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I’m so sorry I had to

Bruce: So you kept Wanda alive as a zombie even though shes extremely dangerous, had to be fed live humans, and can’t be cured?

Vision: Yes

Literally everyone: That was terrible and reckless

Vision:

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|Good Boy|

C.E x Reader

A/N: I know I know...I promised this weeks ago lol. Forgive me?

Summary: A sex deprived Chris and some coco butter lotion on his lady? Maybe he can get back on her good graces.

Warning ⚠️ Rated R, viewer/reader discretion is advised. Sex, word porn (etc) if any of this makes you uncomfortable PLEASE DO NOT READ!

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You sat on top of his torso with ass directly in his face. His smooth hands rubbing the coco butter across your fat behind evenly pressing his finger deep into your skin. You felt your core tremble and you looked down at his cock slowly rising and the bumpy veins bulging. Licking your dry lips you looked behind you as he gave your soft ass a squeeze. He had given you a lifted brow as you watched his mouth peek into a tiny smile. The gag you had shoved in there five minutes prior preventing Chris from speaking.

“Mm Chris…just like that.” You told him eyes going back to his tall member staring you in the face. You moaned feeling his large hands grip your ass his other hand trying to pull you closer to his face. “Mmm.” You moaned with a sneaky laugh. Your core still throbbing at the soft glide of his hands slapping your ass gently making goosebumps appear.

Chris was no stranger to your body. His hands were very well acquainted with your large ass and their matching tiger stripes. He damn near slept on it every night and worshipping your heavy thighs. Looking back at him again as your hand touched the tip of his dick gently, Chris was begging you to take it into your mouth.

“You want me to suck you off, baby?” You tease as he nodded his head. “Yeah? Want me to take your big cock in my mouth.” You tease again. “Want me to make you cum?” His naked body shook a little as you eye him. His grip on your ass tightening and loosening if it was a stress ball. Facing Chris’ dick you spit on it.

With one hand you glide up and the other tickling his pair. Your mouth began to water a bit with anticipation. This was a punishment for him honestly. Chris thought coming home at two in the morning was acceptable. “I lost track of time.” That’s been his excuse everyday this week and then he had the audacity to sleep all day without showing you a speck of love and affection besides a sorry half ass peck on the head before falling right onto the bed.

You had fallen into this position when he objected to you shaving your lady parts. You had one foot on the edge of the tub and he was leaning on the door in his robe. His arms were crossed and he was getting sick of the silent treatment. “Baby you can’t keep ignoring me.”

“You’re right. I can’t but I’m really mad at you so, go away.” You shooed him with the shaving cream bottle on the toilet.

“Y/N.” He said

Rolling your eyes you focused on the mirror beneath you. Your boobs were spilling out of your bra accidentally on purpose. You had no problem making Chris lust over your body while playing this game of ‘look do not touch’ which you were definitely winning at this point.

Your lips rub together as you take the little razor in your hands. Chris walked over and snatched the razor from your hands, throwing it on the ground. His eyes look at you with an immense and rather annoyed glare. You smirk gently and lick your lower lip, his hand reaches for a towel and he laid it on the counter. He snatched the rag off the counter and lifted you onto the sink. His eyes never leaving yours as he wet the cloth and squeezed it out with his free hand. Your hand rested on his shoulder for support and his jaw clenched. Lifting your leg onto his shoulder you watched him wipe off the shaving cream

“What are you doing?” You chuckle

“No, what are you doing?” He asks “you’re shaving my pet.”

“Chris, please.” You scoff as he rinses the cloth out. “She’s not yours anymore. You have another pet who keeps your dick wet until two in the morning-“

“I told you already,” he sighed with a chuckle “I’m not with any other woman, Y/N. I am working.”

“Shut up.” You tell him, snatching the cloth from his hands and hitting him across the chest with it. “Don’t talk to me.” You said standing up and picking up the razor and shaving cream. “My kitty, my rules.”

“You’re not shaving that.” He said as you held your your palm to his face walking out of the bathroom. His eyes widened at your audacity as a little smirk plays on your lips. You began to let the robe fall off your shoulder exposing your shoulder blades and the bra.

