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[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

once again, we've reached a new year, and while I can't guarantee a new me who might actually release new fanfiction with some semblance of regularity, I can promise that I will keep writing and posting as often as my life allows. I want to thank all of you who read, like, respond and especially reblog my work, and I hope that you enjoy anything on this list you may of missed, and keep enjoying the new work I keep on posting. happy new year everyone!

full content warnings and content can be found on each individual post, and each fic is labelled for length. follow me on bartonstark to find all my fic in one place, or check out my ao3. smut/sexual content: *** personal favourites: ///

BRUCE BANNER:

interlude (ficlet) *** you steal a heated moment with bruce in the lab.

BUCKY BARNES:

keep quiet (ficlet) *** /// against his better judgement, bucky lets you seduce him in a public place.

warm embrace (ficlet) bucky takes pity on you in the cold.

CLINT BARTON:

appreciation (oneshot) *** /// you borrow clint's shirt and he shows you just how much he approves.

make your move (oneshot) /// you discover clint's real feelings for you and dare him to do something about it.

stay still (ficlet) clint comes to your aid after you're injured on the battlefield.

whatever you need (ficlet) *** /// after a mission gone wrong, clint gives you everything you need.

MARC SPECTOR:

bubble bath (ficlet) sometimes, self care includes bubbles.

starving (ficlet) *** marc has alternate plans for dinner.

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

smile (ficlet) you distract natasha in the middle of a meeting.

PETER QUILL:

chilly (ficlet) /// you're not quite used to just how cold it is in space.

rom-com moment (ficlet) *** even a storm can't convince quill to keep his hands -or his feelings- to himself.

STEVEN GRANT:

raindrops keep falling (ficlet) a busted umbrella leads to a meet cute.

TONY STARK:

downpour (ficlet) *** tony has his way with you against a window as you watch the rain.

favor (ficlet) you convince tony to finally get some rest.

ink (ficlet) you surprise tony when he finally comes home to you.

missed you (ficlet) tony wakes you up in the middle of the night.

most people (oneshot) /// tony can't believe you're the kind of person who doesn't like hugs.

pride (ficlet) *** tony takes a lot of pride in what he does to you.

voice of reason (ficlet) in a reversal of roles, tony's the one to convince you to go to bed.

waking up with you (ficlet) *** tony has only one thing on his mind in the mornings.

THREESOMES/POLYAMORY:

ladies first (clint barton x natasha romanoff x reader) *** /// natasha has strict rules when it comes to play.

plaything (tony stark x marc spector x reader) *** /// you invite an old boyfriend to help teach your new one a lesson.

SERIES:

just to be nearby (peter quill x reader) *** /// months after the battle of earth, peter is still wallowing in his loss of gamora. he begins to find comfort in you.

just to be nearby

closer still

to ashes chapters (full series, this year's chapters in bold) *** /// after the snap, you volunteer to track down clint and bring him home. instead, you join him on his mission for blood and find yourself growing closer to him... prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - more coming soon

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[the-darklings]

Discord gang👀👀??? Is this a John Wick Discord? Can I maybe get an invite🥺👉👈

Hi!

So the chat is part COA (chatrooms for the story specifically), part JW (both santino & john have their own chats), and part other stuff (OC, music, art, positivity, hector, thirst etc). 

We also have a voice channel and hold a virtual concert every night where we all queue songs together and vibe. 

We had Hozier concert, Billie Eilish concert, Santino's Virtual Funeral where we played a bunch of Italian songs, and classics such as “Another One Bites The Dust” and my personal favourite “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” 

If any of that sounds like fun to you.

You can join here. 

[iwillbeinmynest]

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If I remember right, this one means...Clint?

Lol! Message recieved!

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Bruises

Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Word Count: 452 Rating/Warnings: M

It wasn’t that Steve couldn’t bruise - he could.  He was human after all.  Enhanced, sure, but still human.  He could still get broken bones and concussions, and he still bled even if that bleeding was subdermal.

It just took the right amount of force, and god did Bucky like trying to apply that right amount of force.

He healed, of course - faster than most, but not so fast that it would be called a healing factor.  Steve still had to go to work with Bucky’s artwork plastered on his skin.  It filled Bucky with a special sense of pride to see Steve standing up at a press conference with a visible bruise on his neck.

