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Tennessee Whiskey.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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-"Coffee, Sergeant?"-

Holding a canteen by its metal handle, the heat of the tar black beverage twirls and dances straight into the precipice of your nostrils when you approach Barnes with an inquiry, nose pointing at the bottle of Jack in his hand, already halfway drained. He was downing spirit like it was water. -"To take off the edge from that?"- You clarify once he gives you a look to establish exactly what you meant; usually no valid sign of inebriation on him even after severe alcohol intake --- even his gaze was as focused as sharp as ever; two piercing needles in a frame of blue. Three empty bottles surround him like so many captured trophies. -"I ain' even drunk yet."- He teases, slightly smug, and you believed him. You believed that liquor was like a river under the bridge for Barnes; it just flows away somewhere, washing over him and through him, leaving him keen, alert old self where it would wreck anyone else.

-"I know."-

Like a good sport, you let him have his point because it was truthful.

No use in denying it.

Fact is, you were convinced if he was handed a rifle he could just about shoot a pigeon in the eye flying even in this state.

-"Pretty fascinating, three bottles of Jack in."-

You have to assess, allowing a slight bit of amusement, however well meaning, to slip past the perimeter of you mouth. -"I'd be tipsy after one bigger swig."- You joke setting down the coffee canteen; nobody asked you to make one and certainly not Barnes himself, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do this simply because you wanted to. For him specifically. -"Your constitution's really something."- You add as a way of a tiny tease and the gaze he gives you is inexplicably matter-of-factly, like he wasn't even going to deny it, however wordlessly. That's how Tennessee men are like, you borderline imagine him saying in the most puffed up way conceivable. At least Bob was, that's for sure. -"Still. Here you go, in case you change your mind. It's black, piping hot and it's strong."- You gesture to the coffee next to him set down on closed ammo crate. No milk. No sugar. -"You drinkin'?"- He asks, seated down on a collection of sacks serving to barricade up the premises of the foxhole, his legs sprawled out on the bare ground. Yeah, you came here looking for him to this lonely part of the camp. You understood most people here at base would almost call you a fool for searching for Barnes when it wasn't even absolutely necessary, warning you that if you go looking for the devil, you're likely to find him too. -"No, sir, sorry. More leftover for you."- You go the route of diplomacy and political correctness. No drinking on the job for you. Not to mention, however tempting the idea, you weren't lying or being overly humble; you'd probably be knocked out after two major swigs. Didn't possess Barnes's uncanny ability to hold his liquor. -"Straight from the bottle ain' for everyone."- He cocks his head ragging you. -"Same goes for them metal canteens."- He adds with a drawl pointing his chin at the coffee you've left him with, not a single sign of slurring from his lips. -"946ml's gonna knock'ya straight into next Monday and then you'll be useful to no one 'round here and I can't stand slackers."- He prods staring straight at you standing over him and somehow, merely the thought of disappointing Barnes leaves you crestfallen. You loved him. It was why you were disguising your partiality to him with the act of serving a superior officer coffee as mere deference.

His eyes linger during a moment of silence like he knew.

Barnes always stared at you like he was privy to your deepest secrets anyway.

-"Ever drink from sumn's mouth?"-

Your breath hitches in your throat not unlike an unchewed morsel of food.

Wait? Did you hear that correctly!?

-"Sir?"-

You stammer out, nearly choking.

That's...not where you figured this conversation to go; At best, you hoped you'd be dismissed, at worst, you figured he'd tell you to scram and leave him alone.

Barnes says nothing, he only glares --- he didn't like to repeat himself.

So you decide to answer the inquiry you've more than heard.

-"No?"-

You manage, admittedly awkwardly, chuckling. What a notion.

Was that slang for something? Drinking from someone's mouth? No? No, it wasn't.

It was very literal.

