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[jobean12-blog]

The Best First Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 638

Summary: You're on your first official first date with Bucky and he has you flustered in the best way.

Author's Note: This is just a little somethin' because I've missed writing this past week with all the Holiday insanity. Also. I LOVE HANDS and hand holding and smiles. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff

Bucky reaches down and grabs your hand, pulling you forward. It isn’t a simple grab. One where he wraps his fingers around yours and simply tugs. Instead, he intertwines your fingers with his and smiles back at you.

His eyes crinkle at the corners and the bright blue color sparkles.

Your heart beats wildly against your chest.

When you reach the table and he takes his hand from yours to pull out your chair, it literally makes you ache.

You scoot your chair in and wait until he sits then your eyes drop down to his hand…the one that just held yours.

“What doll?” he asks.

His question pulls you from your trance and you meet his eyes. His head is tilted to the side and he stares intently.

“What?” you ask in return, feigning ignorance.

He leans back and folds his arms across his broad chest. His biceps bulge under the restricting material of his Henley and you can’t help but stare back.

“I was just wondering what you were thinkin.’ You were looking at my hands like you wanted to cut them off.”

His metal fingers twitch along his flexing bicep muscle and you lick your lips.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks but you keep your chin up.

“I was just thinking…” you reply.

“That’s what I said,” he teases. “But I wanna know what you were thinkin’ about.”

“I didn’t realize you were this nosy.”

He smiles again. “Well when it comes to the safety of my limbs…” and he wiggles his metal fingers at you playfully, “yeah. I am.”

You giggle, pressing your hands against your thighs to stop yourself from reaching across the table and for his hand again…right or left.

“Well, I definitely wasn’t thinking I wanted to cut off any body parts…if that makes you feel any better.”

He continues to study you. “Tell me doll face.”

“Someone is pushy,” you fire back before picking up the menu and holding it in front of your face.

His long and thick fingers slide over the top of the menu and he pulls it down.

You sigh dramatically.

His eyes narrow and he leans forward, dancing his fingers closer.

“Should I not have held your hand doll? Did it bother you?”

“It definitely didn’t bother me,” you answer far too quickly.

You pull your gaze away and pick up the menu again.

You can still feel his fingers laced with yours, the rough skin of his palm and fingertips pressed against yours. The tingle that started in your hand has now covered every inch of you and your entire body trembles.

“Fine then. Don’t tell.”

He shoots you a smile that’s on the verge of seductive. Maybe even a little smug.

You catch yourself staring at his lips for a second too long and his smile widens.

“Don’t smile at me like that,” you huff.

“So no smiling and no holding hands?” he asks with raised brows. “That doesn’t sound like a very good first date.”

You purse your lips and take a deep breath.

“I like it way too much when you hold my hand and smile at me,” you say quietly but with a frustrated tone.

Your eyes drop back to the menu and you scream internally, his silence making you want to slide under the table and disappear.

The scrape of his chair along the floor makes your gaze fly up as you see him moving around the table until he’s closer to you.

His hand reaches out for yours and he entangles your fingers with his, softly brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

He smiles.

Your heart stops.

“I’d sit right next to ya doll but then I wouldn’t be able to see your face so well and you’re way too gorgeous not to look at.”  

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hello lovely :) could i request a tom hiddleston one shot or head cannon where reader is pregnant and tom goes to the birthing classes with her? i def think this is something tom would do 🥺

I completely agree with you. Hiddles would be total softie when it came to his baby and his baby mama. So I don’t really know how birthing classes work except that they’re like educational and stuff so I kinds changed it up a bit. ENJOY!!!!🌸✨

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Show Me How

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston × Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cussing

Word Count: 1188

Y/n’s POV:

“Do we have to go? It’ll be so boring,” I pleaded as Tom descended the last steps with my purse slung across his shoulder.

Tom simply chuckled at my whine and handed me my purse with a stern look in his eyes.

“Stop making that face,” I said slipping my shoes on.

“I’m not making any face love,” he says leaning down to help with the laces.

“Yes you are. It’s the Loki face. Where you’re all stern and I can’t say no,” I say with a pout, grabbing my purse out of his hands.

“You’re paranoid. There’s no face,” he says walking ahead and holding the door open for me.

“You’re doing it right now!” I say, exasperated while he only nudges me forward with a tap on my ass and a hand on my lower back.

I settle in the passenger seat and open the pamphlet Tom had picked up the other day at the doctor’s which had led to this birthing class in the first place. All the different pictures of the babies had made my stomach clench in anticipation. Ever since we found out we were pregnant, Tom attention on me had become tenfold. I couldn’t get him to stop hovering for even a second. He wouldn’t let me use the tub if he wasn’t around in fear of me slipping and he’d baby proofed everything already.

And his hands. God, he couldn’t control them anymore. Even though I hadn’t started showing yet, his hand would constantly wander down to my belly and rest there. If I was making breakfast, he’d sneak up from behind me, place a kiss on my shoulder and his hands on my stomach. If I was lying down on the couch, he’d flop down on top of me for nap with his head next to my stomach and his hand on my belly. And before sleeping, He’d whisper sweet nothings to my stomach with an arm around my thigh. Suffice it to say, he’d become extremely touchy and I didn’t mind one bit.

“There’s still time to turn around bub,” I whisper as we pull into the parking lot of the hospital.

“Darling,” he starts as he parks and turns in his seat to face me. “I just want us to be prepared for everything since it’s our first. I know it’ll be super boring and gory but I promise I’ll give you a rub when we get home,” he finishes as he rubs his fingers back and forth on my knuckles.

“Okay but I’ll hold you to that massage,” I say opening the passenger seat door. He grins and rounds the corner to loop my arm in his.

“Of course love,” he coos and kisses the top of my head.

🤰🤰🤰

“Welcome parents. Please take a seat anywhere you like and get comfy,” the instructor says as she greets everyone with a warm smile.

Everyone piles into their respective seat instantly while me and Tom make our way to the back in fear of being recognized. It’s not that Tom didn’t love his fans because he did but sometimes the attention was unwanted and intrusive. People seemed to forget that he was a real person with a family who needed privacy as much as any other person did.

“Now that everyone’s settled, we can begin…”

As the instructor started to explain the different things that went into birthing, Tom’s hand settled on my lap and wrapped around my own. I turned to look at him at the same time he did. We smiled softly at each other before I shifted to lean my head on his shoulder.

He placed a kiss on my hair and cuddled me further into his chest. At the end, I could feel my eyes getting droopier before Tom shifted to sit up straighter.

“Did you seriously sleep?” he asks through a chuckle.

I blush and mutter an embarrassed ‘yeah’ while playfully pushing him away. He only giggles and tucks me further into his side.

As we walk toward the exit, a few people swarm us. They start asking for autographs and photos and ask a million questions. Some even take pictures of us. Anger builds in Tom’s eyes as we wade through the car and outside. Once we’re out, he informs security and one of them immediately insists on escorting us to our car. We thank him once we get in the car and he waves goodbye with a smile.

I turn to look at Tom and I’m met with a scowl and his fingers in a tight grip on the steering wheel.

My hand raises to trace soft circles on his bicep while he breathes deeply, his anger slowly draining.

“S’ok baby. Let’s just go home, yeah?” I ask still rubbing his arm. He catches my hand in his and raises it to his lips for a kiss on my knuckles.

I giggle and pull my hand away to hide my blush but he sees.

“Aww darling. There’s no need to get shy!” he says, failing miserably at masking his amusement.

“Shut up and drive lover,” I say as Tom starts to reverse with a laugh.

🤰🤰🤰

“It was kinds fun right?” I ask as I flop into bed later that night.

“Yeh, it really was,” he answers dreamily as he slips into bed beside me.

He wraps an arm around my waist and draws me closer to chest. I throw a leg around his waist and an arm around his waist. One of his hands run through my hair and the other rests on the curve of my stomach.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, you know that?” I ask tracing one of the veins on the back of his hand.

“You think so?” he asks with a shaky voice indicative of his nervousness.

“Yeah, I do. You’re great with me and I’ve seen you with Y/S/N’s kids. They adore you and so do I,” I say as I cup his face in the palm of my hands.

He nuzzles into my palm and turns his face to place a kiss there. I smile in content and wrap a hand around his neck to pull him closer to my face. He stares into my eyes like he could see through me. I lean closer and press my lips to his fervently. He moans and tightens his arm around my waist. My heart hammered against my chest as his lips moulded to mine and in that minute I could float if he wasn’t holding me. Even after years of being married to him and kissing him, it always made me feel alive. He pulled away just enough for our lips to barely touch and I gasped for breath.

His chuckle reverberated through my chest as I tried to pull him closer for another one of those world-shattering kisses.

“You have work tomorrow love,” he admonished as he pulled his shirt off completely to settle into bed.

“You don’t have to be a good influence all the time, y’know.” I pouted as he cuddled me into his chest again.

“Well, someone does.”

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Personal trainer

Summary: Chris Hemsworth is your new personal trainer. It doesn't sit well with your boyfriend Thor, until it does.

Warnings: 18+ smut, threesome?

Pairing: Thor x Reader, Chris Hemsworth x Reader?

Square filled - Rivalry

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo Please read warnings before proceeding.

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Flames of anger and jealousy grew bigger and bigger inside Thor as he watched you chatting so animatedly with your new personal trainer Chris.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why you needed one in the first place, in his eyes, you were perfect just the way you were.

But he went with you to the gym religiously, insisted on staying ever since you got a new trainer, even though it was against the gym policy. Nobody really felt brave enough to ask the God of Thunder to get out of the place.

The way you giggled and casually touched his biceps or hit him on the chest every time Chris made a funny comment made Thor’s blood boil. He had an effect on you just as much as he did on every other person in that gym. The women did their level best to strike up a conversation any chance they got, while the men took it up as a challenge, the man was intimidating, but undeniably the hottest trainer you had ever laid eyes on.

You were about to finish a set when Thor walked in to check on you under the pretext of getting you a bottle of water.

“Alright give me ten more (Y/N).”

“I already did like a hundred. Leave me alone.” You joked, panting loudly as you wiped sweat off your forehead, chest heaving while you laid on the mats.

“Ten more no excuses. I’ll take off my shirt if you do it properly.” Chris sent a wink your way, holding your knees in place and fixing your stance for the last ten crunches you were about to do.

“Oh you just want to show off those perfectly chiseled abs.”

You finished the set and exhaled out loud, tired after that grueling core workout he made you do, when Thor walked in.

“I don’t see that shirt coming off Hemsworth. A promise is a promise.”

Your teasing was the first thing Thor heard and he didn’t like it.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh hi! Uh nothing, Chris made me work hard today. I was just asking for a reward.”