Maybe it was juvenile, but Bucky thought he’d earned the ability to not act his age.  Not just because of all the years HYDRA had stolen from him, but because he and Steve had been too scared to do this as teenagers.  Bucky figured they were allowed to make up for lost time.

Besides, it felt good. Not just for him but for Steve too. After so much pain, he cherished the pleasure.

Making out with Steve lit up all his senses.  The press of flesh against flesh.  The taste of salt on his skin.  The delicious moans and whispered words of love.  It was too much and not enough all at once.  Bucky’s body, so used to pain and torment, was never quite able to get used to the good.  He twitched and his muscles rippled in the wake of Steve’s hand as he was tortured with pleasure, and he loved every second of it.

But amongst all that, he loved making a map on Steve’s skin of everywhere he’d been.  The physical proof that they could now do this.  This forbidden act that they had wanted so badly but held back from.  This act had been stolen from them by societal pressure and HYDRA.  Here they were, two men whose love transcended time, and they could have it all.

There was more though.  Because, yes, he liked that it marked Steve as his.  That other people would see it and know Steve Rogers was not for them.  He had someone at home.

And he loved that this was special, just for them.  Yes, Steve could be marked, but it took effort and strength, both things that Bucky had plenty of to give.  Very few would be able to mark Steve Rogers like that.  But Bucky could.  And more importantly - he was able to.  Steve trusted him, and that meant more than almost anything else.

Except one thing.

Steve loved him, and Bucky loved him in return.  For Bucky, that was the best thing of all.

[clintbartoncomics]

What is your banner image from? Clint offering Spider-Man a hug.

hi! it’s from avengers millennium part 2, it’s one of my all time favorite comics!

[thorsthot]

I don't know how sleepover saturday works so I'm just gonna give you one of my headcanons? Thor has one of those dicks that you have to get used to, thicc af, you've got to do some breathing exercises. He has to hold still a bit, your hand on his stomach holding him back, thighs bracketing his hips and he has to remind you to "breathe, love, just breathe". He hurts in the best way.

yeah cuz dat man gotta whole lotta dicc

sometimes he just stills inside of you, and lets you do the work since he doesn’t want to hurt you. or maybe he’ll hold onto your hips and slowly and gently rock you on his dick. he’ll even rub on your stomach to try and soothe your nerves

sleepover ♡

[sweetboybucky]

can i be added to your tag list please?

Sure thing, love 💗

[kashimos-hajime]

Can I be added to the MCU tag list for all characters? Thanks!

yep!! added

[toydreamer]

Your baby sketches are just sooooo cute omg😍😍😍

Thank you sweetheart!!  (´,,•ω•,,)♡ So glad you enjoy the cutie patooties!! The babs return the lovesss! 

Also many thanks to ya all that dig this AU. ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

chilly

peter quill x f!reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

There were so many things about being on a spaceship that you hadn’t expected, but the one that you found yourself lingering on was the silence. Not while everyone was awake – no, then the ship was filled with the noise of the crew and the music that never ended. But once they were asleep? You thought you’d hear the engines murmur under the metal floors, but no. Just silence.

“What’re you doing up?”

You started at the sound of Quill’s tired voice behind you, and you turned away from the windows to see him standing in the doorway, rubbing at one eye with the heel of his hand. He’d been on the over-night shift, monitoring the ship’s trajectory through space. Days of stubble marred his jawline, his shirt wrinkled.

“Hey,” you replied. “Who’s steering this thing?”

He smiled, jerking his head back the way he’d come. “Rocket just took over. But you do know the ship has auto-pilot, right?”

You smiled softly, tugging your coat further around yourself. “Still getting used to it.”

“So?” he asked, stepping further into the room. “Why’re you up?”

You shrugged a shoulder, turning back to face the forever expanse of darkness and stars outside. “You know, in like, every movie I’ve ever seen about space, they talk about it being cold. You think that would have prepared me for just how… goddamn freezing it is on this thing.”

Peter chuckled quietly. “You get used to it.”

There was a pause, a moment of that silence that hung between the two of you. Then, you heard his footsteps approach you slowly. You jumped slightly as you felt his hand touch your shoulder, his palm smoothing down over your arm.

