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[bucks-babe]

Virgin Bucky NSFW Alphabet

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A/N: Huge thanks as always to the incredible @buckys-wintersoldier for reading my brainrot; however, any and all mistakes are my own. I do not consent to my work being reposted - likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. And @espinosaurusrexex and @lanabuckybarnes, here it is

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jamie is still getting used to the huge rush of emotions he gets after sex. He feels so vulnerable and confused as to how he could go from such a strong high to feeling like he can’t breathe. No matter what, though, he knows that you will take care of him. If you’re on top he will cling to you like a koala bear, trying to keep you as close to him as possible. If he’s on top of you, he’ll collapse on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, your arms wrapped around him, protecting him from the outside world.. 

You keep your hands on his body at all times, whispering how good he was for you, how proud you are of him, how much you appreciate him trusting you with his heart and soul. You let him decide what he wants to do next. If he wants to take a shower, cuddle, eat, whatever he wants you’ll do. If he doesn’t feel like talking after, you talk for the both of you. He loves to hear the sound of your voice, it doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, it soothes him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jamie never loved any part of his body, especially after being tortured and abused by Hydra for so long, but you made him see that he’s beautiful inside and out. His favorite body part of his own has to be his thighs. He loves to see you lay your head on his lap, arms wrapping around the thick muscle like it’s a stuffed animal. He loves that almost as much as he loves to see you ride his thigh, taking your pleasure from his body. You look so gorgeous lost in pleasure from just his thigh.

His favorite body part of yours? - Stomach. It’s soft and warm - safe. He is always touching your stomach in some way, whether it be his hands kneading the soft flesh or his head resting there, using you as his own personal pillow

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jamie cums, and he cums a lot. He cums for minutes on end and his heavy balls produce so much cum. It could take him 8 to 11 orgasms in a row before he starts to shoot blanks. Of course that means that his cum has to go somewhere. It’s hard for him to leave the warmth of your cunt when he's cumming, but when he's feeling needy, he’ll pull out, jerking himself off on your pussy, covering your lower lips with his white spend before pushing back in and filling you to the brim. Feeling his sticky cum slap against his pelvis with each thrust only spurs him on more.

If he wasn’t so feral for you then he would keep cumming inside of your pussy over and over again, but Jamie likes messy sex, he likes marking you. He’ll cum on your thighs, using it as lube to keep going. Tits and stomach of course, licking it off after or press his body against yours to share his cum. He loves to fuck your face whilst you lay down on the bed, listening to you choke and sputter on his cum, only pulling back when he feels the overflow leak out around his sack, finishing the rest on your face. And once your entire front is covered with him, he’ll work on your back and ass, and he won’t stop until your entire body is white with him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to have his balls played with, sucked, licked, the whole nine. And when you brought up the topic he couldn’t resist, going from a subby baby to using you as he pleased. 

“You gonna sit on my face, sugar? Wrap those pretty thighs around my head? Yeah, you are.” Bucky takes a deep breath, his cock leaking precum on your face in a near constant stream.

“Yes, mommy, so hard f’you.” Bucky grabs the fleshlight that you bought for him a while ago. It’s not his first time using it, but it still makes his cock throb at the sight. Straddling your head, he looks down at you, his precum glazing your face, lowering down when you nod your head.

“Shittt, open your mouth, baby, can’t fit inside.” He has to reach down and almost forces both of his balls in your mouth. “Sack too fucking big for your slutty mouth. Just want to feel that tight mouth sucking my nuts, ohhh yesss, use your tongue, more, fuck, m’gonna cum before my dick s’even this little pussy.”

You choke and sputter about his sack, your jaw stretching more than it ever has. The soft dusting of hairs tickle, yet the soft, smooth skin makes your cunt pulse and ache. “Fuck, yes, choke on them, too fucking big to let you breathe. But you like that don’t ya? You fucking love choking on your daddy’s fat ballsack.” He holds your head in place, grinding against your mouth, moaning at the feeling of your nose brushing against his rim. He thrusts into the toy, making sure not to stray too far from your tight heat. Your spit and the lube of the fleshlight creating an obscene wetness that makes his cock harder.

“M’gonna bust, oh shittt, pleasepleaseplease, oh fuck, s’good, can you feel it? Can you feel my sack about to explode?” You shake your head from side to side, practically gargling your spit. Just when you feel his sack tighten, he pulls out, a thick stream of saliva being smacked into your face as he shoves his cock down your throat, balls pressing against your nose and forehead, fleshlight long forgotten.

His body falls down, legs spreading to get deeper as he brutally shoves his cock into your throat over and over again, wet, slobbery balls bouncing off your face, forcing you to close your eyes, no matter how much you wanted to see his fat sack beat against you.

“Oooohhhh, fuckkk, can feel my nuts everywhere, so wet.” You struggle against his cock, fighting for oxygen, but he just goes faster, thicker ropes of cum shooting out. “You can take it, sweet girl, take my load, my perfect cumdump. Gonna do this with your pussy next, and then your ass.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s no secret that Jamie doesn’t have any experience at all. Before you the only action he ever got was a sweet kiss at the end of his date in the 40’s. But he is extremely willing to learn, wanting to give you everything he has to offer. Luckily for you he’s an extremely quick learner and has found ways to make you cum that you didn’t know was possible.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he’s feeling subby he wants you to ride him into oblivion. It doesn’t matter if it’s from the front or the back. He’ll gladly watch your tits bounce in his face, desperate to take a nipple in his mouth, or from the back with your ass jiggling with every movement, landing hard smacks on your soft flesh. That or missionary so he can watch your pretty face while he makes you feel good.

“Please, doll, closer.” 

Bucky pulls you down, his arms wrapped around your back, pressing your entire body to his. Your skin slides against his, slick with sweat. He plants his feet on the bed, frantically fucking up into you, desperate to feel more of you.

“Oh God, doll, it’s so fucking good, you’re choking my cock, gonna cum, please let me cum, please.” 

He’ll beg every time even though you rarely edge him, and that’s only when he asks you to. You always let him cum and he’ll bury his head in your chest, moaning around your nipple as ropes and ropes of his load shoot into you, still pounding, his cum squirting out.

When he’s feeling dominant he’ll contort your body every which way. Legs on his shoulders while he leans over, raising your ass in the air in the process, from behind slapping your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jamie is rarely goofy during sex. Your pussy makes him so drunk that he doesn’t have a single thought in his head. He is so caught up in the feeling of you around him, skin pressed together that nothing can break his concentration.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

When he was a prisoner in Hydra, they waxed his entire body, sans his head. Legs - waxed, arms - waxed, chest - waxed, pubes - waxed. It was a form of torture, taking away his choice, altering his body the way they wanted. Now he lets his hair grow. He keeps his tufts of chest hair and leaves his legs alone. The only part that he grooms is his pubic hair. He’ll trim his bush, not wanting to go full jungle but he doesn’t go bald, loving the way your cream looks on them.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He desperately craves intimacy. You’re the only person that he lets touch him. Maybe Steve or Sam giving him a short hug, but other than that, he cringes away from touch. But when it comes to you, he needs to be touching you at all times, feeling your soft, warm body pressed against his, your scent surrounding him.

During sex, he needs to be close to you, his cock inside not enough to satisfy him. In missionary he’ll wrap his arms around you, letting his weight fall, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands running down his body, gripping and scratching whatever you can reach, doing the same thing with cowgirl.

“Doll, s’perfect, love you so much, oh god, please.” Bucky’s practically sobbing into your neck, his slick body sliding against your skin, hips pounding into yours, hitting your sweet spot every time without fail.

“Need you, doll, please, I can’t, uuuhhhh.” In his pleasure riddled mind, he can’t verbalize what he needs, but you always know even when he can’t say it.

You hike your legs higher, pulling him closer while your hands interlock with his, raising them above your head. “Jamie, feel so good inside me, m’so close. Want to cum with you, baby. Please, need you to cum for me, can’t hold it.” You moan with every rope of cum shooting into you, your own orgasm milking more out of his dick.

In pretty much every other position, if he can’t be pressed against you or if he wants to watch your ass or tits jiggle, he’ll hold your hands, hips, thighs, neck, any part of your body he can reach.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off a lot. He has 80 years to make up for, and he’ll get hard at the slightest thing. He swears that the wind can blow and his cock gets hard as a rock. Not only that, but you both are Avengers and have missions, not always together and it’s impossible to ignore his raging erection.

“What the fuck am I doing?” In any other scenario, he would feel ashamed, but he can’t bring himself to at the moment, so horny that he’d do anything to cum. He huffs and folds the pillow; the first thought he had when laying down in his feeble attempt to sleep was how good the silk pillowcase would feel around his dick.

It didn’t take him long to get his first load out, a full minute of aiming his cum at the pillow, creating his own lube. His cock pulses at the wet sound the pillow makes when he folds it. He has the pillow on the bed, each hand pressing down as hard as possible, making the makeshift hole as tight as possible. He whimpers at the first slide of his dick, the silk soft and smooth against him.

“Fuck, doll, need your pussy. Not as good, my cock s’hard for you. Such a waste of my load, know that you would take it, oh shit.” His hips pick up speed, the hotel bed creaking under his frantic thrusts. Bucky bites his lip, trying to hold in his moans, the springs squeaking causing flashes of you bouncing on his cock, the old frame barely able to withstand the hard pounding.

“Wish you were here, doll. You’d look so pretty covered in my load. Pretty tits painted white, letting me lick it off, spit it in your mouth. Oh god, here it comes, gonna take it all? Yeah you are, my perfect little cumdump.” The next morning, Bucky made sure to take the pillow and its case down to the dumpster before anyone could see, the entire thing soaked with his cum, but not before sending you pictures of his tongue full of cum and a video of his cock sliding in and out of the makeshift toy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy/Mommy kink, breeding, cumplay, marking, ball worship, praise/degradation, pain, edging/getting edged, overstimulation, watching porn together

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place is definitely the bedroom. Tony soundproofed all the rooms and Bucky couldn’t have been happier about that. He doesn’t want anyone to hear how he begs and moans, borderline screaming sometimes. The two of you are planning to get your own place someday and Jamie can’t wait to be able to fuck you wherever he wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, plain and simple. He’s never felt attraction so strong until he met you and his cock is always begging to be sucked or fucked. He doesn't know if it’s the serum or just how much he loves you, but he could go all day every day, maybe with a few breaks in between to make sure that his dick isn’t about to fall off with how much he uses it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesome - You’re the first person that Jamie has trusted fully since the 40’s and he has no desire to be with another person. You’re his everything and he doesn’t need anyone else but you

Exhibitionism - He’s still very insecure about his body, rarely leaving the house without triple checking that his metal arm isn’t visible to anyone. The thought of anyone watching him make love to you terrifies him. You make him feel perfect, but what if someone else knows how fast you make him cum, how he begs and pleads for you to hold him while he ruts into you, desperate to get that much closer to you? He wants to keep your sex life private and he’s not going to risk anyone seeing or hearing

CNC - Bucky has been through a lot when he was with Hydra and he wants to stay as far away from that as he can

Heavy degradation/humiliation - He loves light degradation, calling you a slut or whore for his cock, his little cumdump. He loves when you degrade him for not being able to last, always mixing in praises, letting him know how much you love it..

