#avengers x ps reader

[crazyunsexycool]

stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.

ps. i love your writing!!💗😍

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Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things

Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.

It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.

“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.

“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”

A smile appears on your lips as you nod.

“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.

You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.

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You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.

Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.

The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.

“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.

You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.

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Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.

By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.

They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.

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“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.

“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.

“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.

As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.

“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.

“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.

“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”

“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”

“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.

“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”

“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”

“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.

Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.

“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”

“Please, need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.

He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”

“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”

“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.

“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. “Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.

The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.

“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.

As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.

They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.

“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.

“Omega?”

“Please, need to feel you.”

“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.

“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”

You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”

“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.

“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”

His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.

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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.

The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.

“Steve, are you ok?”

His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.

“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”

“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.

“Of course.”

Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.

This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.

“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.

“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.

“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.

Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.

“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.

The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”

You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.

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You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.

Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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[thebunnyslibrary]

Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble ❤️

wc. ~1500

pairing. Bucky x Curvy!Reader

summary. Reader is alone and in the gym on Valentine's Day of all days. Until the man of her dreams Bucky Barnes wanders in and offers to be her sparring partner...

an. I had a last minute idea for a drabble......that then morphed into TWO ideas!! Bucky is first up and I have another idea with Loki that I should hope to finish in the next couple of days. (PS I haven't forgotten my last Ficmas fic. I just kind of hit a wall and i'm still struggling to get over it. Maybe this will help.)

Also big shout out to @chasingmidnights for helping inspire me today ❤️

Going to the gym wasn't exactly your first choice of things to start your Valentine’s Day; but here you were. You preferred to come early early, still dark out early, for two reasons. First for being a bit of an early riser yourself. Usually not as early as you were today, but enough that in the summer, you were able to hear the birds sing at breakfast.

 The second that there were less people to stare at you. Confident as you were in your curves, the world had not gotten used to the idea of fat people working out in gyms NOT to lose weight add you’d rather not start today, of all days, that way. Valentine’s Day. You had no real hatred for it. But you did get a little jealous sometimes when you walked in the office and saw so many other desks littered with flowers and candies. But you couldn’t recall a time someone had sent you so much as a single rose.

This year, you’d decided to take the self-care route. You’d ordered takeout last night and tucked it away in the fridge for tonight, along with a slice of your favorite cheesecake from the old-fashioned delicatessen down the street (family owned since the days Tony’s father running Stark Industries). You’d chosen not to weep for your singleness but instead use it as a night of rest and recovery. A good meal, a nice book and your favorite vinyl record along with a long soak in the tub were you self-loves tonight…and your now charging vibrator would take care of the other kind too.  You just had to make it through the day.

                Even though you were a desk jockey, there was a physical exam all SWORD agents had to pass. You weren't extraordinarily physically gifted, but you could kick but in Just Dance when you wanted to. Unfortunately, the virtual reality sparring simulator at the Avengers compound certainly wasn't as fun as silly dance moves to 70s music in your apartment You knew sparring with the examiner wouldn't be like this, but you had no one else to spar with. And that was where Bucky found you.  

"If you'd like I can practice with you, agent." He’d startled you as you quickly removed the virtual reality headset and turned to see him standing there. It was amazing how well he fit into modern clothing.  He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off this metal arm. You’d never seen his arm this closes and you were in awe of the Wakandan craftsmanship. You'd long admired the former assassin, but never thought in a million years he'd notice you. He was the dark contrast to Captain America, the golden boy. Both were incredibly handsome but there was something mysterious about him that drew you to him. You could easily see why he’d been a lady’s man in the 40s. And you were just a desk clerk. You couldn’t compete with the women, all of whom looked like super models, that threw themselves at him.

You looked around, not seeing any one else and turned back to him, standing there and looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. You nodded and quietly responded.

"Uh...yeah. that would be nice."

Sparring with Bucky gave you a much better experience. Being able to actually fight someone who was there instead of just a simulation felt great. Even though you were sure Bucky was taking it easy on you, you were a lot stronger than you thought, not to mention quick. You were able to duck and dodge and lay a few quick jabs to his chest. And that was nothing compared to how confident you felt, and how good Bucky looked. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a smile never leaving his face. Once or twice you’d stared a little too long and he’d gotten a few jabs in, but you recovered quickly. 

 At one point he had his arms around you in a hold and you were amazed how warm he felt. His chest brushed against your back and you let out a little gasp that you prayed to God he didn't hear. But you saw the smirk play at his lips.

"Sorry, doll. I run a little warm cause of the serum."

"It's alright.” You said, sheepishly. “Your touch actually feels nice." You bit your cheek as you realized how wrong that probably was to say. To your surprise, Bucky didn’t mention it.

"Well the best way to pass a test is with the proper tools. Not with Tony’s toys." He said, rolling his eyes. “And your touch feels good too.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise before he continued “You’ve got a good strong grip.” He shot you a wink and you couldn’t begin to process what he meant when the sparring resumed. Bucky and you trained for a good hour or so and by the end you felt much better about the exam.

Bucky also took the time to show you a few new self-defense maneuvers. He was demonstrating a quick way to hit someone in the gut before raising your hands up to hit them in the face.

"It's one fluid movement." He guided your arms. By now you were CERTAINLY used to his touch. Especially in moments like now where you when his arms where wrapped around you to guide you.  You'd never felt more safe and secure.

"Like this...." You jabbed your elbows backwards before swinging are your arms up, hands closed together and you FELT the contact against Bucky’s nose as you'd executed the move perfectly. But your pride turned to panic as Bucky grunted, then started a fit of coughing as you realized what you’d done.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. I mean... oh shit. Uhm. Captain America is gunna kill me.... Sargent Barnes uhm...sir...?? Are you okay??"

Bucky coughed a few more times, before his breathing finally shallowed. His hand was clutch his nose, now paying attention to that and feeling to make sure it wasn't broken before he finally spoke to you.

“Well doll, I certainly didn't expect you to knock the wind out of me twice in one day. But I'll take it. And you can just call me Bucky.” He said and you felt like you were going to faint. Had he just said what you thought he did?

"Wha...what...? Twice?" you said in disbelief.

“Sure doll.” Bucky admitted. “First was when I walked In here today.  Though I have to say you've done it a few times before that" he admitted. “Like the other day when I dropped off that paperwork and you looked so beautiful in your blue dress.” He bit his lip, recalling the memory.

“You're not. You're not serious, right?” He couldn’t be.

“Yeah. Uhm. I am doll. I’ve been wanting to say something for a while but I was worried you were scared of me.”  Your heart twinged a little and you gently placed your hand on his mechanical arm.

“Not at all Bucky. In fact, I’ve liked you for some time as I just…didn’t think you’d notice me. You could have any girl you want and I’m just a desk clerk.” You said. “Not a supermodel or a superhero. Or anything special."

“Hey listen to me. You’re absolutely gorgeous doll. Why do you think I’m the one that’s always bringing you everyone else’s paperwork.” You thought for a moment before you realized it was true. You’d never noticed it but while you often saw other Avengers dropping off work to someone else, whenever something had to come to you, Bucky was always the one to bring it. “It’s the highlight of my day when I get to see you. His words, full of honesty and admiration made your heart swell. He placed his flesh hand over yours and squeezed it tight. You gazed into the crystal blue pools of his eyes as he broke the moment.

“Besides everyone knows it’s desk clerks that makes the world go round. Trust me, My ma worked as a secretary for a while. The stories she could’ve told.” You both laughed at that and you loved his laugh. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him really laugh before. It wasn’t as deep or boisterous as Thor’s. Rather it pattered and reminded you of summer’s rain on a wooden roof. And you loved the way his shoulders shook, even if it wasn’t that big of a laugh.

“Listen, doll, I know it's super last minute...and if you didn’t already have plans tonight… I We'll never get a reservation anywhere. But you could come back to my place and I could cook you dinner? Maybe we can watch a movie?” Bucky asked. You smiled and happily replied.

                “It's a date.”

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 374

Previously On...: You've realized this situation with Bucky and Jade can not go on. After checking the Tower's systems, the only thing you've found that Jade's been looking through is Bucky's old records.

A/N: Another shortie; sorry! I'm a Hudson River Girl, so I LOVE the Hudson River School, and Church is particularly close to my heart. This is the painting in question.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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You made your way back to your room, trying to decide what you wanted to do for dinner, and assuming you’d be on your own for it. By now, you and Bucky were supposed to be dining along the Hudson River, getting ready to drive out into the mountains for your stargazing. Instead, he’d be sitting at Jade’s bedside and you’d be wondering how much longer you were gonna put up with this shit, as Sam so eloquently put it.

When you entered your room, you gasped. Propped up against the foot of your bed was a canvas painting– Frederic Edwin Church’s Moonlight in the Tropics, from his Twilight in the Tropics series– with a red bow stuck to the corner. You’d been a fan of the Hudson River School of painting since the first time Tony took you to see an exhibition years ago, and Church was your favorite by far. 

You slowly approached the canvas, almost afraid to get too near it. The last time it had gone up at auction, you knew it had fetched over $1.2 million. This had to be a reproduction. Tentatively, you reached out a hand and delicately traced a fingertip over the brushstrokes. If it was a reproduction, it was damned good. 

You gently pried off the bow to find a note. In Tony’s messy scraw, you read:

‘I’m so sorry, Pocket. I never should have dragged your personal business in front of the team like that. I hope you can forgive me.

Tony.

PS- Yes, the it’s real deal’

You sighed and shook your head. Tony fucking Stark. You pulled out your phone.

>> You’re a fucking dumbass.

IronBossMan: Apology accepted, I take it?

>> You’re lucky you’re family.

IronBossMan: Yes, I am. Very much so.

>> How’s Rhodey?

IronBossMan: Good. Stable. Hasn’t woken up yet, but Banner’s hopeful for a full recovery.

>> Good. I’m glad.

IronBossMan: Me, too.

>> Goodnight, Boss.

IronBossMan: Goodnight, Kiddo.

You’d have to get the tools necessary to hang it up in the morning. For now, you propped it up on your desktop. Crawling onto your couch, you tucked your knees under your chin and held them to your chest while you stared at the painting. Not his most expensive apology, but far more meaningful to you than the Ferrari. 

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[deliciousangelfestival]

You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Coldness is my love for you

Loki x fem!reader

warning : obsession, kiss, Loki using is powers, wounds, hurt/comfort kinda, kidnapping

Summary : What was supposed to be a simple meeting between the representatives of the twelve worlds. But an attack not only changes everything, the King of Jotunheim also strikes and finally takes what is rightfully his.

Info : The first Marvel work here wow finally a little motivation for Marvel eventho I'm not really anymore watching the latest movies and shows and stopped after Loki Season 1. I still wanna write for it so here we are plus the Fandom is still in me somewhere ;) Have fun reading.

Ps : Favorite movies : Thor.1 & Blade

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She had never seen him as cold. She never had. Ever since she had met him, the prince no the king of Jotunheim at a gathering of the worlds.

She, as a human representative of Mitgard, was also present, together with the Avengers, only as a legal representation, even if this seemed almost superfluous in the face of the gods. But then what? Right, the attack by someone unknown, something or someone who did not belong to the twelve worlds, someone from outside.

But the attack, even if the gods could defend them well, she still felt the fear as she faced these hideous figures. Herself without weapons, without strength and without a plan of battle.

She was a human, not a god or a super-trained assassin. She was just a damned substitute. She had seen Black Widow stand in front of her as the Avengers protected her agent and fought the creatures.

She could do nothing but clutch the pen in her hand tightly and hide behind one of the already overturned tables. Clutching her "weapon" tightly, she felt the floor vibrate as the powers of the gods and fighters seemed to break the room.

Her heartbeat was almost chewing the drones inside her as the battle went down. In her trembling hands the pen that had almost made her cry as she realized she should have stabbed the monsters with a pen. But in her fear she let out a scream as suddenly the wooden table was torn away. It wasn't one of the Avengers or well-meaning gods.

These creatures had found her in the turmoil of battle and made her the new target for death. Fear was in her eyes as she looked up and backed away, staggering and barely standing on her feet.

The pen in her hand all the more ridiculous as she held it in front of her. What was she supposed to do? But before she could even use the pen, something else reached her. Ice. Light and dark shimmering solid ice that had placed itself between her and the creature like a wall.

Her breath escaped in a cloud due to the rapid drop in temperature. ,,No monster should hurt a lady in my presence," she heard that voice, the silver tongue, the serpent, the god and king of Jotunheim. She saw the green eyes looking at her with amusement. This god of mischief was having fun with all this chaos as the scriptures and books always said.

His words at that time were still full of goodness, so disturbing that she didn't recognize the lie. But she should have seen it. She was only half aware of the brutal, almost joyful act of killing the creature.

She saw exactly how the warm red blood ran down the ice, steaming slightly, but it was a minor matter in the sight of the god. Because the only thing that mattered was his beautiful eyes, the green that attracted her and slowly turned red, the red of his true form.

The red of the ice giant's true form before she felt his cool hand and her vision blurred. The last thing she saw before he took her in his arms and disappeared was her friends, the end of the fight and the feeling that she would never see them again.

A feeling she was to prove right.

Because even now, weeks later, they had never seen their homeland, the earth, the avengers, their friends or family again. The only thing she saw in this cold great palace was the ice, the green of magic, when she tried to get out his spell simply created a new door, wall or end.

As well as finding him sitting on his golden throne. ,,The throne that belongs to me" she heard his voice in her head, a painful memory as his hand gripped hers so tightly that his ice threatened to pass to her and she was reminded every day by the freezing burn of what that meant.

He was a god and a king of this ice planet, but she was sure he couldn't feel love, he was simply obsessed with her. ,,My dear, you quickly understand that here on this ground... you are my property" he had said to her after a few days when she still thought the Avenegrs would come or he would take her home.

But no. It was more her fear and questioning that annoyed him when he told her this. A fact she knew to be true. For he presented her with a room of considerable size with bookshelves, a bed and although not made of ice it seemed freezing cold.

The walls and floor, though barely visible, were covered by a sheet of ice that he could see. When she moved, walked around or just breathed, he saw everything. Like a bird in a cage. Like his property as he placed more and more precious jewelry on her body.

The gold rings, the dark red gemstones, the green of her rings or the blue on her necklace. No matter what he gave, it wasn't for her, it was for him to make his property even more beautiful. ,,I've brought you something pet," she heard, as she did every day, if you could call it a day on this planet. She was almost grateful for every moment she didn't spend sleeping when he let her sleep in peace. She didn't have his attention.

But even this was only at first. ,,Thank you" came from her lips, a word she had said too often recently. She did almost nothing else but thank him, thank him. Being grateful to him was the only important thing for him.

Because that meant her love it was not a question for him she had no choice and the sooner his darling would accept this the easier he would become for her in the long run. His steps came closer, his magic passed through the ice and a chair formed beside her.

His form, though now human, she knew that when the light of the other worlds shone through the ice, his emotions came out or when he frightened her. Which he did with every second. Ever since he had "saved" her.

She barely felt the cold of the jewelry because nothing could be colder than his love. The love he gave her, she tried to lie to him when he didn't care. But she knew she would be lying if she didn't respond to him. The beginning of the beginning that still made her heart beat.

His touch was warm and not cold, his love in the form of tenderness and understanding was attractive and there was even a moment when she had loved him. But now she was his pretty jewel. Feeling his cold blue hand on hers, she looked up and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes.

He licked around her jewelry, his touch gentle, and yet she felt the warning chill he could freeze her into a sculpture, and yet he didn't. ,,Fear doesn't suit you dear," he said and something stirred in her eyes and she came back from her aversion, her thoughts.

