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[ivybucky]

lightning in a bottle - logan howlett x reader

mutant!reader nearly harms the team in a moment of panic and feels unable to deal with the aftermath, but logan is there to bring you back in more ways than one

a/n: i have so many ideas besties... currently have a list of 5 fic ideas and this is the first one I was able to flush out. here's some angst with happy ending for ya (no smut)

content: angst with happy ending, lots of electricity(literally), mentions of torture and screaming, mentions of mutant experimentation, implications of shitty birth family, confession of feelings, reader crying, sad reader, angry/sad logan

words: 2329

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All you could think about was the lightning. 

You remember walking into the room, where the footage of your torture was displaying blatantly across the TV news cycle, the team sitting there and watching with rapt attention. “Mutant Experimentation Footage Leaked” scrolled across the screen. You remember the static tingling in your fingertips as you recognized what you were watching. Your own cries echoed from the speakers as footage of Stryker’s experimentation on you from a month prior when you had been captured is played to the nation. 

“Turn it off,” you had said quietly, pleadingly. The team’s gaze snaps to your silhouette in the door frame. Their eyes held sorrow, and something else that you did not want to see. 

“Y/N-” Storm had started to speak, but you wouldn’t have it. 

“Turn it off, now,” you’d said, clenched fists at your side as the panic began to swell, small flares of electricity flaring around your knuckles. Memories of the torture, the agony, the hatred came rushing back all at one and your eyes couldn’t leave the screen as it continuously replayed it. 

As the feeling heightening, electricity cracked in the air. Your eyes lit up, a bright purple gleam taking over. There was too much silence in the room, the sounds of your screams playing in a loop like a broken record as the news team played the footage over and over. Finally, someone broke it. “Y/N,” Logan had spoken up, an odd, unfamiliar tone in his voice. Good god, was that pity?

“What?” You had snapped, finally looking away from the footage and making eye contact with the team, with Logan, and you understood it wasn’t pity you heard in his voice, but a form of fear. Your anger slowly dissipated as you took in the state of the room - everyone in that room (who wasn’t bald) had hair floating up into the air, falling under the influence of the clouded electricity that filled the ceiling, just as one is before they get struck by lightning. 

And gods above you had almost struck them. 

Your fists fell lax at your sides, realization of the height of your emotions, the loss of control taking over your features. “I-” you stuttered, unsure how to apologize for the pain you nearly inflicted. “I-I’m sorry.”

For a moment, no one moved a muscle, no one said a word. It wasn’t the first time you had lost control, but it was the first time any of them were in danger because of it. Everyone stood like statues, watching you with bated breath, as if you were one nudge away from electrocuting the masses. You turned and fled the room, quickly striding back to your room to inevitably lock yourself in. It was the only place you felt like you could be and not hurt anyone.

Hours had passed since, but you couldn’t shake the look on their faces, the pure fright they showed, caused by you. Decidedly, that wouldn’t happen again - you wouldn’t allow it, in any capacity. Would they always fear you now? Could you manage to stay surrounded by people you loved, but knew there would always be a limit to how far their love for you went? Could you withstand the constant pins and needles your family would walk on around you, again?

It was that thought that had you hurriedly shuffling through your closet to find the duffle bag you had lugged over your shoulder when you were originally picked up by X-Men. It was crumbled into a wrinkled ball on the top shelf, thought to no longer have any use. 

You paced around the room, picking up the things you knew you couldn’t leave without. The students can go through my clothes, you thought with some sort of sad acceptance. Though, that didn’t keep you from packing some of the staples. The school logo printed on a t-shirt, an old sweatshirt that was singed from a fire fight in your first mission with the rest of the team, a stolen old flannel that smelt like smoke and whiskey-

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” You look up almost startled at Logan standing at the door to your bedroom, now cracked wide open. Logan… You’d nearly forgotten about the worst part - leaving him behind.

He leans against the door frame with a confused expression, arms crossed over his chest. You furrow your brows before turning back to the half-full duffle bag that sat on the foot of your bed. You knew you couldn’t look at him when you spoke again. 

“I’m leaving,” you nearly mutter and you stuff more clothes into the bag. You can feel your eyes getting hot, and try to take a deep breath to calm yourself. 