“Fuck, Jamie, look at you, can’t even hold out for me. ‘S my pussy too good, baby? Makes your fat cock burst? Love your cum, Jamie, wanna suckle your cock all day, keep it warm in my mouth, letting you use me, make me swallow load after load. That’s it, sweetheart, fill my pussy again.”

Even if it was in a safe setting, he wouldn’t be able to handle it if you said that he wasn’t good enough, that you should find another man to fuck you and make him watch. He saw it one time when he was watching porn with you and that was the end of the night, you held him in your arms until he fell asleep. He doesn’t know why, but that makes him want to cry, even if you weren’t the one saying that to him

Somnophilia - When you’re asleep, you can’t give consent and neither can he. He’s okay with waking up with you in between his legs, kissing and sucking on his thighs purposefully waiting until he wakes up to touch his cock and vice versa

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jamie loves both. He truly doesn’t think that he would be able to live without either. He wants to drown in your pussy.

“Lower, doll, I told you to sit on my face, so sit.”

He doesn’t wait for you before wrapping his arms around your thighs, dragging you all the way down, taking the liberty to grind your hips for you.

His moans are muffled and you can’t understand what in the hell he’s trying to say, but you know.

“Pussy’s so fucking good.”

“Tastes so sweet.”

“Just like that, doll.”

“Making my cock so fucking hard.”

“Gonna cum just like this. You’d like that too, huh? Me busting a fat load without you even touching me? Yeah you fucking would, cause you’re my little slut.”

“Love you so much, can’t live without you.”

He never knew how good blowjobs could feel. The first time you went down on him he got it, he understood why men go so crazy over it. He may have never gotten head before, but he’s sure that there’s no one better than you.

“Lean just a bit more. There you go, good girl.”

He has your head laying off the side of the bed, throat ready to be ruined. You’re almost drooling at the sight of his thick cock hard and pulsing.

The first thrust is shallow, trying his hardest to not push you, but you want him to ruin you, push you to your limits and then tell you that you can take more because you’re his good little slut.

You tap his thigh so he’ll pull off only to tell him to fuck you like you’re a fleshlight, and that sends him over the edge. He widens his stance and places a hand on your throat, dragging his cock and balls around your face, rutting into you, before doing exactly what you asked, so what if everyone asked you if you were getting a cold the next day when you couldn’t speak?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rarely will it be slow and sensual. Jamie can’t control himself when he’s inside of you. He chases the feeling of your tight walls choking him over and over again. The only thoughts going through his mind is making you cum and cumming. It’s slow when he’s worn out from his missions or deep in subspace and you’ll warm his cock in your cunt while he sucks and fondles your tits. He can’t stop his cock from bursting even if he doesn’t move.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies. He wants to cum as many times as he can, make you cum as many times as possible before one of you passes out. Usually when he’s extremely horny, you’ll pull him away to suck him off.

“Come on, Jamie, we don’t have much time.” You glance at your phone - 5 minutes before you have to be at the meeting. You can do it in two. You lead him into a closet, locking the door behind you and quickly slipping your panties off from under your skirt.

“Can’t wait to be inside you. Please tell me you’re ready, need it now.” You only shake your head, balling up the garment and placing it in his mouth, his eyes rolling back at your essence hitting his tongue.

“Not right now, Jamie. Gonna suck your cock. If you want I’ll let you cum in my pussy and walk around with you in me for the rest of the day.” Bucky’s eyes bulge, wanton moans leaving his lips, hands flying down to pull his jeans down just enough for you to get to his cock.

“Needy aren’t we? But don’t worry, I won’t tease you. We only have three more minutes.” Without hesitation you swallow his entire cock, gagging on his thick length. Your throat immediately welcoming him, remembering the shape of his perfect length. 

“Mmmhh!” You can’t make out any of his words, but the panties help to muffle his sounds. You bob your head faster, moaning at the surplus of precum oozing out of his tip, spit already dripping down to his balls. This is how he likes it - sloppy and dirty. Spit and tears. Ruining you, maybe even taking your voice away.

Your nose pressed up against his pubes, shaking your head from side to side before pulling off, both hands jerking his cock, twisting from base to tip. Innocently you look up at him, tears streaming down your face, spit and precum covering your chin. “Can feel you pulsing, aching, baby, cock begging to bust. You need to cum, don’t you? Where do you want it, baby? Can cum wherever you want, just want your cum, wanna be your little cumslut.”

Bucky’s hips jerk, head thrown back, moans barely being contained by your underwear. He grips you, pulling you up and spinning you around, going balls deep into your cunt, your slick making the slide smooth. You moan with each jerk of his hips, warm pussy welcoming his heavy load. 

When he pulls out, you take your panties back, swiftly putting them on, making sure none of his cum goes to waste. “Did it in one, Buck. You proud of me?”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s not one for risks, not wanting anyone to hear or see him in such a vulnerable state. But if it’s with you in the privacy of your shared room, then he’s willing to experiment with you. Fantasies, toys, kinks, as long as you both feel comfortable with it, he trusts you to take care of him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t last very long. The first time he was in your pussy, he blew his load as soon as the tip was in. He has gotten a bit better with holding it in, but you love when he cums so fast and so much so he doesn’t try to hold it back for too long, but he can go for hours without his cock getting soft. After a while, no more cum shoots out of his cock but that doesn’t stop him from fucking you until he cums again, only slightly missing his cum filling you up, but by then you’re covered from head to toe with his load.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a few toys that you’ve got him - fleshlight and cock ring, but his favorite are your toys. He is obsessed with using them on you, and you using them on him.

“Faster, doll, c’mon.” You huff but slam your hips down harder, moaning at the fullness of the dildo in your pussy and his cock in your ass. “Oh, fuck yeah. This how it feels, doll? Is this why you go so crazy over my cock, huh?” Bucky moves his own hips faster, with every thrust his own dildo slides in and out of his ass. 

“Shit, m’gonna cum again, shit, takeittakeit. FUCK.” Bucky practically screams when his cock bursts, his load immediately pushed out of you ass, leaking to the floor, the sound of your cum covered ass bouncing against the floor causes a new wave to wash over him.

“Ooohhh, shit, doll. Can barely fucking move. My ass is gripping this cock so much, needed this fat cock in me.” He throws his head back, fucking into you as fast as he possibly could, creating a seesaw with his dick in your ass and the dildo in his. “Sogoodsogoodsogood. Gonna blow, haven’t even finished and I’m gonna cum again.” It was a long night and by the end of it there were puddles of your squirt and his cum on the floor.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease unless he’s being dominant. On a regular day he just wants to see you cum, and get drunk on his cock.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

LOUD. He can’t help but to let out the most salacious sounds. A few times he questioned if the soundproofed walls really did stop the whole compound from hearing him scream as he busted load after load. He’ll whine and whimper, grunt and groan, moan and scream, cry and beg. Pretty much every sound he could make. There is no way in hell that he would ever be able to stay quiet, even for a minute.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When he is extremely overwhelmed he likes to lay on your chest, gently sucking on your nipple with his cock in between your thighs, slowly fucking the soft flesh until he cums, using his load as lube to keep going until he’s completely drained of everything. Quickly falling asleep on your chest, soft cock surrounded by your soft thighs and his multiple super soldier loads.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has a big, fat cock. Around 8 inches in length and thick as all hell. He’s uncut and has the most beautiful veins dancing around his length. Before the serum his dick was around 7 but he always has girth. The thing that the serum really changed was his balls. They went from a normal size to very large. Each one is around the size of an orange. They’re so big that he has to get custom underwear to support them when he walks, if not then they would get in the way of his everyday life, swinging around, slapping against his thighs, more than once he's sat on them by accident. 

He can’t even be mad about it though because they let him cum so much and for so long. If he thought they were sensitive before, then he doesn’t know what they are now. You love to suck and lick his sack and he loves it just as much. The both of you found out that you shared a ball kink, neither of you knowing until he pulled his pants down and they were there in all their glory. Touching his sack feels almost as good as when you touch his dick - almost. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Do I even need to say anything? 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jamie used to struggle to fall asleep, terrified of the nightmares that constantly plagued him, but your pussy puts his ass to sleep. He sleeps like a baby after giving you everything he has to offer, more than willing to fall asleep covered in his own cum with how tired he gets.

[soldierrcore]

Movie Night.

Steve Rogers x female reader.

no warnings.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the warm sunlight streaming in through the curtains. It was another beautiful day at the Avengers compound.

I stretched my arms and let out a satisfied sigh, feeling well-rested and ready to start the day. I made my way to the kitchen, humming a tune as I walked.

As I entered, I saw Steve sitting at the table with a book in hand.

"Hey, Steve, good morning," I said cheerfully, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

He looked up from his book, his blue eyes twinkling with a smile.

"Good morning, Y/N," he replied, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

That smile of his never failed to make my heart skip a beat. As I sat down next to him, I remembered Tony mentioning a movie marathon later that evening.

"Tony said we're having a movie marathon tonight. Will you be there?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.

Steve's smile widened.

"Of course, doll. I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, picking up his book again.

I glanced at my watch.

"I better get dressed for my run with Nat," I said, getting up from my seat.

"Have fun, Y/N. I'll see you later," Steve said, his eyes never leaving his book.

"Bye, Steve," I said, smirking as I headed towards my room. I couldn't wait for tonight's movie marathon. Spending time with Steve was always the highlight of my day.

I quickly changed into my workout clothes and met Natasha in the gym. We ran on the treadmill for a while, chatting and catching up on each other's lives.

As I finished my run and headed back to my room, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of spending the evening with Steve. He may be a superhero, but to me, he was just a kind, charming, and handsome man.

Nat and I paused our run under the shade of a large oak tree, catching our breath. She took a swig of water from her bottle, eyeing me mischievously.

"So, you like Steve?"

I turned pink, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"No, I don't."

Natasha chuckled. "Y/N, I've seen you try to talk to him and fail miserably. I think you like him."

I sighed, admitting defeat. "Okay, fine, I like him."

"Well, why don't you try to get him to ask you out then?" Natasha prodded, hands on her hips.

Shrugging, I retied my shoelaces. "I don't even know if he feels the same way."

Natasha smirked. "Just sit by him tonight and see what happens. You never know, maybe he'll kiss you."

Reluctantly agreeing, I followed Nat as we made our way to the tower. Later that evening, we all gathered in the theater room to watch a movie on Netflix.

Natasha and Sam brought snacks while Steve and I set up the movie.

"Hey, Y/N, I saved you a seat by me," Steve offered, gesturing to the spot next to him.

Grinning uncontrollably, I sat down beside him. After the movie, Steve walked me to my floor.

"Thanks for walking me, Steve," I said, stopping at my door.

"No problem. Um, would you like to go out on a date with me tomorrow at 1:00? If not, no worries," Steve stammered, nervously fiddling with his pockets.

Overjoyed, I accepted. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Steve."

He smiled, his eyes briefly flickering to my lips before leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Pulling back, he whispered, "Good night, Y/N. Sleep well."

"Good night, Steve," I replied, my heart pounding with excitement.

[thisisarcanereverie]

Monster (DARK! Moon Knight x FEM! Reader) Part 2 (final)

A/N: This is part 2, this is going to be the last part I will write to this while I focus on some other fics for you guys, Also found the header on pinterest idk who the original maker of it is, if you know please tag them in this post.

Also thank you all for all your lovely comments on the first part of this, It's been a while since I posted so it was great to hear positive things.