Ohhh weren’t you a tease! His dick twitched and he groaned loudly wanting to bend you over the hallway table and watch you take him.

Chris licked his lips and followed you out. Like a child, you repeated, “Lalalalala.” As your man tried to talk to you. “I can’t hear you! Lalalalalalala.” You kept going.

“Y/N-“

“Nope! Lalala!”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Keep walking like that,” he says scanning your half naked body. “Im gonna have you begging for me to fuck you.”

“Me fuck you?” You laughed out loud, swinging your head around. “Christopher please!” You laughed as the robe fell in a small pool at your feet. “You want me!” You told him throwing the shaving cream at him before flicking him off. “You want to fuck me!”

Chris only laughed and nodded his head as you couldn’t hold in your own laughter. “Fuck you.” He chuckled and walked near you as you tried to pretend to be mad. The shaving cream dropping out of his hands as he bit his lips.

“Don’t touch me, fool.” You giggled as he folded his hands in his armpits. “You don’t get none of this.” You motioned to your body. “Go fuck that other bitch.”

Chris cocked his eye brows up seeing your teeth laugh. His bottom lip was wet, you could just grab him by his face and lick lips with him. Mmm how you wanted a taste of your man’s lips. You weren’t really mad, but seeing Chris squirm like a child holding their pee made you laugh. The pure enjoyment you were having.

The yearning in his eyes. They literally beamed as you unhooked your bra. A low grunt left his throat and you walked closer to him holding the lace bra in your hands waving it in front of him.

“Baby come on.” He moaned throwing his head back shifting his legs left to right. “Don’t do this to me.” He begged poking out his lower lip. “Please baby please. I’m sorry.” He whispered

“Shut up.” You whispered back as your lips were on his ear. “No more talking for the night. You wanna get back on my good graces?” You asked him

“Yes. Y/N you can’t be serious-“

“I said shut up.” You frowned gracefully, and brought your thumb to his lip motioning for him to widened his mouth. You inserted one of the bra cups into his mouth. He didn’t speak. You grinned evilly and pushed him against the wall. He eyed your tits and reached to touch the nipples.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you folded your lips and practically melted in his tender touch. They ran across your soft nipples back and forth. Fuck! He was winning. You didn’t want to seem like you were enjoying it to much. He wanted to fuck you.

You breathed in sharply before backing away. You smirked and squeezed his cheeks together. His eyelashes blinked and he groaned in frustration. You stalked off to your room where you started putting on some lotion. The coco butter smoothing in your hands as you heard his heavy footsteps drag to the door. Chris wastched you bend over slathering the lotion on your ankles as your core stared him directly in the face. He clenched down on the bra as the other side hung out. His foot tapped and you knew he was watching.

Why is torture so much fun? You asked yourself

Chris had snatched the lotion and began rubbing it in his palms. He started on your other leg and you sat down seeing the erection growing in his plaid pajama pants. Damn…your own jaw clenched trying to fight your own urges to rip them off. Chris noticed your wandering eyes and stepped back taking off his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. Typical. He loved going commando at night. It lead to easier sex when you both woke up with the horny urge to fuck.

You were sitting on his knee as he sat on the bed. The bra still hanging from his mouth. Hmmm, maybe Chris was really sorry. You joked as his thumb crossed over your nipples. His other hand on your thigh rubbing in the extra coco butter. He laid back as your eyes inch over to his cock. Chris yanked your ass onto his chest in a swift motioning for you to lean over so he can lotion you up.

“Chris…” you muttered laughing enjoying his roaming hands.

Which brought you here. Aching to give your man some head. He was being so good! You wanted to scream. Your mouth came on top of his dick and you heard him moan. You wanted to hear him in all his loud glory so you reached back and took the bra from his mouth. He coughed and moaned loudly again.

Smiling against his hard member you stroked up and down his cock with your tongue. It touched the back of your throat and Chris pulled you down on his face. Your weight sitting on your face and he groaned again as you settled your own throbbing core on him.

