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lucky-bucky-boy · 7 months
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Changing Tides
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 6790
Summary: You and Bucky get paired together for undercover missions a lot because it works beautifully, despite the fact that you don't really even interact at home.
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, limited use of Y/N, LOTS of pet names (pretty girl, baby, i think baby girl, my girl etc), praise kink, oral f. receiving, slight angst, reader is in denial for a good bit of this, angst if you squint, reader is a part of the team, this piece takes place in an AU where everyone lives together and everything is happy
A/N: Oh. My. God. I did NOT intend for this to be this long, at one point I thought I was going to have to make this a two-parter but I got it all in here. I really enjoyed writing this, please let me know what y'all think!! :)))
I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!
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Hues of velvety violet and radiant amber mixed, painting the evening sky like a scene out of a museum. The scent of warm sea salt was still palpable in the air, the crystal like water of the wide-expanding ocean reflected the light of the setting sun. Dancing specs of light could be seen in the darker shades of the sky, stars bright and clear against the inky color.
The cold metal of the hotel balcony pressed against your exposed skin, shirt having risen up as you leaned over it slightly. The view was beyond breathtaking, something you would argue belonged on a movie screen. It was serene, offering a moment of reprieve from the typical chaos you endured in a day, and a distraction from the man currently sitting in the hotel room behind you.
Hate didn’t describe the emotions you felt for the brunet. On a daily basis, there was an underlying disinterest but every now and then a seething annoyance would bubble at the mere thought of the former soldier. You couldn’t pin-point why. Bucky himself had never done anything to wrong you after his rehabilitation and reintroduction into society, and you could easily say nothing the Winter Soldier had done counted towards your feelings.
The odd part of it all is the Bucky and you worked well together, great even. More often than not, you found yourself partnered with Bucky on just about every mission the two of you had; from quick in and out missions to undercover operations like the one you were on now. The communication was great, the two of you easily fell into a rhythm and could read each other’s body language like you’ve known each other your whole life. It was easy to slip into a faux-domesticity with him, which was a stark contrast to the daily life you lived.
The day to day with Bucky involved a lack of any form of contact. You’d avoid the gym if he was in it, would eat in silence if the two of you happened to be in the kitchen at the same time, eye-contact was consistently avoided - Really, the only time the two of you were seen together at home was during group training sessions and team-building nights. You were sure to never make it awkward for the rest of the team, never bad mouth or be outwardly annoyed at Bucky’s presence, you just really couldn’t care less if he was there or not. 
“Sweetheart,” his voice carried from the room, light and sweet, almost intoxicating with a feeling instantly having your gut turn and catch your skin aflame, “Did you want to go out for dinner tonight or just order room service?” His voice got nearer as he moved to join you on the balcony.The cool metal prosthetic wrapped around your waist as he stood next to you.
A soft hum left your lips, gaze moving from the horizon to the prosthetic then to Bucky’s face. He adorned a slight scruff, long hair pulled back into a low bun; His eyes nearly twinkled as they reflected the setting sky in the distance, he wore soft maroon button down and black chinos that truly made him look like a normal, well-off guy. Tony and Peter had finally managed to perfect the color needed to make Bucky prosthetic look like a normal arm which easily sealed the deal on assuring that there was nothing major that could be easily spotted to dox the two of you as agents. 
The flight to Morocco was long and the next 10 days were easily going to be even longer, the last thing you wanted to do was be anywhere but a soft bed. “Room service,” you replied, matching the tone he had asked the question with. You leaned your head against his shoulder, moving your gaze back to the ocean, “Did you do a room check and get our things set up?”
He nodded, “Everything inside is clear and put away,” he squeezed your side softly when he said inside, a subtle emphasis to communicate where it was safe to not be in character. “I’ll go order the room service, you can go shower and get comfortable. I know how much you hate the airport.” He chuckled softly at the end, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline before making his way back inside. 
You let out a soft sigh, making it inside as well and closing the balcony door behind you as you did. This really was going to be a long 10 days. 
**
The bitter taste of the wine nearly made your mouth water, sitting somewhere between too intense and the perfect thing to take the edge off. The first full day had been smooth, an easy itinerary of walking and exploring the city. From the outside, the two of you easily looked like a love sick couple; matching clothes, a large diamond in your hand, Bucky always opening the door for you and your soft smile that just couldn't seem to leave you face; but in reality you had been mapping the city, learning the back alley ways and locating any ports that may be needed for a quick exit. 
The small patio of the restaurant adorned a handful of tables, lanterns lighting the area in a soft romantic glow, lucious plants filling in any space, the open space allowed for ease of blending into the crowd while watching any passerby on the street. Bucky had taken up a game of footsie with you, chattering along about some of the shops you had passed along the way.
“Is there any shop you’d want to make your way back to?” Bucky took a sip of the wine in front of him, eyes fixed on you intently.
A soft hum left your lips, swaying your head back and forth softly as you thought. “Well, I wanna hit up the history and art museum, so maybe we could see if there’s any other cute shops there? If not, I’d definitely like to look at the jewelry store and bookstore we passed on the way here.”
“Mmm, I do think it’s time to get my pretty girl a new necklace,” the words fell off Bucky’s tongue like he sweet talked you on the daily. 
There was that feeling again, the uneasiness that laid in the pit of your stomach and your skin heated up. Maybe this was why you couldn’t stand Bucky outside of missions, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with this feeling constantly. “You spoil me enough, ya know,” you offered a soft giggle, “I can assure you I don’t need any more jewelry, my love.”
Bucky smirked softly, cocking his eyebrows up at you with a knowing look on his face, “You may not need it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it anyways.”
You shook your head, about to offer a rebuttal as the waiter set your food down in front of you, all thoughts being lost to the amazing sights and smells. “This is easily my favorite part of our trips,” you stated, the distraction of food keeping you from noticing the way Bucky’s gaze stayed on you and a soft smile lingered.
**
Six days of being enveloped in Bucky’s presence, and thankfully it was getting easier by the moment. It had been a smooth operation so far, the information being easy to locate and gather without raising suspicions. As a result, Tony had said to take a day to relax, lay low and assure no one was able to realize there was something more to you two.
Bucky had made a home on the balcony of your hotel, a book in hand and a coffee sat on the little table next to him.He been there since the early morning and it was easily almost noon, not that that you were bothering to check the clock. A day off meant a day of sleep and eating, nothing much more than that. 
However, sleeping wasn't something your body wanted to do so you found yourself with a forgotten movie playing on the television, your gaze consistently going back to him. You weren't sure why, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You'd been sitting for the past God knows how long trying to figure out why you couldn't pull your eyes away from him. His hair was down, something he didn't do quite often, almost always finding it easier to have it pulled away from his face. From the angle he was sitting, you could see his light gray button down was still completely unbuttoned, his jean shorts a little too snug around his thighs. He occasionally sipped the coffee that was most likely cold at this point, turning the page of the thick novel occasionally. His lips would purse, eyebrows scrunch occasionally, or a small chuckle, or even a shake of his head as he reacted to the words on the page. 
The wind picked up some, indicating a small rain storm that was destined to his later in the evening was starting to make it's way in. Bucky pulled a hair tie from his pocket, tying his hair into his typical low bun before picking his book back up. And it finally hit you; Fuck he's pretty.
The thought immediately made your body heat up and the instant feeling of something in between shame and excitement sat low in your belly. It was like a well known secret your subconscious kept for years finally made it over the wall of denial in your brain, immediately making your thoughts run wild; Fuck he's so pretty, more than pretty actually. What if this is why we've been weird for some many years? Wait. Why would that make it weird? Wait. Why is it weird? Why do we get along so well on missions and then act so differently at home? Oh My God… Has the team been trying to set us up? 
Shaking your head, you jumped up, apparently too suddenly because Bucky broke his concentration on his book to glance over at you. You could feel he was watching you move around, the only thought in your head now was to get out for some fresh air as you deciphered the flood of thoughts. You grabbed some fresh clothes, slipping into the bathroom with a heavy sigh once the door was closed. 
You looked at yourself in the mirror, attempting to ground yourself. Okay, what the hell is going on? The question kept repeating itself over and over in your head as you slipped into a summer dress, a sage flowy piece that Natasha and you bought for this trip specifically. It was cute, and Nat was right when she said it complimented your skin; definitely different than your normal attire but still comfortable. 
Walking out of the bathroom, you were relieved to find Bucky still where he was when you entered. After slipping on some sandals, you moved towards him, immediately aware of every detail of your very being. "Hey," you kept your voice soft, waiting for him to pull him eyes from the book and look up at you. There was something about how brightly his eyes shone with the golden sun beating down on him, there was a sense of both innocence and mystique, and the instant feeling of safety just from holding his gaze. "I'm heading out to get some coffee, do you want a fresh one? You've been sipping at the same cup for hours now."
Bucky glanced down at the cup, then to his watch, eyes going wide for a moment before a soft chuckle left his lips. "I've been out here for 4 hours already, shit. Yeah, I'd love a fresh one, doll. Thank you." He offered you a soft smile, "Just get me a-"
"A latte with three honeys on the side," you said matter-of-factly, "I could order for you at just about anywhere at this point." It was a teasing joke, one Bucky laughed at, but you instantly cursed yourself for even saying it. 
"We do spend quite a bit of time together," he hummed out, "Did you want to go out for dinner or get room service tonight?" He asked, picking his book back up as he prepared for your departure. 
"Let me see how I feel after I get back. But if we go out, it's your turn to pick. I picked last night." You stated before leaning down to kiss his hairline, still needing to keep up the act just in case someone was managing to spy; or at least that's what you were telling yourself. "I'll see you inna bit."
**
After returning with the coffee, still finding Bucky to be where he was when he left him, it was an instant decision to find a way to give yourself more time a way from the man that had your mind absolutely scrambled. Grabbing a book of your own, you let him know you'd be down by the pool if he needed you, using a quick excuse about wanting some change in scenery before the rain came as you left. 
You weren't entirely sure how long you'd been out there, it couldn't have been too long, but you we're aware you were reading the same page over and over again. The words seemed to mix together, jumbling about and not registering even in the slightest, your brain still attempting to make sense of what you were feeling. 
You never denied that Bucky was attractive, that's admittedly part of what made undercover missions easy. You never denied that you two got along well on missions, but you couldn't explain or pinpoint why you didn't get along at home. Sure, you were never hostile or rude, but it was exactly friendly or outgoing either. No matter how much you thought and walked through your early memories of Bucky, you couldn't make sense of anything. 
At this point, you knew pride was part of the issue. You knew the team would be able to walk you through, at the very least Nat or Pepper or maybe even Steve, but you could never admit to them what you were currently feeling or going through. The only thing you wanted to do, needed to do was to act normal until you got home. Then you could just hide away and go back to not having to interact with the man that was causing you turmoil. 
"There's my pretty girl," Bucky's drawl quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump at the sudden push back to reality. Seeing you jump caused Bucky to chuckle, especially as you turned to glare at him and his bright smile, "It's getting late, baby. We should go get some food." 
He moved to the lounge chair you had made home in, kneeling down next to you so he was eye-level. There was that feeling again, low in the pit of your stomach that had your skin warming. "There's apparently food trucks at a park about not too far. Why don't we head there and get some food to bring back and watch a movie?" 
Instinctively, you reach to tuck a strand of loose hair behind his ear, offering a soft nod and a smile, "That sounds perfect." 
You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, the thought immediately making your already warm skin heat up more, feeling flustered and like a school girl. It's not like you haven't kissed, it was just agreed upon that it was reserved for dire need situations. All other physical touchs; hand holding, forehead kissing, even smacking each others ass was okay to sell the facade that you were a happy couple.  
Bucky picked up on the change, a look of slight worry on his face, "You okay, doll?"
The laugh that left you was slightly anxious, holding the book in your hand up as a quick white lie, "Yeah, you just came down at a particularly… intense scene."
He immediately laughed, kissing your forehead as he stood up. "You're so cute. Let's get going though."
**
The bustling crowds offered a great distraction - Bucky stood proudly by your side, fingers interlocked together and swinging your joined hands softly like a love sick couple. The both of you scanned the crowd, trying to figure out where to go and what to get. 
The lines weren't too long, there were nearly a dozen trucks, and live music playing. The sun was finally setting, more clouds rolling in and bringing in a cooler breeze that allowed for a reprieve from the beach heat. There were benches with umbrellas set up, lantern lights adorning some posts and wires around the lot. It was cute, and if it wasn't for the mission you were still technically on, it would feel so wrong to be here with Bucky. 
After a moment of thought, you looked at Bucky, lips slightly pursed in thought, "I have an idea." You stated matter-of-factly.
He cooked an eyebrows at you, intrigued and slightly amused with your tone, "Let's hear it then."
"Let's get a platter or some random menu item from every truck then go back to the room and eat there." 
Bucky looked around and nodded, "Ya know what, doll, that sounds fantastic. Do you wanna divide and conquer or go one by one?"
It was then that you realized the clouds were darkening, and the rain was definitely going to happen sooner than later. "Let's divide and conquer before the rain comes." 
