#also bucky knife flip

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 2/3 (here is part 1)

picking up from where we left off:

some 65 years into the future, steve's plane is fished out of the ice, and they find him, frozen like a sexy hot-dayum popsicle, but still alive thanks to the same super serum that made him go from Smol to Lorge.

steve is thus brought back into the world, but it's a world he no longer recognizes after all these years; a world where all the people he used to know and love are long dead, and his own face has been turned into a tool for propaganda over the years. obviously, he has a hard time adjusting, and he turns to fighting again, joining this group of kinda possibly superheroes, aka the avengers.

lots of exciting new things happen, sure; but steve is still pretty miserable. until one day, a mysterious masked assassin dressed in bondage gear (but not really), and sporting one very shiny metal arm (!!!!), is sent to kill steve's sort-of-boss. and then to kill steve himself. oh no!!

in what is possibly the most gripping, most visually pleasing hand-to-hand fight sequence in the history of cinema,

(NO BUT SERIOUSLY, all jokes aside, if you've never watched it then please do bc it's!!! *shrieks* so fucking good!!!)

a fight sequence which also happened to unlock both steve's and an entire fandom's competence kink with that little sexy knife-flipping trick alone -- i know you know what i'm talking about, don't you lie to me babes--

as i was saying, steve manages to knock the mask off of his opponent's face. and who do you think appears before him? can you guess??

DING DING DING!!! EXACTLY!!! IT'S HIS LONG-LOST BAE BUCKY! who apparently doesn't recognize him??

confused and upset, steve fights to uncover the truth. turns out, the man is indeed the very same bucky he grew up with and loved. only, he didn't actually die in that tragic fall in the ravine; rather, due to the experiments performed on him while he was a war prisoner, he survived long enough to be found and captured by the enemy. who then proceeded to torture and brainwash him, using him as a tool for murder against his will, and literally putting him back in the freezer when they didn't need him.

which, as it happens, is how he stayed so young in the first place: he, uh, spent the better part of 70 years frozen. yeaaah, are the parallels paralleling or what, hmmmm?? preserved in ice like your mom's best lasagna from last week? plunging to a 'death' that isn't really a death? waking up in the future kinda screwed over? :D

ANYWAY

steve is even more devastated than before, now that he's learned that while he was asleep in the ocean, bucky was out there suffering. when he finally confronts bucky again (and it's fucking epic and also fucking heartbreaking, believe you me) steve is desperate to bring bucky, his bucky, back. knowing in his heart that his bae is still somewhere in there, no matter how deeply buried.

in the most critical moment(TM), steve chooses to stay behind, on a plane that's about to fucking blow up around them - just like bucky did for him all those years ago - because if he can't save bucky, then he'd rather die with him.

only, bucky is scared and confused af at the moment, and he attacks steve, because 1) he has a mission after all, he's supposed to kill this guy dammit, and 2) wtf is even going on here??? who IS this man, WHY does he keep saying that they've known each other their whole lives?? and WHY does bucky feel like he's actually seen him somewhere else before?????

AND HERE IS THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF ALL PIVOTAL MOMENTS: for the first time in his life, steve refuses to fight back. like he literally drops his shield out of the plane and into the river underneath, in a very powerful and symbolic gesture, signifying his surrender: he's not going to hurt bucky anymore, no matter what. THIS FUCKER LITERALLY LETS BUCKY BEAT HIM TO A PULP, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF, 100% ready to let bucky kill him if that's what's gonna happen here, because that's still better than living in a world where bucky's gone - a world where bucky will look at him and only see a target, or a stranger at best.

and then!!!!

no this is like, this is THE most romantic shit, okay, like you could try to convince me that it isn't for the next hundred years and i wouldn't buy it, because. BECAUSE.

at the very last moment, steve finally manages to break through bucky's brainwashing, breaking the metaphorical spell bucky was under. and do you know how he does that? i ask you, do you know how steve does that, my love?

by repeating to bucky the very same words bucky offered him way back in the beginning, when he proposed asked steve to move in together. till death do us part the end of the line, baby. romeo could NEVER

bucky, who was about to deal the fatal blow, freezes instantly, finally recognizing the man under him.

and when steve falls out of the plane, bucky jumps after him, instinctively saving his life instead.

but bucky can't stay. confused, wounded, vulnerable, and only just beginning to remember who he used to be and what was done to him, he slips away and hides from steve - and from all the other people who might be looking for him, and probably want him dead. you think this is gonna stop steve, though?? now that he knows that bucky is still alive, and that he remembers him??? now that he knows that bucky's not lost to him forever?? AS IF!!