She was with him again and saw from his grin that he knew. ,,I'm-I'm not afraid," she said to him, but she knew that he didn't even hear it, on the contrary. His hand wandered further up her warm body, searching for her warmth, something he didn't have.

She knew she was tense, knew he still needed her as leverage for the other worlds, or at least her earth. His kisses, which seemed nothing but cold, were full of love. ,,Of course you didn't," he smirked, the green of his eyes returning as she saw his true form recede.

He knew that although it fascinated her, it was like an escape reflex. You could burn yourself on any fire and you could also get freezer burn on a cold blue flame like his heart of ice. But despite everything, despite everything, she leaned into his arms, let him hold her, let him kiss her, let him tell her stories.

Because something inside her was afraid that something worse than this would happen if he stopped loving her one day. ,,You know all this coldness is my love for you," he reminded her as he felt the goosebumps shivering a normal stupid human reaction he hated it made him realize they weren't right.

But it didn't matter, it didn't matter that she knew she didn't love him. Once he had the Infiniy Stone, she would be his one way or the other, then everything would be his forever.

He gave her one last kiss knowing that it was all just a game, a trick at the cost of time. But he was the god of mischief, he could play this game for a long time to come.

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[1348ts]

Hearts of steel and ice

Bucky Barnes x reader with superpowers

Bucky is head over heels in love and Tony is playing matchmaker

Words: 596

(Ps: this is my first time writing)

The Avengers Tower buzzed with activity as the team prepared for a new mission. Bucky Barnes stood in the common area, his eyes fixed on the holographic display showing the latest intel. His thoughts, however, were far from the mission at hand. There were whispers of a new recruit, someone with powers akin to Elsa from the old fairytales.

As if on cue, the doors slid open, revealing you, the new recruit, with an air of confidence that belied the icy powers you possessed. A trail of frost sparkled in your wake, leaving a mesmerizing path in your wake.

Bucky's breath hitched as he watched you, his heart pounding in his chest. He had seen many extraordinary things in his time, but you were something else entirely. His nerves fluttered like a moth drawn to a flame, but he couldn't find the words to speak.

You approached the team, a friendly smile gracing your face. "Hey, everyone. I'm the new kid on the block, ready to freeze anything that needs freezing."

The team greeted you warmly, introducing themselves one by one. Bucky's gaze never wavered from you, and he couldn't help but marvel at the way your powers seemed to dance around you, a testament to your control.

Over the next few days, the team went about their missions, and you seamlessly integrated into the Avengers' dynamic. Each time Bucky saw you in action, his admiration for you grew. Your confidence, your compassion, and the way you wielded your powers with grace and precision—it left him in awe.

But as the days passed, Bucky couldn't shake the nerves that gripped him whenever he was near you. He longed to speak to you, to let you know how he felt, but fear held him back. He was a soldier, used to facing danger head-on, but when it came to matters of the heart, he felt like a novice.

The rest of the team noticed the way Bucky's eyes followed you, how he seemed to light up whenever you entered the room. They exchanged knowing glances, their silent encouragement urging Bucky to take the leap.

One evening, as the team gathered for a casual meal, Tony Stark couldn't resist playing matchmaker. "So, Y/N, what do you think of our dear old Bucky here?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You looked at Bucky, a smile playing on your lips. "Bucky? He's... amazing. I mean, the way he fights, it's like he's poetry in motion."

Bucky's heart soared at your words, his confidence bolstered by your praise.

Tony leaned in closer, a smirk on his face. "And what if I told you he thinks the same about you?"

Bucky's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and hope washing over him. The team exchanged triumphant glances, silently celebrating their success in nudging Bucky towards you.

In that moment, as the laughter and camaraderie filled the room, Bucky found his courage. He stood, crossing the distance between you, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Y/N," he began, his voice steady, "I've been wanting to say... you're incredible. Your powers, yes, but also you. The way you carry yourself, the kindness you show to everyone... it's inspiring. I... I'd like to get to know you better, if you'd let me."

You met his gaze, your eyes sparkling with warmth. "Bucky, I'd love that."

And as the rest of the team discreetly cheered on their newfound connection, Bucky and you embarked on a journey, their hearts intertwined, discovering a love that was as powerful and beautiful as your icy powers.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Haven

Pairing: Sam Wilson x shield agent female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1300 words

Outline: Former shield agent now working in secret for the nomad team so why is your heart flattering when you have to take care of your former flame?

Warnings: tiny angst, reunion sex, swearing, pet names, food mention, movie inaccuracies, breast worship, biting, male ejaculation. if I missed anything major please let me know!

Author’s Note: infinity war! sam au is here! Loved the angsty emotional angle very much. sam thots and especially about aus are always welcome :) next on the to be written list are 1st bf!, sugardaddy!, samnat & the alphabet.

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

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A year after the whole airport Avengers scene has left you scattered broken and unemployed. Working a few odd jobs here and there as a former shield agent and an expert skillful agent have you picking jobs from the black market and trying your best to help and protect the nomad team.

Your base right now is on a small island in the pacific ocean and when in the middle of the night you receive a red alert for immediate excavation you are more than ready to help. What you didn't expect was your former flame, Sam Wilson to be the recipient of the help. He looked injured & bloody as he was walking out of the quinjet, getting invincible behind him.

"Sam!" You exclaim running to him. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles softly. "Aliens." He stops you before you could even speak. "The rest of the team are elsewhere, safe. And I am hoping to be now. As long..." he gestures around. "You got a nice meal and a warm bed for me to lay on."

"Of course, Sam. I got everything." Your heart is warming up, you never expected to see him like this, on his own, looking charming as ever even though you could tell the impact was severe.

You bring him to your small house and allow him to shower as you put his suit in a basket letting it soak with soap hopefully, that will wash off the blue alien blood. Then you decide to cook something simple, rice and meatballs, by the time you're done and setting the table he's coming around with just a towel around his lower body.

"So...you don't do clothes in this house?" You laugh even if you try to avert your gaze from staring at his body too much. He looks uninjured, the only visible scars now were on his face. Looks like he needs better head protection.

"I forgot!" You shake your shoulders and head for the closet. "Oh really, did something distract you?"

"No, I was focused on cooking."

"Ah-huh. I believe that." He smiles and sniffs up the air. "Meatballs?"

"The only good thing I know how to make."

"Hmm, you did also make amazing boiled eggs."

You snort as you pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He doesn't catch it as he lets it fall on the floor.

"I know you wanna see me naked, baby."

You scoff in response and throw at him the clothes you picked for him. "Nu huh." You place your hands over your eyes and smile. "Not one bit."

"Ah sure. I see you peeking."

And that's how the rest of the night, now early morning went, Sam got dressed had some food, recited stories to you, described very vividly how alien-y the aliens were, and in the end fell asleep. The rest of the three days went on like this, with the flirtations and the teasing getting more and more psychical until you knew it was time for him to leave again and you almost felt your heart sinking in your chest.

You watch him as he sleeps, breathing slowly in and out, shirtless with just a blanket around his legs, looking more peaceful than ever.

"Ya know you can tell when someone stares at you."

You scoff and cross your arms rolling your eyes.

"I just wanted to see if you had fallen asleep."

"Sounds like something that takes no more than one second. You've been sitting there for more than five minutes." He finally opens his eyes and rolls over looking at you and crossing his arms. God his muscular arms looked delicious like that. You wanted nothing more than to curl up there with him. Safe and secure inside his embrace.

Second instincts kick in and you roll your eyes again before turning around to leave. You only make it a few steps before he grabs you by your arm and turns you around pushing you against the wall. He doesn't speak, just stares deeply into your eyes as you are breathing short and heavily, your body responding to him in an extreme way. You needed him, you loved him.

"Sam." You mumble trying to regain your composure. His arm stays tauntingly above your head his other hand still holding your wrist, checking your heart pulses.

"I like clear answers."

"Sam, don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"I'm not doing anything. I was sleeping."

You scoff and close your eyes in frustration. What's the point of this? He has to leave, he has to help the world. You needed to stay here, act as a safe haven.

"I should pack your essentials." You say directly looking at him.

"No." He retorts and then crushes his lips against yours, leaving you both surprised and ridiculously drenched for him. He only kisses you once before pulling away to watch your reaction again.

"Sam." You repeat, his breath hot on your tongue, your chest finally filling with air. Your hand is on his chest caressing it, he seems to be getting calmer. "I...please, don't regret me."

"Never." He shakes his head. "Never. I've missed you, I could never regret you." His lips land on yours again, soft and velvety, with the utmost sweetness full of life and adoration.

You remember these lips, memories come alive in your head as his hands begin to wander on your body. He needs to touch you everywhere at once as your hands respond in the same way. He engulfs with his body, his kisses turning to bites on your jaw and further down your neck, as a moan escapes you, filling the air of the small room. Suddenly, you are sure of every little thing in the world and you allow him to take control.

And he wastes no time, tearing your clothes apart with his arms and teeth, biting your breasts, pulling your nipples, kissing your chest as your hand stays stroking his hard-on over his sweatpants until he cursed and pulled his pants down himself. And he almost hissed when you touched his cock, his teeth still playing with your nipples, one hand moving to your core, rubbing it slowly.

"Shit, baby, looks like a job for a plumber down here." You giggle at his line which quickly changed to a gasp as the cold air hit you when he undressed you followed by a moan as he pushed a curled finger inside.

"Oh looks like we need to do a lot of work down here." You let your head hit the wall. "Looks like we gonna need a tool." He nods his head and replaces his finger with his cockhead which has you dropping to a low sound.

"Oh, looks good." He pushes inside, stretching your walls, your hands wrapping around his neck. "Oh, such a tight hole, think that's the problem here, need some good fucking to get properly fixed." You giggled at his goofiness as he started doing what he was best at - screwing you silly.

A couple of minutes later and in many different sex positions he has you on the couch, laying under him as his hands cup your face, his thrusts slow and sensual and even though he has already drawn orgasm after orgasm of you, he still remains full. You know he has planned something. Something hella corny.

So when he finally orgasms, he does it looking deep inside your eyes, shooting his seed down your stomach as he repeats your name almost like a chant, resting his forehead against yours.

And when the morning comes, he doesn't leave your home.

Because you are his home.

His safe haven.

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[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 26

summary: things reach their peak...in more ways than one.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: okay OKAY this is big, and the first of this kind that I've written...so please give me feedback! It took 26 chapters to get here so I hope it was done right! ugh so many emotions, I hope you enjoy!

PS - special love to @charmedbysarge for the love and support, you being invested makes me even more invested and want to get things up even faster! I appreciate you! <3

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The training room buzzed with energy.

Two dozen agents practiced hand-to-hand combat, honing their skills just like every week. 

Just like every other week, Gianna sat at the edge of the training room, back against the wall. Her notebook was spread open on her lap. Typically, musings and lyrics poured out of her pen faster than she could write them down. The past few days…quite the opposite. The pages in front of her were completely empty, save for the scrawled doodles in the margins. She sighed, looking up at the noisy room. 

Weaving through the pairs of sparring partners, Bucky paused every so often to provide guidance. His movements were precise and powerful, even when he demonstrated things at half speed for the agents to learn. Watching him had become a familiar routine, one Gianna looked forward to each day. But again, lately, something felt different.

His voice echoing through the cavernous room, Bucky called the agents to gather around, ending the training the same way he always did - with a few sparring sessions of his own. Agent Allison, the one who infamously had the hots for him, practically leapt to the front of the crowd, volunteering to go first. 

In the weeks since she’d been at the compound, it had become common knowledge that Gianna and Bucky were very much together. There was a strict no-media protocol on the compound, with everyone who entered having to sign an airtight NDA. The precautions were for keeping much greater secrets, but it definitely made for a much more private relationship while they stayed here. Even if the agents saw Bucky shove Gianna up against this exact wall in the training room (not that she’d ever daydreamt about it), they couldn’t say a word, take a photo, nothing. 

Most of the agents had healthy discretion, acknowledging the high-profile relationship existed without making it a thing. Gianna guessed that after months of watching the Black Widow and Captain America with their ongoing will-they-won’t-they thing, the agents had become desensitized to the outlandish things they saw at work. It wasn’t like they could go home, hit happy hour with their friends, and talk about how they’d spent the day sparring with the Winter Soldier. 

Although if anyone were to try and boast about it…Gianna knew it would be Agent Allison. She narrowed her eyes, watching them. 

Bucky’s every move was calculated, his strikes sharp and unforgiving. His face remained blank, clearly nowhere close to his full exertion. As much as Gianna hated to admit it, Agent Allison was skilled in her own right. She fought valiantly, no doubt showing off, but he made quick work of the round. Bucky swiftly disarmed her and, with a controlled motion, sent her to the mat. The thud echoed through the room as she landed on her back. Gianna bit the tip of her pen to disguise the grin that threatened to play across her face. 

No sooner had she reprimanded herself for being so satisfied with the agent’s defeat did another thought cross her mind.

The way Bucky had sparred with her, and every other female agent, was the exact same as he sparred with the men. He held back, naturally, but he definitely didn’t take it easy on them. He let himself beat them, quickly. He hit them, hard. He didn’t treat them like they were breakable. 

It bothered her, not at all because of his sheer strength, but because of the contrast between his approach with her and with the agents. The memory of his protective outburst at the lake just a few days ago resurfaced, muddled with the image of him throwing Agent Allison to the floor just a moment ago.

Goddammit, Gianna. Don’t make something out of nothing. He’s obviously not going to treat you like a combat trained field agent with years of experience. You’re manufacturing conflict. 

She shook her head to clear it, but couldn't shake the knot that had formed in her stomach. 

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“Oh, Lordy, something smells good in here!” Sam announced his presence in the kitchen as Gianna stirred a pot on the stove. 

“Once, just once, could you enter a room quietly?” Bucky scowled from his seat at the kitchen island, keeping her company while she worked. 

“Yow, somebody’s hangry.”

“Make yourself useful,” Wanda thrust a stack of plates into Sam’s hands. “Set the table, don’t forget forks go on the left!” 

“Yeah, yeah, not my fault y’all treat every dinner like the Queen’s joining us.” He rolled his eyes but obliged. 

Even after the weeks she’d been at the compound, their dinner tradition hadn’t faded. Almost every night, Gianna and Wanda would cook for whichever variation of the team was there. They’d eat at the table, sit and talk for way too long, and then tackle the dishes before going their separate ways. Everyone teased the girls for their commitment to the new tradition, but it was clear that not one person wanted to give up the wholesome family atmosphere it brought. 

“Oh, I left the pie in the fridge downstairs. I’ll be right back.” Wanda disappeared around the corner, leaving Gianna and Bucky alone in the kitchen. 

“Have I told you lately how pretty you are?” He cocked his head to the side as he stood and rounded the island. 

“Hmm…” Gianna pretended to think. “Would half an hour ago be considered ‘lately’?”

“Absolutely not.” He caught her wrist and pulled her close, wrapping his hands around her waist. 

“Bucky,” She giggled between kisses, her face still flushing at his adoration. 

“What?” He grinned and moved his hands up to her cheeks, kissing her slowly. She melted into him, only being brought back to reality by the oven timer dinging. 

“As much as I’d like to keep this going, I didn’t spend two hours slaving away just to burn a whole lasagna.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave him one last kiss on his prickly jawline. “Not a full stop, just a pause.” 

As Gianna rifled through the kitchen drawers, the oven timer kept dinging. “Ugh, if Wanda moves the oven mitts one more time…” She heard the oven open behind her and turned to see Bucky grab the casserole dish with his left hand, depositing it on the stove. He must have heard her gasp, turning to grin. 

“It’s multipurpose.” He wiggled his vibranium fingers at her, unphased. 

“That’s the true hero work,” She winked. “Now go sit down, play nice with Sam.” 

