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''I'm proud of you kiddo'' Dad! Tony stark x !kid Reader

Request?: No Summery: You have always have been trying to impress your dad, even though he always been proud of you, you want to work hard. So when you finally had your diploma in your hand, he was the proudest dad in the world. Genre: Fluff, No Angst, just fluff!

A/N: Hi guys, first fic, Hope you guys like it, Cause I'm totally into the father figure Tony stark.

The end of the school year was getting closer by the day, You’ve been studying like crazy for your finals determining if you would graduate from high school or not. It’s been some crazy years, since the avengers began saving the world, more threats were popping up everywhere and in All honesty, you have the most experience in it. Some people say you're lucky, some people just want you dead.

Those are some things you deal with when you are born in the stark family.

Being the kid of the Iron man, Tony stark, has some Ups but also downs. First off, he’s always so busy, saving the world and tinkering for new gadgets for his own Iron man suit, he spends hours down in the lab that you have to bring his food and water down, before Pepper would find out and she would scold him for being so irresponsible for his health.

Every time you do bring some food, He thanks you by ruffling your hair and Telling you something about the new gadget he’s making. You smile in yourself at the memory, when he actually allowed you to make your own suit with him, customised to your liking. 

‘’Only use it when you have no choice and when you are in actual danger.’’ He told you, as you nodded, understanding why after the whole event of Ultron Taking over the Iron man suits.

Even if he’s not the most perfect dad, he is your’s and you love him with all your heart. That’s why you have been a hard worker your entire life. They had expectations for you, most of the criticism was from the media, but you honestly didn’t care about all that, all you cared about, was the opinion of your dad, who has always been there since you’ve been born into the family.

And when the finals were starting, You were more than ready to go head on into these tests, Your Diploma so close into your reach it wasn’t funny. Tony did worry a bit, when he saw the patterns of hard work he created and inherited from his side. You were locking yourself in your room, studying 24/7 about the subjects you had to take, Like you, he eventually brought you food, just like how you would do it to him.

‘’You Okay Kiddo?’’ He asked you, as he tried to sound as smug as he could, but you were you dad’s kid, you knew better. You looked over at him as you could see him slightly worried. “Yeah dad, Just studying for finals, I’m almost done for the day, Thank you for the food.’’ You smiled at him, as he just ruffled your hair. 

“Alright Kid, After studying wanna help me with an upgrade on your suit? I think I have some few ideas and you left your sketches around my lab, I just took a look and liked some ideas so I wanna put it on your suit.’’ He chuckled, seeing you get excited by it.

‘’Okay! Coming!’’ You smiled, cleaning the place up as you guys worked for the rest of the day on your suit.

And now,

Now you were in the crowd, waiting for your name to be called, To get that Diploma in your hand.

‘’Y/n Stark’’ The principal called out

You smiled widely, as you walked up to the stage, everyone clapping as you waved to the audience. Some press were taking Photo’s of you, as you shook the teachers hand. You looked over at the crowd, as one person stood out of the crowd.

Your smile went wider as you saw your dad in the crowd, and laughed slightly as you could see some small tears in his eyes. You signed your diploma, grabbed it gently out of the principals hand and walked off towards your family, as you hugged your dad tight.

He kissed your forehead and smiled at you. “I’m proud of you kiddo’’

And at that moment, You know you will always have your dad, It was You two against the world.

Saving Grace - b. barnes

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight sweating, mention of a weapon/injury

word count; 1k+

summary; when you find yourself at the mercy of the infamous winter soldier, the only target that’s ever managed to outrun him, you still feel sorry for him. he’s an individual who has no free will of your own, you on the other hand, have free will. that’s what leads to you doing something you didn’t expect you would do.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Chaos.

That's the only word you could describe everything you saw around you. Ruin, blazes, destruction. All of this because you were the latest mission of a long list of names for the male stood in front of you.

Your team stood scattered around, as he drew closer to you. An emotionless stare burning into you as you stood your ground not ready to give up just yet. The faint static in your earpiece was jumbled with a response from someone but you didn't care to listen.

Your body grew tired as you contemplated accepting your fate. You heard the stories for as long as you could remember. A male soldier who was the best at crossing off names. HYDRA's top weapon. The legendary Winter Soldier. You, like many, believed him to be a myth. A story made up to scare young kids into following the right path because they didn't want to end up the same way he did. Only he turned out not to be a myth, he was very much real.

"Hey, (y/n), come on! Get out of there!".

The sudden loudness made you jump slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you forgot how long you had it. The creaking of leather coming closer drew you out of your daze.

This was the day you were going to die. Sure, you had those thoughts many a time before but the people who tried to kill you in the past? This guy made them look like amateurs. At best, a child would do a better job than them.

Your eyes finally locked with the soldier's as you continued to stand your ground. Hands dropping to your sides as your weapon thudded on the concrete. You were tired. Tired of running. Tired of trying to convince yourself that this was all some crazy nightmare and you'd wake up soon.

"Fine, you win. I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm tired of running from you!".

Not once did the assassin react to your words. His gaze remained fixed on the target that had spent so long running from him. Once your name was crossed off, HYRDA would be pleased. You should have been one of the easiest for him to kill but somehow, you were the hardest one. Managing to escape his attempts to thwart you time again until he cornered you in some little city not too far from where he was told you resided. It would be over in a matter of seconds but those last few seconds to you would be the most painful you had ever felt in all of your existence.

Letting out a shaky breath you closed your eyes, enjoying the blackness before it became one of the last things your mind had seen. The assassin's kills were anything but painless, being able to rid the plant of your existence in seconds. You had your typical regrets of someone in your position. Of the life you never lived, of the life you'll never get to live. Maybe if you hadn't spent the past few months on the run, you would have lived your life to the fullest ready to accept this day. Now that it was here, you didn't want to leave.

"Just get it over with, Winter Soldier! I'm sure HYDRA will celebrate in some sick and twisted way when~".

Something caused you to look over the metal shoulder as your eyes tried to fixate on something happening. You couldn't quite make it out but yet, down in your gut, you didn't have the greatest feeling about it. Squinting you saw the faint glimmer of what your team called the best weapon in your grasp. From talking to the people who had managed to survive a shot from it, you found them to be in pain many months after. Some of the pain strong enough to make them want someone or something to finish the job off.

Piecing things together in your head, your eyes widened in horror as your legs began to move. A loud shot being fired was all you heard as you rushed forward, managing to push the assassin out of the way. The hot metal of the bullet fired piercing your shoulder as you landed with a grunt, your breathing rate increasing as you gripped the wound, hissing out at the contact. You don't know what made you move but something told you to save the soldier.

Judging by the look in his eyes, your reaction had taken him by just as much surprise as you.

Looking down, a small smile tugged at the corner of the sitting figure’s lips as they leaned over, placing a soft kiss upon the other's forehead. It had been a few years since that incident and they couldn't thank you enough for taking the first steps towards their freedom.

Sure, Bucky still had the arm given to him by HYDRA but he was planning on replacing it as soon as possible. The final piece of his horrible past as a ruthless killer. He didn't know why you had done what you had done but he was thankful. You may have been the only person to escape him for so long but maybe it was for that reason alone you had.

Cliché or not, you were his saving grace and he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. Even if it killed him in the process.

Unsure - b. barnes

a/n; welcome to my first piece of writing! this is from ‘aphrodisia’ which is found on both Wattpad & ao3. hope you enjoy!

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 352

prompt based; “Can I kiss you?“

"Can I kiss you?”.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, you tilted your head at the male in front of you as the words processed in your head. Had you heard right? Surely you hadn’t. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. Humming out slightly, you held your hand out in front of you for him to take before stepping forward.

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Daddy? - b. barnes

a/n; just a little headcanon on how I feel Bucky would react to his s/o being pregnant- worried and scared mainly.

pairing; TFATWS Bucky x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 563

headcanon; Finding out girlfriend/fiancée/wife is pregnant.

links; Marvel Matserlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Blinking in confusion, it took him a minute to process what was said and that’s when it had hit him. Did he hear what you had said correctly? You were pregnant?

Feels like his heart stopped for a moment. Part of him feels like this is the last thing he wanted to happen right now. The other half practically screaming for joy.

The internal conflict he felt soon showed on his face. Was he ready to be a dad? He certainly didn't feel ready. Not in the slightest.

He'd only just gotten back to being classed as a normal citizen, not only by his therapist but the government as well. He didn’t want to mess that up so soon with emotions that threatened to overflow.

How could someone who was known to be a cold-blooded killer, despite his now successful attempt to fit back into society be deemed fit enough to look after a tiny life?

He certainly didn't think he would be fit enough as his eyes glanced at the objects you held in your outstretched hands.

A scan picture in one hand, showing the tiny life slowly growing in you. In the other a tiny little bodysuit with the words "Sergeant In Training coming soon!"

The look on your face was one of pure joy as you looked at him, your joy dropping as you chewed your lip in anticipation for his actual reaction. You both knew it was bound to happen sooner or later - he couldn’t keep his hand off you half the time.

How it hadn’t happened earlier was beyond you. Yet here you were, proof in your hands as your figure began to swell slightly. "James? Are you okay?".

He'd been zoned out for so long he that didn't realise you had moved forward until he looked down, seeing your eyes look up at him as you continued to hold the items in your hands.

Wrapping his arms around you, he embraced you, holding you close to him as he smiled softly. His grip on you never fading as he rubbed patterns on the small of your back, afraid to let you go now you're carrying something precious to not only him but you. "Yes doll, I'm okay~".

Leans down and peppers kisses all over your face, enjoying the sound of your small laughs as you hug closer to him. “~Besides, I should be asking you if you're okay. After all, it might not be an easy pregnancy for you".

The reality is he's scared. Scared because he doesn't know if he's fit to look after something so small and delicate when they arrive.

Also, he’s scared for you. Carrying a super soldier's child was rumoured to be an extremely difficult time. All thanks to that serum once used. “James, I'm okay. As long as I take care, I'll handle whatever this little one throws at me".

He steps back from you after removing his arms, placing his flesh hand on your slightly swollen stomach. Your soft hum lulling him as your hands cover his.

He loves you. He adores you. He'll protect you and support you no matter how hard it is.

It's the least he can do, after all, you did that for him. You never backed down and you fought with such pride and love, he knows you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

60s Wanda - Marvel Masterlist ᱬ

Next on our journey through the pages, we come across a version of Wanda from 1960.

Everything was still in black and white for a while - wait, is that a bit of colour we see as the page turns?

‟ I am Glamour, and he’s Illusion ” | ‟ Vision, is this really happening? ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 unsure ~ b. barnes | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 daddy? ~ b. barnes | female reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 saving grace ~ b. barnes | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 lucky ~ l. laufeyson | female reader

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Lucky - l. laufeyson

a/n; i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs on my first piece posted yesterday! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you! here’s my next work from a work of mine called ‘Serpentine’ found on ao3 & wattpad.

pairing; married! loki x wife! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 644

prompt based; “I knew there was a reason I married you”.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

A gentle hum passed your lips as you lay your hands on the balcony staring out into the night, seemingly reflecting on the events of the last few years of your life.

What some would consider a whirlwind you considered perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be with the person you had chosen to be the other half of your soul until you close your eyes for the last time.

"Mammy! Help!".

The excited squeal of a child caused you to smile, looking over your shoulder to find a small figure, trying their best to run, coming towards you. The laugh that sounded from you was one of pure happiness as you turned and crouched, holding your arms wide open for the incoming attack.

"Let me guess my little one, there's a big scary monster hunting you down and you know it won't try anything while your mammy is here?".

Green eyes looked at you with admiration before looking back through the door they had come from. Anticipating the moment when the figure hunting them down would appear.

"Yes! He's very big and scary! A meanie!".

Placing your hand over your mouth, you stifled a laugh at the obvious loudness from the young boy. He was egging the person inside on and you knew he loved every moment of it.

"Big and scary am I?".

The small scream from your son at the sudden surprise made you smile affectionately at the person responsible for it as you stood, picking up the young boy in your arms, placing him on your hip with a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip off in a moment.

"Quick mammy! Run, you can't let him get us".

Winking, you began to run off towards the door and around your home. Your giggles mixed excited squeals filled the space around you all, the game of cat and mouse lasting for a good hour before your little one grew tired.

Placing a gentle kiss in the mop of black locks, you smiled softly and pulled the blanket up covering the small figure. Double-checking he had everything he needed, you tip-toed out but not before you looked over your shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, my little mischief maker".

After walking down the stairs and reaching the bottom, you stretched slightly being careful not to hurt yourself too much. The gentle hum of the television in the background lulled you a little as you stepped through the door and over to the couch where your husband sat.

"He went down quicker than I thought this time around, you must have done a number in him with your appearing act love".

Sitting yourself down, you brought your legs up and lay down, your head resting on the lap of the man beside you. Fingers ran through your hair gently, eyes looking at you in what could be described as awe.

"Loki?".

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked down, a rare but genuine smile on his face. The one side of the God of Mischief you got to see for yourself.

"You know, (y/n), you're strong and beautiful, who would have thought you would have managed to calm me?".

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him as you guided his hand down to your tummy, resting yours on top as his thumb ran over your slightly swollen figure.

"Hmmm... maybe it's because you can be quite persuasive when you want to be. That aside, it's because I love you~".

Looking up as you moved your head slightly, you reached your other hand up and cupped his face. Enjoying the quiet moment alone with your husband.

"~You're worth more to me than you'll ever know. I knew there was a reason I married you. Which I wouldn't change for anyone in all of the realms".