(to be continued in part 3)

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[ravenromanova]

I don’t like gifts

Parings: Loki x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!! Master kink, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f), Squirting, Praise kink. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!! Slight angst with happy ending, Fluffy Loki.

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~ You smiled as you put the finishing touches on the final gift for your team. This specific gift though you spent extra time in picking out and wrapping wanting to make sure it was perfect. Granted the person it was for didn’t like gifts and thought the whole holiday was stupid. But you ended up getting him some nonetheless because he deserves something nice.

Once you finished you put all the presents in a bag and headed to the living room. The sounds of christmas music and laughter filled your ears as you walked into the room. There sat your family, the people who you loved more than anything sitting around the fireplace. Smiles adorned everyone’s face as they exchanged gifts and shared stories. The only person you didn’t see though was Loki though which wasn’t surprising but still a little disappointing.

“Heya sunshine!” Steve beamed as he walked up and took the bag of presents from you to help you. “Are these for the whole team?” He asked a little shocked with how much you got everyone.

“Uh yea i might’ve gone a little overboard” You responded a little sheepishly. Steve sat the gifts next to the tree where Tony and Pepper handing out gifts to everyone.

“Might’ve is an understatement sunshine” Tony chimed in as you sat on the couch next to Wanda. You smiled shyly as Tony started handing out the gifts you got for everyone.

Bucky got two new knives and a book about astrology. Natasha received a new thigh holster and gun. Wanda got more of her favorite painting supplies. Vision got a book called “emotions for dummies” which everyone found hysterical. You got Clint new arrows to which he thanked you profusely since Kate lost all of his and you also gave him gifts for his family. Peter got new comic books. Steve got a new sketch pad and pencils. Kate got a new super suit and Lucky got a pizza toy. Yelena got three bottles of vodka and a knife. Tony and Pepper got an all expenses paid trip to cancun for a week. Morgan got endless barbie dolls and stuffed animals. Thor got ten big boxes of pop tarts. Bruce got a new lab coat and a bunch of sciencey books you didn’t understand. Pietro received three hoodies and new running shoes that he’d been wanting for a while. You also got the guardians and Carol gifts but they weren’t on earth right now so they get them when they came back. And last but not least you got Loki a first addition of pride and prejudice, two new knives with gold and green details engraved, a new journal with feather pens and a soft dark green blanket.

The reactions everyone gave to their gifts made your heart grow three sizes. Pretty much everyone gave you a hug… even the bionic staring machine which took you by surprise. And on the flip side you got more gifts than you thought possible.

Tony gave you five grand in cash. Pepper got you a huge basket of self care goodies. Morgan gave you multiple drawings of you and her doing her favorite things together. Nat and Wanda gave you a spa gift certificate claiming you need to relax more. Vision gave you the new pots and pans set you’d been wanting forever. Clint and Kate along with his family got you a puppy you named “Lucy” and some new hoodies. Bucky gave you a knife to which you both laughed. Bruce and Steve teamed up and got you atleast fifteen books. Thor gave you endless sweets and candy. Yelena gave you five bottles of your favorite liquor. Peter gave you a new supersuit that him and Tony designed specially for you. Pietro thoughtfully got you some soft throw blankets, slippers and a new stuffed unicorn.

Needless to say by the end of the gift exchange you never felt so loved by everyone. The night ended around one am when everyone decided to head to bed. But fortunately for you this was your time to give Loki his gifts. You knew he was more than likely hiding out in the library not wanting to deal with humans and their stupid holiday. So once everyone bid goodnight you gathered his gifts and headed to the library.