You went over to the Asgardian, stood on your tippy toes and pecked his cheek.

“I’ll take my clothes off for you when we get home, my love.”

Thor’s voice dropped as he spoke, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you closer, not bothered about your sweat-covered body.

“Well let’s get going then.”

Your flirt was cut short when Chris joined you two, Thor’s grip on your side tightening, not that you were surprised.

“Great job today (Y/N), you killed it, like always.”

“More like you killed me. It was a great workout Chris, thank you. You’ve met Thor, haven’t you?”

“Yes of course. How are you mate?”

“Perfect. Now do I get to take my girl home with me?”

“Ah she’s all yours. We’ve had our fun.”

“What does that mean?”

Chris held his hands up in surrender as Thor narrowed his eyes at the man, he clearly disliked the guy and made no attempts of keeping those feelings to himself, the situation begging for you to intervene.

“Alright that’s enough. Chris, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Thor reluctantly let you go as you hugged Chris goodbye, keeping an eye on his hands the entire time to make sure they weren’t going where they were not supposed to be.

.

“Are you being serious right now?”

You demanded as Thor kept his eyes on the road as you drove home, not meeting your gaze, his jaw clenched. It had been a fun workout session and Thor was getting on your nerves with his childish behavior.

“I do not like that man.”

“Well I do.”

Your deliberate comment was laced with irritation, but there was truth to it. Chris was a nice guy and all you wanted was for Thor to get along with him.

“You like him? More than you like me?” He didn’t sound hurt, it was just an unnecessary overreaction which angered you further at this point.

“Right now with the way you’re behaving? Yes!”

You probably shouldn’t have said that, but well you did.

That kept him silent for the entire ride home.

It wasn’t until late in the evening that the pouting and moping God of Thunder found you and apologised for his irrational outburst. Not only did he make up to you, he made sure you remembered who you belonged to, a workout you definitely appreciated more than the one you had in the morning.

.

“Look at you all cute in your workout clothes.”

You giggled as Thor stepped out in his attire - a T-shirt that perhaps was too tight to contain the rippling muscles of his physique, and pants that hung low over those hips but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chris was coming over to your house today and you had planned to go for a little hike along a trail with Thor. It was about time the two boys learned to be comfortable around each other and not start a pissing contest every time they met.

“I’d prefer being called handsome, my love.”

“Promise me you won’t get all crazy and jealous when he arrives.”

“I wasn’t jealous, I just don’t like him getting his hands all over you.”

“Thor!”

“Alright you have my word.”

Just as you were pecking his lips, the doorbell rang causing Thor to pull you in for one last searing kiss and making you giggle before you ran to open the door.

“Well hello! Welcome to our humble abode.” You joked, giving Chris a side hug and inviting him in, knowing Thor was lurking behind.

“Thank you (Y/N) you’re looking great. I see those squats working wonders.” He winked, joining in your laughter before Thor made his presence known.

“Thor! Nice seeing you again. I didn’t know you were joining us today.”

They shook hands like civilised men before turning to you.

“Yeah I thought it’d be a good idea to do this together. Shall we?”

“After you, my lady.” Chris bowed and gestured for you to take the lead, as you did, Thor slipped in his hand into yours and clasped it firmly.

.

The hike took thirty minutes to reach the summit, but Chris had managed to turn it into a workout for you, making you jog the entire length not once but twice. By the time it was finished, the two men weren’t phased however you were left a sweaty panting mess, hands on your knees as you glared at them.

“It’s not fair!”

“Alright I’m going for another one.” Chris announced, racing back down alone while Thor made sure you got some water as you perched yourself on a large rock, watching the sun go down on the horizon.

Your Greek God of a trainer shortly returned sans his T-shirt, a self-confident grin adorned his face as he came to a halt right next to you.

Tiny beads of sweat made his body glisten in the golden light cast by the setting sun. The dips and plains on his torso enhanced, your mind was too busy making up scenarios where you ran your hands all over that perfect body.

Before you knew it, Thor was also shedding the fitted tee you’d made him wear, being nonchalant about it but you knew what was going on. Shaking your head was all you did because nobody was at a loss here. Being surrounded by two drop-dead gorgeous, strong and very shirtless men was better than anything else.

“Okay you two. If you’re done basking in all your half naked glory, shall we head home?”

Neither of them answered but made no attempts to put their clothes on either. You shrugged and stood up when the muscles in your legs screamed.

“Come on (Y/N), don’t be the odd one out. You know you want to.”

Chris gestured for you to take your tank top off.

“Oh there’s a lot of things I want…”

You bit your bottom lip before walking over to your boyfriend and asking your boyfriend to carry you the rest of the way.

Thor was more than happy to oblige.

.

It felt like a heady mixture, having the two men you desired the most this close to you.

You felt Chris’s hands move slowly along the side of your neck, down to your shoulder before sliding your bra straps off and letting it fall down your arms. All while your mouth moved in sync with Thor’s as he kissed you senseless, groping at your breasts over the fabric until it readily slid down.

You wasted no time in unhooking your lacy bra and throwing it blindly across the room. Your hands found home in Thor’s hair, gripping and pulling on the ends as your tongues danced in harmony until Chris covered your breasts with his large hands, those deft fingers pinching and rolling your nipples until they peaked and pebbled.

A sinful moan escaped your lips as the kiss broke, your head thrown back onto Chris’s shoulder as his lips found the heated skin of your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses while Thor watched, stroking his erection through his boxers.

The blurry but arousing combination of hands and mouths continued while you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, your panties a complete mess at this point.

Chris let his hands slide lower, along your stomach and down into your panties all while Thor had recaptured your lips and was claiming your senses.

Your wet folds were played with agile fingers and your arousal was gathered between them before two of those fingers entered your warmth.

The stretch felt wonderful as you cried out, your voice muffled in the kiss. The two burly gentlemen touching and kissing everywhere, worshipping and devouring you.

Thor moved down to close his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking languidly while Chris worked his fingers inside you at an equally slow pace, stretching you out and getting you ready.

The Asgardian slipped his hands behind and squeezed your cheeks before finding your puckered hole, rubbing along the entrance and making you moan loudly in wanton need.

“Chris…”

“My love.”

“Quit teasing you two…”

“(Y/N)?”

“Mmm..”

“Wake up, my love.”

You were dazed and disoriented when your eyes fluttered open. Thor’s concerned figure looming over you as you slowly came to your senses and realized it wasn't real. A wet dream featuring the love of your life and the man you were shamelessly lusting over.

“It was a dream.” You muttered, repeating it to yourself as if reminding you that it could never happen.

Thor’s hand slid down your body and between your legs where your arousal was evident. You’d slept naked tonight, which meant the sheets were probably ruined. A smirk formed on his face as his fingers teased your glistening folds.

“Just a dream..could be a reality if you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Good thing he’s sleeping in the guest room.”

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[buckyownsmylife]

Electric Feel - Tom Hiddleston smut

The one where Tom moved in to help you, but you end up helping each other.

Warnings: porn with a very unecessary and minimal plot, smut, dom!female, sub!Tom, masturbation (m), oral sex (f), mistress kink, brief mention of a stalker, actress!reader

Word count: 2k<

A/N: This is so small compared to everything @just-the-hiddles​ deserves, but it’s her birthday and I just couldn’t let it go by without a token of my gratitude, love and admiration! Happy birthday, Liz! I hope you know how much I care about you! ALSO: unedited for the moment because I just started and finished this entire thing in the last six hours when I should be studying but oh well.

Tom’s P.O.V.

I didn’t remember stopping to think for a single second ever since I saw the news. My fingers acted on their own accord, hitting those numbers I had memorized so long ago, raising the phone to my ear as I waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?” Hearing her voice didn’t calm me down like I expected it would. I realized then, I’d only feel tranquil once more when I could see her with my own eyes, touch her skin, feel her warmth.

“Darling? How are you?” I still asked, almost automatically, and if I had hoped she would at least be well enough to pretend to be okay, the sharp inhale that preceded her burst into tears shattered that illusion in a second. “I’m on my way.”

And that was how I ended up in her house in what felt like the blink of an eye. The trip there could have lasted days - all that mattered was that the second I had my arms wrapped around her, everything felt alright again.

“It’s okay,” I soothed her, but it was probably better directed at myself. “I’m here now.” It took at least a day before I was comfortable enough to ask her about it. “How did they find the guy?” When she latched onto a detailed explanation of the events from the last week, how she’d started receiving random death threats that suddenly weren’t so random anymore, I felt almost like I wasn’t even there, but floating over the living room, watching us talk from the outside looking in.

I held her close for a long time after that, unable to admit even to myself that not feeling her body against mine made me feel empty and weak. And so the feeling of protectiveness stirred awake inside of me - or maybe it had been there all along, I just failed to acknowledge it.

All I knew was that inserting myself into Y/N’s daily life was much easier than I ever expected it to be. And even if I told both her and myself that this was for her own safety, because she needed someone around until she felt comfortable by herself again, I knew it was more for my own benefit than anything else.

I just didn’t anticipate it would make my feelings that much harder to deal with. Did I know that I wanted her? Yes, maybe even ever since we’d met. And as our friendship progressed and we became closer, I saw that desire develop into something deeper, more solid. Still, I stupidly believed it was nothing more than a crush, and I’d be able to pretend it didn’t exist and get on with my life day after day like it wasn’t there.

Now that my days began and ended with her, I was highly aware of my mistake.

“Tommy,” she called out, making me lift my eyes from the tv and fall on her and the dog she currently tried to control. “I’m going to take her for a walk, okay?” I sat up automatically, ready to join her, when I felt a hand over my shoulder, gently pushing me back against the sofa.

“C’mon, finish the movie!” She admonished, a knowing grin on her face. “I think there’s a scene coming up with someone you particularly enjoy. I’m just going into the backyard, no need to worry.”

Even though I stayed seated where she’d left me, my eyes trailed over her figure as she disappeared inside the kitchen, until I heard the backdoor close. Despite knowing there was no possible immediate danger to her inside the boundaries of her own home, I couldn’t help but worry.

That was until a moan caught my attention, bringing it back to the tv once more. It sounded so familiar and so foreign at the same time, I was instantly intrigued, eyebrows furrowed as I struggled to identify the young woman that was being so brutally fucked by the main protagonist in a dark club.

My mouth hang open once the lighting changed and her face became recognizable, those same alluring features tempting me just as much as they tempted the character on the screen. So this was what she meant, I didn’t even know she was on this movie when I first picked it out. 

I could feel my member hardening inside my sweatpants as her beautiful, melodic voice kept tempting me, and I grit my teeth as I chanced a glance at the kitchen, wondering how long I had before she was back. Not enough, I knew that. Still, looking down at my crotch made me believe it was worth at least a try, because the alternative was her surely seeing just how affected her little scene had made me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The silence in the living room was my first indication that something was different, and as I stepped foot in the place where I’d left Tom not even five minutes ago, I realized my intuition was right - he’d abandoned the movie and left me alone in the main floor of the house.

