#loki x natasha

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Asgardian god | captured and punished

Featuring black widow 🕷️

@thatfreakycouple

18+ | contains smut. NSFW

“Well well well, what do we have here?” You question, walking towards Natasha who’s standing face to face with Loki, a panel of glass separating them. Her arms are crossed and their gazes are intense.

“The prisoner isn’t cooperating.” She answers.

“The prisoner has a name.” Loki speaks with a scowl.

“And what might that be?” You ask, turning your attention to Loki who’s eyes run over your body hungrily before his tongue darts out, wetting his lips.

“Why Loki Laufeyson of course, god of mischief, prince of As—” he begins.

“Laufeyson, got it.” You cut him off causing him to narrow his gaze.

“You know rudeness gets you nowhe—”

“Whatever.” You shrug, interrupting him again.

“You know I ought to teach you a lesson.” He remarks, eyeing you again as you start to walk the length of the cage he’s currently in, him following your steps from inside.

“Yeah? And what might that be?”

“That manners cost nothing” he says nonchalantly “besides, I’m sure you can put that mouth to better use, something other than interrupting.”

“Hey!” Natasha warns, hitting the glass.

“No, it’s fine” you dismiss her before turning to Loki “and I’m sure I could teach you a lesson Laufeyson.”

“And what might that be, pray tell?” He asks, his breath steaming the glass slightly as he leans down to look into your eyes.

“That being a dick will get you nowhere with women here.” You scoff.

“You needent worry, women here wouldn’t be able to satisfy a god like me.” Loki answers smugly.

“Is that a challenge?” You quip, arching a brow.

“It’s an observation.” He answers simply.

“Wanna bet?” Natasha chimes in, Loki casting his gaze onto her now. “I bet we could make you beg for release and I don’t mean from that cage.” She teases.

“I assure you you won’t.”

“Challenge accepted.” You wink.

Your main focus now is the cameras inside the cage as opposed to the ones outside as you and Natasha make your way in. Playing the part, Loki holds his palms up with a skittish expression on his face as you both step towards him leading him backwards until he reaches the makeshift bed. Sitting down on it, he tilts his head upwards as he looks at you both, waiting for instruction as the silence grows thick.

“Romanoff, let’s tie him up.” You speak, voice penetrating the quiet.

“Ooo, I like where this is going.” Loki smirks as you narrow your gaze at him warningly. Grabbing zipties, Natasha hands a couple to you. Your hands find Loki’s shoulders as you push him back against the bed until he’s laying down on it. Natasha secures his ankles to the bed posts, his legs spread wider now as you straddle him, grabbing his arms and securing his wrists to the other two bed posts. You’re aware of the camera directly above you and the one in your peripheral as you look down at Loki.

“You think these are enough to keep me, a malevolent god, at bay?” Loki mocks.

“No, but if you try anything, your punishment will be a lot more severe and definitely not carried out by us.” You smile down at him. Further down the bed, Natasha runs a hand up Loki’s thigh causing the corner of his mouth to twitch up into a small smile. You roll your hips against his before leaning down and kissing his neck. He turns his head to the side, welcoming the gesture as you kiss just below his ear. Sitting back up, you slowly drag the zip of your combat suit down revealing your cleavage before leaning back down allowing the camera in line with you the perfect view of your cleavage. Loki likes the view, he always likes the view as he refrains from breaking free from his restraints, pinning you to the ground and fucking you senseless, that was reserved for another video. You press your lips to his kissing him slowly, sensually, until he’s almost moaning into it before you pull away, Loki chasing the kiss, and make your way further down his body, down the bed until you’re with Natasha. It’s clear Loki is hard, his length straining against the confines of his leather trousers, a replica of his Asgardian ones. You giggle as you release his cock, Loki taking a sharp inhale as you kiss the tip. You move your tongue further down his length on the right hand side of it, Natasha licking the left, both of your tongues meeting at the tip as Loki thrusts his hips upwards, desperate for more.

