#Finest vibranium

[sytoran]

⋆⭒˚｡★ ❝MILE HIGH CLUB❞ ★ n.romanoff !

pairing ★ sub!natasha romanoff x fem!avenger!reader

synopsis ★ on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)

warnings ★ explicit content (minors dni), pwp, semi-public sex, jealous natasha is scarily hot, you are not the lord's strongest soldier, you have a cock, you almost get caught (kind of)

word count ★ 2.6k (IM BACKKK!!!! ...for now)

With Thor, Valkyrie and Carol back on Earth for about two weeks or so, you and Natasha were relieved of your Avenger duties. And what better way to spend the restful break than going on a romantic getaway to Dubai with the love of your life?

On the eighth of the eleven-hour flight, you were perfectly content to lounge in the luxuries of first-class, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D. But it seems that for the Avenger who was constantly on her feet, Natasha didn't deal well with ennui.

“I’m bored, Y/N.”

Unbeknownst to your girlfriend’s hidden agenda, you paid little mind to Natasha’s statement, continuing to watch the subpar rom-com playing on the aeroplane screen in blissful ignorance.

“Sorry, baby, I know it’s a long flight. You wanna watch this movie with me?”

Natasha lets out an aggravated huff. Because of course you didn’t know the effect you had on her. As much as the whole Avenger getup was as bold as it was impressive, this laid-back version of you really showcased the underlying details that marked her attraction to you.

Thin-rimmed reading glasses sat atop your nose, stray hairs framing the delicacy of your sharp cheekbones and marble-cutting jawline. With a tight-fitting black turtleneck that strained under the bulkiness of your sinful biceps, cut from the finest vibranium, and loosely-hung grey sweatpants that finished off the whole look — Natasha was just about ready to start sucking you off.

That passing thought had just been one of amusement, rhetorical and hyperbolic, seemingly impossible but altogether funny. But then Natasha takes a few steps back, figuratively, and considers it again — and a smile likened to a scheming devil crawls upon her face.

Well, Widows always got what they wanted, didn’t they?

“Y/N,” Natasha purrs, intently pressing into your side.

“Mhm?” you hum, reaching out a hand to entwine it with hers. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You still bored?”

Your reaction was simply so innocent and angelic that Natasha almost felt bad for the devil-spawned arbitrary ploy she was about to enact.

Suddenly surging forward, Natasha lifts up the armrest that separates your seats, closing the distance between her and a trip down to hell, and lets a hand cup the mouth-watering bulge in your grey sweatpants.

“I said I’m bored, Daddy,” she whispers into your ear. “Mommy wants to play.”

The loud half-splutter, half-cough that resounds around the enclosed space around the two of you within the aeroplane is immaculate.

You choke on inhaled air, looking around at the other passengers with disbelief and anxiety, as if you had been scandalised.

And maybe you had been. Shifting in your seat uncomfortably, you desperately try to look away from the tantalising cleavage shoved in front of your sinning eyes.

Natasha’s low-cut top had you fighting every calvary in your mental war, and you struggle to regain a semblance of composure.

“But, uhm, Daddy wants to remind Mommy that we’re surrounded by complete strangers,” You whisper urgently, a handsome flush overtaking your features. “And that we are very well-known Avengers across the globe, so if we were to get caught we would end up on every news headline for the next month. And if it reaches Fury, well, we’d be in shit ton of trouble.”

Your state of arousal is unhelpfully heightened further when you notice that Natasha is eyeing your growing erection like a hawk, front teeth sinking into her ruby-red lip, ready to take strike and devour its prey.

“Oh darling, you know I’m a whore for attention,” Natasha replies loftily, and the silky-smooth way that the word ‘whore’ rolls off her tongue triggers a jolt of arousal straight to the tent in your sweatpants.

When Natasha begins caressing the hefty bulge in between your legs, a low groan emits from the depths of your throat and it melts in Natasha’s lower belly in the form of molten arousal.

“Natasha, as much as I want to rail you senseless in this very second—”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t think that this is a good idea—”

“Stop thinking, then,” Natasha responds as if it’s the most simple answer in all of the galaxy, and before you can come up with another futile reason to deter her girlfriend’s libido, Natasha launches into action.

In a fraction of a second that could have rivalled Spiderman’s speed, Natasha unbuckles her seatbelt and sinks to her knees in front of your seat. Another upside of first-class was the spacious legroom which Natasha fully utilised. Ducking under your blanket, she drapes it over her hunched figure and tucks herself neatly between your legs.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, fumbling to unbuckle your own seatbelt and letting Natasha slide down your sweatpants. Social decency be damned, for when Natasha Romanoff presented herself to you, ripe for the taking, no one simply denied themself of that glorious heaven.

Deft fingers tug down black Calvin Klein boxers, and a huge, hardened cock springs out of its confinement. You exhale shakily as a hand wraps around the base, and a feather-light finger trails over its girthy length.

“I’m not surviving this, am I?” You mutter underneath your breath, leaning back into the seat. In response, Natasha gives kitten licks to the pre-cum emerging at your heady tip, so saintly and sinful all the same.

Guiding the head of your cock to a hot mouth, Natasha leisurely wraps her lips around the shaft. Your iron-hard grip on the armrest was almost completely useless in the face of regaining normalcy, not when the feeling of velvet lips set alight every nerve on her body.

“Fuck,” you curse breathlessly, your face contorting into one of pleasure. Darkened eyes fixate unto the blanket Natasha was hidden under, and your wandering mind fuels an image of your girlfriend’s hollowed cheeks and pliant mouth, to which you almost fall apart there and then.

Dirty, scandalous and filthy was being able to feel Natasha’s tongue swirl around your cock without seeing it happen. Your lack of sight heightened the sensitivity of your other senses by tenfold, and you had to physically restrain herself from bucking your hips forward.

Without warning, Natasha tilts her head up, ruffling the blankets, and then engulfs your cock in the threshold of her throat.

“Oh, Thanos' head on a fucking stick—”

“Excuse me ma’am, what can I get for you today?”

Your eyes fly open in a nanosecond, head jerking to the source of distraction. There in the aisle stood an air stewardess with a push-cart and a smile just a little too wide.

“Uh, uhm, just a water would be fine,” you choke out, attempting to exhale steadily as if you hadn’t been about to combust in your girlfriend's mouth just a few seconds ago.

“Right away, ma’am,” The stewardess answers. “You getting hot and bothered from the show?” She asks harmlessly, a smirk tugging up on her face.

You take a moment to understand the jest. Before you the shitty rom-com is still playing, except now there's a badly orchestrated sex scene playing, where the male actor is trying too hard to act as if he’s doing any good. It doesn’t do you any good that your face is flushed and evidently flustered, but for different yet similar reasons.

A false laugh escapes your lips, in hopes of driving the woman away. “What! No, no way. I’m all good here.”

You swear you can smell the jealousy radiating off from Natasha in leaps and bounds, and you decide it is best to end the conversation before Natasha fuses and convulses simultaneously.

God forbid Natasha decides to start deepthroating your cock at that exact moment.

You let out a ragged groan in front of the stewardess, as a hot mouth engulfs your cock in quick succession, sucking back and forth with an esteemed fervour.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” The lady asks, leaning closer, reaching out a hand to pat the side of your face.

You lean back, rapidly attempting to steady your breathing, and failing miserably. Natasha’s bobbing her head up and down with energised vigour, determined in her mission.

“Y-yeah, it’s really alright. Th-thanks, again.”

Just as you thought all was done and dusted, the air stewardess looks around cautiously. She leans closer to you with batted eyelashes and a supposedly seductive wink.

Then, in a low and sultry voice that seals your fate, the woman says, “Let me know if you need anything special, handsome.” You choke back a moan as Natasha twists her head, her talented tongue doing wonders to her cock.

The lady can’t get out of your sight any slower.

The moment the air stewardess disappears into the confines of the next cabin, footsteps fading away, Natasha's head whips out of the blanket, furrowed brows and an aggravated expression taking you by storm.

“‘Let me know if you need anything special, handsome!?’ Who does that whore think she is? Baby, do note that it’s taking me very large amounts of self-restraint not to get up right now and slap her silly. I can’t believe that an air stewardess would hit on anyone so openly like that, much less you! God, Y/N, I—”

Natasha’s stream of enjambments decrescendos into a meek silence at the look on your face.

Evanescent was the abrupt change in your demeanour, as if a switch had been flicked, as if the rest of the world had faded away, and it was just the two of them left.

Natasha’s cheeks flush so prettily, so quickly, because that look on your face only meant one thing.

A set jaw, glinting in the light — cut marble sculpted from the finest hands. Eyes that descend into such deep hues that Natasha feels like she’s drowning like the Titanic, downwards towards the depths of hell.

“Less talking, baby, more sucking.”

A rough hand finds Natasha’s head under the blanket and her hair is tugged on forcefully, jerking it forward to engulf the entirety of your cock. Natasha is more than happy to comply.

Natasha’s pretty gag is lost in the sound of the ongoing turbulence, and you grunt and drag those velvet walls down the length of your cock again. If Natasha decided to act like a brat, you could sure as hell treat her like one.

Up and down, up and down, and the way you manhandle Natasha to deepthroat a solid eight inches should be considered an Avengers-level threat. If you close your eyes, you can almost see the tears welling up in Natasha’s eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around your cock, strands of hair clinging to beads of sweat that adorn her face.

You're not too sure if the wet and squelching noises you hear are from Natasha's slick throat or a figment of your ever-rampant imagination. Either way, the contracting waves of Natasha’s throat around your cock is downright sinful, pretty and easy and oh so pliant.

From base to tip and tip to base, a preordained promise of paradise hangs in the atmosphere, and with each passing stroke, you barrel towards that high. You thrust hard into Natasha's throat, stretching it out, filling it up.

You lose yourself in the wet heat of Natasha’s mouth, your cock being stimulated in such heavenly eloquence of Natasha’s tongue. As an Avenger, you've fought a thousand battles, but none of them have ever quite left you as breathless as this one.

You're awfully close.

In the haze of being used like a mindless fucktoy, Natasha’s hand slips up the expanse of your clenched thigh muscle, and proceeds to toy with the heavy sack of balls. You groan, gripping Natasha’s hair tighter, tugging her downwards.

You're really, really close.