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

i read your dog tags fic and i have always thought the whole dog tags thing is hot but you think you could do one w natasha? an au where she was a soldier or wte and just a different plot or something idc i just think it’d be so hot for natasha

i don't really know about soldier type stuff so i did it as though she got the dog tags from working at shield - hope that's okay anyway :)

original dog tags fic with carol danvers is here

quiet

natasha romanoff x reader

warnings - smut; daddy kink, thigh riding, necklace as a gag, top!natasha, kinda sex in a public place, i think that's it

word count - 1149

The mission today had been emotionally exhausting for you considering your history with Hydra, having to go back to the base you’d been imprisoned in until just a few years ago. It had gone well though, nobody was injured, you just felt a little down.

You sighed as you slumped into the seat beside Natasha, instantly seeking comfort by resting your head on her shoulder, she kissed your head as you nuzzled into her neck readying for the long flight back.

“You okay, princess?” She murmured against you, feeling the shrug you gave her in response, trailing her fingers over your back down to your hip. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You hummed against her neck pressing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear, “Please daddy, make me feel good.” You mumbled beside her ear with a pout, she choked back a groan at the back of her throat at the words, digging her fingers into your hip to pull you up with her.

Neither of you paid any mind to the others, not caring of any funny looks you may have been receiving as she pulled you towards a secluded area of the quinjet out of sight; she pushed your back against a wall peppering kisses over your face, melding her lips with yours eagerly.

She held you by your waist as she kissed along your jaw, grazing her teeth over your skin as you held her close to your body, desperately clinging to her as though she could float away. Your needy hands wandered, fiddling with the zip of her tactical suit and tugging it down letting your hands brush over the soft skin of her chest, the glistening silver metal of her dog tags she’s worn since she joined Shield dangling against her, resting in the valley of her breasts.

She held the back of your head when you kissed across the skin, sucking at the flesh of her breasts that spilled out of the top of her bra, letting you revel in the taste of her skin - wanting anything to help you feel better. She yanked you back by your hair with a hiss at an overly eager bite to her skin, a dark mark no doubt being left behind.

You pouted to her innocently with your lips swollen red, mischievous smirk tugging at your mouth when she looked at you with a glare, eyes darkened and lustful. She pulled the zip of your suit, yanking the material down your body exposing your bra clad torso, closing the space between you with her lips attacking your neck. She slipped her hand beneath your bra, roughly pinching your nipple between her thumb and finger with a twist only tugging on it more at the sound of a whimper falling from your lips.

“So pretty baby, falling apart under my touch like this already. You’re desperate, hm?” She rasped, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Mhm, just wanna feel good. Make me forget, daddy - please.” You pleaded, goosebumps raising over your skin when she scratched her nails down your body pushing your suit further past your hips.

“Focus on me, princess. By the end of the night you’ll know nothing but my name.”

Your hips bucked up into hers involuntarily at the way she growled out her words before crashing her lips to yours, frenzied and eager kisses as she danced her fingers beneath the hem of your underwear, teasingly stroking over your clit.

“I need you, Natty, please.” You whined out in frustration, feeling her smirk against your chest as she slid her fingers through your wet slit, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. You gasped out at the contact, her digits immediately curling inside you, brushing against your g-spot and the heel of her palm perfectly positioned over your clit.

You put all of your focus into trying to be quiet, trying to be consumed only by the way Natasha pumped her fingers into you with a sublime rhythm and her lips kissed over your neck but the added pang of arousal from the grunt she let out beside your ear made it impossible to swallow the moan at the back of your throat. She’d positioned herself over your thigh, grinding on your leg in a way that had her suit rubbing against her clit magnificently.

She stilled all movement to look at you with green eyes glazed over with arousal, “Quiet, baby - can’t have the others hearing all your pretty sounds.” She murmured, bringing the pendant of her dog tags to your lips. “Open.” She instructed, shoving the metal past your lips watching as you latched your lips around it with a suck. “Good girl, baby, stay quiet for daddy.”

The metal was cold against your tongue, clicking under your teeth as you bit into it to quell the feeble whimpers begging to tumble past your lips. Your nails dug into her shoulder blades as her fingers pulled you closer and closer to your climax and your face grew hot at the way you could hear her fingers pushing into you; she could feel how wet you were, how close you were, slowing her movements agonisingly.

“Hold it, baby, wanna cum with you.” She breathed, her hips moving rapidly in stuttered pushes along your thigh, her breath growing heavier by the minute.

When she could feel her orgasm fast approaching she quickened her pushes into you, your hips bucked forward to match her rhythm, chasing your release by grinding your aching clit against her palm. Natasha muffled her loud moan as she came with a harsh bite into the flesh of your shoulder, harsh enough to draw blood in tooth mark grooves, low whimpers at the back of her throat as she tried to catch her breath.

“That’s it, princess.” She cooed as she felt a gush of wetness over her fingers, your hips still moving lazily against her as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes; biting down hard onto the pendant in your mouth with a pull that dug the chain into the back of her neck. “So good, so good for me angel.” She praised, planting kisses over your warm cheeks, holding your limp body up as your chest rose and fell in a chase for oxygen.

She pulled the necklace from your mouth gently, a string of saliva following it and coating your swollen lips, brushing stray hairs out of your face. She held your waist as she pulled her fingers from you, pleased at how they glistened in the light, humming in delight as she sucked your cum from them, looking forward to tasting you properly later.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out meekly, returning the smile Natasha gave you easily.

“My pleasure, baby.” She smirked. “I was only getting started. I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head.”

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

navigation || marvel masterlist || hollywood masterlist

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

warning: small fluff in the beginning

summary: she said there’s not a universe she won’t be loving you in. liar.

a/n: hey besties! i’ve been suffering so much from motivation and inspiration lost especially now that school had started. so please bear with my slow posts :( also this is a horrible scrap

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Dark! Sugar mommy melina posing as r's mother

A/N: so this one is a little different from other stuff I’ve written. I’m really excited about it tho!! I think it requires a little bit of backstory: I have crippling social anxiety and selective mutism, and I’m also just not the best at functioning in general. People thought I was 18 from the time I was 15, and now I look 18/19 (I am 18), but due to my mutism and and functioning issues, in public or at the doctor’s people have always turned to my mother to speak and decide for me. Usually it’s helpful in my life, but the potential for dark!content can’t be ignored >:)

Send me your h-word thoughts!

CW: smut! DNI if under 18!; dark!fic; mommy!melina; hints of Stockholm syndrome; mute!reader; manipulation of Doctor; Melina posing as mother; strapwarming; irresponsible driving practices; heavy manipulation; dub-con?? Sorta; it’s really dark and weird ok

“So, mom tells me you’re very anxious and sometimes have outbursts,” the doctor addresses you. You give a small nod, legs bouncing. He’s not wrong, after all.

“It’s such a struggle at home—I have such a sweet kid usually, but sometimes…” Melina fakes a disheartened sigh. “I know we spoke some on the phone about some possible medications to help,” she says.

You glance up at her. She had told you you were going to the doctor, but not why. Is she going to try and drug you up? She gives you a smile and squeeze that look reassuring, but you know better.

You’ve been mostly complacent & compliant with your captor at first, hoping good behavior would be in your interest, but as things escalated, you’ve started to struggle. It looks like she’s going to put an end to that.

“Yes, we did. From what you described, I think I have some medications in mind, one for daily use and one that would be more for those uncontrollable moments,” he says to Melina. “How does that sound, huh?” he drops his head a little and makes his voice a little softer to speak to you, how one speaks to a child.

Melina squeezes your leg a little tighter when you hesitate, making you nod quickly. He smiles at you, oblivious to the true situation at hand.

“Now, they will both be controlled medications, so make sure to keep track of them and keep them locked up,” he says as he gets up to go get his prescription pad.

“Thanks so much again for letting me come to the appointment today, doctor, it really helps. I know you don’t usually let parents of legal adults come along,” she says sweetly. He smiles and leaves.

“You did very good, baby,” she says softly to you once the door is closed.

“But, Me—mommy—I don’t need any medicine,” you whisper, looking up at her. “I don’t want any.”

“You’re behaving so well, don’t ruin it now. So far you’ve earned yourself a reward when we get home,” she coos, hand running up from your knee to your clothed mound. You gasp a little and buck gently into her touch. “Don’t you want a reward?”

“Y-yes mommy,” you say.

“That’s what I thought,” she hums. At the door handle jiggling, her hand moves back to your knee. The doctor enters and hands Melina two pieces of paper for the pharmacy.

“Now the daily one might make you feel a little more sluggish or tired than usual, just let mom know if you’re getting dizzy or feeling nauseous,” he tells you. “And mom, for the PRN one, don’t use it more than three or four times a week, and make sure you stay close—dizziness is a normal side effect,” he explains. You give a small whimper.

“Aw, it’s okay baby, it’s gonna help you,” Melina says. “Thank you, we’ll be in touch with any questions or concerns,” she turns back to the doctor, who nods. “Can you tell the doctor thank-you, sweetie?” she prompts.

“Th-thank you,” you mumble.

“Of course,” he says. You and Melina leave, pausing at the attached pharmacy to get your new prescription. When you’re finally back in the car, you fold over and cry.

“Oh, it’s alright little one, mommy’s here, mommy will take care of you,” she says sweetly, rubbing your back. “Now get your bottoms off and come sit on mommy’s lap so you can get started with your reward,” she says. You undress and crawl over to the drivers seat while she unzips her pants, revealing that she’s been packing.

“Just like that, baby,” she says as she guides your hips to sit you down on her strap. “So good for me,” she says as you give a needy whimper despite yourself. She buckles the seatbelt around you both and puts the car into gear.

“Someone will see!” you say, panicked and trying to get off.

“Settle, dekta. Remember, I have tinted windows,” she says, an iron grip around your waist. “But make sure to not move too much, I can’t be distracted,” she warns.

“Yes mommy,” you say, gently rocking your hips like you know she likes.

“That’s it, dekta,” she purrs, one hand on the wheel and the other stroking the back of your head, face buried in her neck. “It’s only thirty minutes home.”

Hello! I'm pretty new to writing fics on here I've only got two so far a Luke Patterson x Reader and a Peter Parker x Reader (Link to my masterlist in my bio)

But I would love some requests if that isn't too much to ask love you all!!

P.S. At this point in time I won't be writing anything that isn't an x reader I'll update if I decide to change that. I am willing to write a lot of different things so feel free to req for any show, game, celebrity, ect.

P.P.S I write smut but only for characters/ people 18+ Thank you 😁

Fanfiction Concept ideas part 1

This is the first part of a list that consists of fan fiction ideas that I think should exit (more of) that you hopefully like and use:

More Red She-Hulk fanfics - Something that surprised me is just how few fan fictions there are of her despite her being a pretty famous hulk character, including ones based on her becoming Red She-Hulk in Agents of S.M.A.S.H since that was probably what many wanted let alone origins stories or something else in general.

More Giganta fanfics - Similarly it surprises me just how few there are with how she's among the most famous Wonder Woman villains.

Nico Robin as Luffy sister fanfics- with how famous this theory it's weird how there aren't any fanfics about it.

Slave Luffy/Luffy X Nami Fanfic - With how it's the most famous ship it's disappointing that there aren't any since the way I see it, it would give them more of a connection due to having been in similar situations that they went through. (normal Slave Luffy pics are also ok since )

Fisherman Luffy - an interesting concept that no one has surprisingly used and it would also make an interesting story.

Less p*rn She-Hulk fanfics - I miss it when people made actual she-hulk fanfics that weren't just... this.why is it so wrong to have a normal she-hulk fanfic? (This also applies with Red She-Hulk and Giganta) Sidenote: same kind of applies with Ultimate she-hulk which if you ask me was heavily underused in the comics and has no fanfics based on the ultimate version of the character

Juno and Mei fanfics - basically them bonding or first meeting since there are just so few of them.

Hulkette fanfics - yes I know that she's a pretty new and kind of uninteresting character that we don't know much about which is what makes it great to write her in a way that makes her interesting from giving her an origin to even expanding her character.

Macaria Hades (Game) Fanfics- Even before the second game was revealed that where about zagreus becoming a big brother though they often used Melinoe while Macaria was HEAVILY underused but considering the popular theory that she would be the main character of the third game if it is ever announced it would make pretty good fanfics (even IF a third game doesn't happens)

More Attack Of the 50ft Woman Fanfics - with how few there are it allows for many different kinds of stories that can be used from their own versions to something related to to either the 58 or 93 version and so on (Though giantess growth fanfics that doesn't involve anything lewd also counts)

Young Justice Beast Boy origins - Just a little disappointed how little there are that touches on that part of his life

I really hope you like these fanfic concepts and ideas that you like and even use depending on what you come up with and use

P.S ... I would also appreciate if I got a link to the stories you guys do that's based on any of these, thanks

you're also allowed to reblog it so this gets more attention so this doesn't become a generic post

Fanfiction Concept ideas part 1

This is the first part of a list that consists of fan fiction ideas that I think should exit (more of) that you hopefully like and use:

More Red She-Hulk fanfics - Something that surprised me is just how few fan fictions there are of her despite her being a pretty famous hulk character, including ones based on her becoming Red She-Hulk in Agents of S.M.A.S.H since that was probably what many wanted let alone origins stories or something else in general.

More Giganta fanfics - Similarly it surprises me just how few there are with how she's among the most famous Wonder Woman villains.

Nico Robin as Luffy sister fanfics- with how famous this theory it's weird how there aren't any fanfics about it.

Slave Luffy/Luffy X Nami Fanfic - With how it's the most famous ship it's disappointing that there aren't any since the way I see it, it would give them more of a connection due to having been in similar situations that they went through. (normal Slave Luffy pics are also ok since )

Fisherman Luffy - an interesting concept that no one has surprisingly used and it would also make an interesting story.