With a nod of agreement the two of you split, heading to either end of the trucks and working your way to each other. With the lines being shorter, it didn't take too long to get through them all, the both of you holding multiple bags stacked full of food and tied tightly. Quick words were exchanged before you started heading back towards the hotel, hoping to make it back before the rain.
The effort was fruitless though, with just maybe a few hundred feet left before the hotel you were staying at, the cold rain begins to pour down, the dark sky opening up and letting go every ounce of water it was holding on to. With loud gasps from the both of you, and small playful shriek even, you two took off running into the lobby, screeching yourselves to a stop as you entered and stood on the mats in front of the door. You were breathing heavily, attempting to catch your breath; a quick glance to Bucky showed you he was doing the same.
After a few moments, the two of you made eye contact, bursting into immediate laughter. You were both soaked head to toe, the only thing saved was the food. His shoes make a sloshing sound and your feet slid around in your sandals, you clothes clinging to every inch of your bodies. You were easily a sight for sore eyes, but it couldn't have been funnier. 
"Why didn't either of us think about the rain?" You managed to get out through your laughter. 
"Who knows, but let's get upstairs so we can get dry." He managed to respond.
The elevator ride up felt like an eternity, the cold of the AC feeling more intense from your wet skin. Bucky opened the door for you, letting you in first. He set the foot down, immediately kicking off his shoes. "Go shower, get warm. I'll pull out a change of clothes for you and we can swap when you're done." 
Something about the direction made you freeze momentarily, causing him to look up at you, "(Y/N), you're freezing. Go shower. I'm fine to wait." His voice was soft and caring and there was a part of you that wanted to tell him to shower with you. 
In the dim light of the room and the soaking wet clothes made him look even more divine, like he was sculpted from the gods themselves. You nodded, handing him the bags before making your way towards the bathroom. You closed the door, then quickly opening it to call out but he cut you off, "You want an oversized shirt and a loose pair of shorts, gets your ass in the shower." His tone was demanding but still playful. You caught the look in his eyes, mischievous, playful, and a hint of something you didn't want to recognize. 
You kept your shower quick, ready to be in comfortable clothes and a bed with good food. After quickly drying yourself as much as possible, you wrapped yourself in a towel, and stepped out into the bedroom. Bucky stood in only his boxers, his own clothes in one hand while he scrolled through the television with the other. It wasn't the first time you've seen him with this little clothing, but something about it now made your mouth dry and your skin heat up. 
"All yours," you said, grabbing his attention as you moved to the bed where he laid your clothes out for you. 
"Thanks, doll. I'll be quick. You can pick the movie," he tossed the remote onto the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself. 
You stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before slipping into the clean clothes. Bucky had already made work of getting creative. He pulled the ironing board from the closet and set the food up next to the bed, had fluffed the pillows up into a sitting position, and already gotten drinks for the two of you. By the time you had decided on a movie, Bucky was coming out of the bathroom. 
Immediarely, you mind started short circuiting again. He looked soft. He had on a light blue shirt and a pair of light gray shorts, his hair was towel dried and brushed against his shoulders, a slight wave to the brown locks. He slid in bed next to you, getting himself situated and comfortable before handing over the massive spread of food for you to start digging into. 
After about 20 minutes of eating and watching the movie in a comfortable silence, Bucky turned the volume down some, "Can I ask you a question?" The tone of his voice alone already told you how he was feeling. There was a sense of worry, anxiety almost to him. 
"Of course, what's wrong?" You asked, sitting your food to the side so you could turn to look at him. 
Bucky followed your lead, moving the food he had off the bed as well before taking a drink, trying to have a moment to articulate how he was going to ask what he wanted. Even though Bucky was sure the room wasn't bugged, he knew that there's was never a 100% chance of assuring that. The fact alone could make talking about things outside of the mission difficult, and this one one of those moments.
"How's the trip been for you? I know we haven't been on one in a while and I just want to make sure everything's okay, that we're okay." He had turned fully to look at you now, the worry in his voice making it to his eyes. 
"Oh…" the response was immediate, and you regretted it instantly the second you so that worry on his face grow, "The trips been wonderful, and uh…" You sighed, toying with the blanket around you, "We're fine, yeah. I'm just… not here?" You said, sort of motioning to your head to get the point across.
Bucky cocked his head some, the worry turning to confusion. "Are we going to be okay when we go home?"
That was something you couldn't answer. What was okay. Was okay how you normally act? Was okay something different? Something better? Something worse?
"Uh… maybe?" You offered, immediately wincing at your own words. You sighed deeply, "I don't really know how to explain what I'm feeling."
"Okay," Bucky took a moment, letting you both sit in the uncomfortable silence that was the lull in the conversation. He was doing his best not to become frustrated, he knew there was most likely no easy way for you to communicate what you wanted to say or even what you were feeling, but he's been able to tell for the past couple of days that things, specifically that you, have been off. "What do you know?"
Your gaze met his again, taking a deep breath in to try to gather the courage to say what you needed. "Things feel… different?"
"Different?"
"Different." 
Bucky stared at you for a moment, mind calculating and analyzing has he tried to decipher what you meant. In an instant it all clicked, and you didn't miss the way his lips curled into a quick smirk before his features soften. "Do things feel different when I call you my pretty girl?"
He watched as you immediately became flustered, averting your gaze and watching your chest rise and fall quicker. He thought he had sensed your heart rate quickening throughout the past couple of days, but he had honestly assumed it was anxiety from the mission. He had no reason to think it could be something else; Well, until now. 
"(Y/N)," your name came as firm and demanding, causing you to look at him. The smirk on his face was more evident now, "We can continue this conversation now, or when we get home. But just remember, you're my favorite book to read."
You were instantly lost for words, mouth opening and closing as you processed what he just said to you. Waiting until you were home was going to be far too long, but talking about whatever this was now? Right now when you were flustered beyond belief, that flippant warm feeling filling every valley and curve of your body? 
"Just say the word, doll, and I'll act like everything is normal. I'll go back to watching the movie and eating and ignoring the obivous."
A soft shake of your head was all you could muster as you search desperately for a will to stop the inevitable, or the courage to beg for it. 
"Words, (Y/N). Use your words." 
"I don't want normal." You swallowed, taking a shaky breath you continued, "I don't want this to go back to normal." 
Buckys lips turned to a smile. "You don't want this to stop when we go home?"
You shook you head more feverishly, "No, I - Fuck, what have you done to me?" You groaned out.
"The same thing you've been doing to me for years, I suppose." His tone was matter-of-fact, cool and calm almost. 
"What?" Your eyes had gone wide, mouth dry, and that God forsaken feeling low in your stomach was growing. 
"You heard me. Obviously, we'll have some talking to do when we get home." He chuckled
Bucky moved as if he was going to grab the food, stopping once he heard, "No," come out of your mouth, "No. I want to talk about it now."
He looked back at you, eyebrows raising as to silently ask how.
"I want to…" You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief at yourself before leaning forward, cupping the back of his neck with your hand and pressing your lips to his. 
This kiss was different; It was electricity filled, igniting every nerve in your body. You could feel the heat from your ears to your toes. It was intoxiting and addicting. 
Bucky waisted no time in kissing you back, even letting out a small groan at your sudden assertiveness. His prosthetic hand held onto you waist, the other cupping your face as the two of you broke years worth of tension in one swift motion. Bucky pulled away first, taking in the plumpness of your kiss swollen lips, the sluttering of your lashes as your opened your eyes to look at him, and the darkness of your gaze that was stricken with last. 
He looked just as enthralled, blue eyes dark as the night sky and hooded with desire, cheeks flushed slightly beneath his scruff. It finally clicked what the feeling you've been having all week was. Lust; pure, unadulterated lust for the man who was currently pretending to be your husband.
"Well damn, doll," he offered you a toothy grin, squeezing your waist, "Wasn't expecting that." 
"Sorry-"
"Don't be." He bit his lip, studying your face for a moment, "Whatcha thinking, pretty girl?"
You couldn't help but get flustered, "That I want more. A lot fucking more." You hand moved up from his neck to card through his hair, his breath hitching some as you did. "Please, James, I need more." Your voice had a slight whine to it, something you hoped he wouldn't be able to resist. 
"If I knew you sounded so pretty begging this would've happened years ago," he grumbled before kissing you again. This time though, he re-situated himself, helping you move to straddling him and doing his best to let you still have some semblance of control for now. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you from being able to move away from him.
One of your hands cupped his face, the other running down his clothed chest. You lips move in sink, a squeeze on your hips eliciting a small moan from you that he took advantage of, using your open mouth to slip his tongue in. You could feel the tent in his shorts growing, sitting hard against your core. 
An experimental grind of your hips pulled a moan form the man beneath you; The sound was music to your ears, and enough encouragement to do it again. 
Buckys hands moved, bracing you as he flipped you over to give himself more leverage and take control. Just as he begin to grind himself against you, he moved his lips from your to your neck. He kissed his way down to your pulse point, drinking in the sweet sounds you made. He sucked softly at the skin, moaned himself when you pulled at his hair. 
Any rationale thought was gone at this point, any fears or anxieties you had pushed to the back of your mind as pure pleasure and desire took over the forefront of your thoughts. Once Bucky was sure he would be satisfied with the mark he left on you, he pulled back some to look you in the eye. 
"Are you sure you want this?" He breathed out, offering you an out. 
You nodded so quickly he couldn't help but laugh softly, "God, you look so fucking desperate, doll. You want me to fuck you?" He had a slight tease to his voice. 
Another nod is all you could muster, but that wasn't good enough for him. "Uh uh, come on. Use your words. Need to hear you say it if you want me to do it."
You whined at his demand, pouting at him slightly, "Please."
"Please what?" His tone was more stern now, "If you want to continue, I need to know you actually want this." 
His insistence to make sure you were consenting pulled at your heart strings. You nodded, "Yes, Bucky," you kept your voice soft before adding a slight whine and plea to it, "Please fuck me."
He smiled, kissing you much softer than had had before, "I'd do anything you asked me to." His words sounded like a promise that had you own emotions bubbling up. 
Bucky leaned up for a moment, pulling off his shirt. He motioned for you to sit up and pulled yours off as well, groaning softly when he sat you skin. "Such a beautiful, pretty girl. Look at you," his hands ran up and down your sides and he took in your body before making eye contact with you again, "Most perfect thing I've ever seen, ya know that?" 
He could feel your skin heat up at his comments, watching you squirm. "Take your shorts off, doll." Bucky moved off the bed, kneeling on the floor at the edge, "C'mere." He demanded. 
You aren't going to deny him at this point, feeling yourself so tightly wrapped around his finger that you'd follow him into hell if it meant he kept talking to you like this. Once you were close enough, Bucky grabbed your thighs and pulled you to be perched on the edge on the bed, legs on his shoulders with his eyes level with your core. 
"Look at this sweet little pussy," he squeezed your thighs tight, "You're fucking glistening, doll." He started pressing kisses to your thighs, avoiding the very apace you needed him at. "Smell fucking divine, I just know you're gonna taste even better."
Bucky watched as you already started fishing the sheets, squirming and biting you lip to hold back any noise. He already decided it was his job to make it impossible for you to hold back. Bucky moved his right hand to interlock with yours, taking his left arm and using it to put pressure on your waist, the cold feel of the prosthetic a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. Just as he squeezed your hand, Bucky licked a thick stripe from your core to your clit, genuinely moaning at the taste. 
He wasted no time in drowning himself in your essence. Bucky licked and sucked, offering the occasional nibble, until you were grinding yourself in his face. Once soft gasps and moans were falling freely from you lips, he moved his left hand to your core, the cool digits of his forefinger and ringer figuring prodding your sopping hole. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly as he pushed two fingers in, relishing in the fact that your moans got loud. 
Bucky pulled him mouth away, moving to you thighs and sucking hickies into the soft skin while his fingers worked magic. He already knew your body so well, years of working together on intimate missions allowed him to learn how to tell what you liked versus what you loved. 
After leaving a few marks, he leaned his head against your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes and watching had your chest rose and fell and you head was thrown back in pure pleasure. "I was fucking right. Taste like honey, could drink you up all fucking day." 
He licked a quick stripe again, from where his fingers were to the hilt inside you all the way to your clit. "So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to continue eating your sweet little pussy until you cum all of face then I'm going to fuck you nice and deep so you feel my cock for days."
He chuckled when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, "You like the sound of that, pretty girl?" He curled his fingers, hitting the spongy spot that had you gasping for air and eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Look, you're already so close to the edge. You better soak me, baby."
Bucky didn't fall short on his word, getting back to work on your clit with his mouth. His scruff added a nice sensation that bordered on pleasurable pain, fingers moving st the perfect pace and curving expertly, mouth switching between sucking and kitten licks. His right had squeezed your own hand, encouraging you to let go for him. 
The pleasure was building quickly, it was intoxicating and inhibition destroying. You leaned up, using your free hand to grab hold of his hair and pull, giving you leverage to grind on his face. Bucky moaned against you, and truly giving you everything he was worth in his determination. 
It didn't take much longer for you to fall over the edge, moaning loudly and body convulsing. Your legs squeezed his head as he continued to work you through your orgasm until you fell back, panting for breath. 