-"Thinkin' 'bout givin' it a shot anytime soon?"-

He continues and you swear you spot the hint of a grin, the image of his parted lips, the liquor warmed up by the cavern of his mouth and his swirling tongue allowing your own to exchange the fluid unwittingly makes you fidget. Sure, you thought of Barnes in colorful terms before, to put it lightly. For a long time, in fact. Although, you always figured you were allowed your own private musings, hearing them vocalized this openly and plainly --- was almost like being smashed across the face with a bag of bricks. You feel the blood accumulating at the tip of your scalp, leaving you woozy yet seemingly firm because you had to be --- last thing you wanted was for him to see how affected you were.

You straighten and smoothen your uniform, trying to maintain composure, bidding yourself not to look at his chest. You don't even notice when his hand put down the bottle of whiskey and reached forward to grab you by your arms and pull you down next to him, holding you in place, firmly, in front of him, on your knees. On attention. He was touching you. He was actually touching you. Squeezing. -"Sir, you're inebriated and it isn't right. For your sake, I mean."- You try to stay sane and level headed even though you realized your voice came through in breathy gasps, taken aback to the degree you felt your heart pumping in your chest, causing you to be overtaken by a confounded mix of shock and need. You could practically smell the liquor on him along with the bitter taste of tobacco and malt; on anyone else the pungent, salty scent of sweat would've been disgusting, but on him? You feel lightheaded. Maybe you were simply being biased. -"Y'think I'm gonna regret and beat myself up for kissin' Miss Daisy Sunshine with a mouthful of Whiskey when I sober up and go mopin' 'bout it to sumn'? Like all these cocksuckers wouldn't kill to be me right about now?"- He assesses stiffly; wasn't the lulling sway of liquor speaking through him. It was outright no-nonsense bluntness. Barnes was determined and focused as only Barnes knew how to be; you lower your gaze from the ardent task of staring at his scarred mouth not daring to meet his eyes when he was this close to you, subjectively fearing you'd get incomprehensibly burned by something if you did. You feel yourself grow red. Miss Daisy Sunshine? You're on the verge of smiling. -"No."- You respond weakly, having no strength or willpower to be any louder or more resolved right about now. No, you didn't think he'd go around complaining, no.

Just the thought of Barnes thinking kissing you would be the envy of the whole camp has something coiling around in your gut.

Flattery.

He was flattering you.

You felt flattered.

It was exactly what he wanted you to feel, you understood.

It was intentional.

He was always intentional.

-"C'mere."-

He pulls you closer, leaning back against the wall of sacks, practically tugging and pulling at the forearm of your fatigues, one hand letting go of you to take a swig of his bottle again, scar-riddled lips puckered as he holds his mouthful there. Tentatively, you get close until your nose was practically touching the side of his face and the push along the back of your head by his arm is unexpected but not unwelcome as the floodgates of his mouth open around yours roughly and the searing Whiskey's gone past your teeth, sliding off of his tongue into you. You swallow, unwittingly, the suddenness of the contact sending the alcohol rushing down your throat before you can cough forth the burning sensation only to realize Barnes has kissed you with his eyes wide open, never even blinking, as on guard as a snake --- once he separates himself from you, he's as composed as ever. -"It's the right dosage for'ya."- He teases, fully unfettered while you were there, woozy, wiping the side of your cheek of stray droplets and saliva, coming to the conclusion you were still held in the vice grip of his arms. He really had you use his mouth as a cup to drink from. Your tongue's numb and burning, but it was more than worth it. Barnes takes another swig, pinning you down with his gaze cast your way across the brown glass of Jack Daniels he was lifting and you understood what that meant. It was the equivalent of another shot being poured for you.

The coffee's cooling on the ammo crate, forgotten.

You figure it'll be long since cooled by the time you were done.

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Don't Touch Her - James Wilson x peds!reader

description: y/n will challenge whatever threat there is to her children, at any consequence to herself. James will always be there to pick up the pieces.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sexual assault, child sexual assault, mentions of rape, yelling, angst

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House’s pov

I stared at the test in front of me.