Less p*rn She-Hulk fanfics - I miss it when people made actual she-hulk fanfics that weren't just... this.why is it so wrong to have a normal she-hulk fanfic? (This also applies with Red She-Hulk and Giganta) Sidenote: same kind of applies with Ultimate she-hulk which if you ask me was heavily underused in the comics and has no fanfics based on the ultimate version of the character

Juno and Mei fanfics - basically them bonding or first meeting since there are just so few of them.

Hulkette fanfics - yes I know that she's a pretty new and kind of uninteresting character that we don't know much about which is what makes it great to write her in a way that makes her interesting from giving her an origin to even expanding her character.

Macaria Hades (Game) Fanfics- Even before the second game was revealed that where about zagreus becoming a big brother though they often used Melinoe while Macaria was HEAVILY underused but considering the popular theory that she would be the main character of the third game if it is ever announced it would make pretty good fanfics (even IF a third game doesn't happens)

More Attack Of the 50ft Woman Fanfics - with how few there are it allows for many different kinds of stories that can be used from their own versions to something related to to either the 58 or 93 version and so on (Though giantess growth fanfics that doesn't involve anything lewd also counts)

Young Justice Beast Boy origins - Just a little disappointed how little there are that touches on that part of his life

I really hope you like these fanfic concepts and ideas that you like and even use depending on what you come up with and use

P.S ... I would also appreciate if I got a link to the stories you guys do that's based on any of these, thanks

you're also allowed to reblog it so this gets more attention so this doesn't become a generic post

Fanfiction Concept ideas part 1

This is the first part of a list that consists of fan fiction ideas that I think should exit (more of) that you hopefully like and use:

More Red She-Hulk fanfics - Something that surprised me is just how few fan fictions there are of her despite her being a pretty famous hulk character, including ones based on her becoming Red She-Hulk in Agents of S.M.A.S.H since that was probably what many wanted let alone origins stories or something else in general.

More Giganta fanfics - Similarly it surprises me just how few there are with how she's among the most famous Wonder Woman villains.

Nico Robin as Luffy sister fanfics- with how famous this theory it's weird how there aren't any fanfics about it.

Slave Luffy/Luffy X Nami Fanfic - With how it's the most famous ship it's disappointing that there aren't any since the way I see it, it would give them more of a connection due to having been in similar situations that they went through. (normal Slave Luffy pics are also ok since )

Fisherman Luffy - an interesting concept that no one has surprisingly used and it would also make an interesting story.

Less p*rn She-Hulk fanfics - I miss it when people made actual she-hulk fanfics that weren't just... this.why is it so wrong to have a normal she-hulk fanfic? (This also applies with Red She-Hulk and Giganta) Sidenote: same kind of applies with Ultimate she-hulk which if you ask me was heavily underused in the comics and has no fanfics based on the ultimate version of the character

Juno and Mei fanfics - basically them bonding or first meeting since there are just so few of them.

Hulkette fanfics - yes I know that she's a pretty new and kind of uninteresting character that we don't know much about which is what makes it great to write her in a way that makes her interesting from giving her an origin to even expanding her character.

Macaria Hades (Game) Fanfics- Even before the second game was revealed that where about zagreus becoming a big brother though they often used Melinoe while Macaria was HEAVILY underused but considering the popular theory that she would be the main character of the third game if it is ever announced it would make pretty good fanfics (even IF a third game doesn't happens)

More Attack Of the 50ft Woman Fanfics - with how few there are it allows for many different kinds of stories that can be used from their own versions to something related to to either the 58 or 93 version and so on (Though giantess growth fanfics that doesn't involve anything lewd also counts)

Young Justice Beast Boy origins - Just a little disappointed how little there are that touches on that part of his life

I really hope you like these fanfic concepts and ideas that you like and even use depending on what you come up with and use

P.S ... I would also appreciate if I got a link to the stories you guys do that's based on any of these, thanks

you're also allowed to reblog it so this gets more attention so this doesn't become a generic post

Sooooo????? This is not a drill!!!!!!!!! My bsf asked me something like "What music are you listening to except that depressed girl ???" And the thing is she KNOWS that I listen to my babygirl Elizabeth Grant with my ears& soul more than anyone ever could do I was like "Oh...Nirvana's great (greatest of all time)" And she sent me a voicemail sayin "Why TF didn't u tell bout em earlier. I loveeee thiss" WITH "That's what makes u beautiful or how tf it's called".......................................

........................,............................................................................................................. I'm done y'all 🎀

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5

Chapter 6

Summary: Choosing to see a play with Steve and Bucky, the four of you go shopping for clothes to fit in with the times. You and Wanda simultaneously bother Pietro, causing him to grow irritated. The irritation transfers into the theater where you just happen to be lucky enough to sit beside Bucky and Pietro.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,120

Czech Translations:

Jdi do prdele- go to hell/piss off/fuck off

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Gimme Little Sign- Brenton Wood, Green Tambourine- The Lemon Pepper, I Heard it Through the Grapevine- Marvin Gaye, Full Moon, Empty Heart- Belly the Band

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You rummaged through the clothing racks, trying to find outfits so that you could stand out less with your modern-day clothes. You picked out a shirt and held it up while thinking of what to pair it with.

“What’s his name again?” Pietro spoke up from behind you.

“Hmm? Who?”

“Steve’s friend.”

“Do you mean Bucky?” Vision replied while putting on a sweater Wanda had suggested he try on.

“Yes Bucky.” He muttered before messing with a mannequin’s pose. “He’s a bit much, no?”

Wanda withheld a smirk and responded with, “You would know best about that, wouldn’t you Piet?”

Pietro then scoffed at the notion. Your focus drifted onto them and you noted the same mischievous look in Wanda’s eyes that Pietro usually gets before he purposefully gets on someone’s nerves. You shook your head and stopped a grin from spreading onto your face as you went back to sifting through the hangers. “And what do you mean by that dear sister?” Sarcasm dripping off of the so called words of endearment.

“He’s a spitting image of you with the way he acts.” She paused to look at a blue dress, ignoring the offended and shocked expression Pietro gave her.

“Do you take joy lying on my name?” He muttered with somewhat raised brows and squinted eyes. “He does not resemble me at all. He comes on too strong and lays it on—what is it you say?” He turned to face you and Vision.

“Lays it on too thick?” Vision piped up.

“Yes, that.”

“I don’t know Pietro, sometimes you do.” You added to further fuel the fire Wanda started, earning you a slight smirk from her.

“Miláček, you too?” He said in dramatic disbelief. The puppy dog eyes he gave you, did make you feel a faintly guilty if only for a moment.

You shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re not that discreet.” This makes him look to Vision for confirmation.

“Uh, well- I’m not really sure what might be too much. That can be subjective, so it would depend on the feelings of the people you hit on.” Vision clearly wanted to stay out of it, attempting to be neutral so that he can simply go back to shopping.

“Kapička, am I too much for you?” Piet returned to facing you, still in disbelief. “Do I lay it down too thickly?” The tone he said it in pulled at your heart strings, but you couldn’t help chuckling quietly at the way he worded the last question.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You continued to tease him with your “consolation.”

He crossed his arms with a small pout on his face. “‘Yes’ as an answer would’ve hurt less.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “You are being dramatic.”

He rolled his eyes in return and huffed. He continued to follow you and Wanda through the store, holding the piles of clothes you all sought out before you went to the changing rooms. You modeled for each other, seeing which pieces were the best before heading to the check out.

Once all of you were ready, you drove to the library to meet up with the Bucky and Steve. After they directed you on where the theater was, the six of you bought a ticket and went in. You didn’t think much of your seating placement; not paying much attention as you all filed into your row. It wasn’t until you sat down and saw that Pietro was on your left and Bucky on your right, that you wished you had pre-planned the seating. Not that you have issue with either of them, but knowing that Pietro wasn’t exactly fawn of Bucky meant that his patience with him was thin. You simply sat and hoped the two of them didn’t do or say much for the next two hours.

An hour into the play and you started to shudder due to the theatre’s air conditioning. “You’re not cold are you hun?” Bucky whispered after he saw you shiver. He put his hands on his coat, signaling he was ready to take it off if you needed it.

“Oh you don’t have to, but thank you for the offer.”

“No really it’s fine. I’d rather not have you sit here cold. I’m sure the change in temperature here must be hard to adjust to.” He smiled and gently rested his sweater on you. “There. All better. Is that sitting comfortable enough for you?”

You nodded and smiled bashfully. “It’s sitting just perfectly, thank you. You sure you won’t get cold?”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout me, sweetheart, I got my own ways of staying warm. Plus your presence would’ve been enough either way.”

“Well that’s awfully kind of you then-”

“No, go on talk louder, I can still hear the play.” Pietro butted in while leaning towards the two of you.

Your head whipped towards him. “You didn’t even want to watch the play.”

“That was before I took a seat and paid for it.” He grumbled before leaning back into his seat once more. He sat there, shoulders tense and arms crossed, glaring at the play in front of him. Bucky was taken a bit aback, but didn’t make a comment as he returned to viewing the play. The three of you were quiet for awhile until Pietro leaned into your side and looked at you through his peripheral. “Are you actually cold?” He murmured.

“Kinda.”

“Do you want my warmth?”

You debated the answer and then nodded; moving closer to him once his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You felt the heat from his arm instantly warm you up, thanks to his superhuman makeup. You couldn’t help snuggling further, seeking more while Pietro secured his hold on you with his other arm joining in.

“Do you want?” He whispered softly as he took out a pack of m&ms.

You shook your head yes and grabbed a few pieces. “When did you get these?” You whispered back.

“When the stall man wasn’t looking as we passed by.” He said in a pleased tone while he ate one.

“Pietro!” A swift, but light, smack was felt on his abdomen.

“What, like an m&m would ruin his business? And if it does, he’s bad at selling.”

“It’s not right to steal regardless.”

“What if I get your favorite snack next time?” A cheeky grin painted his face. You raised your brows and pursed your lips as they sorta extruded. “C’mon don’t give me that, drahý. How about snack and drink? I know you’d like that.” He smiled when he poked your side. You chuckled while squirming away and nudged his hand.

“Hey Pietro, mind keeping it down?” Bucky whispered, purposefully mimicking Pietro.

The smile instantly left his face once he replied bluntly. “I do.”

“Be nice.” You butted in.

“You heard them Bucky.” Pietro looked over at him, only to receive a snap on his wrist from his bracelet. “Miláček-” He pouted.

“I meant you.”

“I was! I was…neutral.”

“Sure you were.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure he was just being earnest.” Bucky smiled politely, though in Piet’s eyes it was a fake smile.

“I was.” He curtly responded before looking at the play once more and subtly nudging you closer to him. The two of them stayed quiet for the rest of the play, deciding not to fuss anymore as Wanda and Steve’s glares kept them in line. Before splitting ways however, you made sure to set up plans with Steve and Bucky to show you another spot in the city for another day.

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Wanda said as soon as you dropped Steve and Bucky off.

Pietro groaned. “He was the one talking during the play. How is it that I’m rude for telling him to fuck off, but him talking isn’t?”

“You do things like that all the time, and now you care when somebody else does it?!”

“I do care cause he can’t stop flirting when we’re supposed to be watching something!”

“You do that to others as well!”

“Well I was watching the show!”

“Oh really? Name three characters, quick!”

“Jdi do prdele!” Pietro spat out, followed by some more Sokovian words exchanged between the twins. You and Vision shared glances. You opted for bringing the windows down to let the wind muffle their arguing and in the meantime, Vision turned the radio up and switched through the stations until he found one he liked.

Vision inched closer to you from behind your seat to whisper, “you think we should get a different room for them tonight?”

“Definitely.”

“Maybe ice cream too. Might help them cool off. And I would also like to try it.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Oh yeah, I guess you’ve never tried it before right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well we can head to an ice cream parlor after they’re calmer.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After an hour of letting the two steam off in separate rooms, you and Vision eventually coax them into coming out for ice cream. The ice cream luckily ended up aiding in making them let loose once more. They even ended up both getting a scoop of strawberry and then a different flavor for their second scoop. You would think there would be a stark contrast between the way they added toppings to their ice creams, but they both went all out, which you couldn’t help but to find a bit funny.

“How do y’all like it?”

“Its delicious.” Pietro mumbled while stuffing his face.

Wanda agreed as she took another spoonful. “It’s sweet. I like that. Helps with this heat too.”

Pietro nodded along. “Sokovia never felt like hell.” He paused. “Well not when it came to high temperatures.”

“Y’all must be sweating your balls off then?”

They both shook their heads yes while they silently ate the rest of their dessert. The silence made you realize just how exhausted the heat had them as you watched the sweat beads drop from their foreheads.

“Do you feel the humid air?” You suddenly turned to Vision. You didn’t know much about him; being that he was born (at most) four weeks ago, and you only knew him for one week and some days.

“I can tell what the weather is but I don’t feel the pressures of it the way you may might. Except if it were extreme to the point of affecting my makeup.”

“Wow so you don’t even feel relieved from the ice cream?”

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Not really no, but it is interesting—texture wise.”

“You can’t taste it?!”

“I can’t taste any foods.”

“That does check out, but damn. I’m gonna have to ask Tony if he can like install a flavor palette for you or something.”

“I’m not sure it’s really necessary but I appreciate the thought.”

“You’ll be missing out on a whole world though! And it can help you with cooking.”

He gave you a quizzical look. “Cooking? But I don’t need to eat. In fact, it’s probably best I eat on occasion so I don’t ruin my mechanics.”

“True, but you can impress someone with your cooking skills.”

“Me being a robot wouldn’t make the cut?” His question ended up getting a snort out of you and the twins.

“Fair. It’s just another skill you can add to the list of things to impress someone with.”

“I’ll consider it.”