He groaned but turned to head for the dining room. Waiting for the lasagna to settle, she looked around for what was missing. Glasses. Of course, the only clean ones left were on the very top shelf. She climbed onto the counter, putting a knee on the smooth marble and pulling herself up by the open cabinet door. 

“Sam forgot napkins, hey, what are you doing?” Bucky frowned as he walked back in. 

“All the other cups are in the dishwasher. Here,” She passed two glasses down to him. 

“I could have gotten those for you.” 

“No need,” She handed him the last two and scrambled down. “I’m resourceful.” 

“You could have fallen, hit your head, stepped on the hot stove…” 

“But I didn’t.” 

“But,” 

“Buck,” She interrupted him. “I’m fine.” 

He paused for a moment, brows still knit together, but took the glasses into the other room without another word. 

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“I don’t think I can eat again for a week.” Bucky groaned as he laid back onto the bed. 

“I’ve heard that before.” She grinned as she unfastened her earrings, setting them on the nightstand. “Yet you always seem to have a change of heart around breakfast.” 

“I’m weak for pancakes.” 

“You seem to have a few more weaknesses than that.” She purred, climbing onto his lap.

“That doesn’t sound like me.” He smirked and propped himself on his elbows. Gianna ignored him, running her fingers along his jawline. 

“If I recall,” She slid her hands under the hem of his sweatshirt, hands cold against his warm body. “We have unfinished business.” 

Bucky sat up, putting his hand on the small of Gianna’s back to keep her steady as he shifted beneath her. “That…” He kissed her, soft and slow. “We do.” 

They hadn’t discussed what happened after the lake. When she’d quite literally laid herself bare and he left the room. She tried to tell herself he meant what he said, he felt gross from his mission and wanted to shower. She knew he wanted to ‘take things slow’ - but what did that mean? They’d been…whatever they were, officially, for weeks now. He slept in her bed almost every night. He kissed her in front of God and everybody. He’d shared his most intimate thoughts with her by revealing his journals. 

But every time she tried to push things just a little further…he’d stop. He’d shift the tone to sweet, playing with her hair until she fell asleep or tracing circles on the small of her back. It was kind, gentle, honorable. At this point, however, she’d had her fill of kind, gentle, and honorable. 

Gianna pulled back from his lips, raising her arms above her head. Their eyes locked as his hands slid up her back, the fabric of her shirt rising with it. Slowly, tenderly, he lifted it over her head and let her tousled hair tumble down her back. After letting his gaze drift over her for a moment, soaking up the delicate lace of her bra, she tugged his shirt over his head. Their warm chests pressed together as she wrapped her hand around his neck and kissed him again, tongue parting his lips immediately. 

His grip tightened around her back as the kiss intensified, her hands tangled in his hair. Feeling especially impatient, Gianna slid off of his lap, her bare feet landing in the carpet between his knees. She pulled back from his lips, eyes hungry, and gently shoved his bare chest to push him back to the bed. He complied without protesting, watching her every move. 

Her hands drifted to his hips, tugging on the drawstring of his sweatpants. Bucky’s eyes darkened. When the knot came undone in her delicate grip, she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and tugged them down, leaving them in a discarded heap on the floor. 

Gianna rose, pausing only for a minute, to look over him sitting in his boxers. The muscles of his abdomen were taught even as he laid back on his elbows. His dark hair had the oh-so-familiar evidence of her hands having run through it. His jaw was clenched, blue eyes raking over her body. 

God, he’s pretty. 

Afraid of waiting any longer, she climbed back onto his lap, his hands meeting her hips in a desperate, greedy grip. Their lips crashed together as he rolled over on top of her. Gianna gasped into their kiss as his hips pressed against hers, his desire more than evident. 

Suddenly, tragically, infuriatingly…he tore himself from her and stood, out of breath. 

“I, we can’t.” He didn’t meet her eyes. 

“Why?” Gianna cried out, unable to contain her frustration. Bucky turned his back to her, walking around the room. “Bucky, look at me!” 

Slowly, he approached the bed, staying out of arms’ reach. He still didn’t look at her. 

“Bucky…” 

“I told you…” 

“No, you told me you can’t. You told me you want to do this right, but you won’t tell me why or when the right time is! For God’s sake, I am throwing myself at you, and you’re walking away from me,” Her voice cracked at the end and he looked up with guilt-ridden eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” He reached out to cup her cheek but she caught his hand. 

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to want me.” 

“Gianna…” Bucky dropped to his knees in front of the bed. “This isn’t about me wanting you…that has never, ever been a problem.” 

“Then what is the problem?” 

His blue eyes looked back and forth between hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“God, Bucky, I’m not made of glass!” She climbed off of the bed, throwing her hands in the air. “Why do you treat me like I’m breakable! You freaked out when I was just having fun, doing the same thing as everyone else, you didn’t even like when I climbed on the counter to get a dish from the cabinet, and I know you made Peter come with us to New York because you were afraid I wouldn’t be safe enough with just Wanda.” Her eyes narrowed. “You have always protected me, always kept me safe, but it’s like that’s all you want to do!” 

His eyes were torn, it took everything in her not to rush to comfort him with the heart-wrenching look he had on his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He repeated, his voice coming out as a growl.

“You don’t have to worry about hurting me -” 

“I have to worry about hurting everyone.” He hissed, angry at the reality and angry it had led to this when all he wanted was to give in. “Especially you.”

“You don’t treat me like the others, the way you threw Agent Allison on the ground today,” Gianna paused, steeling herself, furious that she even had to mention that woman in her own bedroom. “Do you…think I’m weak? Do you think I can’t handle myself?” 

“No, Gianna,” He crossed the room in two steps and cupped her face. “That’s not it at all. You are…easily one of the strongest women, strongest people I’ve ever met. You’ve been through more than anyone should have to endure and you’ve done most of it alone.” He searched her eyes. “It’s not that I think you can’t handle things…it’s that I don’t think you should have to. I…I want better for you. I want to give you what you deserve, keep everything bad away.” 

Her face softened as his desperate words. “I don’t need everything bad to be kept away. I just need to keep the good close.” She tucked a dark strand behind his ear. “I just can’t seem to get close enough.” 

Bucky’s thumbs brushed her cheeks, the conflict in his mind almost palpable. “I…I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Her brows knit together, watching the anguish on his face. “How would you -”

“I don’t trust myself.” His voice was strained. “With how I feel about you, what I want…” 

“But I trust you.” She tilted his chin to look back at her. “What about what I want?”

Gianna took a step back. The number of days she’d worn matching lacy undergarments, just hoping it would be the night he’d take them off of her…she’d lost count. Tonight, standing before him in the delicate, lacy blue set, the one that reminded her of his eyes when she picked it out in the store…she didn’t think she had enough patience to hope for another day. 

“Bucky…” She breathed. “Ask me what I want.” 

His eyes slowly, painfully, rose to meet hers. His breathing was labored. He was losing the battle with himself. 

“What…do you want?” 

“I want you to stop worrying.” 

She stroked his cheek. 

“I want you to know you make me feel safer than I ever have, in my life.” 

She held his metal hand in hers, kissing his knuckles. 

“I want you to appreciate this stupid lingerie I picked out specifically for you.”

She took two slow, deliberate steps backwards, letting his eyes trail over her. 

“I want you to stop acting like I’m breakable and throw me on this bed like I’ve been dreaming about for months.”

“Gianna,” His voice was a low warning, all his restraint about to break. 

“I want you to fuck me.” 

Half a second. 

That’s how long he hesitated before he snapped. In two strides, he crossed the room, never breaking eye contact with her. Before she could process, he’d picked her up, one hand supporting her and one hand gripping her cheek like his life depended on it. He kissed her harder, hungrier than he ever had before. Moving his hand away from her face for a split second, he reached around her back and ripped the clasp off of her bra. Without setting her down, he climbed onto the bed, still holding her to his body as he supported them both with his other arm. 

He ran his tongue along her lower lip, moaning into her mouth. With a deep kiss, he deposited her onto the bed, rising up on his knees. Gianna let out a small whine as he pulled away but was quickly silenced by the look in his eyes. He reached down and took the delicate lace of her bra between his fingers, lifting it off of her body with ease, thanks to the mangled clasp somewhere across the room. He set it to the side and ran his hands across her collarbone, tracing the outline of her breasts, before trailing his hands down to her hips. A trail of fire lit Gianna’s skin everywhere he touched her. 

Bucky traced the lace design, committing the image to memory. In one swift movement, completely contradictory to the gentle way he touched her, he grabbed them and yanked. The lace ripped with ease and he tossed the ruined material to the side. 

“Fuck.” 

Gianna sucked in a breath, the sight of him looking at her so lustfully making it suddenly hard to breathe, to think at all. “Please,”  She pleaded. 

He didn’t make her wait. In a second, his boxers were ripped and discarded right next to her panties. He was on her, arms caging her in on the mattress. He surrounded her. All she could see were piercing blue eyes, inky black hair hanging down over her, silver vibranium glinting in the moonlight. He filled her senses. He burrowed into the crook of her neck, kissing her collarbone, nipping at the delicate skin below her ear. She moaned, fingers running up his back. 

His hand cupped her jaw, giving her a long, wet kiss before pulling back. His thumb ran across her lower lip, not able to fully let go but needing to put his mouth on the rest of her. He kissed, nibbled, bit what felt like every inch of her neck, chest, stomach. Gianna squirmed, urging him back up, but he caught her hips in an unyielding grip and held her still as he continued. 

Bucky slid off the edge of the bed, again kneeling on the floor beside it. Still holding her hips, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, parting her legs around his face. His eyes met hers as he sank out of her view, draping her legs lazily over his shoulders. The gleam in his eye when he tasted her was almost predatory. Though she couldn’t see his face, Gianna knew, could feel that he was smirking. She threw her head back as a moan escaped her, bucking her hips against his face. Again, he gripped her waist and pinned her down, ensuring she wouldn’t move before his left hand disappeared. A cold, vibranium finger slid inside of her, moving at a tantalizing pace. 

She couldn’t tell if it was ten seconds or ten minutes that he stayed between her legs, time passed differently with that kind of ecstasy. Before she knew it, everything that had been building up since she first saw him, saw those blue eyes and the muscles through the back of his t-shirts…all of it coiled inside of her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her secret, lust-filled daydreams mixed with all the memories of his face swirled through her mind as she cried out, her legs wrapped around his shoulders. The grip he had on her waist with his right hand was sure to leave a mark, but it was nowhere near her mind at that moment. Her eyes flew open, arching her back, and the last thing she saw as she came undone was that tousled black hair between her legs. 

Gianna fell apart in his hands, quivering as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. Far from satiated, Bucky slowly pulled back, kissing the insides of her thighs as he did. The way they trembled in his hands made him even more feral, made him need her even more. 

He slid his hand under her back and moved her to the middle of the bed, climbing on top of her. Her eyes were dazed, looking up at him like he was the sun, the moon, and all the stars. Using his legs, Bucky nudged hers open and settled between them, ready to finish what they started. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, tasting the thinnest sheen of sweat across her brow. 

“Are you sure?” 

She looked up at him with those big green eyes. Wordlessly, her hands snaked down to grab his hips, pulling him towards her. He moved slowly, watching her face for any kind of discomfort as he pushed into her for the first time. With a soft whimper, her eyes rolled beneath her lids, head falling back to the mattress. Bucky bit his lip, commanding himself to take it slow. More impatient than him, Gianna’s legs wrapped around his waist and locked, pulling him deep inside of her. Their moans mixed together as he paused, fully entwined with her. 

He could smell her, feel her, taste her…she was everywhere. She was everything. 

After a moment of letting her adjust, Bucky kissed Gianna, so gently she had to open her eyes and make sure it was real. There was a moment of overwhelming, intoxicating warmth that flooded her as his eyes opened and met hers. They paused, pressing their foreheads together and breathing the same breath. 

“Move,” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but a command nonetheless. 

So he did. 

Pulling back and thrusting into her, he picked up in pace and force until the room was a hurricane of sweat, moans, and the sound of skin on skin. Gianna heard herself cry out his name, but it felt otherworldly. Nothing was real to her except the feeling of him, of James Buchanan Barnes, inside of her. 

When he fell apart, it was the most delicious sight she’d ever seen. His eyes rolled, he threw his head back, his mouth opened to let out a low moan as every muscle in his beautiful body tensed. 

They laid there for another undefined amount of time, limbs tangled, sweat mingled, hearts pounding. Bucky’s arms cradled her head as he laid his on her chest, soothed by the rise and fall of her breathing. 

“Bucky?” 

He lifted his head, stroking her hair off of her cheek. 

“I want this, all of this. Always.” 

His lopsided smile spread across his face. “That good, huh?”

“Bucky,” She nudged him. “I’m serious.”

“Gianna…” He propped himself up and traced her hairline, her ear, her jaw. “I couldn’t even resist you when all I had was the idea of you. Now that I know you, now that…I can never go back to a life without you.” 

She bit her lip to keep the goofy, giddy smile from breaking through. Having heard what she wanted, she pulled herself out from under him and padded over to the oversized tub in the corner.

“For the record,” Gianna grinned as she turned on the hot water. “It most definitely was that good, and you better actually join me this time.” 

Bucky rolled off the bed, grinning right back. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #winter soldier #bucky fluff #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #winter soldier smut

[randofics]

Teeth

Horror/thriller/soft romance

Tony Stark x supernatural creature reader

Warnings- suggestive

Happy Halloween yall! Figured I'd give yall a special Halloween fic to celebrate. 👻🎃

PS- I accidentally posted this before Halloween.🤦‍♀️ ugh sorry yall!

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Working with the Avengers had its perks. You got to help Tony and Bruce in the lab, and they even let you do your own expiraments under their observation. They were all none the wiser to your other side.

A blood moon was coming tonight, which made it harder to keep up your human form. If nothing set you off, you'd be fine, but fate had no remorse.

You were alone working with Tony on one of his suits when a wrench fell off the rolling toolbox across the room. It had been haphazardly thrown on top and slowly slipped off the edge. You went to get it when you knocked off your full coffee cup spilling it across the floor. You didn't see the live cable touching the puddle of coffee and received a large surge of electricity throwing you to the ground.

Tony heard the commotion and turned only to see you on the floor, writhing in pain. The lights violently flickered and whent out for a moment before flickering some more. Where you used to be was a giant black mass.

It moved standing on all fours like an animal. A maw full of sharp, uneven teeth grinned at him, and eyes glowing in the flickering light bore into his soul. Wings spread from its back, and a long tail thrashed around, its razer sharp spikes threatening to pierce everything around it.

It ran at him in a flash of suffocatingly black smoke, making him backpedal into a lab table. It moved with no sound, making his heart beat with terror. The lights still flickered above, and Jarvis had been eerily silent.

The creatures giant paws caged him in, and its tongue licked over the jagged black teeth, puffs of black smoke billowed from its nose and mouth as it breathed. When it looked him in the eyes, his vision went blurry for just a moment, and his head felt like it was struck by lightning.

A distorted yet somehow familiar voice spoke in his head. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Tony." The voice was cold and without emotion. It left him dizzy, his world swaying like a ship in a storm.

"I apologize for the terror my true form gives you. There isn't anything that can be done about it, unfortunately." It's scaly snout moved closer and he closed his eyes as it sniffed his neck. He sucked in a breath when a long slimy tongue licked over his throat and jugular.

"Worry not. I will do you no harm." It backed away and he slid down to the floor eyes wide with fear. It turned and walked back to the puddle of coffee taking the cup into its forepaw. That long dark-burgundy tongue lapping the inside of the cup clean.

"I assume you do not recognize me." He stood ready to run at the first sign of danger. "No." It looked back at him. "It's y/n your assistant." He swallowed and looked away from your gaze. "Yo-You're y/n?" You nodded sitting on your haunches. "How...HOW!? This isn't possible!"