Everybody lies.

I held the DNA test in my hand, and I could feel it burn through my skin as I limped my way down to the office of my ‘sister-in-law’.

Knock knock.

“Is that Mrs Wilson in there? I can hear you caring.” I shouted through the wood in hopes of gaining access. The door was flung open. I was met by sunshine itself.

“Mrs Wilson? I thought that was you?” She jabbed. “What can I do for you, House?”

Her face was the picture of innocence, and the smile never left her face despite the witty comment. I worried about her reaction. Usually, I relished in the extent of human outbursts, wondering how far I could push them so long as the consequences never fell on me. But this didn’t feel right. This wasn’t going to be fun. I only prayed I could get to Wilson fast enough before these consequences ricocheted back on to her.

She widened her eyes in a silent question of why I was here. Her eyes flitted down to the piece of paper in my hand.

“Well come on, what medical supervillain are you going to brag about curing to me now?”

“Actually, this isn’t my patient. It’s yours.”

She scoffed at my ambiguity and proceeded to take the paper from my hands.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She giggled at the joke she assumed I was trying to make. But my face revealed the truth. When she received no further taunt or clever wordplay her smile dropped. Without much further thought she practically tore the paper trying to unfold it. Her eyes danced across the words on the page and each word took a little bit more life from her face each time.

In a flash she had exited her doorframe and had unceremoniously crashed into my shoulder. I couldn’t even bring myself to mock her for ‘injuring a cripple’ because as I watched her frame run further down the hospital hallway I had more important things on my mind. Primarily, protecting her from herself. And there was only one person I needed for that.

I limped down a few more doors and finally barged into the one office I needed. Wilson turned away from the new photo he was hanging on his wall. It was him and y/n at the beach.

“Please, come in. Have a seat. Thank you for knocking.” He mocked but I remained unmoved. “You’re not taunting back?” His brows furrowed at the abnormality. “Why are you here?”

I looked to my feet, suddenly afraid of my friend’s reaction.

“Your girlfriend is about to do something incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.”

Wilson carefully removed the nail and placed the picture neatly back on his desk. His eyes never met mine until he said.

“Where is she?”

Your pov

Flames burned my soul, and my heart was filled with anguish. I flew down the hallway. People jumped out of the way when they saw my sunny disposition replaced by hard stone. Normally, I didn’t like feeling like an imposition in the hospital. I would run towards a patients room when they’re seizing whilst simultaneously apologising to anyone who moved out of the way for me. Yet here I was, a torpedo through a sea of colleagues.

I made it. Room 309. The doors creaked at the weight of my push. A mother and father sit at their daughters bedside. 10 years old, in for a heart attack. The two parents turned towards me as their daughter remained peaceful and sedated. I was thankful, as the words that were about to spew out of my mouth were not for young ears. I held up the paper and presented it in front of them like a detective who just cracked the case.

“Three days ago, your daughter was brought in for a heart attack. Because of her extremely young age I decided to keep her in for observation so I could come up with a diagnosis for a myocardial infarction in a 10-year-old girl. I was coming up blank and eventually I was going to have to release her back into your care, but I was terrified. Terrified that if I let you go, I’d be dooming your daughter to a disease I missed. That was until today when I found out that your daughters heart attack was brought on by a short but severe onslaught of emotional distress.” At this point the two parents had closed in on me, eager to hear my findings. At this the mother became confused and sought answers amongst her tears. The father remained quiet.

“Emotional distress-I don’t—I don’t understand? Nothing happened before. We would---I would’ve known?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it just wouldn’t come out as my eyes fell on the little girls sleeping form. My eyes drew in and I decided to merely hand the mother the results which I had been given moments ago. She took them from me with shaky hands. I turned to face the man to the side of me.

“The police are on their way.” A loud shriek exploded from Mrs Hart as the words on the page resonated in her already fragile mind. I stared him down. “I don’t suggest running.”