Your ears prick up as a sound emits from under the blanket, and your keen hearing picks up a whiny moan that sounds an awful lot like “Daddy, please”.

Oh, fuck.

Natasha’s helpless plea is what causes you to tumble over the edge of precipice, waves crashing and planets colliding as your vision becomes pure, unadulterated, white heat. “Fuck,” you grunt, a dragged-out groan from your chest, a ringing emblem of castle walls that crumble down.

Streaks and streaks of milky, white fluid are released into the depths of Natasha’s throat, coating her velvet walls, thick and creamy as it splatters against pink walls. Contented moans resound from Natasha, as she continues to suck on your extensive cock like it’s her last lifeline, like she might as well perish without it.

For a brief moment, you question your existence in the universe, and how remarkably infinitesimal you feel, hanging kilometres above the wide open sea and nothing else.

Be it land or sea or stars, though, you think you've found your muse, your reason for staying.

“Natasha,” you breathe out, like a sacred prayer, like a haunted blessing, as pleasure overrides your system.

You don’t recall quite how long you stay in that exact position, a hand cupping the back of Natasha’s head, rocking gently thorugh the aftershocks, Natasha’s palm resting on the side of your thigh.

Sentience gradually floats back into your capability, and you slowly blink as you arise from your out-of-body experience. “Well, shit,” you mumble, the aeroplane filtering into view, the snores from sleeping passengers around you becoming audible again.

Once the coast was deemed clear, you lift up the blanket covering your lap, but it turns out to be a dreadful decision as the sight of Natasha almost causes you to roll back into another orgasm.

Natasha’s previously neat hair was now a complete mess, sticking to her mouth and the sides of her face in the heat of sweat and slick. What used to be perfect, unblemished eyeshadow was now a runny mess due to Natasha’s tears, and a nude shade of bottle-red lipstick was smeared across her mouth and your semi-erect cock.

Lowered lashes shielded a smokey gaze, nearly all black, and you can feel herself hardening again, like you hadn’t just received a filthy blowjob that would make the heavens blush.

Immediately, that image of Natasha Romanoff was imprinted into her mind for an eternity to come, saved for future purposes.

By some saintly miracle, none of the passengers surrounding had awoken, and Natasha successfully crawls back into her seat with an all-too-smug smile.

“How was it?” She asks innocently, batting those lashes with a seductive head-tilt.

“I don’t know, maybe you should’ve moaned ‘Please, Daddy,’ just a little louder,” you retort quickly, no bite behind your words, delighting in the pink flush that adorns your girlfriend’s cheeks.

On about the ninth hour of the flight, approximately one hour after Natasha drew out an earth-shattering orgasm from your megalithic shaft, you effectively draws closer to Natasha, with crossed arms that unhelpfully accentuate the bulge of your biceps.

“Let me rail you in the toilet?”

“Y/N L/N, I am not sitting my bare ass on that filthy bathroom counter. I don't wish to end up with an STI."

“Who says I need to a counter to fuck you, hm?”

──── ☆ ⋅ ★ ⋅ ☆ ────

After three splendid orgasms, more abundant wails of ‘Daddy, please’ emitting from the toilet, and that same, very embarrassed flight stewardess politely requesting for them to get the fuck out, you and Natasha land in Dubai, officially kickstarting your romantic getaway with a bang.

Literally, quite a bang.

haven't written something new in forever, hopefully this is enough to satiate you gremlins' desires... (but forreal tho, thanks for sticking around) reblog or i'll hunt you down and NOT post for 12493482 years

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[goodgirlofglory]

Now that I know your requests are open, BE READY TO RECEIVE SOME TOE CURLING ASKS!!!

Like for example, I’m desperate for overstimulated Bucky 😩 like we all know Bucky can’t get enough of his girl, to the point where she’s gone dumb, but there’s something about tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging (he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, you to continue or stop like ✋)

Emphasis on the tying him up and sucking his soul out of his body, with your own body.

But you know, this was just a suggestion 🫶🫶keep up the great work!! 🌸🌸🌸🌸

Girl🥵

That is so fucking hot i can’t even, got me like😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠🫠✋️✋️✋️💦💦💦

Okay so I immediately sat down and started writing after reading this. Overstim is honestly one of my favorite things. Let's hope i did it justice🙏🙏🙏

Big boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,3k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f and m recieving), handjob, slightly severe overstimulation, messy creampie, messy, filthy fluids everywhere, bondage, slight d/s vibes(with sweet, subby, needy Bucky), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Summary: see the lovely prompt above💗

Note: the gif is cocky Bucky before he knew what he’d gotten himself into😏

“Keep your eyes on it,” you said, your voice drifting in through the cotton like muffle over Bucky’s hearing. He blinked the blur from his eyesight and heaved for breath, wave after wave of syrupy pleasure tinged with overexertion lining his lungs and loins like the finest lace. 

Looking down his body, covered in sweat and twitching sporadically, he watched helplessly as you bent forward, sliding your pussy slowly off his cock. It made an obscenely wet noise as it slapped back onto his stomach, adding more wetness to the drenched patch of hair below his navel. From your position astride his hips facing away from him, he had an unobstructed view of the utter mess between your legs, your red and swollen pussy gaping slightly below your puckered asshole, the sight sending off small fireworks off undiluted, heady arousal in Bucky’s head. 

You moaned softly and a moment later Bucky answered with a downright helpless mewl as his cum, pearly white and thick, began to drip out of your pussy. His whole body jolted, his cock jerking in a feeble attempt at rising. You knew what that exact sight did to him, how it chafed at some primal being inside him, how desperate it made him to pounce on you and pin you down, to cover you in his body and nuzzle your neck, to imprint himself on you and in you until he was ingrained in your very being. 

His arms jerked, but even his vibranium arm was powerless against the restraints you’d so cleverly acquired. He’d been so cocky when you’d asked to tie him up in the bedroom, all overinflated male pride and confidence in the fact that few bindings could keep his strength leashed. He’d grown hard in his pants and happily relaxed onto his back in your bed, head rested on the mountain of soft pillows. His arrogance had turned on a dime once you seemingly out of nowhere whipped out a pair of vibranium handcuffs and proceeded to fasten his wrists to bolts drilled into the very concrete of the wall behind the bed. Bucky had only realized his mistake once you’d secured his vibranium arm and leaned back with a grin filled with so much wicked glee he’d actually gulped. A few, increasingly earnest tugs on his bonds had solidified it. He was indeed completely at your mercy. Not helping at all, his cock had grown even harder at the realization. 

Now, god knew how many orgasms later, he could hear his blood pumping thick and slow in his ears, saturated with pleasure so intense and drawn out it sizzled in every nerve until the point of numbness, and watched helplessly as you elegantly turned around on the mattress and leaned forward between his legs, your eyes filled with mischief and a bratty confidence that had Bucky’s hands itching to spank your asscheeks raw. 

You blew soft, cold air on his swollen shaft and he shuddered at the sensation, more overworked than he’d ever been before. He didn’t know if his cock was still hard or just so swollen from all the stimulation it couldn’t shrink back to its normal, soft state. It seemed encased in a thick layer of rubber numbing it while simultaneously feeling so rubbed raw every nerve ending was exposed. He didn’t know if he wanted more or desperately needed reprieve. Okay, maybe that was a lie. You had insisted he choose a safeword before you started, and he hadn’t once considered saying it out loud, not even now.

A choking sound forced itself from him as you bent down to kiss his shaft, making it rise up to twitch against your lips as you peppered it with light, loving kisses. 

“P-please,” Bucky heard himself saying, wrists weakly tugging on his bonds. 

You looked up at him with sensual, low-lidded eyes, laying your cheek on his hip and letting a finger slowly trail up and down his sensitive cock. Bucky hissed and shuddered, his reactions wildly out of proportion to the things you were doing. But he couldn’t help it, he was so sensitive. 

“What are you begging so sweetly for, baby?” you asked. 

Bucky didn’t know, not really. His mind was a melting blurr of sensation and pleasure, and he just knew he needed you, though he couldn’t string together his thoughts to figure out in what way.

“I…I can’t,” he huffed out between great puffs of air as your finger continued to tease and tickle his overstimulated flesh. 

You tsked and pouted. 

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, big boy?” you asked in a sickly sweet, slightly condescending tone. You wrapped your hand around his aching cock and began jerking him, moving the foreskin up and down, the glide easy and wet by the copious amount of slick mixed with his cum still covering it from the way you’d ridden two orgasms out of him in one go. 

Bucky moaned, a long, drawn out, desperate thing as he watched your hand helplessly, so fucking hard and so fucking sensitive.

“I want you to give me one more,” you said, soft and slow, watching his face as your hand sped up. Bucky threw his head back and panted at the ceiling, One more? How many had he already given you? Four? Five? He didn’t even know he could cum so much consecutively, but surely he couldn’t come any more now?

Bucky groaned at the ceiling as his body warred between exhaustion and the tension you were slowly and meticulously building in him despite everything, how a tingling sensation began growing in his balls even as his purple, engorged cock-head throbbed in protest. 

Was he actually going to come again? He couldn’t believe it, but his body was tensing up, his breath coming out in puffs, the muscles in his thighs bulging. Yes, he could feel it, it was coming, it was within reach. 

“God,” he choked out, and you moaned in encouragement, kissing his hip as your hand sped up the tiniest bit. 

Bucky whipped his head down to look in disbelief as a splash of cum jettisoned out of his cock to add to the mess on his stomach, his body shuddering violently. 

“That’s it,” you breathed with delight, playfully biting his hip as you jerked him through the tiny orgasm, soothing him with your hands up and down his body as you kissed you way up his torso, taking a nipple into your mouth and suckling noisily. You’d both been surprised by how sensitive Bucky’s nipples were, and he still struggled to admit how fucking much he loved it when you played with them, the tingling going straight down to his groin. Bucky shuddered as you bullied the nipple with your tongue and teeth the exact way he used to do to you.

Bucky was still struggling to gather his frayed and scrambled thoughts while his body shivered in the aftershocks of his pleasure, and he heard himself make a sound suspiciously like a whimper as you straddled his waist and laid down on top of him. Bucky relished the heavenly intimacy of your skin on his, of your warmth covering him, and felt himself overwhelmed with emotion as you nuzzled his cheek and wrapped your arms around his neck. He tucked his face into the hollow of your throat, trying to get closer, desperately wanting to wrap his arms around your body. He made the weird whimpering sound again and didn’t even have enough presence of mind to be embarrassed by it. He wanted to kiss you so bad, he needed to feel the comfort and security of your lips. 