And of course when you entered the library there he was in all his glory. He was sitting in the bay window is the library reading a book with a slight smile on his face. The light of the moon hit his face lightly and made him look even more ethereal than normal.

“Hey Lo” You said softly as you approached him with all his gifts in hands.

“Hello” Was all he replied with making you frown a little.

“You weren’t at the gift exchange “ You stated with your brows furrowed causing him to look up at you.

“That is correct” His voice was gruff as he spoke making your knees a little weak and your heart sped up.

“Well i know you think this holiday is dumb but i still got you some gifts” Your words caused him to raise his eyebrows at you and scoff a little.

“I don’t like gifts” He said as he closed the book and turned to fully face you. The way his eyes bore into your soul made you even more nervous about giving him the gifts than before.

“Yeah well i still got you some so deal with it” The sassiness of your words surprised the both of you. He smirked and nodded his head a little telling you to hand him the gifts. You swallow your nerves and hand him the wrapped gifts with shaky hands.

Loki takes the gifts and starts unwrapping them one by one inspecting each of them as he goes. You watched as his eyes lit up as he ran his fingers across the lettering on the book, how he moved the new blades in between his fingertips, his fingers grasped the dark green fabric of the blanket and he smiled softly, and you swore he giggled a little at the new journal and pens.

“I take it back” He said suddenly as he looks at all the gifts. “I love gifts” The smile that adorned his face made your heart melt.

“You like them?” You asked nervously. Loki then stood up and took your hands into his and his blue green eyes stared into your soul.

“y/n i love them” He said honestly and you smiled brightly at his words. His hands moved up your arms and then cupped the sides of your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop” He whispered as he leaned in.

“Dont stop” You whispered back looking up at him. That was all it took for his lips to crash into yours and bring you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. The both of you simultaneously moaned at the taste of each other.

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even notice that he teleported you two to his room. But eventually you had to come up for air which is when you finally realized.

“I like your room” The words were soft as they left your lips. Your eyes scanned his room and you took in the dark green couch, extremely soft looking bedding and the ancient paintings that adorned the walls. The room was decorated just like you thought it would be.

“I think you’ll like it a lot better on my bed” His boldness made you weak in the knees and arousal pool in between your thighs.

“I think i would too” You said with a smile as you climbed onto his bed. “Oh yea this is definitely better” Loki smiled as he watched you sprawl out on his bed.

“You most certainly belong there pet” His voice was low and his eyes darkened as he slowly crawled on top of you. “Such a pretty pet” He cooed rubbing his calloused fingers over your cheekbones.

“I need you” The pleading look in your eyes made his cock stir in his pants. He then flicked his wrist and suddenly you were fully naked underneath him.

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man” He husked in your ear causing a shiver to course through your body. His rough hands trailed up and down your body as he admired your beauty.

Loki slowly cupped your face again and brought you in for a much more passionate and loving kiss. He snaked his hand in between your thighs as he kissed you making you moan in his mouth.

“So wet for me” He kissed below your ear before he sat on his knees and looked at your pussy with desire. He smiled again before he decided to get comfortable in between your thighs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion . “W-What are you doing?” Your voice was laced in nervousness as you looked directly into his eyes.

“I need to taste your pet” And without any further explanation his tongue darted out and licked a bold strip asking your folds.

“Oh god!” The sensation of his warm mouth on you made your back arches off the bed and your eyes shut in pleasure.

“As much as i love hearing that title fall from your lips… it’s master to your pet” Your eyes snapped open at his words and you nodded your head in understanding. “Words pet or i wont touch you” He commanded bringing his free hand to grip your chin.

“Yes master” A smile quickly over to his face as you spoke and that was enough for him to dive back in. He spread your lips and started sucking on your clit like a man starved.

You threw your head back on the pillow feeling overwhelmed but in a good way. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before but welcomed it with open arms. The way his tongue lapped the bundle of nerves make you reel in pleasure.

“I-I’m gonna cum master” The words were broken as they fell past your lips.

“Cum for me pet be a good girl and cum” He commanded and before you even registered his words he was shoving two of his thick fingers in you.