By the time you all finished, the sun was down and the crickets’ chirping followed you no matter which way you went. You were driving back to the motel with the windows down to combat the humidity. You had just stopped at a red light, humming along to a song playing on the radio when you were abruptly jolted as a result of a car crashing into you. Thankfully, Pietro was fast enough to ensure no one got injured. However, the thought was overshadowed by a shaking in the ground, and a thunderous noise that was soon followed by a bright flash. Each of you covered your eyes and then uncovered after awhile, wondering if you jumped timelines again. You looked around to see that it was still night, yet the car that crashed into you wasn’t there anymore. The radio sputtered, switching and glitching through stations until it steadied itself with the voice of a radio host coming through.

“And don’t forget to call in to enter our contest! One lucky caller could get a ticket to the Monterey Pop Festival this weekend. So make sure to mark your calendars for June 16th through the 18th cause ’67’s lineup will be a gas!”

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Following chapters:

Chapter 7

A/N: Praying y’all liked this chapter! Also just wanted to clarify that y’all jumped like 4 years further into the 60s, since you entered it in 1963☝️🤓 And I’m trying to have Pietro be more true to his character cause I’m pretty sure in the MCU he is supposed to be sorta short tempered. So please tell me if y’all think something he said wasn’t Pietro-esk. Though it is kinda hard to make it true to him cause he’s literally only in one movie😭 That being said, it’s also difficult with Vision cause I swear they have him say like 5 lines in the whole franchise🗿

On another note, I like to imagine that the twins go all out on their ice cream toppings because it momentarily makes up for a childhood they never fully got to have. Something about a strawberry scoop for both makes sense to me and idk why.

This is also how I imagine them to be while/after eating ice cream on that hot ass day.

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 5

Summary: After not finding the Avengers in the compound, you all head to a motel instead. You and Pietro find no luck in catching shut eye though, so you attempt to teach him to drive. The four of you then spend the next day searching for answers on your circumstances, causing you to bump into a familiar face and a friend to that familiar face, who happens to be very friendly.

Warnings: AU

Word Count: 1,809

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Song Suggestions: She’s not there- The Zombies, Runner- Tennis, Before We Begin- Broadcast

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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“We have the car.” Pietro stated as if it was obvious.

“If I damage her, Tony is going to kill me.”

“Tony can’t get to you right now.”

“Ok, but when we do get back, he’ll kill me. And I doubt he’ll excuse the fact that we just wanted to have fun.”

“Thats easy. We lie.”

At this point, it was past 12 a.m. The four of you had gone to a motel after heading to the compound, only to find it had ceased to exist. You weren’t exactly sure what that meant for the four of you. Had the team yet to be born? Presumably if it was the 60s, it checks out. Unfortunate for the lot of you however, as it meant you couldn’t get aid from the very people who knew how to handle supernatural phenomenons. And despite booking a motel room with two beds, you and Pietro seemed to be on the same page; struggling to sleep due to the ceaseless questions racking your brains.

That is where you found yourselves in the parking lot of the motel, attempting to make the hours pass. Pietro had just suggested to take the car out for a spin, being that he never had the need to drive nor learned how to. And you two argued for some time about it, though ultimately, Pietro was able to get through to you. You figured it may be best to have someone else who knows how to drive besides you and maybe Vision? You weren’t quite sure if he did, however you assumed he could given the whole robot thing. Either way, that left you here, teaching him how to drive, as you gripped onto the door handle for dear life.

“Alright you got that part down, now put some pressure onto the gas pedal again.” He put more than you anticipated, causing your grip to tighten. “Less! Less.” He adjusted his foot to the gas pedal.

“I thought I was doing okay.”

“Thought, not was. We can’t go too fast yet until you’ve got the basics down.”

“This will take forever.”

“It’s supposed to take some time to learn. Plus, this was your idea.” He slowed the car to a stop before looking over at you.

“I thought it would be quick and we could speed down the streets. Do a donut or whatever you call it.” You reached over to put the car in parking.

“Well you thought wrong.” He let out a puff of air while bubbling his lips. He gazed around, taking in the closed vintage shops before his eyes landed on you once more. His eyes then traveled down to your wrist before lightly plucking at your bracelet, allowing the bracelet to snap back at your skin. “Agh!” He snickered at your reaction. “You’re so-”

“Lovable? Fast? Endearing?”

“Pesky.” You retorted as you reached over to snap his bracelet in return.

A faux frown made its way onto his face. “That hurt!”

You laughed a bit while speaking. “To be fair, you could’ve moved on time instead of letting me do that.” He couldn’t harbor the grin he was trying to keep hidden anymore.

“It wouldn’t be fair.”

“I don’t think you’re one for fairness, Maximoff.” Your lips mirrored his.

“Only if I’m given reason. And you’re one of them.”

“You stole my fries earlier.”

He nodded sheepishly. “I wasn’t committed to the fairness back then.”

“And you are now?” You giggled softly.

“With my whole heart, mind, body, and soul.” He muttered dramatically while taking ahold of your hand, placing your palm over his chest, where his heart lied. He let his thumb glide over the back of your hand while you felt the fast beat of his heart. Quite unnaturally fast actually. Though that must be a given, due to his abilities. Some supernatural heartbeats passed by as you struggled to come up with a response. “You’re awfully quiet, kapička.” A prideful smirk transpired onto his lips. “Am I making you nervous?” His tone carried the usual teasing tone, but you did hear some genuine curiosity and concern laced into it. And with the way his eyes studied yours, it gave you further reason to believe so.

“Course not.” You retracted your hand. “Just didn’t expect you to grab my hand like that.”

He chuckled at that. “Do you not like that?”

You took a pause before responding. “I don’t mind it.” You said quietly into the night air while avoiding his look. If you turned back around, you were sure you’d see his shit eating grin once more. Surprisingly though, you weren’t met with a teasing response, just a “hm.” You looked at the time plastered onto the car’s clock. “We should head back, it’s getting late.”

“Can I drive us back then?”

“Definitely not.”

You two sneaked back into the motel room, careful not to wake Wanda and Vision up. You lied beside Wanda, ready to fall asleep, but not before thinking about your hand on him and how it made your heart race. You push the feeling and memories away, knowing there wasn’t much to it and let your dreams take over.

Once morning came around, the four of you headed out for breakfast while discussing how to get answers on how you ended up there and hopefully find a way out. “We’re in the 60’s that much we know.” You stated while offering some of your food to Pietro. He happily plopped a few pieces into his mouth while nodding and munching along.

“But are we in our 60’s or an alternate timeline?” Vision added.

Wanda turned to him after a moment of thinking. “Is there not some way we can test to see if it is?”

He paused before nodding. “You could be onto something. We can look for known events to figure out whether or not the timelines match up.”

“That’s a really good idea actually. Should we head to a library? We can even get some newspapers?” You chimed in.

You each collected books and newspapers for Vision to read, being that he was a fast reader and knew if the information aligned with your universe’s history. Two hours had gone by and you were in the history section, searching for any other history book that might’ve been missed. You ran your finger along the spine of the books as you read the labels and suddenly fell forward upon feeling someone bump into you. The person thankfully was quick on their feet and had made sure you didn’t hit your head on the shelves or floor whilst they repositioned you upright.

“Please pardon-” was all the stranger got out before you realized that the voice belonged to Steve. He looked like he usually does, but with a 60’s pompadour haircut that didn’t draw too much attention. “I really didn’t mean to bump into you, I’m so sorry. My friend just shoved me carelessly without looking.” He continued, looking back to give his friend a stern look. Your eyes followed his, seeing his friend was a brunette with a ducktail hairstyle. He happened to be built like Steve but in a slightly shorter stature. “Otherwise, we would’ve made sure not to put you at risk. Are you alright? You didn’t hit your head did you?”

You blinked a couple of times before nodding and laughing a bit nervously. “No yeah, I’m fine, just a little shaken up. You just look so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Your name starts with an S right?”

He smiled warmly as he shook his head. “Steve, yes.” He held his hand out for you to shake while speaking. “I’m not sure I remember your name, my apologies. Would you mind reminding me?”

You gave him your name and attempted to see if you could get more information out of him. “Yeah yeah, I’m not sure if I saw you around or maybe on something like a newspaper?” You tilted your head in an innocent manner.

It ended up working, given that he gave you a wide smile and raised his brows. “Oh that’s a possibility-” he started until his friend butted in with an arm slung around Steve’s shoulders.

“Though it’s likely you saw Steve on TV, that’s where most of the beauties recognize him from.” To which Steve smacked his friend’s torso with the back of his hand.

“Please don’t pay him any mind.”

“Or pay me all of it, hun.” His friend offered a toothy smile and extended his hand for you to shake. “The names James, but you can call me Bucky.”

You returned the smile with a friendly one of your own and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you Bucky. I imagine you make the headlines too?” You took a wild guess. You weren’t sure what was true and what wasn’t. Steve being alive right now, and not trapped in ice, confirmed you were in a different reality. Though he looks the same age as he did since the 40’s, meaning he must’ve taken the serum. And given how his friend is built, you assume he might’ve too.

“Not as much as Steve, but if you’re looking for me, I’m sure you’ll find me.” He winked. “Is that your guy?” He flicked his head to signal behind you. You turned to find Pietro walking up to you and stopping right beside you. You turned back around, a bit wide eyed while shaking your head and laughing bashfully.

“Oh no, no, he’s a friend of mine. Bucky, Steve, this is Pietro, Pietro this Bucky and Steve.” You introduced them to each other. Pietro greeted Steve first and then simply gave Bucky a thin lipped smile when he shook his hand. “I was wondering if you two can possibly show me and my friends around here? We’re new to the place, and I’m assuming you two are well acquainted with it. That is if it’s not too big of an ask and if you two aren’t busy, of course.”

Bucky was the first to reply, instantly at that. “It would be no issue at all, angel face.”

“Would you want to know about any places in particular? There’s a theater a few blocks down if you want to see a play.”

“You’re gonna bore them to death, Steve. If you want something more worth your buck, there’s a club not too far that I’m sure you and your friends will enjoy.”

“Both sound great! Let me just check in with my friends to see which they’ll prefer. Or if you want to come along as well and get the introductions over with, we can do that too.” You said sweetly, praying that they would agree to it.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Y’all please forgive me for not writing for like a month, school got in the way unfortunately 👎 Though I also think it’s getting tough for other fanfic writers cause I swear me and the other 6 fans Pietro has, haven’t been writing as much, or maybe that’s just me, but it just feels like there’s less fics of him than usual❓besides school though, I rewrote this chapter like three times, not sure where I wanted to go with it (that’s on me for deciding to make it an AU), but I think I figured it out now! And I’m glad I redid this more than once cause now I like how it turned out and I hope you guys do as well!

Ruined ✩ Bob Reynolds

Pairings: Dom!Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolts Teammate!Reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. no use of y/n. secret hookups, armory sex, unprotected p in v, praise kink, power play, slight sub!bob energy but make it neeeedddyyyyy and feral, desperate!bob, dominant!reader, interrupted sex, yelena being yelena, begging, orgasm denial (sort of), overstimulation, dirty talk.

Summary: The Thunderbolt's press tour is a fucking disaster—Valentina's controlling, the team’s a mess, and Bob Reynolds looks at you like he’s one second away from losing his mind. When you catch him pacing the armory alone, you take what you want. But when you tell him to stay quiet and be good... Bob doesn’t stay quiet. And he definitely doesn’t stay good.

Word count: ~4k

Author's note: need bob reynolds to absolutely destroy me. can't even think or breathe cause he's taking up space in my mind. living in my head rent free and i am not complaining. I'm loooovvvinnnggg these two so much, might make more shots with them cause what the hell???? the dynamic thooooo!!! love me some dom and sub bob <3333333 he's so babygirl i can't take it anymore.

masterlist.

"Quiet, Bob."

The words came out as a whisper, but the threat in them made Bob Reynolds shiver under your touch. His back hit the cold armory wall with a clang, head tilting back, mouth already parted on a moan. His shirt was god knows where—somewhere between the racks of rifles and dusty, outdated StarkTech. Your mouth was on his, tongue sliding deep, fingers fisting his curls like you needed an anchor. And Bob? He was already halfway gone.

It had been a long, brutal week.

Valentina had decided that the Thunderbolts—the shiny New Avengers—needed a rebranding for a more "palatable" public. And what better way than a grueling, nonstop, goddamn press tour?

You were paraded like collectibles. Forced smiles. Posed photos. Tactical suits are tailored to make you look sleek. Heroes for the modern age, like she'd said.

Like a fucking boy band.

You were all lined up and put on display like action figure dolls.

"Smile for the cameras," she'd coo, pacing in front of you like a general inspecting her soldiers. "We're selling salvation, not trauma. Wipe that frown off your face, Bucky."

Bucky didn’t even flinch. Just stared through her, arms crossed, his metal hand twitching like it wanted to be anywhere else. Or wrapped around her throat.

Valentina didn’t stop there.

“You,” she snapped at you during the third press op, finger jabbing the air like it might actually hit you. “Need to look grateful, sweetheart. Do you know what I’m paying to make you likable? Not that you aren’t—you’re a doll, really—but come on now, you have to stop glaring at the children like you want to throw them into traffic.”

It was all bullshit. She’d even made Bob do interviews. Bob, whose voice cracked anytime someone looked at him too long.

Yelena had muttered something in Russian that was definitely a curse and didn't even try to smile.

Alexei had laughed too loudly during a morning show segment that made the host flinch, and a lighting rig tripped over.

Ava vanished in the middle of a red carpet appearance—literally phased through the floor and didn’t return for hours.

Walker kept trying to one-up Bucky in interviews. "Sure, Barnes is a legend," he'd say, clapping his shoulder, "but some of us chose to be heroes."