“I, uh…” he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Wh—?”

He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, his hands tracking down your arms to join them where they were wound around your middle. You raised them in surprise, stumbling slightly as he tugged you gently back against his chest. Your hands settled on top of his arms, his skin wonderfully, surprisingly warm beneath your frigid fingers.

“…Oh.”

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about being cold…” he muttered, his hands moving to enclose yours between them. You sighed, watching his fingers curl around yours. Quill cleared his throat again after a moment, as if only now realising the intimacy of the situation. “Better?”

You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. “…I want to make a comment about you being so warm, but I just know you’re going to turn into a ‘hot’ joke.”

“It’s like you know me.”

You giggled quietly, resting your head back on his shoulder. “It really is amazing out here.”

Peter hesitated as your tone turned pensive, and you felt his hands squeeze yours, so gently you weren’t sure you hadn’t imagined it. “You’re not thinkin’ about leavin’ us already, are you?”

You paused a moment before answering. “Sometimes… I think that I should think that I should, y’know?”

“…You lost me.”

You smiled softly, relaxing further into his embrace. “No. I’m not going anywhere, Quill.”

You felt his chin rest on your hair. “Good. We’re kinda getting used to having you around.”

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[trasshess]

YOU SPEAK SPANISH!!!!

BARELY

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Like Attracts Like

Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson Word Count: 473 Rating/Warnings: Teen

Everyone likes to throw around the phrase that opposites attract.  That’s never been an idiom that Sam Wilson could get behind.  When Sam had met people who had felt the complete opposite of him, he found them pretty loathsome.  They were weak and immoral, and if they did stand for anything at all, it was for the worst of what humanity had to offer. 

No.  Sam didn’t like that particular idiom.  He preferred the opposite one.  Like attracting like.

Nothing quite attracted Sam as someone who could reflect back all the things that were most important to him.  Sam fought tooth and claw for what he thought was right, and he knew his person would be just the same.

It was no surprise that he was smitten with Steve Rogers as soon as he laid eyes on him.  Steve Rogers was a mirror of Sam.  Same morals.  Same drive.  When one had a thought, there was a high chance the other had it at the same time.  Steve was kind, snarky, serious when he needed to be, and good.  He was so good.  They aligned perfectly.  His attraction was inevitable.  The fact Steve was so damn good-looking didn’t hurt either.

Like attracts like, and Sam Wilson was attracted to Steve Rogers.  Like the pull of a magnet, drawing him in so he could bask in the flow of electrons between them.  It was electric, and it turned out that it wasn’t just their morals that made them compatible.

Sex with Steve Rogers was next level.  They were puzzle pieces that fit together in ways that Sam had never fathomed before.  And while Steve had taken a little while to figure himself out, he was a quick learner and a pleasure.  It hadn’t taken them long to fall into synch and figure out a rhythm that left them breathless and sated every time.

Were things perfect?  Of course not.  When you were dating Captain America, dates could be few and far between thanks to the nature of his work, his taste in music was a little outdated, and worst of all, he cast a large shadow, and Sam didn’t love being caught in it.

But the thing about being eclipsed by the sun is that it only happened when it was shining directly at you.  Steve’s bright light was always turned directly on to Sam.   Sam knew his worth, and Steve knew it too.  Maybe it wasn’t enough, but it was the most important thing.

Like attracts like, and Steve Rogers was like Sam Wilson in all the most important ways.  Sam didn’t just like him, though.  He loved him.  He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Steve Rogers by his side.  In sync.  As they always had been.

And the best part of like attracting like?  Steve wanted that too.

[shurisneakers]

Harmless has made me smile like nothing has in a LONG time. Thank you so much for sharing it with us 🤣🤣

thank YOU for reading and for this message! it makes me so happy to know that it had you smilling! 

Read Harmless (ii) here!

[toydreamer]

Hands down, wonder mom Ana to save the day! She da most experienced one (second to torby) afterall. ;)  Dad Jackie tries his very best but his poor nose was made hyper sensitive after SEP. XD  And nah, baby gabe jus wants to poop to his contentment so he can sleep in peace. /cackles 

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

rom-com moment

peter quill x f!reader prompt: rain theme: smut/fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“You really know how to romance a girl, Quill.”