“OH FUCK!!” Your hands flew to his raven locks and pulled for dear life at the intrusion. His fingers curled as he thrusted them into you and hit your g-spot deliciously. Before you could speak again your felt your orgasm rip through you and you came all over Loki’s face.

Loki smiled as he came up from between your thighs and he licked his fingers clean. “You taste as delicious as you look pet” His praises made your heart speed up again and another wave of arousal hit you.

“I wanna taste you master” You pleaded sitting up on your knees and moving your gave up and down his body. “Youre wearing too much clothing” You whined as your snaked your hand under his black t shirt.

“So eager to please” He smiled as he flicked his wrist again and he was naked in front of you. You couldn’t help but marvel at the god in front of you. His tanned skin, rippled abs, thick thighs, and not to mention his pretty cock. Never in your life did you ever find a man’s dick attractive but holy fuck his was perfect.

His hands on your cheeks brought you out of your trance. “Go ahead pet make your master feel good” His gruff voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You simply smiled at him and changed positions so he was laying against the pillows.

Once he was situated on the against the pillows you settled in between his thighs but not before kissing all over him first. Finally you got settled and sent him a devious smile. At first you started slow with some gentle kitten licks and kisses all up and down his shaft making sure to pay attention to the thick vein running from base to tip.

“Fuck” You heard him moan when you finally took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and luckily your gag reflex wasn’t a problem. “Just like that baby” He groaned and you hummed at the new nickname falling from his lips which in turn make his cock twitch.

You continued sucking him like a lollipop which caused a series of moans and profanities fall from his lips. Suddenly his hands were in your hair and he pulled your head up.

“As much as i’m loving this is much rather cum in you than your mouth my dear pet” He said softly rubbing his finger over toe bottom lip.

“Please” You begged him sitting back on your knees and then slowly crawled on top of his lap. His hands found home on your hips as he helped you straddle him.

“Gonna make you feel so good” Loki said with determination along with his signature smirk.

“Please master” Your begged again as you lined yourself up with his aching cock. That was all the go ahead he needed and before you knew it he was slamming himself into you.

“Oh gods” You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Loki gave you time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into you.

“So fucking tight” He groaned squeezing your hips harder. Your hands flew to his chest and you held on tight as you rode him. Never in your life had you felt this full and satisfied. And now that you’ve had a taste of what being with him was like you knew you couldn’t be without him again.

“Fuck Loki i’m gonna cum!” The moan that escaped you was nothing short of sinful.

“Cum for me pet” He demanded as his thrusts became harder and rougher. It didn’t take much longer for you and him to cum with loud and pornographic moans. Loki came and filled you with every last drop of his seed till there was nothing left.

“Oh fuck” You said breathlessly as you collapsed onto his chest. “That was fucking amazing”

“Agreed” He said rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“I dont want this to be a one time thing Loki” You admitted still laying on his chest not wanting to look him in the eye.

“Who said this was a one time thing darling? Who said i wasn’t planning on keeping you here forever?” He said as he brought his fingers up lightly from your chin and look up at him.

“Really?” The question came out more insecure than you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Really” He brought his hands to your face again ava kissed you passionately. It was that moment you knew he was the one for you.

“I love you Loki” You smiled brightly as you held onto his face.

“I love you too darling” He responded with so much passion and love in his voice something you knew was only for your abs that made it that much better.

Shortly after the both of you fell into a blissful sleep wrapped around each other. Content smiles adorned both your faces as you two slept. Neither of you thought you end up here when you first walked into the library tonight but couldn’t be happier that it did.

~The end~ A/n: I GOT WAY TO CARRIED AWAY BUT OH WELL!! i hope you enjoyed by first loki story ;)

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[haleyhunwritess]

hii haley can you write for steve/bucky where they think reader is cheating but she isnt and its a misunderstanding?

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing: bucky x reader, platonic!steve x reader

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of blood and knife wound

a/n: hii my loves i'm back!! i wrote this before my blog got all weird so i thought i would post this while i look over the asks that i missed while my blog was being weird (thanks tumblr🙄) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Stay still." Steve said, as he carefully lifted your blood-soaked top up to examine the wound. You lightly groaned in pain, and he muttered a sorry as he continued to examine you.