You breathed out and gasped as his mouth sucked on you. Your slurping sounds and Chris light kissing noises made a beat as your heart thumped. He groaned with every breath and you kept bobbing your head up and down his shaft as your hand played with his balls.

The veins poking the inside of your mouth. You had never done a 69 with Chris. With no one actually. He would beg you to sit on his face and you’d jerk him off. That was about it.

Chris loved to watch your face when you came. He would fuck you in the bathroom, bent over the sink, plunging his cock in you and you always tried to keep eye contact with him, but in the midsts of your pleasure you’d close your eyes and cum. Many times he’d finger you as you both stood in front of the large mirror in your hallway. Chris would hold your leg up and you’d hold onto his neck for support and it never failed. His eyes would watch you open your mouth when he hit your g spot and just when you were going to cum, Chris would insert a third finger. It always made your body lurch forward, practically falling on the mirror, smearing your sweat and cum all over it. Then he’d lick all three of his fingers and bend down to lick up your thighs and legs.

Sex with Chris was easy. He was open with everything and you liked to experiment. As he ate your pussy, you felt your core tighten and release over and over as you moaned against his hard member. Your mouth full, you felt his warm cock beat inside as you moaned loudly. Chris grunted and his cock twitched shooting his semen at the back of your throat. You gagged a little letting his cock fal lfrom your lips covered in his cum as you swallowed.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned pulling your ass even closer. You were sure you were suffocating him. Your eyes closed tightly as he raked his tongue on the inside of your core. Your feet curled as you threw your head back as your orgasm was peeking.

“Right there!” You groan with labored breathing “Ahh fuck! Fuck!”

The wet core covered in Chris’ salvia pulsates as you rock against his mouth. Your hand reaching down massaging your enlarged clit with quick motion. Chris slurped and you moaned. His voice was muffled and you arched your back feeling your own wetness soak his face.

“I’m almost there!” You rubbed your clit faster as his tongue plunged and slurped. “Chris!”

Feeling yourself release onto his face, a rain storm covered his mouth dripping onto his beard. He gasped catching his breath as he flipped you over, hovering over you. Laughing, you watched his wet beard go down, licking up your thighs as you caught your breath.

He moaned as his tongue tickled the inside of your huge thighs as he slapped the skin with his palm. The sting sent you into a small frenzy as you winced slightly as grabbed onto his hair, rubbing your fingers through his soft scalp. His eyes hungrily undressing you as he flicked his tongue on the outside of his mouth, tasting your juices that ran down his face.

“Good boy.” You muttered

The End!

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"Good Boy" Chris Evans x Reader

SNEAK PEEK

Summary: A sex deprived Chris and some coco butter lotion on his lady? Maybe he can get back on her good graces.

Warning ⚠️ Rated R, viewer/reader discretion is advised. Sex, word porn (etc) if any of this makes you uncomfortable PLEASE DO NOT READ! NSFW! A/N: LMK if you want to be tagged! Leave it in the ASK BOX.

“Nope! Lalala!”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Keep walking like that,” he says scanning your half naked body. “Im gonna have you begging for me to fuck you.”

“Me fuck you?” You laughed out loud, swinging your head around. “Christopher please!” You laughed as the robe fell in a small pool at your feet. “You want me!” You told him throwing the shaving cream at him before flicking him off. “You want to fuck me!”

Chris only laughed and nodded his head as you couldn’t hold in your own laughter. “Fuck you.” He chuckled and walked near you as you tried to pretend to be mad. The shaving cream dropping out of his hands as he bit his lips.

“Don’t touch me, fool.” You giggled as he folded his hands in his armpits. “You don’t get none of this.” You motioned to your body. “Go fuck that other bitch.”

Chris cocked his eye brows up seeing your teeth laugh. His bottom lip was wet, you could just grab him by his face and lick lips with him. Mmm how you wanted a taste of your man’s lips. You weren’t really mad, but seeing Chris squirm like a child holding their pee made you laugh. The pure enjoyment you were having.

The yearning in his eyes. They literally beamed as you unhooked your bra. A low grunt left his throat and you walked closer to him holding the lace bra in your hands waving it in front of him.