Word Count: 2.7K

WARNINGS: Dark themes; mentions of abuse (domestic, physical, mental),Marc being an absolute wreck of a person, unrequited love, Layla being ooc, Marc being a little ooc, 18 + MINORS DNI.

Summary: Marc has loved you for ten years, ever since he met you, Layla's best friend. But can you truly love the monster beneath the skin?

You arrived at his place ten minutes after the call, when he opened the door he wasn’t sure if your face was wet because of the rain or because of the tears. He had ushered you inside immediately and tried to get you warm clothes when you stopped him and handed him something. Neither of you said a word as he opened the crumpled piece of paper you handed him. 

To You, 

By the time you read this I’ll be gone. Maybe that is for the best. 

I know you say you don’t love Marc, not in that way. But I saw the way he looked at you the other night, like you were the sun; and the way he held you. I had been married to Marc for ten years, and never once did he look at me or hold me the way he did you that night. Not even during our wedding. 

You were my best friend. All I’ve ever wanted for you was the best; and while Marc might not have been my best, he’s yours. I was wrong for bringing up ‘him’, I was jealous and bitter and I should never have let it get the better of me. That was fucked up and I regret it. 

I don’t regret leaving though, at least I hope I don’t. I realized something that night, I can’t move forward if I’m stuck in the past, and you and Marc; you’re the past, along with this city. I can’t live here any longer, strolling through streets that we used to, reliving old memories that leave me sick with sadness. I just can’t. And you can’t move forward either, not with me here reminding you of broken promises and trust. I contacted a few people, got myself a new passport, phone number, and identity. As far as anyone is concerned, Layla El-Fouley is a ghost. So please, don’t try to find me. It’s better this way.

I love you both, goodbye. 

Layla. 

Marc held the piece of paper in his hand, something about it off but he didn’t care. All he understood was that Layla, who had been his biggest obstacle, had removed herself. But in doing so, has left you distraught, he could see your hands trembling at their sides and the rim around your eyes puffy and red. It broke his heart to see you like this, so much that he almost wished Layla would come back. 

“Something about it isn’t right.” Your voice was scratchy as you spoke, “I know Layla and she never would’ve done this.” 

“I wouldn’t say never,” Marc put the crumpled piece of paper aside, “she was acting off the other night.” 

“She was drunk,” you defended her, even now, “people say and do things that they don’t mean when they’re drunk all the time.” 

‘Like you?’ Marc thought, his mind bringing up the kiss you both shared. How electrifying it was for him, and he thought for you as well. 

Did you regret it?

Before he could ask you grabbed the paper next to him and stashed it in your pocket. 

“Something isn’t right,” you repeated, “I know it isn’t, I can feel that there’s something wrong. Like it’s something right in front of me and it’s laughing at me in the face.” 

“Calm dow-”

“Don’t,” you say simply looking at him in the face, eyes pointed, “don’t you dare tell me to calm down.”

“Listen,” Marc gruffed, “I know this is hard, Layla was your best friend but maybe you should let this go. You know her, once she makes up her mind that’s the end of it.” He watches as your eyes narrow in on him, studying him. For once he felt vulnerable, like he’s been stripped bare and you could see all of his sins. 

He didn’t like it. 

“You don’t care.” It wasn’t a question, and Marc knew better than to respond. You tore your eyes away from him and laughed, but not the ones that sounded like bells, this was cold and cynical. This was an unfamiliar side to you, one he has never seen. It was like someone had turned off the sun, and all that was left was darkness. 

“She was your wife,” you continued looking anywhere but him, “Layla was your wife, you shared your life with her for ten years. You protected her for years and for what, for now to be the time you stopped protecting her? To say ‘who cares’.” You pushed him away as he tried to get near you, “No Marc, that’s bullshit and you know it.” You grab the coat that you had hung over the chair, “I’m going to find her. Because I care, because right now she is out there and I don’t know if she’s ok. If I find her and she turns me away, fine I’ll go, then I’ll know that she really doesn’t want to see me again and I’ll respect that. But until I know that she is ok, and safe, I’m not going to stop.” 

Frustration rose in him with each step you made to the front door. As soon as your hand touched the knob he removed it, and turned you to face him. 

“So that’s it then,” Marc could feel his control over his emotions slip away, “you’re just going to go and chase a ghost and we’re not going to talk about that night.” his arms caged you against the door. He could see your eyes looking at him, but it wasn’t with the same soft tenderness that he had grown accustomed to, your eyes were sharp and pointed, your brows furrowed leaving a small crinkle in between them. You were silent, fuming really, he was as well. Steven however was telling Marc that he was hurting you. To let go. 

Not this time. 

Suddenly there was a shift in your eyes, the anger was replaced by a look Marc was familiar with. He had seen it plenty of times when you and Steven read books together, you only get that look when you’ve reached the climax or some big reveal was made. 

It was the look you only got when you’ve had a breakthrough. 

“You’re in love with me.” Again, not a question, as soon as those words left your lips it was like a weight had been lifted from him. One that he didn’t know he was shouldering. For years he’s had to keep his feelings for you to himself, never telling anyone let alone you. Now that you know, he doesn’t need to pretend anymore. He doesn’t have to watch from afar. 

You know. 

“Have been since I first saw you,” Marc confessed as a giddy feeling took over, “God you have no idea how good it feels to say that.” His hands went from your shoulders to cradle your face, his forehead touching yours, he didn’t even notice how tense you had become. “You have had no idea what it’s been like to love you.”

   “Marc,” you finally gain enough confidence in your voice to speak. He opens his eyes and looks into yours, he denies what he sees. He tells himself that those tears in your eyes aren’t because you pity him or don’t feel the same way. It’s because you’re so in love with him that it’s overwhelming, or that the doorknob is digging uncomfortably into your back as he presses you further into it, or that he’s accidentally stepping on your toe. Anything but that you don’t love him. “Please let me go.” 

“Never baby,” He breathes, “now that I have you why would I ever let go?”

“Marc,” You say, “Steven,” you try. But nothing, Steven went into hiding and Marc felt like he was on cloud nine. How addicting you had become, the mere thought of letting you out of his arms was enough to make him weep. “I have to go, please.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Marc says, your words cutting through him like a serrated blade. “You don’t have to go, you never have to go.” 

“Please Marc, you're hurting me.” It was only then he noticed how tight his grip had become on you. He immediately let go, as you breathed a sigh of relief. He still pinned you against the door, but his grip was lighter, he had gotten carried away without knowing. 

“I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered apologies as he kissed where his hands had been. Lingering every kiss longer than the last. 

“Marc,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to go an octave higher, “I’m feeling hungry do we still have food in the fridge?” Right you must be starving, you probably didn’t eat anything yet today. 

“There might be something left,” he said gently leaning away from you and walking towards the fridge, “let me go check real-” the last thing he remembers was the sound of the front door slamming before everything went black. 

When he came to it looked like half the day already went by, and there was this bone deep ache in his body. At first he thought he was still in his apartment but upon closer inspection he quickly realized it was definitely someplace else. 

“buenos dias pendejo,” Marc quickly whipped his head around, seeing no one. At least, until he saw the mirror. The man before him was not him, or Steven. It was someone new. 

A new altar.

“Fuck me.” 

“No thank you.” 

“Who are you?” Marc asked, feeling a headache already coming.

“Jake Lockley,” He revealed

“How long have you been here?” 

“A long time,” Jake said, his voice still holding a small latin accent, “we have a mutual friend.” 

“Who in the hell-” Marc asked until he caught a familiar figure looming behind his altar’s reflection in the mirror.

Khonshu

“We meet again, Marc Spector.”

“No,” Marc said, his hands already tangled in his curly hair, “Nononononononono-” He kept repeating as if willing it away. As if the simple word ‘no’ was going to help him escape this hell. All of that, the pain and suffering and sacrifice it took to get rid of Khonshu.

In the end it didn’t mean a goddamn thing. 

“Cálmate Marc,” Jake tried to sooth, “everything will be ok.” 

“Why is he here?!” Marc asked, “I got rid of him, why is he here!” 

“Because of me,” Jake said, “I needed a purpose and he needed a Knight. I only took up the job you and that pequeño cobarde, Steven, refused.” Marc put his head in his hands, of course, of fucking course this was happening. How could he and Steven be so stupid. Khonshu would never have agreed to honor their deal unless he had something under his tattered sleeve. Really, he should’ve seen it coming. Maybe he knew, deep down, but denied it, hoping it would go away. All those times during Ammit where he and Steven would black out  and bodies piled around him. But he always pushed it down, denied it, anything but addressed it. 

Ultimately, this was all Marc’s fault, and he knew it. 

The clanking of chains suddenly made it to Marc’s ears as he turned in its direction, only to be met with you. Your ankle was chained to the bed frame, it creaked as you turned on the mattress. It was then Marc remembered what happened. 

You knew. 

You finally knew of Marc’s feelings, and while he may have lost himself a bit in the reverie of it all, you shouldn’t have tricked him like that. You distracted him while you ran, maybe if you didn’t run you both wouldn’t be here right now. 

But he can’t place the blame on you, how were you supposed to know how fucked up he truly was when he didn’t even know. 

“You should be thanking us worm.” Khonshu’s arrogant voice rang out, back when Marc was his primary Avatar that voice would fill him with dread. 

It still did. 

“Why?” Marc said to the towering god, “for going back on your word, for taking advantage of me and using my own alters against me?” 

“You insolent-” 

“No,” Jake interrupted, “You should thank us for getting rid of the one thing that was going to keep you happy.” 

“And what would that be?”

“Layla,” Jake revealed, a blood curdling grin stretching across his face. Marc could feel the temperature drop around him as he processed it. If he focused enough he could hear a faint echo of a gunshot, the familiar burn of the recoil. 

“She didn’t suffer,” Jake comforted, “I made sure she didn’t. But she was standing in the way of our happily ever after so to speak.”

Marc didn’t know if he should feel pleased or guilty. 

Maybe the lines between the two have been blurred beyond hope. 

“She’ll never forgive us.” 

“Then let that be the case,” Jake retorted, “we don’t need her forgiveness, we just need her.” Marc wanted it though, he wanted her forgiveness, craved it, like she alone could atone for all the hellish things he’s done. One thing was nattering away at him however, and his shadow loomed over him and shrouded him in darkness as he always had. 

 “What did you promise Khonshu for this?” Marc asked, “because he never does anything for

free.” 

“It was a gift.” Khonshu explained casually, “you see Marc, I reward faithful Avatars, something you can be again.” 

Before he could tell the bird to fuck off he heard you take in a sharp breath. His eyes tore themselves away from Khonshu and onto your frame. He could hear Steven faintly telling him to unchain you. But the darker part of him, one that wasn’t sure was Jake’s or his, told him no. That this is what he deserved, after all these years of pining and agony, this was his reward. 

You were his reward. 

The only light that illuminated you was the moon, casting you in its ethereal glow. 

“I will admit this Marc,” Jake said, “She looks like a dream come true.” 

Sure enough you did, you always did to him. Marc could hear Steven quieting, he could sense him enough to know he was observing, but nothing more. 

Your eyes landed on him and immediately you backed up until your back hit the backboard. 

“You can unchain her if you want,” Jake said, “She can’t escape here.” 

Marc did exactly that, not wanting the cuff to bruise your ankle. He was surprised when you didn’t move after, or that you didn’t try to run away. You were still, studying him like you did back at the apartment. 