I made my way to exit the room, preparing to actually call the police but also because, as selfish as it was, I couldn’t be subjected to that level of despair any longer. The screams of a mother learning about her child’s pain were enough. However, I was harshly ripped away from the door.

“What the fuck do you mean by that.” Mr Hart had my arm in an iron grip.

“I think you know. And now, so does your wife.” I tried to pry myself free, but he was too strong, and I was thrown up against the wall.

“What are you insinuating!”

“She had vaginal tearing, and her 10-year-old uterus was filled with semen. Semen that was just confirmed as having your DNA from a test which your wife is now holding the results of. Along with a comprehensive list of the injuries you subjected your daughter’s body to.”

I gained new strength and shoved the significantly taller male away from my body.

“My professional opinion is that when you crept into your daughters room that night and started subjecting her to your own examinations, the extreme emotional distress caused her body to shut down and brought on a heart attack. At least we now have the cure, no more playtime with daddy.”

“YOU BITCH!”

He lunged for my throat but not before I fled the room. I should have ran; found James or House or anyone. That would have been the smart thing to do. But I just couldn’t. This man disgusted me, and he needed to feel it. I needed to say it. The police would deal with him later, but I needed to get a few shots in first. I turned back to face him.

“That little girl in there, she depends on you because she has no one else. She trusts you to take care of her and you treat her like that. Every day I take in children, and I work to save them and I work to protect them. Every day I do my job as best as I can only for there to be people like you who take the innocence of a child and control it for their own perverted needs.”

Now he was fuming, and he stalked towards me. A lion to its prey. My resolve began to crumble, my bravery slowly lacking. He towered over my body, and I suddenly felt the fear that his little girl felt every night when daddy came in to her room. His face was confident, but his body held an anger.

“You’re lying.” His face was now inches away from mine. His hot breath washed over my face, and I began to shrink into my body.

“I have the proof. I have medical proof.” I whispered, my eyes struggling to hold his firm gaze

“Papers can go missing. It happens.” As he spoke his tainted fingers found a new resting point in my hair as they slowly began to stroke through my locks. I shuddered at the action that I ordinarily found so much comfort in. I remembered the nights where I would lie on James’ chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. The memory couldn’t save me from the situation I currently found myself in. As I went to speak I could feel the words crawling back in my throat. ‘Don’t antagonise. Play along. Wait for someone. He’s stronger. He’s bigger.’ But these inner thoughts were overshadowed and my mind replayed the first moment that little girl walked into my care.

“Enjoy your last moments of freedom.”

“I’m not going to prison.” He smirked at this, concocting a plan of escape. I had to say it.

“Really? I hear it’s so much fun for kiddy touchers.” In my peripheral I saw his hands fly up to grip my neck. I gasped. But before I could even feel his icy touch around my throat, he was ripped away from me and his back hit the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t ever touch her.” James stood over his body. Just looking at him I felt my racing heart slow. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat, only his shirt and tie with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He panted from the long run from his office. Once he composed himself his professional nature returned.

“Officers, please escort Mr Hart off the premises. I believe Dr Y/l/n and Dr House have the medical proof of the sexual assault of a minor along with the DNA evidence to prove Mr Harts involvement.” The two police officers, who had obviously been called, but not by me, held Mr Hart by his arms as they hoisted him up off the floor. They secured the handcuffs around his wrist whilst reading him his Miranda Rights. “Whilst you’re there you can also add the physical assault of Dr y/l/n to his list of accusations.”

As he spoke, James approached me. At this point, I realised I hadn’t moved since the confrontation. James noticed my thousand-yard stare and approached me like how one would handle a skittish horse. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of my lab coat and he saw the beginnings of a bruise where his hands had gripped me.

I uttered a less than believable, “I’m fine.” Despite the lump in my throat.

His arms eventually wrapped around me, and I sunk into his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss onto my hair. I allowed myself to sink into him more. My head rested on his heart and the gentle thud offered me a consistent beat to focus on.