He snickered against your skin, his breath tickling against the side of your throat, a heated contrast to the icy water soaking your clothes and your hair. His hands clutched hungrily at your sides, trapping you against the wall behind you. He was equally soaked, rain dripping into his eyes as he pulled back to meet your gaze with a familiar cocksure smile.

“I thought this was every girl’s fantasy,” he said, his hands coming up to unzip your jacket. You shivered as the rain and his freezing hands tainted your dress, your own fingers curling in the lapels of his coat. You pulled him closer; his body heat the only combat for the rain. “A big ol’ declaration of love in the rain.”

“This isn’t a declaration, Peter,” you pointed out snidely, fumbling with his belt despite your tone. His fingers curled in your dress, dragging it up over your thighs. The fabric clung to your skin. “This is you trying to get your dick wet.”

He laughed, grasping your thighs and lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands taking hold of his shoulders.

“And if this is supposed to be your way of telling me you love me for the first time, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Gotcha,” he replied, his amusement giving way to the heady growl of desire as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He groaned as you pressed the head of his erection into your cunt. “I’ll save it for later.”

Peter thrust into you in one hard stroke, and you moaned, swallowing down rain before pulling him into a kiss. Even as the meaning of his words dawned on you, your thoughts devolved into the simple, hungry notes of pleasure, and you broke away from his mouth to bring his face back down to your throat.

Quill’s teeth dug into the sensitive skin over your pulse point and your head fell back against the wall. Rain hit your face, water running down your cheeks and you blinked against it as your eyes rolled back.

He fucked you in rough, hurried thrusts, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass possessively. A shiver wracked through you, and you could feel his body trembling with the cold of the rain despite the heat of his body against yours.

When you came, the sound of your moan was drowned out by thunder, and you could have sworn you heard Peter whisper three words against your skin.

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[sweetboybucky]

Paint

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: Back from the dead to post something that is quite literally the sappy essence of this blog and also completely pointless. But hey - the world’s going to shit. Have some fluff. 

Summary: Steve picks up an old hobby.

A/N: Hey guys. It’s been a long time. 

I’ve missed you. More than I could ever say. You all have been the most wonderful, kind, caring people in the world, and I can’t thank you enough for your sweet words since I’ve taken a little break. I still won’t make any promises about the future, because everything is always so uncertain, but it feels good to be back right now. I’m getting some help now, and trying to give myself what I need. And right now, this feels like what I need. 

I hope you all enjoy this one a little, and I hope even more that you know how much I appreciate every single one of you. (Also I’m a bit rusty, so I hope you all can forgive me if this is a bit choppy or different. And to my American followers and friends - go fuckin vote.)

***

Soft light cuts into fragments through sheer curtains. Scatters over flannel blankets and worn upholstery. Dusts across paint-stained, weary hands, smoothing a thousand little sunrises into pale skin. 

Ocean blue eyes track the way it moves. How it shifts and changes around him, swathing the house that has long since turned into his home in the most beautiful palette. 

Steve idly hears music playing - a myriad of songs he doesn’t recognize, all gentle and sweet - but his focus rests on the canvas before him. Fingers gripping brushes, slick with oil paint. Ghosting across fabric, soaking the vision of New York in hues of crimson and ochre. 

Warmth swells in his veins when he hears rustling beside him, and turns from where he sits on his stool just in time to see dark hair splay over one of the decorative throw pillows on the couch. And Bucky lets out a little sigh, curls up tighter under his warmest blanket as midday light pours over his face, peaceful in sleep, as beautiful as Steve has always remembered. 

Steve feels his face soften as he looks at him, something too tender for words curling under his skin. Lets himself look for one, two, three moments longer, still smiling as he turns back to his work. Breathes in the familiarity, because so many things are different. But this - the feel of the brushes between his fingers, the quiet sound of Bucky’s deep, steady inhales - this is just like he knew all those years ago. 

He has missed this. 

There is a long moment where he lets himself get lost in it. In the recognizable colors of that sunset, spread across coarse material. But still, he hears your footsteps coming long before he can see you, feel you. Only leans back, smiling turning into your hand where it settles on his cheek when you step up behind him. Arms curled around broad shoulders, lips pressed into his hair. 

“Hey.” Steve feels the quiet intone of your voice just under his ear. So careful, so sweet. 