Maybe he wanted to take a shower, or answer a call? I didn’t know, but I figured I should let him know I was back before he got worried, so I climbed up the stairs two at a time before stopping in front of the guest room he’d been staying in, suddenly frozen by what I heard.

“Y/N…” It was my name, breathed out in a whiney, raspy moan that left me no doubt over what was happening behind the door I now clutched so tightly. My mind drifted back to the movie we’d been watching, the scene I knew he’d see. Had I been the cause for his arousal?

My body acted of its own accord, the week of emotional tension before he arrived, replaced by the sexual energy that was always present whenever he was around finally getting the best of me. 

I opened the door. His hand was curled around a large member, the sight of which had me whimpering as I clenched my thighs together, alerting me of my entrance. His eyes, which were closed, immediately widened upon seeing me, and he tried to cover his erection with both hands, even if it was obviously not possible to do so. 

“Why are you shy?” I asked, head tilted as I analyzed the man before me, my mouth watering at the sight. I was desperate to give in to this desire, let go of the fears and anxieties that had been clawing at me ever since the first message arrived, and so I climbed on the bed like he was my prey, determined to make him crack and admit his own attraction to me.

“You called my name,” I noticed once I was on his lap, eyes taking inventory of every inch of pretty skin I couldn’t wait to bruise. “Don’t you want me?” At the sound of the insecurity in my voice, he jolted, eager to show that there wasn’t a reason for there to be any.

“Of course I do.” Smiling, I hummed appreciatively as I licked my lips, eyes darting down and seeing that he still hadn’t resumed his movements on his cock, even though it clearly needed some attention.

“Then why don’t you touch yourself while I suck little lovebites all over you huh?” Finally, I enveloped his pink lips with mine, eager to taste them, touch his tongue with mine. But I needed to see him cum way too badly, and I craved the control I knew I could exercise with him.

So I forced myself to pull away, laying kisses down his jaw until I reached his neck, starting to bite and suck there at the sound of his whines. Below us, I noticed he had started jerking off again, although hesitantly, and so I covered his hand with mine and forced him to get back to his previous pace.

“Show me how much you desired me,” I ordered, as he instantly fought back, “Kiss me again.” It was such a sweet request, and particularly in the breathless tone he tried to make petulant, it made me even more excited to play with the man I had wanted for so long. 

“But do you really deserve another kiss?” I taunted, pressing them on his chest, on his biceps, anywhere other than his lips. He was breathing through his mouth now, long deep sighs being interjected by his moans and whines, and it all went straight to my panties. 

“Yes,” he insisted, hand tightening around himself and a delicious blush spreading over his chest as I sat back on by heels to judge the hauntingly tempting image before me. He bit his lower lips in an effort to hold back his own sounds, but as I got rid of my clothes, his efforts proved fruitless, and a wanting cry escaped his throat as I forced him to quicken his movements once more.

“Oh, I see…” I wasn’t done teasing him, not by a long shot. “You’ve wanted me all along, haven’t you?” All he could do was nod, and I could see the underlying shyness in his reluctance to admit it. 

“Well, I’ve wanted you too, baby. And right now, I want to suck you off until my jaw is sore, how does that sound like?” Another moan was all I got as a response, making me smile wider than I’d ever done before.

“But I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. So for now, all I’ll let you do is keep touching yourself while you suck on my tits, how about that?” His eyelids were heavy when he looked at me, having to throw his head back to be able to meet my eyes.

“Fuck… It’s… perfect.” I cooed at how wrecked he looked like, even with how little I’d touched him, my navel brushing his member briefly as we adjusted ourselves so he could wrap his lips around my nipple.

“Oh…” I gasped in delight as tingles raised up my spine at the pleasant sensation, and between us, I could feel his movements growing more desperate as my moans replaced his in the otherwise silent bedroom.

When I felt him spill all over my stomach, I pulled him away from my chest by my grip on his locks, finally giving him what he wanted and capturing his lips with mine once more. “Hmm…” I moaned once we parted and I’d scooped some of his release to give it a taste. “So sweet.”

Tom was looking at me like I was some sort of extraterrestrial being, chest visibly heaving in his effort to keep breathing. “Can I taste you know?” He at last managed to ask, and I pretended to think, before gently nudging him out of the bed and onto the floor. 

“Yes,” I approved, wrapping his curls around my fingers again before bringing him down to the apex of my thighs, moaning as his tongue eagerly plunged inside of me, eager to get acquainted with the most intimate part of my body. “Who would have known you could be such a submissive little thing, huh?”

When he raised his head to answer, just the sight of my wetness dripping from the lower part of his face had my heart skipping a beat. “You should have known… A single word from you and I’d drop to my knees and worship you like you deserve… Mistress.”

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[buckysgoldenheart]

Trust Me

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: You’ve gone back to the same manipulate ex enough times that you’ve lost count, but Henry decides he won’t let you do it again.

Words: 1673

Notes/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, sexual tension (sort of), mention of manipulative relationships (but doesn’t go into detail), cursing.

Sacrificing yourself for someone who does not deserve it, throwing yourself on a wooden spike for them, despite how it may sound, is the easiest thing in the world, and when you fail to see the damage it inflicts because your denial is just that strong, you can die one hundred times over and not even notice.

But your denial has gradually weakened. You have started to notice that maybe you’ve killed yourself too many times for someone who does not deserve your love. Though newfound awareness does not erase the poor choices or the pain, and certainly not the fear of dragging that pain with you wherever you go.

“Sweetheart,” Henry says as he kneels in front of where you’re sitting on the couch, both of your hands gripped tightly in his. “You’ve got to stop.”

You can see him. You can see his worried lips, and his concerned, blue gaze, and his dark eyebrows pinched at the middle, and yet, you’re not positive he is with you. He is touching you and still, you’re praying he’s not a hallucination, because he feels very real and you like it just a little too much. You’ve always liked it just a little too much.

But then you remember the way Henry’s smile slipped the second you opened the door, and it provides sudden reassurance that he is really, solidly in front of you. As he had scanned your body up and down, his own not even past the threshold yet, the expression on his face couldn’t seem to decide between devastation or absolute outrage, and you hadn’t even said a word. That was all you needed to understand that you look as terrible as you feel. Not because of the man you happily gave up, but because of the aching anxiety he left lingering around you long after he was gone. Now, here you are, here Henry is, and you don’t want to dump those damaged feelings on him when he is the last to deserve it.

He touches your cheek, and the sensation of rough fingertips grazing along your skin tugs at the strands of your attention.

“All he ever does is break you, but you can’t keep breaking, Love. I can’t stand it any longer. I won’t let you go back to him ever again.”

You want to tell him not to worry, that you won’t go back, that you’ve finally learned from your mistakes, but you figure it changes nothing. Crumbled, broken, ripped apart one time or a hundred, it makes no difference. No matter how many times you fix yourself, you’ll never be enough. Even if repaired, a thing that has been shattered to bits retains little of its original value, does it not?

“You’re worth so much, and you deserve better than him. You deserve to be loved and taken care of.”

Holding your tongue is not easy. You itch to disagree, but it will only serve to intensify his argument. He’s said it all before, and when he saw you and realized that while he’d been away, you spent those months being manipulated by your ex for the umpteenth time, you were well prepared for him to say it again.

“Fuck,” Henry says. “I wish you’d just let me do it.”

Your eyes focus a little harder on his and you swallow.

“You know how much I want to,” He continues as he tucks a strand of messy hair behind your ear. “You’re not going to drag me down like you think you will, Sweetheart. I know that’s what keeps you from saying yes, but I promise you, the worst you could do is make me deliriously happy.”

“You don’t know that,” You finally speak, your voice hoarse as it passes through your dry, cracked lips.

Something like relief flashes in Henry’s eyes at your break in silence. “Yes, I do,” He says determinedly. “And I won’t drag you down, either. More than that, I won’t hurt you.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Have I ever hurt you?” He asks.

You don’t even have to think on it. He hadn’t. Not in all the years of your friendship had he done anything other than brighten your mood, but good people do painful things every day. If others have to suffer at the hands of those they love most, what hope might you both have of escaping the same fate if things evolved past platonic.

Your thoughts begin drifting to a darker place, but they are sharply yanked back to the surface when Henry leans up and softly presses his lips to your own. You still completely as a large hand shifts to the back of your neck and holds you close. And damn it, this is exactly what you were trying to avoid. You’ve always known that if he ever kissed you, that would be it. Game over. Now he has, and the longer your lips remain weaved with his, the harder it becomes to remember the reasons why you’ve never given yourself to him before. He has always wanted you; He made that abundantly clear. You are the one who has held back.

He pulls away before you begin to react to his kiss, then gives you one last peck and meets your eyes as they slowly open.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and your eyebrows rise slightly before settling back into neutrality. “I shouldn’t have—that wasn’t fair of me.”

Your gaze follows his body as he moves to sit beside you on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair before he covers his face with them both, braces his elbows on his knees, and groans into the cave of his palms.

You want to get closer to him, but he’s speaking again, and it makes you pause. “Oh, God, that was so selfish,” He says, more to himself than to you. “You’re going through shit, and I just--

He raises his head to look at you when your touch reaches his bicep, but then you push him down against the back of the couch and swing a leg over his thighs to straddle him.

He looks hesitant; his eyes wide, seemingly unconvinced your body is on top of his despite the friction of your hips or the way you cautiously trace the curve of his neck with your nails. His hands rise and his fingers twitch, and you know he wants to touch you, but won’t until you clearly show him that you want it too. So when you lean down and kiss him, he wastes no time firmly encasing you in his arms, moaning so deep you feel the vibration against your breasts.

Henry is different. His kisses follow your lead even when it’s obvious he wants to dominate you, make you his completely. His touch shows a respect you’ve never had the luxury of experiencing. There’s no room for anything between you. You’re connected; holding and feeling and seeing one another without restraint, with chests cracked open and hearts bare.

But then, what are hearts other than big, red, pumping targets practically calling for a sharp dagger to pierce their center. A tear slips down your cheek and you quickly separate your lips to wipe it away before Henry can see, but he beats you to it. His thumb slides along your cheekbone, smoothing the salty liquid into your skin.

“I…Henry, I don’t want to lose you,” You near whisper, sniffling. “If we hurt each other—"

“Sweetheart.” Henry trails an affectionate hand over your shoulder and down your arm, settling finally on your thigh. His fingers squeeze your flesh. “We won’t.”

You seal your eyelids and more tears fall that Henry gets rid of.