Bucky pulled away, chuckling softly with a proud look in his face. From his nose down, he was absolutely glistening with your slick, "God you're fucking hot, using my face like that." 
Bucky stood, pulling his shorts off, using them to wipe his face some, then tossing them to the side. "Can't wait to see your pretty face when I fill you up. Your gonna take me so good, aren't you?" 
You nodded, already getting worked back up. You sat yourself up before he had the chance to grab you, leaning up and carding your hand through his hair again and guiding his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of your own cum on his lips, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him slowly. 
He pulled away from your lips, breathing in sharp. "Uh uh, doll, you can do that another time," he kissed your forehead, a sweet gesture that was a drastic difference to what was currently happening, "Right now, I wanna be buried inside you, making you cum all over me again. Cmon, lay back down for me."
You stole one more kiss before resuming your prior position. Bucky stood at the edge of the bed, pulling you back to the edge and holding your legs spread wide. "You can tell me to stop at any point," he said softly, "but unless you do that, I'm not stopping until you're thoroughly filled with me."
You nodded, offering a desperate, "Please, Bucky. Want all of you," and moving to hold your own legs up as the extra step to prove how much you wanted this. 
"So fucking perfect," he groaned out. Bucky grabbed his length, teasing your slit a few times to get his thick tip left before finally pushing in. He was slow, listening to your gasp as he stretched you out so nicely. 
Inch by inch, he pushed in until he was bent over you and all the way to the hilt, your lower bodies completely flushed. "You feel fucking amazing around me," he moaned out, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Just as you were starting to whine, he pulled all the way out before slamming back in, causing you to moan out loudly when you felt him in the deepest parts of you. 
Bucky set a brutal but rhythmic pace, changing it ever so slightly until he heard your moans and whines change to be deeper and louder. He moved one of your legs to his shoulder, which somehow allowed him to go even deeper, alternating between full thrusts and grinding against you. 
He reached down between the two of you, rubbing circles in your clit with his thumb and watching as your whole body begin to shake with intense pleasure. "Look at you," he moaned out, "Better than my wildest dreams. You gonna cum again for me, already doll?" 
He didn't need an answer at this point, he could tell from how your walls were squeezing him that you were close, and as much as he hated to admit it he wasn't far behind you. Bucky kept his movements consistent until he felt you fall over the edge again with a high pitch moan, his hips finally flattering as you squeezed him like a vice, quickly chasing his own high. A few erratic thrusts and he spilled into you with a moan of your name. 
Bucky let your legs down, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out of you. He laughed lightly as you whined at the loss of him. He disappeared to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before bringing back a warm, damp wash cloth to wipe you down with. Bucky pressed softly kisses to yoh skin and he wiped you off, kissing your lips before tossing the cloth to the side and climbing into bed with you. 
He helped you move back to laying normally in the bed, laughing once he noticed the credits of thie movie were rolling. He wrapped and arm around you, pulling you into his side and letting you get comfortable on him."How you feeling, doll?"
"Good, a little weird, but good." You said, voice drenched in exhaustion.
"Weird how?" He asked, rubbing his fingers up and down your back.
"Good weird. Happy things are gonna be different when we get home."
With how you were laying, you missed the way Bucky smiled down at you, "You don't understand how happy it makes me that I'll get to treat you like this all the time."
"Really?" You asked, already finding it hard to keep your eyes open.
"Doll, I've been yours since the moment I met you, someone was just too stubborn to notice her own feelings." He squeezed your side before going back to rubbing your back, "Get some sleep, we can talk in the morning."
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sosa2imagines · 4 months
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I know where I belong. Part 5
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----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Fluff for everyone, tiny mention of Steve -----------------------------------------------------
You had gotten over the pain, Steve had caused you. Talking about Steve, ever since he came back to the tower, he had been sent to back to back missions, and miss Sharon was busy to rise up in her career. Good for you though, you didn't have to see them much or hear their stupid moans.
Now it had became a daily basis thing, for you and Bucky to spend the nights together. You mostly spent time with Bucky, Nat, Wanda, Sam and Tony. You guys had become a happy little family.
Bucky made sure you are in good health, mentally and physically. You went for runs together, meditated together, practice your skills together. But little did you both know, that both of you were finding it difficult to control yourself, around each other. Bucky was still stuck on the idea of going to Wakanda, meanwhile you kept every trainee, any girl except for Nat and Wanda as far as possible away from Bucky.
Now spending time with Bucky felt different. Staring at Bucky would make you feel heat in your body, your stomach did do summersaults whenever you got slight touches by him. Bucky would often tease you about your blushing, and you would awkwardly laugh, and he found that cute too. And good lord have mercy on shirtless days, you blamed anything possible, but nothing made sense.
So on a very boring night, when you both were sleepless and had nothing to do, you teased Bucky to sing, and he did, by playing Bruno Mars. "Can I have this dance with you mam?" he bow down offering you his hand, you laughed at his antics, clearing your throat "Well yes kind sir" you took his hand and he began to swing you both, humming to the lyrics "I ain't playing no games Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart So if you tryna lay in these arms I'ma leave the door open" and with one last swing you crashed into his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer to him until the two of you are pressed tightly against each other "Bucky" you whisper, your breath fanning out across his face. He licks his lips "Y/n" his breath hits your lips and you whimper softly. Just as he leans down, someone clears their throat.
It was Steve giving you both a hard glare. Bucky ignored him and took your hand and went out of the room, without giving Steve a chance to say anything. But that didn't stop you from thinking about the attempt of kiss, what would have happen if you both had kissed? Will it change your friendship? Would you be more than friends? Stupid Steve! ruin the moment. Little did you know, Bucky was thinking the exact same thing. Stupid Steve!
Both of you were red, from the earlier situation, and the fact that you are still holding hands. On the way to your unknown destination, you heard noises coming from the lab. It was Tony, on rare nights he would crash in the tower. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen. Bucky tells you, you nod and go to meet Tony.
"Hey Tons" you whisper and Tony yelps in shock, "Jesus have mercy on me!" putting a hand over his heart. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you home?" Tony tried to scoff, but when he saw your death glare, he gulped "Pepper and I had a fight" he said it casually as if telling you the local news. "What? why? what did you do?" you ask him. "Why do people assume it's me whenever something happens?" "I don't know maybe because you are Tony Stark?" "Damn right, anyway we were supposed to go out tomorrow, and I forgot, I tried to fix it but the babysitter is not free tomorrow" he quickly tells you, seeing you were about to open your mouth. "I will look after her" you offer. "You will?" he asks with hope in his voice. "Yeah me and Bucky can babysit, we don't have any missions or paper work." you tell him. "Tin man will be okay looking after Morgan too?" Tony smirks "Apart from you?" "Tony!" you warn him and he rolls his eyes playfully. "But really you both can babysit her?" "Of course, I miss my goddaughter" Tony gives you a big brotherly hug "You are a life savior!" "Anything for family" you smiled at him.
"So what are you doing all alone, terminator is sleeping?" You glare at him, and Tony mock surrenders "Fine Barnes" "He's in the kitchen" you blush thinking about Bucky which is not unnoticed by Tony. "Late night dinner date?" " About that, I need your advice" "I'm all ears, tell me" he wiggles his brows looking at you curiously. You tell him every single thing from, when you started to feel jealous, to not feeling anything for Steve, all the way to tonight, you guys dancing and almost about to kiss. "Stupid Steve" Tony scowls. "That's what I said" you both high fived each other.
"But don't you think I'm falling for Bucky too soon?" "Y/N it's ok not to feel anything for Steve it does not mean you didn't love him, it only means you have moved on, you had pain, but now it's time to gain, it's ok if you are falling for Bucky, and you are blushing hearing his name", yes you were blushing, every single time when Bucky crossed your mind you did blushed a lot. "Plus no offence if the idiot golden boy can cheat, you can definitely move on, take your time Y/n feel this new beginning, now go to your man" Tony advices you.
"Marriage and parenthood has made you smart, I love you Tony" before Tony can say anything you gave him a quick hug "Bring Morgan tomorrow and go to sleep" with that you left to go find Bucky leaving a speechless and smiling Tony behind.
When you enter the kitchen you saw Bucky sitting at the dinning table with his head down. You sat across him and grabbed his hand.
He looked at you with a sad smile. You gave his palm a light squeeze "Y/n I didn't meant to make you feel awkward.." "You didn't make me feel awkward Buck, we have been dancing around our feelings far too long now. We need to talk" Bucky nodded, you both just sat across each other, holding hands and staring at each other, before opening your mouths in unison. "I think I'm falling in love with you" "I think I'm falling in love with you"
You both looks at each other wide eyes, and Bucky spoke first "Y/n I don't know when I started to fall for you but..." he was nervous to speak and he started to fiddle with the fabric of his sleeve, you hold his hand making him look at you "Bucky even I don't know, how or when I started to fall in love with you." by this time you both had tears in your eyes. "Y/n you are trying to move on and I have no doubts about you, but I don't want to take advantage of the situation" "Bucky I don't even know when I stopped thinking about Steve. He no longer lives in my heart or mind Buck, you do!" Bucky's head snap towards yours, hearing your confession, a tear roll down his cheek, while you tried to blink the tears away, but failed miserably.
"Doll I don't think I have a heart, all I know is pain" "Bucky do you know why you feel pain?", Bucky shook his head no to your question, making you chuckle a bit even though your tears were flowing down. "It is because when you have a heart then there will be pain, and when there is pain then there will be heart too, and with that you will feel other emotions too, but most importantly you'll feel love." "It's a sweet difficulty isn't it doll?" "Yes it is, but we can over come together" "Doll I'm scared, I don't want to lose you and our friendship" "Bucky, even I'm scared, I don't want to lose you and our friendship, but looks like I'm in love with my best friend" you cried and Bucky jumped from the table coming to your side, he crouched down and took your face in his hands "I love you Y/n" and with the confession, Bucky kissed you, softly but passionately. Then he rested his forehead on yours, "I love you too Buck", you both chuckled, tears turning to sniffs.
"Doll go on a date with me tomorrow" "I would love to but not tomorrow" "Why?" he pouts, you kissed his pout making him blush "Tomorrow we are babysitting Morgan" he looked at you to elaborate more, you shook your head "It's a long story Buck" "I'm not sleepy" "Then I'll tell you"
----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- (Part 5 is here lovely people, I hope you all enjoy. Please as always comments and feedbacks are appreciated. If you have any requests let me know. Pretty soon we will get rid of Sharon, just hang in there. 😅❤️) -----------------------------------------------------
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wandashousewife · 2 months
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The Saving Grace (Chapter Three)
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Pairing — Wanda x Reader
Synopsis — In the town of Westview, Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, navigates the challenges of her busy life—juggling work as a therapist, parenting her twin boys, and managing daily stress. Her kind neighbor, you, has consistently provided support, offering coffee, desserts, and a sympathetic ear. Today, after an emotionally draining session, Wanda seeks solace and decides to reach out to you for the first time, hoping to share her burdens.
Warnings — angst, depressed wanda, divorce
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As the night unfolded, the room became a haven for introspection and shared vulnerability. The dim glow of ambient lighting cast a warm ambiance, setting the stage for a profound exchange. With each passing moment, the complexities of life unfolded like chapters in a book, revealing layers that transcended the surface.
In the quietude, the connection between you and Wanda deepened, reaching beyond the confines of professional roles. It was a nuanced dance, navigating the delicate balance between guiding others through storms and acknowledging the tempests within. The atmosphere seemed to absorb the weight of unspoken words, creating a space where authenticity thrived.
Amidst the coffee-fueled conversations, the mugs transformed into more than vessels for a warm beverage. They became symbols, holding the shared warmth of empathy and mutual support. The porcelain echoed the subtle clinks of camaraderie, forging a bond that went beyond the liquid within.
As Wanda departed, the air carried a subtle transformation. The initial uncertainty that lingered had evolved into a tangible sense of shared strength. It was a quiet acknowledgment that, despite the chaos swirling around, there was solace in the connection formed that night. The rhythmic drumming of Wanda's foot, once an echo of impatience, had found a new beat – a cadence resonating with the harmony of shared experiences.
Days melted into weeks, and the bond between you and Wanda continued to grow. Whether it was the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee or the hushed moments of shared understanding, you both became pillars of support for each other. In the ebb and flow of life's unpredictable currents, the ordinary moments gained extraordinary significance.
The nuanced details of your interactions unfolded like a tapestry, weaving a story of connection and resilience. The coffee-stained conversations and quiet reflections became rituals, shaping the narrative of a friendship forged in the crucible of vulnerability. In the ordinary, you discovered the extraordinary strength that blossomed from the seeds of shared experiences.
In the ensuing days, a pervasive sense of monotony settled in, casting a shadow over the passing hours. Amid this dull backdrop, an unexpected and somewhat peculiar event unfolded for Wanda. She received an invitation to attend a conference that gathered therapists from across the entirety of New Jersey.