“P-please…kiss me,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, eyes closing against the onslaught of churning pleasure of your body on his mingling with his body struggling to cope with the pleasure of his last orgasm. 

You pulled back and kissed him immediately, humming soothingly as he hungrily pushed your lips open with his to suck on your tongue. You kissed him again and again, pulling back far too soon and Bucky shamelessly whined in protest, stretching his neck towards you, mindlessly trying to reclaim your mouth. 

“You’re being so good, baby, it’s making me so wet,” you mumbled against his lips, and he shuddered and moaned against your mouth, helpless against the visceral reaction he had to you using dirty words. “Wanna see?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, and Bucky gasped in a mix of arousal and trepidation. Yes, he fucking wanted to see, he fucking loved your pussy, loved watching it, loved seeing it messy and sloppy wet. At the same time, he didn’t know if he could stand anymore now, he was too fucking sensitive, too overstimulated, his cock pulsing along with his pulse where it lay still swollen and spent against his stomach. 

You didn’t wait for him to answer and Bucky watched, breath speeding up, as you raised yourself up and scooted up to straddle his chest. He could feel the wetness between your legs smear against his abs and he downright growled in frustration. It was too much. He wanted to fucking ruin you. Pulling your knees up, you leaned back with one hand on his thigh and splayed yourself out for him, your pussy so close, and yet just out of reach. 

Bucky let out a huffing sound of desperation as he beheld your sopping wet cunt, seeing a tiny trail of his cum still leaking out of you, down over your asshole and pooling on his chest. God it was so fucking hot, and you knew how weak he was against a sight like that, how much he fucking loved to have sweat and cum and spit and slick covering you both. And he knew if he kept watching it, his cock would try and rise again, and he didn’t know if he could survive another attempt at orgasming.

“You see how swollen it is, baby?” you asked, reaching your free hand down and slowly tracing over your pussy lips, circling teasingly around your clit. Bucky licked his lips, imagining he could conjure your sweet, heady taste on his tongue, and nodded, not able to tear his gaze away from his very favorite thing on this earth. “It aches for you baby, it wants you to fuck it again,” you added, watching carefully as Bucky’s mind imploded a little. 

“Oh God, doll, I don’t…I can’t… I… please,” he moaned out between labored breaths, not even knowing what he was babbling about, but completely unable to tear his gaze away from your sweet cunt and the way it clenched as you kept toying with your own clit.

“You want to lick it, baby?” you asked. 

Oh god, yes he wanted it, but fuck, he knew his cock would get hard again if he did. Well, try at least. You knew it too. Wicked little minx, you were strumming him like a well-tuned fiddle. Still, Bucky nodded mindlessly, desperate for you. You cooed at him, dragging a hand through his hair lovingly and scooted closer to push your cunt into his face, and he moaned long and gratefully as you started to grind on his mouth. “Mmmm, just like that, that feels so good, baby,” you said as you undulated, his tongue flicking your clit the way he knew you liked, his mind buzzing with the fulfilling pleasure of eating you out, of giving you pleasure, of tasting the mix of his own taste with yours on his tongue like the most heady aphrodisiac. His cheeks were flush, feverish both from his exertion but now also from the way your praise made him feel all tingly, floating on a cloud. He felt high, drugged out of his mind on pleasure.

He was faintly aware he was continually moaning into your pussy, eyes half-closed and dazed as you got closer and closer to release, bucking your hips. A hand fisted on his hair and his moan turned to a growl. Yes, yes, yes, he kept chanting in his head as you came in his mouth, your cunt pulsing, drenching his chin in more of your juices. His cock throbbed with his sped-up heartbeat, rigid against his stomach as you came and came and came and all Bucky could think was yes, yes, yes…

Bucky was still buzzing away in a cloud of slowly drifting thoughts of you when he faintly registered your weight lifting off his chest, and then he was promptly brought back to reality when a hand wrapped around his cock. He cried out, blurry eyes looking down to see you between his legs again, holding his slightly hard cock in a gentle grasp. He whimpered openly this time as you lowered your mouth to gently lick the underside of his cock, tenderly but firmly coaxing his overworked cock back to rigid hardness. 

“I want one more,” you murmured against the head of his cock before the tip of your tongue gently swiped at his frenulum, and Bucky could only whine low in his throat, completely beyond words, body writhing on the mattress. “You’re so hard, daddy, feels like your cock wants to come again,” you murmured, rising up and gently straddling his hips, fitting his cock between your soggy pussy lips. Your hips started a slow grinding motion and Bucky’s breath started to come out in puffs. He sounded like an angry bull, for christ’s sake, and he melted down into the mattress, eyes glued to the way your cunt slid up and down his cock, teasing and overwhelming him at the same time. 

You raised your hips and placed the head of his cock at your entrance, and Bucky watched in trepidation mixed with helpless arousal as you slowly started sinking down on him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as his mind blanked out completely from the  pleasure

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

Just a couple observations after I watched the film for the third time (help I can't stop 😭😭),

He definitely looks at her when she says he's covered in vibranium

He's down bad from then on

In the very last scene in the Talokan journey, I see him reach for her hand

He listens to her and tries to reason with her, which I haven't seen him do with anyone else before.

He never reasons with Ramonda. When she asks him what she could give him in exchange for Shuri, he says 'Nothing' with a damn smile.

He tells Ramonda that he'll kill Shuri if his request isn't met, but he says it in the most unconvincing manner possible, this man who dressed her up with the finest clothes is not going to do that when he had so many opportunities to do so before.

He jives his spear into the hull of the ship when he could have easily killed her there, it's like he didn't want her to interfere.

He's reevaluating his choices as he sees her break when Ramonda dies, but true to his character being 'a kid without love' he moves on in the way he knows, by following duty.

He's stroking the little sea shell telephone before their war like a miserable longing ex boyfriend 🤣 was he waiting for her to ring him up and call it off?

He looks up at her when she leads the ship and then reluctantly starts fighting?

He's alone in the ship with her and he's probably thinking things were about to go differently.

"It could have been different", is etched in my mind the way he says it.

The score "Con la brisa", "it could have been different" and "Vengeance has consumed us" are for scenes with only Namor and Shuri. Tell me why its like it has been taken out of an enemies to lovers booktok playlist? (LUDWIG does his research impeccably well, I will trust this man's music like it's the absolute truth, the strings in that section is romantic)

Also in Shuri's recollection of events, she sees Namor smiling. You don't think of your villains like that.

He yields. And yes people may think he's waiting to exact his revenge but I interpret that scene as someone having met their equal.

He goes home to heal him self, draw fan art of him and Shuri and then fangirl about the black panther. His cousin's like bruh what are you on about.

Sidenote: when books exist with vampires, faes, elves, Greek gods, other immortal beings and Game of thrones couples, Shuri is an adult in the movie. The age gap doesn't matter in a fictional world but, Shuri's got it under control guys.

So anyway, I love this man

#shuri x namor #tenoch huerta namor #namor #mcu namor #shuri black panther #shuri #namor x shuri

[whollyhapa]

Mutant--A Namor Fanfiction Ch. 4

Christ, does this feel unnecessary.

Shuri’s attendants did a number on you. From the heavy bands wrapping your biceps and ankles, to the gold ring curled around your bottom lip, to the swaths of shimmery fabric snaking tightly around your body, to the jeweled sandals clasped snug around your ankles—you can’t decide which part of the outfit you resent more. They couldn’t even leave you your hair—you normally throw the top half up in a topknot, but now it’s down completely, shampooed and brushed and glistening down your back, with two tiny braids trailing down your temples.

You scowl and turn around in the mirror for the fifth time. The white dress is too tight, too gaudy, too exposing along your thighs. The jewelry sits too heavy on your skin. The only thing you can’t seem to form an opinion about are the elegant gold and black braces that wrap around the base of your wings and creep like meshed webbing up your scapular and covert feathers. It had taken some convincing, but the queen’s evil fashion attendants had assured you that the 3D printed vibranium design still allowed for flight, at least. You flap your wings experimentally.

You feel like the competition’s finest show poodle.

And you really, really need to take a moment for some self evaluation. How on God’s green fucking earth did you wind up here again? Now you remembered—you’re about to reencounter the same underwater king that had breached an accord to drag you from a peaceful drowning, and it’s the same man you’re about to strive to avoid for an entire day.

You think about the time you could be spending today testing your wings again, touching clouds again, and you bristle.

—-------------------------------------------------

You’re still seething as you pop a candied grape in your mouth two hours later, crunching slowly as you ponder how you possibly let yourself land in this situation.

You’re several hours late to the banquet; introductions and grand entrances are over already, the food’s been whisked away, and multilingual chatter fills the great hall you stand in. A giant Wakandan flag drapes proudly from the ceiling, decorated with glittering strings of pearls and sea netting. Tall curved windows arc over either side of the giant hall to shed ample light over the scene, and you feel like an ant in a bubble.

You haven’t moved from your shadowy corner nestled to the far right of the hall’s only entrance. Scanning the crowd for a hulking bronze god, you realize you can’t see many people from this angle, but honestly the less people can see you the better.

You crunch down on another grape as your eyes follow a blue figure wearing peculiar guards filled with water over her mouth and traps. A Talokanian. You should be more startled by the fishperson, but you think the freakishness you’ve seen in the pits of Serbia’s black-market science stifles your awe.

You pop the final grape in your mouth. God, they’re really blue, though.

The Talokanian turns suddenly and catches you staring, but instead of looking away, you hold her gaze—and you behold each other for a moment, like neither one of you can decide which of you looks weirder. The Talokanian is the first to lose the staring competition, and she turns and slips back into the crowd of textiles and dresses.

You think you’ve just been compromised.

Still, an hour passes uneventfully, with no sight of Namor. Eventually a group of elegantly dressed performers, some holding large drums, files into the banquet hall and starts setting up the instruments near your little alcove of shadow. You take the opportunity to slip along the wall toward the opposite end of the hall’s doors, where a wide stretch of balcony doors are swung open to let in the waning afternoon sun.