“You want me to put it in my mouth?” You grin, glancing up at him as he nods furiously. “Okay, on one condition, you don’t cum.”

“Easy.” Loki answers, still trying to maintain a level of aloofness.

You nod before taking his cock into your mouth, Loki’s head falling back against the bed as you pleasure him. Natasha teases his balls with her tongue, Loki bucking his hips as you continue deepthroating him. You look up at him eagerly trying to watch the both of you before your hand replaces your mouth as you speak.

“You’re looking a little pale, is something the matter?” You ask, trying to bite down your smile, you knew that expression.

“Stop.” He utters, barely above a whisper, his eyes rolling backwards as you hollow your cheeks around his cock again. His precum drips down his length, you and Natasha slobbering over it as Loki's muscles tighten. “S-stoppp-fuck—-I-can’t” he almost whimpers “don’t stoppp.” He begs before he reaches his climax, warm ribbons of cum shooting out of him and decorating his stomach as you both look at him triumphantly, allowing him his release.

“Bad boy, I told you not to cum.” You tut, stroking his cock gently. “How should we punish him, Romanoff?” You ask.

“Well, all that action has made me feel a little horny, besides, when will we have an opportunity like this again?” She answers dumbly.

“You’re right.” You agree before you both begin ridding yourselfs of your suits, ensuring you did so in front of a camera. Once you’re naked, you make your way back to Loki before straddling him again. He looks up at you almost menacingly as you roll your hips against his, gliding your pussy along his shaft. After a few moments, you reach between you both, nudging your entrance with his cock before lowering your hips down properly, moaning as he fills you. Wrapping a hand around his throat, you begin riding him, occasionally squeezing.

“Oh my god Romanoff you have to try it, it’s huge.” You exasperate once she’s naked. You pull Loki out of you as you stand, allowing her to straddle him as he looks at you, licking his lips. He raises a brow daringly, licking his lips again.

You’re soon straddling his face, Loki’s head buried between your thighs as he sucks your pussy ravenously. You moan his name loudly, your wetness dripping out of you as you grind your hips against his face.

“I think he’s gonna cum again y/n.” Natasha warns, slowing her movements above him as you quicken your own, desperate to cum.

“Don’t let him, he doesn’t deserve itt.” You answer, reaching your own peak, breathing heavily as you slow your movements before standing up, Natasha doing the same.

“What-what now?” Loki asks, rock hard, his face glistening with your arousal.

“You’ve already had one orgasm, Laufeyson, you aren’t allowed another one, at least not yet.” You shrug, dressing again.

“You are a prisoner after all.” Natasha adds.

“Maybe we should keep him as our prisoner.” You grin wickedly, Natasha doing the same.

That one was a lil naughty

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[nyxlaufeyson]

Cleaning Crew

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POV: Third

Ship: Loki x Natasha

Type: Fluff

Wordcount: 920

TW: None

Synopsis: Loki and Natasha are tasked with cleaning up after Loki's attempt at a prank makes a mess.

“Natasha, Loki, You’re on cleanup duty.” Tony said, quickly rushing out of the room. Natasha huffed, throwing her hands up. 

“The fuck did I do?” She asked, annoyed. The rest of the team filed out of the room, sending her sympathetic looks. “Wow, thank you all so much for the help.” 

Loki had attempted to pull a prank on Natasha, but it ended up being less of a prank and more of just a huge mess. Both him and Natasha were covered in flour, and the powder spread all across the kitchen and into some of the other common areas.

Natasha turned to leave, deciding to just leave Loki to clean it up. After all, he was the one who caused the mess. 

But, before Natasha could leave, Loki spun her around to face him. “Leaving so soon, darling?” Natasha put her hands on his chest, pushing him away from her. “You made the mess, you should be the one to clean it up.”

“But it would be no fun to clean alone.” He whined, and Natasha rolled her eyes. “Well, consider that next time you attempt to pull a prank on me.” 