Only now your eyes were tinged in fear. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Marc assured, “I’m not like that.” 

“I used to think that too,” You quipped while your eyebrows furrowed and your nails dug into the sheets beneath you, “I used to think a lot of things.” a moment of silence before you continued, “like how great you were and how lucky I was to know you, or how you were just misunderstood. I know better now, meeting you was the unluckiest moment in my entire life and I didn’t even know it. And you’re not misunderstood,” You leaned closer, eyes narrowed as nothing but pure hate filled them cutting him deep, “you’re just a monster.” Before you knew it he leaped from the bed away from you. 

“NO!” He screamed hot tears filling his dark eyes, “no.” he repeats quieter this time his hands gripping his hair in a death grip, “You don’t get to say that to me, not you.” After a few more seconds of sobbing he calms down, you look at him with nothing but pity and contempt. “You love me,” he says voice hoarse, “you just need some time.” He walks shakily to the door and opens it, and before you could run towards it again he walks through and locks it behind him. You just needed some time alone, that’s all, to see that he loves you. 

That while he may be a monster. 

He was yours for better or for worse. 

He was your monster.

[vibraniumarm06-bucket]

S.R. Masterlist

Key:

Angst - 💔

Fluff - 🥰

Oneshots:

⭐️ Drop The Attitude 🥰

You and Steve have been secretly seeing each other. Tony is throwing one of his gala's in which you dress up for your super soldier. But what happens when you see another all over him? Steve isn't too happy with your attitude.

[teddywook]

RIIZE as parents

Shotaro - For him, having a boy or a girl, it's fine for him. Probably ending with boys. He would prefer to have more than one kid. Chill dad.

Eunseok - He would like to have a boy, but end up having two girls. Protective dad.

Sungchan - I definitely think Sungchan is the member who will have more children, lol. He would prefer to have a boy, and he will have it, the oldest. Then, he would end up having two girls. Protective dad part 2.

Wonbin - This one is the hardest. I think depending on how he feels growing up, he would like to have 1 or more kids. He probably ended up having a girl and a boy. My inclination is more of a boy.

Seunghan - I don't imagine Seunghan having a child, maybe because he is my age? Or because he is Seunghan? Idk, but I think he would be a dad, but maybe late in life? A girl dad. Lowkey wanted a boy, but that girl? The cutest person ever in his eyes. Jealous dad.

Sohee - I realize I can't imagine him with a child, so it is probably because their are my age lol. But a girl dad, part two.

Anton - I can imagine, even being younger, lol. A boy dad definitely. Lowkey wanted a girl but loves so much his boys.

i actually have a riize daddies series on my drafts and dont wanna spoil too much buuttttt

content right here ⇩⇩

➺ shotaro as a daddy boy, no doubts, he will be a mavelous father. protective, but would surely use montessori upbringing

➺ eunseok is daddy girl coded you know. he doesn't know the meaning of no, if his little girl wants something then shes getting. #1 jelous dad

➺ sungchan with twins (i had a dream where i was the mom of these kids and i woke up crying so bad). a boy and a girl #2 jelous dad + jelousy brother

➺ wonbin is so princess coded, of course he would be daddy girl who gets pink polish with glimmer on his nails

➺ seunghan is a daddy girl too i mean, look at him, typa dad that if his daughter says "daddy you're a princess" then hes a princess

➺ sohee is daddy boy, the type who gives his son ice cream for breakfast just because he wanted it too

➺ anton no need explations hes a daddy boy. they would probably watch cartoons, drink chocolate milk and do marathons of dino king on saturdays

[trickster-archangel]

I'm back here because it's slowly sinking in the understanding of just how heavy the impact it's been. Feel free to skip over if you're not interested in emotional nonsense.

Is it a perfect movie? No. Does the plot make sense? Barely. Is the characterization of everyone but Wade and Logan coherent or deeply thought? Fuck off.

But is it an impactful movie? YES. At least for outcasts, black sheeps, freaks, weirdos, all that multifaceted human fauna living in the outskirts of society. Just like I've been my whole life.

I suppose it's a good thing I didn't have the physical time and the emotional disposition to go watch it before last Sunday (yeah, my life blowing up in shambles, what's new really?), because I'm completely sure I would've topped my previous record of movie theater re-watch I gained with The Two Towers which I watched thirteen times during a span of five weeks programming. I haven't came out of a movie theater this emotionally messed up, yet healed, yet seen, since Hellboy and then Hellboy 2. Which I still haven't re-watched for fear it would again unleash all of the carefully compartmentalized and locked-up emotions I've become so good at ignoring.

I still haven't cried after watching Deadpool and Wolverine, but only because my brain is too fucked up to let me. I've lashed out though, like all good emotionally repressed, attachment-issued fuckups do when they feel overwhelmed, in lack of control, vulnerable.

I felt seen. I felt understood. And yes, I'm no big fan of X-men or all the Mavel universe, which I know only superficially and through the movies. Needless to say, it's outcasts and imperfect heroes like Bucky, Logan or Wade who's always, inevitably, attracted my sympathy and appreciation. Heroes who don't feel like such, who are irredeemably broken, who have messed up more times than it's worth counting, who yet always try to do the right thing with what fucked up circumstances life has thrown at them. Heroes who are alone, who feel alone, unseen, unheard, misunderstood, who feel like no one can understand the sheer amount of darkness, of pain, of horror, of wrath, of despair, of self-hatred, they feel gnawing at their insides. Heroes who've learnt so well to wear a mask (be it grotesque profanity, brusque coldness, or growling roughness), and seek different levels of solitude and detachment because it means no one will hurt you, abandon you, betray you, mock you, abuse you. Heroes who've become so protected by this mask they've been wearing, that probably they can't even imagine a world where they can rely on someone, trust someone, love someone, without waiting, constantly, for the stab in the back, the disappointment, the abandonment, the mocking.

And what I saw in this movie, is the glorious, once-in-a-lifetime, cathartic chance that two twin souls who've walked different paths in the same hell, and who've given up hope to ever feel seen, to ever be found, indeed can meet and find each other, and against all odds, against all mutual barriers and incomprehensions, against all fears of history repeating itself, they can form an unbreakable bond, the kind of saving grace they didn’t think was allowed for people like them.

Are they good people? Hell, define good people. They're fucked up beyond reason, they're freaks, they're displaying a fuckton of issues and trauma that could send a sun ablaze. But they're good people, and what's most important, they're good for each other. They don't have to pretend, be tame, wear a mask, control themselves, keep their darkness restrained, mind every word and touch and step. And they're immortal. Which is very pivotal because as much as Vanessa truly sees and accepts Wade, she belongs to a different world, she can see him but she can't walk at his side forever, and her life perspective has a very different scope than Wade's or Logan's. Inevitably.

But whatever happens, Wade has found Logan and Logan has found Wade, and even in all their mess and darkness and gnawing trauma, they know this is how they can start healing.

They have found that one-in-a-billion perfect match who can truly overlap and complete them. And I'm so in love with the love they've found, and even more with the understanding they've gained about this love they've found, whatever meaning you give to the word love.

And it's hopeful and beautiful, and yet it's all a dream, and dreams can heal you and help you push forward, but in the end, it's just Tantalus torture: a perfect light you can always see in front of you, yet you can never reach. And it's slowly killing me.

Watching Deadpool and Wolverine and getting at the same time completely fucked up and completely mended by these two dysfunctional, broken men in love, saving each other in more ways than words can tell.

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

DAY 6: IVY LEAGUE [PETER PARKER X READER]

february writing prompt masterlist // february prompt challenge list

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Prompt: Ivy league Warnings: Like one swear word?

You felt like you were never going to sleep again. Your eyes stare up at the ceiling and you sigh loudly for what felt like the fiftieth time this hour. Gently, you shift in your bed, the covered tangling around your ankles as you do so. You kick at them restlessly before huffing and ripping the sheets off completely.

       "Darling..." Peter mutters from beside you, his arm outstretched towards you.

      "Oh, Peter- I'm so sorry," you whisper back to him, "I didn't mean to wake you up... I was just- I can't... I can't sleep. I keep thinking about my results tomorrow. They said I'd know by tomorrow."

       "It's fine," Peter replies reassuringly, "I know you've done great! You've worked so hard- I mean your grades have been top of the class this whole year-"

       "-But, Peter, what if I fucked up... I don't know I've just been so nervous about it... What if I don't get in? Oh my... What if we don't get into the same school? What if we go to different Universities and then we never see each other again; we say we'll make time but we don't and then we stop calling, stop texting... What if we break up? Peter-"

      "-Stop. Breathe," Peter instructs, gently pulling you into his side.

      You lay against his chest, and slowly take deep breaths. Your breathing soon begins to align with his, and you find yourself calmer now. Part of you feels guilty for unloading your feelings onto him like that, but you know Peter doesn't mind. He always listens to you, and he's the only person that makes your anxiety disappear this quickly.

     With your ear down to his chest, you hear his steady heart beat. Peter is warm, and soft: you've never felt more safe than in his arms.

     "I'm sorry, Peter," you whisper.

     "Don't apologise," Peter smiles, "You're just over thinking. It happens sometimes. Besides, I'm your boyfriend: that's what I'm here for."

     "You're perfect. What would I do without you, Parker?" you smile.

     You push yourself and sit beside him. Using one of your hands, you direct Peter's face towards you, and press a kiss on his lips. He happily kisses back. You smile into the kiss before breaking away.

      "Let's go to bed, okay?"

      You shuffle down into the bed and lay your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you, and you gently place your arm over the top of his.

      "I love you, Peter."

     "I love you too."

[bucky-mothereffing-barnes]

Hate Me, Love Me

Woah, another one? The next day too! Let’s gooooo! I’m happy to present a new fanfic to you guys. I’m glad you enjoyed my last one too! It means so much to me to get responses from you guys. Let’s get on to the smut.

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: Sex, lots of it. Rough sex. Swearing. Severely NSFW. 18+ only please. Unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

“It’s your fucking fault!” Bucky screamed at you.

“How is it my fault? Had you paid any attention to our actual mission instead of eyefucking the blonde across the goddamn room, we wouldn’t have lost our target!” You pushed his chest even though you knew it would barely move him.

All the mission was supposed to be is follow your proposed target that Fury gave you and see what room he was staying in. You and Bucky were supposed to be a couple. At first, he was completely attentive to you. He always had his arm around your waist, holding onto you, albeit a bit tighter than any normal boyfriend would. But, you weren’t together. Not even close.

“What, are you fucking jealous? There’s nothing between us but sex! Even then, I don’t know if I want that anymore.” With a roll of his eyes, he sat down in the chair against the wall in your hotel room.

“Why the hell would I be jealous? I was focused on the mission given to us. I didn’t want to get my ass beat by Fury but because you can’t keep your dick in your pants, we’re both going to get some sort of punishment. You’re not even that good of a fuck!” 

Bucky’s eyes began scanning the room for your target but before he could continue, his eyes landed on a tall blonde with long curls flowing down her shoulders. The diamond earrings she was wearing sparkled in the bright lights in the room. Her red dress showed off her body perfectly, making you feel insecure as you saw the way Bucky looked at her. His eyes were completely glued to her and you could feel his hand loosen on your waist.

“James, what are you doing?” You whispered to him but he wouldn’t stay put.

He strode across the room, approaching the woman with a smile. He was supposed to be with you, what the fuck was he doing?