You breathe easier once you’re outside. Orange clouds drift high above a stunning, stretching view of the city below. You lean your stomach against the balcony railing, breathing deeply. The sky plus the peculiar architecture makes for an otherworldly scene, and as you watch two distant birds swoop and dive together over the horizon, fantasies of flight tonight over this magnificent city capture your mind again. So much so, you forget your crucial vigilance for a moment—and it costs you.

“Do they not let you fly, in Alada ?” rumbles a thick voice approximately three fucking feet right behind you.

You whirl around instantly, punching out a curse. Sneak attacks were something you carried out, not something that ever happened to you. “Jesus, you’re quiet,” you hiss at Namor.

You have to crane your neck to look up at the king. If you thought the man was flashy the first time you saw him, what he wears now is sensationally fucking opulent. An elegantly patterned loincloth drapes from his hips below a thick golden belt. Even more bejeweled armor wraps his arms and shins. Wide bands of metal and pearls connect the tapered gold pauldrons resting on either of his shoulders. A shoulder cape of thick ornate fabric sweeps across his chest and drapes down his back, and the headdress he dons is nothing short of spectacular—all feathers and stones crowning out of the head of a golden serpent that encompasses his strong features on all sides. You have to search the shadows of his face to find his eyes.

And there it is. That mile-long relentless amber stare boring directly through your pupils and into the back of your skull. He looks at you like he’s halfway between curiosity and a desire to eat you alive.

He repeats the question. “Does the queen not let you fly?”

You press your wings against the balcony railing and squint at him, deciding to give him some truth. You can’t tell him Shuri is very possibly using you as a political pawn in the upkeep of an alliance, but what can you say? The man is intriguing.

“I can, starting today. Queen rules.”

“Queen rules,” Namor echoes, nodding solemnly. You watch as he raises his right hand up to his face to take a bite of the whole unpeeled mango resting in his fist; it looks miniature in his large slender fingers. He chews for a moment, then closes his eyes and swallows. “I still resent the surface world. All that it stands to destroy.” His eyes open and train on you. “But the fruit of your lands? Sublime. It tastes forbidden.”

You shift on your feet, wondering how the hell to respond to a comment like that, when Namor gestures with a sticky hand behind you. “Your wings. The metal. They look…regal. You will fly today?”

Turning your head to gaze out at the tangerine sky again, you give an affirmative nod. You look back at him as he takes another bite, then down to his sandaled feet. Deciding to venture into reluctantly-polite conversation, you let loose a question. “Do your wings grant you flight? They’re…” you trail off, losing the non-offensive word on your tongue.

Namor flashes a short grin, and as he looks down at his ankles you let yourself relax marginally. “Not quite as big as yours, next to each other now,” he admits. “But yes. They are strong. They help to balance in flight.” His eyes flick back to yours once more—like if he tears his gaze away for too long you might disappear. “Perhaps we will fly together.”

You give him a tight-lipped smile while you weigh the notion in your mind. Flying, flying alone, gave you a personal high unmatched by any drug on earth—and your body unwillingly knows a few. To share the skies with someone else, to coast a wind current alongside another? Nothing short of intimacy—and suddenly this guy seems all-too intrusive again.

“Perhaps,” is all you softly say. This time you hold the eye contact.

Namor must sense the way your eyes have shifted. Or the way you square your shoulders. Or the way you press your wings tighter to your body. Because the bastard furrows his brows and looks directly back at you as he brings his arm up again, parts his mouth, and licks a long stripe up his forearm, collecting the sweet juice spilling down his elbow. You flick your eyes away from his tongue and swallow.

What the fuck?

“Perhaps tonight,” Namor adds, his register low and in the back of his throat. Now you feel heat creeping up your spine, spreading through your winged appendages and shooting up your neck and face. It’s a weird sensation, but it feels closest to rage, so you run with that.

“Slow your roll, cowboy. It’s just pleasantries,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

Distant cheering and whooping picks up back in the great hall’s interior, and the powerful beat of drums suddenly fills your ears. Even from this distance it vibrates beneath your feet, and you’re briefly thankful for the way the fast cadence masks the thrumming of your heart. It still doesn’t distract enough from the ongoing chokehold of a stare Namor is still fixing on you.

“Wakanda has granted Talokan’s nobility three days to roam its lands in peace, in alada.” Namor speaks slowly, raising his voice over the rhythmic pounding of drums. “You won’t get rid of me so swiftly. Our kind…our kind is isolated. Forsaken.” He tilts his head back, feathers gliding with the headdress as he looks to the heavens, then back down to you.

“I hope to find you in the skies tonight.”

With another low bow, Namor turns and strides away, back towards the stretch of balcony doors. His shoulder cape billows, gliding behind him. The same blue warrior, the one you had a staring match with, waits for him silently at the nearest open entrance; and when he reaches her, they disappear behind the reflection of the glass and into the rhythmic fray inside the hall.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, then shake your wings out of frustration. Something about your second interaction mirrors your first, in the same unsettling, unnerving feeling it leaves you stewing in, deep in your gut. How have you faced relentless torment from such poor excuses for human beings, and yet no living thing has managed to crawl under your skin like this spandexed Hermes?

You think you’ve had enough pleasantries for the evening. That interaction should meet Shuri’s talk-to-a-king quota tonight, right? You hustle off the balcony and once again slip along the sides of the wall to the exit, and as your legs hurriedly transport you back to the privacy of your quarters, you crave a clear sky now more than ever.

I hope to find you in the skies tonight.

Oh, you’ll test your wings again tonight. And leave the man from the Atlantic fluttering in your dust.

#Namor x reader #namor x you #namor fanfiction #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #eventual smut #smut inbound in the next few ch #wakanda forever spoilers #namor x ofc #Namor #namor of talokan

[mickimomo]

How do the talokanil warriors not drink the water in their face rebreather?

Aht. Aht. Aht.

Don't come at me crazy. I genuinely want to know. 😭

Like I understand that they're breathing it in... like air. But even we have to have an oxygen tank when wearing a mask underwater. They don't have a water tank strapped on their back.

Hey. I'm willing to write this off as vibranium technology at its finest. But I'm itching to know if anyone in Talokan has ever choked with their initial prototypes while fighting or what. 🤔

Like imagine Attuma or Namora throwing hands and then just:

Please share your thoughts. This needs to be discussed. 😭🤣

#i been thinkin #talokanil #talokan #wakanda forever black panther #namor of talokan #attuma #namora of talokan #talokanil technology #i need to go to sleep

[skylarstark4826]

The moment that said Princess stepped into the sacred territory of their Kingdom, Namora didn’t expect the light that adorning her King’s eyes. The mention of her presence brought another side of the Mighty Kukulkan. He ordered the finest dress that ever been made and made sure their hostages were fed well. 

At first it was just something any host should do. Welcoming guests with an open arm, but they were Talokanil. A civilization far away from the surface, hidden from the world and only a whisper in myth of the people. They were people of Gods, the only people that could survive underwater, conquering the only place that cannot be touched by the surface dweller.  

So it was odd, so out of him to welcome Guest - no, their enemies. The scientist was just a touch away to be erased but her King insisted on giving her the same warm welcome like the Princess. It was outrageous, it should not have been like this.  

But she couldn’t help, to see the sun finally shine on her King’s eyes. His eyes lit up the moment the Princess stepped into his space. The shadow of their dark Kingdom seemed so bright now the Princess had appeared and making him sway in a way Namora never saw her King be that way. 

Her King was God, their protector and their hero. He had hidden their traces of life for hundreds of years. For generations, even longer before her parents were born. Namora was his namesake, a token of gratitude she was named after him. As now she served under him directly as his advisor. 

It was not in vain, but Namora wished that light in her King’s eyes did not light up because of the Princess. 

He shouldn’t be compromised , by a Princess that was far from noble. Just another selfish surface dweller. 

She tried to keep convincing him, but only after one of their handmaids died, only then Her King came back. 

His rage was fresh, full of fury and Namora had been waiting for this. For him to realize how dangerous the surface and its people were. No one can be trusted.  

But then - she spared him.  

Namora knew beneath the shiny vibranium necklace, her King was still a human. There’s a sentiment, something in his eyes and heart, in regard to the Princess. In a way that Attuma even points out the smile that was brought to his face. Namora realized too. 

For years they had served their King. For years before their parents had served him too. For a long time Namora only heard his story through the songs and stories told by her parents. The Great Kukulkan. The God that she was named after. The boy without love they called him, a curse and a myth. 

But for long too, even his people acknowledge that despite his capability to protect and remain loyal to his people, Namor seemed to live up to his name. As the man seemed hesitant to accept any love in his life. 

It was sad, a sorrow painted in his eyes. Despite the fact he tried so hard to give affection to his children because for one maybe that’s his way to chase the curse away. But then again, he couldn’t.  

Then the Princess came. 

Namora could see it now, he was trying not to be Namor for her. He wanted so hard to be the man with love. So he welcomed her, dressed her in jade, and gave her a tour of their sacred kingdom. 

It took awhile for Namora to accept that reality, because the hatred that still linger in her heart upon their view to surface dwellers. Despite her King's attempt to show how the Wakandans were their ally in this cruel world. 

Until that one moment, his smile came again.  

The war had ended and Namora, still angry at the way her King still refused to take his pride again. 

Attuma took her to his side, taking her to see the sunrise in Wakanda. Telling her maybe this was the best way to form an alliance. They should not put ego over their King’s defeat. They, after all, have people to protect too. 

For the last resort Attuma told her, this was also for him. For their lonely King who had spent hundreds of years refusing to take any one as his love. Because the new Wakanda Young Queen was the only person that brought that smile,  the smile that had been hidden in a very long life and hardship. The smile that might have been lost the moment their King buried his mother in her mother’s land.

They were warriors, but also they were sinners. The Wakanda Queen gave them so much salvation and forgiveness. She even gave them the opportunity of a lifetime, to see the sunrise and sunset without worries. Something Namora’s parents had missed out on and long for their whole life. 

It would still be hard to accept. But their alliance would bring hope. Bring the future that before couldn’t be seen, but finally could be reached.

Her children would see the sun directly. Not living under the shadow of the water anymore.

She sighed in defeat and contentment. Maybe it would not be bad after all this alliance. 

But really? Namora still couldn’t handle this side of the lovesick dolphin of her King.

#nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #namor and shuri #namor of talokan #shuri of wakanda #king namor #princess shuri #nashuri fanart #namor x shuri fanart #black panther #black panter wakanda forever #namor mcu #namuri

[karisomk]

Dry Drowning Chapter 2 Teaser: Attuma X Okoye

Announcement of not only having the scientist within Talokan but also the guest of Princess Shuri from Wakanda there made the city bustling with people more than usual. Politics. Something Attuma would rather not get into if he had the option not to anyway.  His presence there was merely to impose and enforce. And he would keep that way. Namora had stopped near the training grounds only briefly, she informing him that the princess was now awake but not the scientist and how the King requested a dress for her to make. He heard the venom that dripped from her words, the confusion that radiated off her. Perhaps this was the reason why K’uk’ulkan did not scold him over his warrior. An alliance was one thing but to give the princess jade as a gift was another. Attuma didn’t say much but grunt in response, which allowed him more peace when Namora took her leave in a hurry. The grounds were empty due to Princess Shuri and the scientist, he relished in the silence as he trained alone. He adjusted the swings of his curved blade spear to make them low and wide, as if using  memory of Okoye’s movement for reference. Using his momentum to increase his speed with jabs and swings of his spear while he trained. How she stayed away, watching calculating what would be his next movement. She stayed low and used her spear effortlessly to cover her reach to him. Attuma felt his grip tighten on his weapon, increasing his speed while he continued to train by himself. Each practiced move was filled with determination and longing for that certain feel of vibranium meeting vibranium. 

He visioned her red jumpsuit that hugged her form like a second skin, ripping away the fabric off her and gaze upon her skin that was kissed by the sun. He needed to witness the battle scars she held and new scars that he had given her.  Watch her quick breath slowly turn to moans that begged for him. He wanted to kiss and bite, leave his markings on her and every place he could reach. The finest pearls he would search for in the sea he would give to her. Just so he could admire them against her bare skin. Or a beautiful carved jade shark tooth adorned on a long leather thread which allowed the tooth to sit between her full breast.

NO. Not a surface dweller,she was from the surface. But this wasn’t just any surface dweller. Chacc, I pray you guide me.  [[ I am still working on this chapter but Okoye got man's thoughts edging close to being feral. ]] [[He's packing his spend the night and fight bag right nowwwww]]

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #a03 fanfic

[tobiasdrake]

It was a bold choice to spend most of episode 5 chilling in Sam's hometown. But this was really important character work. Sam needed this time to find his way to the shield. To decide not just what it means as a symbol but what it means to him. To his history. To him personally. To the things he believes in.

So he goes home. He spends time with the people he loves, the people who love him. The community where he grew up. He connects with his family ties. He resolves things with Bucky. And he thinks about the things Isaiah told him, about how they made him feel, and about his own opinions.

And he makes his choice. He puts in the work and teaches himself how to throw the shield. Isaiah said that they will never let a black man be Captain America, but Sam isn't asking for permission.

It happens right here. Not on that park bench in front of the quantum time machine. But here, in this small town. In the yard outside a small wooden home owned by a poor black fishing family. With an eighty-year-old hand-me-down shield made from vibranium and a brand new suit tailored by the finest clothiers in Wakanda. This is where Sam Wilson becomes Captain America.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america

[themovieblogonline]

Dive into the MCU's Animated Past with "Eyes of Wakanda"

Get ready for some Black Panther action, animated style! Disney+ is dropping a brand new series titled "Eyes of Wakanda,". This series follows a team of elite Wakandan warriors on bad-ass missions around the globe. And the best part? It's officially canon within the MCU timeline – the sacred timeline, no less! This news comes straight from Marvel Studios honcho Brad Winderbaum. He spilled the beans in a recent interview, hyping up all the cool animated projects on the horizon. And let me tell you, "Eyes of Wakanda" sounds like it's gonna be epic. The Team Behind the Vision Here's the real kicker: Black Panther director, Ryan Coogler, is producing this animated series! That's right. The visionary director who brought Wakanda to life in live-action is taking us on a deep dive into the world of these elite warriors. With veteran storyboard artist Todd Harris on board as director, you just know "Eyes of Wakanda" is gonna be visually stunning. So, what exactly is this elite squad all about? These warriors are tasked with one thing: retrieving dangerous vibranium artifacts from all corners of the world. Imagine Indiana Jones meets Black Panther, with a sprinkle of high-tech Wakandan gadgets on top. Get ready for action-packed adventures, thrilling chases, and maybe even a showdown or two with some bad guys trying to get their hands on that precious vibranium. Marvel's Animation History This move by Marvel to embrace animation is a major step up. Remember those awesome animated flicks like "Ultimate Avengers" back in the day? Yeah, those were the bomb. Lately, Marvel's animations haven't exactly been blowing our socks off. But with the success of "What If...?", it seems they're ready to get back in the game. And "Eyes of Wakanda" sounds like the perfect way to kick things off. So, are you excited to see Wakanda's finest warriors in action? Let us know in the comments what you're most hyped about for "Eyes of Wakanda"! Plus, don't forget to check out the official synopsis: Throughout Wakandan history, brave warriors have been tasked to travel the world retrieving dangerous vibranium artifacts. This is their story. Source: ComicBookMovie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUgZwXaVG4s Read the full article

[marevel17]

REAL NAME: Steve Rogers Captain America has agility, strength, speed, endurance, and reaction time superior to any Olympic athlete who ever competed. The Super-Soldier formula that he has metabolized has enhanced all of his bodily functions to the peak of human efficiency. Notably, his body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing poisons in his muscles, granting him phenomenal endurance. Captain America has mastered the martial art of American-style boxing and judo, and has combined these disciplines with his own unique hand-to-hand style of combat. He engages in a daily regimen of rigorous exercise (including aerobics, weight lifting, gymnastics, and simulated combat) to keep himself in peek condition. Captain America is one of the finest human combatants Earth has ever known. . . . . . . . . #marvel #mcu #captain #captainamerica #marvel #marvelstudio #marvelstuff #shield #vibranium #mcunerd https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca-At-DpkTG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#marvel #mcu #captain #captainamerica #marvelstudio #marvelstuff #shield #vibranium #mcunerd

[lovelybarnes]

crush- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of sam wilson, steve rogers, and natasha romanoff (all platonic) warnings: whole lotta fluff about: bucky and you have a forever crush a/n: i very much do not love the about, and you can take this as a 40s!reader if that makes more sense. Second of my installments for jamecember! @writingsbychlo

bucky’s beer is sitting in front of him, untouched and mocking with the way its dripping moisture settles on the wood of the bar table. steve is staring at bucky’s blank look, his blue eyes narrowing at his best friend while sam nudges his arm gently, sitting down next to him with two new drinks. he hands him one before looking back at bucky, furrowing his brows and looking back at steve in question, “still?” he wonders aloud, and steve nods, absentmindedly tracing the pad of his finger over his fresh drink.

“buck, is everything okay? it’s like you haven’t even been here the whole time we’ve been here.”

bucky nearly snaps out of it, nodding distractedly at steve’s words while he chases his ideas, feeling so close to having his answer, yet so impossibly far that it makes him frustrated and glare at his drink. “‘m fine. just trying to figure something out.”

sam raises an eyebrow and shares a look with steve, a small smile making his way onto his face, “maybe we can help oil that android brain of yours, what’cha tryin’ to figure out?”

bucky pauses, contemplating the offer before refusing, “it’s nothing,” he lies, the quiet whirring of his vibranium arm betraying his words.

“is y/n mad at you?” steve asks, eyebrows joining in concern.

bucky shakes his head, “no. no,” bucky answers quickly, drifting off before finally giving in to steve’s stare, “‘was just wondering how good that new restaurant was.”

sam raises an eyebrow, “it’s okay… nothing you would like.”

bucky clears his throat, “what about y/n?”

sam hums in realization, “ah, you want to take y/n on a date,” he wags his eyebrows, “why don’t you just ask her to look up the menu— since we all know you can’t—” bucky scowls, “and see if she likes the food?”

“i can’t,” bucky insists, and at his friends’ requests to know why, bucky can feel an unwanted blush rise to his cheeks when he realizes he’ll have to tell them. “it’s just— i want this to be a surprise.”

sam grins, “special occasion? want a second honeymoon?”

bucky rolls his eyes, the warmth in his face deepening, “i just— she’s y/n and i love her. i want this to be a good date for her.”

his eyes lighten when he suddenly gets an idea, and steve can nearly see the lightbulb hanging above him brighten slightly. “maybe i can do a picnic. do you think you can ask stark to show a movie for us in the backyard? near the garden,” bucky adjures to steve.

“you know you already got the girl, right? there’s no need for the fancy, expensive dates to win her over,” sam reminds, an easy smile on his lips.

bucky shrugs, “that doesn’t matter. she deserves the best, it doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together.”

-

it takes bucky two more days to get everything fully figured out, having called in a favor from tony to get the tower’s garden—full of colors and blooming flowers thanks to you—decorated for you, and a large monitor set up so you could watch your favorite movie. nobody—including the avengers—was allowed into it as long as you both were outside, so complete privacy was promised, and your favored dishes were already being prepared by the finest chefs—another favor from tony.

now, he only needed to actually ask you.

but the anxiety that curled around his thoughts—as completely unreasonable as it was—was still cutting off his nerve as you walked over to him. he already knew your answer, had already imagined your smile and the warmth of your cheeks while you nodded. he just needed to make that a reality.

the curve of his lips came naturally when you stepped close to him, a light smile already on your face from his close proximity, and your fingers already burning to hold his thanks to the repeated motion of greeting him with a squeeze to his cold hand. “hey bucky,” you begin, cheeks burning and teeth beginning to stress at your bottom lip when he smiles at you.

“y/n, i wanted to tell— ask, i mean— well, actually it’s more of a request?” bucky’s already off to a bad start, and he hasn’t even begun asking his question yet. you laugh lightly, looking at him patiently. one of your hands reaches for his, and your touch immediately soothes him.

“do you wanna go out with me today?” he asks finally, and your neck heats, but you nod, a small airy breath leaving your mouth while you respond.

“of course, bucky. you don’t need to be so nervous anymore.”

bucky disagrees—how is he not supposed to be nervous and when your smile looks like that? when the color of your eyes glimmers in his dreams and your touch is as soft and loving as it is? he wants to stress how the miracle that you and him got together doesn’t make him any less in love with you, doesn’t make you any less beautiful—doesn’t minimize his huge crush on you—but he just smiles at you, face burning because you’re smiling at him and your eyes shine with excitement as you ask him about your date. “it’s all a surprise, doll,” bucky answers, his metal hand looping around your waist when you lean against him, groaning.