He grimaced at the cut right above your stomach that was still bleeding. Thankfully, the cut wasn't too deep or even that big. Once he could get the bleeding to stop, some stitches should do the trick. Though Steve wasn't a doctor or anything, he'd helped out with similar cuts and wounds in the field, and you trusted him to take care of you. Of course you also knew this was the only way to hide the cut from Bucky.

It was just a simple accident. It could happen to anyone during self-defense training. Well, anyone who would be stupid enough to try to learn Bucky's knife flip with an actual knife.

"Fuck. Steve, how much longer?" You nearly cried, as your adrenaline was slowly starting to wear off, leaving you in an agony of pain.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry. The bleeding has stopped, I'm just gonna clean up the blood before I start on the stitches." Steve said, offering you a sympathetic smile as he gently wiped the blood off your body, "Are you sure you want me to do this? I haven't done this in a while, and we can still take you to the hospital. Bucky won't find out, I promise."

"Just do it, I'll be fine." You said, gritting through your teeth as the piercing pain returned, "Please just hurry up and do it. The pain keeps getting worse."

Steve sighed as he began searching through his bag for supplies. He began applying a numbing gel on top of the cut, making you cringe in pain at first. You sighed in relief as the area was finally numb, and Steve began sew the cut together with sutures. Eventually, the area was all bandaged up, and Steve got you some pain killers that would help ease the pain. He instructed you to get some rest as he helped you get into bed. You promised him you would sleep and take care of the cut like he had asked, but only if he promised not to say a word about this to Bucky. He reluctantly agreed and stayed in bed with you until you fell asleep.

Once you fell asleep, he went downstairs and texted Sam to come over to take care of you. Steve had to leave for a meeting and he didn't wanna leave you alone, and Bucky wasn't supposed to be back for another two days. Plus you would kill Steve if he told Bucky.

While waiting for Sam's reply, he began looking through the fridge to see if he could put some dinner together for you before you woke up. However, not so surprisingly, the only thing in the fridge was beer and some soda. He checked the time on his watch, and decided he had a few extra minutes to quickly grab some takeout for you before he left for his meeting.

Walking up to the door, he took his phone out of his pocket to see if Sam had replied. He noticed there were two notifications from Sam and before he could even look at them, the front door opened. Steve looked up, and his eyes widened as he realized Bucky had come home.

"Buck, what are you doing here?" Steve immediately asked, making Bucky frown.

"Uh I live here?" Bucky replied, with a confused expression on his face, "Are you okay, Steve? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Oh yeah, right. I just meant you weren't supposed to come home for another two days." Steve chuckled awkwardly as he tried to think of a way to get Bucky out of the house again.

"Yeah I just came home early, missed my girl." Bucky smiled as he took his jacket off before looking around for you, "Where is she?"

"Oh she's not home, she went out with a friend." Steve lied, looking away from Bucky.

Bucky frowned in response, as he could tell Steve was lying, "Okay, so what are you doing here then?"

Steve's eyes widened as he realized he'd messed up, "Oh umm, I was just, I just wanted to uhh..." He tried to think of a lie but with Bucky glaring at him, nothing came to mind.

"Where is she?" Bucky asked again, this time in a serious tone with his arms crossed.

Before Steve could say anything, you called out for Steve from your bedroom, "Steve, are you still here? I need you."

Steve groaned as he watched Bucky angrily make his way over to your bedroom, "Why did I agree to do this?"

You carefully sat back up in bed, bringing the blankets up a bit to cover yourself up since you were still topless. You were still in a lot of pain and could barely move so you needed Steve's help to hand you your water bottle. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a figure appear in the doorway. You sighed in relief, thinking it was Steve but then you realized it was Bucky, and Steve was standing behind him with his face in his hands.

"Doll, what's going on?" He asked nervously as he moved closer to you. Then he noticed the smell of Steve's cologne that was coming from you, and he nearly gasped as he noticed you weren't wearing a shirt. In fact, it looked like you weren't wearing anything at all with the way the blanket was covering up your body.