“How did you know?” My once strong voice came out as a whimper. He only needed to utter the word.

“House.” I felt a warmth spread through my heart at that. He knew. Somehow, he’d known. And James had known. And he knew how to take care of me.

“I don’t need you to defend me.” I spoke, uncertainly, into his chest.

“I know.” James softly said as he stroked my hair and brushed his thumb against the exposed skin of my waist.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He punctuated his sentence with the lightest kiss to my lips. As he retreated, I leaned in to seek him out again and he answered with another, deeper kiss.

We stayed there for a while. Neither of us speaking but our breaths saying everything for us. In that moment, despite what my words said, I had needed him and now, more than ever, I needed him to save me from myself. From the spiralling thoughts that flooded my head ready to push me down further and further. Eventually we separated but our intertwined hands meant I could still make sure he was there, and he wasn’t going to leave. He led me down the corridor, in the direction of his office rather than mine.

“What did you tell the police, when you called them? I was so blinded; I couldn’t even think about following procedure.”

“I didn’t call them. House did. Seconds after he got the results.”

We made it to his office where I remained for the rest of the day. James explained what happened to Cuddy and she allowed me the rest of the day off. James offered to drive me home but, honestly, there was nowhere I wanted to be, nowhere I felt safer than in his arms. So, he sighed and pushed out his chair in a silent allowance. I curled up on his lap as he sat and filled out forms. His left hand wrote as his right gently ran up and down my thighs. We didn’t need to speak; we were just there.

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Entertaining the idea of a fic of Barnes from your yandere writings of him getting carried away with his handgun/pistol or knife (whatever your fancy) and holding it to his lover’s throat, or ambushing them away from his men and threatening them

a way to sort of say he’s in control while simultaneously saying he could kill them, but won’t because in some sick way he’s obsessed with them and loves them, and they should be grateful because in an instant he could take their life

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Call To Reality.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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You loved him.

And that? Well, that came with certain responsibilities on his behalf.

Now, Barnes didn't delude himself on any notion fickle enough to be considered childish or fanciful the same way he wasn't going to bullshit anyone that the grass was greener somewhere else or even where he stood or that it was raining when someone was pissing on someone else's head; just wasn't in his habit to dabble in weaving around fantastical crapsack ideas about himself or the world at large. If anything, cold, hard truths and realism were his trade and hell, he'd be damned if he didn't feel honor-bound in a sense to serve the dish of factualness and candor to you straight, like something perhaps not entirely pleasant to eat, but rather as something necessary to savor and swallow so you'd understand just what type of man you were choosing to love. He plays with the safety of his M1911 contemplating the concept. It's not that Barnes didn't believe you gave an actual shit about him. Oh, you did. You very much did. Which is why all of this was needed in the first place; a musing that guides him as he corners you against the trunk of a tall Cay Co at the edge of safety perimeters, away from the flank of the platoon; something in your eyes going from the sudden sparkle that was about to register this as a quick lover's tryst in the jungle to subdued shock once the barrel of the Colt finds itself pressed next to your neck.

-"Robert! What are you ---"-

You try to vocalize your bafflement as his body traps you in place, nearly slamming you into position; an action of speech commenced too late by a pair of moving lips once he covers the full extent of your mouth and cuts off your words with the palm of his hand, effectively gagging you. Shut up. Shut up and listen. This would be over before anyone even noticed either you or him were gone.

-"Y'sayin' you love me then?"-

Barnes asks, holding you silenced, pinned, handgun touching the skin of your throat. Your eyes are still. Wide. Confused, which is a given, seeing as how he's just sprung this upon you like a quiz. No warning. A surprise so sudden he could just about feel your pulse vibrating like an accelerated heartbeat through your neck peppered with heavy breathing connected to the cold metal of his pistol with an invisible wire.