“one hint?” you ask with a pout.

“you’ll love it,” bucky promises, and you nuzzle your head into his chest.

“that’s a given. it’s with you.”

bucky, even after your many honest compliments, still can’t help his blush.

-

you’re narrowing your eyes at yourself in the mirror when nat walks by your room, doubling back when she realizes what you’re doing. “wow,” she greets, surprising you. you turn to see her leaning on your doorframe, eyeing your outfit.

“do you like it? bucky’s about to pick me up for a date, and i wasn’t sure if this was good enough…”

natasha looks at you in bewilderment for a moment before cocking her head, beginning to walk closer to you. “you’re serious?” she questions, and you nod. “y/n,” she begins, stepping in front of you and putting her hands on your arms. “you could go out in a potato bag and barnes would still look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.” you can’t help but scoff lightly and look down at yourself again, beginning to question the shoes you’re wearing. “y/n, i’m serious. that guy loves you.”

“besides,” nat starts, dropping her arms to her side while she inspects your jewelry. “you guys are together now, a date usually implies going to mcdonald’s to pick up fries and eat them in his car. i wouldn’t be surprised if he came in sweatpants,” she laughs. you listen to her words and frown, now worried you’re overdressed. the knock at your open door cuts off your idea to change for the nth time—which is proven by the clothing and shoes strewn across your floor.

“y/-” bucky stops when his eyes land on you before a dumb grin begins forming on his lips, “you look beautiful.”

your worried frown melts into a smile at his words, but you still tug at what you’re wearing, “really? i’m not overdressed?— or underdressed?” bucky shakes his head, his eyes still too glued onto your figure to even notice nat in the room. “no, no, you’re… you’re perfect.”

“you guys are so gross,” sam whines from behind bucky, “i thought the honeymoon phase would be over by the first five years.”

natasha nods, pushing past a distracted bucky to leave the room. “me too,” she says, “but nope. even after five years of being married they still act like nervous teenagers in love.”

your ring glints under the light while you hook your arm through bucky’s offered one, a gentle warmth settled on your ears from the kiss he laid on your knuckles. his own ring shines proudly from its place on his finger, the words engraved on it—yours until the end of the line—hidden from anyone else’s view.

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[starks-hero]

Baby, it's Cold Outside

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: You spend a cold morning cuddled up with your boys.

Word Count: 680

Warnings: none

16 Days of Christmas Masterlist

That time of year had finally arrived. When the sky began to turn grey with the promise of snow, the kitchen always smelled of cinnamon and freshly brewed tea and retreating to the warmth of your bed each morning never seemed more desirable.

Your apartment was cold. The kind of cold that numbed your fingers and toes and called for extra layers of just about everything, from socks to jumpers. Yet you were surprisingly unbothered by the harsh winter weather, quite possibly because you currently lay snug between the equivalent of two human heaters.

Both Steve and Bucky were practically furnaces, always maintaining that perfect temperature and you could practically feel the heat radiating from their skin. It was bothersome during the Summer months when the heat would become too much for you to bear and you'd wake drenched in sweat. Yet on days like this when the thermometer had nose-dived into the blue, it was a godsend.

You were nestled neatly in Steve's arms whilst Bucky lay beside you, limbs sprawled out along the mattress.

The blanket draped over the three of you was king-sized and made of the finest silk. It created the perfect cocoon of warmth, comfort and security. Steve and Bucky were still sleeping soundly and you did your best to not disturb them as you manoeuvred your way out of Steve's grip. They deserved the rest.

You pulled a sweater on over your head, recognising it as Buckys by the faint scent of citrus. You clambered out from between them, grinning at the groan of disapproval that sounded when you left the bed. The kitchen was cooler than the bedroom and a shiver ran up your spine as you began to make yourself something to drink along with a morning cup of tea for Bucky and Steve.

You sighed as you realised you were all out of the chamomile tea Bucky had grown fond of. You checked every cupboard but each box you found was empty.

A trip to the store it was then. It was freezing out but if you were quick it wouldn't be that bad. And getting back into the warmth of your bed with your boys would be that bit more rewarding afterwards. Like a warm shower after getting caught in the rain.

After changing into warmer clothes and wrapping up in a scarf and hat, you braved the morning cold and returned with a bag of groceries.

Once everything had been put away, you took the time to make the hot drinks just the way each of you liked them, adding honey to Bucky's and a generous amount of sugar to Steve's. You headed back to the bedroom and placed the steaming mugs on the bedside table.

Steve had inched closer to the middle of the bed in your absence and Bucky had turned on his side, his vibranium hand lying idly against Steve's waist. They both looked as though they were carved from marble lying there, perfect depictions of vigorous beauty. The shallow breaths that passed their lips and the occasional twitch of Bucky's nose was the only thing that set them apart from museum art work.

You'd just rounded the bed when a strong arm looped around your middle and pulled you down towards the mattress. The pillows cushioned your landing. Before you could sit up Steve's arm returned and gently pinned you to the bed as Bucky pressed gentle kisses to your collarbone.

“Morning,” you said gently. “I made you both tea.”

Bucky hummed contently. “Thanks, doll.” His words were low and drawn out, tripping over each other as they left his lips.

Steve mirrored Bucky's dreamy smile as he kissed your temple and reached across for his mug. “You're too good to us.”

Bucky dared to open his eyes and sighed at the sight of the frost accumulating in the corners of the bedroom window.

“I think we should spend the rest of the day in bed,” he said, lazily scratching at his stubble. You nestled back into the comforts of the cushions and blankets as Steve and Bucky slowly began to rub the sleep from their eyes.

“I couldn't agree more.”

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

Loveless - (39)

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Pairing: Shuri x Namor

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: none

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Chapter 39

“Namora?”, her brother had finally found his way back. But the shock on his face was evident as she shrugged her shoulders, expanding her arms to show off her reason of joy. He blinked, not registering the beauty of what had transpired but as he pieced it together, his eyes found the princess standing behind her and she knew her time here was done.

“Princess, I’m forever grateful but I need to warn you that you should expect Attuma to march in here, the moment he sees this.”, she grinned knowing well enough that Attuma will throw a fit and that he had reasons of his own to get his new upgraded mask.

“Although I will have to leave you now. I need to find Ross.”, she winked and whispered quickly before leaving her.

He looked a little worse for wear, his hair a mess, his stubble grown out across his jawline but his wolf-like grin let her know that he had come here only to see her.

He stalked slowly towards her, circling around her table, his eyes marked on her. “Shuri, your mind,”, he found his way next to her as she stayed put, “is a place I want to get lost in.”, he whispered and she felt the goosebumps spread out across her skin.

“I take it you like the innovation.”, she edged closer only to reach behind him to retrieve her tools and then move away, taking away the opportunity for him to kiss her, this little game made him laugh. She busied herself with clearing her desk, trying not to focus on the warmth the sound of his happiness was doing to her, making her limbs feel weak as they failed to swim away from his magnetic field but with every step she succeeded and moved away, he mirrored and stayed close.

“Do you remember when we were underwater, you showed me your people and said that we were the same because we shared the same skin colour?”, she asked and he nodded.

“It inspired me. To think how beautiful it would make them feel, to be on land and not feel alien on it.”, she explained quickly because she knew she was strong enough to get lost in his gaze. She dipped her head all too sudden feeling shy as her peripheral vision shaped his silhouette close to her.

But as he stood still, he steadied her hips, tilted her chin to meet his eyes and then let his lips meet hers. All the worry, doubt, trouble that brewed in her mind seemed to vanish. Maybe the only cure to the struggles in her life was this. Him. His Midas touch that turned wooden plaguing thoughts into golden fireworks covering her soul with glitter.

“Where did you go?”, she asked before she kissed him again. She was turning into her worst nightmare, a lovesick version of herself.

“To clear my head.”, he said as she turned towards the table when an elegant box sat in front of her.

“What is this?”, she questioned when he hugged her from behind, his chin nestled into the crook of her neck, his hands wrapped around her waist, “Open it.”, he whispered into her ear. So she did, opening the box to reveal the most beautiful necklace she had seen, it’s design looking quite similar to his crest.

“I made it.”, he mumbled as she touched it gently, the stones and pearls engraved on to it were of the finest quality.

“If the world is going to see me, I might as well make the best appearance.”, he chuckled. “By being by your side.”, he added and kissed her neck. She relaxed into his embrace.

“How are you not worried?”, she turned to him. He furrowed his brows making a dramatic gesture as though he was thinking about it before responding, “I don’t know, off late anything with you seems fun.”, he smiled.

“You, my prince, have completely lost it.”, she shook her head laughing but his expression sobered as he held her cheek.

"I’ve grown tired of hiding, princess.”, he spilled the truth, one she had suspected.

“Now through our alliance, the laws that keep Wakanda’s vibranium safe can protect Talokan’s too but they are going to find us one way or the other. ”, he cocked his eyebrow, his eyes searching hers as his face softened.

“Asking you to not be a part of your world all for the sake of protecting me and my people seems selfish.”, he spoke quietly. Her heart could have very well stopped. Here she was thinking of the horrors she wanted to protect him from and here he stood, letting her go from the commitment that tied their kingdoms together.

“It means I’m holding you back.”, he said sweetly. Her mind switching between trying to find the reason behind all of this, because in all honesty she and Namora were scared while he was an embodiment of serenity. She wanted to shake him by the shoulders, hold his gaze and tell him she could lose him.

“I set you free from the promise and contract I held you to, I will face whatever it is that is to come next with the bravest face I’ve ever worn.”, he straightened and she was still searching for words to say. But she always seemed to be at a loss for them when he was around her, so instead she slipped her hand into his and held onto it tightly. That’s all she needed to focus on, even when her world hinged on an axis.

As long as you're safe. That was the only thought he could focus on as he held her.

He felt her hand in his and he hoped she won’t see the fear in his eyes or the tremble in his voice, because as much as he tried to hide it, he felt like the kid that took his mother’s body to the surface. Afraid of what was to come next, or atleast now he was, because he knew all the ways this could go wrong. All the ways through which this new found happiness be had held onto could be taken away.