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” he asks, his own brows furrowing. “Leaving for a mission?”

Your movements paused. You could tell the truth, but the reality was that he would try to stop you. And even if nothing had come out of the tension that hung between the two of you, you knew you would give in. 

“Yeah,” you swallowed as you lied. “Just a quick one, some intel gathering. I’m leaving sometime tomorrow morning.”

There was a brief pause, like Logan was trying to get a read on how truthful you were being. “Maybe I should come with you,” he says. “For backup, just in case.”

You clench your eyes shut - of course, he thought you needed to be accompanied. “I’ll be fine on my own,” your hands slow their movements as you place the last item in the bag, a gray zip up hoodie Logan had given you once. Were you saying that to reassure him, or yourself? You lied through your teeth like it was painful, as if the act of clenching your jaw so hard would break your bones and your will. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

There was another pause, and you were sure he was going to call your bluff, but he just clicked his tongue. “Well alright,” he said gruffly, almost dejectedly. His hand fiddled with the door frame for a moment hesitantly. “You know that if you need-“

“I know,” you interrupted, turning to give him a tight smile. “I know.” He gave a saddened half smile before nodding and walking away. 

The space he once occupied at the door was empty now, but for a moment you stared at as if he was still there, as if he was still trying to comfort you even when he didn’t know how. 

An errant tear slipped from your eye and trailed down your face for a moment before you snapped back into reality, wiping the tear away quickly with the heel of your hand. You aggressively zipped up the bag and slung it over your shoulder, eager to leave before anyone, mainly Charles, got an idea of your plan. 

With the click of the front door, and the clap of a thunderstorm on the dark horizon, you were gone. 

As Logan left your room, he externally winced at his inability to provide comfort - to you of all fucking people - as if the non-action hurt him. The pain on your face seeped into the air and into his adamantium bones, as if it was transferable through the longing gazes and secretly honeyed words. 

He hung his head and he slowly walked further down the hall, a part of him hoping he would hear your door creak open and hear you call out his name. Instead, he was met with the faint sniffles of a teary nose that only his heightened hearing could pick up, a scuffle of fabric being shoved tightly into the duffle that was then harshly zipped shut with a shuddering sigh.

He turned the corner to retreat to his room before he could hear any more, deciding to join the mission the next morning anyways. 

The following morning, Logan made his way to Charles, unexpecting wanting to make his intentions to follow her known to someone. He entered the room, Charles already staring directly at him with a face one could only describe as similar to an omniscient god.

“Logan,” Charles spoke, somewhat resigned. “She doesn’t have a mission.”

Logan paused in his step with a furrowed brow. “What are you talking about? She said she was leaving this morning.”

“I did not give her one,” he confirms. “I have a feeling-”

Logan cut him off before the professor could continue. His jaw was clenched tight as he spoke the words. “She left.”

A tense silence took over the room, Charles watching Logan with a straight, yet dissecting gaze. Logan broke eye contact and looked away momentarily as he felt his heart sink to his stomach for the first time in decades. 

Finally, he looked back to Charles with a determined glare. “Where is she?”

The side of the professor’s mouth twitches up. 

—-

It only took two days for Logan to reach you. Charles was able to track your location easily as soon as he was asked. It took nothing for Logan to take the bike and peel out of the upstate town. Now, he stood in the rain staring at the shitty side-of-the-road motel with a simmering glare. 

His mind floated despondently in the air above him, completely unattached from his body as it stomped its way up the stairs and down the hall to your room. His fist banged on the door loudly, uncaring of its stability under his metal skeleton. His heightened exhaustion and emotions tethered him enough to not let his head fly too far away from him, but the reality was that he hadn’t slept since you left and the only words he spoke were to himself as he practiced what he would say to get you to return.

But then, the door swung open. His mind snapped back to his body as soon as he saw your face, but the pleas he had planned to beg left him just as quick. 

“You lied to me,” he growled, he accused, standing in the open door, his hands resting up on the door frame. The rain continued to pour just past the motel covering, evidence of its duration linger in the form of wet tracks down his leather jacket, the dampness of his hair, the drops that stuck to his face. 

“Logan-”

“You lied to me, Y/N,” he repeated, a new kind of angry heat simmering in his eyes. “You were not leaving for a mission.”