This - you - are the difference between then and now. 

“Hey,” he answers back, because he’s never been happier to have something different. Feels like he could nearly burst with all of the light you put under his skin with your touch, your fingers settling over his heart. 

“Your painting looks beautiful.” 

A grin pulls at the corners of his mouth, and he’s helpless to resist a smile for you. “Thank you,” he says, low, mindful of Bucky, still so beautiful in sleep in beside him. “How are the plants?” 

“Good.” The tip of your nose makes a path down his cheek, your mouth finally settling at the curve of his jaw. “Buck is lucky he’s cute, though. He’s the plant mother. He should be watering them, not me.” 

“Well,” Steve begins, brushes and paint momentarily forgotten in favor of pulling you over to his side, hooking his arms around your hips, “better you than me. They’d all be dead now if I had to look after the little jungle he’s got.” 

“Sure would be.” Bucky’s voice cuts through. And you both turn to watch as he sits up, rubbing furiously at his eyes, blanket still clutched between metal fingers and pressed sweet to his cheek. “Because succulents don’t grow in the jungle, Steven.” 

“Look who’s awake,” Steve teases. Eyes crinkle with a smile as Bucky gets up and flops onto the floor by his feet, resting his weight against Steve’s legs, head on his knee. Your fingers reach down and comb through dark hair, and Bucky peeks his eyes up at you, mouth set in a careful smile. 

He looks happier than he’s looked in weeks, as fall began growing closer to winter, cold settling in and the world becoming sharper. And Steve desperately wishes for a fresh canvas this moment - he wants to immortalize the gorgeous picture of you two again and again. 

You tilt your head, rest your cheek on Steve’s hair. “Have a good nap, Buck?” 

He nods, eyelids fluttering. “Thanks, baby,” he starts, voice muffled where he’s pressing his mouth to Steve’s leg, “for watering the plants.” 

“Sure,” you tell him, leaning down in Steve’s arms to kiss Bucky’s head, lingering there for a long moment. “You were obviously very busy being Steve’s model.” 

A laugh bubbles from Steve’s throat, his fingers settling at Bucky’s neck and squeezing, just a little. Smearing a bit of muted paint just below his ear. “I wasn’t even painting him.”

Then Bucky’s sending him a glare, eyes shimmering like Steve hasn’t seen in a long time. “How dare you, Steven.”

Steve can feel your laughter where his fingers rest over your ribs. He smooths his hand along your side, squeezes Bucky’s neck again. He reaches around the two of you and picks up a brush, sets his mind on the canvas. “Thought you deserved a break from being my model. I’ve been painting you since I picked up a brush, sweetheart.” 

“God. Ain’t that the truth. You were not subtle, pal,” Bucky teases. 

“It’s just because you’re so pretty, Buck,” you say. Steel gray eyes flick to you again, and cool metal fingers reach out to grab your hand. Pull it close until Bucky’s smile is pressing into your palm. And Steve knows he’s never loved anyone more than the two of you. 

He sweeps the brush against the fabric once, twice, “I’ve got plenty of pretty things to paint with the two of you around.” 

“And yet you’re painting the New York skyline.”

“Well,” he smiles, peeking back at you, letting himself settle into the way your arms curve around his shoulders and your mouth settles at his ear, “the New York skyline doesn’t squirm around and complain about being hungry while I’m trying to paint it.”

“Hey.” Bucky’s head snaps up, and his fingers pinch at Steve’s waist. He laughs and pushes him away, nudges Bucky with the foot he’s still almost sitting on. 

Your laughter is loud and bright, filling Steve’s chest with warmth and light and something impossibly tender. “You two are ridiculous,” you tell them, pressing yourself closer to Steve, sweeping your fingers through Bucky’s hair. Chuckling again when he presses into the touch. 

“We’re yours, honey,” Steve tells you. 

“Always,” you whisper to him, kissing his hair and his jaw and his shoulder, tugging on Bucky’s hand until you can kiss at his knuckles, too. 

Steve sweeps a final few strokes across the canvas, watching the colors fill the space. He can feel you and Bucky all around him, and Steve lets the peace settle in his bones - his past, present and every future both pressed close and sweet, breathing in the light of the afternoon.

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