“Baby come on.” He moaned throwing his head back shifting his legs left to right. “Don’t do this to me.” He begged poking out his lower lip. “Please baby please. I’m sorry.” He whispered

“Shut up.” You whispered back as your lips were on his ear. “No more talking for the night. You wanna get back on my good graces?” You asked him

“Yes. Y/N you can’t be serious-“

“I said shut up.” You frowned gracefully and brought your thumb to his lip motioning for him to widen his mouth. You inserted one of the bra cups into his mouth. He didn’t speak. You grinned evilly and pushed him against the wall. He eyed your tits and reached to touch the nipples.

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 "𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫" 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢

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This right here automatically makes your poc audience feel 1)shitty 2)undesired to read. When a reader insert says stuff like this, you’ve already boxed in your reader and it caters to only white and pale readers. It just seems fucked that the only way poc can read fanfiction comfortably is when it’s specifically wrote for them and/or by them.

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Ride Me, Sweetheart {B.B.}

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Bucky shows you there’s more than one way to ride his motorcyle. 

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Bucky/fem!reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 2.5K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴:Smut, 18+, oral (f reciving), cum eating, vaginal sex, cockwarming on the motorcycle

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

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A/N Do not try this at home, this is fiction!

Bucky prides himself on taking care of his things. Not that he has much that he actually calls his own, but the little he has, the little that he can claim as his own, he takes care of.

Blame it on the era he grew up in or his time spent being someone one’s else property. Maybe it’s a combination of both along with the fact that when he managed to get his own little apartment stuffed with his mishmash of belongings, it was stolen from him too. Most of his things were confiscated by the government.

Now, he treasures everything he gets his hands. He could never express enough how much it means to him when you wonder around yard sales with him, both wearing baseball hats and glasses, and let him pick through stuff. Although you both know that he really doesn’t need those extra sets of tools or that he will never fix that game system.

His latest score is that broken music box he snagged while you were talking with the owners of the house. He plans on having it fixed up for you before Christmas.

It gives him a sense of normalcy that he doesn’t get very often in between missions.

But with you, hand wrapped around his, nudging him away from the VHS tapes, he finds himself slipping more and more into the Bucky he was before, the Bucky would have swept you off your feet the minute he met you instead of lurking behind you for three months before finding the courage to ask you out.

You never pushed him further than he could go, yet somehow brought him closer to himself than anyone else could. More than Steve, Sam than anyone.

When he bought his new motorcycle, you were the first person he showed. Your excitement matching his own.

He had never gotten so hard in his life, bordering on painful, watching you straddle his bike, touching the handles. When you looked over at him, flashing that exquisite smile, he almost came in his pants.

He knew then what he needed to do, what he wanted to do with you.

And tonight he wants to show you how much he appreciates you. That out of all the things he has, he treasures you above everything else. And he’s going to start with giving you a night you won’t forget.

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Take It All Off

Summary: Chris does not want you wearing another team’s jersey in his house. In fact, he doesn’t want you wearing anything in his house.

Pairing Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Chris (he’s a warning. No plot lives here on Sinday

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A/N: Little drabble for a nonnie. Hope you like it

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Music booms through the lower level of the house, the waning scent of pizza and mozzarella sticks from the earlier hour-long break wafting through the living room. Boxes stacked neatly in the hall, you’re  standing in front of a small tower, searching for one in particular. Turning the stack around with your foot, the black writing on the side comes into view.

You scan down until you find the one with your t-shirts and sweats; you wiggle the box out and head upstairs. “Chris, I’m going to get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Darlin’ we don’t wear clothes in this house,” he yells from the couch, sorting through your books.

You scoff, jogging up the stairs, dodging more boxes on the landing. That man is incorrigible, he’s already tried to tell you he has a “must wake Chris up with sex” rule and a “must sit on Chris’s lap during the game” rule. He already talked you into taking your pants off when the movers left.  

Incorrigible.

In fact, if he could keep his hands to himself for more than five minutes, half your stuff would have already been unpacked. And your shirt would not be covered in marinara sauce.