“You think us together would be a risk, but it’s not. It’s a sure thing, Love. As long as you want me, I will forever want you, and nothing can change that. You could scream at me until your lungs collapse, and I would still be in love with you.”

“I would never scream at you,” You mumble, bypassing his confession of love and trying your best to ignore the way every flowing, beating, humming part of your body freezes entirely.

“No,” He chuckles. “You wouldn’t. You would never yell or slap at me or say anything to break my heart. You don’t have a cruel bone in your beautiful body, so why do you assume we will be destructive to one another?” Henry’s thumb and index finger grip your chin and lift until your eyes can only meet his. “I am so in love with you, Y/N.”

“You keep saying that,” You mutter.

“Because it’s the truth.” He smiles. “God damn, is it the truth. You have no idea.”

You shift your hips and Henry lightly groans, his arm wrapping around you tighter. You blush when you realize what you’ve done.

With a smile, he pecks your lips to chase away the shy, guilty look on your face. “Just try this with me,” He says and gives you another quick kiss. “Trust me. I’ll take care of you. Be with me and I will prove it to you. I’ll prove how much I love you.”

You take in a shaky breath as he puts his palms to your cheeks and tilts your head until your foreheads meet. Your heart beats hard. Hard enough that you’re surprised each thump isn’t visibly pushing the left side of your chest outward. Your body has never worked this hard to prove a point to your brain. It tells you, you want this and it won’t let you convince yourself otherwise.

Pulling back, you smile down at him and run a finger over his bottom lip. “I trust you,” You say.

“So…”

“So…let’s try.”

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[is-it-madness]

Metal Fingers

A/N 1: This fic is for my lovely beta/bestie @wowjeena Heyyo, would you be up to writing a soulmate au with Bucky? You can choose which type of soulmate au but can you make the reader a normal person (so not an Avenger or anything related)?? Thanks girl and if you don’t wanna that’s chill 👉🏼👉🏼 So... it’s not exactly a soulmate au, but I hope this is okay instead ☺️💜💜 I’m also so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, my dear.

A/N 2: The Bucky Barnes Exhibit states he was born in 1916, but at the bottom where it gives his life span, it says he was born in 1917. I googled it to find the correct year, and it said 1917… I don’t know what to do with that information, other than to tell you guys there’s a mistake in the movie. 

A/N 3: I apparently couldn’t make this a one shot, so it’ll be a multi part story. I’m aiming between 3-5 parts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Part 1

A Fallen Comrade.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

He knew these words. He read and reread them dozens— if not hundreds— of times. He wrote them down in every one of his notebooks as he was scrapping, searching for his memories that were just out of his reach. He could nearly taste them. They fluttered teasingly in front of him: close, but not close enough for him to snatch out of the air of uncertainty. 

He pulled a fresh notebook from his bag and a pencil, worried away from teeth and words. 

Start with what you know…

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I was taken captive by Hydra and was used by them. I know a man named Steve. He was my friend.  

He trailed off. This is where he always was left floating in a sea of not knowing. He was left grasping for more. He was a starved man, empty without his memories. The few he managed to uncover did little to tide him over from insanity. He bit at that familiar indentation on his pencil, trying to think of something, anything at this point that was more than those four simple sentences he’s written everyday for the past several weeks. Sighing and pulling his baseball cap lower in frustration, Bucky returned his supplies to his bag, stood, and swung it over his right shoulder. Eyes low, and clutching his bag, Bucky made his way towards the exit of the crowded museum. Ever since the Potomac, this section of the Smithsonian was more packed than usual.

Nearly there. Nearly there. 

It was an understatement to say that Bucky Barnes didn’t like crowded areas. Too many bodies, pressing, and pushing against each other, loud noises, pointless conversations discussing mundane things. 

Nearly there. Nearly ther—

“Oof!”

He wouldn’t have noticed the boy that ran into him if his bag hadn’t slipped from his hand, spilling out the contents onto the floor. Bucky hurriedly crouched to retrieve his precious memories. He barely registers the boy picking up the items that had strayed a bit further. 

“Here you go Mister! I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”

Bucky silently takes his belongings back from the little boy standing in front of him. 

Bucky unintentionally begins to analyze him.

Probably seven or eight. Bright eyes. Tousled hair. Skinny. Doesn’t clear 100 pounds soaking.

He shakes his head. Stop. No more. 

“Whoa, cool! Metal fingers!!”

Bucky quickly retracts his fingerless-gloved hand.

The boy pulls his hand from his sweatshirt pocket. “Yours are cooler, but I have metal fingers too! Well, actually it’s a metal arm because the doctors had to get rid of my real one because I got hurt super bad, but I think it’s really cool.”

The boy said this all extremely fast, Bucky had to blink a few times to register what he had said. A compliment? For his hand? A hand that’s maimed, killed, and caused so many people to suffer?

“Uh… I… I have a metal arm too.”

The little boy’s eyes widened even more. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Bucky took off his glove and showed it to the boy.

He took Bucky’s hand in his and stared at it, looking back and forth at Bucky’s hand and his. Bucky stood there stiffly, unsure how to respond. The boy looked up at Bucky solemnly.

“Do you have super powers?” he whispered. 

Bucky couldn’t help but crack a smile at his seriousness, but before he could answer, a woman came running through the crowd.

“Noah!”

The boy turned to give her a lopsided grin. “Hi Mom!”

“How many times have I told you to stay by my side, young man?”

The boy, Noah, dropped Bucky’s hand and took a step closer to the woman. “Sorry. But Mom!”

A raised brow silenced Noah. The woman looked up at Bucky.

“I’m so sorry if he was bothering you. He’s very social.”

Bucky forgot how to speak for a minute. The woman standing in front of him was… well, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Bright, sparkling eyes confirming where Noah got his from, a soft voice, and a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, he is. I mean‒” When was the last time he had gotten tongue-tied?

Bucky cleared his throat, forced himself to try to ignore the sweet smile that was widening, and tried again. “He wasn’t bothering me. We were just talking about‒”

“His metal arm! Look at it, Mom!” Noah hurries back to Bucky’s side and holds his mechanical hand. “Look how awesome it is! And it’s huge!” He started poking Bucky’s upper arm and gasps. “And so are his muscles!! I bet he could crush anything!”

Noah began miming picking up heavy objects or crushing imaginary things, complete with sound effects. Bucky doesn’t miss Noah’s mother’s eyes widen slightly when Noah pointed out how massive his biceps are.

“Noah, honey, why don’t we go check out the exhibit?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s go, Mom!” He nearly takes off again before giving his mother a sheepish smile.

“What did you do?”

“I… I turned our map into a paper airplane.”

“And?”

“And... it… flew out of my hands?”

“Mm hmm. I see. Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.”

Noah gasps and clutches his mom’s hand. “No! Please Mom! Don’t do this to me!!”

Her laugh causes Bucky’s heart to skip a few beats, and it frustrates him that he doesn’t know why.

“Which exhibit are you looking for?”

Noah looks at Bucky and salutes. “We’re here to see the Mister Captain America exhibit.”

“I could take you guys there.”

What. On earth. Gave him that idea?!

“Woo! Let’s‒”

Noah’s cheer was cut off by his mother. “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy and you probably have something to get to you.”

She’s right… Why did I even offer in the first place? I can’t‒

“It’s not a problem. I was heading over there right now actually.” 

Jesus! What’s wrong with me?

Noah grabbed his mother’s hand and followed Bucky to the famed exhibit.

~~~

“So, I take it Noah’s a fan of the Captain?”

The beautiful lady standing next to him nodded. “Yeah, Noah loves him; really looks up to him.”

“Makes sense, he’s a good guy.”

“Sounds like you’ve met him before.”

“You could say that.”

They were pulled away from their conversation when Noah ran up to them, grinning.

“Mom! Look how skinny Steve was! And, and his friend? Um… Bucky? Yeah! Bucky! He would always help Steve out because Steve would always get in fights! So Bucky would come and have to save him!” 

Noah then proceeded to animatedly tell his audience how Steve became the Captain and fought in the War. When he went to go read the display in front of Steve’s motorcycle, Bucky turned back to the woman.

“Is this his first time here?”

She nodded and smiled. “I promised I would take him when I had a day off. He’s been waiting for weeks.”

A pause.

“How ‘bout you?”

“What?” Damn that smile! He got distracted.

“I take it this isn’t your first time here?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her giggle caused his firm expression to slip into a small smile.

Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon showing Noah around. He learned that Noah and his mother had been in a terrible car accident two years before. The injuries Noah sustained to his right arm were irreversible, thus leading to an amputation, a prosthetic arm, and even though she didn’t say, expensive medical bills burdened on his mother.

When the museum closed, Noah was asking his mother when they’d be able to return.

“I’m not sure baby. How about next weekend?”

Noah did a little dance showing his affirmation. Then he looked at Bucky.

“Will you be here too, Mr. James?”

“Uh, yeah sure kid. I’ll be here.”

Noah fist pumped as his mother said goodbye to Bucky.

~~~

Holy shit. Holy shit! 

You had been trying to keep your cool ever since you found Noah with James. You were eating dinner and you still hadn’t gotten over him. That man was fucking stunning. Blue, blue eyes that were filled with such sorrow, a smile that made your insides flutter, and a deep voice you were willing to listen to for hours on end. Soft and sonorous. And he was so sweet and kind with Noah. That alone had you taking a liking to him.

“Mom?! Mom!”

“Oh— sorry, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Thanks for taking me to the museum.”

You ruffle his hair. “Thanks for being so patient for me.”