You take another deep breath. “‘M leaving for good,” you utter softly, your hands trembling slightly at the first out loud admission of what you had planned to do. You circled the back in the room, putting the cheap mattress in between you as some sort of barrier. The duffle bag he saw you packing days ago sat mockingly between you both. 

“Come on, what the fuck? ‘Leaving for good’?” He asks incredulously, taking a step forward and letting his arms drop to his sides. “You were going to leave the mansion, just like that?”

You stare at the duffle’s opening, having only reached that motel hours ago, not long enough to unpack the only remaining items you had. “I can’t stay, Logan,” you say softly, not moving to look at him. “No matter how careful I am, no matter how hard I try, I can’t control it, I can’t control me. Even Charles doesn’t know what to do with me, I-I had to leave, it’ll be better for everyone.”

“No,” he says defiantly, moving cautiously closer around the side of the bed. “Not everyone.”

The tears welled in your eyes at his words, unable to stop them from falling and you crossed your arms in front of you protectively, the tear-stained cuffs of the hoodie, his hoodie, pushed up your forearms. “Why are you here, Logan?”

“Why am I- are you stupid?” He scoffed, causing you to flinch at his harshness. “I’m here to bring you back. You’re not leaving the school, you’re not leaving me alone-”

“You don’t want me,” you cried, with tears streaming down your face as you shake your head. He can feel his heart break at the side of your distress. “None of you do. I nearly struck all of you the other day, just because I got emotional. I almost hurt you, and that’s the last thing you need, Logan.”

Logan quickly moves closer to stand in front of you and cups your cheeks, bringing your wet eyes to his. “Don’t you get it,” he says with a strained, rough voice. His thumbs sweep gently under your eyes to brush away the tears. “You are the only thing I need. Fuck everything and everyone else.”

Your hands come up to hold onto his wrist, keeping his hands exactly where they are on your face. “Logan-” you stutter as you search his eyes almost hopefully. “What are you saying?”

There’s a brief silence in between your soft sniffles and the sound of the rain on the other side of the motel door. When Logan speaks again, it is deliberate, and it’s what he wanted to say all along. “I’m saying I am nothing without you, sweetheart,” he urges, his thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth. “I was nothing before you, and I know that if you leave now, I’ll be nothing all over again. Not a single person in that school wants you to leave, me especially.”

You squeeze your eyes shut in time with the hopeful clenching of your heart, forcing tears out as you do so. You rest your forehead against Logan’s as he continues. “Please,” he nearly whispers, his nose bumping against yours. “Come home with me and turn nothing into something again.”

You nodded against him and spoke a wet “okay” before pressing your lips, finally, against his. And, just as you had predicted you would several nights ago, you gave in. 

_____

a/n: quickly posting this bc if i keep staring at it i'll never post it pls tell me how i did :D logan smut comin soon, pls like, comment, reblog

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- BUCKY BARNES FIC RECS PART 3 -

his strut, lord forgive me | some fics might have 18+ content so minors do not interact. | more will be added!

main masterlist | part 1 | part 2

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

break free • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @james-bucky (angst, violence, comfort, smut)

honey girl • dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @violentdelightsandviolentends (age gap, soulmate au, smut, angst, fluff)

taken • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @antiquarianfics (angst, violence, kidnapping)

public affair | public display • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @kaznejis

you are mine, sunshine • grumpy!bodyguard!bucky barnes x sunshine!fem!reader

↳ by @theeleggymeggy

i never thought you'd happen to me | part 2 | part 3 • bucky barnes x curvy!reader

↳ by @nickfowlerrr (slight angst, mostly fluff, smut, luv itt)

against all odds | part 2 • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bossbtch1