Who finds eating mozzarella sticks sexy?

 Christopher Evans, that’s who.

He kept trying to kiss you while you ate, causing you to spill the sauce down your shirt. Which led to him licking it off your exposed chest while you playfully fought him off. You smile softly thinking about how he offered to let you lick some off of his chest. 

Three hours into your first day officially living with him and you love him even more.

You push the bedroom door open with the corner of the box, setting it on the end of the bed. Ruffling through it, you find one of your favorite old worn t-shirts, setting it on the top of the pile, you pull your stained shirt over your head.

“Damn,” Chris groans from the doorway, “take it all off, baby”. He openly ogles you, biting his lip. He can feel himself getting hard seeing your soft half-naked body in his room.

You roll your eyes, tossing the shirt in the wicker hamper by the door, you grab your t-shirt shaking out the wrinkles before pulling it over your head, “down Chris,” you joke.

Chris pouts, pushing his plump bottom lip out, his bright blue eyes despondently watching your chest disappear under the fabric, “aw c’mon, baby we got an hour before the game, we can finish getting your–,” he cuts himself off when he spots the offensive logo on your perfect body.

You look over at him, brows furrowed at the sight of his narrowed eyes. Chris places his hands on his hips, his black shorts clinging to his ass, his muscles popping out of the dark shirt with the patriots’ logo painted on. He walks to you slowly, his nostrils flaring, a faint flush on his cheeks.

He pokes you in the middle of your chest with his long index finger, “what the fuck is this?”, he asks, his voice deepening.

You glance down, confused by his sudden mood change until you see the logo under his finger.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker up to his face, you can feel the resentment and indignation rolling off him in waves. 

And you like it.

Since you started dating, you learned what buttons to push to get Chris to do what you want, but there’s nothing like discovering a brand new one.

You flutter your lashes innocently, keeping your eyes on him, and shrug, “they’re my favorite team,” you bite your lip, pushing his finger away to touch the logo reverently, “I thought you knew that”

Chris glares at you, holding your chin between his warm rough fingers, “since when?”

“Since that time they kicked your team’s ass,” you smirk. You don’t know if or when they played against the Patriots, but when the flush on his cheeks deepens, you know you made a good guess.

“Take it off,” he spits out, leaning so close you could count his long eyelashes, his plump lips almost touching yours.

You grab the waistband of his shorts and retort, “Make me Christopher,” mocking his tone.

God, his eyes burn with passionate fury. That look blazing through you, making you wet and throb so much it almost hurts when you see the veins in his neck pop up.

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It All Belongs To You

Summary: “I plan on doing a lot of things to you.” He says with a wicked grin, a flash of pearly white teeth sink into his bottom lip as if he’s considering all those things. Bucky tilts your head back, and he leans down until his lips brush over yours. “So many things Gorgeous. Breaking your heart ain’t one of them. Will never be one of them. 

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, canon level violence (but its directed towards Walker soo), misogny/creepy mechanic, protective Bucky, Smut, mirror sex, praise kink, size kink. 

A/N: Thank you to my wonderful betas @whisperlullaby @gogolucky13 and @beelicious-barnes.

“What should I do?”

You cringe at the pointed, smug silence coming from your best friend. You were on your way home when your tire ran over a nail, after reaching the tow truck, she was your second call. 

She made it very clear that she thought you should have called Bucky instead of John. He was immediately creepy and you’re thankful she’s staying on the phone with you. Even though she keeps not so subtly calling you an idiot for not asking Bucky to come and get you.

Slouching in the chair, you hold your phone closer to your ear and look at the clock on the wall, a jagged crack runs along the smudged glass, distorting the numbers. 

08:52

Shit.

“Marcie.” Her name comes out a little whiner than you intended. Between the greasy guy with even greasier hair openly eyeing you from the counter and her loud silence, you’re ready to slink out of the dusty mechanic shop and walk home.

It’s only- you look at your phone, pulling up Google maps.

24 miles.

Shit.

And it’s getting dark.

Shit.

“Look, you know I would pick you up but…” she trails off.