Of course, you snorted a little bit too loud. Loud enough for the mic to catch it. Loud enough for Walker to glare at you and Bucky to smirk.

And Mel? Poor Mel had to endure Valentina's bickering, forcing all of you to pose for pictures while muttering apologies like there was no tomorrow.

You were the first one to be asked for solo shots in the new tactical gear.

"Just a few poses," Valentina said, flashing a big, bright PR smile. "You wear it so well. We want something sleek. Powerful. Sexy, but not, like, thirst trap sexy, you know?"

You didn't miss the way Bob watched. He didn't say a word; he barely moved. But his eyes? They devoured you. Dark, wide, hungry. Like he was seconds from losing it in front of everyone.

Later that day, you'd found him in the dark armory, pacing like a caged animal. Shoulder tense. Breathing shallow.

So you pushed him up against the wall. Fist in his hair. Mouth on his.

And now—

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled against your lips, teeth grazing. His hands were gripping your hips tightly, grinding against you, still half-covered by his pants but already leaking, already thick and throbbing for you. “The way you looked in that suit—I couldn’t fucking breathe.”

You rolled your hips against his, slow and punishing. “You could’ve said something.”

“I could’ve snapped.” He laughed, breathless, voice fraying. “I nearly did.”

He didn't even make it to the bench.

By the time you shoved him down, Bob was already panting, pupils blown, knees buckling. He hit the floor with a groan, legs spread, cock heavy and flushed. You were on him in seconds—knees framing his hips, hands pressing down on his chest, owning him.

You thanked God for wearing a dress.

He didn't even see your panties come off. Just blinked and they were gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. His pants already shoved down far enough, his cock already free.

He looked up at you like you were something holy. Divine. Dangerous. Like he'd beg to be burned if it meant you kept touching him like this.

Then you reached between you, lined him up, and sank down in one thrust. He filled you up completely.

Bob swore, loud and wrecked—“Fuckfuckfuck—” his head hit the floor, back arching, eyes wide and pleading.

“God, you feel so fucking good—tight—perfect—I can’t—”

You clapped your hand over his mouth.

“Quiet, Bob.”

He whimpered behind your palm. His hands were everywhere—your hips, your ass, your thighs—like he didn’t know what to hold onto first.

You started to move—fast and rough, giving neither of you time to adjust. You didn’t want slow. Didn’t want sweet. You wanted to feel it. The way he stretched you open, filled every inch, the way his cock hit deep, perfect with every thrust.

Bob moaned into your palm, loud and choked and shameless. His hips bucked up hard, matching your rhythm, chasing every thrust like he couldn’t help himself. His grip on your ass tightened, spreading you wider for him, pulling you down harder.

Your name spilled from his lips again and again, muffled and wrecked.

“You’re so—fuck,—you’re so perfect—need this for so fucking long. I can't even fucking think when you're on me like this—God, yesssss"

You leaned down, dragging your lips along his jaw.

“You like being under me like this?”

He nodded, feverish, muffled praise tumbling behind your hand.

“Mhm—yes—fuck, please—you don’t know what you do to me,” he breathed against your palm, words falling out between gasps. “Been thinking about this—every night—every time you walked past in that suit, I wanted to fall to my knees—wanted to ruin you or be ruined, didn’t even fucking care—just needed you.”

You grinned, filthy and pleased. “And now you’re ruined under me.”

He whined, hips snapping up with such force that it knocked a loud moan right out of you.

“You feel that?” you gasped, rolling your hips in a slow, dragging circle. “That’s how deep you are. You’re so deep, Bob. I can feel you so deep inside me. God—you feel so fucking good."

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moaned, eyes blown wide, hands gripping your thighs like a man drowning. “Such a good girl. God, you take me so fucking well—look at you—riding me like I belong to you—”

“You do,” you growled, dragging your nails down his chest. “You’re mine right now. You hear me?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, fuck—yours—always—please god don’t fucking stop—”

You clapped your hand over his mouth again, smirking down at him.

“Quiet, Bob. Don't you dare fucking come until I tell you to."

He whimpered behind your palm, body trembling, trying so hard to behave, to stay still, to not fall apart completely under your touch. But you kept moving—fast, hard, relentless. Your thighs burned. His cock throbbed deep inside you with every stroke.

And just when he was seconds away from breaking—

Hiss. The door slid open.

“Oh my fucking god.”

Yelena’s voice hit like a bullet.

You froze. Bob’s eyes flew open, pure panic, still fully inside you.

Yelena stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, hand flying to her face but only half-covering her view.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered. “The armory? Are you both deranged? This is where we keep weapons, not—whatever the hell this is.”

Bob let out a muffled moan under your hand, utterly betrayed by his body.

Yelena pointed without looking. “Oh my god, this can't be happening. You’re—on top of him. And he’s—Jesus Christ, Bob!”

“Yelena!” you snapped, glaring over your shoulder.

“Alright, alright!” She held up both hands, backing away. “I’ll leave you to your... deep reconnaissance.” She snorted. “Real in-depth work going on here.”

“Yelena! GET OUT!”

“Leaving! Leaving!” she laughed, ducking out as the door hissed shut again. “Just make sure no one ends up disarmed.”

Your heart was still pounding when the door slid shut again, sealing Yelena—and her mouth—on the other side. You didn’t move, still straddling Bob, still full of him, flushed and breathless.

“You okay?” you asked, teasing, one brow raised. “She didn’t scar you for life, did she?”

Bob’s chest was heaving beneath you. He blinked up at you. Something shifted in his eyes.

“No,” he said—low, steady. Then, with startling force, he sat up.

“Bob—?”

His hands gripped your waist, hard. The next second, you were on your back, sprawled across the cool floor, his body covering yours. He was still inside you. Still rock hard. Still throbbing.

“You tease me like that,” he growled, voice rough and frayed, “and expect me to behave?”

Your breath hitched.

“You told me to be quiet. Told me not to come.”

His mouth was at your throat now, kissing, biting, breathing heat against your skin.

“You think I’m gonna ask again?”

You clawed at his back, nails dragging over sweat-slick skin.

“Bob—”

“No,” he snapped, thrusting hard. You gasped, your back arching off the floor. “You don’t get to be in charge now.”

He fucked into you like a man possessed—deep, fast, relentless. All the praise from before was gone, replaced by low, hungry grunts and the sound of skin on skin.

“You wanted this,” he hissed against your ear. “Wanted me like this. Loud. Messy. Mine.”

You moaned, wrapping your legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, and he gave it to you—over and over again.

“You feel that?” he growled, pounding into you. “That’s not deep. This—this is deep.”

You couldn’t even form words. Just gasps. Moans. Scratches across his back.

And he loved it.

He didn’t stop until you were shaking, whimpering beneath him, your control shattered.

He leaned in, panting against your cheek, his voice a rough whisper.

“Now tell me who’s fucking ruined.”

bob reynolds x thunderbolt!reader (post thunderbolts, no spoilers!)

The first time you kiss Bob Reynolds, it’s over a box of pizza and a half-finished card game. He’s not expecting it. Neither are you, really.

It’s only a short kiss, but he’s blinking fast as you pull away, lips parted and a deep red blush crawling up his neck. You notice he leans forward a bit, following you as you pull back, probably without realising. It’s so cute, you have to stop yourself from kissing him again.

“Wh—why’d you do that?” He asks, dazed.

You shrug one shoulder. “I don’t know. I like you,” you say softly.

To be honest, something just took over you. You’ve finally got a moment alone with him, when usually you’re surrounded by your team of vigilantes who don’t seem to understand the concept of privacy. And he looked so lovely, sitting there laughing at your terrible joke, and pretending like he wasn’t totally letting you win the card game on purpose. He’s been so sweet to you since you met, and you’ve liked him for just as long.

Bob stutters, “You… like me?”

You nod earnestly. “Yeah, Bob. You couldn’t tell?”

Bob shakes his head vehemently, his mouth shut tight like he doesn’t know what to say, or can’t say what he wants to say. You smile at him, feeling fond all over, your limbs heavy with it.

“I thought I made it obvious,” you say.

You really tried. From the moment you realised you liked him you tried flirting, but he’d get so red in the face you’d feel bad and have to force yourself to dial it down for his sake. You’re pretty sure everybody but Bob himself knows how you feel about him, including Alexei, who’s usually about as oblivious as a teaspoon. In the end you settled on just being friends, but clearly, you couldn’t settle for long.

Bob just blinks at you. “I… I didn’t notice. I’m sorry.”

You have to laugh. You’ve got no idea why he’s apologising, but he tends to do that a lot. He’s working on it.

“S’nothing to be sorry for,” you tell him, shaking your head. “But I really do like you.”

Bob gazes at you, something unameable in the way he looks at you. It makes you nervous, stirs a soft buzzing in your chest like a honey bee.

He leans forward an inch like he can’t help it. You feel much the same. The closer he gets, the less you seem to be able to think straight.

When he finally speaks again, it’s with utmost sincerity.

“I like you, too,” he says. His hand moves to touch your forearm, warm and gentle, and you go very still. You think he might kiss you again. You want him to kiss you again.

“Yeah?” You find yourself moving towards him, his touch drawing you in, the two of you a pair of magnets unable to stay apart. His fingers drag up the length of your forearm and he nods.

“Yes.” His hand cups around your elbow, so gentle it aches. He swallows, then says, “Will you kiss me again?”

You don’t have to be asked twice.

Why’s is this soo fucking cute. I fucking love this

Hey can I request Loki x female reader? He’s dating a women but that woman is in it for selfish reasons. Reader is Lokis best friend whos bubbly and friendly and even welcomed his gf. Girlfriend is jealous and angry and demands Loki ends his friendship. The team hear them arguing all the time and reader comes home one night to a real nasty argument. Finds out they’re fighting about her friendship so she thinks Loki will end up putting her aside. So she leaves the compound for a while. Lokis furious and breaks it off with his gf and searches for the reader. Which leads to confessions for both of them.

Loki seems to be the favourite requests at the moment <3 Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoy it nonnie. I have two more requests warming my inbox, so keep them coming in time for the weekend xxx

Loki’s Masterlist

Confessions || Loki

Warnings: angst, fluff, Loki's pissy girlfriend WC: 3.3k (another fic where I got carried away)

You were practically skipping as you entered the communal floor first thing on a Monday morning, it was so quiet when everyone left for the weekend and there was one person in particular you missed most of all. You came to a sudden stop as you rounded the corner and found Loki leaning against the countertop, wearing only a grey pair of sweatpants that were low on his hips. His eyebrows pinched together as the smile on your face fell and he stood up straight to his full height at the sight.

“Everything alright, love?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” You stammered, planting a fresh smile on your face at his concern, “I just forgot I have archery this morning.”

He didn’t look convinced but then again it was almost pointless trying to lie to the god of lies himself. He was missing the lack of your usual bubbly nature in an instant and placed his mug of black coffee back on the bench. You could barely keep eye contact with him but you usually had no problem seeing him shirtless, in fact he regularly walked around in just his boxers, unabashedly.

“You’re not going to introduce us?” You asked quietly as you drew his attention to the woman he had under his arm.

His lips parted with a silent ‘oh’, as if he had forgotten her presence completely. “This is Charlotte. Charlotte, meet my dearest friend, y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled despite the glare she was giving you. “Are you joining us for breakfast? I’m making Kiki’s favourite.”

“Kiki?” She cocked her eyebrow in distaste. “I can’t stay, have important places to be. See you tonight baby.”

You had tried other variations of his name but they didn’t seem to fit him until you settled on Kiki, and she didn’t have to like it, only you were allowed to call him that. She walked off without even glancing back as you said goodbye and you turned to Loki with a look of concern.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked, touching a hand to his cool forehead before he brushed it away with a laugh.

“Perfectly fine, love.”

“I probably wouldn’t call me that anymore, I don’t think your girlfriend appreciated that very much.”

His brows furrowed together as he sipped his coffee. “But I have always called you love.”

“And you have always been single, but things change - it just doesn’t feel appropriate anymore.” As much as it hurt you, you hid it with a smile. You would miss the endearment he had used so much you answered to it more than your actual name.

“I don’t want things to change.”

You were already walking out of the breakfast nook and into the more commercial kitchen Tony had installed and began to gather the ingredients for waffles. As soon as the scent began to waft down the hall the doors began to open and the avengers filed out. They were never as excited about Mondays like you were but they did look forward to your cooking, stopping to kiss your forehead or give you a hug as they filled their plates.

“So Loki has some news to share.” You said as you sat down beside him and his hand slipped under the table to grip your knee with a side glance. “What? They live here too, they will figure it out.”

“That you two are in love with each other?” Nat chuckled as she drenched her waffle in maple syrup. “Yeah, we know.”

Your neck was heating up and you brushed Loki’s hand away before anyone saw it before shaking your head. “I don’t know, uh, what you’re on about. Loki has a girlfriend.”

Nat’s waffle dropped from her fork and she barely caught it before it landed on her clothes, her eyes darting between the two of you. She looked over at the others, seeing equally shocked faces before turning back to the two of you. You couldn’t understand why everyone was so shocked. Loki was devilishly handsome, funny and charming when he wanted to be, it was a miracle he stayed single for as long as he did.

“Who is she?” Nat asked, her head tipping to the side as she flipped to interrogation mode.

“A model I believe.” He answered after clearing his throat. “I’ll be honest, there is not a lot of talking when we are in each other's company if you catch my drift.”

Your head dropped at the thought of Loki being in another's company, he was your best friend and it was selfish but you weren’t ready to share him with anyone else. An elbow gently nudged you and you looked up to see everyone staring at you absentmindedly pushing your food around your plate. Shaking the thoughts away you turned your attention back to the conversation and Sam who was watching you closely. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“I asked if you are okay.” He repeated.