Loki smiled, brushing a loose strand of Natasha’s red hair behind her ear. “You’re cute when you’re all worked up like this, did you know that?” He commented, and Natasha half-heartedly punched him. 

“Shut up.” She grumbled, but didn’t turn to leave. Loki only smiled at her, letting his hand linger on her shoulder. 

Natasha suddenly looked away, towards the sink. “Alright, fine, I’ll help you clean.” She said, walking over to the sink. “Let me get some of this damned flour off first.” 

She let the warm water wash the powder off her arms, having to rub some clumps that stuck to the skin. Loki went over beside her, also working on washing off the powder. 

Suddenly, Natasha got an idea. The faucet was detachable, meaning she could use it as a makeshift water hose. And, since the kitchen was already a huge mess, she decided to use it to get back at Loki. 

She grabbed the spout, pointing the water at Loki. Loki squeaked, glaring at Natasha until she turned the water off. Loki’s clothes were now soaked, and Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. 

“Not funny.” he said, peeling the wet shirt off of his torso. Natasha eyed his torso as the water slowly dripped off of his muscles. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Natasha grabbed some of the flour from the counter, smearing it on his nose and cheeks. “Now I might just have to, I’m sure the whole tower would love to see you with flour smeared on your face.” She said, and Loki glared at her.

She quickly grabbed her phone, snapping a picture. “Don’t you dare.” He warned, attempting to snatch her phone, but Natasha held it out of his reach and behind her back. 

Loki bent down to kiss Natasha, surprising her. Using her surprise to his advantage, he let one of his hands grab the phone from behind her.

Natasha pulled away, scoffing. “Playing dirty, are we?” She asked, and Loki smirked at her as he held the phone behind his back.

“I would think you would know this by now, darling.” He replied, holding the phone high above her reach while he deleted the photos Natasha had taken of him. “I don’t play fair.”

“Mudák!” She spat, jumping in an attempt to reach her phone. Loki smiled down at her, handing her the phone. 

“You may have your property back, as I’ve successfully deleted those photos. However, if you so wish, I will supply you with plenty of other shirtless photos of me.” He teased, and Natasha scowled.

She looked around the kitchen, realizing that in their banter, they had created more of a mess. “Don’t worry about all that.” Loki said, and with a wave of his hand, the mess had cleaned itself.

Loki bent down to give Natasha another kiss, this time without an ulterior motive. Natasha allowed him to, but she held on tight to her phone beside her. 