He smiles as he shovels pasta into his mouth. 

~~~

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[hopelessromanticspoonie]

Carnal Lullaby

summary: Loki can't sleep, and he needs you to help tire him out.

warnings: PWP, smut, vaginal fingering, sex without protection, cockwarming, hint of a praise kink.

wordcount: 1123

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Grasping fingers smoothing over your belly beneath your oversized tee coaxed you from the depths of your peaceful sleep. A confused, questioning hum sounded in your throat at Loki’s warm leg gliding in between yours.

“I cannot sleep, my love,” he murmured in his rough, low growl that instantly kindled a fire of desire in your abdomen. He left soft, lingering kisses along the edge of your jaw. “Would you assist me with my sleeplessness?”

Blinking your eyes open, you turned your head on your pillow to gaze at your lover, taking in his lust-blown pupils and mischievous grin with the help of cool, blue moonlight filtering in through your gauzy curtains. A blink and you could almost imagine ridges patterning his skin and crimson in his heavy-lidded stare. Your fingers trailed down his torso to rub back and forth along his thigh pinning you to the bed. “And what’d you have in mind for that?”

“Just lie back,” he rolled his hips into you, pointedly directing his unclothed erection to twitch eagerly against your thigh, “and allow me to take you as I please. You are so ravishing, my love, I cannot resist.”

As if his desires needed an explanation for the nudge of his nose against the shell of your ear, followed by the curl of his tongue against the hollow of your throat. As if being with him in your bed was anything less than a privilege that you reveled in every morning when you woke to his sleep-softened smile and every night when his slow, steady breaths fanned against the nape of your neck and he wrapped himself around you. As if he was anything less than good to you, good for you and in you and on you, and as if he wouldn’t make the nighttime interlude worth your interrupted dreams.

The lave of his tongue over your pulse point, followed by a sensual suck that you knew would bruise, sealing his claim over you, sent molten anticipation flowing through your veins to pool in between your legs. Arching your neck to offer more of yourself to his talented tongue, you grinned at the slowly spinning ceiling fan. “I guess I’ll hel-”

The desperate, hungry crash of his lips into yours silenced your playful response. Teasing, sweeping strokes of his tongue tossed fuel to the flames licking against your skin. Deft fingers that intimately knew every swell and dip of you teased down your sides and dug into the giving flesh of your hips. You parted for him easily, legs falling open beneath your silken sheets, arms hooked lazily over his shoulders, and lips gasping for air to feed the desire he so easily ignited within you.

“Ah, ah,” he chided you breathlessly, propping himself up on one elbow by your shoulder so his other hand could remove yours from his smooth skin. Dazzling green and gold light removed what little clothing separated your tingling skin as his free hand caught yours and settled them above your head. “I remember telling you that your part in this was to lie back and allow me to take you.”

Soft, midnight hair fell in a curtain around you to quiet your laughter, contain it in a special, intimate haven created from his forehead resting against yours. The tilt of your chin allowed you to nip at his lower lip. “Get on with it, then. We don’t have all night.”

Challenge gleamed in his eyes to match the growl rumbling through his chest and into yours. His elegant, heartbreakingly beautiful face dipped below your gaze, and not a moment later cool lips encircled the peak of your breast. His other hand memorized the rasp of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips, trailing a path from aching breast, to ticklish bellybutton, to velvety folds glistening with need for him.

“Always so ready for me, sweetling. So good for your king,” he murmured, pressing the praise into your heaving chest, accentuating the words with the graze of his teeth and pinch of his fingers so that your body bowed off of the bed.

More words of encouragement slipped from his lips and over your skin, lifting goosebumps only to be soothed by flicking fingers and twisting tongue. More flames seared your skin from the inside out until you had to card your hands into his hair and tug to hold onto some semblance of reality for the blinding heat that burned your thoughts to ash. More shaking laughter spilled from your lips to be swallowed by his kiss when you jerked at the pinch of his fingers over your throbbing clit, so sensitive from your release that he hummed in approval.

“You’ve forgotten yourself, little one, but that may be forgiven.”

So smug that your heart swelled against your ribcage for the wonderful, impossible man feathering kisses over your sternum.

Velvet-sheathed steel pressed into you, slow and steady, stretching and filling so that your fingernails dug into the swell of his backside. You breathed him in, salt and soap and masculinity and Loki. He was sleepy, content, soft and gentle with his mouth anchored to your shoulder and your hand squeezing the curve of his backside to urge him deeper. Languid and lithe above you, his heart beating his passion against yours. Your ankles hooked around his calves, the steady rise and fall of his body adding to the molten heat unfurling to the tips of your toes and pads of your fingers holding him tight.

Your release washed over you in a gentle wave, your body trembling beneath his at your silent cry. He followed you, his back arching and hips stilling to push you into the mattress. The taste of his surrender was sweet on your tongue, lips curling against his neck as he cried out his bliss into your hair.

Loki tenderly brushed the back of his fingers down your flushed cheek, the faintest tint of blue and raised markings hinting at the source of his suddenly chilled caress. Wicked lips parted to speak and your hand lifted and covered his mouth.

“Sleepytime now, sweetheart,” you whispered, patting his backside twice.

He smoothed one last kiss over the crown of your head and rolled you onto your sides, adjusting your leg over his hip so that he never had to part from your welcoming heat. Your arms tucked in between your bodies and his lax bicep proved a most comfortable pillow. The last of his claim on you to match the marks peppered into your chest and neck. Green light swirled around the blankets to bring them up to your waists as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Yes, darling. Thank you,” he slurred, sleep already pulling him toward his well-earned rest. “Goodnight.”

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[fics-not-tragedies]

KINKtober: Day 30

Hiddles wagon is rolling 😏

KINK: Formal Wear ft. Tom Hiddleston; As requested by: @eevee-of-rivia​​; Words: 321; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

He took your right hand in his and brought the underside of your wrist to his lips, “You’re wearing your necklace. Were you thinking about me when you put it on?”

You gasped as the fingers on his left hand traced the line of sapphires to the hollow of your neck. “Yes,” you replied, taking in a ragged breath.

Tom swiftly pulled you against him, bending his head down to kiss you hungrily. You returned the kiss eagerly, clutching the front of his shirt.

“If you want me to stop then you need to walk away now,” Tom whispered in your ear when the kiss finally broke.

“Who said anything about stopping, Hiddles?” With that, you shoved him against the wall.

You bit his lower lip, urging him to touch you. This made him lose all rational thought.

“Fuck, you really should wear your suits more often…” you rasped against his mouth, “The way the sleeves of this jacket wrap around your biceps…” running your hand up and down his arm you let out a little gasp, “fucking criminal.”

Tom turned you around, pressing your back against the bookshelf, lifting up your evening dress around your waist while removing your silk stockings and knickers, which he swiftly shoved in his pocket. 

He dropped to his knees and began kissing your inner thigh. You moaned, clutching his shoulders for support. Holding your hips firmly in place with his hands on either side, he ran his tongue over your slit, once, twice, and then stopped to look up at you smiling.

“Having you down on your knees… wearing this suit… the best view in the whole world.”

“I can offer you a deal, darling.” His hot breath tickled your fiery skin. “I’ll wear my suits more often if you promise to wear nothing but those at home…” Tom ran a finger along the line of sapphires at the back of your neck.

“Deal.”

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[yespolkadotkitty]

Burn With Me Tonight, pt 1

It's been two and a half long years since your husband passed away, and your neighbour thinks it's about time you got back on the dating (or at least sex) horse.

I’d like to dedicate this to @pedropascalito​ for being so immediately nice to me!!

“Happy birthday to me,” you muttered, staring up at the ceiling as the sun crested over the far hills. You had a birthday brunch with friends at your favourite taco place planned for the weekend, but today, nothing.

If you tried hard, you knew you wouldn’t look at the empty place in the bed beside you where Sam used to sleep.

Shoving it aside, you idly fingered the ring that hung around your neck on an old, thin leather thong, and headed into the shower to pummel yourself with hot water. When you came out in a robe, towelling off your hair, a duo of male voices could be heard distantly through your open bedroom window, and the notification light blinked green on your smartphone.

MRS CHEN: Happy birthday, babe. Enjoy the view.

Puzzled, you looked out of the window to see two tall men hauling sacks of turf and plants into Mrs Chen’s garden. One was blonde, lanky, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, the other, you couldn’t see too well, but he looked darker, messy hair, facial scruff, wearing a white tee that showed off his biceps.

You’d become friends with your neighbour soon after moving in - the low brick wall in the garden meant you saw each other often, and the retiree was often chatty. Then, over time, and especially once Sam got sick, very sick, she’d become a confidante and a treasured friend. Not to mention she had a potty mouth and never seemed surprised by anything. Ever. In fact, at her divorce party, she’d told you that she was now “one hundred percent in charge of my own orgasms. No actual humans needed.”

You loved her.

MRS CHEN: The heat! The sweat. The dry dusty dirt on their hands. Those shirts don't stand a chance.

MRS CHEN: Patience, young grasshopper. Soon.

MRS CHEN: All will be revealed.

You snorted out a laugh and closed the curtains, getting dressed. Mrs Chen had been planning to use her divorce settlement to make her yard into a paradise, and you were happy she'd got there at last. She loved to be outside with a book and a glass of iced tea. The overgrown weeds and gnarled tree stumps had spoiled her enjoyment of the space thus far.

As was your habit, you moved into the garden to have your breakfast, setting out your solitary plate, bowl and mug, picturing Sam’s stuff there. Had he always used the red mug? Or the green one?

Two and a half years since his death, and sometimes, you struggled to picture certain things about him, and that made you alternatively relieved and horrified.

Horrified because you never wanted to erase the man you loved, and relieved because, well. You couldn’t spend the rest of your life in this constant-daggers-of-heartache limbo. 

Could you?

As you sat down with some work papers to look through as you ate, the blond gardener waved to you over the wall. “Hey.”

“Morning,” you replied, conversational but polite. “Hell of a job for you in this heat.”

He grinned, unfazed. “That’s Texas for you. Hey, Javi, hurry it up, will ya?”

His colleague appeared and glanced at you, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner, then smiling, and you noticed that his soulful brown eyes crinkled at the corners. It was charming. He dumped a final huge sack of equipment on the patio, then straightened up and stretched, his worn, soft white tee riding up to reveal a wide strip of tanned golden skin, bisected by an arrow of chocolate-brown hair.

For the first time since you’d stood over Sam’s grave in the barely-there spring rain, the clouds low in the sky, you felt something like lust stir, deep in your belly.

Mrs Chen chose that moment to come outside on to her patio to greet you.

“This is Steve, and this is Javier,” she said, her back to them as she spoke to you. Her voice remained normal but her eyebrows were telling a different story. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “They’ll be here for a few days, working on the garden.” 

She winked at you. “Fertilising my field. Ploughing my compost. Tiling the good earth. Enriching my soil. Keep an eye on them for me, will you?”