The world out there lived to condemn people like him, all the saints in suits would wait for him to walk into their mouths and then convince her to let him go. Her promise that she wouldn’t was the only thing keeping him sane. But then again, he could never read minds and he didn’t have the best track record when it came to trusting people. So here he was, figuring out trust, love and friendship all together.

“I want you to run wild, my panthera.”, he told her. His throat running dry but a single glance into her eyes and knew that for her sake he would have to stand strong.

He was facing his truest fear, setting the one he loved free without the expectation that she would come back to him. But just as tough as it was, there was this incessant dream that kept playing in the back of his head, a dream of a future that was solely his. That he saw himself walking down the shores of the beaches he had once haunted as a solitary figure, but now, with her by his side. That the world could go dark and quiet and even then his eyes will search for her. All this was new to adapt to, hopes and dreams were never his forte.

“Once all that is resolved, maybe if you still think of me, we can then get on to deal with other serious matters.”, he said it mischievously, leaning in, inhaling her scent to ground himself in the present because he couldn’t think of anything else but the hope of a future they could share, a future that may not even come true.

“Oh, What other matters?”, she narrowed her eyes.

“Now that you can breathe water, I was thinking I could take you to see the many other wonders the sea has to offer.”, he explained.

“Ah I see. Are you trying to court me?”, she smirked. He pursed his lips as though his ploy had been figured out but instead of answering the question, he asked one of his own.

“What are your thoughts on forever?”, she ran her fingers over his stubble instead of telling him forever was a hoax. It felt like they were locked in some form of verbal duel.

As they stood there evading the questions, locked in just caressing eachother as though they were holding eachother's fragile heart in their hands. Their fingertips sizzled with the power of the sea and the land, that mere touches felt like the call of the wild. But there was more to this, because did she believe in an ever after?

Wasn’t this all too soon to decide on that? They’ve known each other for more than a year but this relationship has barely taken root. Did she love him? He had all the time in the world to have already discovered the remedy for the plights of love and the meaning of it all. He was as mysterious as the sea, as he stood still under her touch while she wondered and imagined his escapades with women prior in his life. He would have had countless lovers before her, he was a king and a king had courtesans and mistresses and wives.

So why was he asking her about forever? She peeled away from his hands.

“You must have been married before, haven’t you.” She sniffed as though she had found the root cause of his questions, but to her accusations he smiled sheepishly.

“I have never been.”, he admitted and it caused her confusion. Her parents were married out of duty the moment the kingdom demanded it be so, Tchalla was lucky because the girl he fell in love with was approved by everyone. But marriage always complicated things and she was still young to enjoy her life without more responsibility.

“I never had time for romance and I did not want to settle for duty. Most of them got on my nerves. I hardly stuck around one city for long that at one point Namora got worried I would never find someone.”, but he approached her as if he knew the noise that was swirling in her mind.

“I only want to know if you see me there, in your forever.”, He looped his arms behind her again and the anxiety worked its way through her, her thoughts cascading over each other.

“That’s all I get to be, a wife?”, she felt her chest tighten. Her eyes refraining to meet his. She knew well how a life of a princess would be, this was inevitably written in her story line as a woman. That when the time came and if she had found the safety to fall in love, the life she knew would come to an end. But the true thought that triggered her panic manifested itself as he tilted her chin to look at him.

This would be a disaster. He will grow bored of her and then like every other royal, she will be stuck in a marriage where they would have to make it work some how, for the sake of their kingdoms. But his soft chuckle broke her train of thought, confusing her furthermore. As to how he was understanding of all this, of all her mess. That he embraced her, eased her with his words, quietening her ever chaotic mind. That as much as she wanted to believe everything she felt for him in the moment and over the months was a construct of her mind, she couldn’t. There was a hidden truth in his eyes, and in her heart, that all the emotions she felt now, was real.

“I can’t speak for the world and all their practices,” he tilted his head.

“but I only you to be my friend for life.”, he pulled her closer.

“To wake up to, to talk to and to kiss whenever I want. That I wouldn't have to worry every second if you might vanish away.”, he mumbled and it became clearer that all these questions were never about her. It was his dream, the one he had been longing for five centuries, to share all of his thoughts and feelings to. Somehow that perspective shattered her view on this matter. She slid her hands behind his neck.

“Shuri,", he said he name gently, like it was magic, "will you like to be my person?”, he whispered into her ear and her knees could have become putty.

My person. It held an even higher degree of innocence and vulnerability than being called a lover.

In the steadiness of his arms, her mind took her back to their morning in her apartment. Where they looked like a couple who had been living together for decades, that if she indulged herself to add to his dream, the vision that enfolded in her mind was the most sweetest. The happiness he would cause to bloom in her life was enchanting in itself. That was how her forever would look like with him in it and when you know something so good could exist, why would you deny yourself of it?

“Since you asked nicely”, she pulled away to find his gaze. “Yes.”, she said it and realized how easy it was, to accept the love she wanted and maybe that was what Namora had told her.

“Now, we can’t take you out in your green shorts for the world to see.”, she smirked and he gasped.

“My shorts have been fashionable for centuries.”, he leaned on her table as she folded her arms.

“That’s because you never had to witness the internet.”, she walked towards her console.

“One look at you and the whole world will want to have you.”, she selected a compartment which then opened with a hiss.

“Do I sense a hint of jealousy?”, he walked towards the open compartment as a mannequin was pushed outside.

“No.”, she brushed off his comment but it only made him laugh.

“But not to worry, I made you a very fashionable tuxedo.”, she revealed her work of art.

“Sewn together with vibranium fabric to be bulletproof, light enough to be breathable and yet formal enough for a gala.”, she smoothed down the shirt and turned to gauge his reaction.

"and my specialty, sneakers. To keep your wings away from their discussion.", she patted his arm.

"This will protect me from the inter-net?", he asked her as she hid her laugh.

In that instant, as she watched him inspect the new piece of clothing, she knew there was lot she had to help him with, just as he had helped her with sorting through major parts of her life. That was when she could see it. Her forever and him in it.

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Namor has infinite rizz and Shuri has finally succumbed to it lol

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[misguidedasgardian]

600 followers challenge

Bucky Barnes + proposal + metal arm

Warnings: pure fluff, soft smut

Word count: 1.8k

For this adorable noonie 💕 oh my I went crazy with this one. I listened to the song "Marry me" of Bruno Mars on a loop while I was writing this! hahaha I literally cried at some point

“Buck! Look!” You called, as you grabbed his metal hand to drag him along the farmers market, so naturally he didn’t even notice it at first.

That’s when he knew, that’s the exact moment he knew you were the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It was an action so small, so natural, but to him? It meant the world, it meant acceptance, it meant a new beginning

Without you even noticing his eyes filled with unshed tears, when all the precious moments he shared with you flooded his mind making his heart flutter on his chest, warming him up from the inside

He remembered the first date he had with you, he was so nervous, it was summer and a day so heated you insisted over and over again to please lose the gloves covering his hands, wondering why he was wearing a thick leather jacket and those leather gloves

“Well doll… I…”

“What is it?” You asked.

Well, it has been great while it lasted, he thought, as he took off his right hand glove, it has been great meeting you, but now you were going to walk away, you had to find out sooner or later, better be soon, so he wouldn't get attached. He hesitated before he took off his left glove, but he showed you his vibranium arm

But he didn't find fear in your eyes, he didn't find disgust, he only find amazement, he showed you his hand, his open palm, and he was surprised when you gently took his hand in yours, to see it more closely, he let you turn it around to see the back, and you caressed the smooth material with your thumbs

“It's the coolest prosthetic I have ever seen!” you said simply, finally looking at him with those eyes he liked so much

“You think so”? he asked, like a little kid

“Yes!” you said, like it was obvious

He then thought about the first time he made love to you. He was so scared, so intimidated, he didn't even want to touch your soft skin with his metal arm. What if he left bruises? What if he gets carried away and harms you in some way?

But you again proved to him that you loved them no matter what, and totally disarmed him. When he had you under him, the moonlight drew soft and enticing shapes on your naked body. You noticed right away he isn't using his metal arm, that he was hiding behind his back, so you, while you had him deep inside you, grabbed his vibranium hand and placed it over your cheek, and you leaned into it, want to feel its coolness in the heat of the greatest sex you have ever had, and he pounded softly into you, drawing from you the most delicious sounds, and at least three orgasms as his thick cock dragged inside your walls making you feel thing you had ever felt before.

And it took him a while longer and a bit of liquid courage to use his metal hand in other parts of you during love making, oh but when he did...

And now… or whenever you walked holding hands, he always tried to place you on his right side, but sometimes you just walked on his left, and grabbed his hand regardless, it became a second nature for you, making no distinction.

What was once a instrument of death, it was now a part of him you embraced, accepted and even he dared said you loved like the rest of him

That was one of the many reasons he wanted to marry you

To be loved and accepted by you was one of the best things that ever happened to him.

“It has to be big!” Said Sharon, when he asked the girls about what kind of ring he should get. She made a big gesture with her hands, “make sure it has the 4 C’s”

“4 C’s?” He asked, clearly panicking

“Clarity, Carat, cut and color” she said, sure of her words, “it has to be 2 carats, minimum, no color, clarity at its finest” he tried to write it down, but he was so nervous. “And it’s had to be at least 3 months salary”

“That’s not necessary” said Nat, clearly uncomfortable

“He wants her to say yes doesn’t he?” She said, and Nat grabbed her arm and took her away from Bucky, who was visibly more nervous than when he first asked.

Wanda grabbed his arm softly, and with a reassuring smile, she put all his doubts away

“Don’t listen to Sharon, you know she doesn’t care, anything you choose she will be so happy for it” she said, “you know… she has thought about you both married and all” she said with a wink, “you just have to ask her”

So it was decided and in a week it happened, the night he was finally going to propose

He made a reservation in a beautiful restaurant, he was going to go classic, ask the metré to put the ring in a glass of champagne, to have a toast at the end of the delicious meal when he was going to ask you to be his wife

Imagine his face when the waitress passed your table holding both flouts towards the one that was right next to yours, and the occupants looked comically alike you two

“What is this?” She screamed, horrified. You turned around to look at the couple crumble, “you are still married you idiotic son of a bitch!” She slapped him and stormed off. The man was left speechless looking at the ring at the bottom of the glass. While you took a trip to the ladies room Bucky hastily stood and fished the ring from the glass.