ONE-SHOTS - HC'S - BLURBS

you found me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @samthemarvelfan (slight angst, fluff)

cry baby • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @buckymorelikefuckme (smut, friends to lovers)

secret injury • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @lives-in-midgard

the collection • tfatws!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @theeleggymeggy

better knock • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @buckysouvenir (flufff, implied smut)

suffocate me with your love • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @rocketrhap3000 (angst with happy ending, self-esteem problems)

always • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @nickfowlerrr (angst with happy ending)

contaminated • bucky barnes x agent!reader

↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (fluff)

finally • bucky barnes x spy!reader

↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (smut, fluff, angst)

curiosity killed the cat • mafia!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @queers-gambit (angst, kidnapping, mean!bucky)

help me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (angst, bucky's ptsd, comfort)

his everything • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @likeahorribledream (angst, fluff and insecure bucky)

the way he loves • bucky barnes x widow!reader

↳ by @lovelybarnes (aahh so fluffy so sweet)

patience • grumpy!bucky barnes x sunshine!reader

↳ by @sageandravens

it's called: freefall • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @kikixreverie

baking for bucky • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @itsplumwriter (so fluff, i wish i can bake for bucky too)

wrapped in affection • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @aikaterini-drag (very fluffy)

the signal • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @lostgirlmuseum (angst, a misunderstanding)

first time • bucky barnes x gn!reader

↳ by @ivybucky

i was born ready • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @whatthetumblfck (angst, kidnapping, ptsd?)

babysitting duty • bucky barnes x girlfriend!fem!reader

↳ by @nicoline1998enilocin (fluff)

here's looking at you, kid • boxer!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @cryonme (angst, violence, tw: abuse)

knight in shining motorcycle • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @queen-of-the-avengers (almost sa, slight angst, comfort)

verity • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @cosmicbucky (angst, fluff, friends to lovers)

let it be known • mob!bucky barnes x bf!fem!reader

↳ by @kinanabinks

harvest heart • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @eloquentreverie (verry fluffy)

[multiversefanfics]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag, love @megamindsecretlair

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No, my cousin named me, the doctor told my mom that I was a boy so they came up with Jordan Alexander but I came out a girl she kept Jordan and changed my middle name to Alexandria so yeaaaah lmao

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday in a friendly's bathroom a song came on that reminded me of my mom and I had to go to the bathroom real quick.😔

3. Do you have kids?

fuck them kids!!!!!😂 but no I dont have kids Im an auntie and thats enough for me.

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball in middle school, I did it for a boy. I did Cheerleading and gymnastics when i was in elementary school

5. Do you use sarcasm?

every single day

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

their smile, I have a thing for teeth or if they have really pretty eyes

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown, I always say they're black but when the sun hits them just right they look like pools of honey

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies all the way!

9. Any talents?

photography?? maybe.

10. Where were you born?

Pennsylvania and i hate it here.

11. What are your hobbies?

photography, writing,(even though Im no good at it), reading

12. Do you have any pets?

I have an orange cat named, Cheeto🥰

13. How tall are you?

5'6, that's what it says on my license and that's what I'm going with.🤣

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Math, I was a nerd in school. Don't ask me any math questions I'm not good at it anymore😂 one teacher messed that up for me

15. Dream Job?

Forensic anthropologist, which i'm actually working towards. I'm going to school for criminal justice and should have my associate degree this year. I'm excited!!

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[thorsthot]

I wrote a thor angst bestie 👉🏻👈🏻 can I send it to you - @ivybucky

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[lovelybucky1]

LMFAO THANK YOU BESTIE

single dad

warnings: dad’s best friend! steve, female reader, age gap, daddy kink, stealing panties, male and female masturbation, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding kink, 18+ minors dni

youre home from college for the summer and steve is a single dad and he asks if you would help him out by babysitting his kids during the week. he pays well but you wouldve done it even if he didnt, because, look at him.

everything is normal for the first couple weeks, but then he starts to invite you to stay for dinner and you get closer with him which only makes your crush on his bigger

after a while dinner, dinner turned into dessert, dessert turned into staying for a movie, and movies turned into sleepovers

steve felt bad for making you sleep on the couch, so he let you take his bed. you loved burying your face in his sheets and smelling like him even after you’ve gone home. he even lets you “borrow” his shirts and boxers to sleep in, but you never give the shirts back.

you start to pack your own clothes when you know youll be staying over at steve’s, that’s why you didnt notice you left something behind

in fact, you dont notice until your next stay. you’re going through steve’s closet to find a shirt when you see a very familiar pair of women’s underwear hanging out of a box on the top shelf

you try to reach them on your tippy toes but they’re too high up. you jump for them, but the thumping got steve’s attention. he sees you trying to reach something in the closet and he asks if you need help, not knowing what you’re reaching for

his voice makes you jump and you feel like you’ve been caught red handed, even if he’s the pervert who kept your underwear. he walks behind you and thats when he sees what you’re reaching for. his face flushes red and he starts to explain himself but he’s stammering too much for it to make sense

“why do you have these?”