“Oh, er, great,” you enthused, sipping your tea, trying not to make it obvious that you were drinking in Javier’s messy locks - would they feel soft? - and daydreaming about what his voice would sound like. If his moustache would tickle when he kissed your lips - and other places.

As if he’d heard your thoughts, Javier turned to Mrs Chen. “So, can you run us through what you want, one more time? Just to make sure we’re on the same page.” His deep voice had a husky edge, like he’d used it too much, and the timbre of it sank into your veins. You pressed your legs together, and at that moment, Javier met your gaze, and something passed over his face, through his soulful, dark eyes, that almost made it feel like he knew your thoughts. “So we make sure you get…. What you want,” he added, voice dropping half an octave, and you felt the heat of his fine-vintage-whiskey eyes just as surely as if he’d touched you.

You looked away hurriedly and immersed yourself in paperwork.

And that should have been the end of it.

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[jobean12-blog]

👀🥵😏

Wrapped Around Your Fingers

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 516

Summary: Bucky's fingers are your favorite...especially when they're inside you.

Author's Note: Thank you SO MUCH my lovely for feeding me with such goodness, love you! ❤️Naturally when I saw this picture the first thing I zeroed in on was the hair tie and then of course HIS FINGERS. So, here we are...500 words of porn later. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you bunches 🥰

Warnings: smut, fingering, light dirty talk and praise, choking (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

You can feel the heat of his skin pressed against your back, his chest slick with sweat as his lips brush your ear and he tightens his metal hand around your neck.

“That’s it doll. Fuck. Lemme feel you squeeze my fingers.”   

His teeth close around your earlobe and you tremble, digging your fingernails into his bicep. His thick fingers push deeper, pumping in and out slowly as you rock your hips.

He has you held tight to his chest, his legs spread wide and his hard cock pushing into your lower back. Your inner thighs glisten with wetness and he looks between your legs to watch his fingers slide in and out of your soaked pussy.

“Isn’t that a pretty sight?” he croons, nuzzling your neck. “You love it when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t ya baby doll?

You moan out his name, your eyelashes fluttering closed as he curls his fingers and presses his thumb to your clit.

“Answer me,” he demands, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Yes. Fuck yes Bucky. More!”

You can feel him smile into your skin as he pushes a third finger inside you, the stretch just right. Your nails drag down his arm, leaving marks along his skin and when you reach his wrist and find the black hair tie secured around it you moan again, slipping your fingers beneath the elastic.

You tug on the hair tie and grip his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. His growl vibrates right through your body and he tilts your head back, trailing his lips down your neck.

Your legs start to shake and he moves his fingers faster, rubbing your clit in small circles until your stomach is tightening and you’re rocking against him.

“Come on doll face,” he groans. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you to cum for me.”

You have a death grip around his wrist and when his metal hand puts more pressure around your throat you start to feel the rush of your release, your walls clenching his fingers with every wave of pleasure.

He doesn’t stop the slow movement of his fingers, even as you whine his name and your hands fall limp the bed.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, peppering your neck and cheek with soft kisses as he pulls his fingers free and ghosts them up your stomach.

He releases your neck and his metal fingers caress the tender skin. “So good,” he murmurs into your skin, “such a good girl.”

His fingers reach your mouth and he parts your lips, humming in satisfaction as you lick them clean of every drop.

“See how good you taste,” he whispers, removing his fingers and turning you in his arms.

You’re still reeling from your orgasm and when he lifts you up to straddle his lap you go limp against his chest.

“That was only number two,” he whispers, positioning his cock between your wet folds. “I know you’ve got at least one more for me baby doll,” he simpers as he slowly slides inside you inch by inch.

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[just-the-hiddles]

Daredevil in Disguise | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

A/N: So yeah, that Daredevil costume did things to me.  To a lot of people.  This is a short little pure smutty, where is the plot story all about how that man’s well endowed “assets” looked in that costume.  I have no shame.  

Summary: You see the live feed of Tom in that infernal Daredevil costume.  And man does it your engines revving.  You insist that Tom bring the costume home for so you can appreciate him in all his glory

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count:   1541

Warnings: Language, Smut (unprotected sex, teasing, costumes, roleplaying if you squint). 

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Hiddles Taglist: @hiddlesbitch1 @drakesfiance @sterwild @obtain-this-grain @unfortunatelyymuggle @theoneanna @too-cold-for-youhere @brucestephenbucky @vodka-and-some-sass

Daredevil in Disguise: @imsonick @from-hel-i-with-love @sinfully-lustful-darling​

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You scrolled your phone for about the twentieth time in the last two minutes. Tom told you to watch at the Betrayal Instagram after the show. Tom spoke of a special Halloween surprise tonight but nothing more. And the teaser posted online gave no insights.

“Come on!” you growled at the phone in your hand. As if on cure, a live feed popped up. “It’s about time.” You flopped onto the bed, phone in hand.  Eddie exited first, wearing a skintight Captain America costume. You giggled at how he held the shield in front of him, covering his crotch. Zawe came out next, looking stunning in her blonde wig and Captain Marvel get up. You waited with bated breath for Tom to exit. The crowds cheered as the stage door opened and Tom and Charlie emerged dressed as Daredevil and Loki.

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” you yelled out loud into the apartment. Tom looked like sin in his Daredevil costume. As he stood there, you realized the costume left little to the imagination, causing yours to run wild.

Your arousal grew as Tom walked around signing playbills. You saw one particular part of his anatomy accentuated. “Someone has been doing his squats.” you muttered as your hand traced the inside of your thigh.

You watched with continued growing lust until the stream ended. You opened your message app and shot off a quick message.

That costume is too tight. You can see everything.

You smiled as you waited for Tom’s reply.

I don’t know what you mean, darling. My costume fit just fine. :winking emoji:

Just how many fans fainting out there with you parading around like an exhibitionist?

There is only one fan I care about. How did you like the show?

Bring the suit home and I will show you.

Tom sent a smiling emoji, and you tossed the phone onto the bed, all sorts of naughty ideas of what you would do once Tom arrived home danced through your head. As you realized it would take ages for Tom to finish packing up and make the car trip from the theater to home,  you moaned in frustration. You edged yourself by sliding your hand to draw languid circles across your clit. Not enough to orgasm but perfect at making you lust for the touch of Tom’s skillful fingers.

Before too long, the front door slammed shut.

“Thomas!” you called out.

“Don’t come out, darling. I will be in a moment.”

You settled back down onto the bed. Tom entered a few minutes later, resplendent in his Daredevil outfit. You stood from the bed.

“How do I look?” Tom held his arms out. Even decked out as the Devil from Hell’s Kitchen, he couldn’t hide his Loki. You smiled as you circled Tom, surveying the view.

“Someone has been working out.” you commented as you run a nail along one of Tom’s biceps. His breath hitched, and you knew Tom was yours for the taking.

“One should always keep in shape.” he retorted, his eyes following you narrowed and suspicious.

“Speaking of shape, your ass…” you punctuated your words with a smack to Tom’s right ass cheek. “… is a peach.” Tom jumped at the unexpected impact. The cracking sound reverberating against the walls of the apartment.

You grinned as you snaked your arms around his waist to cup his hardening cock through the thin fabric. “And this…” you palmed him as his head fell back with a groan. “… is mine.”

Tom whipped around and pulled you into a crushing kiss. His tongue tasted of espresso and chocolate. He pressed his hips against yours as he walked the two of you back. Your shoulders hit the wall hard but you don’t stop. You reached your arms up around Tom’s neck to pull him deeper. Tom hitched your knee up and stepped between your legs.

You bucked your hips into him, needy for friction and release. Tom rutted against you too. You slid your hands down to grip his ass, pulling him into you.

“Oh god!” you moaned as you felt your release growing. Tom grunted against you before pulling away.

“The costume is rented, darling. You will make me lose my deposit.” Tom said breathless with a devious grin.

You chuckled at the word “deposit”. “Then by all means, allow me to rid you of this…” you slid your hand up to grasp the zipper, pulling it down slow. “… encumbrance.”

Tom lifted the Daredevil mask and placed on the nearby table. “Borrowed from Charlie.”

“Remind me to thank him later.” you muttered as you tugged the face cowl off of Tom’s face as Tom pulled at the arms. The upper half of the costume fell around Tom’s waist as you pulled the two of you onto the bed.

“Darling. I never knew you were into costumes.” Tom groaned as he pulled at your shorts and panties, discarding them somewhere in the dark. “Otherwise, I would have brought Loki home ages ago.“ he licked his lips before pushing your legs apart.

You gasped as Tom’s teeth nipped at your inner thigh while his arm snaked up to your hips, holding you steady. “Please.” you pleaded as Tom moved his lips at a languid pace, denying your pleasure.

“Ah, not until I say so.” Tom growled into you, pushing you into the mattress to assert his dominance.

“Just fuck me already!” you yelled in frustration. You needed him, his cock like you needed oxygen. The long nights of performance took its toll on your sex life for both of you.  You were in no mood for teasing tonight. You sat up and pulled your tank over your head, revealing no bra.

Tom popped off the bed and pulled at the waist of the costume. You tilted your head to gaze as the flimsy fabric slipped from his hips to expose his bare ass. Your fingers found your clit. Tom allowed the red and black fabric to pool at his ankles, pulling it off entirely with his feet.

“Naughty girl. Starting without me.” He placed himself again between your legs, pushing your hand out of the way.

He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard. The flame of arousal ran through your body, settling deep into your core. Tom gave his cock a few pumps with his hand before teasing your slit with the tip. He plunged into you at a slow pace, eliciting a deep guttural groan as he filled you.

“Fuck…!” you left out as your head fell back.

“God, I have missed this!” Tom panted as he thrusted slow but urgent. You bucked your hips to match his rhythm, his pubic bone grazing across your nerves.

You reached to grab Tom’s ass, digging in your nails and pulling him deeper. Your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“So close.”

“Cum for me.” Tom urged as he thrusted with vigor. You wormed a hand between the two of you to reach your clit.

You rubbed as Tom continued to chase his own release inside you. Within a few moments, you groaned as your sight went white. Your pussy clenched around Tom and his mouth fell agape.

“Fuck, darling!” A few thrusts later, Tom collapsed as he cums, spilling inside you.

Before long, the only sound in the apartment is the deep and even breaths of both Tom and you.

-

The next morning, you wake to find Tom’s side of the bed empty and cold. He heard clanging in the other room. You located your shorts and top from the night before and pull them on as the aroma of coffee and bacon filled the air.

“I would have expected you would sleep in. After all that exertion and heavy breathing last night.”

Tom laughed. “You know it takes more than one round to wear me out.”

You smiled as you snuck a piece of bacon off the plate. Tom slapped your hand with the spatula but he was too late.

“You snooze you lose.” you popped the piece into your mouth with a smug smile. Tom leaned over to give a quick peck to your lips.