"It is me. I've always been this creature of terror. But I don't mean or want to scare... to terrorize... This blood moon makes it harder to keep hold of my human form. If you wish of me to leave and never return then I shall." He stays silent for a minute trying to take all this information in. "NO! I-I mean... you don't have to leave. You're a great assistant and I still need another set of hands to help around here."

"Very well then as you wish." Smoke overtook your true body and you transformed back into the human he was so accustomed to. The lights stopped flickering and you fell to the floor. No longer could he feel that oppressing terror almost like it had been sealed into a bottle.

He helped you to your feet and you shook your head to clear it. "Ugh I hate transforming. Are you ok Tony?" He only nodded slightly pale from shock. "So that really was you?" You looked away giving him a quiet "yes" in response.

He brought a hand up to his neck feeling the lingering saliva on his skin. Spotting his hand on his neck you blushed bright red hiding your face in your hands. "I am SO sorry about your neck my instincts take over in that form and I just couldn't help myself!"

Your personality in either forms was like the two faces of a coin. One side unsettling and domineering the other shy and sweet. You gave him whiplash.

He nearly choked at the realization that you had wanted to lick his neck you just didn't have the guts to do it in this form. You'd blush and stutter at the smallest flirtatious comment he threw your way. It was crazy to think that such a shy woman would really be so terrifying when she let her walls down.

"It's fine... um... it wasn't so bad now that I think about it. Of course it was terrifying but the whole neck thing was ok." You slid down the side of the table to the floor pulling your knees up to your chest. "Aside from the whole terror thing I wouldn't mind you doing that again." He chuckled scratching his head. What was he saying! At this point his mouth had a mind of its own!

"Please don't tease me like that Tony." Oh god that look you were giving him. All pouty and embarrassed. It made his heart race for a different reason. He knealt down next to you placing his hand on yours. "I'm not teasing I really do mean that. It was very... raw." He brought your hand up to his lips kissing your palm.

His eyes were truthful and another mad blush came over you. An embarrassing noise escapes your throat as you looked at him wide eyed. "Wh-what now?"

"Now we just take it slow." He moved closer tilting your chin up and kissed you softly.

#fanfic #avengers fic #horror fiction #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween #tony stark x reader #monster reader #suggestive

[shelbgrey]

Ah! I love your gabe fic ♥ !

Can I req a gabe x reader where the reader is quite hyperactive, cute yet stubborn and always tries to impress Gabe in a not so subtle way to earn affections? But he calms her down or something and the quote prompt can be the "I love you" "I love you more" ? ^^

Love this request, hope you don't mind its in Headcanon form I wanted to make sure I added a important things while at the same time it making since.

Ps. Sorry it's short and it took so long.

Gabriel having a Hyperactive Girlfriend

Prompt: 1.5) "I Love You" - "I love you more"

MasterList

Your described as a happy person more or less and your also described as a hyper one.

Gabe loves that about you and he loves the fact you help his shenanigans become reality.

Dispite the constant torture he put the Winchesters through you fell hard for him.

But in your mind you didn't realize the feelings was mutual. The Winchester Bro's will constantly teas you when you would go out of your way to impress him. Rather it would be pranking Sam or stealing the tiers of the impala.

9 times out of 10 gabe would chear you on and praise you for the 'tourcher' you'd cast upon them.

That only increasesd the caohs and your hypernes especially if gabe supplys you with Monster energy drinks and candy you both love.

Another way he'd praise you would be quick kisses on your cheek that would make butterflies form in your stomach.

But one day when you were feeling particularly ornery you decided to mess with the impala. You had glued those fake eye lash things girl put on cars and covered they body in gliter. That same morning you had wrapped the entire fridge and everything in it while every speaker blasted Heat of the moment.

In the middle of all the mass destruction gabe payed a hello vist and saw Sam frantically running around trying to find your phone to stop the music while Dean agressevelly ripped the Christmas paper away trying to find the beer.

As soon as the music stop and the beer was found an even louder speaker blasted the Avengers them song. Sam's frustration followed and he just left for the garage with Dean behind.

“DAMIT Y/N!” Dean yelled from the garage

You laughed and and ran to the garage with gabe following. As you made it on gabe busted up laughing. Even Sam had a good chuckle.

“okay new plan... Your staying home” Dean said and left in the glitter covered impala

You were laughing so hard you almost missed gabe talking. “I love you”

You suddenly stopped laughing and stared at him with wide eyes. “wait what?”

He snickered. “you heard me... I love you”

“I love you more” you replied and playfully kissed his cheek. You laughed and pulled gabe into the bunker with so much energy. “come on we need to mess with Sam's room!”

Gabe laughed as the world doesn't know what kinda chaos and mass destruction that is now cast upon it now you two had admitted your feelings.

#Gabriel x reader #Gabriel imagines #gabriel headcanons #Supernatural #supernatural prefrences #Dean winchester imagines #Sam Winchester imagines #Richard speight Jr #Supernatural imagines #supernatural headcanons

[jobean12-blog]

Hi, jo! How are you, precious? 💗

I saw this pic of a couples shirt and i HAD to share with you! One says "i come in peace" and the other one says "im peace" and i just couldn't stop thinking how funny it would be to gift one to bucky and have you wear the "im peace" one without him noticing. Then subtly show it off at a avengers meeting and watch him get all shy and pink around the cheeks🤣🤣🤣

Ps: sorry for randomly dropping in ALOT, i have no social life🙃

I Come in Peace

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 724

Summary: You buy Bucky a new shirt.

Author's Note: Hi lovely!!! I'm doing ok thank you bunches, hope you are well! This is hysterical. I love it so! And don't worry, drop it anytime! Have a great day! HUGS! 💕hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: fun fluff and teasing :)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @bvcky thank you lovely🥰

“What’s this doll face?”

Bucky stands at the foot of the bed and holds a tee shirt up over his chest.

“I come in peace,” he reads.

“Oh!” you exclaim and dance over to him. “That’s for you! I saw it and just thought it was too cute with the little alien and spaceship and stars. You love space!”

He’s no longer looking at the shirt, his eyes soft as he watches your pure excitement over giving it to him.

“I love it doll, thank you,” he says before kissing you sweetly. “I’m gonna wear it after training today.”

“I’m so glad Buck. I got myself one too! I’ll show you when you get back.”

“Ok baby doll,” he murmurs and pulls you closer.

His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt and he hums into your skin.

“Sam hates when you’re late,” you whisper against his lips.

“I know but…” He never finishes the sentence, his mouth too busy trailing kisses down your neck.

Your head falls back and you grab onto his hoodie, holding steady as he continues to make your knees weak.

“Buck,” you purr. “You have to go.”

“I don’t wanna doll. Rather stay here with you.”

“And I want you to stay but this is important to Sam.”

He pulls away and let’s out a sigh.

“Don’t be grumpy!” you giggle.

“I’m always grumpy!” he replies and smacks your ass. “I’ll see ya later doll face.”

He steals one last kiss before jogging off.

Later that day you and Bucky trudge into the conference room. He’s wearing his new shirt and Sam immediately comments on it.

“Nice shirt Barnes. Are you supposed to be the alien?” Sam teases.

Bucky just scoffs and winks at you.

The rest of the team filters in and you all settle down, your patience wearing thin as you fiddle with the zipper of Bucky’s hoodie that you’re wearing.

Once the meeting is underway you shift in your seat and unzip his hoodie, taking it off and draping it over the chair. Bucky looks over at you and smiles. You discreetly point to your shirt and mouth, “this is the new shirt I got.”

His eyes fall to the fabric and he smiles. The shirt reads: “I’m peace.”

He continues staring, his eyebrows drawing inward and his eyes blinking several times. You don’t even realize the room has gotten quiet until Sam breaks the silence.

“You really don’t get it do you tin man.”

Bucky’s head whips around and he glares at Sam.

“Get what Wilson?” Bucky snaps.

Sam’s head falls back and he cackles, his smile growing brighter as the rest of the teams laughter joins his.

“Read your shirt again Barnes,” he manages to say through his fit.

Bucky looks down and pulls the fabric away from his chest. “I come in peace.”

“SO! The little alien is friendly!” he nearly shouts. “I don’t get what’s so funny about that!”

The whole time you’ve been trying to contain your own laughter but Bucky’s disgruntled face pushes you over the edge and you snort a giggle.

“Doll?” he questions, now even more confused.

You point to your shirt, waggling your brows.

He reads it again. “I’m peace.”

Nothing.

You lean closer to him and whisper in his ear, every word that falls from your lips making his cheeks grow pinker.

“I come in peace…I’m peace. I come…and you’re peace…”

He repeats it quietly until finally the lightbulb goes off and his eyes narrow with the hard clench of his jaw.

“I GET IT NOW!” he shouts. “Shit.”

He rubs the back of his head before smoothing his hand over his hair and pulling at the ends, making it stick this way and that. You’re still laughing but trying your hardest to stop and when he turns his wide eyes toward you it makes you double over.

“I see how it is,” he mutters. “You’re gonna get it.”

The whole room erupts into taunts of “ohhhhh’s” and you can see Bucky’s lips lift into a smirk. He wiggles his fingers and jerks forward, his stance threatening. You screech and jump from your chair, making a beeline for the door. He’s hot on your heels as you dart down the hallway and his last words ring out over your squeals.

“I’m coming for you doll!”

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[darkestfireee]

please can someone make a story or series of charles xavier x reader. where the reader is the failed experiment of the celestial, well kind of. this reader is really powerful, like she has this powers like eternal's powers (example: she can make weapons like thena) and she has kind of wanda and jean grey powers, you know what i am talking about like she is really fucking powerful that she can travel multiverse. then she joined the avengers bc she's fury bestie and knows who really she is. after the battle of new york she's been having this dreams or vision of charles and the x-men. then after the blip, she need to figured this out what is this, then she went to x-men universe (post days of future past). she stay there even when jean became a dark phoenix.

I KNOW THIS IS A LOT TO ABSORB BUT THIS IDEA HAS BEEN IN MY MIND FOR MONTHS GUYS

ps. i'm so sorry for not being here for a long time, you know school stuff and family issues

pss. sorry for my grammatical errors. x

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[l3m0ncyan]

New to Life | Chapter 10

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x hispanic! teen! Reader

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Note: when you see -()- , play A Man Without Love ;)

PS. When the reader gets into fighting mode, play any song that pumps you up or makes you feel badass.

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Layla deflected Harrow's blast that was aimed at Marc, knocking him back and onto the floor. She was dressed in a golden Egyptian collar with a red jewel in the center. She wore a sleeveless top with gold on the front and white cloth framing it. The gold wings were more noticeable, with the 'feather' at the top being a long golden blade. Marc locked his gaze on her and went in to hug her.

“Thank god you’re okay” he held her head, trying to check if she was not hurt.

Layla smiled, “How did you get back? Wait did Y/N come back too? Where is she?” She asked hopeful and looked around.

Marc stayed quiet and looked down. Taking this as a sign for Steven, he took control and hesitated.

“She stayed back, she didn’t want us to making a deal of her coming back if it meant spending more time with Khonshu as his avatar” Steven frowned.

Layla stood there in shock, the reality of Y/N being gone hitting her more than it did the first time. Marc came back into the body and stared at her apologetically.

“I couldn’t save her, it’s all my fault. I should have just-”

Layla held both sides of his face and stared into his eyes, “No, don’t blame yourself. Her death was not your fault. The only one responsible is the one who started this all”

They turned to see Harrow standing up and getting ready to fight them. Many of his men stood together with guns drawn, walking towards them.

Marc's rage grew as he stared at Harrow's smug expression. Layla soon followed suit, taking a defensive stance. The two exchanged glances with those in front of them. They are blaming them for the death of their close friend.

As they began to fight, they were releasing all the pent up rage from before. Trying to avenge Y/N.

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Walking away from where she had previously awoken, she looked around to see where she needed to go, but all she saw was sand. Noting, the drive from Mogart's was only a few hours long, not including the time they had to walk to the camp.

“Alright, so what’s the plan? Unless you have flying abilities included, we won’t be back in Cairo until a month or two if we walk” Y/N looks up to Hathor who is holding both of her hands together over her stomach.

“Oh, have more faith, Y/N. Unfortunately I do not give flying abilities like Khonshu does, but you have something we can use” she points to Y/N’s chest.

Y/N looks down but doesn’t seem to understand. Was it a metaphor? If it was, it wouldn’t really help in this case.

“Oh dear,” she laughs, “Don’t tell me you forgot all about those abilities you first got”

Y/N furrows her brows and then lets out an ‘oh’ sound, “What about it? All I do is shoot tentacles from the floor”

"That's what you made yourself believe," Hathor shakes her head. "Perhaps practice will be beneficial. Concentrate that power somewhere on your body, perhaps on your lower back."

Y/N pauses for a few seconds before proceeding. Her lower back tingles as she breathes in. As she concentrates, the world seems to quiet down. She hears a squirming sound behind her and notices four spider-like legs emerge. She looks up in awe as two of them are over her and the others are around her waist.

“Excellent, you can probably use that as defense, or offense. Now use that same focus, and bring them to your legs, instead this time imagine those limbs spreading across your legs and covering them”

Nodding, Y/N brings the tentacles back into her back and now puts her energy on to her legs. Tingling occurs below and she sees a black goop like substance covering from her feet to her knees.

“What now?” Looking up at Hathor, expecting another type of lesson.

“Jump. Pay attention to your legs when you do”

Y/N hesitates and jumps, waiting for her to say something else. She didn't expect to jump so high into the air. Her arms flailed around as she panicked at the height she was in. She was able to keep an eye on everything from the camp to a few miles away. When she calmed down, she saw the stars more clearly than ever. She felt as if she could reach out and touch the cool purple sky. She felt like she was on cloud nine; she had never seen anything like this before, especially in mid-air.

She felt her stomach turn as she started to come down. She landed on both feet, expecting to break a bone, but nothing was broken. A loud thud was heard, causing a sand wave to form on the ground.

She took a few moments to calm her racing heart and examine her black goo-covered feet. She was even more ecstatic, mainly because she had no idea her first set of abilities did such a thing.

“That was cool as fuck,” she giggled and looked up to Hathor, “Any idea where Cairo might be at?”

Hathor nodded and pointed to the direction where the camp was, meaning Cairo was ahead.

Nodding, she bent her legs and prepared to jump. Angling to jump forward, she stretched her legs out and immediately flew into the air. Staring straight ahead, she prepared for the battle that was coming. Perhaps it wasn’t a good thing but, she was feeling rather exhilarated.

—

As she got closer to the city, she saw the scene where balls of purple light flew up to the sky. Along with the flying lights, there were screams heard below.

“Shit, this looks bad. You sure we aren’t late to the fight?” Y/N asked outloud.

In her mind, came a feminine voice, “Actually we are on time”

"Damn, I wish I had my earbuds, I would have played my fight song to pump me up," she grinned. " Wait, aren't you the musical goddess? Why don't you play some for me?"

Hathor chuckled, “Although it sounds like an excellent idea, I do not have that kind of power yet. Perhaps imagine there is music playing”

Shrugging, she jumped down to a nearby building and looked down. Many of Harrows followers were doing the same trick with holding hands and seeing if they were innocent or not.

However what caught Y/N’s eye was purple light coming from her left. Turning to see what was happening, she saw a mix of Marc and Steven plus Layla ganging up on Harrow. Thinking that they were able to handle it, Harrow threw a large purple blast at them, knocking them down.

Eyes focused on Harrows move, Y/N ran towards her friends, a new kind of energy building up in her.