“Not that good, huh? Then why am I the only one you sleep with? You could probably bang any other guy on this team but you picked me. I’m obviously able to please you.”

“Oh, fuck off, Bucky. Your ego is bigger than your cock. But, that’s not saying a lot.” 

Before you could even sit down on the bed, Bucky had caged you against the wall, his eyes boring deep into yours.

“Wanna say that again?”

“You’re. Not. Fuckable.” You snapped at him, pushing his buttons.

“Don’t fucking test me, you know better.”

“Or what, James?”

You were about to move from your position in the room until you saw your target walking swiftly, his phone to his ear. You needed the intel but Bucky wouldn’t even pay attention to you. He was completely focused on the random blonde bitch who took up space by the bar. You couldn’t just stand there and let your target get away. 

“Bucky, I saw him. We need to move.” You got no response through your comm. Looking over, you saw that he had taken his out. You were going to fucking kill him after this.

Grabbing your clutch and slipping the wristband of it around your hand, you slowly made your way through the crowd, nonchalantly following your target. Lifting your maroon dress slightly, you walked up the stairs with your head down. A women’s bathroom was right in front of you and your target was off to the side, still talking on the phone. But, it was in Romanian. You didn’t understand a lick of Romanian. Bucky did. What the fuck would you do now? 

You could see the man’s security guard out of your eye as you sped to the bathroom. Hopefully, they would just think you needed to pee. Did they? No. Even before you made it to the door, the target’s guard stood in front of the door, his eyes darting down then back up to yours. Following his gaze, you could see a pistol held in his tanned hand. He could easily choke you if you tried anything.

“If you try anything, you’re dead.”

All you could do was turn around and find Bucky, and pulling him out of the gala.

“What happened?” 

“You screwed it.” You mumbled.

Bucky picked you up by your ass, dropping you onto the shitty motel bed, covering your body with his. He crashed his chapped lips to yours, the kiss being all tongue and teeth. It would be like every other time you had fucked him. No emotion. Just pure anger. 

“Get this fucking dress off.” He growled at you.

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows raised warningly. 

“I said, no.”

Soon enough, your dress was off but only because he had ripped it in half.

“Natasha bought me that!” You yelled at him.

“Shut up.” 

You huffed but refused to submit to him. You loved riling him up. It made all of this so much sweeter even though it would only be temporary.

“Fuck off, Barnes.”

His eyes narrowed at you, pupils enlarged to the point that his normally ocean coloured eyes that they’re completely black now. Your body was dragged to the edge of the bed by Bucky’s strong hands, only for you to be placed in his lap, with your back to his chest.

“You think this is funny?” His breath was hot as it fanned over your neck.

“It’s hilarious.”

He hooked his feet around your ankles, forcing your legs apart and locking them in place. Your body almost completely stiffened at Bucky’s actions as you felt his metal hand travel down your torso and stop above your most sensitive area.

“If I’m not a good fuck, why are you so wet right now?”

You had no answer for him. The only thing you knew would come out of your mouth would be the word “please”. But, you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. So, you kept your mouth shut.

“Nothing? At all?”

Suddenly, you felt two fingers plunged into your pussy. The familiar feeling of metal made you moan loudly, back arching.

“That’s what I thought.” You could feel his smirk on your neck, which made you angry. He was winning right now but you couldn’t let him do that.

In between bated breaths, you spat at him.

“Fuck you.”

Bucky slapped the inside of your thigh harshly, biting your neck.

“Either say my name or shut the fuck up. One or the other.”

His metal hand moved to rubbing your clit at a nearly inhuman rate, his flesh hand coming up to your chest to pinch your nipples. 

“James!” You screamed, trying to close your legs at the overstimulation, but he had hooked you in place.

Your ass bucked into his bulge, making him groan in your ear. The warmth in your stomach began to build up as he pushed his fingers back inside you but he did it painfully slowly this time. Your orgasm faded away quickly, pissing you off.

“No, no!” 

“Too bad.” He flipped you over, beginning to attack your body with his lips and teeth.

“Why are you still dressed?”

Bucky pulled back to look you in the eyes, his lips quirking up into a smirk. He wasn’t done with you at all so he was going to indulge you just this once. Slowly stripping down in front of you, his thick cock bounced after he removed his pants and boxers. So much for his ego being bigger than his cock.

“Do I even have to tell you what to do?”

You very nearly caved and just got on your knees for him but you weren’t going down without more of a fight.

“I don’t know. Can you use your words or are you incapable of using actual intelligence to do something?”

If his eyes could get any darker, they did. He grabbed you by your arm, putting you on the floor and having you kneel before him.

“You’re gonna put those pretty little lips around my cock and let me fuck your mouth. You got it, babe?” 

He knew exactly how to play with you; using pet names even though you knew he didn’t mean them. You lowered your mouth onto his cock, your eyes meeting his as you looked up at him. His hands went directly to your hair, pulling on it. A moan slipped out of you, making Bucky grin and tug harder. He pushed your head further down onto his shaft, nearly hitting the back of your throat. 

“That’s right, baby girl. Hold still for me, yeah?”

You gave him a little nod as he started thrusting his hips up into your face, his cock going deeper into your mouth each time. Sliding your hands up his thighs, you began softly squeezing his balls, causing him to jump and hit the back of your throat. You’ve had this experience with Bucky so many times that you no longer have a gag reflex and you’re willing to take him as deep as you can. Twirling your tongue around his shaft, you tightened your lips around him, pulling a loud moan from him and an especially harsh tug on your hair. 

Before he could cum in your mouth, he pulled you back from his cock and up to him, giving you a bruising kiss. Grabbing your hips, he tossed you onto the bed and kept you on your stomach. At this point, you had already submitted to what he wanted but that doesn’t mean you weren’t still gonna be a bitch to him during this. You always were.

“All fours or you get nothing.”

“You’d be lucky to get anything tonight, James. You don’t eve-.”

You stopped mid sentence as Bucky delivered a hard smack to your ass. 

“Shut it.”

A whine was about to escape your mouth but you knew if you didn’t comply, you would get nothing from him. You probably couldn’t take being left here with no release. Slowly rising off of your stomach, you planted your hands and feet onto the bed with your ass on display.

“Good girl.” He had whispered, running his metal hand over your sensitive pussy and up your back.

“Tell me what you want.” Bucky demanded, keeping an eye on your pussy, which is clenching around nothing.

“I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t even think. I want to feel your cock in me until I can’t take it.” You looked back at him, with raised eyebrows.

“Think you can do that, Barnes?”

With one swift movement, he entered you, making you cry out in pleasure. He knew that no matter how many times you two would fuck, you would still need a little time to get used to him. And he obliged. 

“Move, Barnes.”

One of his hands settled on your hip and the other was fisted into your hair, pulling you back onto his cock harshly. As much as you wanted to hate him, he gave you so much pleasure. It was the only good thing to come out of this. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight around me. Feels so fucking good.” He praised you, jerking you up from your hands and pressing you against him.

“James, harder! Harder, baby.” 

He wrapped his metal hand around your throat, squeezing lightly as he rammed up into you, searching for what you desperately needed from him. You needed release and you needed it from him. Taking his hand that was holding your hip, he snuck it down your stomach, and began to tease your pussy.

“P-Please, James. Your cock feels so-.” You could barely finish a sentence, as his fingers ran over your sensitive clit.

Forming cohesive thoughts was impossible at this point as he spread your legs with his knee, thrusting into your pussy deeper, the tip of his cock finally hitting your g-spot. Your thighs began to wobble as the heat in your stomach radiated through your entire body. Bucky’s cock pulsed inside you as your pussy squeezed around him. His head dropped onto your shoulders, your name falling from his lips. That never happens. It sent a shiver down your spine.

His metal hand clamped down on your neck slightly tighter, which was what made you turn into jelly. You pushed back onto him, screaming his name as you came around him.

“Fuck, James!”

“I’m right there, sugar.” 

With a loud moan from his chest, you felt hot spurts of his cum shoot into your wet, hot cunt. Your knees gave out on you as he released inside you. Instead of falling on your stomach, Bucky caught you and laid you down lightly. He rolled down beside you, breathing heavily. All he could do was watch you turn over and close your eyes, trying to calm down. He chewed at his lip before getting up from the bed and grabbing a bottle of water for you.

“Here.” Bucky held out the bottle to you, shaking it a bit to make you take it.

“Thank you, Bucky.” 

It came out as a whisper, your voice trying to take a rest. You took turns between drinking from the bottle, eventually going to get a washcloth and clean yourself up. Looking through your backpack after you finished, you couldn’t find a pajama shirt. Even though you and Bucky just fucked, it’d be too intimate to stay naked. Too vulnerable.

“Why do we do this?” Bucky murmured, refusing to look at you.

“Do what?”

“Just...fuck. That’s all we do. Nothing else.”

“That’s just what we do, Buck. You know that. You can’t do much else when I have you hating me.” You chuckled to yourself, but it had a lot of hurt behind it.

“I don’t...I don’t hate you, okay? I thought it was the other way around.”

Your heart started to break when you saw his eyes water. You never thought to ask him what he felt. You just assumed he hated you for no reason. 

“Me too.” Sitting down beside him on the bed, you began fiddling with your fingers. 

“How do you feel about having sex instead? With actual emotions. None of this, I hate you but love you shit? Please?” Bucky’s voice wavered, pleading.

A small smile spread across your face, while your heart lightened.

“Yeah, yeah. I’d love that.”

[istherewifiinhell]

#nothing to do no gay people on my phone. did read 29 chapters of orv tho

well. here we are..... 1 calendar year later. 551 chapters later... and. tangent: dang did i really pulverize my phone on some conk crete so close to my bday? well. funny little causes for everything isnt it....

for real tho..... for. a story about how stories help you survive.... im here at work were i started it. to get through the day. and. its been a real fucking treat the whole time....

Extremely scattershot and fledgling ending stuff thoughts [spoiles][oh and also. content. warning of. orv adfhbdaf]

a narrative about. grief. and suicide. and. how we cope. and heal. or dont. in? my min max any% speedrun isekai novel???

holding astronaut yjh by the scruff of the neck. HEY I FOUND HIM. I FOUND THE ORV ASTRONAUT (breaks down about it)

I think. around. kaizenxi i noticed the. allusions to suicide were um. getting increasingly LESS subtle... and. i mean at some point right. the story becomes less about kdj and more. how his family misses him. the entire jttw arc. even. and. its the reveal the closer they get to the goal. the less he. knows what to do with himself.

well and. the way the scope just increases right. if there is a down trodden lost soul in this world. may we dedicate a sentence to them, remember that they are a being and do not deserve their fate. (nameless ones/yoegos esp)

and. the way. right until the very last stuff. no one stays dead. which isnt the same as being unchanged by death. by people being hurt by it. but people come back. (by my regconning 1864 hades and bihyung are the only. MAIN??? character. ally types. to die?? and stay dead.) and it really seemed like kdj might be the next one. FOR A GOOD MINUTE THERE. but hey. hey. maybe a story were. they miracoulous. unfathamable. survive... is the point......

just like. seemingly mavelent forces. the orgin of ss, the author, the outer gods, even 4th wall. just a bunch of ppl trying to surivive. or trying not to loose someone. or lose themselves. etcetc. like.