Your head nodded but it was all over the place, a nod, a shake, something in between. “Sorry, I was just daydreaming about…something.”

You cursed that you couldn’t think of an excuse before taking your still full plate and scraping the waste into the compost, losing your appetite as you gained their attention. With a quiet goodbye you went back to your room and showered with the hopes the water would wash away the ache growing in your chest. Unfortunately it failed and the pain only increased when you opened the bathroom door and found Loki sitting on your bed, reading one of the books from your shelf.

“Loki, you can’t just come in here anymore, what would your girlfriend think if she knew about this.”

“You didn’t call me Kiki.” He sighed, his sad eyes looking up from the pages. “Why are you pushing me away? Did I do something to offend you, love?”

You growled softly in the back of your throat and wrapped the towel tighter to ensure it didn’t fall off as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not pushing you away Kiki.” You reassured him. “But, if I were in her shoes, I know I would hate to find you in these situations. I would be jealous.”

“But you’re my best friend, it’s not like there’s anything going on between us.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head. “And you’re my best friend but to her you are a man comfortable in going into a woman’s room while she is practically naked. You have to see how that could be received, right?”

His eyes widened almost as if he only just realised you were practically naked, the  towel just covering your breasts and falling to mid thigh. The green irises disappeared into his pupils before he rose from the bed and almost bowed with an apology before leaving the room. This was not a good way to start your week.

You would like to say the month had improved but four weeks later on a Friday afternoon you were glad most of the compound’s residents were heading to their personal homes for the weekend. Your fingers had cuts all over them from the archery lessons Clint had put you through and you were happy to wave him off as he went home to his family. Walking back inside, you tried to avoid the common room since you could hear Charlotte’s voice and after the multiple run-ins with her each morning your seemingly perpetual good nature was finally reaching the end of its tether.

“There you are, love.” Loki called out as he spotted you sneaking down the hall, his long legs quickly catching up to you. “We were just about to go to the movies, would you like to come?”

You looked beyond him to the pair of narrow eyes glaring at you and you shook your head, wishing he would stop calling you that. “It’s been a long week, I’m just going to go to bed.”

His head dropped in defeat and he missed the time he no longer got to spend with you. “What happened to your hands?”

Before you could stop him, he caught you by the wrists and gently unclenched your fists to see the cuts from the bow string and fletchings. His cool hand was soothing against the inflamed skin and he tutted under his breath that you were working yourself too hard. You only did it because you needed the distraction now that his attention was elsewhere.

“It’s nothing, Loki, just getting used to the new weapon.” You sighed and tried to pull your hand back. “Please, I just want to go to bed.”

You tried to smile but even to you it felt like a grimace and your bubbly tone was as deflated as your soul but he released you from his grip and let you escape. Every part of him wanted to follow you and cheer you up, he was meant to the brooding one and you the bubbly one. It was strange when the scales were tipped, it was almost as if the earth were off kilter and he needed to fix it.

“How about a raincheck on the movie?” Loki asked Charlotte as his eyes stayed fixated on your closed door down the hall.

“Your cancelling date night because of her. Seriously?” She scoffed.

“She’s my best friend, I just want to check on her.” He said as he noticed Natasha’s door creak open along with a few others.

“And I am your girlfriend!” She hissed before composing herself and offering a sweet smile with her palm running down his chest. “Come on, Lo-Lo. Look, Natalie’s here, she can check on whats-her-name for you.”

Loki looked at Nat, pleading with her to play along and she nodded before walking off towards your door, but he didn’t miss the clear message on her face that she was going to be talking to him later about it.

“You know her name, Charlotte.” Loki growled when your door closed again, Nat disappearing with it.

“Do you?” She shot back. “Because you only seem to call her by your little pet name.”

“Not this again…” Loki rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket, gesturing for her to follow since he did not want to have yet another argument in the middle of the common room. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Ugh, she really called him Lo-Lo?” You scrunched your face up as Nat recounted the awkward encounter. “I’m surprised you didn’t drop her, Natalie.”

Nat screwed her nose up, not enjoying the moniker she used when undercover, and threw a piece of popcorn at you. She had ducked out to the kitchen, making sure the coast was clear before making two big bowls and bringing them back to your room for a movie night. You kind of felt guilty that you hadn’t spent so much time with her, she was a lot of fun but it wasn’t the same as the movie nights with Loki.

“I miss him.” You admitted as the rom-com ended and the friends turned to lovers with their happy ever after, but you didn’t realise the similarities.

“You should tell him how you feel.”

“I said I missed him the other day and he promised we would hang out this weekend but then she showed up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You said as you poured her another glass of the wine she had snuck into the room. “The alcohol is obviously affecting you.”

“Oh, no, no.” She laughed. “I am 100%, I won’t say sober but, clear headed. You and Loki are the reason people say opposite attracts. Just remember that.”

Another month passed and you saw less and less of Loki, his absence leaving you to wander through the compound looking for something to keep your mind occupied. You cleaned the already pristine labs and moved Tony’s tools around so they made more sense to everyone else but him, knowing he would put them all back when he returned on Monday. Finally, enough time had passed that it could be considered an early night's sleep as opposed to an afternoon nap, so you started making your way back to the apartment floor.

“No, Loki, I am so sick of this. Y/n this, Y/n that, Jesus, no one cares about her!” Charlotte shouted as you stepped off the elevator and right into the middle of their argument, catching your name on her acidic voice. “It’s time to decide, her or me.”

The silence was heavy and the sound of the elevator door closing could finally be heard, pulling Loki’s attention to where you stood frozen with tears in your eyes. You knew this day was coming, you had tried to be nice and encourage a friendship with her but she had refuted your every attempt. She didn’t want you in her life and now she didn’t want you in Loki’s. The final dagger to the heart was the apologetic look in Loki’s green eyes.

You had seen more than enough and couldn’t stomach looking into his eyes anymore. Your feet carried you from the room, by passing your sanctuary and hitting the emergency exit. You ran down the flight of stairs and broke out the back door, ignoring the alarms that you set off and you stepped onto the helipad with a scream, the months of pain finally released. There was no way you could look at him again, not after seeing the pity he held for you so you hit the panel on the quinjet and walked up the ramp, grateful Nat and Clint had taught you how to fly it.

There was no mistaking the figure that watched the jet take off, you could always spot him no matter how dense the crowd. Flipping the switch to stealth mode, you buckled up and tried to think of somewhere you wanted to go. The only place you wanted to be was somewhere you were no longer welcome, at least you saved him from having to say goodbye.

The nights were long as you settled into the cabin you had hired. There was no internet and no power, you were completely off grid and only went into the village for food and supplies during the single hour of daylight. The crackle of a roaring fire was the only sound inside and the flames from the central hearth sent shadows dancing along the walls. It was everything you had imagined Lapland would be but you were still feeling empty, the childhood dream to visit Santa Claus’ Village falling short without the person you wanted to share it with.

You had taken a seat beside the fire with a large mug of coffee that also had a generous pour of Kahlua to help ease your mind. You had never felt as alone as you did in the middle of the Finnish winter, thousands of miles from your friends and family, but you figured now was the best time to learn how to enjoy your own company. By the time the mug was empty your belly was warm with more than just the coffee and you forwent the hot beverage on the next refill.

You had just topped up your mug and carried the entire bottle of coffee liqueur with you to the couch when there was a knock at the door. The owner had said no one ventured as far as the cabin, especially not in winter, so you slipped your Avengers issued gun into your hand and approached with caution.

“Don’t shoot me, love.” Loki called through the door and you pressed your palm to the wood debating whether or not to open it but knowing you couldn’t leave him out in the cold.

Sliding the deadbolt across you opened the door and felt the freezing air chase away the warmth you had accumulated from the fire. Loki practically leapt inside before you shut the door and locked it, kicking the snow off his boots and shaking the flakes from his hair before using his magic to rid the rest.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you watched the blue hue of his skin return to his normal pale shade. “How did you find me?”

“You’re my best friend. I know more about you than I do myself.” He said as he grabbed a woollen blanket and draped it over your shoulders, feeling guilty for lowering the temperature with his entrance. “I would have been here sooner but someone stole the fastest mode of transport.”

Your lips tipped up before you could catch them and he rewarded you with a bright smile of his own. “Charlotte won’t be happy with you.”

“I imagine that is already true.” He said with a shrug. “I broke up with her.”

“What, why?”

“She gave me an ultimatum to choose.” His palm cupped your cheek and you rested your face in the soft touch, having missed it for so long.

“That was her mistake,” you sighed with a small laugh, “no one tells Loki what to do.”

“You’re wrong, love.” His own dark chuckle washed over you as he pulled you closer. “I made my choice.”

His lips brushed against yours so softly that you were sure you imagined the feel of them. You could barely breathe as his dark hair fell around you and the scent you had missed so much set your body on fire, your hands running through the locks and pulling his face back down to yours. You had almost lost his friendship and now you were the one jeopardising it as you kissed him, but he didn’t pull away. The alcohol must have been clouding your ability to think as it felt like forever before you realised what you were doing.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you pulled out of his hold, touching your lips that were swollen with his kiss. “I, I shouldn’t have done that. I just missed you.”

Loki was already reaching out for you, seeing the panic starting to rise as your pulse beat rapidly in your neck. “Shhh, love, I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time. Since we met, actually.”

You were sure you were drunk now, Loki never showed any signs that he had wanted you, he was just naturally a flirt. “No, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not, y/n.” His sincerity struck you more than your name falling from his lips. “I should be the one to apologise, for taking so long to see what was clearly in front of me all this time.”

Your head tipped back to keep his eye contact as he stepped closer to you, his body flush with yours. “When you said you made your choice-”

“It’s you. I chose you.” His hands took yours and raised them to his chest, his heart slamming hard against your palms. “It’s always been you. I just hope I haven’t lost my best friend by admitting how much I love her.”

Your vision was blurry as tears welled along your eyes and you shook your head, looking around the cabin in the middle of nowhere yet he found you. “You could never lose me.”

A smile broke his face and he stole another kiss before resting his forehead to yours. “I would go to the ends of the universe, every universe, for you.”

Fuck it’s 8 am and I am now devastated by Tony’s death all over again 😭

I love you but I kinda hate you at the same time 😭

3)When B was alive, A and B had casual rituals that they would follow without a fault; A would bring B coffee in the morning and leave it on their bedside table, B would make A a sandwich at lunchtime, A would drop a towel into B’s room at 6 because they know that B always showers at 6:30, and so on. After B dies, A can’t help but unconsciously keep doing the rituals.

With Loki or Tony....

Thank you so much! This one is for the one and only Tony Stark <3 sorry, Pepper - you don't exist in this fic.

Warnings: grief, crying, panic attack WC: 1.4k

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Chronic insomnia, self diagnosed of course, left you the sole occupant of the avengers compound throughout the night. Sure, people came and went but you were the only one who roamed the empty halls looking for something to keep you mind occupied. Sleep had been elusive before Tony died but now it was slipperier Rocket in the armoury, there was no chance of catching it.

By 6am the sleep deprivation left you teetering on the edge of reality and imagination, the moment of bliss where you could forget everything you lost. As the sun began its torturous climb over the horizon you would make your way back to the top floor, taking the stairs so you wouldn’t have to make polite conversation with the agents already up for the day. Your calves burned from the climb but you made it to the penthouse and stopped to take in the breathtaking panorama of the place you had called home since meeting Tony.

You put the kettle on and let your eyes burn as they stared into the sun, waiting for the water to boil. Your fingers curled into the handles of two mugs on reflex and they fell smashing to the floor as you realised your mistake. The ceramic shattered against the tiled floor and you jumped as the sound broke through your sleepy haze.

“Is everything alright Miss Y/l/n?” Edith asked, the kitchen lights turning on with her programming.

“I’m fine, Edith.” You sighed, leaving the room in search of a broom to clean up your mess.

“Mr Stark said fine means freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional. Are you sure you are fine Miss Y/l/n.”

“I know what Tony said, don’t remind me what he said.” You all but growled. “I had years with him, I heard every word, every promise, every fucking lie!”

“Miss Y/l/n, your heart rate is becoming dangerously high.” Edith said, a holographic screen projecting your vital signs as the world began to tilt.

Your breathing was rapid and your head light as the spikes on the monitor reflected the panic attack that was physically manifesting all the pain you kept in your head. Your hands reached for the countertop as you could no longer hold yourself upright and Edith's voice faded as you slipped to the floor, sleep finally within your reach.

“Hey, you, yeah you sweetcheeks.” Tony whistled and you scrunched your nose up in distaste as you pointed to yourself.

“Pretty sure that’s a lawsuit, Mr Stark.” You said as you ignored your current task and strode over to him.

“Wouldn’t be my first.” He muttered under his breath. “What’s your name then darling?”

“I guess that’s an improvement.” You sighed. “It’s y/n.”

“Y/n.” He pursed his lips as he tested the sound on them, deciding if he liked it or not, probably already planning to pay you to change it if he didn’t. “Y/n…I like it, it suits you. Now, on your knees.”

“Mr Stark!” You gasped and raised your hand, fist closing and ready to wallop some manners into him when he burst out laughing.

“Please, call me Tony.” He chuckled and rolled out from under his hot rod he was working on. “I need a third hand to hold this part in place.”

Your lips fell open with a nervous laugh as you misread him, except you were sure he had known exactly how his words sounded. He was known to be the biggest flirt in California if not the US. Kneeling down beside him, you did as asked and held the part while he fixed it into place.

“Alright, now what?” You asked as you waited for him to give you another instruction.

“Lunch in New York, Dinner in New Orleans and the rest of our lives wherever you desire.”