“I´m so sorry” he muttered, carefully placing the ring back on his box and saving it on his suit jacket. It wasn't a two carat ring like Sharon had said, it was barely half of one, encrusted in a platinum band, it was all he could afford, and Wanda and Steve had helped him picked it up, the first one insisted that was the one and that he didn't need to go broke buying one, oh he hoped she was right

A little hiccup, it wasn’t all lost, the Brooklyn bridge was shining so brightly and beautifully that night, he proposed you take a walk on it, and you gladly accepted. If only he had noticed the storm that was brewing in the dark skies. As you stopped to see the magical view of the lightened city, he placed a hand on your lower back to call for your attention, and as he was about to ask the most important question, a thunder interrupted him. You both looked up, at the same time a huge storm fell over your heads. Thick rain making you wet in seconds

You shrieked, but laughed loudly as you hugged him, and he couldn't believe what was happening to him. He wanted to yell to compete with the thunder

You ran back until you could get a cab that took you to your apartment.

Wet from head to toe, you offered him one of his shirts and cotton shorts he had left in your place, as you changed as well. When he returned to the living room where you were looking for a movie to watch. Bucky couldn´t understand why you were smiling so widely. Your hair was still damp from the rain, your shoes and dress had been totally ruined, the dinner had been a mess, but still, there you were, looking for a movie to watch and cuddle with him on the couch, looking so happy and pleased. So he just took a long breath, to go to you and cuddle, trying to forget everything that happened

And then

The icing on the cake

The storm had ceased, but… the lights of the entire city went off, leaving you in total darkness.

A freaking blackout

“Oh my god!” you laughed, and he just wanted to start crying at this point

“This is a nightmare” he murmured, reaching your shadow in the couch

“Where's your sense of adventure?” you asked giggly, placing your head on his shoulder, both your pair of eyes adapting to the lack of light, drawing the shapes of the furniture and your own bodies

“It's kinda´ dead doll” he said softly, caressing your back with the tip of his metal fingers

“C´mon Buck,'' you stood up and you found those candles you had all around the apartment and lit them up to illuminate enough not to have an accident and to see where you were going. But without even knowing it, you created a romantic and relaxed atmosphere. One of those candles was scented, so the entire room filled with your favorite aroma. You went back to sit on the couch, without realizing it, you sat on top of his jacket, and jumped back to your feet when you felt that you had sat on something…

“Oh!” you were scared you broke it, whatever it was. Bucky reacted quickly, and threw himself on his jacket. He was going to check off the box, but he was so nervous of being “caught” the damp box just slipped off his metal hand, dropping to the floor, you leaned in to help him grab whatever that was. But in the rush he just dropped to the floor so you didn't see it

You just stood up, surprised of his reaction

“Bucky, are you ok? what is that?” you asked, surprised and nervous.

Ok, so this is happening, he thought hastily, he realised there, on the floor, there wasn't more hiding it anymore, no more waiting, this was it. So he just did it, from the floor he stood up but just… without even thinking about it, he took a knee. And then you knew, and gasped loudly, when his steel blue eyes found yours barely lit by the soft lights of the candles

“(Y/N)” He called, his eyes shiny, he softly opened the box to present to you the ring… “Would you…marry me?” Suddenly you were left speechless, your voice caught in your throat by tears of happiness

“Yes!” you managed to yell, your voiced pitched from the excitement, “Yes! a thousand times yes!” looking at the beautiful ring that was contrasting with the blue velvet cushion

“I know is small” he said, with his big eyes, begging for your understanding “If you want later we can put a bigger diamond…” but you shook your head as happy tears rolled down your cheeks

“Bucky Barmes don't you dare!” you said, voice strangled by the tears, and offered your hand so he could place the ring on your finger, he gently did, “I'm never taking it off, this is the most beautiful ring I had ever seen!” you said taking it close to your face so you could look more closely to it. You couldn't take it any longer and tackled poor Bucky back into the floor, as you hugged him and kiss all the spots you could find

“Yes! yes! yes!” you cried, and he just held you

“It wasn't what I planned” he murmured, “All Happened backwards as I intended”

“It was the best night of my life” you said, feeling his heart flutter on his chest

post chapter: I was trying to make this request of like 600 words, but well… I couldn´t stop! I literally cried at some point writing this, Hope you like noonie! <3 I got really carried away! hahaha I really hope you like it!

for my 600 followers challenge!

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[badassbuchanan]

NO THOUGHTS JUST THINKING ABOUT GOING ON A COFFEE DATE WITH BUCKY BARNES 😭😭😭😭😭 I CANT STOP LOOKING AT HOW GOOD HE LOOKS WITH HIS LITTLE MASK, AND THE ARMMMM🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Ughhhhhhh I think this picture just killed me 😫😭

But okay so

“I thought you said you wanted to go out for coffee?” A frown line appeared in the centre of Bucky’s forehead as he sat down on the hard seat of the café looking accusingly over at his girlfriend. “There’s no coffee in that.”

Y/N let out a little chuckle of amusement as she lifted the mug of chai latte to her lips, taking a sip as her eyes stayed trained on the metal armed man sitting opposite her. “It still counts.” She shrugged sweetly.

Bucky couldn’t conceal the small smile that appeared on his face as he tilted his head to the side, curious to how Y/N’s mind worked. “Do milkshakes count too?” He muttered sarcastically as he lifted his own mug to his lips, filled with Brooklyn’s finest black coffee.

Y/N bit the inside of her lip, trying to hide her smile as she faked a frown over at her boyfriend, slamming her mug back down the table a little more aggressively than necessary. “Listen here, Bucky boy,” She raised an eyebrow as an amused smirk washed over Bucky’s face, not even making him flinch at her sudden movement. “That piece of metal on your body, it’s not flesh, but it’s still an arm, isn’t it?”

Bucky tilted his head back as he rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smile as his chest rumbled in a chuckle. “You always find a way to bring it back to the arm, huh?” He quickly crossed his arms, his muscles flexing even more as he looked over at her accusingly, leaning slightly forward in his chair. 

She smiled innocently as she admired him, she was all too aware of how Bucky viewed himself. Y/N leant in to match him, placing one elbow on the table as she rested her chin on her hand. Her other hand smoothly slid over to Bucky’s side of the table as he rested his arms down. “You know I have a soft spot for this arm.” She dropped her voice, letting him know she was serious as her fingers rubbed soothingly along his vibranium forearm. 

Bucky suddenly went quiet, a slight pink blush appeared on his cheeks as his eyes fixed on where she was touching him. He had grown to accept that Y/N loved him unconditionally, even if he didn’t view himself as worthy. But it still made his stomach flutter with butterflies every time she gave him a compliment, or touched him gently, as if he’d never been a muderous assassin.

His lips curled into a soft smile as his eyes met hers, noticing the way she’d been admiring him, as if he were a high school crush she’d never had the courage to speak to and not her long time boyfriend who she knew was an absolutely goofball. 

“That still doesn’t count as coffee.” Bucky whispered as he licked his lips, deflecting from the intimate moment as a cheeky glint flickered in his eyes. He spoke the words as if he’d caught her out in an attempt to win over his view on their earlier argument by the loving touch, which both knew was definitely not the case. Bucky anticipated the reaction he’d get as he watched Y/N bite back a sarcastic comment.

Instead, she squinted her eyes into a glare, her movements on his arm freezing as she let a soft chuckle escape her nose. “Way to ruin the moment, Buck.” She slapped his arm lightly in a fake annoyance before sitting up straight, his mention of her chai latte serving as a reminder to drink it before it went cold. 

“Moment?” Bucky tilted his head, acting clueless as he stretched his back, entertaining himself by purposely riling her up. “Is that what you thought this was?” His nose scrunched up, causing Y/N’s fake annoyance to fade, unable to ignore how cute he looked as she let out a giggle.

“Oh I suppose you let all the girls touch your vibranium arm, huh?” Y/N sassed back as she raised her eyebrows, her heart fluttering at the toothy, boyish grin she was met with.

“No, only you.” Bucky responded sweetly to her, quickly sliding his metal arm across the table to grab hold of her hand. He smiled innocently over at her, a love in his eyes she couldn’t ignore as he pulled her hand to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. “Only you.” He mumbled against her skin, kissing her again as his metal fingers squeezed her wrist lovingly. 

“Seriously Barnes, sometimes I think I should get Sam down here to give you a good ass whooping.” She chuckled softly, her heart melting as she watched him kiss her hand, still in disbelief at how on earth she was lucky enough to end up with Bucky Barnes, the most amazing man she’d ever met. And as they sat across the table, gazing into eachother’s eyes, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder the same thing.

I need to write more wholesome modern Bucky omg

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Anyone from marvel cause I’m a thirsty simp, but then with a plus size s/o (having to specify loki, or buckeroo Barnes)

since it’s steve’s birthday, i’m adding him into the mix! hope that’s okay! gifs not mine!

steve rogers

i feel like steve would adore you, he’d never stop wanting to show you off

specifically speaking, nomad! steve would fuckin’ worship you. he just loves to be near you or inside you

he can lift you up with ease, shoutout to the serum for that one.

he definitely likes to see you in dresses & shorts because he loves your ass and thighs

if you’re ever feeling bad about yourself, he’s right behind you making sure you know how loved you are

“sweetheart, you are so beautiful. ‘m so lucky you’re my girl.”

bucky barnes

try and tell me this man doesn’t like his women thick? you can’t.

bucky thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen

if you thought steve can lift you no problem, bucky might as well be tossing you around. again shoutout to the serum and the vibranium arm

he would use your tummy or thighs as a pillow when he’s having a rough day or wakes up from a nightmare

he loves pressing little kisses to your thighs or tummy while he’s doing this too

“hmm, i love you doll. you’re so comfy.”

loki laufeyson

being a god, loki knows how to appreciate the finer things in life; you for example

he loves you with every fiber in his being, not because of how you look but because you care for him

he’s spoiling you with the finest things from asgard, custom made just for you

loves when you lay on him while he reads to you

he definitely picks you up, even if you don’t think he can.

if you think you’re too heavy for him or feeling like you need to change for him, he’s so sweet

“my love, you’re absolutely perfect the way you are. please, don’t ever change.”

#tom hiddleston x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x plus size reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #loki laufeyson x plus size reader