You noticed a shift in his eyes, watching as the flames flickered in his irises, and his nervous facial expressions quickly turn into those of pure loathing. You couldn't figure out why he was angry though. You purposely kept the blanket draped around your body so he wouldn't see the injury, so what was he so mad about.

"How long has this been going on?" He spit out, making you cringe in worry.

"Look buddy-" Steve started to explain but Bucky quickly cut him off.

"I don't believe I was talking to you. How long has this been going on?" Bucky glared at you, and you looked at Steve with a puzzled look on your face.

"Bucky it's not like you don't know about this." You replied, shifting uncomfortably as the pain was starting to get to you now, "He literally picks me up every morning."

You frowned when Bucky looked at you with a disgusted look on his face, then looked back at Steve before scoffing. You didn't get why he was so angry. Steve has been picking you up every morning for your training sessions. Bucky even knew that, then why was he acting this cold. Bucky turned back to you, ready to start screaming at you, when he noticed the big bandage that was covering something on your stomach. Bucky walked over to you, and carefully lifted the blanket off of you, making you groan in frustration.

"Ugh...okay look I'm sorry but I didn't wanna tell you because I didn't want you to worry, or kill Steve for trying to teach me how to do the knife flip thing. I also hate going to the doctors, you know that. But I swear Steve was so careful, and the cut doesn't hurt too much." You said, trying to make sure Bucky didn't get angrier. However, he just looked confused and a bit concerned instead.

"What you talking about?" Bucky questioned looking at Steve and then back at you, "Are you two not sleeping together?"

Steve nearly choked on his own spit before his face turned bright red at Bucky's implication. He really thought you were cheating on him with his best friend.

"No! God no, we're not! I would never do that to you." You replied, feeling a bit angry at him for assuming you would do such a horrible thing, "I got hurt during our training sessions that's all."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Steve lied to me downstairs and when I came up here you were...it doesn't matter, I'm so sorry, baby." Bucky said, hugging you tightly. Although, he quickly let go when you almost yelped in pain from the tight embrace, "Sorry, baby, Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? How did this even happen?"

"Well I told her not to try the knife toss and flip thing but she's as stubborn as you so," Steve chuckled, as he picked his bag up from the floor to look for some more pain relievers for you.

"Wait you were serious about the knife thing? Doll, how many times did I tell you not to try it, I knew you would get hurt!" Bucky sighed, carefully and gently pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you, "It's alright, everything is gonna be okay. I'm gonna take care of you, okay angel?"

You nodded in response, leaning against Bucky as he gently rubbed your back, "So you're not going to yell at me?"

"Oh no, I will but not right now. When you feel better you're getting a proper lecture on knife safety." Bucky smiled, gently kissing your forehead before continuing to stroke your back.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi! :) Can I request a Record of Ragnarok with Bucky Barnes!Reader? Maybe the Reader could like go Winter Soldier Mode in a way during their match?

Have a wonderful Day/Night!

-You were a dangerous individual, a warrior, but you were trained in an unusual way, after you had been captured, thought to be dead by all others, and you were brainwashed and tortured, turned into the perfect soldier, the perfect killing machine.

-Yes you had become a hero after your friend, who also got put on ice, just not the same way you were, and you helped save the world, but even though you did that and were acclaimed as a hero, that didn’t bring back those you had killed.

-You kept to yourself in Valhalla, as you felt like you didn’t deserve to be sent there. You killed so many people, but despite others telling you that you had been under mind control, you still felt unworthy of being in such a place.

-When the opportunity arose with the chance to prove yourself, not only to others but to yourself as well, you took it, becoming a fighter in Valhalla.

-Compared to other warriors for humanity, you were rather plain, wearing your black combat gear, your assault rifle slung across your back as you were adjusting your gloves, prepared for a hell of a fight.

-Many others, whom you had befriended over the years, knowing of your reservations and being afraid to really be around others were all cheering for you. It was an odd sound to you, hearing their cheers, but it brought a small smile to your face, nonetheless.