During the weekend, Wanda entrusted the care of Billy and Tommy to your watchful presence. This decision stemmed from a lingering sense of caution following an incident involving Agatha's rabbit, which had bitten the children. While Wanda held genuine affection for Agatha, her trust wavered when it came to the mischievous pet in question. As a result, she deemed it prudent to leave the twins under your care for the duration of the weekend. Throughout their stay, the boys appeared as open books, freely sharing insights into their mother's romantic history. They disclosed the intriguing fact that Wanda had been married before to a man named Vision Stark, a connection that linked her to the renowned (or perhaps infamous) Tony Stark.
The boys candidly revealed that their father was consistently preoccupied with work, leaving minimal time for familial connections, including with Wanda. The poignant realization struck a chord, evoking a sense of sadness as you contemplated how Wanda, dedicated to assisting others, found herself in a situation where her own needs took a backseat.
Upon Wanda's return at the end of the extended weekend, she entered the doorway to find a snapshot of domesticity unfolding in the living room. The boys, engrossed in watching Yo Gabba Gabba, created a lively scene, while you, seated nearby, scrolled through your phone.
The boys, noticing Wanda's return, joyfully sprinted towards her, wrapping their little arms around her legs in an affectionate embrace—their tender age reflected in the warmth of the moment. Wanda, wearing a soft smile, checked the time and realized it was well past their bedtime. With a playful glint in her eyes, she proposed a sweet deal, suggesting, "How about recharging for the morning, and I'll treat you to ice cream downtown? What do you think?" The boys, their excitement palpable, eagerly nodded in agreement before scampering upstairs.
Wanda's laughter filled the air as the boys scampered off to their rooms, leaving a lighthearted ambiance in its wake. As her gaze shifted towards you, a curious warmth crept into her cheeks. The sight of you, comfortably at ease in her home, seemed to evoke a subtle and unexpected blush.
"Thanks again for watching them." Wanda expressed her gratitude, walking over to the couch as you set aside your phone. With a warm smile, you replied, "Yeah, anytime.”
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Wanda whispered to herself, summoning the courage. Breaking the silence, she asked, "Would you like to grab a coffee sometime?" Before you could even think of suggesting a location, Wanda, with a hint of anticipation, interjected, "Downtown. Would you like coffee downtown?" Opening the door to a new possibility, her question hung in the air, waiting for a response.
"Oh yeah, sure," you responded with a smile. As you looked at the clock, you noticed it was getting late. “It’s getting late, I think I should just go—”
"Stay."
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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year
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Moonlight Sunrise - Wanda Maximoff x F!Reporter!Reader
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warnings: None pure fluff
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You were sitting at the bar, another one of Tony Stark's infamous parties. You got what you needed for your article and now you were simply having a wonderful time. It's not everyday you get to enjoy a party with free drinks and getting to party with all these different super powered heroes. 
Right now the DJ was playing a nsync song, causing a crowd of people to hit the dance floor to dance along. For the moment I was just sitting at the bar, sipping my appletini ever so often; no one was really catching your eye, that is until an infamous member from the Avengers decided to sit next to you.
“Y/n L/n, a reporter for the daily bugle, and you must be Wanda Maximoff I presume?” you say sticking my hand out.
“Your presumption is correct Ms. L/n, might I get you a refill?” she says while taking your hand in hers.
“Well, who am I to say no to such a beautiful woman?” You smile at the beautiful redhead. 
“Hm, how about I get you something stronger, perhaps someone more quiet and intimate?,” she says looking at me slyly.
“Are you asking me on a date Ms. Maximoff?” you smirk at her as a blush rises on her face “Well seeing as how this party is kind of not my scene and I’ve already got everything for my article how about you and I head to this great bar I know that has great food and live music. What do you say?” you ask while getting up from your seat and fixing your dress.
“That honestly sounds like a whole lot of fun, let’s go then,” she says while a small smile appears on her face.
When you arrived at the bar it was around 9ish and you found a small booth. 
"So what do you do when you aren't writing articles for your news company?" Wanda asks while eating a french fry. 
"Well, usually I hang out at home and catch up on some of my latest fixations, and snuggle with my Australian Shepherd. Her name is Belle and she's the cutest little thing ever. Here let me show you a photo of her" you explain while unlocking your phone and showing her your dog. 
"Aww she’s so precious, I wish I could raise a pet bear," she says smiling at you.
"Really? That would be so cool!" you say taking a bite of your burger. 
You both chatted till closing and you did buy her that drink, when the radio started playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran you couldn’t help but blush because Wanda pulled you up and started dancing with you in the empty bar. 
When you decided it was time to head back home, you walked out of the bar, hand, and hand. 
"I had a lot of fun tonight, with you. This was a lot more fun here than at the party" she said, swinging our arms slowly. 
"Yeah, I had fun too. I hope we can do this again." you smile at her
"Hey before you go I want to try something," she says, grabbing my face. Your face heats up as you look at her. 
"What is it-" You start but get cut off when her lips meet yours. You melt into the kiss as you pull her closer. You bring one hand up to hold the base of her skull and the other rests on her waist. You feel her run her tongue on your lower lip, as you part your lips to allow her tongue access to your mouth.  
After you pull away you smile at her and hand her your number. 
"That was nice," you say blushing, biting your lip at the smudged lipstick on her own lips.
"There will be more of that if you agree to go on a second date with me" she says smiling and hailing a cab. Once you  see her enter, you begin the short walk to your apartment around the corner.
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mcufan72 · 1 year
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This one-shot is inspired by a one-shot of my Queen @lokisprettygirl (Breakup with your wife I'm bored). Thank you dear for being a source of my inspiration! ❣️
Game night 🍸
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Loki and fem! Reader
18+ / smut / rough sex and rough words/ contains cheating maybe / some fluff
It was Saturday night and party time at Stark Tower. After a long and exhausting week full of work and business meetings you wanted nothing more than loud music, some fine drinks and distraction…a special distraction to spice up your daily routine. Something that was all guaranteed at Tony Stark's legendary weekend parties. And you wanted to meet Loki Laufeyson there, the beautiful hot god who could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. But you didn't care about that anymore, you were used to it now since he lived here too and tonight you were in the right mood to play a game with him.
When you entered the place of action, the party had already begun and the room was full of your friends and other guests Tony had invited. The music roared out of the speakers, thundering and pounding, and it was definitely to your taste. You greeted your friends with hugs and kisses on their cheeks before you ordered a drink.
Of course Loki was there too, standing at the side of the bar where he could observe everything and everyone perfectly. He looked stunning and extremely sexy tonight in his black chinos and his dark-green shirt, unbuttoned down to his chest, neatly rolled up sleeves and the perfectly tailored black waistcoat. After you got your Gin basil smash you raised your glass, looked at him and gave him a nod with a sweet seducing grin on your lips. Loki nodded back at you with his signature smirk on his face, raising his cocktail glass too and taking a sip of the green liquid in his glass.
You knew that he would stare at you the whole evening. You felt how his gaze literally pierced your back when you entered the dance floor. You were sure he was obsessed with you since the first day he met you, he was always looking for your proximity, he was never far away from you. To tease and annoy him was always such a pleasure, a game with sexual longing and the desire he had for you. Your game… and tonight you wanted to play...and you loved to play with fire, the more the better and Loki was hell's fire and tonight you wanted nothing more but to burn.
The bodycon dress you chose to wear tonight was pure provocation. It was floor-length, sleeveless, deep dark green and it showed more than it hid. It had a sensual low neckline and a spectecular open back. To flash some more extra skin it had a long slit on the left side from your ankle up to the middle of your thigh. The black pumps with the golden heels rounded off your appearance. You knew exactly what Loki liked and what you had to do to make him crazy about you. You were curious when he would make his claim on you. And he would. It was just a matter of time.
When he saw you flirting with Bucky and Steve and how they looked at you and complimented you, his annoyance grew. He knew that they were your friends and that you didn't felt attracted to one of them. He also didn't begrudge them their gazes at you, the way you looked tonight was breathtaking.
They stared at Wanda and Nat in the same way. Both looked stunning tonight too and their dresses were as sexy as yours. But when it comes to you, he doesn't understand fun. You, married or not, were his prey. If you were destined to be someone's property then it would be him and only him who was going to own you.
The way you danced tonight and how you roamed your hands over your body and through your hair while dancing made his pants tighten up in his crotch. You were a real temptress tonight and turned him on relentlessly and ruthlessly. Later at the bar, when you sipped on your cocktail or drank the sweet liquid through the straw, you sent him the naughtiest gazes and licked your lips in the most inappropriate way to tease him further…and you never stopped flirting with the guys around you.
But enough was enough, he couldn't stand it anymore and he didn't want to. Loki was in absolute rage now. He couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. He walked up to you, grabbed your upper arm firmly and pulled you with him out of the party area. He pushed and pulled you to the elevator and when you reached the floor where his apartment was, Loki pushed you through the entrance and closed the door behind you both with a loud bang.
He grabbed you harshly by your shoulders and pushed you firmly against the wooden wall, his eyes darkened with lust. He pressed his body against yours and began to kiss you very firmly, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He needed to taste you. He wanted to drink the sweet poison, you had spread the whole evening, from your lips directly. You didn't hesitate to give in. You had him exactly there where you wanted him: upset, jealous and in urgent need to claim you.
His wildness aroused you immensely. His tongue fooled around with yours, sloppily and wet. In a swift move he ripped your dress apart and it slipped down to your hips. "You will never wear it again, whore." Your breasts sprang free, your nipples already hard and needy for his touches and his mouth, the slickness between your legs became more and more with every second he was so close to you and manhandled you. You felt his rock-hard cock pressed against your lower abdomen and it increased your arousal into a merciless high. You needed him inside of you, now.
"Who do you think you are, hm? Do you think you can tease me like this without consequences?" he growled angrily at you and tweaked your nipples harshly, ripped your dress completely and let your soaked lace thong follow it down to the floor. You could only gasp and moan, no word escaped your lips. He continued to kiss you forcefully and began to open the buckle of his belt. As fast as he could he opened his pants as far as he needed and his steel-hard needy cock sprang free. He had to teach you a lesson, now, immediately. And he wouldn't hold himself back.
You didn't dare to justify your actions this evening, it would just rail him up further…and you couldn't risk that, right? His strong hands grabbed your thighs firmly and lifted you up from the ground, wrapped your legs around his waist and spread your thighs as wide as he needed to thrust his cock deep inside of you.
He grabbed your buttocks, his nails digging into your soft flesh. You were so unbelievably wet that Loki had no problems pushing his hard length straight into your waiting heat. You let out a loud moan at the sensation and you grabbed Loki's shoulders harshly. You felt his muscles flex under your fingers. He gave you a short moment to adjust to his size. Either way you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow properly. But why make it worse for you?
"Take your punishment, slut." Loki began to thrust into you relentlessly, still pressing your back against the wall with his chest. Every time he said something to you he rammed himself into you.
"To whom do you belong, slut?"
"To nobody!''
"To whom do you belong? " he asked you louder and thrusting harder. A deep animalistic growl escaped his mouth.
"To…nobody… fuck…" you answered decisively and heavily moaning.
"To whom….do you…belong?" he shouted at you, thrusting harder and deeper into you. Loki kissed harshly down your neck, licking and biting your soft flesh. He sucked marks into the soft skin of your cleavage and your breasts.
"Yours…I'm yours…" you panted desperately. He pressed you harder against the wall and fastened up his deep thrusts of which he was sure you could stand. You could only scream and moan, he felt too good so deep inside of you. He thrust in and out of you, speeding up into a merciless pace. Your pussy clenched perfectly around his cock. You could feel him throb inside of you, hitting all your sensitive spots.
"Mine…you're mine, whore…you're all mine...forever and…ever." Loki gasped, leaned down and licked your nipples and sucked another hickey into your breast. One of his hands grabbed your hair, slid firmly down your trembling body, over your breasts and nipples and finally his fingers found your swollen clit. He began to circle it with some pressure. You hissed and moaned, grabbed his shoulders harder and arched your hips against him.
"Please don't stop… fuck… punish me"
"Don't worry, pet I won't stop,'' he laughed breathlessly and circled your clit faster and increased the pressure. He knew how to push you over the edge.
"I'll punish you like I promised. Punishment is…the best way to…deal with married sluts…Believe me…I make you scream…my name…whole New York…will know who…makes you scream…and that you…belong only to me" Loki groaned, close to his release. You were so tight and wet, it drove him almost crazy, he needed to cum. His words made you feel so naughty and dirty and brought you so close to your needed release.
The feeling of fucking so hard and dirty chased you both to climax. Loudly screaming, heavily panting and groaning you and Loki exploded in a breathtaking orgasm. You convulsed heavily and sucked his cock deeper into you. Loki came hard and filled you seemingly endless with his hot cum. It was so intensive and satisfying, you've been fucked by him so well.
You collapsed at each other, Loki's legs trembled but he held you tight to avoid you from falling down to the floor. He was still thrusting into you, more carefully now, filling you still up with his seed and it made you cum for a second time. Loki pulled you closer to his chest, wrapped your arms around you and you both tried to be as close to each other as possible, bathing in the aftermath of your climaxes.
Both of you needed some time to calm down from your highs. Loki pulled himself out of you, carried you to the bed and laid you down into the soft pillows. After he was completely naked like you, he positioned himself next to you, propped up on one arm, rested his head on his hand and his free hand caressed your cleavage and your stomach.