-

Harrow approached Marc and Layla, readying his cane for another blast. Marc stood up using his elbows, feeling pain in his back. He turned to Layla and saw how she was down and struggling to get up. Marc reached for one of his crescent daggers from his chest piece, but Harrow pushed his hand away, causing the dagger to fall.

“Oh Marc, you should have just joined me. Not only will vengeance for Y/N fail, but Layla will be killed for your actions” he smiled.

Harrow's cane began to glow and he aimed it toward Marc, ready to finish him off. Marc glared at him, not letting him see his defeated face.

“Goodbye Marc”

Before he could let the blast hit Marc, a knee struck him in the jaw, causing him to fall. Harrow rubbed his chin and looked up at the attacker.

Y/N was enraged and stood in front of Marc and Layla. She balled her fists and walked slowly to Harrow, ready to punch him in the face for nearly killing her friends.

Marc and Layla were taken aback by her appearance. Their friend had returned, looking stronger and more confident than ever. She was no longer the eighteen-year-old girl hiding behind them.

“I will admit, I am surprised you came back. You really aren’t as weak as you seemed” Harrow began to stand up.

“That’s crazy, but I don’t care” Y/N ran up to him, summoning the four tentacles on her back.

He pointed the cane at her with a bright light, but one of the tentacles grabbed it and threw it away. Harrow's pupils dilated. Y/N charged at him, landing a punch that sent him flying to the far end of the alley they were in.

She took a deep breath, feeling the anger leave her. When she turned around, she noticed Marc standing across from her without his mask. As she examined his stance, she had the impression he was about to yell at her. Who wouldn't want to? Especially since she chose to remain dead, and knowing him and Steven, they didn't have the opportunity to convince her otherwise. She took a deep breath in and prepared to explain.

"Look, I know you're mad at me, and I know I shouldn't have stayed back like that, but guess what? I'm back!  she smiled, but as Marc approached, she gulped. "Plus, I just saved you two from being blasted into pieces, so what I really deserve is a thank you from-"

The ramblings of Y/N were cut off. As Marc approached her, his suit changed into a white tux, and Steven entered and drew her into a tight hug. It was as warm as the one they shared in the Duat, but she felt better knowing it was legitimate. His hug felt constricting as he took in the fact that she was back.

"Bloody hell! Never, ever, ever scare me like that again!" Steven said as he drew away and looked into her eyes. "I thought we'd lost you for good! I couldn't bear the thought of my best friend dying and being abandoned in that land of sand"

Steven's eyes seemed to well up with tears, which he tried to hide by giving Y/N another hug. Y/N hugged him as well, unconcerned about the amount of affection he was showing. She was in desperate need of it.

Y/N smiled and patted his back, “Hey, it was a good way to add that missing drama in our life”

Steven rolled his eyes, but his body tightened. Marc's suit encircled him and he stared at her. His shoulders appeared tense, and his jaw appeared clenched. As his judging face analyzed hers, Y/N shrank. Was he upset with her still?

"Hey, you should be grateful that I was able to come back and save your ass.  You were about to die," she said, pointing back to the scene, but when she turned around, her thoughts were cut off again.

Marc squeezed her and held her in place, breathing deeply. His hug was more protective and fearful. He was afraid she would leave again, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps it was safe to say she was the glue that held him together.

"Don't ever do that again," he said as he drew away and grabbed her face, turning it in different directions to check for bruises or cuts. "Is there anything that hurts? Who punched you? If someone punched you, I swear-"

Grabbing his hands, Y/N pulled them off and held them, “I’m fine dude, sorry for scaring you guys. I missed you too”

His eyes soften and he holds her once more, as a promise that he’ll protect her. His body becomes tense once again and Steven takes control. He looks down at her and ruffles her hair.

“Next time, don't wander off again” Steven smiles.

Moving her head away from his hand, “Jeez, why are you guys acting like I’m your kid”

“To clarify, it seems like you are our annoying younger sister. Plus we love you too much to see you as an independent adult”

Y/N looks surprised by his statement. With everything they've been through, it's understandable that they love each other at this point. In a sibling and parent-child relationship of course.

“I love you guys too…yeah that sounds weird, I can’t” she cringes and backs away. Steven gives a small laugh at Y/Ns actions.

Layla walks up to them, “I hope I am not intruding, but I am feeling left out on the reunion”

Y/N looks at her and runs up to her for a hug. Layla holds her in an endearing way. Same with the boys, she has become attached to her even after just a couple of days of being with her.

“Man sorry about that scare, I honestly didn't think I would be back, but luckily for you guys, I came to your rescue," Y/N smirks but her eyes fall to the appearance of Layla, "Oh shit! Is that Tawarets outfit for you? It looks badass"

Layla grins and then takes in Y/Ns look, "You as well. What god took an interest in you?"

"Hathor! The goddess of music and love! Of course, that explains the small symbol on your headband" Steven points at the center of Y/Ns head.

She gives it a light touch and shrugs, "Didn't even notice it, but yeah, Hathor took me back to the Field of Reeds and then asked if I wanted to be her avatar”

“This is great! We have a better chance on defeating Harrow now-“ Steven clapped his hands together but then his eyes rolled back and Marc took control.

“This isn’t great at all, you’re saying your now an avatar to some god we only met once?” Marc holds up a finger to indicate only meeting once.

Y/N crossed her arms and stares at Marc, “First of all, how long have you known Khonshu before working for him?” Marc stays quiet and Y/N smiles.

“Exactly, second of all you didn’t let me finish to say that we agreed to only being a temporary thing”

“Right because you can always trust gods”

“I trust her”

“Oh are you going to defend your lover again?”

“Again! It was only one time that I blushed at her name! How about you? Don’t forget how I heard you in your sleep calling for-”

Marc covered Y/N’s mouth with his hand immediately, “We said it would be a secret”

Y/N nodded and rolled her eyes. Marc took his hand away. He kept his gaze fixed on Y/N, waiting for her to make a move. They had a brief stare-down before Y/N opened her mouth.

“Heard you in your sleep calling for Layla!” She blurted out.

Marcs face warmed up and tightened his jaw, “That’s it, I want you to get somewhere safe, don’t come out until it’s all over”

Her shoulders slumped, “Just because I exposed your secret?! You have been spilling mine since we first died! Oh, and don't act like you didn't just see me send Harrow flying? I’ll be fine”

Marc glared at her and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had forgotten how stubborn she was before any of this happened.

“It’s true Marc, with the avatars powers, she’ll be able to hold her ground” Layla jumps into the argument, ignoring what was said before.

“With the powers maybe, but she doesn’t even have much armor on to protect herself” Marc retorts.

“Me and Layla literally have the same style of armor, how come you aren’t sending her back, sorry to drag you into this Layla” Y/N looks over to her apologetically

“Her armor is fine, plus she can regenerate now” Layla gestures to Y/N.

“They are right Marc, why not let her join us. The more the merrier”

“Oh you two huh?” Marc glares at his reflection that’s behind Y/N.

“Thank you” Y/N extends an arm to the reflection and looks back at Marc.

Layla tries hard not to laugh as the two continue to argue. Marc being soft and protective to Y/N was a sight she didn't expect to see again. Marc and Y/N continued to argue about allowing her to stay, bringing up embarrassing moments that they had promised to keep private. With Y/N, however, she was unwilling to keep promises if Marc continued to piss her off.

“My mind is set! You leave, or I’ll drag you away myself” Marc declared.

Layla tried to reason with Marc, but it didn't seem to be working. That was until Y/N felt a strange sensation, the same one she had in Mogart's glass pyramid.

“Look out”

A rather deep voice was heard within her mind. It was definitely not Hathor. Her voice was more gentle while this one was more rugged.

Y/N's eyes widened and she grabbed the two adults by the arms. The three were pulled to the side and their backs against the wall. A black web-like form emerged from the back of Y/N and went over Marc and Layla, holding them in place. Soon after, a bright purple ball of light flew past them and collided with a car that had been standing nearby from where they stood.

They stood there frozen from the sudden attack, not realizing they could have died at that moment. Turning their heads to where the blast came from, they saw Harrow walking towards them, warming up another attack.

“Maybe it’s best if she stuck with us” Layla breathed out.

Marc and Y/N nodded. The black tentacles reverted back into Y/N’s body. Marc’s mask came back on and he pulled daggers. Layla spread her wings, at the same time taking out her blades. For Y/N, she decided to use ankh weapon that was provided.

The three stood together, waiting for Harrow to attack. That's what Y/N thought anyways before Marc and Layla went off and attacked him. Leaving her behind in her perplexity.

“Wait, we didn’t even discuss a plan” seeing that she was ignored, she rolled her eyes and followed behind.

Layla approached and began to slice through Harrow with her swords, but was stopped by his cane. The clanking of metal could be heard as Layla and Harrow sparred. Marc then charged in from the left, attempting to kick him but only colliding with the staff.

Y/N then leapt from above, attempting to strike him with the ankh but being deflected. She continued to jump behind him, attempting to land a hit but failing due to Harrow's cane. They had all three cornered him. While the other two were busy with one attack, one of them managed to land a hit.

Realizing that he was losing, Harrow held his staff and banged it onto the ground; creating a purple explosion and sending the three into the air.

Y/N used the sharp limbs on her back and pierced them through the hard floor. This created an anchor to keep her from hitting the ground. Yet the other two were knocked down. Laylas body was thrown to a metal stand while Marc landed on a car's windshield.

Harrow approached Layla, ready to pass judgment, but was stopped by Y/N and the extended gold ankh. She shielded herself and Layla by holding the spear diagonally.

“Guess you are first in line” Harrow commented and reached his hand over to Y/N’s head. Ready to judge her first.

She used her strength to push him away, but he was stronger. Her arms shook as she tried to push him back. Fortunately, Steven rammed his body away from Y/N and into a nearby shop before he could reach her. Steven deflected a few of Harrow's punches while landing a few of his own. He tried to kick him while fixing his blazer, but Harrow grabbed his leg and sent him flying through the wall and into another wall.

Harrow walked through the hole he had created and tried to head to Steven. A flying crescent dagger then flew past Harrow and onto the wall. However, the dagger had a rope connected to it. Confused, he looked back and was met with Marc landing a kick onto his stomach.

Harrow inhaled profoundly and attempted to strike Marc with the staff, but Layla grabbed it. She then threw Harrow against the wall, where Y/N appeared from the side, and began punching him in the face and ribs. Marc would come around the other side and hit Harrow when he grabbed her fist.

Layla attempted to cut the cane with her blades but only chipped it, causing a purple glow to emanate from it. Harrow was able to flee after she let go.

Y/N then grabbed the cane, causing him to come to a halt. The others then grabbed it and tried to push him to the ground, but Harrow maintained his stance. Marc tightened his grip on Harrow's neck, attempting to choke him. As he did so, the crocodile's eyes on his cane began to glow brighter, sending a blast to a nearby van containing women attempting to flee.

Noticing a young girl, Layla flew into the air and moved her away from being crushed by the van. She then put both hands on the vehicle to keep it from moving. Seeing that there was no longer a blast, Y/N ran to the side of the van. Grabbing onto the handle of the sliding door and with ease, took it off and threw it to the side. The women in it looked terrified and Y/N gestured hurriedly to get out.

“Vamos! Vamos!” She yelled, hoping that some Spanish was recognized in the Arabic language.

As she assisted the last woman, she noticed a man aiming a gun at her from the corner of her eye. Fortunately, Layla swooped in front of her and deflected the bullet with one of her golden wings.

“Thanks” Y/N smiled.

Layla nodded and then looked behind her, “Watch out!”

When Y/N turned around, another man began shooting at her. She deflected the incoming bullets by using the armor on her arms as shields. Luckily, her agility gave her quick reflexes. She kicked the man away and then punched him multiple times to knock him out. She became concerned as more men entered.

"Y/N, I know you haven't brutally beaten anyone, but I think using all that pent-up rage will help," Layla struggled to say as she resisted another of the followers.

Y/N began to think about all the things that irritated her. Handling an angry customer. Her entire essay progress being erased out of nowhere. Yes, these things frustrated her, but she began to focus more on her social life. That middle school boy always teased her and made her unhappy. Her cousin was always trying to impress those around her and made her feel inferior. The aunts and uncles would gossip behind her mother's back and demean her grandfather.

All of these thoughts helped in sparking a new motivation in her.

As the men approached her, she wrapped the black goo around her legs once more. She jumped up, grabbing and extending her ankh. As she began to fall, she grabbed it like a baseball bat and wound it back. She brought the spear down and hit one of the men who was staring at her in shock as she got closer, causing him to fall to the ground.

The others looked at their comrade before returning their gaze to Y/N, who was scowling. They started shooting at her, but her tentacles deflected them. Those same tentacles would then wrap around a few and slam them to the ground. Leaping into the air, she continued to hit many people from the torso to the head with her spear.

She tightened her grip on the ankh and continued to swing at the followers. It wasn't difficult to knock them out with the strength she was given. She took down the majority of the group one by one.

She decided to approach one of them, who was buff and tall. She shrugged and dropped the spear, tilting her head. She took a fighting stance, fists raised. The same way Marc showed her at the hotel.

“I’ll be fair. Come on,” she smiled, “Aver cabron, no te pongas todo el coño encima ahora”

The man ignored her comment and began jabbing her. She dodged them and threw a punch at his face, which she claimed made a cracking sound. He kept trying to hit her, but she would duck down or turn her head to the side.

She picked up the pace and began to punch in different targets. One in the jaw. One in the rib. One on his side. And another in the eye.

This continued until she finally landed an undercut which knocked him down.

She turned to face Layla, who was staring at her with wide eyes. Layla nodded as if surprised but also impressed by Y/N's ability to go up against a large group.

Before she could say anything, a knife was thrust into Y/N's chest. The man who did it grinned grimly, pleased that he had killed one of the attackers. Y/N looked down in shock and Layla couldn’t react before another man came from behind to try to fight her.

Y/N slowly looked up and grinned, “You’re funny”

She grabbed his collar and leaped into the air, summoning the goo onto her legs once more. The man yelled and nabbed her hand. Coming down, the man braced himself to be slammed onto the hard ground. Even as she landed on the floor, Y/N kept him from meeting death.

As she dropped him on the floor, he breathed shakily. Y/N motioned for him to leave, and he did so immediately. As he fled, Y/N approached Layla, who had just finished fighting the man who had attacked her. The stab wound on Y/Ns chest began to heal at once and all there was left was her smooth skin.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side” Layla elbowed Y/N.

“Don’t worry, I’m actually scared of you more than you are of me”

They both shared a laugh before Marcs yelling brought them back into reality. Harrow was controlling his arm and making the dagger try to pierce Marc’s face. They both ran to Marc's aid before the same dagger struck Layla's wing and held her on the bottom side of the turned van.

Harrow unleashed yet another burst of power in their direction. Y/N crossed her arms to protect her face from the power, and the tentacles held her down by penetrating through the earth. Layla shielded herself from the blast with the other wing. Marc, on the other hand, was thrown to the ground.

“Marc!” Y/N yelled.

Marc groaned in pain as he looked up to see Khonshu fighting Ammit in full force. Ammit then used Khonshu's own staff to restrain him. Harrow then came into view and approached Marc. He jabbed the cane against Marc's chest, causing purple light to surge from it and hurt Marc.

Y/N ran to him and used her spear to try to knock the cane out of Harrow's hand as Marc yelled in pain. The same power surge passed through the golden spear and onto Y/N when it collided with the cane. Her body felt as if it were being electrocuted, and her limbs went numb. She groaned in pain but kept trying to push the cane away from Marc's chest.

Marc looked up and saw how Y/N was there trying to help him. He then turned to Layla who was being hot at by more of Harrow's men. Seeing that the two people he loved being hurt enraged him. He looked back up to Harrow. Glaring at him before his eyes rolled back.