-"Y'love me? Hmm?"-

He repeats his question, allowing himself a dosage of cockiness.

Tilting his head sideways.

He swears he spits something pleading bleeding into your gaze.

Something small.

Something that wordlessly said 'yes' in spite of how caught off guard you were.

You already had this chat. He merely listened to you saying how much you liked him.

Now, it was his turn to give you an audible response.

-"You lovin' death then? You a deathlover?"-

He inquires further, seething, teeth gritted to the degree anyone else's gums might've bled, watching your irises almost shake with stress once his voice vertebrates through you like an electrical current, from his chest to yours. -"The gun at your gullet?"- He adds, your oxygen flow hot against the palm of his hand, leaving a moist trace on his skin, pressing the gun even closer to the proximity of your skin, certain to leave behind a bruise; something to remember this conversation by. -"You lovin' the killin'? The killer?"- He cross-examines, voice growing gruff, rough; someone had to shake you up and call you back to reality and there wasn't nobody more competent to do it on God's green earth than he --- nobody was as duty bound to do it the way he was anyway 'cos you couldn've gone and fallen for some hot young thing that didn't even grow a half decent beard yet and instead you gone and stepped your pretty feet into an existence of shit. You needed a talking to. The realization of it in your stare told him how necessary this was. You were scared of him in this very moment and good on you. You should've been. Day one. The rabbit's scared of the rabbit trap and here you are loving the man who goes around setting them goin' against nature's law. -''Cos who you're seein' is exactly who I am."- He reassures feeling the tone of his own voice come forth like a hoarse, harsh, brusque spit. He squeezes the handle of his gun until his knuckles grow white. There was a slug in the chamber. Just one. He carved your name into it. Suppose other men carried their sweethearts in their wallets or in a locket, but here he was, threatening you with a bullet with your own name on it. That, or he'd feed it to some unsuspecting gook jackass he runs into in the jungle. Would've been like killing for you either ways. -"So have yourself a good long look."- He shakes his grip on you a little, but still enough to where your whole body was rattled, moaning into his mouth at the contact, the gun's barrel nestling into the bottom part of your jawline's bone. His face is so close to yours his nose's tip practically presses into the side of your cheek and he breathes hard against you, like a bull about to impale with its horn.

You feel like you're burning up in a fever to the touch.

-"I could waste you in the time it took you to say my name."-

Barnes promises, because that's what it was, a promise. No mere empty threat or a flex of muscles. He was no prince charming, he was no hoytie-toytie college boy, he wasn't a waterwalker and he sure wasn't a crusader either; he was a killer. He felt you ought to have been made privy to that in case it wasn't fucking obvious already. Your eyes turn liquid, like they could melt away into an onslaught of tears and need any second now. Gonna cry over the truth? Well, shit. Something twists in his gut like a dull knife and that pain was crucial. For you. For him. This way, you could never begrudge that you didn't know who he was when you got to liking him or worse yet, no third party could ever come along running their mouth that Barnes was no good for you because here Barnes was himself intercepting all opposition, letting you know in person, face to face, before anyone else could. His hand releases your mouth and his body steps back an inch allowing you to nearly fall limp against the tree and you would've too, if he wasn't there to grab your waist. His gun leaves the premises of your neck. If his Colt was a full blooded, living, breathing human, Barnes imagined he'd miss the contact. The embrace of flesh and metal.

-"Just be countin' your lucky stars you're loved back as much as you are."-

He holds up a finger, wagging it as you stare at him like you've just witnessed a nuclear bomb go off in real time, cradling your own throat, frozen as he leans his head down to plant a quick kiss on the parted middle of your hairline, tucking his handgun back into his safety belt and walking off leaving you there knowing you'd follow suit in his shadow and that the rest of the platoon would be none the wiser what just went down, his private thoughts contemplating how this had to be the most fucked up 'I love you too' ever demonstrated, professed or uttered by a man in existence.

After all, you loved him.