You woke up alone in the oversized bed Tony had insisted on and you had to fight the immediate pain in your chest, even now you still expected to wake up and find Tony next to you. Even when Tony had been in it with you the majority of the bed went unused, Tony was always a little spoon, curling up at the edge of his side before reaching for your hand so he could pull you against his back and lace his fingers in yours. Few people would have ever known him the way you did or get to see the softer side that liked to snuggle under the sheets, it was something he only felt comfortable enough to do with you.

“Edith, how did I get here?” You asked as you sat up and kicked the blankets back, finding the sun almost reaching high noon.

“I, um, hope you don’t mind.” Peter said from the doorway, scratching his neck nervously. “Edith called me, I didn’t think you would want to go to the hospital.”

You sighed and ran a hand over your face, trying to chase away the memories that had tortured you in your sleep, leaving you even more exhausted. “Edith should have called an adult, you’ve got enough on your plate, you shouldn’t have to see that.”

“Sorry, Miss Y/l/n.” Edith apologised.

“I get it, I miss him too.” Peter visibly slumped as he looked at the portrait of you and Tony hanging on the wall.

“I still set the table for two.” You laughed but it was strangled and turned to a cry as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “Sorry, sorry.”

“If I do something I shouldn't, I expect to just see him standing there, looking down at me over his sunglasses.” Peter sniffed. “It was like losing my dad all over again.”

It wasn’t to say you thought your pain was the worst but you had forgotten that there were a whole lot of other people missing Tony in their own way. You were mourning your fiance, Peter was mourning his father figure, Rhodey was mourning his best friend. No pain was worse than the other, it was all just pain and you finally realised what Tony would have wanted for you.

For the first time since his death, getting out of the bed did feel like a mountain to climb. You crossed the room and let Peter break down in your arms, he was a boy who was forced to carry more weight than any teenager should. When his tears slowed, you led him to the kitchen and found the mess cleaned up before you sat him at the island and filled a pot with milk. You curled your fingers into two handles and placed them on the bench, brewing hot chocolate like you had always imagined doing with the children you had dreamt of one day having with Tony.

The clock struck noon and you realised you hadn’t even thought about looking at the door, the expectation of Tony walking in from his lab to have lunch with you. You were in charge of drinks and he would make the sandwiches, just another thing you hadn’t had since he passed. You missed lunch more often than not, lost in the daydream and waiting for him to make them, something that would never happen again. It was time to start making new habits.

Placing one mug in front of Peter, you opened the fridge and looked at the contents. “You hungry, kid?”

His eyes seemed to mist the nickname you unconsciously picked up from Tony and he shook his head. “I’m fine, y/n.”

You chuckled as you saw through his lie and offered a smile as you grabbed the ingredients for a decent sandwich. “You know what Tony said that means right?”

Peter shook his head again and you began to tell him the story, one of many memories you could impart on the kid. This was what Tony would have wanted, his family to remember his life not his death.

“Am I still breathing? ”

I am asking myself the same question right now !

You are literally giving me life with every fic you write !!

Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt3]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You pay for your attitude in the best way possible Warnings: 18+ only, smut, edging/orgasm denial, cream pie, cum-play, mutual masturbation, squint and you might see voyerism, fluff, guns WC: 2427

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Your heels clicked loudly as you stormed through the house looking for Bucky, or in this case, Winter. You knew he was here somewhere because his driver was still having a smoke outside but there were too many rooms to check each of them. Instead, you planted yourself beside the front door and waited for him to rear his head.

“Something wrong, love?” Bucky asked as he caught the vision of you waiting, hand on hip and fire in your eyes.

“What the fuck is this?” You growled as you pulled the handgun that had suddenly appeared in your handbag overnight.

“I believe it’s a gun.” He smirked and continued to push his cufflinks into his business shirt.

“Ha ha, I forgot what a comedian you were.” You rolled your eyes. “What is it doing in my bag, Bucky?”

He stepped closer and ran his hands softly down your arms but you shook him off and held your stance firm, he wasn’t going to distract you with his smouldering charm today. With a sigh he pulled away, looking to Nico for help as he entered to foyer only to quickly back track.

“Rat bastard.” Bucky mumbled under his breath before turning his attention back to you, his eyes bleeding almost to black. “I wanted to make sure you are protected in case I’m not around, kukolka.”

“Win…” You sighed as you dropped your hand from your hip. “I don’t even know how to use this, I’m more likely to accidentally shoot myself.”

“I’ll teach you.” He said, taking the gun from your fingertips and shoving it down the back of his waistband and pulling his suit jacket on to hide it. “After what you pulled off last month, we are the richest syndicate on the East Coast. That puts a target on our backs.”

You couldn’t help but beam under his pride, your NFT plan had worked and Bucky was laundering millions every week, but you hadn’t spent too long thinking about the dangers it put you in. You had noticed the extra guards on the property and that when you went out you had almost as much of an entourage as Bucky did, now it made sense.

“Ok, but I’ll need a permit.” You said begrudgingly. “I’m not going to jail because of something stupid like that. It would just be embarrassing.”

“She launders millions and orders around the toughest mob boss in the state of New York, but was caught without a firearms permit.” Bucky laughed, stepping into his brilliantly shined shoes. “That would be pretty embarrassing, doll.”

“Who said you were the toughest mob boss?”

“Oooh, my queen is fierce this morning.” He smirked as he grabbed your jaw and pulled you forward to meet his lips. “I’ll have to fuck that attitude out of you when I get home.”

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His chest was pressed to your back, hands over yours and holding you pinned in place. You could barely breathe as his thigh nudged your legs wider and his lips brushed the side of your neck.

“Focus, kukolka.” Winter warned you as your ass naturally pressed back into him with a promise of good spanking if you didn’t heed his words. “Pull the trigger.”

You took a deep breath through your mouth so you didn’t get distracted by the Armani cologne he wore and tried to focus on the target that had been nailed to the trees at the back of the property. This was not what you thought you would be doing when Bucky returned home, you hadn’t even noticed Nico had disappeared until he returned with a hammer and a swollen thumb.

“Shouldn’t I have ear muffs or something?” You asked in another attempt at delaying the inevitable. “You always see them on tv.”

“If someone attacks I doubt you will have a pair of them on you.” Winter pointed out. “You need to know what you are in for, like the recoil.”

“The what?!” Your hands dropped but Winter caught them and aimed them back at the target. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“I’ve got you.” He stilled your trembling hand and let one of his fall to your hip. “I remember the first time I pulled the trigger.”

“I’m pretty sure you were born with a gun in one hand and a flask of whiskey in the other.”

“Close but not quite.” He chuckled and let his other hand fall to your hip too. “It’s not as scary as it seems. Pull the trigger.”

You turned your face away and screwed your eyes shut as your index finger curled over the trigger. If the deafening bang wasn’t enough to scare the living daylights out of you, the snap of the recoil did. Winter’s hands were quick as lightning as they caught yours and steadied the hold before you could drop the weapon or accidentally discharge it.

“Good girl.” He grinned and pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Did I hit it?” You blinked rapidly, still stunned by the sound and force of your shot.

Winter’s laugh vibrated from his chest as he shook his head. “Not even close, but you pulled the trigger. That’s the hardest part.”

You had to admit now that you had done it once and knew what to expect, the idea did seem easier, you would certainly hold it a bit tighter now that you felt how much it recoiled in your grip and you began to raise the weapon again. This time you aimed to keep your eyes open so you could actually see the target.

“I think I should get a prize if I hit the target.”

Winter’s hand snaked down your body, tugging up the hem of your dress so he could brush aside your panties. “Sounds fair to me.”

Your head tipped back onto his shoulder as what his fingers did was not fair at all. You found it impossible to focus on aiming as they dipped between your folds and teased your clit, soft moans filling the quiet afternoon air. “Win, fuck, thats, not, fair.”

Your hips were rolling as they sought more friction, more depth than his thick fingers could offer. “Take the shot, kukolka. Claim your prize.”

His fingers disappeared and you whimpered at the loss before he raised his glistening digits to his lips, licking them clean as your panties dampened even more. You knew the game he was playing and you wanted so desperately to win. Focus, focus, focus. You remembered his instructions and how to line up the sights on the slide, looking down the barrel and at the target beyond. Deep breath in, sight the target, slowly exhale, pull the trigger. The gun still bounced back in your grip but nothing like the first shot and you saw the bark behind the target splinter as your bullet lodged deep into the trunk.

“Ouch, bad luck, doll.” Bucky sucked the air between his teeth as he took the gun and hit the magazine release as well as the round in the chamber, tucking them away behind his back.

“Woah, uh-uh, I hit the target.” You said as you stopped him from heading back towards the house. “You didn’t stipulate it had to be a head shot.”

You grabbed his hand and he let you tow him to the tree trunk and pointed out the tiny tear in the edge of the paper where your bullet had entered the trunk, nowhere near close to the outline of a head.

“See, target hit.”

Bucky was trying not to laugh as he touched the spot, his finger widening the hole in an innocent way that left you breathless nonetheless. “Someone is just desperate for a prize.”

“Wouldn’t you?” Your lip was caught between your teeth as you stepped up onto a root that stretched out beneath the tree and you stood eye to eye with him.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you baby?” He smirked as he ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it from your bite. You couldn’t help but flick your tongue out, tasting the pad of his thumb before sucking it as his pupils blew wide and his breathing deepened. “Fuck. Turn around.”

You smiled triumphantly as he spun you against the tree, your hands splayed against the trunk as his hands bunched your dress up. The thin material of your panties were torn apart and left to fall to the leaves before you heard his zip. You were already whimpering for him as he pulled your hips back and pushed your face forward, snapping his hips so he could fill you in one go. Your cry was lost as his hand clamped over your mouth and you were reminded that there were guards roaming the property.

“You’re mine, doll, no one else gets to see you like this.” He promised between sweet kisses and sharp bites to your neck. “So be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

His hand fell from your mouth and you bit your lip to keep them shut as he circled your clit instead. It took all of your concentration to stay quiet as your legs began to tremble with every long stroke of his cock against your walls.

“Don’t cum just yet, babygirl.” He warned as his rhythm failed.”Remember my promise this morning.”

Your head was clouded by your impending orgasm when suddenly his cock twitched as his deep groan filled your ears as he spilled himself inside and pulled his hand away from where you needed it most.

“Gonna fuck the attitude out of you first. Then you’ll get your prize.” He smirked, pulling out after his release ended. “Close your legs, doll, I don’t want any of that leaking out between here and our bed.”

He tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped it up before whistling happily along the path, stopping a moment to check you were following him. Your knees were pressed together tightly as you tried to walk without letting his cum drip down your legs but gravity was a losing battle and you decided speed would be better over strategy, power walking past your grinning beau. You dared not give him the usual lippy attitude as you passed him  in case he withheld anymore orgasms, but you knew when you finally got your prize it would be monumental.

Your clothes were discarded in a messy heap as you entered your room and waited on the bed for Bucky. Your legs were crossed and your hips slightly raised, doing exactly as you were told, when he walked in the room a short while after. His shirt had been unbuttoned and hung loose around his body, the light illuminating every defining line that cut his abdominal muscle into the six pack you wanted to ride.

“Open.”

Your legs spread wide as he stopped at the foot of the bed, the feel of his liquid silk  slipping through your folds and running over you already had you trembling and his hands dropped his trousers so he could stroke his already hard again cock. The possessive burn of his eyes set your skin on fire and your fingers inched over your hip, begging permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, love.” He nodded as he gripped himself tighter. “Take yourself to the edge, but I’ll be the one who makes you cum.”

You sighed happily as you applied the pressure you needed to your clit, dipping your fingers down to gather his cum to use it to soothe the ache on your swollen bundle of nerves. Your back arched as your fingers easily glided over the nub and your walls fluttered, more of his cum dripping from your needy cunt and earning a deep moan from Bucky as he appreciated the sight. Your eyes locked together and you felt the tightening in your core curl your toes, pushing yourself to the brink before you threw your hands away from your body and tried to fight the urge to finish.

“You are perfect.” He vowed as he climbed on the bed, leaving kisses up your thighs before his tongue lashed slowly through your folds, gathering a mouthful of his cum and your arousal. His cock rested between you and every movement left his veiny shaft rubbing over your sensitive clit as he captured your lips, tongue sharing the taste of your bodies combined. “You can cum whenever you want now, doll.”

His hips pulled back so his cock could fall between your legs before he snapped them back into you, your body putting up no resistance as he filled you to your core. You could finally cry out his name, the thick walls of your room trapping the sounds of your ecstasy firmly within them. Your fingers clawed at his back as the edging left you blinded with passion and you bucked your hips up to meet his every thrust, his pelvic bone applying just the right touch for whitehot spots of light to dart across your vision.

Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips as your orgasm built and built and built until you thought you would just combust into a billion atoms. Your mind splintered and for a moment there was no feeling at all, it was like time stopped as your soul left your body and every muscle froze. Then you came crashing back down, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably as your legs wrapped around his back, liquid gushing around his cock as your body was overcome with fever.

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he watched your orgasm rip through you, feeling your walls draw him in and hold him tighter than ever as his thighs were drenched by the torrent of liquid squirting over him. “Oh, fuck, so good.”

He couldn’t hold back any longer, not when your eyes rolled back into your head and he knew he had kept his promise. Collapsing onto your chest, he shuddered as he spilled himself inside you once again, both of your bodies covered in a light sweat from the sweet torture you had been put through. Rolling his eyes to look up at you from where he lay you could only move enough to place a kiss on his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the softness.

“Are you still going to give me attitude?” He asked with a small hint of a smile, really not minding it at all.

Your chest bumped his head with a laugh and you stroked your fingers through his hair. “Am I still breathing?”