Y/N kept pushing through until she was shoved away. As she collapsed to the floor, she looked up to see Marc wearing his mask again, grabbing Harrows' staff and punching him repeatedly. She attempted to stand, but her limbs were too weak from the earlier attack. She kept staring at Marc as he fought Harrow.

It was brutal, and Y/N was stunned. Yes, Marc was aggressive at times while fighting, but he was going all out. And Harrow had no chance to fight back.

When he turned around, she noticed that his suit was different. It still had the same shape hood, but his mask was completely black, with only his white eyes visible. Actually, it appeared that black was an aspect of the suit. The majority of his body was covered in it, with white armor on his arms, chest, thighs, and shins. The suit almost looked like it belonged to a Stormtrooper.

He shifted his gaze to Y/N. Behind her was a man with a gun aimed at her head. Marc sprang into action, dropping Harrow in the process. He pushed the man down and took the gun from his grasp. Shooting the man in the head with the same gun, he returned his gaze to Y/N, checking to see if she was okay. He maintained his composure while staring at her was familiar.

He turned to Layla and threw his daggers at the guns, severing them in half. The men's eyes widened as they turned to face him. He would not only punch them repeatedly, but he would also stab them several times. He didn't care about the pleas for mercy. He continued to murder them all.

Y/N stood there terrified as she watched the scene unfold. It was the same numbing sensation she had when she saw not-Marc on the hill. When she followed the blood trail to a heap of bodies.

Her mind clicked and her eyes were fixed on him. It was not-Marc again.

Layla was also disturbed by the sight as he finished. She turned to face Y/N before attempting to pry the dagger that was holding her down. Concerned that not-Marc would cause her harm.

However he walked right past Y/N and was only focused on Harrow. Gaining more energy, Y/N sat up and began to stand.

“Who are you?”

He paused and turned to Y/N, “No one you should worry about”

He had an accent, if you pay attention to his voice. Not a British one, as Stevens indicates, but a Spanish one. Like the one she'd heard before she had to translate when her father tried to speak English in the store.

Not-Marc grabbed Harrow by the collar when he heard him trying to crawl away. He reached for the cane and aimed the top section over his head, ready to bury it into his skull.

Before he could, his body tensed and a gasp could be heard. He threw the cane to the side and stood up, perplexed by what had just occurred. Marc appeared to reclaim control of the body after putting on the white ceremonial suit again.

"That wasn't you, was it, Steven?" Marc looks around at all the damage he had just caused.

Rapidly, the suit turns to Steven's white tux, "Not a chance, mate"

Taking charge once more, Marc looks around and notices Layla and Y/N looking at him with concern. Layla pulls the lodged dagger from her wing and tosses it to the side. "What the hell was that?" she asks slowly as she approaches Marc.

"I blacked out..."

Y/N groans as she tries to stand up, leading Layla and Marc to rush to help her. Once on her feet, she feels herself regenerate instantly and her body is back to health. Hearing a rumbling come from the distance, they look up to see Ammit dragging Khonshu's defeated body away.

"Hathor, I think your friend needs assistance" Y/N quietly says to the side.

Hathor appears by her side and ponders, "...I can't interfere"

Y/N looks at her, irritated "You've been interfering ever since you gave us the hint about Ammit's tomb. Apart from that, you claim Khonshu was your best friend. Are you really going to let him down again?"

Hathor remained silent as she considered the previous comment. She felt guilty when she and the other gods imprisoned him. She used to call him a friend, but she betrayed him a long time ago. She is now on the same path as before.

"...There is a way to stop Harrow and all of this once and for all. Go to the Ennead and bind Ammit to Harrow's body"

"Why the Ennead?"

"The power in the room is enough to help you three get the job done, Layla here knows how to cast the binding" She looks over to her with a smile.

Layla nods and looks over to Marc who takes it as a signal to get Harrow. He throws him over his shoulder and glances to Y/N.

Y/N nods and scans Hathor's expression, "What about you?"

"I'll buy you guys some time, now go"

The three travel to a nearby portal, where they both enter what was once the Ennead. Hathor watches them walk away before approaching Ammit. As she does so, her size grows until she is as tall as a skyscraper.

Ammit stops and turns to Hathor who is tense.

"Did you finally decide to join the fight?" Ammit says backhandedly.

Hathors extends her arm, revealing a long golden staff in her hand. The top has the same symbol as Y/N's headband.  Hathor then takes a fighting stance and prepares to fight Ammit.

-

Back with the trio, Marc places Harrow's body on top of a piece of rubble. Y/N examines the ruins and notices that everything is covered in dust and sand. The statues are all broken, and the torches that used to illuminate the area are no longer lit.

"Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell" Layla holds out her arms to both Y/N and Marc.

Y/N has Layla's left hand in her hand, while Marc has the other. They take a few steps back from Harrow's body and begin chanting. Power surges through their body, causing it to tingle. A bright light shines from Marc's outstretched arm and passes through the last standing statues of the gods. The light encircles Harrow before returning to Y/N's arm. Harrow's body begins to shake as the chant continues.

-

Meanwhile, Khonshu and Hathor have Ammit cornered. Ammit is enraged as the same light begins to close in on them. "We could have made paradise," she says as she traps the two in place with her tail.

"It is over Ammit" Khonshu declares.

"You will be destroyed" Hathors struggles to say.

Ammit growls and her grip tightens on them.

-

A gust of wind blows across their faces, and they all smile. The spell was working, and the end of their mission was quickly approaching. From above, a plum-colored smoke begins to enter Harrow's body. His eyes open and he looks at the three people who are completing the spell.

"You can never contain me. I'll never stop" A mixture of Harrow's and Ammits voices comes through.

His body then relaxes and he stays unconscious. Marc and Y/Ns bodies jolt up and their gods appear beside them. Breathing out, they look over at them.

"Finish it and leave neither of them alive" Khonshu commands Marc.

He stalls but steps onto the platform on which Harrow is laid. Pulling out a blade from his chest, he winds it back, ready to put an end to the man before him.

"I have to finish this. If not, I'll never be free"

Y/N's brows furrow, "Wait, Khonshu only said to prevent Ammit from destroying the world. Not to kill her and Harrow as well. Doesn't that mean Marc should be set free?"

She looks up to Hathor who nods in understanding. Khonshu whips his head to Y/N, "Silence Maggot!"

"I beg your pardon, you did not just call my avatar by the name of larvae," Hathor grabs her staff and presses it against Khonshus' jaw.

Khonshu remains silent and raises his head away from Hathor's staff's horns. With a sidelong glance, he notices Y/N emerge from behind Hathor. She gives him a wicked grin and a middle finger. He groans at the humiliation and raises his hand in surrender.

Marc holds back a smirk at the way Khonshu's ego is hurt by Y/N. Layla gently hits Y/N which makes her put her hand down.

"You have a choice. You are free" Layla and Marc make eye contact.

"She will kill again!" Khonshu was able to escape Hathor's deadly stare.

"Now you sound just like her" Marc drops Harrow and throws his dagger to the side, "If you really want them dead, do it yourself. Now release us"

Khonshu stares at him and looks at Y/N and Layla.

"it was part of your agreement, Khonshu" Hathor tilts her head at him.

Khonshu sighs deeply, "As you wish"

Khonshu vanishes into thin air, and Marc raises his head. The crest on his chest begins to glow, followed by the rest of his body. It brightens up the whole room and soon disappears. He is now dressed in his regular clothes and falls to the floor. Layla and Y/N rush after him. They gently place him on the floor, and they can hear his soft snores.

"Damn, my guy must be tired" Y/N laughs.

Layla smiles and breathes out, everything was now fixed.

"What now?" Y/N continues to stare at Marc.

Layla shrugs, "Who knows, but I think archeology will be funnier with this new get up"

"You're staying as Tawarets avatar?"

"Just for a bit, she seems nice than you know who. What about you?"

For a brief moment, Y/N considers, "Even though having someone as a companion is fun, I feel like I'm cheating in life. So I'm just going to pack our belongings, and hopefully," she says to Hathor, her eyes wide, "she'll let me use her portal skills to get home?"

Hathor smiles, "Of course. Plus I am curious to see where you are residing"

Y/N smiles and walks over to Layla to say their final goodbyes.

"Tell Marc my goodbyes and to call me when he needs me. This goes to you too" She holds Y/Ns cheek. She nods.

Layla walks out of the Ennead, giving one last hug before embarking on her journey. Y/N returns to the hotel and takes both her and Marc's belongings. She sighed in relief as she returned to the alley where she had left her belongings in a rush as she chased Marc down, seeing her belongings still in the trash can.

-

When all of the items have been taken back to the hotel room, tentacles wrap around Marc's body and lift him up. Y/N waits for Hathor to create a portal leading into the apartment. She appeared to have exited the elevator as she walked out. A few tenants passed by as she walked out, gawking at how Marc was being held by black tentacles and hurrying away.

She opens the door to the boys' apartment, placing them on their bed, and closes the door behind them. She makes her way to her room and opens the door to find it exactly as she left it. Hathor follows behind and she stares at the quaint space.

"It might be bare, but I trust that you will be filling it with more things?"

"Hopefully, I still have to find a job to get the money to do that" Y/N rubs the back of her neck.

Hathor gives a quick 'hmm' and turns her body to Y/N, "Well it has been quite the adventure having you as my avatar, Y/N. Even if it was just a few hours"

Y/N gives a small laugh, "Yeah, you should stop by some time"

"I thank you for your offer," she smiles and her expression changes, "Before I do leave you, there is something you should know"

"What is it?"

"...That power you have, it is nothing like I have seen. Pay close attention to it and use it for good"

It gives Y/N an uneasy feeling, but she nods. Hathor gives Y/N a hug before she vanishes into thin air. In the same way, Marc's body reacted, Y/N's jolts up and a bright light fills the small studio. When it is gone, she feels exhausted and walks to her bed.

Falling on it, she finally feels the comfort of her pillows and blankets. Not caring that she was wearing her sweaty and dirty clothes from Cairo. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep immediately.

-

Banging on the door causes Y/N to jump before the sun's rays hit her eyes. She groans, rubs her eyes harshly, and begins to stand. The knocking continues, and it irritates her.

"Hang on! Damn!"

Not bothering in seeing who it is, she swings the door open and sees Marc looking down at her.

"You look like shit" She teases

"Haha, funny. So are you. We both slept for two days"

Taken aback, she walks to her phone that is on the floor. Checking the date on the home screen, she sees that he was in fact correct. It was now Saturday and it was the evening.

"Huh, guess we saved the world, high five" She lifted her hand and waited for Marc.

He did and rolled his eyes, "Alright, well I'm kinda hungry. Wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure, let me get ready. Meet you in 10?"

He ruffles her hair and nods. She closes the door and goes through her clothes, looking for something comfortable to wear for an afternoon meal. She puts on a black t-shirt and a brown jacket, then jeans and boots.

She then went to Marc and Steven's house to see if they were ready to leave. Marc was dressed simply in a jacket and a button-up shirt with jeans. "Ready?" He asked and she nodded.

They made their way to the elevator and walked in when it dinged. Waiting to get to the lobby, they began making small talk.

"You got class on Monday?" Marc put his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

"Yup, now I gotta actually gotta do what I came here to do"

Marc's body shifted and his posture slouched. Y/N smiled, "Hey Steven, haven't seen you in a while"

"Its been a while hasnt it? When was the last time we both shared an elevator ride?"

"Since we got fired remember? Speaking of which, we gotta put together our resume again"

"We certainly do"

"You think mentioning that we were once avatars for Egyptian gods and helped save the world from an old man works?"

Steven laughed, "I think it'll put us in a better position unless they decide to force us into a mental ward"

The elevator chimed, and the two stepped out onto the sidewalk. Many merchants were packing up their stores and heading home. The sun was also setting, and the street lights were gradually turned on.

"Ah yes, the mental ward. Loved that place. Indeed a spectacular experience" She says sarcastically with a British accent.

"Oh, you are hilarious. Actually, now that I think about it, where are we going to eat?"

"Ramen? I saw a place one time a while back, its got vegan options"

"Hmm, that sounds nice. Especially with today being chilly" He rubbed his hands together to warm himself.

Strolling down the street, they continued to talk about life and whatnot. It then moved onto the topic of the greatest fight Y/N was in back in Cairo.

"But did you see me fly in the air and bring down the ankh pole at those guys' heads?"

"I trust your word that it was badass, but I was too busy trying to not be killed by Harrow"

"Your telling me you missed all my moments?" she said offended.

Marc would then swap places with Steven, who would bring up Layla. When it was her, he would try to make it appear as if he didn't care about the topic.

"Yeah, before she left she said that she wouldn't mind marrying you again"

"She did?" Marc rather hopeful, "You think she changed her number by any chance?"

"Marc I was kidding. Dang, are you obsessed with her"

Then back to Steven.

"...So, when are you heading back to the states?"

"Actually, my sister called and said that they managed to convince my mother to let me stay. So you are now stuck with me" She faked an evil laugh.

This seemed to delight Steven, "I am glad, it would have literally sucked if you left"

"Of course, I make your life interesting" she smugly said

Nearing the restaurant, they walked in and began to order. Steven acted as if he was calling someone in order to make himself not seem cray when he asked Marc.

"Alright your order will be ready in 15 minutes," The cashier said and then walked to the kitchen to hand in the paper with the order.

The two sat at a table and continued to converse until their bowls of ramen arrived. They started eating and were satisfied; they hadn't eaten since arriving at the dig site. While they ate, Y/N got flashbacks to when she and Steven went out to eat on her first day of working in the museum.

She placed her phone on the table with the screen facing up. Trying to catch Marcs reflection, Y/N asked Steven if he was there.

"He is, he says to chew with your mouth closed" he chuckles

Y/N deadpans, "I am"

"He says you arent"

"Ok well tell him he can go suck Harrow's ass"

Steven's face wrinkles, "Marc is disgusted as well"

Y/N huffs and continues to chow down on her noodles.

"...Still no sign of seeing either of us?"

Y/N pauses and shakes her head. When one of them took control, Y/N tried to see their reflections as they walked over to the restaurant. However, it appeared that she had lost that ability, and she wondered how she had attained it in the first place. Still, it was probably for the best because she was currently picking a fight with reflection Marc, whom she couldn't even see.

After finishing their plates, Steven requested that Marc's plate be made to go. Thanking the waitress, they walked out and felt the chilly night air hit them.

-()-

As they returned to their apartment and continued their amusing conversation. It was nice to see how quickly things returned to normal. They didn't have to worry about jackals or heka priests anymore. Not to mention a bloodthirsty crocodile and her old sidekick.

"You think Donna is doing our work now back in the shop?"

"Oh if she is, I would pay to see the look on her face" they both laughed.

Steven and Y/N took in their surroundings and were thankful that they didn't have to deal with sand. It was quite a chore trying to walk through. After a while, Marc would then switch in where Y/N would bring up the deal she and he had.

"Hey, don't forget you still have to come over to LA and try the hotdogs"

"And you have to try the ones in Chicago"

As they walked back home, the two men considered how their lives would change now that they had someone who accepted them. Someone who, while rambunctious for others, was exactly what they needed in their lives. Y/N would spend the next four years of her life with them. It seemed insignificant, but in the grand scheme of things, they had many days and months to spend together.

And that's what made life feel much more adventurous to them.

-

Coming out of the elevator, they walked to their doors. Marc and Steven took turns saying good night to the teen.

"Don't stay up too late, it's bad for your health" Steven nagged at her.

"Right"

"Brush your teeth"

"Got it"

"If anything feels off, tell us" Marc came out to say.