And that? Well, that came with certain responsibilities on his behalf.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 181 & 182

Welcome to Weeks 181 & 182

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Jungle Cruise- (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Give Me a Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Stray - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Enjoying - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Promises - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @nano--raptor

Santa Baby - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Christmas Compromises - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Rose Petals - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Daisy chain - (Steve x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Big girls don't cry - Part 1 - @holylulusworld

Tutor - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Unsavory - (Pete x Reader) - @labella420

Heat Inducing - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

Obedience - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Built Differently - Pound the alarm - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Collared part 29 - @spnexploration

Collared part 30 - @spnexploration

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 1 - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Switched Sides - Part 1 - @deliciousangelfestival

Your Mark On Me - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Back in my Arms - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Juxtaposition (Part 2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Spoiled - (Andy x Reader x Ari) - @stargazingfangirl18

Swell with pride - (Lloyd x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Fallen Together - (Bucky x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Snow bunny (1) - @holylulusworld

Dark Concepts - (Andy x Reader) - @hansensgirl

Bind - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

His Inheritance - Part 31 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Secret reunion - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

she's a good girl - (Andy x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

The Rest of the Year - (Bucky x Reader) - @pellucid-constellations

black shirts and soggy cereal - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

Oh, Little Cottontail - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Blood magic - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Burn - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Shelter - (Robert P x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Drip - (Stucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Slip Inside - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

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[amasterpieceofmadness]

MASTERLIST marvel

Welcome to my main masterlist!

* means contains smut for 18+ only!

masterlist by characters

Bucky Barnes

comfort comforting Bucky after a nightmare museum you and your bf visit a museum of ww2 there for you him comforting you hooked on a feeling you and Bucky dance in the living room at night Valentines Day * How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day period sex * you're on your period and Bucky helps you ease the pain

Tony Stark

the new suit working on a new suit together leads to unexpected confessions ropes* Tony and you trying out something new I'm in charge * this time it's your turn to tie him up Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day needy * basically morning sex with Tony

Clint Barton

showers * your bodyguard joining in on a shower Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Steve Rogers

Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Loki Laufeyson

Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Thor Odinson

Valentines Day * How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

imagines and drabbles

How the Marvel men (and women) treat you on Valentines Day

Bucky* fluff and implied smut

Tony * fluff and implied smut

Steve just fluff

Loki just fluff

Thor* little bit of fluff, implied smut

Clint fluff

Quill fluff

The Marvel Women fluff

[vikwrites]

⛧ VIK'S MARVEL MASTERLIST

Smut ψ | Fluff ♡ | Angst 🥀

⎊ Money, Money, Money. \ ♡ ψ ➵ Starting off as simple, transactional love during the height of Tony’s alcoholism, devolves into something real. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader

⎊ Playboy \ ψ ➵ Tony Stark invites you into his Rolls Royce. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ⎊ Body Electric \ ♡ 🥀 ➵ You and Tony work through your insecurities, together. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader

⎊ Bliss and Honey \ ♡ ψ ➵ You and Tony share a moment of intimacy in each other's arms. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ⎊ Copacabana \ 🥀 ➵ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader ⎊ His Sweet Girl\ ψ ➵ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader

[supercap2319]

Y/N stood between Tony and Bucky as the latter was scaling the metal rails towards an escape hatch on the very top of the HYDRA Siberian Facility. Y/N watched as Tony activated his jet boots. Hovering a few feet off the ground as he prepared to give chase to Bucky.

"It wasn't his fault, Tony. It was HYDRA. They had control of his mind." Y/N protested.

"Move!" Tony answered back.

He took off, flying past Y/N, but the younger male grabbed him by the ankle and smashed his left boot jet with his strength. Tony staggered before he landed as F.R.I.D.A.Y. told him his fly systems had been compromised.

Tony raised a repulsor at him. "Stay out of this, Y/N. Final warning."

"I won't let you hurt him, Tony." Y/N said, then charged.