"I'm not sure if you really learned your lesson."
''I will never do it again, Mr. Laufeyson. " you grinned at him.
"Hmmm…why do I not believe you…" Loki teased you, his voice dark and dangerous.
"... and I need to make sure that you really won't annoy me like that again …I'm not done with you, pet."
He climbed on top of you and slid down your body between your spread thighs to feast on you like a thirsty man in the desert. On his way down he kissed and sucked hickeys on your stomach and your inner thighs to mark you further as his, his long black curls tingling on your skin. Loki was determined to make you cum some more times tonight.
"Good morning, pet." You slowly woke up to a smooth, husky voice behind you, whispering close to your ear, your head snuggled deeply into a fluffy pillow. Soft kisses were pecked on your shoulder and your neck. "Good morning, Mr.Laufeyson." you mumbled, still too tired to open up your eyes.
"How do we feel this morning? " he groaned darkly against your silky skin and buried his nose into your hair. You couldn't overhear the self-satisfaction in his voice.
"Exhausted? Completely spent?...Sore!" you answered tiredly, your voice muffled by the pillow.
Loki chuckled smugly. "That's what I wanted to hear."
You sighed with faked annoyance.
"Enjoying yourself, Laufeyson?"
"Something wrong with that?" he asked, trying to avoid sounding too arrogant.
The audacity! But you expected nothing else from him. You turned around to face him and snuggled deep into his arms, your nose pressed against his chest. His masculine scent and his arms around your body made you feel safe.
"Did your husband ever satisfy you like this?" "I never asked him to fuck me like this."
"Why not?"
"I've never dared. I always thought he is afraid that he could hurt me, he would never fuck me too fiercely and he would never want to hurt me."
"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" Loki's voice now filled with concern and care.
"Nooo, you didn't hurt me, you did exactly what I needed and what I wanted you to do…except the ripping of my dress and underwear, that was not part of the game…it was all new and I loved it" you pouted, still snuggled up into his chest.
"Dress? You mean that piece of finest dark green silk that doesn't conceal anything! And underwear? You call your transparent lace thong underwear? It's literally a touch of nothing."
Loki laughed at you perplexed. You had to laugh too.
"Don't play coy with me, Laufeyson. I know you loved it" you teased him.
"Mmmm…yessss, I loved it. You looked so gorgeous and sexy last night and you knew exactly what you did to me, you little beast." he purred and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"It was part of our game last night…and thank you for following my…rules" you said to him playfully. Loki chuckled and cuddled up closer to you.
"My pleasure, pet."
"But I'm still sad because of my dress…" you pouted.
"When you're fully awake, then you should have a look into our closet, Mrs. Laufeyson…how could I destroy the sexiest dress you've ever worn for me" and he pecked your lips and gave you a kiss on the tip of your nose.
You gazed and smiled at him. He always looked so sweet and beautiful with his bedhead, his long black hair a curly mess.
"You fixed it?''
"Hmmmhmmm" he hummed in agreement. "I do everything for you, my Queen and I would like you to wear it again at the next party when we play a new game. And never be afraid of asking me if you want to try something new in the bedroom, okay my love? I'm your husband and you can tell and ask me everything." he told you softly and stroked your arm up and down gently.
"Did you enjoy it as much as I did, hubby?" "Yes, my love, I absolutely did and we can do it again whenever you want."
You grabbed his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss and when you had finished kissing him, you turned around again, your back pressed against his torso.
"Thank you, Lo baby. I love you." Loki was spooning you from behind, you clasped his forearm and he kissed your neck and your shoulder softly. You drifted back into a relaxing slumber…you definitely needed some more relaxation before you could think about which new game you wanted to play with him next…
"I love you too, my beautiful wife." Loki whispered and decided to join your slumber.
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The Stark Legacy (26)
Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn
Capacity, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)
Summary: Tony works with Namor to pay Lil'Sam's debt.
Warnings for canon-level violence (hunt for an enemy). Also, this was originally written way before MCU's version of Namor came to screen, and the character is more like the comics' version. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 2.5k
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX—April 2039
I do not want to die here. I will not die out here, Tony repeated again, watching Namor emerge onto the tiny island beach with a fresh catch of kelp in hand, and for once, a surprise of actual fish. As a superhuman, Namor understood very little about nutritional requirements for ‘surface-dwellers.’ Protein from fish was a treat that night.
Tony had never gone that long in space. Now on Earth, he felt pummeled towards the ground at all times. His muscles struggled; his lungs grew tired. ‘One step at a time’ became a mantra he repeated over and over. Namor, surprisingly, allowed Tony his time to physically recuperate as long as his mind remained in spitfire condition, which was no easy task while cut off from radio contact on a remote island.
The buoyancy in the water helped. His muscles needed the rest. Tony abhorred eating in front of Namor, the challenge being to lift the weight of the food and repetition of minute motion without any aid from his suit, but the King of Atlantis seemed unimpressed by Iron Man’s shaking hands or slow rehabilitation in normal gravity.
Friday used low-power mode to ignite the pile of wood he’d assembled then minimized his suit for his daily physical therapy, using his own muscles instead of his iron-aid. His initial fear of dying due to dehydration evaporated when Namor summoned clean, fresh water out of nowhere into a stone jug solely for Tony, but the island fruit, kelp, and odd fish diet left much to be craved. However, he was alive. Score one for Tony.
“This mother fish had a good life, and I feel you will appreciate her death so you may live.”
Yes, old lady fish sounds scrumptious. “I do appreciate it—her sacrifice,” he replied instead, “thank you.”
Unlike many other nights, Namor joined Tony by the fire, staring into the flames, the stars obscured by thick clouds. Tony would never get even the simplest signal through that mess. 
Every so often, Friday caught a transmission from Banner at HQ, but this pathetically remote, square-mile island couldn’t consistently ping any satellite. If Tony got Friday to boost the signal, he risked lowering his power supply. Namor had made it clear that he should be prepared to leave at any moment if the King received word of Tigershark, and Tony did not want to be stuck deep in the ocean, fighting water-breathers, when his O2 level went critical with little power. Within the last two weeks, there had been three sightings, but the pair had arrived too late.
Tony flipped the fish on the hot stone inside the flame, nibbling on yesterday’s dried kelp.
This was the first time in recent memory that Namor stayed top-side long enough for his hair to dry, curling gently around his ears. Despite the appearance of black locks and black eyes, when dressed with sufficient light on dry land, both were more chestnut, not so different from Tony’s before his hair had gone gray, before he started dying it back darker to stop references to ‘salt and pepper.’ Tony felt close to a panic attack every time someone uttered that phrase.
“I recognize him now,” Namor tossed into the fire. “I know why Tigershark came to Atlantis.”
Tony’s interest peaked though the king decided to extend the drama of reminiscing over a dance of gold and ember. He coaxed the seaman on, “and…”
“Todd Arliss, the sniveling, arrogant, swimmer from your country, regularly swam feats of endurance across unsafe waters. He caused dozens of other, weaker swimmers to attempt the same and fail. For months, areas of the seas were littered with bodies of men, women, and some children who died trying to emulate Arliss, yet he continued. One particular day, during some sort of human warrior show, a boy fell off a ship. That idiot Arliss stopped a professional team from rescuing the boy. He believed his show of strength was worth more than a minute of breath for the boy dying in the water,” Namor scowled while reciting his tale. “I sent a current to stop him. I snapped his spine against the ship and kept the boy afloat until a real rescue team came for them both. I should have drowned that fool.”
Tony remembered that feeling of regret so vividly. “So you made a demon and he haunts you. Been there.”
“You did. You made him, and now you know what—”
He forgot his cover. “Okay, first of all,” Tony blurted, too hungry and tired to hold his tongue, “I didn’t do anything to or for Arliss. That pompous—” He caught himself. “I’ve never met him, but I am partly, indirectly responsible for the technology that was stolen to change him, maybe. And second, he could not have become a water-breathing mutant on his own. We need who he’s working with. That’s the real evil.”
Namor considered Tony’s words without moving.
“Third,” Tony started again more calmly this time, “let’s review what we know.” Which would be a lot easier if I could talk to Banner. This is one of those times where listening would come in handy. If he hadn’t been off-world for so long, he would know the lay of the land better.“Actually, what do we know?”
“Tigershark—Arliss is not intelligent enough to do this alone. If you did not transform him, who did? No being in the ocean would dare give him that power.”
“If I could be on land, civilization land to speak to—” but Tony was stopped by the blazing eyes that met his.
“You will pay your debt, Stark.”
“Yes, but we need info. So bad guy on land needs to be tracked as we do on land. The fish haven’t produced any bubbles of wisdom have they?” Namor bristled, but Tony kept going. “Let me do this my way, and we can both get what we want—” he slapped the cooked fish onto a different rock to cool “—and some fries would be great.”
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Honestly, Tony was relieved that things progressed so quickly once he and Friday had access to what Banner and the team knew. He may not have had much time to chit-chat about, say, Sam, but that would have proved a distraction and possibly ruined the advantage of their freshest intel. Banner always had a way with tracking energy signatures; Tony called it ‘romancing the wave.’
Knowing the previous places Tigershark had been in the last weeks, Banner tracked anomalous weather buoy movement around coasts to narrow the mutant’s landfall location. From there, lacking social media or conspiracy theory postings about a shark out of water, he found city sewer plans for runoff pipes, dismissed pipes too small for a man-sized shark to wiggle through, and produced a short-list of convenient spots, such as abandoned warehouses or sparsely populated neighborhoods. Tony had never been so grateful for the well-oiled, well-funded machine that was his team.
Namor loathed hunting on land or spending any significant stretch out of the water. Tony loathed following a scantily-clad water-dude around. The man needed a super swimsuit with a lot more coverage, even climbing out of the tropical waters in between Belem and Sao Luis, Brazil. They didn’t have far inland to go and only four suspicious locations. 
Incidentally, the first location was correct, which left the two shocked and off-balance, scrambling when the door to the condemned building flew off its crooked hinges. The rusted metal smacked Tony’s suit in the jaw, making a toe-curling scraping noise all the way up the helmet.
Tony’s visual feed flickered. “Wild guess, we found ‘em.”
The once golden-haired Olympian emerged tall, now crowned by a sharp protruding fin atop his skull, ribbed faintly up the length of his back. The taut, thick grey skin covering his streamlined swimmer physique peeled away at the mouth to reveal three rows of tiny razor teeth. Arliss was disgusting, but while Tony picked apart Tigershark’s mutant puzzle, the man-creature rushed him with two outstretched arms tipped with heavily webbed fingers and thick nails.
A high-pitched scream rang out from the open doorway. Namor bolted inside, leaving Tony with a ravenous monster from the deep lunging toward him.
Arliss’s flat jaw, squared full of extra teeth and a shrunken, useless tongue, chomped at Tony’s face. Tony clamped his Iron hands against each end of his mouth while Slippery Todd latched around his waist. 
Tony wondered whether Sam had seen Todd like this and if she’d been scared. Had they threatened her to help them? Hurt her? Perhaps they lied, and Sam had no intention of turning a man into this…thing. 
His boot thrusters forced them off the ground a few feet, and without traction from his smooth skin and partial wet suit, Tigershark began to slide. Tony forced his legs into a slingshot arch that slammed the dangling, foreign weight to the ground.
The transformation must have added flexibility to Arliss’s bones. He slithered upright with teeth bared again.
“Namor,” Tony called. “You want a crack at this guy or what?” Tigershark was gone by the time he turned back around. “Shit,” he mumbled. While he tracked the low body temperature of the retreating mutant, his display warned of more than just Namor and his betrothed inside. “Friday, send a heat-seeker and a track-dart for good measure.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Inside, Namor battered his trident against a cage. Two doors in lay the blue-skinned body of a similarly slippery-suited woman. Tony blew the locks between Namor and Dorma until something far stronger blasted him against the opposite wall. Right, Beach Boy doesn’t know how to secure a damn building. Good news though: Friday confirmed nothing was broken.
A lanky, middle-aged man with a fierce widow’s peak in a white lab coat flaunted a comically giant gun, one heavy enough to require both hands and balancing on his hip. The white coat bore a slice across the chest, red at the frayed edges; Namor had gotten a strike in. Rambo waltzed right past the Atlantean king. Sparks zapped across the gun’s wide muzzle. Energy weapon, origin unknown. Friday searched for analysis. 
“Welcome, Mr. Stark, “the creepy doctor, assuming from the clothing, drawled in a thick accent. “I’ve been dying to know. How is our Harvard girl?”
Tony cocked an eyebrow, but Iron Man’s face gave nothing away.
“I was pleased to hear that moron of a king not only failed to kill her, but that my gift has borne the fruit of—”
“Your what now?” Tony half-listened, aiming a bullet at a tiny spot clear of the power source and the magazine within. He didn’t want to blow the whole place with a bad shot. “Look if ‘gift’ is a euphemism for,” an Iron arm swung past his crotch, “then you’ll have to book with a different therapist. Freud is available in hell on Tuesday. Please see the assistant.” Tony pointed, firing a small-caliber to disable the triggering system. 