“You taste delicious.” Tom cooed as he sampled the grease of the bacon from your lips.  You reciprocated the kiss, pulling him deeper.

“You taste of coffee.” you retorted as you pulled away.  Tom smiled as he returned to the stove. You run your hands down from his shoulders before cupping his ass. Tom swatted at you again with the spatula, missing again. You spied the discarded Daredevil suit crumpled at the foot of the bed.

“When do you have to return the suit?”

“Not until Friday. Why?” Tom’s brow furrowed as he caught a glint in your eye.

You give his ass a hard smack; the sound cracking through the air. Tom glanced over his shoulder as he sees you sauntered back. You slide off your shorts as you reached the bedroom, tossing them on the floor. “I thought you might be up for round two.”

Tom flicked the oven off before following you into the bedroom.  He tugged at his underwear as he hustled behind you.  The bacon burned in the pan but more pressing matter needed tending to by Tom.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

4 on kinkmas with tony please 💓

You’re mine

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Smut Drabbles Masterlist

Tony Stark Taglist: @raspberrymama @ladyeliot @boop-le-snoot @make-a-memory-drink-it-up @ownsmyheart

Everything Taglist: @godofplumsandthunder @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @little-baby-vixen @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @marvelgirl7 @disappointmentofthefam @pandaxnienke @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles @fyreball66

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“What do you say we do this thrice a week, if 5:00 AM works?” The Captain offered with a kind smile as you stood leaning against the bar next to the man with Sam standing opposite you.

“Definitely. I’ll see you tomorrow then! Have a good evening Rogers!” You touched his bicep as you returned the smile before turning away from the boys to find Tony staring daggers in your direction.

Frowning, you made a beeline for the man dressed in a sharp suit looking dapper as ever, nursing his third whiskey of the night which he gulped in one go seeing you approach him.

“Let me guess, you don’t want me working out with Cap?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Tony shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as his eyes skimmed the room, avoiding your gaze.

“You didn’t have to. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.”

Tapping your nails against the marble counter you stood facing the mirror, waiting for Tony who right on cue stepped inside the bathroom and slammed a door shut a bit too loudly.

“So? Why’d you call me in here?” Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you could still see traces of insecurity in them, making you smirk.

“You tell me. Jealousy is certainly a good look on you Tony Stark.”

Placing his arms on either side, caging you in as his eyes raked over your form.

“You think I’m jealous?”

“Well..aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right I am. You’re mine.”

He spun you around with force before attacking your neck, grazing his teeth over the skin before biting and eliciting a gasp from your lips. His hands roamed all over your body, needy and demanding as he parted your legs with his, the large slit in your dress making it easier for him to access your core.

“No panties, dirty girl. You planned this didn’t you?” Tony’s fingers brushed against your folds, groaning when he noticed how slick you already were, all while he marked hickeys all over your neck and shoulder, not caring you had a party to get back to.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled, pulling on his hair roughly while your other hand stroked his length through his pants.

Flipping you around once more, he bent you over the counter, the cool surface making you shiver or maybe it was Tony’s possessive behavior, you weren’t sure. Bunching your dress up over your waist and pulling his zipper down to free his cock, Tony pumped his length a couple of times before rolling on a condom he produced from his pocket.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who planned this.” You smirked, glancing over your shoulder as he chuckled, soon wiping that smirk off your face when he slid into you in one quick thrust, sighing as he bottomed out.

His thrusts picked up pace as you held onto the edge, gladly taking his brunt as your hips met him halfway, moans being stifled on both ends to make sure the noise didn’t leak outside.

“You know Cap’s just helping me train right?” You panted looking over your shoulder as Tony brought his mouth over to your ear to nibble on the skin.

“I’d still like him to know you’re mine. All mine.” He bit your shoulder once more before his hips faltered and he spilled into the condom.

“Hey! What about me?” You whined, wiggling your hips before he pulled out.

“Don’t you have training? Can’t have you worn out before that.”

Tony straightened out his clothes, watching your look of disbelief before his eyes fell on the marks he’d left, slowly turning a blushing red color. He left you all alone in a state of disarray, sending a wink your way before walking out the door.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark drabble #marvel smut drabbles #tony stark imagine #marvel fanfiction

[jewels2876]

A Good Stretch

A/N: While under the influence of @jilldsumner my brain came up with this little idea - enjoy! Square filled: Trying A New Position for @star-spangled-bingo​

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: language

Word count: 774

“Your foot goes there,” Sam grunted. You shifted your foot and sighed at the slight stretch in your calf muscle. “Ok, now I’m putting my arm… here.” He grimaced as he shifted just slightly. At his movement you found yourself staring at his very defined abs. A wicked grin crossed your face and you giggled.

“Are you two done yet?” Bucky interrupted. You could only nod as you giggled again. Bucky frowned at the noise and rolled his eyes. “Ok, so I’m gonna go… here.” All three of you now groaned.

“Can I get in on this?’ Steve watched the three of you in amusement. “Looks like you guys could teach me some moves. That looks… interesting.” His lips twitched slightly.

You grunted before craning your neck to look at Steve. “You can, but unless you’re secretly Stretch Armstrong, you’re gonna…” You barked a laugh as Bucky’s hand tickled your side. “Stop it Bucky!”

Steve looked over at Nat and Clint who had promised only to be witnesses. Not that they needed to; Nat had requested that FRIDAY start recording the minute the whole thing started.

Twenty Minutes Earlier

“Which one of us is the most limber, do ya think?” Sam wondered aloud. “I mean, I’m not gonna say it’s me.”

Bucky took a bite of his plum, chewing slowly while he thought about the question. “My money’s on y/n, maybe Nat - but no way is it a guy in this place.”

“Wanna prove it?” The guys turned in the direction of your voice. Your morning hair was on point, your makeup from last night was smeared in spots, while the tank top you wore rose above the band of your boy shorts. Bucky wolf-whistled while Sam teased you with catcalls. You raised your middle finger at both of them as you trotted to the cupboard. You felt around, not really looking. “Did one of you jerks use my favorite mug?” A throat cleared behind you. Steve stood there, bare-chested in his navy boxers, extending your favorite mug to you. You felt the warmth from the coffee first before taking a whiff, opening your eyes slowly with a smile.

Steve leaned down to kiss your cheek. You took a sip of coffee and followed him to the kitchen table, taking your preferred seat: on his lap. You nuzzled against his chest before grabbing the mug and taking another sip. You asked the question again as Bucky and Sam both made gagging noises. “Wanna prove it?”

Present

Nat chuckled as Steve tried to wrap his muscular arm across you, reaching out to Bucky. “Sorry Cap, I don’t think you’re gonna make it.” He didn’t respond to the teasing instead wiggling his fingers in hopes of landing on his goal.

“Steve, I swear to god, no sex for a week if you screw this up!” Your arms and legs were starting to feel the burn, stretched across mostly Sam at this point. You realized belatedly this was also a self-inflicted punishment as well, so you amended yourself quickly. “No sex tonight, not a week.”

Steve grunted; he had pulled back his arm and was trying again to get to Bucky again. “I can do this baby, I swear! Just one… more…”

You heard it before you felt it. Bucky howled as his arm hit the floor, then Sam let out a bellow as his legs gave out and he fell on top of you. Steve winced as he fell on top of Bucky and part of Sam. Nat and Clint both were laughing hysterically at the group of you sprawled out on the floor.

“FRIDAY,” Nat finally gasped, trying to recover from her fit of laughter, “did you get all of that?”

“Yes, I did. But I’m not sure what it was I saw?” FRIDAY responded. Clint rolled his eyes at how human the AI sounded some times.

“It was a game,” Clint explained. “People spin a wheel and have to match a hand or foot to the color. It’s called Twister.”

Sam and Bucky were talking smack while you punched Steve in the arm. “Ow,” Steve rubbed his bicep. “Did you really want to win that bad?”

You grinned despite the competitiveness still coursing through your veins. “You clearly don’t know your own girlfriend. Of COURSE I wanted to win.” 

Steve nuzzled your neck, ignoring the rest of the group. “But I have learned a few new moves, thanks to this stupid game. Wanna go try ‘em out?” He arched his eyebrow and your grin grew wider.

The rest of them watched as Steve scooped you up and carried you off, shaking their heads.

FIN

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[the--sad--hatter]

Alpha Magnetize - Chapter Three (Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, Smut.

Summary: You weren’t exactly against Alpha’s per say, you just didn’t want one. You preferred to suppress your Omega hormones so you could focus on the important things in life, like being an Avenger. But when an injury takes you out of the field, you get stuck doing errands for the team and find yourself in Wakanda. It’s there, on Bucky Barnes doorstep that everything changes.

He finds what he’s been looking for and you find what you’ve been running from.

Masterlist

Chapter Three

It was bad enough that you had unwittingly gone into heat on Bucky’s doorstep, bad enough he’d saved your sorry ass, bad enough you’d lost your cool and tried to punch him, but was your karma really so awful that you had to be stuck in an enclosed space with him for the next few hours? You kept your arm slung across your face and your eyes screwed closed. It was distracting enough that you could smell him, you didn’t need to see him as well.

 He'd been difficult enough to resist when he was the soft spoken Alpha who had let you bury your face into his neck but then he’d shown a playful side and it was not helping you convince your traitorous body that you weren’t attracted to him. You’d swung at him and he’d laughed, how was that remotely fair?

And then he’d grabbed your bag and sauntered away to your (technically Tony’s) quinjet and taken over. If anyone else had done that, you’d have decimated them but here you were, meekly hiding in the back of the quinjet and trying to argue with yourself that it hadn’t been sexy as hell. With a hint of adorable, because the smug way his eyes had lit up when his palm scan had been accepted had kind of reminded you of a pleased puppy.

 You needed to not think about how damn attractive he was, you needed to just stay calm until the quinjet landed and you could escape.

 Stay calm.

 Breath.

 Don’t think about Bucky.

 Stay calm.

 Breath.

 Don’t think about Bucky.

 Stay calm.

 Breath.

 Don’t think about Bucky.

You felt him behind you, felt the heat radiating from his body as warm flesh and cool metal pressed into your skin. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them apart until your legs were splayed wide for him, you aching heat on open display. You put your palms flat on the bed and pushed yourself up so you had some balance, some room to manoeuvre and pushed yourself back, desperately seeking out his body with yours.

 “You wanna be fucked babydoll?” He asked, amusement at your current predicament bleeding into his tone.

 “Yes.” You gasped breathily as he ran the head of his cock through your folds.

 “Beg.” He demanded.

 “Fucking fuck me Barnes.” You snapped.

 He penetrated you, just barely. He was less than half an inch inside you before he pulled back out.

 “Beg.” He snarled.

 “Please.” You whimpered, pushing your face into the pillow to hide your shame.

 His hands moved to your hips, flipping you onto your back and you were looking up at him. His expression was kind and his eyes were soft.

 “Please Bucky.” You begged.

 “I’ve got you doll, I’ve got you.” He crooned, running his metal hand over your skin until he was cupping your face.

 “Wake up doll.”