You narrow your eyes at the creepy greasy guy who’s looking at you over the edge of a water-stained copy of Popular Mechanic. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and leers at you. You hold back a cringe and crouch further down in the plastic seat, avoiding the rusted edges.

 “I know, I know,” you sigh. “Hey hold on.”

The door connecting the office to the garage opens and the mechanic, John, steps inside. He wipes his face off with a stained towel. He runs his dirty hand across his chest, under the Walker imprinted on his ripped overalls.

He reaches out to shake your hand. Your eyes drop to his fingers smudged with dirty and oil, his nails yellowed and cracked 

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Not Red Riding Hood

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎:  You’re not little Red Riding Hood, so why are the wolves after you?

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔:  Dark!Bucky x Reader, Dark!Steve x Reader

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 3.5

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: A/B/O dynamics, primal, smut 18+, dark content

𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝒶’𝒹, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃

A/N: From an old abandoned challenge, def. not my best work. posting in response to an ask. 

Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work.

The cracked bell dings as you push open the heavy door to the costume shop. The breeze stirs the musty air, dust floating up catching rays of the afternoon sun.The dull chandelier lights casting a low white glow across the displays. Your shoes squeak as you walk across the uneven hardwood floors.

Walking around the rows of candles and books, you spot the racks of outfits on the wall. Tilting your head back, you scrutinize the different costumes. Your eyes settle on a pale blue Cinderella dress and as you reach out to take it, a gravelly voice shatters the quiet air. 

“You girls are always so cliché,”

Startled, you spring back, turning towards the voice. Laughing sharply, nervously as you rub your neck. 

An dazzling older woman stands leaning on a curved oak cane, purple robes dwarfing her small frame, her long grey braid pulled over her shoulder.

“Um, cliché”, you ask, catching your breath. 

“Yes, you girls always pick the weak ones, the sweet ones” she walks over tapping her cane before you. A hint of jasmine reaches your nose as she leans towards your face, “you’re no weak one”. Her warm smile pushing her wrinkled cheeks out, “you’ll make them earn you”.

“Huh” your brows furrowed as you stare.

She chortles, waving her hands around “ the boys, you’ll drive them crazy”. She reaches behind you and takes a costume off the wall “and you’ll do it in this”

The costume is stunning, you trace the intricate details sewn in the wide skirt,  she holds the black lace mask up, the delicate material lining up with your face.The hood tapers off into pointed ears.

“I don’t know” you trail off as you notice how low-cut the bodice is made.The Cinderella is more your style, this is bold, daring. 

“Put the mask on” she insists as she pushes the thick, yet delicate material into your hands.

Glancing at her then your hands, you slip over your face securing it behind your ears, the mask settles over the lower half of your face, curving over your nose and up the sides of your cheeks.. The material shimmers as you turn your face, your eyes glow in the mirror. A trick of the lighting, you tell yourself. 

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur gently, touching the snout.

“It’s yours” she states, taking the costume to the front of the shop. Her firm words leave no room for arguments, not that you were one to argue, anyway. 

You slip the mask off as you follow her. As she rounds the counter, you place the mask on top of the costume.As she opens the small cash register, your eyes drawn to a small clear Mason jar filled with pink candies.

 “That will be forty dollars,” 

“Wow, that’s not bad,” Looking at the detail in the bodice, you were expecting it to be out of your budget. You pull the cash out of your purse and hand it to her.

“Halloweens tomorrow, so everything’s discounted”.  As she gives you the change, her soft, wrinkled hands place a candy in yours. “take one dear, these are special”

You unwrap it, the candy dissolving on your tongue as a sweet cotton candy flavor floods your mouth. “Thank you”, you murmur,  unaware you’re swaying as the flavor fades. 

She merely nods, neatly packing  your costume into a thin black bag. She writes out your receipt in a small worn pad, ripping out your copy. Giving you the paper and the bag with a knowing smile. 

You make your way to the door, blinking at the blinding light filtering through the stained glass door. Part of you wonders when it got so bright out, you lean against the door waiting for your eyes to adjust. After a minute, you steady yourself, waving goodbye.