The doctor’s gun died, sputtering an electric swan-song before dropping. His target remained unfazed by the loss of his weapon, and less fazed still by Namor bolting out to the sea with Dorma in his arms. 
The doctor grabbed his chest wound. “Oh please, Stark. Do you really not know? Are you that out of touch?” The bright white of his smile stood out against dark features. 
Tony ignored him, dispatching two magnetic cuffs at Dorcas’s wrists. He recognized the face now, vaguely, from when Agent Hill handed him a file in a room above the Earth. Doctor Lemuel Dorcas, known associate of Harvard professor Simon Marshall. Sam? She really met Tigershark? She really is mixed up in all this. 
“I’ll give you a hint,” the doctor continued, “What burns at 3000 degrees Celsius? What could stop a tsunami?” 
This guy was the link, the connecting puzzle piece. The glow in Bucky’s arm. Sam has Extremis. Sam is infected with Extremis? No broken bones, no healed fractures. 
The toothy grin shifted in thought. “You know, in a way, I have supported young Samantha’s development more than you yourself have. Does that make me a better father?”
Tony grasped Dorcas by the throat, but the doctor wouldn’t stop talking, spitting a few drops of blood with every few words.
“You fathered her, yes, but I gave her a way to leave you behind. I made her what she is now.”
Tony’s helmet popped open. “The hell you are—”
Spit flew red. “I gave her what she needed.”
“You gave her a virus. You made her sick.” Tony shook Dorcas, pulling against the magnetic restraints.
“I saw her potential, and I encouraged it,” Dorcas gurgled a laugh. “We helped her. Sam has friends now.” 
“You sick son of a bitch, you put her in danger,” Tony screamed so close to Dorcas’s face he could rupture an eardrum. “Now I’m gonna put you in the ground.” Iron Man’s palm pressed into the doctor’s gut with bruising force. “Slowly. Painfully.” He fired, the ringing of the steel bars behind his target echoing off the walls. Tony released his grip on the man’s throat and let the body drop to the floor like a wet sack of potatoes.
Dorcas slumped, hands high and pulled at unnatural angles by the cuffs. His gurgling stopped, and Iron Man left him there to die.
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Tony’s ears rang. A sharp pain stabbed him behind the eyes. His head throbbed. There was no sign of Tigershark aside from a tracker inside a chunk of flesh that appeared to be bitten off. Tony dutifully returned to the beach, but he did not go back into the water. 
No one was around. 
His mind turned over and over, his idea of his daughter being rewritten by the second. Child? No. Harvard? Not that type of student. His? He wouldn’t have done this. Would he?
The truth stung him deep inside. Tony absolutely had done it. He put toxic metal into his body, told no one he was dying, injected untested trackers under his skin, instigated a genocidal robot that almost wiped out the planet. He had done all of it in the hopes no one else would have to hurt—that was the lie he told himself. The motivations muddled and shifted: because it helps others, because you can, because it’s cool, sounds fun, challenges you, doesn’t challenge you, makes you impressive, saves lives, puts someone out of business, embarrasses someone. Vanity tied with charity in a bow. Philanthropy, indeed.
Tony watched the water with unseeing eyes.
“If I were an observant man, I would think you had an investment in this beyond my threat.” Namor returned from the sea to stand beside him. When Tony didn’t reply, the king relinquished, “go home, Stark. You have paid your debt.” Namor walked back to the surf, diving smoothly beneath the foaming crests.
“No, I haven’t,” Tony whispered to himself. His helmet shot back up over his face. “Friday, we’re going to headquarters.”
“Flight plan established.” The suit and Tony left the beach.
“Show me all files on Samantha Stark.”
“Yes, Boss. What year would you like to start with?”
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[Chapter 27: Pigeons]
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ace-of-gay · 2 years
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Hey I was reading about loki using magic for silly things and I got this idea. What if reader is in awe of just the idea of magic and tries to study everything she finds about it and maybe loki finds her just bouncing around her room cleaning and dancing on that song ' if I had magic' from the movie Barbie and the secret door. And maybe their relationship is new or something along this idea. I know this idea is probably very silly but maybe you can write fluff about this
Magic
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Loki x reader
No warnings just fluff
Reader: she/her pronouns
Strays from the prompt
Edited to the best of my abilities
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Youve been infatuated with the many different methods and functions of magic since you were little so when you found yourself as friends with someone who just cassually used it on a daily basis you were enthralled, you would visually follow his hands even when he was just talking, or even watchingas he used it to stir his tea while giving his book all of his attention, many silly things came about from his abilities.
getting to work with the avengers was probably one of the best benefits to your hyperfixation, at anypoint you could go to strange and request a book on asgardian magic, he never asked why but did find your facination for the subject amusing.
No matter how often you would beg and plead for loki to teach you he always shut the thought down, not aware that its because he liked your company and if having something that would bring you back to him over and over would give him the company he desired than so be it, that was until while reading one of the oldest books of asgardian magic stephen could find from the shadows of the back storage room in the sanctum library, you had accidentally managed to follow a step by step manual of the fireworks in your palm.
The small crackling of the illusion as the sparks leave highlights in the form overlaying the curves of your fingers, an elated grin growing quickly but all you could think about was showing loki when you got back to the tower.
That evening when you went about showing him he had expressed just how proud of you he was, that was also the night he had expressed his love for you, the desire that burned deep within his mind to keep you and love you for everything you are.
After all of that you were content with your fireworks that even though he still refused to teach you and still never mentioned why, you were completely fine, you had him, and he had you, but of course being as stubborn as you are, you of course managed to allude to your desire to learn more.
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Today, one of many days where you had offered to watch Morgan for tony and pepper, you have gone about doing so many times, ending up being the munchkins favorite aunt, it came time to work on lunch for the two of you so of course instead of actually making anything you ordered he favorite takeout which showed up quickly giving you time to eat and used the spare time to watch the ending of the barbie movie for what feels like the hundredth time.
The songs all being engraved into your mind she scrolls through the end credits finding one of he favorites, letting it play through and quickly followed by 'if i had magic', of all songs to stick with you from the many times watching the movie with tiny stark, even singing them to her ,to get her into a nap? The silly song just so happend to be the one you had every lyric memorized to, when the chorus would come you would open one your palms, using one to spin Morgan like a princess and the open one to light up the tiny fireworks, the two of you bouncing around on the balls of your feet as you hold the sleepy, giggling stark, using your other arm to quickly clean up the mess you encouraged earlier when she was building block towers.
Getting everything put away the songs playing through once more, looping back through to if i had magic ,you danced around with the little gurl in your arms humming some of the lyrics and singing the rest.
Little did you know stark and the crew including loki had gotten back from their mission early, everyone having already gone down the back halls to their rooms, tony and loki both stopping in the doorway to see you and sweet little Morgan almost asleep on your sholder as you swayed, the lyrics making loki chuckle causing both you and Morgans attention to shoot to where the sound came from to find Morgans elated dad and your just as happy boyfriend.
You set Morgan down and she runs to tackle tony down from his position of sitting on his haunches.
You follow over to the doorway, wrapping your arms around lokis sholders and his own snake around your waist, placing small welcome home pecks to his cheeks and finishing with a joyful kiss on the lips, pulling you against his chest and burying your face into the crook of his neck, "so you are getting little stark in on you desire to practice seidr? "
You chuckle but nod anyway with him knowing that you are joking, "come, you can shower and than use me as your pillow, come cuddle please" you murmur as tony takes the finally asleep morgan to her room. Loki picks you up into his arms, bridal style pulling a sqeakin suprise from your, quickly making his way to the room, tossing you onto the bed before rushing to take a shower.
After around fifteen minutes washing all of his body free of the sweat and small amounts of blood still caked to him, he emerges from the bathroom in just a pair of Sweatpants, "now i must cuddled you" he lays down wuth you, pulling your frame against his own and tucking his face into you neck under your chin, "missed you" you place a small kiss to the crown of his head, "missed you more".
You laugh at that "imposs-", he covers your mouth before you finish your response"shhhhh, sleep time".
"Yes of course my love" followed by one more kiss to the crown of his head, letting your head leaning back into the pillow and running your hand soothingly over his back, lulling him to sleep with just your touch, his rhythmic breathing and the small crest of a smile splayed on his cheeks as he rests, theres no need for magic when youre love for him is magical enough to put him to sleep.
Falling to sleep yourself matching his breathing with your own, letting the weight of his arms around your torso bring you to peace.
Oh how you loved him so much.
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Thank you so much for your request I know this one's a bit shorter than my usual I apologize for that I just haven't been very motivated lately. I hope you enjoy this and look forward to further interactions in the future if you ever want.
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  WINTERIRON
in cabin fever 
Time heals all wounds, years tend to help as well as the heartfelt apologises that are accepted over due time. Seven years have passed, Tony Stark had settled down with the man who he once held animosity towards... Now, the very man that fluttered his heart every time he saw glimpses of that 1940s man tragically ripped from time itself. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes-Stark had a long but flattering ring to it or he was in complete denial and stood alone on liking it but either way, he wore it with pride along with that golden ring with that one centred ruby. Content that he was able to try his hand at family life, something that was taken away from Bucky in the worst of ways. He fell into the domestic life easier then he had thought, it was quiet on the farm and still close enough to the city to have those daily visits from Sam and Steve to check in on them, keep them in the loop of the goings on and if their assistance is needed - never around Bucky though which had been noted by the former soldier.
Sam and Steve long side of Natasha had swung past their cabin, dancing around certain topics with Bucky that had irked him as he didn’t like being on the outside. But he kept face, lingering around corners to try to eavesdrop when he could and picked up on Steve’s poor lying about their not being a fight. In all the mayhem of their presences, Steve Jr had accidentally left his llama stuffed toy in his father’s workshop and only had it became an issue when bedtime was on the cards. And that caused Bucky to take his son on a scavenger hunt for Steve Jr’s llama, they had been searching all over when a light bulb went off in the toddler’s head as to where his teddy bear was which made a metal arm curl around his son to pick him from the ground, so he wouldn’t get dirty feet on the trek over to the shed. Quietly, the father and son slipped into the shed without being detected by Tony or the AI. Bucky’s eyes scanned over his husband, standing in front of a bunch of holographic numbers and letters -which meant nothing to Bucky- sights set more on the ruminated brood of Tony’s features. The genius had been popping blueberries all night to keep him awake in the late hours. 
“Doll, where’s the fight at?” Bucky’s voice rippled through the strangely silent workshop as he moved to grab the llama from the workbench which alerted Tony to his presence and that brought the ton-man’s shoulders to jolt in tension. “Not here...” Tony admitted but there was something off with his tone and Bucky was waiting for the but to come but it never did from Steve Jr stealing the spotlight from the heated topic, that would be addressed later. The toddler asked his dads if they could tuck him in, neither of them wanting to disappoint their child. So, the two husbands returned to the cabin and Bucky checked the closet twice and under the bed three times for monsters before Tony shared the story of the prince and winter’s knight. 
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y/n...stark?
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peter came to the avengers compound early to surprise Mr Stark but he bumped into....another stark?
warning: language
pairing: peter x Stark!reader
status: strangers
y/n's POV
I was doing my daily morning routine, stretching then getting ready for the day until I hear my dad shout my name
"YES DAD?" i ask rather annoyed that it's just the beginning of the day and he's already asking for me to do stuff.
"ITS YOUR TURN TO MAKE BREAKFAST!" he shouts..again, it's Tuesday already?  ughhh. i stumble tot the kitchen with a clearly amused face..can you hear my sarcasm?
"already grumpy huh?" Sam spoke trying to annoy me, which clearly worked.
"shut up Samantha" I give him the side look.
"stop calling me that!"
"not a chance" I stick my tongue out
"ok ok enough guys" my dad oh yeah did I mention my dad's Tony Stark? and the annoying dumbass beside me is Sam Wilson...the FALCON? well once you get to really know them they get very annoying.
"ugh fine, what do you guys want" I say trying to get this over with.
"LADY Y/N! IS IT HER TURN TO COOK?" Thor suddenly barges in, oh no.
"yes Thor now please take it easy on me and don't make me do 20 pancakes JUST for you" I practically beg
"well I'm sorry M'lady but a god has to eat" he says slapping his I-still-don't-know-how fit stomach.
"ugh..great" I say grabbing sauce pans and ingredients to the counter.
"good morning everyone, fury wants us for an emergency meeting" Steve announces giving me a salute to which I salute back, its kind of our thing.
"ok well *claps his hands* good luck y/n, we'll come back in like 30 minutes, oh and if you hear any footsteps go immediately to your room it's probably a cleaner or something" my dad says, the thing is..no one knows THE tony stark has a daughter.
only the avengers do, and its kinda hard living with with like 100 employees who don't know I exist, but that's why my dad made me a schedule.
if I remember correctly there is a new recruit who still doesn't know me yet, peter? I think? he always came in the weekends so I usually just hang out in the basement or in my room.
But I caught a glimpse of him once I couldn't see him really but from what I've seen he looked cute.
"yeah dad I know, don't worry" I reassure him.