“Now that we don’t have to worry about cleaning that up, would you like to accompany me while we finish the third season of the Bachelorette?” Loki asked, and Natasha nodded, grinning as she remembered she had been forcing Loki to watch it with her.

~~~~~

“NATASHA!!!” Loki yelled, banging on Natasha’s door. Natasha stifled her laughter, hiding under the covers as she pretended to be asleep. Loki opened the door anyway, bursting into the room. 

Natasha slowly pretended to wake up, feigning confusion as to why Loki was in her room. “Loki? What’s wrong?” She asked, innocently. 

“Don’t play with me, woman, you know exactly what you’ve done. How did you un-delete the photos?!” He had just found Thor laughing at a flour-faced Loki that someone had sent to the entire team.

“I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about.” Natasha lied, and Loki narrowed his eyes. Natasha, having been a spy, was excellent at lying through her teeth. Unfortunately, so was Loki, and he could see through her. 

“Tell me!” He demanded, and Natasha finally smiled and let out a laugh. 

“I’ll never tell.” She said, winking. In all reality, since Loki still had little knowledge of technological devices, he had no clue that photos are sent to the recently deleted folder before actually being deleted. And Natasha was not going to be clueing him in on that anytime soon.

Mudák- (vulgar, slang) horse's ass, asshole, dickhead

***Divider by @silkholland

[vanitasmorgue]

There are traitors in the boss's house.

Hey there, open commissions! The first three can get 2 full color illustrations for $55usd 💓

[crematosis]

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[vinamari]

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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i love my comfort characters 😿

[nyxlaufeyson]

No Complaints

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POV: Third

Ship: Fem!Loki x Natasha (Could be read as platonic if you wanted)

Type: Fluff!

Wordcount: 726

TW: None

Synopsis: Loki is stressed, so Natasha does her nails.

A/N: This one takes up the Blackfrost block of my Pride Month special! This ship is def underrated. (Again, could be read as an romantic OR platonic).

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This fic was partially inspired by this art piece by @murdermuffinloki

Natasha sat on her bed, lying out some of her nail polishes. She grabbed a nail file to work on her nails, when she heard a knock at the door. 

“Come in.” She called out, and the door opened and closed, revealing Loki. Natasha scooted over and patted the spot next to her on the bed, prompting Loki to sit next to her. “What’s up?”

“Just… stressed.” Loki sighed, lying her head down on Natasha’s lap. Natasha smiled and set the nail file down, ruffling Loki’s hair with her hand. 

“Is there anything you’re stressed about in particular?” Natasha questioned, and Loki shook her head. 

“Not really. I just feel stressed in general.” Loki said, and Natasha nodded in understanding.

“I know what you mean.” She said, locking one of Loki’s hands with her own. “I have an idea. I was just getting ready to do my nails, how about we do yours as well?”

Loki smiled and sat upright. “I guess that would work.” She said, and Natasha picked up a nail file and began to work on Loki’s nails. 

“That tickles!” Loki said, laughing, and Natasha rolled her eyes. “Well keep your freaking hand still!”

Loki huffed and did her best to steady her hand, while Natasha continued to file down on the nails.

After finishing with the file, she grabbed a little tool and began to get the dirt out of Loki’s fingernails and used it to push back her cuticles. 

When Natasha finished with the tool, she set it down and grabbed some of the polishes. “What color do you want?”

Loki smirked at her. “Is that really a question?” She asked, and Natasha picked out the black polish. “What a surprising choice.” 

Natasha coated Loki’s nails with a base coat first, and Loki watched her work quietly. The distinct scent of the nail polish began to spread throughout the room, causing Loki to scrunch her nose. 

“Yeah, I hate that smell too.” Natasha said, finishing up with the base coat and grabbing the black polish. “JARVIS, can you open the window?” 

“Of course, Miss Romanoff.” JARVIS replied, and the window to their left opened. “Thanks.” Natasha said, focusing on applying the nail polish. 

Loki smiled as she watched Natasha carefully paint her nails. “You’re staring.” Natasha pointed out, and Loki shrugged. 

“I can’t help it, you’re just so pretty.” She said, smiling, and Natasha playfully slapped her. “Hey!” Loki yelped, faking offense. 

“Sush.” Natasha chastised, finishing up with the polish and blowing on them. She then grabbed a final protective coat and began to apply it on top of the black.

“I will never understand how you get your lines so clean. Whenever I do it, I have to use a ton of nail polish remover to clean up the excess.” Loki whined, and Natasha shrugged. 