“you left them here last week”

“and you kept them?”

“i meant to give them back…”

“but theyre in a box in your closet.”

“i didn’t want anyone else to see them…”

“if you were going to give them back, why are you just now telling me?”

“uh…”

“i think i should go”

“no! dont leave, i promise i’ll give them back”

“that doesn’t change the fact that you kept them”

“i can explain…” you look at him expectantly. “you’re… so beautiful. you’re gorgeous and funny and just perfect, but you’re way too young for me. i can’t date you, i shouldn’t even be telling you this in the first place. it wouldn’t be responsible of me to peruse you, so… i didn’t.”

“so what? you didn’t want to take advantage of me and you thought that taking my things for your fantasy material is any better?”

“i know how it sounds, but i never had bad intentions. i’m so sorry”

you look at him with your hands on your hips and your eyebrow raised.

“give them back, steve.”

he wordlessly complies, getting the box down from the top of the closet and handing you your panties. you take notice to the other various sex toys in the box, including handcuffs and a blind fold, both of which will be added to your own fantasies about the man.

you put your panties back into your bag and you look up at him again.

“you know, if you wanted fantasy material, all you had to do was ask. god knows how many times ive touched myself to the thought of you”

steve freezes and looks down at you, trying to process what you just said.

“i’ve even done it in your bed a few times.”

“you have?”

“mhm”

“in… my bed?”

“yes, steve.”

“while wearing my clothes?” you nod.

“and you got mad at me for taking your panties? it sounds like your worse than i am, doll”

“am i? im not sure if this is the same”

“why wouldn’t it be?”

“it’s normal for girls my age to like older men, but you… what would your ex wife say if she saw you with a college student? better yet, what would my dad say if he found out about this?”

“are you trying to blackmail me?”

“no, i’m just making sure you’re aware of the risks.”

“risks of what, exactly?”

“of fucking me the way you’ve clearly been dreaming of.”

something changes in steve’s demeanor. he’s no longer embarrassed and ashamed of being caught, all he can think about is doing exactly what you said: fucking you the way he’s been dreaming of.

he walks over to the door and shuts it, being careful not to slam it so the kids dont wake up. when he turns his attention back to you, the lustful look in his eyes makes you shiver.

“get on the bed.”

“make me, old man,” you smirk

steve huffs and crosses the room quickly. he sweeps you off your feet and tosses you onto the bed behind you. your back hits the mattress but steve’s body covering yours keeps you from bouncing

“you’re awfully mouthy for someone i pay to fuck themselves in my bed.”

“you’re awfully mouthy for a panty thief,” you counter

he growls and slots his thigh between your legs, pressing it against your pussy.

“it’s only fair, right? you steal my clothes, i steal yours. the only difference is my clothes are frilly and pink, and i’m sure they don’t smell nearly as good.”

he roughly pushes his hand up your shirt and gropes your breasts over your bra. at the same time, he buries his face in your neck to suck and nip at your skin.

you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him moan against your neck. the vibrations tickle but his thick body on top of yours keeps you from squirming away.

“you can’t get away from me, sugar. you’re all mine now and i intend to keep it that way,” he says into your ear.

he takes his hand out of your shirt and pushes it down the front of your pants to feel your pussy. you’re wearing panties similar to the ones he look, and he can tell by the texture.

“lace again? if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were expecting this.”

“expecting my dad’s best friend to creep on me? not exactly,” you reply, but your words dont have the same impact when you sound as breathless as you do

“here i thought you’d be good for me,” he huffs as he pushes your panties to the side. “i guess all those fantasies of you sitting there and doing what you’re told wont happen, huh?”

“they might,” you gasp when his finger slides into you. “only if you promise to give me a raise.”

steve picks his head up and looks at you with a raised brow.

“we’re having sex and you’re thinking about money?”