"now go! I have a lot of cooking to do!" I say. once everyone left for their meeting I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play my cooking playlist.
peter's POV
I finished school early today, it was something about a kid exploding the lab by accident? I don't know I just thanked god it wasn't me because of my web fluids and stuff.
so on my way back home I realized I'll probably be home alone, mays at work right now and she'll come at like 8 or something. so I decided to surprise the avengers!.
when I came inside I couldn't hear anything which was odd because this building is the most chaotic building to ever exist. I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y where the guys are and she said they're all in an important meeting
"but Miss Stark is in the kitchen" she concludes, wait what? Miss Stark? does she mean Pepper? I got so confused but made my way to the kitchen.
while I was walking by the white halls I heard...was that Niall's voice? then i  recognized the song, it was 'live while were young' by probably the best boy band that ever existed for us Gen Z's.
but who would listen to one direction? I made everyone listen to it but only Thor, Quill, and Groot liked it, maybe vision but his expressions are unreadable, anyways I made my way to the big kitchen, the song was about to finish and I was only met by a very energetic girl dancing in the kitchen while making breakfast
"TONIGHT LETS GET SOME...and live while we're young" she sings the ending, and I clapped, it was the only thing I could do, my whole body was shocked when she turned around.
her messy bun with a few hairs framing her face and the white tank top that was covered by an oversized jacket, with a simple black leggings made her look beautiful, like seriously how can someone look this good in the morning?
"can I-I help you?" she chokes out looking scared.
"oh uhm who are you?" I ask her
"oh uhhh I can't tell you, are you some employee or student?" she says clearly nervous like her cover has been blown, why though?
"oh uhm no I'm not, I cant tell you either" I say rubbing my neck, she can't know I'm a recruit! she looked tense but then relaxed a bit and said
"wait- can you turn around?"
"wh- why? how are you here"
"can you please just turn around?"
"o-ok.." I turn around getting more confused
"are you the new recruit?" how did she?
"wait- how did you know, who are you?"
"oh uhm I'm y/n.....stark" so that's what F.R.I.D.A.Y meant by 'Miss Stark'! wait STARK?
"Mr Stark has a daughter?"
"yes yes he does and nobody knows about that except the avengers, so I figured if you're a recruit I could tell you, but I  don't know why dad didn't tell you" wait dad? oh yeah mister stark, I shook my head a bit to focus
"but why did you as me to turn around"
"oh uh *giggle* I've been eavesdropping on you and my dad's conversations...so I kinda recognized your hair then I asked you to turn around to make sure and i was right, sorry that sounds really creepy I-"
"no its fine *laughs* so you've been stalking me?" I smirk
"wha- no I wasn't I was just curious!" she defends
"its fine I was just messing with you"
"oh" she laughs. god her laugh is cute.
"oh I'm peter, by the way peter parker" I say extending my hand
"nice to meet you" she smiles
"you too" I say looking the cabinets "so what are you making?" I ask looking at the ingredients.
"pancakes...a lot of pancakes" I gave her a confused look tilting my head
"its my turn to make breakfast for the team, and Thor by himself eats like 20 pancakes" she says exaggerating the '20' I gave an 'oh' and nodded my head
"do you need help?" I ask her hoping she'd say 'yes'
"uhh sure!" wooohooo!!
"great" play it cool peter
y/n's POV
soo I unexpectedly met peter today, and I was wrong he wasn't cute, he was GORGEOUS. OH MY GOD, why did my dad keep him from me, I can't believe I'm crushing this quick y/n stop.
he asked me if he could help me, what a gentleman! I obviously said yes, trying not to sound too excited but I guess he caught on because he smiled to himself and replied with a "great".
so we were dancing together making pancakes and cutting fresh fruits
"no peter! that's the flour we need sugar! SUGAR" I laughed
"SORRY, SORRY" he laughs as well, to say we were chaotic was an understatement, but I loved every minute of it.
"PETER NO YOU CANT FLIP IT LIKE THAT!" but he was seriously driving me crazy.
"like this" I say scooting over to him, taking the spatula and slowly fixing his mistake, I didn't realize how close we were until I finished, our hips were basically glued together, his face was so close to mine, I could smell his fresh cologne. I absentmindedly lowered my hand while looking at him until some of the oil touched my skin.
"shit!" I flinched, almost falling but soon got caught by peter, his hands were wrapped around my waist securely.
"are you ok?" he asked lowly.
"yeah I-I'm fine" I've never been this close to a boy before, he looked genuinely worried which only erupted more butterflies in my stomach. 'I want to write you a song' by 1D came on, what a surprise! if you couldn't tell yet, I'm obsessed with 1D.
"thank you" I said wiggling from his grasp.
"oh sorry" he says and steps back, I already missed his touch, his warmth but I couldn't think like that so I just absentmindedly hummed to the song, swaying my hips while wiping the counters. after a few seconds, peter walked to my direction and extended his hands.
"wanna dance?" he says softly, can he get any cuter?
"wh- *giggle* of course" I say interlocking our hands. his hands were back around my waist, but this time he pulled me closer
"I wanna write you a song" we both sung quietly, smiling to each other. we kept swaying and swaying.
"hey y/n" he says getting nervous with every syllable coming out of his mouth.
"yeah?" I say looking up at his beautiful brown eyes
"w-would you like t-to hangout sometime?" he stutters, I just looked at him, his stuttering was so cute, why do I have such a soft spot for soft boys?
"you know coz I had so much fun today and-" he was trying to reason with me, then I realized I haven't said anything so I just hugged him tight.
"yes" I breath out "I had fun too" he looked relieved
"great" we kept swaying and laughing at some joke
"hey y/n is the pancakes ready, I'm starvi- WHAT THE HELL?" my dad suddenly enters, looking furious that some boy has his hands on his daughters waist, well he's technically not ANY boy am I right? we both looked terrified and obviously backed away from each other
"h-hey Mr S-Stark" peter says rubbing his back
"so you guys met, huh?" we both nodded sheepishly, looking at the ground.
"this is exactly why I didn't want you guys to meet at the first place" he face palms.
have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night <3
- quacksonlover
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auriel187 · 3 years
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Falcon and The Winter Soldier (and The Tigress)
Word Count: 1467
Warnings: Language
Ships: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader(eventually), Sam Wilson x Black!Reader (platonic)
A/N: If anyone doesn’t like the fact that the reader is black, go away.
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"This depression," said Wanda, "it is as if there is a force pressing down on me. So, this music that goes with that flow, that surrenders to the pressure, that's just assisting the depression, not me. I need the artists who struggle against depression and discover ways to win, how to step out from under this invisible anvil and rediscover the forces that uplift the soul." Y/n reminisced of the red headed telepath’s word from the last time they spoke.
She had always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. She had always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that began a while ago remains like a veil over her skin, grey and cold. And as she watches the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there is only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy. It sits like November rain on her skin, enough to chill what was once warm inside. At any other time she would have called a friend, asked for the warmth she needed to ward it off, just a little is enough.
No longer. Now she just lets it come, drop by drop and she feels like it is an ocean falling upon me instead of rain - that the grief of years she carefully suspended has all condensed right above her head into a cloud large enough to block the sun. They say it can't rain forever, that there will come a time when it must cease, that the last drop will have fallen. Thing is, she just doesn't care. She will still be true to myself, still help others, but she planned to just stay here in the cold, comfortably numb.
“Steve represented the best in all of us. Courageous, righteous, hopeful. And he mastered posing stoically.” The audience let out a small chuckle as Sam spoke fondly about the man whose shield he was holding.
Y/n felt her stomach twist as she saw the senator nod his head at Sam’s words. She watched as the smile faded before he continued. The sounds of cameras shuttering filled the silence.
“The world has been forever changed,” Sam continued “a few months ago, billions of people reappeared after five years away, sending the world into turmoil. We need new heroes.” It made Y/n shudder. ‘New heroes’ like the old ones were replaceable. Heroes like Steve. Like Tony…
Like Nat.
Steve giving his shield to Sam was a message. ‘Sam, I trust you will do the right thing, ' was that statement. Sam giving his shield to the Steve Rogers exhibit is the right thing. At least in his eyes. He was right, the world needed new heroes.
“Ones suited for the times we’re in. Symbols… are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning.” Y/n grimaced, fiddling with the bracelet that clung to her wrist. Her painted black fingers ran over the word ‘котенок’ as she walked with burning tears that she blinked them away. “And this thing…” Sam chuckled, staring at the shield. I don’t know if there’s ever been a greater symbol, but it’s more about the man who propped it up, and he’s gone. So, today we honor Steve’s legacy. But also, we look to the future. So, thank you, Captain America, but this belongs to you.” The room burst into applause as he placed the shield in a cube shaped display case.
When Sam spotted Y/n in the crowd, he hopped off the stage and walked up to her. He had a small smile on his face as he pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m glad you made it.” He whispered into her dark curls.
“Of course I came, Sam. You know what you and Steve are to me.” She kept her voice steady and cold, not that Sam seemed to mind. He of all people knew what would happen if she got emotional. The label angry black woman wouldn’t even cover it, being what she was, she would be shot on sight without question.
“Are you doing alright? It’s been a while.” He pushed her shoulder lovingly as a small grin broke across her face. She tried to play it off like she was fine, but Sam knew better.
“I just miss them. I’ll get over it.” Y/n replied with a shrug, the pressed silk top hanging loosely off her starving frame.
Grief made people do crazy things. In Y/n’s case the loss of three of the four most important people in her life made eating relatively hard. Especially when the three she lost would still be here if they hadn’t gone back to save the one she lost. Her loss stared her in the face every time she saw her one, and now only, closest friend. “Y/n, I think we both know that’s not true, otherwise you’d be over it. I know it’s hard. I can’t imagine the pain you’re going through but you can always talk to me.” To which she nodded. “Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.” He said quietly, backing away slowly, leaving Y/n alone. Y/n took a look around the room but found nothing left to keep her there, so she left, heading to the only place that felt like some semblance of home.
Standing in the building that reminded her of everyone she loved and lost, Tony Stark’s name, Steve’s punching bags, the room painted a deep scarlet with a mirrored wall. Y/n walked deeper into the room, peeling off her heels replacing them with ballet shoes before calling out, “Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y, Can you play my ‘Family Playlist’ please?” She asked, beaming at no one in particular when ‘Back In Black’ began playing over the speakers. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute as she danced on par as the music changed from song, after song, after song.
You pay for everything one way or another. If you are lazy you will pay with the pain of failure. If you love to eat and indulge you will pay with the price of your health and self esteem. Yet if you love ballet, if you wish to fly as if God had remembered to sew on your angel wings, you will pay in the pain of training, in daily dedication, sweat and struggle. If you love someone, you have to sit and watch them in pain, suffer in ungodly ways…die. Those who try to save the world are always the ones that die to save it. In this life, what are you paying for and how? The cost-benefit see-saw is always there. Y/n learned from an early age that her emotions were a thing to suppress, and so when the ballet teacher asked for them they came forwards as an untapped fountain and took all by surprise. They called this her gift. She called it her release. The only thing that kept her from lashing out.
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“You just keep dancing,” her teacher said, watching as she spun with excellent pursition. “You don’t stop until the burning in your body is too much.” Y/n was at that point but she pushed through it. She didn’t stop until the playlist ended and just as she made her way to the ‘Red Room’, her Red Room, she found her way home. Clicking the TV on to fill the silence her heart dropped when she heard it.
“-Unrest, in the wake of recent events, has left us vulnerable. Everyday Americans feel it. While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country. We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values. We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero.”
She was physically quaking with unbottled rage. Her eyes were trained on the TV as a man, a white man, came into view on the screen waving it around like it was a fucking trophy to flaunt. She unconsciously walked up to her flatscreen and waited. She wanted to hear them say it. She wanted to see if they had the balls to say it.
“Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.” She punched the TV with the force that caused her knuckles to bleed. Right in the face of the man carrying Steve’s shield. Sam’s rightful shield!
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namjoon-koya2 · 5 years
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Marvel Masterlist
Avengers x reader
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Protecting you.
Sacrifice.
Magnets.
Not so normal.
Alone. Part 2
Never gone.
Not everyone can snap
Recruited.
Avengers taking care of you would include...
Celebration.
Changes.
Daily mornings.
Avengers celebrating your birthday would include..
Steve x reader
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I know you
Tough one.
Names.
Please don’t forget me. ( Bucky x reader platonic)
“Does anyone want to get out?”
Ill see you soon. (Endgame spoiler)
Being Steve’s daughter would include...
The revange Of time (prologue)
Bucky x reader
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I know you.
Let me help you. 2
Thank you dad
Mission
You’re my light.
Stubborn.
Falling. Part 2
Uncle Bucky.
Counting.
Being Bucky’s daughter would include...
Remembering.
Purest moments.(Endgame spoilers)
Daughter of no one. Part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10
“I can’t just sit by, and let her do that.”
“Just give it to him.”
Bucky dating Peter’s older sister would include...
Promises.
First time.
Moments like this.
His name.
Planetarium.
Peter x reader
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Can I have this dance?
In the arms of my first love.
Heritage.
Spring confession.
So i shut him up.
In love with a vigilante.
You can’t tame a vigilante.