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Fucking hell this is so good !!! Imma die it’s so fucking good

Hello to my favorite writer!!!

I saw that you had time so how about some mafia bucky with like a badass reader and like people are more afraid of her than bucky

And maybe like instead of reader being in danger and bucky coming to protect you can make that bucky is in danger and the reader saves him 🙃

Love you !! 

Ok I love you so much right now, you are seriously fuelling my Mafia!Bucky addiction! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

Lioness || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, blood, violence, murder, smut. (in that order too lmao) this badass reader got real violent in the middle there oops someone woke up and chose violence today WC: 3116

Two men stood arguing in the shadows, watching the man tied to the chair hang limp and unconscious. The Don turned to his Capo and grabbed the lapels of his shirt as he saw the ‘gift’ he had been brought. “What the fuck is this?”

“What you asked for?”

Throwing the smaller man aside, the boss strode out of the dark and slapped the man until he woke. Grabbing his hair, he tipped his head back and turned it to the capo so he could see the crystal blue eyes. “I asked you for the head of his mob, you brought me the Dona's bitch.”

“You fucked up.” Bucky laughed despite his split lip that reopened with his smile. “My girl’s going to take pleasure draining the life out of every single one of you cocksuckers.”

Bucky’s head rocked sideways at the backhand he received and the rival Don’s jewel encrusted rings sliced his cheek. A pained groan escaped his bloody lips but that was the only satisfaction he gave them at his suffering as his fingers pressed the crown of his watch, the movement hidden having by his hands tied behind his back. It was only a matter of time until you arrived.

“We need to move out.” The Don ordered his men. “Call everyone, tell them to get to the casa sicura.”

“It's one woman.” The Capo frowned as he watched his boss’s face pale. “What threat could she possibly be?”

“You obviously don’t know how a lion's pride works, do you? You look at a lion and think he is fierce but the truth is without his lioness he would starve. The lioness hunts, the lioness protects. He is merely there to fuck and please her.”

“Give me some good news.” You snapped as you shrugged your jacket from your shoulders and tossed it over the back of your office chair.

“The tracker in his watch has just come online but it's deep in Little Italy.” Steve, your 2nd in command, updated you as he typed on his laptop.

You dropped into your chair and mindlessly twirled your butterfly knife as you wondered what the Don was up to. He had never been brave enough to outright start a war with you, there had to be something else going on. It didn’t matter, there was nothing to ponder, Bucky had been taken and you would stop at nothing to get him back. Slipping the knife back into your pocket, you opened the cupboards that lined your office and saw the arsenal of weapons waiting for you.

“You’re not seriously just going to go in there are you?” Steve gawked as you pulled on a custom bulletproof vest that doubled as a holster that could fit four handguns plus magazines.

“You’re not seriously just going to let them kill your bestfriend and your boss are you?” You shot back without looking as you checked the magazines were full before shoving them into place and grabbing a rappelling rope.

“Of course not, but you’re indispensable unlike the rest of us.”

Steve joined you and began to arm himself while you monitored your husband's movements, the red blip making its way through Brooklyn. “They’re on the move. Time to go.”

“Woah, we should wait for reinforcements-”

You cut Steve off with a glare and he gulped his suggestion down before following you out of your office and down to the garage. You looked over the array of keys and chose the Rolls-Royce Cullinan since it was the fastest of the armour plated vehicles you had collected. You didn’t bother looking back to make sure Steve was still with you, he either kept up or got left behind, it made no difference to you.

“I can’t believe you have a fucking shield.” You rolled your eyes as he slipped into the passenger seat and dropped it at his feet.

“Better than getting shot.”

The roar of the engine as you hit the accelerator drowned out the degrading insult you muttered and you flew out into the traffic with little regard for anyone else on the street. Red lights, stop signs, angry horns. They all went unnoticed as you raced across the city, weaving in and out of cars so you could get to Bucky as fast as possible. You couldn’t imagine your Italian rivals being gentle on him and the thought of anyone hurting Bucky sent fire igniting in your veins.

Your knuckles gripped the wheel tighter and Steve watched as your jaw clenched. “He’s gonna be fine. I know he’s soft for you but that jerk is still a tough son of a bitch.”

“If they have hurt him, I swear to god the streets will run red with their blood.” You said as you took the break in traffic to look at Steve. “It will be fucking biblical.”

The car fell silent as Steve avoided looking your way. You knew he couldn’t understand your bloodlust, very few people could. It was a man's world and the men only seemed to understand strength through violence. To be a part of their world you had to be more violent, more deadly, so they would see you as an equal. It turned out you did more than just become an equal, your reputation became the whispers of nightmares and rivals began to fear you more than Bucky.

Bucky was the only one who accepted you and loved you for who you were. He never once tried to rein you in like the others or grew jealous of the power your name held, he thrived on it. It was why you would do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant being hopelessly outnumbered in enemy territory. He would do the same for you.

“Park down that alley on the right and we will have to go the rest of the way on foot.” Steve said as Bucky dot stayed stationary inside the industrial building.

You parked in the shadows and shut the engine off, turning to Steve before he could climb out. “I need you to stay here.”

“No way, he’s my best friend!”

“And he’s my husband!” You hissed. “I need you to have the car ready for a quick get away. Don’t make me pull rank here, Rogers.”

He didn’t look happy but he didn’t argue which was the best you could hope for as you tossed him the key and opened the door. “Give me five minutes then move round the block to the front. Unless they have RPGs you should be safe with whatever they fire at you.”

“Should be?” He muttered. “That’s reassuring.”

Your lips tipped up into a smirk at his sarcasm and you stepped out of the, turning back and hitting him with your own. “Guess you could always hide under your shield.”

You quietly closed the door and disappeared up the rusted fire escape, making your way over the rooftops instead of the busier streets below. Spotting an armed guard up ahead, you hid behind a water tower and drew your knife from your pocket. You would have plenty of time to use your guns but for now you didn’t want to announce your arrival.

The steps of the guard grew closer and you heard him humming a tune as he approached, your men would never be so stupid as to do that because it made it too simple to pinpoint when they would be in reaching distance. Your hand flew out, swiping the blade across his throat before he could even react and you grabbed his shirt to pull him away from the view of anyone else, his quiet gurgles stifling the song he had sung.

You froze as you heard another man calling out, assuming he was looking for his deceased amico. You waited ready as before, back pressed to the water tower and knife waiting for its next victim. This time your target was alert for something amiss and his steps were quieter, the sounds eaten by the noise of the city below. You spotted his gun first, peeking around the corner and you blocked the turning body with your forearm before slicing his wrist, the gun clattering to the rooftop as his tendons were rendered useless.

His scream erupted faster than your hand could bury the blade in his throat and you knew your stealth positioning was ruined. Grabbing the rope from where it hung over your back, you tied it around the two men and hooked it into the special clip on your vest. There was no time to second guess your plan as you heard the echoing sound of more than one pair of boots on the metal stairwell of the fire escape. Running across the roof, you ducked as gunshots sounded and leapt over the edge.

The rope burnt your palms as it ran through your fists and you hoped the bodies above stayed where they were before you clenched your grip and came to a jarring stop, your arc stopping before gravity pulled you back towards the building. The stunned face of the Don standing in front of the wide glass pane was almost comical but there was no time to laugh before your feet crashed through. Shards of glass tore at your clothes but you rolled to a stop relatively unscathed and drew two guns as you rose to your feet.

“Kill her!” The Don screamed as he rose from where he had fallen and shuffled his way to the stairs. “Kill the fucking bitch!”

You couldn’t believe this man dared give his soldiers orders but didn’t stay to see them through, he was not worthy of being their leader. Thankfully there weren't many of the soldiers in the room with you, most of his men must have been sent up to the roof and hadn’t made their way back down yet. Three well aimed shots dealt with them but one had managed to hit you before they died leaving your breath winded from where the bullet struck you in the vest.

Chasing after the Don you took the stairs two at a time, putting down everyone that got in your way, and you looked at your watch - 4 minutes and 38 seconds had passed. Finally, you reached the ground floor of the old warehouse and found the Don standing near the exit. Roofing iron lined the walls of the large commercial space and in the centre was your husband, slumped in a chair with slow streams of blood running down his handsome face. Your hand stilled as you looked at the weapon aimed at his head and the smirk on the Don’s face.

“Not so brave now are you, leonessa.” He spat. “Let me go, call this blood feud off and you can have him.”

You could hear the men from the rooftop coming down the last flight of stairs and knew you would be trapped on both sides any moment, you were running out of options and Bucky was starting to stir awake. If you could just see his eyes one more time before you died you would be happy. Suddenly the throaty rev of an engine pulled your attention away from the soldiers about to descend on you and towards the wall that was crumpling under the front of your Rolls-Royce, right beside the Don.

You dropped to your knees as you saw Steve’s window had the barrel of an AK-47 hanging out of it and he opened fire at the capos and soldiers, parking himself between them and Bucky. Your ears were ringing from loud gunshots but you couldn’t cover them as you needed your arms to crawl across the concrete and towards the Don who was pulling himself from the mess Steve’s entrance had made.

“Where do you think you are going?” You hissed as you grabbed his ankle and twisted the already broken limb, revelling in his scream. “This is what you wanted.”

“Please, it was a mistake.” He begged.

“You bet your ass it was a mistake.” You chuckled as your fingers curled around your knife. “One you are going to pay for with your life.”

You were bored of his tears and pleas, your ears already hurting and a headache forming. He was lucky, any other time you might have taken him with you and elongated his torture to appease the anxiety and stress he put you through but you just wanted to get Bucky out of there. You didn’t even take the time to watch his blood pool across the concrete or the colour drain from his face, you were already on your feet and wiping the blood off your knife before pocketing it and limping around your car to Bucky.

“There’s my girl.” Bucky sighed with a smile that cracked the blood that had dried on his cheeks. “Knew you would come for me.”

“Always.” You kissed his cheek gently as you reached behind him and sliced through the ropes that bound him, checking over the burn marks they left behind before helping him from the chair. Steve was already opening the door for you as you supported Bucky and got him settled on the backseat, turning your attention to your 2IC. “That wasn’t the plan.”

“I had to improvise.” He shrugged. “You were right about the armour though.”

“I’m right about most things. Now, get us home and have Dr Banner meet us there.”

You joined Bucky in the back seat and he took your hand as soon as you were in his reach, the familiar calluses settling the adrenaline that had been flooding your system since you heard he had been ambushed. Now that you weren’t high on hormones you were starting to feel the aches and pains of the many small injuries that littered your body.

“You’re bleeding.” Bucky said softly as he pulled the collar of your shirt away to see one of the cuts from breaking through the window.

“So are you.” You reminded as you leant into his touch.

“They barely touched me, doll.” He chuckled. “They were too scared of you to do any real damage.”

His fingers opened the buckles on your vest and pulled the thick layer away, not missing the wince as you moved so he could pull it off completely. Lifting your shirt up he saw the bruise that was already blooming across your ribcage and shook his head, softly placing your shirt back down before Steve looked back in the rearview. He felt terrible that you got hurt for him but knew that it went both ways and if the roles were reversed he would have done the exact same thing, just maybe not with the finesse you had.

“What am I going to do with you, babygirl?” He asked quietly as he kissed his way along your jawline.

“I can think of a few things.” You sighed as his shadow of a beard tickled your skin and your need for him spread faster than the goosebumps over your body.

Your fingers reached out for the control panel on the centre console and the blacked out glass began to rise, creating a barrier between Steve in the front and the back with you and Bucky. You could feel Bucky's smirk against your throat as his hand rose up your thighs in time with the window. Some jazz music began to play and you rolled your eyes at the poor taste both Steve and Bucky shared but you were grateful to have the sound overpower your moans as Bucky’s hands massaged your thighs.

“You get me so fucking hard when you I see you play with that knife.” Bucky teased you with his words and his fingers that were slowly opening your pants. “Seeing the fire in your eyes.”

“Yeah, like this baby?” You pulled the blade from your pocket, catching it with a twirl before running it down his shirt on the blunt side. “Should I just cut your clothes off so there’s nothing stopping me from having you this instant?”

His chest shuddered as a moan expelled on his breath and you watched his tented pants twitch as he enjoyed your teasing. Taking his belt you slipped the knife under the leather and sliced through it before dropping it to the car floor and pulling his pants down his legs. There was no patience left in you, you had to feel him. It was almost more reassuring than just seeing him alive, you wanted to feel his body under yours, his thick cock filling your pussy.

You kicked your own pants off and his hands guided you over his lap, his fingers teasing your entrance and feeling your folds already slick with arousal. He seemed to have as much patience as you did as he pulled you down to spear you with his blunt head, your heads tipping forward as you moaned together. You were careful of the cuts on his face, lacing your fingers in his hair instead and you gently kissed the corner of his lip that was split.

“You take more security now on.” You ordered as you rolled your hips over him.

“Mhmm, anything you want.” He agreed, knowing that you would stop if he tried to argue.

“I’m serious, Bucky. I can’t live in a world without you in it.”

His hands cupped your cheeks and he leant back so he could look you in the eyes, his blue irises blown with lust but still clear as the summer sky. “You won’t have to. Wherever we go, it's together. Hear me?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to feel every inch of him, needing to have as much of his touch as you could possibly get in the confined space. If your kiss hurt he didn’t show it but you could taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips as your tongue danced with his.

“I love you.”

You panted as your head tipped back, the assault of his tongue on your collarbone sending you head spinning before his thumb slipped between your thighs and added to the ecstasy. Everything felt warm, like the comfort of coming home to a roaring fire on a cold winter’s night and you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he replied, tipping you over the edge and into bliss.

“I love you too, doll.”

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