 You did wake up, almost choking on your own lust as for a split second your dream merged with reality and you hazily nuzzled into Bucky’s hand, wrapping your fingers around his bicep. He quirked his eyebrows in surprise as the dream finally faded and you realised you were asleep in the back of the quinjet and Bucky wasn’t a dream, he was stood in front of you, towering over you.

 “Fuck.” You exclaimed, acting instinctively and kicking his legs out from under him and pushing his hand away from yours. That left him on one knee in front of you, not looking put out at it in the slightest as he smirked at you ever so slightly. His other knee was resting on the chair you were sprawled in, his leg wedged between your own, his muscular thigh pressed right against your groin.

 You froze, unable to move. If you did, if you moved at all… god, you’d be pushing your aching cunt into his leg.

 “Must have been one hell of a dream to make you react like that.” He noted, amusement lacing his tone.

 “Fuck off.” You snarled.

 “Thought you were having a nightmare the way you were whimpering and begging. Wasn’t a nightmare though, was it doll?” He asked, his eyes searching your face for… something.

 When you didn’t answer he slowly raised his hand, letting it cup your face again.

 “Who were you dreaming about?” He whispered.

 “That’s none of your business Barnes. You did me one favour, doesn’t make us friends. We’re still strangers so I won’t be sharing intimate details of my dreams with you.” You told him fiercely, noting the flash of hurt in his eyes when you spoke.

 “We could be friends?” He offered.

 You scoffed and looked away from him.

 “Not likely… Alpha.” You said derisively.

 “Why don’t you like Alpha’s? Why don’t you want one?” He murmured.  

 “I don’t need taken care of.” You whispered throatily.

 “Doll, you’re meeting all the wrong Alpha’s if you think that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

 “And I suppose you’re the right Alpha?” You hissed, still frozen in place and unable to move.

 He shifted, ever so slightly, and inadvertently clenched his thigh muscles. Your squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hide the lust in them from his penetrating gaze.

 “Alpha’s and Omega’s are a team, they’re supposed to work in harmony together, supporting each other, looking after each other.” He stated, leaning in until his lips were brushing against your ear and you shivered.

 “I don’t want to own you, doll.”

 When he’d leant in he’d pressed his leg against you even more and your breath caught in your lungs. He was so thick and firm and right now he was completely filling your senses, making you dizzy with lust. It was almost like you were on heat again, though that wasn’t possible. It took every single little tiny iota of control you possessed to keep your body still, not to shift in your seat and allow yourself to feel the friction you so desperately craved.

 His thumb lightly brushed across your cheekbone, startling you and you turned your head to look into his eyes.

 Big mistake.

 “What do you want?” You asked him softly, fully prepared to give him whatever he asked for.

 “I could be your friend.” He said back, just as softly.

 Disappointment washed over you like a bucked of ice water had just been dumped on your head. He hadn’t wanted you when you were on heat, when your scent would have been calling out to him, so why would he want you now?

 “Or you could get away from me before I stab you in the jugular?” You offered sweetly, the anger on your face a startling juxtaposition from the friendliness in your tone.

 He grinned at that and tilted his head until his throat was bared to you, but he didn’t move away. He was calling your bluff. The unexpected move drew an huff of laughter from you before you could stop it. He smirked victoriously at having made you laugh and stood up, offering his hand to help you up.

 “We’re nearly at the Compound. You slept through the whole flight.” He informed you.

 “Good.” You sassed, ignoring his hand and standing on your own, pushing him away when he didn’t move.

 “Thought you were an Avenger doll?” He said, looking down at his chest with an unimpressed look.

 You scoffed at the blatant attempt to rile you up and rolled your eyes.

 “Down boy, we’re almost home.” You told him, walking to the cockpit.

 Before you could take your seat in the pilots chair he tugged at the back of your shirt and dragged you backwards, stepping around you and smoothly sitting down. You resisted the urge to swat at the back of his head and sat down in the co-pilots chair instead.

 “What, no arguments? Are you warming up to me?” He teased.

 “Nope, just eager to get home. Because once we’re home, I don’t have to interact with you anymore.” You said smugly.

 You didn’t see the way his face fell at your statement but you did note how quiet he was as he piloted the quinjet down, landing it perfectly while you gave Friday your clearance. Only when the engine’s switched off did you look at him.

 “Welcome home Sergeant Barnes.” You said as you stood up, and after a moments deliberation, you put your hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed it.

 The ramp descended as you picked up the bag from Wakanda and the loud booming footsteps preceded the familiar scent of one of the few Alpha’s you did like before you were engulfed in a spine bending hug.

 “Steve!” You exclaimed, your voice muffled by his chest.

 “Put me down you big puppy.” You laughed, wriggling out of his grasp.

 You wanted to see his face when he realised. It didn’t take long, Bucky scent was hanging all over the quinjet and you saw the exact moment Steve registered it, his eyes going wide before his head snapped round to see his oldest friend climbing out of the cockpit.

 “Buck..” He said breathlessly, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

 Bucky’s eyes were filled with warmth as he shot a heartfelt grin at Steve.

 “Heya pal.”

 Steve crossed the space between them in a couple of quick strides, wrapping an arm around Bucky’s shoulders and pulling him in for a hug. You smiled at the heart warming sight and quietly slung the bag over your shoulder and slipped away but you couldn’t resist leaving a parting shot.

 “Don’t say I never bring you anything, Captain!” You called over your shoulder.

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"I didn't put him up to it!"

Hiddles/(f)reader

MY FIRST EVER!!! Ok so very unlike my normal work this is completed! Haza!!

You're studying to become a SFX artist and your professor calls in some particular people to be your final models.

Warnings: cussing and bulge talk.

Oh yeah above picture is what hes supposed to look like...not below lol. Scruffy hiddles!

“Last year almost through my lady!” Your friend Mikey ran up hugging you and your other friend Scott close. Mikey was studying to be an artist and Scott was doing architecture. Mikey was absolutely beautiful, blonde curvy in all the right places, huge blue eyes all accentuated with her flawless makeup. Scott was simply looking but he was a good guy.

“What about me, Mic?” Scott asked, “I've got another year after you two.”

“You'll never live without us my dude.” Mikey shook her head. We got to the SFX classroom and you hugged the both of them bye.

“See ya at lunch.” You chirp. Your class had been given measurements for prosthetics but had yet to see you're models and internally you were cursing Professor Del Toro, she was making shit unnecessarily hard. You stood at your work table arranging supplies when she walked in followed by twelve other men and women.

“Oh my god.” Gasp “No. Way.” “Is that?!” “NOOO.” You rolled your eyes at the other students. You saw some familiar faces and realized that these twelve people were movie and tv stars.

“Most of you wish to go into the movie business. You're final assignment is not only to impress me with your creations but to have an air of professionalism.” A lot of people had already failed. You rolled your eyes cleaning some dust off of the acrylic spikes you had one of the boys from Scott's shop class sand down.

“Uuhg come on.” “Please please please” “Whhhhhy??” It seemed your other female classmates wanted one man.

“(Y/N) this is Mr. Tom Hiddleston.” You smiled to the tall man.

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Hiddleston.” You said to the man, shaking his hand, “Is this why you switched mine and Mel's models?” You asked the professor. She innocently picked up the pale blue paint and sat it in your hand.

“Two hours Miss. (Y/L/N) I expect to be impressed.” she walked off and you stuck your tongue out at her. Hiddleston chuckled.

“Ok so first, I am going to need for you to take off your shirt. And I think to save some of the other girls’ projects we are going to go over to the air brush stall.”

“To protect the other girl's projects?” He asked following you to the back of the class.

“Taking into account how they were gasping and gawking I think they'll be a little too distracted with you shirtless to work.” you laughed. He smiled,

“And you won't be?” He asked, moving with you to the other side of the screen. You picked up the airbrush and loaded the paint you needed in it. You sighed deeply,

“It will be a struggle but I will force myself to manage.” You said sarcastically. He pulled off his shirt and you chewed the inside of your cheek thinking about the new delema. “How tall are you exactly?”

“Uhhhh i'm not exactly sure 6ish?”

“ How tall is Mr.Hiddleston?” you called across the classroom.” A chorus of 6’2” followed. You sighed. “You're not going to fit in the costume.” you told him honestly, grabbing a tape measure to double check, “I obviously still have the height measurements for my original model, but we shall make it work.” You motion for him to follow you back into the fabrics room where you found a sheet or curtain that could be turned into a sort of toga. The both of you went back to the paint screen and you made quick work of painting his torso, face, arms, and legs.

"Don't worry I'm letting you keep the facial hair." You teased.

“What exactly am I to be?” He asked you as he was drying and you were working on painting the toga a dark gray color. He stood there calm as can be in nothing but his underwear. You were undisturbed, seen one you'd seen them all. But upon your very brief double take you did notice the soft bulge was much larger than you had seen. And seemed to extend out longer.

“Hades. But the underworld is more of a dark, cold, icelandic place. Less fire and brimstone.” You stood and began fixing the acrylics to his head in a sort of crown. You painted and laid prosthetic around the base of the crown spikes to make them look like icicles protruding from his head.

“Very interesting.” He muttered looking into the mirror on the stall.

“Come here for a second.” You called pulling him slightly down to your level. His ice blue eyes connected with yours and you slowly lowered the hand which had a fire colored contact balanced on the fingertip.  “Nevermind you mumbled. His eyes were beautiful. He steadied you with a rather large hand on your bicep.

“Are you alright Miss (Y/L/N)” he asked.

"Yes sir, thank you." You gracefully stepped back from his hold. "Alright now let's fix this onto you." You picked up the fabric and began wrapping and pinning it.

"Don't suppose you would want to go out for coffee?" He asked you. You laughed up at him from you're kneeling position.

"Or tea?" You asked.

"Or tea." He corrected with a small smile tossed down to you.

"I figured Del Toro would have some tricks up her sleeve." You told him shaking your head. A few more strands of you're (y/h/c) hair tumbled out from you're loose ponytail. You must've looked a site. This morning you had snoozed through all of the seven alarms you set. Which wasn't really a big deal, with a friend as beautiful as Mikey running around there was no sense in going above or beyond trying. No matter what you wore or how well you're makeup was done you never stood out against her. God bless her she didn't even know the effect she had on men.

"Are you sure your alright love?" Mr. Hiddleston brought you back from space.

"Yes sir. Just lost in thought." You wiped your hands off on your ripped paint splattered jeans.

"Let me help you." Hiddleston wrapped his hands around your elbows and gently pulled you to your feet.

"Thank you." You smiled politely.

"Why don't you tell me about it."

"Huh?"

"What had you in a far off land?"

"Oh!" You laughed awkwardly, "I was thinking about my friend…. Shes, um, beautiful. Every guys dream." You muttered.

"Times up class!" Del Toro called, "Send your models forward."

"It was a pleasure meeting you." You told Mr. Hiddleston, shaking his hand once again.

"Likewise." He smiled in return. He walked to the front and lined up with all of the other transformed actors and actresses to be carefully reviewed. The bell rung and you quickly collected your things to move to the next class. Advanced Brit. Lit. You left Mr. Hiddleston's folded up clothes where he could easily find them. The next day in class you received a piece of paper stating your final grade in Del Toro's class. Scrawled at the bottom was a simple note;

'I didn't put him up to it! ;)'

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