1863 hsy writting the apocalyse into existence to save 1 person. enduring YEARS of being exhausted and scrambling in the small hours of the night. that dk becoming 4th wall... [dont know where else to put this even but the random webnovel author they get to be one of the orv... publishers... i guess. was also. maybe gonna kill himself. so thats another person saved. just. fyi]

the 999s. EVERYTHING abt them. (kdjs favourite turn did you know that was HIS FAV turn its his favourite.) that kdj could confront kwn cause he know how little he thought of HIMSELF. well hey. flag that huh. cause when they see the poor kid that 'caused' their predictament. well they saw the small kid no one looked out for (well 2 people looked out for didnt they). and all kdjc realises just how bad it was. and all kdj can see is the enemy. gee well i hope kdj having those LITERAL self destructive tendacies wont come up again after the 999s become kid dokja new pta ass parents.

a story that. basically end up saying. hey. you are ONTOLOGICALLY. kinda sorta a least a PART of the main character. (hey no wonder theres such a high percent of kin dokjas.....) where you DREAMING of that world. of those characters. imagining that kinder ending, that unfinished story. thats helps that WORLD survive. that helps that CHARACTER live. for real i did "force"/engineer the circustances that i would be finishing it. AND DOING ALL THIS. at work. well fuck +A proof of concept. stories. we all need em. oh god do we need em. like fucking hell do i need em.

(weakly, like a victorian child with every old timey disease) im back from work what did miss

[padfootbuckster]

Imagine being Bucky’s daughter

Iron man suddenly flew at you, flying from the energy coming out of his feet and hands but before he could even land a hit on your body that was lying nearly unconscious on the floor your father shoved him away with all his might, anger evident in his eyes as he began fighting him

“Don’t you dare fucking touch my daughter”

@stargazingfangirl18 @rae-is-typing @snarky--starky @canadianhufflepuffavenger

[writings-of-bored-gal]

Damage Control

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: After the New York attack, Captain America is sent in to try and bring up spirits at the hospital. Unknown to him, there he would meet with a woman who lifts his spirits too.

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written so I figured I’d start with one that’s been in my head for a while with my favourite boy! I hope you all enjoy, don’t be afraid to drop me a request anytime! Always, Abby x

Masterlist

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The New York incident had been manic and Steve was still trying to cope with the amount of damage that had been done. Tony had donated money to all of the hospitals in the area and had suggested that each of the Avengers go and visit some of them.

“People are scared, I’m scared.” Tony chuckled darkly on the phone. “Just throw them a smile and it might help.”

“I’ll take Brooklyn,” Steve said.

“Of course you will.” Tony sighed, his eye roll audible in his tone.

“What? It’s my neighbourhood.” Steve grinned. “Might be nice to walk around there for a while.”

“Oh you won’t be walking,” Tony replied. “You’re too high profile now Rogers, I’ll organise a car to pick you up.”

Steve sighed as Tony hung up, leaving him alone with the monotonous dial tone. He put the phone down and went to open the window, the silence being replaced with the sounds of New York traffic. Coulson had set him up in a small apartment that apparently SHIELD was happy enough to pay for, but it still felt alien to him.

He switched on the TV and stared blankly at the screen, but he was bombarded by the images of the Chitauri figures- films from people’s phones, sketches made by scientists, theories laid out by conspiracy theorists. He turned it back off again and tried the radio, but that was even less successful, the auto-tuned voices doing nothing to calm his thoughts.

A ping went off on his phone, a message from Tony with times that he was expected to visit hospitals. He replied, still slow as he got used to the phone. Anything to help.

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Driving through Brooklyn these days was strange. Everything was..taller and shiner, the roads busier and louder. There were no longer scrappy kids fighting on street corners. His mind flitted to Bucky and Steve forced himself to come back to the present. The car stopped in front of a big brown building with long wide windows. He took a deep breath before stepping out of the car and ready to face those awaiting him inside.

The hospital was more full than Steve had thought. He’d been forced into wearing his full costume, the red, white and blue gleaming in the reflections of the spotless floors. The kids came first, those were easy when they didn’t ask the difficult questions which most of them were too young to do anyway. Smiling for pictures wasn’t too hard of a task, a high-five here and there. And they were all sweet enough. One of them had even tried to give him a teddy bear, something which he graciously accepted.

He was lead around the corner then, to the rooms of those who had been injured in the attacks. Steve stopped, he stared at the floor as he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken. He closed his eyes, his chest ring and falling at the same pace as his heart. He looked down the corridor but it seemed endless. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. He could feel the world beginning to spin-

“Are you alright?” A girl came up behind him. She had her leg in a cast up to the knee and a concerned look in her eyes. She came up to Steve, her arm gently reaching out and touching him, slowly but surely bringing him back down to Earth.

“I’m fine.” Steve managed to get out once his breath was back. ¨

“You don’t look fine.” She said, a smirk appearing on her face without the concern leaving her eyes. “Take the mask off, it’s probably not helping.”

Steve nodded and pulled it off, revealing his sticking up hair. The girl stifled a giggle and took the mask from him, examining it.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take this off earlier, this thing feels like it would suffocate anyone’s head.” She smiled at him kindly, slipping the fabric into the pocket of her bright red shorts.  “Do you want to come to sit in my room for a while, grab a drink of water or coffee or something?”

Steve nodded, letting her lead him down the hallway and into her room. There was a plush beige armchair next to a bed. There was a vase of flowers with petals that were turning a little brown and there were cards with half-hearted messages from family members on the side table. She grabbed one of the glasses from next to the bed and used the tap in the corner to fill it with cold-ish water.

She made her way over to the bed, heaving her leg into place and attempting to make herself comfortable. She played with the remote for the bed for a moment before making the bed come to sit up.

“Can you grab the end and pull it? Yeah, like that.” She adjusted once more, the bed facing Steve now. “Now we can actually talk.”

Steve tried to smile back, but it felt strained. He couldn’t shake the question from his head.

“Did you get that in the attack?” He blurted out, gesturing awkwardly to her leg.

“Yeah, I did.” She looked down hands, her fingers which wouldn’t seem to stop fiddling with one another. “It wasn’t so bad, just some ship hit my hotel that I was staying at. A piece of rubble fell on it, a couple of shards of glass.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered.

“Don’t be.” She smiled up at him. “You and the rest of the Avengers are basically the reason I didn’t die in that hotel room watching reruns of reality shows.”

Steve snorted a little and smiled to himself. It was the first genuine smile he’d managed all day.

“Do you mind if I come here after I’ve done my rounds?” He asked her.

“Like a date?” Her eyes widened and her mouth stood agape.

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” Steve said, his eyes darting to the ground in front of him. “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to I totally understand but I just thought maybe-“

“The food here is great by maybe we can order take out?” She smiled.

“I’ll have the driver go get something…. pizza?”

“Pizza sounds great.” She beamed at Steve as he moved her bed back into its original position. “Oh, don’t forget this.” She smiled, handing him the mask from her pocket. Steve took it, pulling it back over his face. The girl gave him a thumbs up which he returned before turning and leaving the room, giving her one last look for courage.

[cutelittleluckysoul]

Hey! Can I request a marvel and dc ship pls? I’m 5’1 with brown skin and Black eyes with red hair and an hourglass figure, I’m also a Gemini( probably doesn’t matter). My friends describe me as fierce,funny, nice when I want to be.I love playing instruments mainly saxophone and piano but I would like to learn others, my hobby’s include art,cooking,painting, playing video games etc. I really like astrology, I normally talk about it with my mom and others. That’s all, Thank you!❤️

Sure thing here you go, I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

For Marvel I ship you with Thor!

you are very tiny compared to him

but you take no shit from him and honestly he finds it so hot when you get all fiercy

like you are not threatening or anything but actually hot in his opinion ( he often throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom)

he is actually impressed by all the instruments you can play and the other ones you wanna learn

he loves listening to you play because it sounds so unique

he is really impressed how determined you are with your hobbies

he loves watching you paint

often paints with you (he is horrible and while you draw so perfectly you are very happy to compliment his drawings; he smiles like a little child then)

loves to taste all the food you make

a recipe you did a dozen times? he is the first one to taste it

trying something new? you bet your ass he is the first to try it

mixing stuff? he loves it

he also tried playing video games with you but is rather bad at it so he just watches you and gives comments about certain things

geminis are said to be very loyal and Thor would never doubt that you are

he has utter faith in you and that you would never hurt him

he would also take you to Asgard and take small adventures with you there

also to New Asgard 

you explaining to him what astrology is and he gets really into it

you both talking about it non stop

he finds it really fascinating 

he tells you you would have been the perfect Queen at his side

For DC I ship you with Bruce Wayne

you are a Gemini meaning you are very prideful so the two of you have something in common already

he actually likes that about you, you know your value and what you are worth

is also really impressed what instruments you can play

buys you your own piano and saxophone (at first he buys different variations of them too)

you telling him to stop because there is no need for it but he just wouldn’t listen

he adores your artworks

if you are especially good he even tries to convince you to make a gallery that he organises

you accepting but only if it is for a good cause

he agreed

also your cooking is heavenly in his opinion

even better than Alfreds but don’t tell him that

he actually buys a new kitchen so you have more space

he just loves to spoil you even if you tell him you don’t need all that stuff

he hates it when you play video games

he thinks it is an utter waste of time

having arguments about it and being stubborn as hell

getting around eventually

you play most of the time when he is gone doing bat stuff

and yes of course you know

you are rather smart and figured it out rather fast

he is really impressed

so even if you have arguments and disagree most of the time you can’t deny the love between you two

[aledethanlast]

What if Billy doesn't age as long as he's Calgain Mavel. So technically he's still aging but just significantly slower than he should because of all the time he spends hitting the pause button.

I'd imagine his puberty would be a special sort of existential hell, as it is so easy to take a break from the hormones and the intense hunger and weird fucking joint pains, but in the doing he makes the process take several years longer than it needs to.

Something great about Billy is that all of his wonder comes from the way that he is a Child who turns into an Adult. And like you can fudge the ages from 7-15ish but he’s always a kid that turns into an adult with magic. But something really cool and fun about kids is that they also turn into adults without magic if you give them enough time. So something I have to consider is that when I make Shazam one of the founding members of the League, has been around basically as long as the League itself has…

He’s the same age as Dick Grayson.

[cutmyyandere]

Could we please have some Yandere Eddie/Venom with a willing s/o you genuinely loves them back? Thank you!!

Sorry if this sucks… I’m not the best with vanilla-ish stuff.

Venom/Eddie Brock

“It’s okay!” You started, holding the hand around your throat, “You can hurt me! Get it out of your system!” You said, wanting the man before you to hurt you, to hit you. 

Turning his head to the side, he squinted his eyes at you, knowing that if he hit you then he’d be giving you what you wanted, “This isn’t much of a punishment if you enjoy it.” He laughed. Sighing, he let your body drop to the floor as he let go of your throat. 

Retracting the blackness around his hand, he watched you as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, knowing that if you tried your hardest then he wouldn’t be so upset with you, “I know, love. I know.” He said kneeling down in front of your weak form. 

“I love you…” You tried, thinking that it would hit him hard. Smiling down at you, he brought his hand up and brushed up against your face, caressing you mindfully, “I love you too.”  

[birdsofpry]

learning curve.

steve rogers x reader

summary: because we all know that there are college courses that are specifically about steve rogers and his howling commandos...

word count: 3.9k

When you were scanning the course list in your advisors office, getting ready to register for classes for the following quarter, you almost laughed when a certain title caught your eye.