-People were amazed by your skills, despite not looking like much, they were in awe; you hadn’t used your gun, other than to block your opponent’s own weapon, you just used your buck knife, holding it expertly, while using your hand-to-hand combat skills as well.

-Brunnhilde was watching you before she froze as your opponent smirked, he had done his research on you, and started using the words that trigger your sleeper agent self, Winter Soldier.

-She gasped, shouting out to Zeus, who looked startled, seeing her looking so frantic as she ran down the stairs to the edge of the arena as you slumped forward, your body going limp.

-Zeus’ eyes went wide, realizing what was happening as he shouted, “THIS MATCH IS OVER!!” your opponent, who was going to use you for his own gain, was upset, looking up at Zeus.

-Brunnhilde stunned all by throwing a harsh right hook across his cheek, instantly knocking him out, showing her own strength as she sent him flying, with the hopes that with him knocked out, you would be okay.

-Brunnhilde was still for a moment as her sister, your knife, returned to her humanoid form, as this was no longer the same person she performed Volundr with.

-Everything was still as you slowly lifted your head and when Brunnhilde saw your eyes, she immediately ran for her sister, grabbing her by the back of her dress and threw her, to get her away as you charged.

-Brunnhilde dug her feet in as you were pushing her back with ease, showing your monstrous strength as Zeus shouted at others to stop you.

-As more warriors entered the arena, you grabbed your gun, going to take them all out, but Brunnhilde surprised you, sending her fist through your gun in a harsh punch, breaking it, just so that way you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone with it.

-Brunnhilde, Kojiro, Hrist, Shiva, and Buddha all charged at you, hearing Brunnhilde’s words that they needed to knock you out while the crowd was loving this, seeing a five on one fight, with you easily holding your own.

-Shiva managed to grab you, putting those four arms to use, but he was struggling, trying to flip yourself around to get yourself free as Buddha and Brunnhilde both charged at you but you swung yourself up, your feet kicking them back and as you fell, Kojiro charged, using the hilt of his sword, and slammed it into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you as you quickly blacked out, going limp.

-The five warriors were all panting, showing the gods that you were not to be messed with and not to be underestimated as you were taken to the infirmary.

-It was Odin by your side when you woke up, as he wanted your permission to mess with your mind, basically taking out the brainwashing, so the trigger words wouldn’t work again.

-You felt the Winter Soldier deep in your mind, you knew he would always be there, and it scared you, but you agreed, and he used magic, not torture or science, to alter your brain, leaving your skills as they were, but taking the ability for others to control you away.

-You apologized to those you fought, but you were surprised when Shiva just ruffled your hair warmly, telling you that he wanted to have a match against you, before Buddha told you that they were taking you to get some food, as you deserved it.

-It was small, but you smiled, feeling happy here in Valhalla. You met so many kind and wonderful people here, you finally felt like you were starting to belong.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror brunhilde #ror shiva #ror hrist #ror kojiro sasaki #ror odin

[turtle-steverogers]

anyways it's stucky time again because i said so

thinkin about steve purposely sneaking up and jumping on bucky post ws, like just full on WHALING on him because he can't hurt bucky and bucky's so sick of everyone treating him like he's broken glass and can't be trusted around any sort of violence, and once steve catches on, he's like. "well. don't mind if i do"

and steve's the only one who can do it. nat tried once and nearly got knifed in the side for her troubles. when steve literally jumps out the window on to bucky, bucky just rolls his eyes and lets himself get tackled. anyways

OKAY i am such a strong supporter of bucky and steve being the only ones Allowed^tm to do things to each other like that. like on the flip side, bucky is the only one who is allowed to poke around steve and knows all his tickle spots. anyone else, steve shuts down immediately, but bucky is so goddamn touchy with him and he just thrives under the attention and the close comfort.

also,,, stucky wrestling matches that either end in tickle matches or intense making out. no in between

#cass you get it #mikey answers #steve rogers #stucky #bucky barnes #mikey screams into the void #soup tag

[murdrdocs]

5K/6K CELEBRATION

first of all, thank you for 5k and for 6k, so close together, too! it seriously means a lot. if you read for my blog, i want to also bring attention to other blogs and works that i like, and sometimes draw inspiration from! really work through this list and these blogs, show everyone here love !! xx