This is family (Endgame spoilers)
Cast a spell.
Friendship.
“I needed to save you too.”
Crimes and Punishment*
Loki x reader
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Queen of pranks.
Safe. (W/ Thor) Part 2.
Confessions.
Past reflections. (Endgame spoiler)
Being Loki’s daughter would include..
Family reunion (with Hela)
Loki having a son would include...
Prophecy.
Number one fan.
Tony Stark/ Iron Man
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“So was I.”
Legends are made. (ENDGAME spoiler)
Tony adopting obadiah’s son would include...
Being Tony’s son would include...
Always your little girl.
She doesn’t hate you (with Pepper Potts)
Tony going shopping with his son would include...
Twins.
Birds and the bees
Nightmares.
You better run.
Race ya.
Tony helping you with an anxiety attack.
Little touch of heaven.
Imagine Tony’s son protecting him from Ross..
“I’m not ready for you to go.” EG SPOILERS.
Thor
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Being Thor’s daughter would include...
Avengers x avengers
Ultimate team
Natasha
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Being Nat’s son would include...
Stark vs Romanoff.
Helping hand.
Bruce Banner
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Being Bruce’s daughter would include..
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Being doctor Strange’s daughter would include..
Doctor Strange’s daughter having a crush on Peter, but thinks he’s in love with MJ..
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lokibug · 5 years
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Darkness
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Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader
Summary: You have an power that is set off far more rapidly due to mood, you often reduce your feelings. Loki understands and helps you embrace your negative emotions.
Warning(s): Mental Health issues, Cursing, Angst
A/N: This isn’t the best organized story but sometimes we need to cry and this is a story about that. Ive also got a quote from somewhere that inspired me to write this. I’m not positive where from, though.
The ceiling. The ceiling is the first thing y/n spent staring at every morning for an hour. The composure was something she needed, to endure the rest of the day. Recently being able to do so had become more and more of challenge.
Just like any other day, she refreshened herself in the tower’s bathroom. However, she was in luck since she had the level all to herself. Typically Wanda would be in her chambers but she was on leave alongside Vision. They had taken up a small mission in Japan.
Today would be normal, quiet. Everyone would be to themselves and the day would be over just as quickly as it had started. Perhaps she would just take a walk around the park, see a movie alone. Avoid the others as much as she could without giving off the wrong impression.
Running a hand through her hair, she walked into the dining room. Suddenly all the voices that were speaking in hushed tones, silenced.
“Happy Birthday, y/n!” the team mates spoke in unison.
Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she glanced at the tower of iced and sprinkled waffles placed upon a silicone plate. Her eyes darted from the waffles to the nearby window and panic slightly spread through her body. Seeing the clouds pick up pace she took a deep breath and masked a smile. She couldn’t let her emotions get the best of her, her powers came with a horrid side effect. Weather change.
“Thank you guys,” she rubbed the back of her neck, “how’d you know?”
Folding the newspaper he was reading, Tony peeked behind his reading glasses, “Your file. Pepper did the honors of filing your birthday into the system last year when you joined the team.” He stood up and glanced at the waffles. “The tower of diabetes was the kid’s idea.”
Peter came into the dining room sliding with his socks upon his feet. “Aw! Did you guys surprise her without me?”
“If you had gotten up on time then you would’ve been here, kid.” Tony spoke after sipping on whatever was in his mug.
“Thank you Peter.” Y/N said after containing herself. She allowed a small smile as he embraced her gently. Along came birthday wishes from the rest of the team before they exited for their daily duties.
The one person y/n’s eyes searched for, was Loki. She met them when he was gently leaning against the marble counter. His eyes fixated on her as if he had been studying her since entered the dining room. Noticing her notice him, Loki lifted up the glass mug in her direction slightly without any words spoken. She delicately nodded as if to say, “Thank you for not making a huge deal of this nightmare of a day.”
Snapping her out of her thoughts, Thor placed a hand on her shoulder, “Congratulations on your day of birth lady y/n. Jane sends her best wishes.” A Congratulations wasn’t the term that should be used for such a day in her mind. It was...a mistake. Instead of indulging her new friend in her sorrows, she smirked and nodded.
“Thanks Thor, tell Jane thanks too.” He smirked and sat back down at the table.
Loki unfolded his arms from his chest and began walking forward. He met eyes with y/n and stared at her till he walked past her with the mug.
Loki and y/n shared an unspoken bond. They were both...different. They weren’t naturally gifted with being as honorable as their team mates. Both were once considered a villain of the public.
Y/N had been misguided while aging, raised by those with malicious intentions. This was only the path down the wrong road, that was until the avengers met her. Last minute, using her abilities for the greater good.
Now that she had a new found family, disappointing them was a crippling thought. Lately, the pressure was on. Any normal person suffering from these anxiety attacks could embrace them...feel them. Y/N on the other hand, anxiety was the first step in obliterating the streets with hectic winds and disaster.
In her eyes, being alone was a simpler task than interacting. Y/N glanced at the stack of waffles and sighed. There was a delicately iced spider right on top along with a little sun resembling her own power. She cradled the overly heavy plate and walked back towards her room and allowed the door to shut lightly behind her.
Loki glanced out the window of his bed room clenching the coffee mug in his pale hands. The skies were gray, typical for New York on a normal. However, the newscast had predicted otherwise as they were expecting sunny skies. Being the mischievous person he was, he snooped through y/n’s file upon her arrival. She was like him, a villain, in his right mind, he wouldn’t trust someone like this. Upon reading through her records, he discovered a few things about her. Ever since, analyzed and watched her in silence.
“Birthday blues?...” he mumbled while taking another sip.
Y/N glanced in the mirror as she popped two anti-depressant pills into her mouth. She barely recognized herself, if she thought she was furious with herself before...she was beyond a breaking point now.
“Y/F/N (friend’s name) you would’ve really enjoyed it here,” she sat upon her bed clutching the torn up teddy bear, “the coffee doesn’t taste like the shit we found outside Mc Donald’s.” Y/N’s transforming mission was also the one that cost her, her best friend. Survivors guilt was all that could describe her feelings. That, blaming herself for being brought into this world, not saving her...became a reaction to the mental battle she faced daily.
Memories roamed her mind and she gently closed her eyes in hopes of stopping them from racing. Sleep arrived, saving her from herself once more.
Hours later, Y/N stood in front of that haunting mirror image. Only this time it was decorated with an expensive dress and a mask of makeup. Instead of her bed room, it was the bathroom of the expensive venue Tony rented out for the evening. He had planned a birthday celebration with Pepper for y/n a month ago. Among the guests were her team mates, members of other teams, fellow company employees, along with their plus ones. Y/N had made her way to the bathroom for a simple breather. Mingling with people she hadn’t met before and being handed drinks she didn’t want to drink with food she didn’t want to eat, drained her.
As she exited the bathroom, she stood in the hallway staring at her phone. Her heels pressed into the fancy carpet as she bit her knuckle. An immense feeling of escape was bubbling and it was dancing with the fear of disappointing her friends.
“Alone when there’s such a...lovely? Party going on in your honor?” A voice spoke snapping her out of her trance.
Her face rose to meet the eyes of none other than Loki. She had to admit he did look amazing in a suit. “I um,” she smiled widely, “just about to head back.” Her face was pure lies and Loki knew it. It almost pained him to see it unfold before his own eyes when he knew the truth.
“Of course, after 30 minutes of standing in the lady’s room admiring yourself I’m guessing,” he sarcastically commented, “unlike the baboons I share a roof with, I notice my surroundings...all of the time.” He stepped closer to her. His eyes scanned her whole domineer, it baffled him how no other member took notice in her obvious suffering.
“What now? You going to go run and tell Tony how I hate this expensive and beautiful party he’s given me? Because if you are, it’s only going to cause more problems that I don’t need.” She slid her phone back into her purse.
Loki let out a soft chuckle, “The opposite actually. Come hither, we’re leaving.” He turned his back and began walking towards the exit in the hallway.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as to just what he meant. He glided with confidence that she’d follow, and she did. The shuffling of her dress made it known that she had. Soon they were outside and Loki had shifted from himself to Tony.
“W-what do you think you’re doing? What’s going on?” She said in a worried voice as she glanced around.
“Be quiet love, I’m taking you somewhere and I can’t let you ride on my back. Well...I can but that’s hardly appropriate.” He smirked and turned towards her.
Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes but remained silent. They approached the valet parking attendants and Loki cleared his voice, managing his best Tony impression. “Yes, can you fetch my car.”
The young man looked up quickly and said, “Oh Mr. Stark—why are you leaving so early?”
He looked towards y/n, “My dear friend here is a bit under the weather. I’m going to take her home. So please, my car.”
“Why yes of course sir, right away. Bring up Mr. Stark’s car.” He commanded another attendee.
Loki turned towards y/n and smirked. She crossed her arms and huffed beneath her breath, “You’re unbelievable. He’s going to find out and when he does, you’re not taking me down with you.”
Soon a shiny black Lamborghini was pulled in front of the two and y/n’s jaw nearly dropped. She was still not used to Tony’s luxurious living and this was astonishing.
Loki went to the car and opened her door for her as she entered. He got in through the other side.
“Thanks!” He shouted before driving off quickly.
Y/N gasped, “I don’t even have a seatbelt on, wait.”
Loki’s green magic shimmered over him as he transformed back into himself, “For someone who can take the power of a lightning bolt through her body, you’re quite jittery.”
Going full speed, he made his way through back streets all the way to a back highway.
“Shut up. Where are we going? This is technically grand theft auto.” She gripped her knee as she seen the moon slightly disappear behind dark clouds. Noticing this, Loki smirked to himself.
“Well would you rather me leave you at the party with people that don’t even know your name?” He shot back.
“Yeah because you know me so well.” She sarcastically spoke.
Loki gripped the wheel as he made his way around the road. Y/N couldn’t admit it, but it was a thrill. Being used to not feeling anything, this was a nice change. Though, her eyes were still fixated on the sky.
“I know you far better than you think.”
Her eyes glanced at the man driving and he peeked back at her through the corner of his eye. He pushed forward.
Twenty minutes passed when he pulled over to the side of the road. A landscape, a clear landscape of nothing but dirt and rocks. “Out.” He commanded.
She blinked a few times as she glanced around, “Where the hell are we? Loki, why did you bring me here?” She was becoming agitated as she seen him smirk.
The clouds began letting down small sprinkles of water. He walked towards the middle of the landscape and shouted over to her, “You’re living a lie.”
She remained quiet as she walked towards him, a small panic scorching her body as she felt the small droplets of water.
“I...I have to.” She was tired of lying. Loki standing here in front of her, confronting her...she didn’t feel the need to lie. She felt as if she were five inches tall.
“For what? For them? The public?” He spat out. In a way he was almost scolding himself.
“Why does it matter to you anyways?” She angrily spoke back as the rain moved faster.
“Y/N I watch you, every single day. You pretend to be someone you are not. Righteous. Pretending like you’re not angry at the universe for taking what’s yours.”
Her heart thumped as she grit her teeth together, “I asked why do you fucking care!”
He gripped her shoulders, “Because! You’re like me! You’re dying inside and it’s painful to watch! I’m here to teach you how to rid yourself of the burden you’ve carried so long, y/n.”
She looked up at him as her chest heaved and the rain began soaking their hair. “You won’t feel the same about me if I do..” she mumbled looking down. The attraction towards Loki wasn’t something she denied but how could she allow herself into someone’s life if she could barely endure her own?
Loki circled her and stood behind her, “Light is easy to love...show me your darkness.”
The rain dripped down her cheeks as if she were showering. Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. “I can’t...” She croaked out as tears fell.
“Yes you can y/n. Never deny your feelings...”
“I’ll hurt people, I-I don’t wanna do that anymore.” She turned to face him.
“There’s no one for miles, love. Let me show you.” He took her hand and faced the other side of the road. He took a deep breath before screaming as loud as he could into the raining night sky. Y/N watched him and her hand shook along with the rest of her body. He took a deep breathe, “You try.”
Y/N looked at him for reassurance and he nodded, “Ahhh!” She screamed out and thunder rumbled.
“Yes, keep going y/n. Do it again. Shout it, what troubles you.” He released her hand and stepped back.
She nodded and looked down, “I hate you! I hate being you! You let her die!” She sobbed as the rain hit down harder than before. Lightning sparked in the clouds. “You’ll never be what they want you to be! I’ll never be that! I’m here! I exist!” She screamed out while her arms extended. Loki watched cautiously as her body shook and he held an arm over his head to stop the rain from hitting his eyes.
“I-I’m here! I made it!” Right as she shouted a bolt of lightning struck down in front of her causing her to fall to the ground and dig her hands into the muddy floor. Her shoulders shook and immediately Loki went over to her and collected her into his embrace.
“I exist..” she mumbled into his shoulder as she cried.
“I know y/n...and you’ll keep living...” he rubbed the back of her soaked head.
She gripped onto his suit tightly embracing him. The negative feelings being released and a weight off her shoulders, “Thank you...thank you so much.” She said into his neck. “You have no idea...h-how long I’ve been waiting..”
“...Happy Birthday y/n...”
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