“History 436 - The Study, Observation and Impact of World War II: Captain Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos? Is this really a class?” You asked with a humor that was most likely misinterpreted by your advisor as mocking ignorance.

“Yes, of course. Captain Rogers has contributed so much to our nation's history, not only in the retrospect of World War II, but now as well. Where would New York City be after the battle of 2012 without him? He is a true American hero.” Your advisor defended with vigor.

“In some universities, you can have a specific focus or even major in the history and impact that Captain Rogers has had!”

It took everything you had not to burst into histractics. Yes, of course you knew that Steve was an American hero. He’s helped shape a nation, then and now. But the thought of all these people, in your university and others, looking up to him like some sort of God made you giggle and roll your eyes. Especially knowing how uncomfortable he was going to be when you came traipsing home to tell him of this discovery.

Or, even better…

“Y’know what? You have changed my mind. I have always been skeptical about this Captain America, but I really should learn more about him before I judge him as harshly as I have in the past. I would love to take this class.” You said, laying on your best theatrics to keep from breaking.

God, this was going to be fun.   

Later, after a trip to the library to pick up your textbook for your new course, you arrived at the Avengers Compound with a suppressed grin. You held the heavy hard cover book to your your chest, rocking on your heels as you watched the numbers on the elevator grow before your chosen number arrived and the doors opened. When they did, it revealed the common living space in the compound. Knowing it was Steve’s off day, you expected him to be lounged up on the couch, silently reading or watching a movie. And when you walked out of the elevator, that’s exactly where he was, watching a movie while Sam sat in an armchair on his phone. Upon hearing the elevator ding, both men looked up from where they were focused, to you. Steve’s expression lit up with a dopey smile when he saw it was you, it made you feel a little bad for the embarrassment you were about to lay on him.

“Hi baby,” He continued to grin as you walked to him and planted a kiss to his lips, “How was class?”

“Interesting…” You said vaguely, still trying to fight off your shit eating smile.

“Interesting how?” Steve asked with furrowed brows, eyes following you as you walked around the couch.

When you continued to stand instead of falling into his embrace like you usually did after school, his suspicion grew.

“Well, I went to choose my classes for next quarter and encountered a class I think you’re going to love.” The grin was breaking through as you continued to speak.

“Ok…?” Steve said, looking to Sam who just shrugged at your behavior.

“I’ll read you the exact course title, just so I don’t get it wrong,” You fished the course catalog from your back pocket and dramatically cleared your throat, “History 436 - The Study, Observation and Impact of World War II: Captain Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.”

Sam was the first to react, bursting into laughter.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He chortled, “You’re telling me there’s a whole study of Steve? The guy who spilled cereal into- not onto- INto his pants last week?!”

“There indeed is, and here is the textbook.” You giggled, handing the heavy bound book to Steve, whose face was still in shock.

“Wait, you bought the book?” Sam asked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Well, duh! How can I take the class without the textbook?” You said smirking, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re taking the class?” Steve asked, looking up from the book to you.

“Yeah, I want to see what these people think of you. And I mean, it’s an easy A on my part. Who knows you better than me?” You grinned, finally coming to sit next to him and kiss his neck affectionately.

“Maybe Bucky,” Sam chimed in, which earned a glare and eye roll from you and Steve.

“Shut up, Wilson.” Steve grumbled, one hand on you, the other on the book.

“I just, I can’t believe that so many people would care enough about my story to do this…” He said in awe, running his slender fingers over the glossy cover with a picture of his face on it.

“It all just… I, I don't know. It means a lot.” Was murmured under his breath.

Your heart melted. Sure, at first this was all a joke. To see Sam laugh and Steve blush, but now it was different. Over recent years, The Avengers, and Steve, had gone through some rough patches. Not everyone loved him like they had before the ice. So for him, this was that much more meaningful. It was the little kid from Brooklyn having admirers. It was heartbroken and freshly full of serum Captain America with people in his corner. It was Steve Rogers, God's righteous man, with people who wanted to study him, to understand him- a man who at many times, did not understand himself. You could tell by the look on his face how much this was throwing him for a loop, in a good way.

“People love you, as they should. You’re a hero.” You whispered to him with adoration.

“But-” He didnt get time to finish his comment that would diminish his accomplishments.

“No buts. Without you, I honestly don’t know what our world would look like today. People deserve to know, to learn about all that you did, all that you sacrificed.” Your hand smoothed over his cheek, gently moving him to face you.

His eyes were glossy with tears that he wouldn't let fall until he was alone, and he radiated pure love.

“I really love you.” Steve whispered.

“Good, because I really love you.” You cooed, craning your face slightly to slot your lips with his.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you guys! This is our common space! Got it? Get this rom-com bullshit out of here!” Sam gagged as you both broke apart.

“With pleasure!” Steve said, somehow all the intensity of the moment gone.

He quickly, almost without you registering, discarded the book and hopped up, slining you over his shoulder as he headed for your shared bedroom.

You finished out the academic quarter you were in, and in no time, your blissful break filled with Steve Rogers attached to your hip was over, and it was time to get back to the real world. But in this real world came History 436, which you couldn't deny you were extastic for. The introduction to the class was ordinary, attendance policy, number of papers, when the midterm and final would be, the syllabus, etc. As you perused the syllabus, the professor's voice became lost on you, you read over the guidelines of how the term paper that would be written. Below that was a list of topics you could use; How Captain America propaganda changed the war, Was Dr. Erskine a visionary for creating the Super Soldier Serum or a man that created a deadly weapon, Can Steve Rogers ever help the United States like he did in WWII or had too much changed…

Just as you looked over the last prompt, your professor words broke through to you again.

“...The last prompt is to make your own, and if written properly, will get you excused from the final…” You could see all the students around you perk up, “But this only works if you can interview Captain Rogers about any topic covered in this course. So, I would start thinking about what angle to take on the prompts listed above.”

A collective chuckled came from the class as the professor continued, but you stayed silent. You only smirked and turned the page.

As the class went on, it was fascinating to see how the textbook portrayed your stars and stripes wearing boyfriend, compared to how your professor and fellow classmates saw him. Many gave whispers of having seen him in public, or knowing someone who knew someone who knew someone, who had been saved by him.

“He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and when he smiled at her she said it felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest!” A girl whispered behind you one morning as your professor talked about Dr. Erskine and the serum.

The non-jealous part of you wanted to laugh, maybe chime in and say his eyes were dulling with old age. The pouty-green eyed part of you wanted to whip around and announce to those girls that he did indeed have the bluest eyes in the universe, and they should see them blown out in lust! But obviously, you did neither.

You weren't stupid enough to tell anyone of your true reason for taking the class, or your relation to it’s subject. Before you went back to school, Steve had approached the topic timidly.

“Are you gonna say anything to anyone? Y’know when you get in there?” He had asked, your cheek pressed tightly to his chest while both his hands smoothed gently up your body.

Steve didn't have to specify what he was referring to, by the way he started to pick idly at the hem of your t-shirt, and with the date of the end of your break closing in, you just knew.

“I don’t know. Probably not… I think they’d all be so starstruck that I not only know you, but are dating you, that’d it be uncomfortable.” You shifted to set your chin where your cheek once was.

“Yeah, yeah. I think that’d be for the best.” He said unsuridly, his eyes flicking anywhere but your face.

“Hey,” You snuggled closer to him, “What’s up? There’s something else you want to say I can see it.”

After a few false starts- Steve stammering and opening and shutting his mouth like a fish- he found his words and spoke, “I just worry. If people found out about us, it would... not that I’m hiding us or anything! I just, y’know what I mean… it could be dangerous. You never know where HYDRA lies or in who… you never know who could have it out for me… and if something, anything awful happened I would just,”

He was starting to spiral, and you knew you had to nip this in the bug before it became a fullfleged issue with him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You placed both your hands on his cheeks and gave him a sound kiss before pulling away, “Everything is fine, okay? Nothing is going to happen to me. Everything is ok.”

Steve nodded and let out a shaky breath. He wrapped nimble fingers around your wrists and leaned his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent deeply and steadying himself.

“I’ll even make a big show to everyone about how much I hate you so no one is the wiser!” You whispered playfully, earning a chuckle from Steve.

This was something he always admired about you. In times where his fear closed in on him, you were always there to fight it off tooth and nail with your soft kindness, then make him laugh at some stupid joke. Steve just really fucking loved you.

So he told you.

“I really fucking love you.” He smiled.

“And I really fucking love you. But no one in my class will know that! Not after I call you a big oaf in blue spand-EX!” You squealed the last syllable as Steve flipped you over onto your back, hovering above you with a glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He chided you with a grin.

You brought your hands up to card your fingers through his hair, the heels of your hands resting smoothly behind his ears.

“Y’know I’m not hiding us from the world or anything, right baby?” Steve asked after a silent beat, with a kind vulnerability.

You swallowed a giggle and met his gaze. You knew since the second he had made that slip that he was worried that’s what you thought. God, you loved this ridiculously sweet man. You wished, if only for a second, the world could see him like this. But for now, you would happily soak up all his thoughtful moments of intimacy for yourself.  

“I know, baby. That worry has never even crossed my mind.” You craned your lips up to meet his in a quick kiss, “I think we are the only two people who are happy we aren't hiding. If Sam catches up making out again, I think he might grow hair just rip it out.”

Steve collapsed at this, hiding his laughter in the crook of your neck, as he brought you as close to him as he could.

As things progressed, you didn't learn much that Steve hadn't already told you. There were times where you wanted to pipe in and correct the professor or when a student would over simplify a situation that you knew there was a lot more too. But your lips stayed sealed. Because how could you possibly know that that picture wasn't a picture of how sickly pre-serum Steve was, but actually a picture of a drunken mess pre-serum Steve after Bucky had plied him with far too much schnapps on his twenty first birthday?

One Wednesday morning, You physically tensed when you came to class to see Sergeant James Barnes written in block text on the projector. You felt your breathing increase, and heat prick uncomfortably on the back of your neck. You had been dreading this day, and now it was finally here. There was no Captain America class without Bucky Barnes, his involvement in the material was inevitable. You just didn't think you would be able to listen your professor, or any student speak ill of your friend. By now, it was common knowledge that Bucky had survived the fall in 1945 and went on to become the fist of HYDRA. Many people were still divided on if he was truly rehabilitated after Steve and Tony had announced he would be joining the Avengers. There was uproar, both good and bad at this decision.

Having witnessed first hand everything Bucky had been through; the horrific nightmares, the panic attacks, the relapses, the transition from brainwashed assassin to regular person; you didn't think you could handle hearing someone speak ill of him. Second to Steve, and maybe even more than him some days, you were vehemently protective of Bucky. You had grown to adore Buck, and considered him one of your closest friends. Having to hear people attack him unecessarly would set you off, and this whole flying under the radar thing was going to go up in smoke.

Though, to your surprise, you heard nothing but praise for the ruthless Sergeant. Your professor highlighted Bucky in such a way that caused an uncontrollable smile to take over your features. Your sure to everyone else you looked a bit insane, just beaming at the talk of what an exceptional shot he was with a rifle. His time as the Winter Soldier was only briefly mentioned, and at this your skin splintered again. You felt your body coil, almost ready to defend your friend at the slightest mention of something distasteful. But nothing was said.