"Ok! Thank you, padres" Y/N bowed and walked into her small apartment.

She went over her piles of clothes and grabbed a big t-shirt and some shorts. Taking off her boots, she slipped into sandals. Grabbing her only clean towel, she walked over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower.

Once she was done drying her hair and changing into her clothes, she wiped away the condensation from the mirror to look at herself. Eyebags were visible and she wondered if anyone felt pity for her. Shrugging she grabbed her toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste on it.

It seemed like Steven's words echoed in her head as she brushed her teeth. She almost laughed at how she listened to him. Using her hands as a cup, she put them under the faucet to fill with water. Tilting it to her mouth, she swished the liquid around and bowed her head to spit it out.

When she rose back up, her face was now distorted and her eyes were white and stretched out. There were black vines that held onto the white part and stuck to her face.

"Y/N"

She let out a shriek and fell back, hitting her head against the wall. Rubbing the área that was hurting, she hesitated on looking at the mirror. Rising back up, her face was back to normal. Laughing, she rushed out of the bathroom and shut the door.

She looked around and breathed out, “Im just sleepy, hahahah. It’s mimis time”

“Wrong”

She jumped and whipped her head around trying to find where the voice was coming from.

“I thought you were smarter than this. I’m not out there, I’m inside”

That was enough for her to freak out. She grabbed her phone and ran out the door, not caring that she was in her pajamas. She went to Stevens door and began banging on it. He was probably asleep already but with the amount of noise she was making, not for long. The door opened to Steven who had his glasses on was wearing sweatpants and a white shirt.

“It’s about to be midnight. What is it that it’s got you going berserk?”

“Can I come in, please?”

The way she was cowering made Steven realize something was very so wrong. He nodded and guided her inside. Closing the door behind, he went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea ready for her. He offered her to sit at the dining table but she shook her head.

“Explain to me what is going” Steven took off his reading glasses and placed them on the table.

“Steven, you might think I’m crazy but I swear I heard-”

“Tell him and I’ll bite both your heads off”

Y/N gulped and stopped speaking. Steven looked at her with concerned.

“Y/N, you know I’m here for you. I won’t judge you at all”

“I-its nothing, I just had a nightmare that I lost…both you and Marc” she swallowed, trying to make the lie sound believable.

Steven pursed his lips and brought her into a hug, “Oh love, there is nothing to worry about. Me and Marc will always be by your side”

“Yeah, I know. It was just scary”

Steven pulled away and smiled sweetly at her. His body tensed up and Marc looked at her suspiciously.

“I don’t believe you, what really happened?” He crossed his arms, “You said you heard something”

“I was just going to say that I heard you guys…being killed”

Marc gave a ‘hmm’, not believing her. Before she could try to explain more, in the back ground the news came on in Stevens television.

“Breaking News. A man was found killed in a dumpster behind a liquor store”

Forgetting about what they were talking about, Marc and Y/N made their way around Gus’s tank and to the small tv. On the screen it showed the murder scene that had yellow police tape around.

“The victim was a man who came from St.Anne’s Hospital by the name of Arthur Harrow”

The screen then flashed a picture of Harrow in the ward where he wore white pieces of clothing.

“Authorities say that his body was found with three bullet wounds on the chest. Investigations are still going underway, and the hospital has gone into high security alert. No suspects have been found at the moment”

The two stare in disbelief, knowing that they just saw him two days ago. It seemed like what Khonshu wanted Marc to do has been completed.

“He’s dead” Marc stated, not showing any sign of happiness. Just shock.

The way this case plus Y/N’s problem appeared at the same time was a huge coincidence. What was going on? All their problems were supposed to be over.

“Looks like your life won’t be boring at end”

Y/N glanced at Marc and excused herself to his restroom. Shutting the door, she went to the mirror and glared at it. Her reflection then changed into a black creature with the same white eyes from before. They almost reminded her of Spider-Man’s eyes from his suit.

“Did you do that?”

“He would not have a head if it was me”

Y/N clenched her jaw and breathed in, “Who are you ?”

“I am Manía, and you are mine”

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LETS GOOO, not only did I finish the chapter faster than other ones but I won’t have to depend on each episode to write out each chapter.

Meaning y’all can give me requests on what you would like to see in future chapters. A love interest for Y/N? More Layla and Marc moments? Scenarios? Idk

I hope y’all enjoyed it, and now I will continue on with a holiday special 💪

Btw imagine the creatures voice as Venom if you can think of a deep rugged one. Cuz the thing is a symbiote 🤪

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Your parents took your injury and assistance in saving the world as you expected them to. With not much of a reaction. At first, they began to fuss over you, but as soon as you showed them the wrapped wound, they had calmed down.

They took the news of you moving out much better. From the sound of it, they were both planning on selling the apartment and living full-time in their respective cities. Why they didn’t just get a divorce, you didn’t know.

You had promised to stay in contact nonetheless, and the Avengers had helped you strip your childhood bedroom down to nothing and move everything to your new home at the tower. You gladly took a smaller room, the coziness serving a great comfort to you as you finally accepted that you were fully without your parents.

Not completely without them, though. After the stress of your finals (which you aced), they mailed you a Christmas gift. A rather large deposit in your checking account and two handwritten letters, wishing you well and promising to visit sometime in the next year. The distance seemed to be the best thing for them.

You also celebrated your first holiday with the team. The weeks leading up to Christmas were a blur of decorating and gift shopping, during which you discovered that superheroes were horrible at choosing gifts. And wrapping presents. They were damn good at Secret Santa, though.

After Christmas Break, which flew by far too quickly, came the Winter Formal. The dance that started it all. And boy, were you ready.

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Step one, get a dress.

“Alright, guys, I think this is it,” you shout behind the dressing room curtain. Almost the whole team is waiting outside of it, save Peter, Clint, and Rhodey. Peter because you want the dress to be a surprise, Clint because he’s visiting his family, and Rhodey because he attested that the dress prices made him sick to his stomach.

You give yourself a once-over in the mirror, inspecting every detail. Yes, it’s skimpy. And see-through. But that’s not the point.

It’s black, sheer, and absolutely drenched in glitter. The damn dress is practically reflective. Underneath, you have a simple bra and some underwear that may-or-may-not-be-a-thong. It’s gorgeous, elegant, and something probably anyone else would get in trouble for wearing.

But this is your senior year, not the school board’s. So you say “Fuck it.” and fling open the curtain.

“Be honest. What do we think?” you ask. Nat hums in approval, but you receive no other reactions. You sigh exasperatedly. “I know it’s a lot, but I really like it and I think it’s the best one I’ve tried on-”

Tony is quick to wave his hands. “No, kid, it’s great! It’s just-”

“You’re growing up so fast!” Wanda sniffles. The poor witch rubs her eyes and leans into Nat’s side, emotions cranked up to 11 due to her powers reacting to the people around her. You raise a brow, unsure if that’s a good sign or not.

Thankfully, Sam steps in. “You’re good, kid. Right, you guys?” You receive several thumbs up and nods, the team unreasonably drained after only 20 minutes of watching you try on dresses. “Ready to go?”

You slip back into the dressing room, squealing silently and clapping at the dress before carefully taking it off, folding it gently, and emerging once more. You swipe your credit card with no regard to the price tag and gratefully take the bag, nearly skipping back to the team.

“You know, if you were going to fall asleep, you could’ve stayed home,” you say to the two super-soldiers, snorting when they blearily look around.

“What? No, no kid,” Bucky yawns, trying his best to support Steve as the blond begins to doze off standing up. “We’re just tired.”

Nat mumbles something in Russian and you watch the brunet go bright-red, snapping back haltingly. His movements jostle Steve, who mumbles an incoherent mess as you all step out into the sunlight.

“Alright, let’s go,” Tony claps, ushering everyone through the doors and into the limo.

Step one, complete.

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Step two, plan the rest of the Winter Formal.

Luckily, you had already planned the theme. A sort of celestial, elegant concept to keep some semblance of class to the biggest dance of your school.

All that’s left to do is plan the catering and venue, which you’ve designated to Dawson, Hallie, and a few Juniors that managed to get onto the planning committee. From the various phone calls they’ve made from the stage in the gym, it sounds like they’ve got both food and location, they’re just struggling to combine the two.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up from the gym floor where you’re finalizing ticket sales. “Can they not cater to the venue?” Hallie shakes her head, watching a girl ramble on the phone. You hold out your hand and she eagerly hands it off.

“Hey, what restaurant is this?” you ask.

A crackly voice mumbles back, “Olive Garden. And no, we don’t cater to Pier Sixty.”

“What if I give you an extra $200?” you reply with no hesitation. “Cash, paid in full to whoever caters.”

No surprise, the woman accepts, and you hand the phone back off. Meanwhile, you finish setting up the register to sell the last tickets at lunch today.

Hallie jumps up triumphantly, phone raised above her head. “We did it! Everything’s set up.” You congratulate them and thank everyone just as the bell rings. As you split off to class, you clutch the register in your arms.

Your first class is Physics with Peter. You plop your books down as you slide into the seat next to him. He leans over to peck you on the cheek and you grin, watching him blush before tilting his chin to plant a proper kiss on his lips.

He turns even more red, if that’s even possible. Stammering, his mouth opens and closes repeatedly, but no words come out. The bell rings before he can make a sentence.

Despite the temptation to tease him the whole class, you manage to focus on the notes. The new semester meant new material, AKA, more stress.

But physics isn’t too horrible, and Ms. Warren doesn’t give out much homework, so the class passes by without much fuss. Except for a brief back-and-forth about Ohm’s Law between two students.

In the ten minutes between classes, you and Peter walk to your locker. You open it and dump your books inside, snatching out the materials for your next classes.

“Hey, Penis Parker!” You and Peter groan in unison.

“God, will he ever get a better joke?” you grumble, fishing for a granola bar in your tub of snacks. Sighing, Peter shakes his head as he prepares for the torrent of name-calling.

“I see you’re hanging out with your little girlfriend,” Flash teases, leaning against the locker on the opposite side of you from Peter.

You slam the locker shut. “Yeah? What about it?”

Flash stammers. “Wait, are you two actually-“

“Dating? Yes,” you deadpan. “And if you have a problem with it, I recommend you keep your opinions to yourself.”

“You- you’re joking, right?” he chuckles nervously, looking as though the idea makes him want to gag.

Silently, you and Peter exchange glances. You furrow your brows in genuine confusion. “Flash,” you begin gently. “We- we’re actually dating.”

He’s dumbfounded.

“We’d better leave him to process,” Peter whispers, entwining your hands. He walks you to your next class and you wave goodbye, sighing heavily as you start the hell that is math class.

You make it to lunch with only two pages of homework, which you shove into your bag as you set the register down and wait for the Planning Committee. They arrive in time, carrying a banner that Dawson made last-minute.

They tape it up, the elegant calligraphy advertising the last Winter Formal tickets. As soon as you sit down, a few procrastinators swarm your table.

After what feels like an hour (but is really only fifteen minutes), you reach a break, your customers slowly depleting. You kick up your legs and rip open the granola bar, chewing absentmindedly as you zone out.

You don’t hear Peter, Ned, and MJ sneaking up behind you with a camera, but the entire cafeteria hears your panicked squeak when the former sweeps you up, spinning you around.

“Peter!” you laugh, slapping his arm. “That is not fair.” They take their seats around you, instantly bringing up the dance.

Flipping through a new book, MJ mentions that her parents bought her a fancy three-piece suit for the event and you smile, asking for details.

“It has gold buttons, it’s navy, silk on the inside,” she says, a small grin forming as you all listen, enraptured. “What about you, (Y/N)? Got a dress up to your standards?”

“Absolutely. Approved by the team and everything.” Peter whines, tossing his head back dramatically.

“Why won’t you show me it?” he asks, giving you puppy-dog eyes. Normally they work like a charm. Not today.

You shake your head, counting the cash in the register. “You’ll see it when you pick me up,” you quip, stashing the bills away from curious eyes.

“The good news is, we made our budget’” you announce with a cheer, slamming the drawer shut.

Step two, complete.

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Step three, attend the Winter Formal.

Okay, that was stupid. However, you couldn’t decide which was worse, having only two steps, or having “attend the dance” as step three.

Nonetheless, you poured your entire heart into getting ready. The bouquet you’d made for Peter sat on your vanity, the bright golden sunflowers contrasting the baby’s breath and eucalyptus leaves.

Your dress was the subject of over twenty different mirror selfies, the glittery fabric twisting around as you found the singular image you’d upload to Instagram later. You had done your makeup to match, a simple matte, natural lip complimenting the dark, glittery eyeshadow applied meticulously to your eyelids.

It was perfect. Your hair was styled without a strand out of place, your heels fit perfectly, and your celestial-themed jewelry really sold the look.

A knock sounds on your door.

Peter’s holding a bouquet as well, and after a moment of stunned silence you exchange the bundles.

“I- wow… Your dress is- it’s really hot. I mean pretty! Not that it’s not… hot, I just-“ He stammers a bit more before taking a deep breath and composing himself more. “You look really nice.”

“Thanks,” you giggle. “You look really nice, too.”

“Thanks.”

You smile and take his hands, meeting his gaze as your chest aches with an overflow of emotions. Your lovesick stare is interrupted when the team arrives, wielding a camera.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Tony shouts. “Let’s get some good pictures before we cut you loose!”

Peter and you cooperate, smiling for a max of five pictures before sprinting to the elevator. You sprint out of the lobby, too, racing to where Happy is waiting for you.

He drops you off with a warning of, “I’ll be back at 11:30, sharp!” You both thank him before linking arms, making some last-minute adjustments, and walking into your second-to-last school dance.

Your theme is perfect. Decorative stars hang from the ceiling in the place of disco balls, reflecting shards of light onto the crowd. And while not everyone is dressed to theme, the whole idea of an elegant ball prevented kids from wearing jerseys like they had at Homecoming.

Immediately, you beeline to the food and drink, pouring yourself a cup of navy blue punch with edible silver glitter swirling around inside.

Peter follows suit, though he sniffs the drink with mild suspicion. You also grab some pasta before finding a large table swarming with your friends.

There’s a distinct energy in the air, a quiet yet constant buzz of excitement. Or maybe it’s just the knowledge that most people are going to the Winter Formal version of After-Prom that happens to have much less supervision and much more alcohol.

“Hey guys,” you say, raising your cup and glass in greeting. They wave, conversation pausing as you both approach. "What do we think?" Twirling, you show off your dress.

"Damn," Evie's date claps. "How'd you get in here in something so sheer?" You laugh, shrugging. The attention then turns to Peter, complimenting his ink black suit with subtle sparkles embedded in the fabric.

The night passes on, songs changing the mood every so often. Any awkwardness or anxiety melts away as the night begins.

For a while, you dance with some friends, but after being shoved into a dance circle and putting your entire soul into Doja Cat’s “Vegas”, you have to take a break.

Yanking off your dagger heels and flopping into a chair, you pat away a thin layer of sweat forming on your brow. A buzz sounds from the table. You check your phone and are immediately bombarded with dozens of people sending videos of your dance from different angles.

“This is what I get,” you groan, slumping in an attempt to relax the muscles in your back and closing your eyes.

The blinding lights are blocked from your view, causing you to look up. Peter grins, sitting down next to you and offering a mint. You accept gratefully.

Smirking as an idea comes to mind, you grab a hold of his tie, yanking him towards you to kiss him. Thankfully, your aim is precise, and you both manage not to knock heads.

“I saw your little show,” he laughs breathlessly. “And I think the rest of the city has, too.”

“I should’ve known they’d post it,” you mumble, not mad enough to care. The lights began to dim, rich purple and blue replacing the golden shine. You can faintly hear the DJ announcing a slow song.