“if sex is going to be a part of my job now, i want compensation,” you giggle, and for a moment, the dominant act steve has put on cracks, and you can see the sweet man you fell in love with underneath

your laughter turns into moans when he slips his middle finger inside you. he curls both to rub at your g-spot, and you swear you see stars. your hands clutch his shirt tightly, holding on for dear life because you’re convinced this man is trying to kill you with sex.

“please fuck me, steve,” you whimper quietly

“see, now you’re gettin’ sweet,” he grins down at you

he pulls fingers from your pussy, then his hand entirely out of your pants. you lift up your hips so he can pull them off, but he leaves you to strip your shirt off by yourself.

his eyes widen as he admires your naked body. you can see on his face that you’re even better than what he imagined, and his twitching fingers tell you that he is desperately trying to hold himself back.

“please, daddy,” you ask again, hoping it’ll be enough to get him to do what you want.

luckily for you, it works. he pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock. you marvel at the size, but he doesn’t give you much time to look before he’s on top of you again.

“can i fuck you raw, baby?” he asks, his voice lower now than you’ve ever heard it.

“yes, yes, i’m on the pill,” you nod.

“mmm, that’s too bad,” he says as he teases your folds with the head of his cock. “i’ve always wanted three kids,” he winks.

your breath catches in your throat at his confession, but the feeling of his cock pushing into you steals any words from your lips and replaces them with a long moan.

“fuck, sugar, you’re tight. better than i imagined.”

you hook your ankles together behind his back to push him deeper inside of you. he moans quietly and starts to thrust shallowly, needing the small amount of friction before he goes crazy.

“take your shirt off, daddy. i wanna see you.”

he looks down at you with half lidded eyes, already having been taken over by his lust. he complies and quickly removes his shirt, then tosses it to the floor near your clothes.

his chest and thick, and shoulders are broad and he looks like he could carry a car with ease. he must notice your staring, because he puts both hands on your hips and tenses his muscles, flexing for you. you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and squeezing his firm bicep that dwarfs your hand.

“god, look at you. so fuckin’ perfect for me. never thought i’d have you like this,” he breathes as his thrusts find a rhythm. 

“you’re so deep, daddy,” you whine

steve fucks you at a consistent pace, all while looking deep into your eyes with his dark blue ones. his mouth hangs open just slightly, and the stream of curses that flows from them will be the soundtrack to your fantasies for a long time.

the tension in your stomach has been slowly building, but your orgasm came crashing over you quickly after steve started to rub small circles over your clit with his thumb.

you were too lost in your own pleasure to notice when his own orgasm had started, but when you regain your bearings, he is fucking his cum back into you, making sure not a single drop leaks out.

“steve?” you say groggily, your eyelids already feeling heavy

“yeah, honey?” he asks, pulling out

“can you sleep in bed with me tonight?”

“of course”

[givemea-dam-break]

some fic recs because we love supporting amazing writers on this blog <3 i also don't read too many fics atm so there isn't a whole load of these - sorry lol. these recs are just for star wars and marvel at the moment but it will expand in time :) please support these writers and their amazing work, they deserve it! *implications of smut (i personally don't read smut) ~~~ Star Wars That Time of the Month (Hunter X Reader) by @baroness-zemo New Look (Anakin Skywalker X Reader) by @certifiedskywalker Misconception (Anakin SKywalker X Reader) by @lillianofliterature One Night (Fives X Reader) by @aves6116 * "Hiding their face in the other's neck" (Obi-Wan X Reader) by @jd-loves-fiction Please, Don't Go (Obi-Wan X Reader) by @mrskenobi19 "I needed you and you weren't there" (Din Djarin X Reader) by @dameronology As the World Caves In (Crosshair X Reader) by @aves6116 Ad Astra (Din Djarin X Reader) by @second-stars-totheright Someone You Loved (Tech X Reader) by @baroness-zemo Marvel Let's Hurt Tonight (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @reminiscingtonight * Ghost of You (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @reminiscingtonight Mess is Mine (Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @luminousbarnes Firsts (Sam Wilson X Reader) by @lotsoffandomimagines Gut Feeling (Sam Wilson X Reader) by @shmaptainhotchner 2:00 AM (Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @thatfangirl42 Dog Tags and Photographs (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ivybucky Preparations (Peter Parker X Reader) by @lyuboveviana

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Summer Posting Schedule!