“Practice, I guess.” Natasha said, putting up the polishes and going to her vanity, where she began to rummage around for something. “Now where is that stupid-” She grumbled, tossing a few things to the side. “-Ah-ha! There it is.” 

Natasha plugged in her UV lamp to the outlet, motioning for Loki to sit down on one of the chairs she had slid over to the vanity. She had Loki prop her hands under the lamp to allow for the polish to dry faster. 

“Now I’m going to go do mine.” Natasha stated, but Loki stopped her. “Wait for mine to dry.” Loki said, and Natasha arched her eyebrow. 

“Why?” She questioned, and Loki gave her a cheeky smile. “So I can do them!” Loki proposed, and Natasha huffed. 

“Do we really want to make a huge mess right now?” She asked, and Loki gave Natasha her best over-exaggerated puppy dog eyes. 

“Fineeee.” Natasha said, sitting back down near the vanity and twirling her braid. “But we are definitely not letting you paint them on the bed.”

Loki rolled her eyes, smirking. “But last time it went so well!” She protested, and Natasha gave her a look. 

“Sure, if you call making the bed look like I just woke up on my period ‘going well.’ You ruined the entire bedspread.” Natasha reminded Loki, who smiled with an innocent shrug. 

“Hey, I did them for free! No complaints!” She said, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Natasha laughed, pulling Loki’s hair back to braid it. “Alright, alright, no complaints.” 

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[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

[theshamelesssimp]

When it's a dbf/mbf story but they've known the reader since she was a kid

[saraakpotter]

avengers incorrect quote: flirting

avengers imprisoned Loki and are standing in front of him

Nat {to the others}: we have to wait till y\n gets here

Loki {overhearing}: y\n?

Clint: yes, obviously!

Steve: she is an avenger!

Loki: i know who she is

Bruce: she wanted to get some files from s.h.i.e.l.d she will be here any minuet

Loki: {nod}

Nat: oh by the way Loki.....dont flirt with her

Tony: yeah reindeer games, its kinda obvious you know? you being the enemy and stuff......

Loki: shut up, besides im not going to fli......

{y\n walks in}

Loki: im a god you mortals cant tell me what to do!

[deantavias]

eat

read fanfic

cry

sleep

rinse & repeat

[smilelikeacheshirecat]

Marvel reacting to you staring at them.

Tony: what? You need money?

Steve: *smiles* can I help you?

Natasha: *staring contest, she won*

Loki: *smirk* like what you see?

Thor: *confused* what?

Wanda: *head tilt with sweet smile*

Peter P: hey, what—Whats up?

Yelena: *offers her macaroon* you want?

Kate: it there something on my face?

Bruce: *smiles and gets back to work*

Bucky: *leans closer and stares intently*

Clint: *confuse, looks behind then back at you*

Pietro: *snaps his finger*

© anniedvorak to some of the interaction go watch her videos at tiktok

[spicemaidenfic]

Tits or ass? 🤔

Featuring the OG Avengers + Loki. Written from a bi woman's perspective. NSFW under the cut! ⚠️🔞

Tony Stark: 🍈🍈 + 🍑

Really depends on the girl. When it comes to you, he can’t decide. Expect booty rubs and boob grabs in equal measure.

Steve Rogers: 🍑

It takes a great ass to know a great ass. Steve does appreciate a nice pair of breasts, but if he had to choose, it’s gonna be the caboose.

 Thor: 🍈🍈

Thor loves him some wide, childbearing hips, but he has a slight preference for T over A. Are breasts not the thing that doth set a lady apart from a man?

Loki: 🍑

Loki is very much an ass man. Sure, he likes a nice pair of breasts, but they can be boring. Posteriors are the thing that men and women both share, and as a certified bi, he’s down for that measure of equality. When it comes to what to fondle in the bedroom, however, get ready for an even split.

Bruce Banner: 🍈🍈

Bruce has a slight preference for T over A. Who knew? There is nothing that turns him on quite like you aggressively taking your shirt off when things start to get heated between you. Imagining what your boobs look like underneath your work clothes wasn’t something that ever crossed his mind to do before you started dating, but now that he’s seen them in all their bare glory, he sometimes has trouble not picturing you without a shirt on during the day.

Black Widow: 🍈🍈

Natasha projects like she’s an ass gal and she’s constantly telling you what a great ass you have. Privately, though, she’s a little boob-obsessed. Boobs are the things that set you apart from the men on the team, and she takes some pride in knowing she knows what yours look like when the boys don't and never will.

Hawkeye: 🍈🍈 + 🍑

Boobs or butt? That is the question. Clint is nothing if not tactical, and the way he sees it, it all depends on the situation. When admiring you from afar, he’s got his sights set on your ass. Up close and personal, however, his attention will be squarely focused on your rack.

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