By the end of the class, you were caught up to where Bucky was today, living with Captain Rogers and training to be an Avenger.

“I know we all have our own opinions about whether or not Sergeant Barnes should be joining the Avengers or not. I won’t tell you mine to remain impartial, but what I will say is that having Sergeant Barnes on the Avengers is a high risk. We don’t know how his progress is or even how his mental health is. From all we know, HYDRA could still be inadvertently pulling the string. But, I will also say that if all is fine and good, Sergeant Barnes would be a great addition to the World’s Best Defenders. One more person to keep us all safe.”

There was a thick silence after he was finished speaking before he sighed, “And I’m afraid that’s all the time we have.”

You cried in your car before you drove home that day. For everything Bucky had been through and for what he would fight against now until he died. It was all too much. When you returned to the Compound, you gave him a hug longer than you usually would, but he didn't complain.

As your class was coming to a close, you couldn't say you hadn't enjoy it. You loved coming home every day to Steve, who was doing his best to control his curiosity with a fleeting, “Oh, and how was History?” he’d give you in different variations. You loved to hear him expand on your learning, or scowl when he knew something was wrong. No matter what it was, he would always take time to hear what had happened, not only in that class but in the rest of your day.

Today he had texted you and asked if you could come to his office today instead of meeting him at the Compound. This wasn't unusual, sometimes mission reports and paperwork stacked up too much and he couldn't justify stepping away. So, he’d order in some food and have you come to him. He’d finish up his work, and you’d do homework or play on your phone until he told you it was time to head home. Secretly he liked these days. He liked having you in his space- that being very clear by how early he proposed you two move in together.

“We’ve only been dating two months, Steve.”

“Yes, and I have now been biting my tongue for four weeks about this!”

Steve loved how whenever you spent time with him at work, your scent lingered for a day or two. He knew others couldn't smell it like he could, but he didnt care. It made leaving you for a long day almost worth it.

Steve was lost in a sea of papers when he heard a soft knock and his door slowly open.

“Hi,” You said with a little smile, poking your head into his office.

“Hi baby,” Steve replied, waving you in as he beamed at you.

You did as he motioned, setting your bag down on the sofa diagonal to his desk and walked to your boyfriend.

Steve’s arms were still open, and helped you into his lap as he kiss your cheek.

“How’re ya?” He asked gently, brushing your hair from your eyes as you rested your temple to his shoulder.

“Tired, hungry. The usual.” You shrugged, giving him a lazy smile.

“Good thing sushi should be here in,” a quick glance to his phone, “nine minutes.”

You hummed happily as Steve rocked the chair side to side, “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Let’s hope you more than like me.” He smirked, ghosting his lips over your own and let out a chuckle when you let out a breathy moan.

Steve graced your lips with a single kiss, that was over far too soon for your liking, then pulled away all together.

“What’d you learn about me today, baby?” Steve tighten his hold on you so you would fall as he span more forcefully, enticing happy giggles from you.

“Nothing I don’t already know.” You grinned and Steve returned your expression.

“That I’m amazing?”

That just earned him an eye roll before you set your head back on his shoulder.

“Our term papers are coming up…” You asserted with a sigh.

“And that’s bad?” Steve asked as he held you close.

“Yes! I have two other classes to study and stress about! But... y’know, you could make it easier for me.” You perked up in his arms.

“How so?”

“If we get an interview with Captain Rogers himself for our term paper, we don’t have to take the final. One less thing to stress me out.” You smiled wider, honeying your words.

“Ah, I see,” Steve nodded, “You’ve been using me the whole time just to get out of a final exam.”

“You’ve caught me. I’ve been dating you for three years in an anticipation for this moment.” You replied flatly.

“I think they call it the long-con.” This earned Steve a punch to the arm, and he grinned.

“But, really! Please help me, I don't want to do hard work and study.” You pouted, bouncing a little in his lap like a child.

“I should make you write the paper without me and take the exam as a lesson in hard work and perseverance. Be like the Captain Rogers your professor wants me to be…” He pondered, suppressing a smirk.

“No, that’s so boring!” You whined.

“Captain Rogers is boring, my love.”

“Good things I feel in love with Steve Rogers and not the Captain.” You pointed out.

“I can’t keep teasing you if you’re being sweet, y’know?” Steve gaze turned from playful to loving it a matter of seconds.

“I was counting on it.”

Steve groaned before closing the small gap between you two and pressing his lips to yours. Though again it was short lived by a knock on Steve’s office door. Another groan came from him when he broke away from him.

“Stay here.” Steve said as he picked you up and sat you in his chair.

“Only if you help me with my paper!” You called after him as Steve opened the door to get your food.

Bringing back a plastic bag full of styrofoam containers, he set it gently on his desk before placing his hands on his hips and looking at you.

“I will help you,” You pumped your fist in victory, “Under one condition…”

“Which is?”

Steve rounded his desk and placed both his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping you the the leather seat.

“You have to earn it, Miss (Y/L/N).” His eyes darkened.

“I think that can be arranged.” You said breathlessly, wasting no time and attaching your lips to his.

Hunger and the food on Steve’s desk were temporarily forgotten. Steve scooped you into his arms and asked FRIDAY to lock his door while he set you ceremoniously on his plush couch.

“Are you serious?” Your professor asked, eyes wide and mouth gaping as he looked at your paper.

“Yes. After many calls to Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers, he finally agreed to set something up.” You smiled innocently.

“You were able to speak to him? Discuss our material and see what he thought?”

“Yes, he thought it was thoroughly researched and only had a few qualms with some of the facts stated.” You nodded.

“Like what? If you don’t mind me asking?” You could tell he was trying to control his excitement.

“Captain Rogers and I discussed it in my paper. I don’t think it will disappoint.”

“I’m sure it won’t. I am excited to see what both of you have to say. I will tell you now that it was a pleasure to have you in class, Miss (Y/L/N), since I won’t be seeing you for the final.” He smiled, placing your paper on top of his stack of others.

“Well thank you. This class was enlightening and a once and a lifetime experience. Meeting Captain Rogers was a dream, even if it was hard work to get that paper.”

Now you were making innuendos for your own enjoyment, though maybe you shouldn't have. The smiles were hard to contain.

“Well, I’m glad. I hope you enjoy your early release. You certainly earned it.”

And that innuendo was just too good to keep the smile off your face.

feedback is appreciated!!!!! 

[procrastinatingfanfiction]

A Cute Surprise

Word count: 1,121

Warnings: none just fluff

Summery: Y/N is deaf and has the ability to make anything she imagines come true. She's new to the tower and Peter wants to get to know her, so he surprises her.

I hope you like it. Feed back is welcomed. I'm high key proud of it.

"Alright this is where you're gonna be staying. You'll be sharing the same floor as Wanda but she's not gonna be around much with missions and training." Tony said walking backwards out of the elevator. Following him quietly was a girl hands behind her back with a plain express.

They walked passed the Avengers having an almost normal little family feast Wanda and Vision made. The girl quickly glanced over them all but one person stood out specifically. A young boy with fluffy brown hair and brown eyes. He was goofy and unsure in his movements. She found it amusing but quickly moved on in the room with Tony.

After getting settled in she felt a little hungry. She walked to the kitchen slowly unsure if all the Avengers were still there.

She was relieved to see the Avengers had left but saw the young boy washing a bunch of dishes by himself. As easy as it would've been to leave she walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Why are you washing so many dishes?" She signed. Tony had created some gloves that would track what she was signaling and say it out loud so that she could interact with the Avengers who didn't know sign language.

"Oh they had to go on an emergency mission thing, so I thought I would be nice and wash the dishes for them." He spoke fast so it was slightly harder for Y/N to read his lips but she understood.

"Can I help?" She awkwardly rocked on her tippy toes then to the balls of her heels. She really didn't like the talking to much and was just your average awkward teenager but there was a lot of dishes and she would've felt bad if she didn't ask.

"Yeah, if you want to." Peter stepped aside to give her more room to help.

Y/N planned on helping in a different way that didn't involve having to touch a single dish. She closed her eye to concentrate then little worker elves appear washing the dishes. Peter taken back by the little elves suddenly appearing, let out a slight yelp.

"What is that? How did you do that? What are they doing?" He said turning to Y/N with wide eyes.

"They are elves, they will clean for us. I just imagined them and they appeared." She smiled at his shock. She enjoyed his different reactions. At first it was shock, then curiosity, turn to fear all within seconds. She didn't even know it was possible to express so many emotions in such little time.

"Whoa that's really cool! Do something else! Well if that OK with you, please." He subtlety begged.

"OK" She gestured for him to follow him to the living room.

She stood in a mostly empty part of the living room then looked at the floor a little ways away from her then a Pikachu appeared.

They spent hours battling Pokemons. They even moved furniture to have more room to battle. Hours of intense battle and concentration they didn't hear Wanda enter the living room. The also didn't hear her leave to get the rest of the Avengers to watch. The only thing that broke their concentration was someone clearing their throat.

"Why is there elves cleaning the entire kitchen? And what the hell are you guys doing?" Tony asked arms crossed and fighting off a smile.

Peter scrambled around to fix the furniture and Y/N got rid of the elves (who left the entire kitchen spotless) and the Pokemon and pokeballs.

"We were just uh, uh... We were- hey where you going? You can't leave" Peter asked Y/N seeing her trying to leave.

"I'm deaf, I can do whatever I want." After signing she turned and left with a smile.

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After that day Peter and Y/N didn't talk or hangout that much. He found out that she could talk but didn't like doing it much. He learned a lot more about her, like how she was very shy, and almost did nothing but watch Netflix and read. But he didnt learn it from her talking to him, it was from over hearing it from the Avengers.

He wanted to get to know her. So in order to make her feel more comfortable he started learning sign language. He read as many books he could find about sign language and Googled as much as possible.

He wanted to wait until he was at least somewhat fluent in sign language to show her. Even though he wasn't close to that day he felt anxious just by the thought of it. He wasn't sure how she'd react, he was also afraid he would do it wrong and say something stupid.

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When the day came Peter was super nervous but did everything he could to remain calm. He walked slowly to the Avengers living quarters slowly going over what he planned on saying to her. He practiced the signs he had trouble learning to really get it down and make sure he didn't mess up.

When he got into the elevator it really sunk in that if he messed up he'd look like a complete idiot. But despite the fear he left the elevator entering Y/N and Wanda's floor.

On his way walking to Y/N room he saw she was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. He turned walking towards her.

She saw him and waved with a light smile on her lips. He lifted the takeout he brought knowing it was Y/N's favorite. She took the message walking toward him but he but up his hand stopping her and placed the food on the counter.

"I brought this because I know it's your favorite. Hopefully your hungry." While he signed he watched her face light up with a big smile.

She hurried towards him giving him a tight hug. Then she let go of him, he then felt something crawl up him. It was a animated looking Spider-man with a big head.

The mini Spider-man jumped off him and landed onto the counter. Then he shot a web onto the ceiling doing a bunch of tricks with web. When he was done the web and the words 'Thank you' on it. The mini Spider-man jumped doing a backflip then disappearing.

Peter looked back at Y/N with a big smile matching her. A light blush spreading over his face when he realized how close you are with his one arm still around you.

"Thank you Peter. It means a lot." Y/N said.

"Anytime. " He smiles pulling you back into his chest not wanting to let you go.