When the door closes, she takes your photo from her pocket and dials the number written in black ink above your smiling face. As the phone rings, she places your picture above a lit candle, smiling as your face crackles and burns.

“She’s ready,”

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Happy holidays!

Be safe this holiday season! Enjoy it and make many memories!

#tom hiddleston #merry christmas #happy holidays #loki (marvel) #fans #fangirls #loki odinson #loki laufeyson

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hey girly !! it’s me again ahha. loki teaching frigg about asgard and court rules/ how to be a princess/ asgardian dancing? maybe she feels insecure about the whole thing and loki can relate to that? love u girly mwahhh

i read asgardian dancing and ran with that oops

HERE, my return to Loki fics. if you’re new here, this is a Loki x reader domestic happily ever after mega fic (masterlist in my bio). this one features Frigg, your little daughter :)

no warnings for this one, it’s just pure fluff. enjoy!

Your modest living room can be a palace, when it needs to be.

Right now, it functions as the grand ballroom.

The couch stretching across the room looks well worn, skewed to one side when it was pushed out of the way to create a bigger dance floor.

Barefoot on the hardwoods, Loki spins in a slow circle, grinning down at the little girl standing on his toes, holding tight to his thumbs. They sway in time with the gentle piano, avoiding a stack of books here and there, kicking a stray sneaker out of their way.

Frigg has her bottom lip tucked firmly between her teeth, focusing at her and Loki’s feet. Loki can’t tear his gaze from her. His hands envelop hers as she holds onto his thumbs, little toes scrambling to stay on the tops of his feet and she’s taking this so seriously, dancing with her dad, the princess and the should-be king.

He murmurs instructions and praises her technique, promises her that he’ll save every dance for her but one for you, swears over and over that he’s never had a better dance partner than her.

She’s giggling by the end of it, when he spins her through the air and kisses her knuckles when her feet touch down.

“Don’t tell your mother,” he tells her, “but that was the most beautiful dance I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Another, another!”

She reaches for him with little grasping fingers, her left braid inching towards undone as she hops up and down, and Loki can’t possibly say no.

The next song begins to play, an old recording scratching to the start, and she drops into a practiced curtsy, beaming.

“How was that one?”

“Stunning. May I have this dance? Again?”

Frigg takes his hand, fists closing around his thumbs. “Ooo, yes please, your magic-stee.”

He’s biting back a laugh as he helps her back onto his feet, balancing her before taking the first few steps of a slow waltz, something royal, something familiar, something that makes her giggle and wrap her arms around his legs when he starts to spin. Dusk settles on the far wall, white walls turned gold as the sun sets and Loki and his daughter dance, spinning in circles and circles until Frigg can’t open her eyes from laughing so hard.

“Home’s spinning,” she snorts, taking a few wobbly steps back, her eyes unfocused. “Careful, daddy.”

He catches her when she flops, a little drama queen with a laugh like bubblegum, sticky and sweet.

That dying braid kicked the bucket—half her curls tumble onto her shoulder, the rubber band tangled in the bottom of a few strands.

“You know, you’ll have to build up an immunity to dizziness if you ever want to travel through time or space with me.” Loki carries her to the couch with a laugh, dropping into it and draping her across his lap. “This can be our practice, what do you think?”

She cracks open one eye, a cautious test, then the other, and she sighs.

“I think I can do it.”

Loki gives her remaining braid a gentle tug. “I know you can. Sit up, sweetheart, let me fix this.”

“I wanna go see the aliens,” she announces as she sits up, turning in his lap so he can brush his fingers through her hair. “Y’know, the ones from space. Or the ones in the future. I think I want an alien. Could we get an alien as a pet?”

“I don’t think—”

“What about just a pet? I love dogs,” she says with a sure nod. “We need a dog. Can we get a dog? Please, daddy?”

He purses his lips as he braids her hair as best he can, considering Frigg can’t quite sit still. “What kind of dog would we get?”

It’s not the first time the request has been made, but Frigg still being a baby was a good enough excuse to curb Elliot’s puppy fever for the time being back then. Now...Loki’s scrambling for an excuse.