“Well?” You turn to Peter as he stands up, taking your hand. “You got one more dance in you?”

Your heart thuds in your chest as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “As long as I don’t have to wear the heels,” you giggle.

“You don’t have to wear the heels,” he affirms. You slip into the sea of people, passing a few friend groups dramatically mimicking the couples dancing.

The cold concrete is heaven against your bare feet, cooling you down as you stop in the middle of the dance floor. Peter thinks for a moment before resting one hand on your hip and taking your hand with the other. You grin.

“Ooh, someone did their research,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder.

Humming, he averts his gaze. “More like, May did the research. She was quizzing me on my way out the door.” You both laugh, swaying as the song continues.

With a light sigh, you lean your head onto his shoulder, humming along. He joins in, attempting a few harmonies.

It’s magical. Peter’s magical. You can’t help but blatantly ignore all those movies and anecdotes about young love not lasting, because nothing else has ever felt so perfect. Maybe they just didn’t have what you two did.

“I got a letter back from Columbia,” you confess, not moving your head from its place. “They accepted.” Peter can hear your pulse quicken.

“That’s great,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “Shit, that’s- that’s amazing.”

You hold on a bit tighter. “It’s four hours and 57 minutes away from Cambridge.” You know MIT is Peter’s dream school. And you’d never want to keep him from it, but you can’t help but be scared by the distance.

“You Googled it?” he asks. You nod, sniffling once before stopping yourself. He pauses to consider his next words. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. Plus, we can always bother Dr. Strange and have him open a portal.” You laugh, recalling your one and only meeting with the Sorcerer Supreme. He seemed like a wizard version of Tony.

“That sounds nice,” you say. The song ends, the bright lights return, and your energy fully drains. It’s late. Happy won’t be here for another hour. “Do you wanna text them that we’ll walk home?” you suggest, walking back to your table and grabbing your purse.

Peter tugs up his sleeve, revealing a webshooter. “Who said anything about walking?”

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“OH MY FUCK.”

Okay, maybe swinging home isn’t Peter’s brightest idea. You had swung with him during the day, but there was something considerably worse about flying through pitch-black.

“Peter, holy shit,” you hiss, clinging on tighter. Finally, he stops. Hundreds of feet in the air. Clinging onto the window of the Avengers Tower lounge. He taps once, and you both laugh as the team jumps, rushing to open the window.

You maneuver inside, heels and purse in hand as you tousle your hair to somewhat tame it.

“You swung home?” Nat asks, humor laced in her tone as she takes in your disheveled state.

Peter waves her off. “It was quicker than walking,” he argues. Turning to Tony, he says, “I’m gonna spend the night, if that’s alright. I already texted May.”

They bid you goodnight, unpausing the documentary they were watching. As you wait for the elevator, you hear a narrator detailing the Battle of New York.

“Not them watching a documentary about themselves,” you chuckle as the elevator ascends to the residential floors.

“Have you looked at each of their Netflix accounts?” Peter asks, opening your door for you. You shake your head with a smile, tossing your shoes into the corner along with your purse.

“No, but I can imagine that they’re very telling.” You ask FRIDAY to shuffle your playlist when your favorite song seeps from the speakers.

You grab Peter’s hands, twirling him as you mouth along to the verse. To him, it’s the most adorable thing in the world.

“I come home, in the mornin' light, my mother says ’When you gonna live your life right?’ Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones, and girls, they wanna have fun… Oh girls just wanna have fun…”

As you tug him along in haphazard dance moves, his thoughts wander. Your earlier worries were more than valid, and he had to admit that the distance was scary. The two of you had almost spent every day together for almost 5 months now, and the abrupt change was bound to affect you both.

“The phone rings, in the middle of the night, my father yells ’What you gonna do with your life?’ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one…”

But you had six months until you moved into college, so for now he simply soaks in the feeling of you in his arms. You hum along to the iconic chorus, sighing contentedly.

“But girls they wanna have fun. Oh girls just wanna have- That’s all they really want, some fun.”

Neither of you could stay up for much longer after that, the high-energy night taking its toll on your bodies. You shed your dress and Peter tossed off his suit.

He lazily grabs a t-shirt and you snatch up some sleep shorts before crawling under your plush covers. You curl under his arm, laying halfway on his chest.

The sounds of the city are quiet so far up. Only the occasion screech of tires followed by sirens reach your window. Nestling further into Peter’s side, you look up at him, eyes straining to find his in the dark.

“Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You wait for a moment, wondering if your next words were too much too soon.

“I love you,” you whisper, so quiet you can hardly hear it.

But Peter’s enhanced hearing picks it up, and his entire body feels light. A warmth spreads from his head to his toes, all-encompassing and overwhelming in all the best ways.

“I love you, too,” he responds. You smile, giddy, before burying your head into his chest, attempting to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.

Who knew that a fake internship and a group of meddling superheroes could end in this?

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Snow (pt.1 invite)

avengers x teen fem reader.  

Back story

the reader is a 16-year-old girl with ice superpowers she was a baby when she got sent to Earth (why she doesn't know but she thinks it was because her parents didn't want her) she was found by HYDRA and raised there she was mistreated, used, shot at, train, electrified and so must worst when she turned 5 she didn't feel anything of the things they did to her and even if she did she would never let them know they have too much fun with that. one morning after her daily ¨training¨ she found a baby in her room and later learn she had to care for him she named him Chris. she did she wanted the best and to have Hydra give that she had to do horrible things her name was ¨frost bite¨ cause she freeze people when she was 14 (Chris 9) in her daily ¨training¨ he was the one in the chair and he was the one getting hurt and they didn't stop. she had gotten attached and Hydra didn't like that she tried to get to him but was too late he had passed there was nothing left of him and it was painful for both of them all the anger and sadness broke her even so that she lost control the whole base exploded and she grabbed a picture of them together and ran.  

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Two years later reader is 16 now still on the run but she was trained to beat the best to be the best. you had a mission with no stop you went from HYDRA base to HYDRA base with maybe a week between each attack the goal was that nobody ever got hurt by them again. you have so many identities you gave yourself a different name ¨snow¨ and even a normal name ¨Chloe Hallow¨ you closed a painful chapter in your life and started to do better. but on one mission in Germany, something happened that wasn't supposed to happen it was a big base and it turned out the Avengers had heard too and much to our luck they weren't in the way they tried to talk to you and then catch you but failed miserably. you had read about them and everything but you didn't care cause it wasn't useful. Still, now they were very interesting you postponed your planned missions for about 3 weeks by the end you knew everything you even entered the ¨secured¨ compound and snooped through some stuff (nobody nodest). Still, hey you are the best there is you created an account and mailed Mr Fury giving him base locations I mean there are a lot and you could use some help. when he got the mail all the bells went off who sent him that? how doesn't give out his mail not even the Avengers have it? how do you know that there are bases there? he asks you all of those questions in his mail to you. your reply was simply ¨meet me at the coffee shop on 23 Main Street tomorrow at 4:30 PM come alone otherwise I won't show. O and don't tell anyone¨ so he cancelled his meetings and told no one and he got to the coffee shop at 4:27 Like clock-work 4:30 you walked in and sat down but before he could say something you said:¨I know I am young but you want to know you I got your mail Mr Fury and I'm willing to give that information¨ you say ¨go ahead tell me¨ Fury states¨well simply I went in you ¨secure¨ compound and got it from your computer¨ he looks at you impressed ¨and how-¨ he starts but you cut him off ¨how do I know where those bases are? I have my ways¨ you answer he looks at you and says ¨I have a team super heroes you'd be perfect I have seen you're file it is very impressive from whats known at least ¨ ¨im not interested I have a lot of things to do¨ you reason both of you argue for a good while at the end Fury convinces you (that's what he likes to think but you need some chance and you know it it is gonna be hard but you can do it ) you agree to come in on Friday (that's 3 days from now). 

if you want more parts just let me know

PS: don't mind the mistakes pls

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Bruce's Bar

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: ~1700 words

Outline: Bruce wants to introduce you to his beloved bar.

Warnings: alcohol, dry humping, swearing, slightly dom! bruce, handjob, pet names, rough p in v sex, nipple play, creampie.

Author's Note: Inspired by she-hulk's first episode :)

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Bruce had the idea that for your six-month anniversary together he should introduce you to his bar. Apparently, he and Tony Stark had built a cabin and a bar in a coastal village in Mexico. Drinks, sun, and the beach. How could you ever say no to that?

“And this is where the magic happens!” Bruce says enthusiastically as he shows you the bar, the sun setting in the distance. 

“Looks absolutely amazing, baby.” You nod your head looking around. “The decoration is sublime.”

“Let me show you how a good cocktail is made.”

“Show me your best, baby.”

Four drinks later that were definitely not mixed well and most likely with more alcohol than they should have, you were both barely sitting on the bar stools, giggling at each other, story after story. Your one leg was between his thighs and you had been absent mindlessly rubbing it on him for a while. Bruce looked so beautiful in the bar lights, the way his whole demeanor had changed since he walked inside the cabin and the way he talked about the avengers had you looking at him very….hungrily.

You smile at him sweetly as you lean forward, pushing your body closer to his, your one hand wondering to the hem of his jeans. He is still reciting a battle story taking sips of his drinks. You unbutton the top and bottom and then the zippers naturally fall down. 

“Oh.” He exclaims. “Are we getting a little frisky?” 

“You’re the one who’s already hard, Brucey.” You wink at him and chuckle. Your hand grabs his crotch confirming your suspicions and he only grunts in response. 

“Oh baby, you’re the one rubbing yourself on me, can you blame me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything.” You feign innocence and squeeze his cock. “But I know you wanna fuck me on the countertop.”

Bruce gulps loudly, your strong advances always made him hot and bothered and he was way more than bothered. You push down his boxers to set his cock free for you. 

“Look at you being a dirty little boy.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“What? I’m the sweetest little thing you know.”

“A fucking menace that’s gonna end up so fucked here that she wishes she never started teasing me like that.”

“Promises promises…” You shake your head and sigh loudly, spitting on his cock, and then wrapping your palm around it. “Look at me always doing all the work.”

Bruce only grunts as you start working fast on his cock, rapidly moving your hand on his length just because you know how much it will get him worked up. Bruce liked fucking you more than he could ever enjoy just the touch of your hand. 

“Let me fuck you properly…” He mumbles and you stroke him slowly, changing the pace, dragging your thumb over his tip. His head hands back, alcohol heavy on his tongue, and eyelids heavy.

“No. You said I only wanna get fucked, maybe I just wanna take care of you.”

“Oh, please.” He scoffs and that’s when you squeeze his balls making him moan again. 

“I wanna feel your tight pussy, Y/N, fuck your pretty brains out.”

“Oh, I bet you do, baby.”

“I need to get inside you, stretch you with my cock…”

“I don’t even know if you are capable of that, you seem very drunk.”

The growl that comes from his lips is animalistic and it’s like something inside him snaps and comes forward taking your wrists in his hands and turning you around to pin you on the countertop. With one quick movement, he rips out your shirt and pushes down your bra. 

“You like to hear me beg, don’t you?” He groans against your ear, his lips kissing your neck and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. 

To your surprise, his next movement is not to rip open your jean shorts but instead he reaches for the rest of his glass and proceeds to throw it on your breasts. 

Of course. You think to yourself and you can only giggle as he pushes up your breasts with the palms of his hands and then buries his head between them, licking around with the flat of his tongue.

“Brucey…” You breathe, his tongue cleaning the alcohol so well off your skin, pulling and biting at your hard nipples.

“Shhh...” He murmurs, reaching out for your drink and repeating his previous motions. You can only moan at the way he is working on your nipples, lapping around so fast and effectively that makes your panties wet. 

“You promised to fuck me, Bruce.”

He looks up to you with a smirk and then he travels his hands to your jeans, ripping them apart with one quick movement. 

You momentarily remembered you truly didn’t pack a lot of clothes because you figured you’d be naked anyway but you never thought you’d lose your traveling clothes as well. 

He doesn’t let go of your nipples as he pushes your panties to the side, how gentleman-y of him, and then brushes his cock over your lips. 

Now he was fast, all because you provoked him like that, if you’d let him be then he would still be reciting his stories. Bruce was a huge talker. You smirk to yourself as he lines up his cock to your pussy pulling at your nipple and then he pushes his cockhead inside making your mouth hang open in pleasure.

Then is time for him to smirk. He lets go of your nipples, putting his hands on the sides of the countertop, the angle of the position pushing his cock further inside you and then he begins the most brutal thrusting you had ever experienced with him. 

His cock hits all the way to your cervix and then his cock almost slips out, only to slam it inside back again moving his hips vigorously against your frame and you swear you can see a hint of green in his hair. Your legs have wrapped around his waist and are the only thing that keeps you steady as your hands stick on his shoulders. He is staring at you, mouth hanging open as he fucks you like this, animalistic and raw. 

“Shit!” You exclaim when you hear a wood cracking and that’s when he loosens his grip on the countertop. Instead of stopping, he is pushing you down on this and climbing on top of you. His hands grab your wrists pinning them above your head and he continues his brutal pace from before, completely trapping you underneath him. 

“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” He muses, his lips hanging above yours as you can only moan and shout, every single thought getting fucked right out of your head. 

“You can’t fucking speak now, can you?” He only laughs as you feel him finish inside you with a short grunt. Your body is spasming under him with the arrival of your own orgasm and his now slower strokes. 

But he doesn’t stop. His hands leave your wrists free only to grab your chin and then he returns to his brutal rhythm. 

“Got make sure my cum will stay deep inside you. Looks like you need to be taught a fucking lesson.” His voice is low that it makes your insides burn and the way he doesn’t stop makes you even hornier. You hadn’t ever seen him like this before so it must be the magic of the place.

Or the fact that he won’t admit that he likes begging you to let him fuck you. But who were you to rattle a man’s ego?

Your hands are trying to hold on to his muscles as he is groaning above you, the slapping sounds of skin on skin, white cum floating around, filling the room only followed by your repeated moans. If only anyone could ever see you like this, getting fucked so fucking fast that it makes you shake.

“I am gonna fuck you so hard you will never be able to forget it.” He groans and it instantly makes you orgasm, screaming his name. 

He looks at you with a smirk, stopping his thrusts, just to watch your body tremble, your legs trying to close on him. 

“Feel me.” 

He whispers and then he cums again inside you with just only a couple of slow strokes, filling you again, and now is so match and so creamy that it only spills out of you. He lies a little on your side, to look better between your bodies, slipping his cock out of your pussy. 

His palm goes to your pussy scooping up the cum and pushing it inside again. His finger feels so thick and heavy inside you that only if your body didn’t hurt so much, you’d clench around it. 

“Can’t even keep it in, huh? It just feels so good…” He presses his finger inside just to sit there and admit his work and you can only look at him, your body shook to its core and still panting heavily. 

“Look I got an idea.” He smirks and reaches for his back pocket. Then he pulls out his phone and then he snaps a couple of pictures of your abused pussy and his cum spilling out before snapping one of your well fucked face. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He grins and puts the phone away. 

You can’t really speak, all you try to do is say his name but he only soothes you and holds you close kissing you sweetly. 

“I know, I know, baby. A few more minutes so you can breathe properly again and I am taking you to bed.”

Bruce is ever the sweetheart, he carefully picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and then cleaning you sweetly with a washcloth making sure you are all cleaned up and no visible bruised had formed. 

“Unfortunately when it comes to clothes I only got what Tony left here so.” He muses as he dresses you in a black Led Zeppelin tour concert shirt. 

He then places a blanket over you and follows you to bed, keeping your body warm with his extraordinary body heat. And come the morning time he brings you freshly baked pancakes and plenty of fruit that lay forgotten on the bedside table.

Something about that Mexican air…

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