Hello! Its officially summer for me, so for the next couple of months, we’re going to actually have a posting schedule! 

WEDNESDAYS AND SATURDAYS

On these days, I will be posting either an Aaron x Reader fic or a Spencer x Reader fic on this blog(criminal minds blog)! I currently don’t have any requests for these characters but I will make sure to come up with some things!!! Be sure to send any requests in!

TUESDAYS AND FRIDAYS

On these days, I will be posting either a Bucky x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, or Thor x Reader on this blog(marvel blog)! I have a bunch of requests, a WIP Bucky Series and some AU’s coming out. I also have the first smut coming out June 1st for this blog, as up until now we’ve been PG. 

Send in Requests to IvyBucky (marvel)

Send in Requests to AnotherSpencerReidBlog (criminal minds)

IvyBucky Masterlist

AnotherSpencerReidBlog Masterlist

[all1e23]

Hi I love you and just wanted u to know that ur the reason I’m writing the Bucky series I am at the moment -ivybucky

Hi! That's so exciting! I'm sure it will be wonderful. Oh, and ily. ☺️

[ivybucky]

Okay okay

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HyacinthHotch

Or alternatively, IvyBucky

abby seems super sweet! we haven't talked very much as mutuals other than about fics but she's a great writer!! i hope we get to talk sometime about other things!! <3

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Get to know me! ღ

rules: make a new post, bold whatever applies to you

APPEARANCE

i’m an i-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of person // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair (kinda idk anymore) // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair (but not in a while) // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t smile often // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (in a pre covid time yea) // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i have met up with someone i met online

AESTHETIC

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i make up scenarios in my head to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat

tagged by @liljamess thank you darlin 🥰

tagging: @obihoekenobi @benjiiskenobi​ @ivybucky​ @jedi-bitch​ and anyone else who wants toooo

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@ivybucky

Two Sides Of A Coin

Here’s an enemies to lovers oneshot 😁 I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki 🖤

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: All the pent up hatred you and Loki feel for each other leads to a fight to see who’s the better warrior - which quickly turns heated in a whole new way. Because after all, love and hate are two sides of the same coin.

Word Count: 7 k

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), thigh riding, unprotected sex (please stay safe in real life and use a condom!), a bit of angst (with a happy ending)

What to expect: enemies to lovers, smut, bantering, a bit of angst

Check out my masterlist for more Loki content 🥰

As always, every single like, comment and reblog is appreaciated 🖤

“If you place your feet a single inch further apart, the next gust of wind will just sweep you off them,” a dark voice drawled behind you in the most infuriatingly mocking tone, and with a flourish, you whirled around, opened your hand, and your dagger whirred through the air and lodged itself in the doorframe mere inches from Loki’s face.

He didn’t even flinch, you had to give him that.

One dark eyebrow raised, he commented, “A terrible throw.”

“If I’d wanted for the blade to hit home, it would have,” you replied through gritted teeth. Loki’s smirk widened, and a predatory gleam flashed in his eyes as he pushed himself away from the doorway to the training rooms and began to stroll towards you with slow, measured steps.

You straightened your posture, unwavering as you shot him a withering glare, unfazed as he prowled closer. If he thought he could play cat and mouse with you, he’d been wrong.

Hatred seared in your gut like a writhing snake as you watched him slowly draw near.

Though even you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked, with his dark hair brushing against his shoulders, looking so glossy and soft, and that mischievous dark smirk which kept playing on his lips. And the way the black leather of his Asgardian attire wrapped tightly around his toned body, leaving you to wonder how he looked beneath all these layers of fabric, if his body was as lean and strong as the fabric made it look like.

Keep reading

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lovelybucky1’s sleepover!!

im going to be hosting a sleepover from today (9/1) until friday (9/3)

send me ask, requests for drabbles, fmk, and any other thoughts you may have

no pressure tags: @comfortbucky @swtbbybarnes @strwbrrybucky @mrsh0tchner @arsonhotchner @ivybucky @heliotropehotch

[ivybucky]

Send in requests!

Hello! I’m finally getting back into the swing of writing but I unfortunately don’t have any requests waiting for me. 

Please send in any requests you have for Bucky, Steve, or Thor! I have some other AU fics coming but I don’t have any inspiration for them yet. 

Send in a request here