“I like...floppy dogs,” Frigg is explaining, “and short dogs. Or huge dogs. Big ones I can cuddle with, and playful dogs!”

“Floppy dogs?” Loki smiles when she nods furiously, tying off her re-done braid. “I’ll talk to mom, see how she feels about a floppy dog. Sound like a plan?”

(And if you say no, well...someone has to be the bad guy, right?)

That appeases her for now, and she jumps back up with a gasp, spinning around and clapping her little hands to Loki’s cheeks. “Let’s dance again, daddy. Pick the best song ever.”

“That’s impossible.” He tries to grin at her, but she squishes his cheeks together in her hands with a giggle, making his lips pucker. “Too many goob ones.”

“Goob?” She cracks up at that, and Loki grabs her hands in his with a grin.

“You,” he emphasizes it with a smooch to her cheek, “are trouble. Fine, I have a really goob song.”

“Goob...” she giggles to herself again while Loki queues up the song and slips his phone back into his pocket. “Why’s this one so goob?”

“It’s special.” He smiles down at her and offers her his thumbs—she’s quick to correct him, though, and dips into a proper curtsy until he’s bowed to her as well.

Then she climbs back onto the tops of his feet, and the two of them start stepping and swaying to the gentle song.

“Why’s it so special?”

“It reminds me of your mother.”

“Oh.” She nods, tilting her head with each side step. “My mommy?”

“That’s the one,” he says, biting back a laugh. “We had to perform a dance when we got married in Asgard, in front of the whole kingdom—”

“Loki, the couch is blocking the door!”

His eyes widen and he grins. “Speaking of your mother...”

Loki shuffles the two of them over to let you in the front door, but then Frigg’s laughter falls dead in her throat and she claps a hand to her mouth.

“The chicken,” she whispers, and Loki’s heart drops a little, too. “We forgot t’ get the chicken out!”

That was the one thing you’d asked of them before you left for the store—but a couple dances and it slipped through both of the brilliant minds at home.

“Go put it on the counter,” Loki whispers back with a glance out the window. “I’ll distract her, don’t worry.”

She scrambles off to the kitchen as he shoves the couch out of the way and opens the door with a flourish, giving you a dazzling smile.

“Welcome home, my darling.”

“...hi?” You kiss him back, a little confused, and try to squeeze past him with arms full of grocery bags.

Before you get past him though, he wraps his arms around your waist and flicks his hand, sending the bags to the kitchen without letting you out of his arms.

“I missed you.” He plants a few kisses down your neck as you squirm.

“Okay,” you laugh, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just missed my wife.”

The lack of your children in the room kind of negates Loki’s “nothing,” but he just kisses you again and walks you backwards into the middle of the living room, so you let it slide for now.

“Dance with me?”

“Assuming our children are still safe, sure.”

He assures you they are, pulling you close and lifting your hand in his while the other arm holds tight around your waist.

For a moment you just hold him close and breathe him in—you’re used to impromptu situations of this caliber, by this point—but the house is too quiet. It’s bordering on the unsettling side.

“You forgot to get the chicken out of the freezer, didn’t you.”

“Mm...maybe.” Loki spins you under his arm, pulls you back close with a soft smile. “Frigg kept me in our ballroom the entire time, it...slipped my mind.”

“Daddy!”

The two of you freeze and turn, and in the kitchen doorway, Frigg has a look of pure betrayal on her little face.

“You weren’t ‘posed to tell her!”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, stooping to pick her up when she runs over to hug you. “Dinner will just be a little later tonight, not that you’ll mind.”

She hugs you tight around the neck with a grin. “Daddy said I’m a better dancer than you.”

Loki claps a hand to his heart. “I did not!”

“Stop trying to start things, silly.” Bouncing her with a laugh, you hand her over to Loki, who plants a kiss on her cheek and hoists her onto his back.

Then he extends a hand to you, holding onto Frigg with the other, and kisses your knuckles when you take it. “May we have this dance?”

Frigg grins at you over his shoulder, her little hands tapping Loki’s chest in time with the song.

As if the answer to that question—and these two troublemakers—could ever be no.

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