ꕥ represents no smut

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: ̗̀➛ caroldantop's i could be your favorite girl

¡! ❞ wanda maximoff, babysitting, infidelity, milf!wanda

: ̗̀➛ talklokitome's the chase

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, sex pollen, asgardian nature, hunter/prey, jotun heat

: ̗̀➛ endlessreverie's luck be a lady

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, 1960s, vegas casino, loki is "some guy"

: ̗̀➛ con_fection's violence and intimacy are the only universal languages

¡! ❞ james "bucky" barnes, mean!bucky, so much just read it

: ̗̀➛ bellesque's sweet dreams

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, incubus, creative sex, legit just read it

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star wars

: ̗̀➛ anon's this is where the fun begins

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker & obi wan kenobi, sharing is caring, voyeur anakin

: ̗̀➛ therealmaxrebo's a practical lesson in patience

¡! ❞ obi wan kebobi, some anakin akywalker, dom!obi wan

: ̗̀➛ laserbrain's exposure.

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker, public sex, possessive anakin

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detroit: become human

: ̗̀➛ precursor's deviant behavior

¡! ❞ connor, changed my entire life, one of my favorite fics of all time

: ̗̀➛ chaos_thirium's in dreams he came

¡! ❞ connor, incubus, monster fucking

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misc

: ̗̀➛ tinybluewitch's nothing's gonna hurt you baby

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, angst, slow burn, smut

: ̗̀➛ lettalady's a turn of the knife

I ¡! ❞ hugh "ransom" drysdale, very autumnal

: ̗̀➛ honeycombstrawberry's you are the only one

¡! ❞ adrian chase, fake/pretend relationship, haven't read yet tbh

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misc

: ̗̀➛ babbushka's poolside

¡! ❞ philip "flip" zimmerman, slightly public sex, protective husband flip

: ̗̀➛ hanasnx's final girl

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker, alternate universe, ghostface!anakin, murder

: ̗̀➛ matchmorphosis' hello, cowgirl

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, inspired me to get cowgirl boots

: ̗̀➛ carmybear's assembly required

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, established relationship, soft!carmy

: ̗̀➛ rassvetsky's carry you away with me

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, needy carmen >

: ̗̀➛ jangofctts's hot venom

¡! ❞ adrian chase, too much to mention, guided my adrian obsession

: ̗̀➛ love-toxin's shadysider sunshine

¡! ❞ tommy slater, one of my all time favorites, shower fucking, normal tommy

: ̗̀➛ keravnous' bathroom b!tch

¡! ❞ tangerine, bathroom sex, semi canon-complicit

nonpoppin's paul atreides works

¡! ❞ inspired me to write a 4k word essay about him

claireunoia's [8:00] mike wheeler

¡! ❞ mike wheeler, literally altered my brain chemistry

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mcu

: ̗̀➛ inklore's spectral tease

¡! ❞ druig, kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ greenorangevioletgrass' only joy, only anguish

¡! ❞ druig, also kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ silkscream's peter parker works

¡! ❞ just read them. all of them

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outer banks

: ̗̀➛ gxtitobxby's dark rafe blurb

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, changed my life, tw for dark!rafe and manipulation

: ̗̀➛ idcntlikedarkness's jj works ꕥ

¡! ❞ fueled my budding jj addiction, made me a jj lover, so srs

: ̗̀➛ folkloreslovechild's sweet nothing ꕥ

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron !!!, so so cute, literally my ideal scenario

: ̗̀➛ onsunnyside's innocent reader and jj

¡! ❞ jj maybank, drew inspiration from for 'teaching ethan how to kiss', love love love

: ̗̀➛ storiesbound's halley's comet

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, so super soft rafe, changed my life

: ̗̀➛ bettysupremacy's summer girl

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron prevails, channeling this when i go to isle of palms,

: ̗̀➛ forevermoreharrington's i looked at you like the stars that shine

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, love rafe begging for forgiveness,

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stranger things

: ̗̀➛ wtfsteveharrington's tequila & strawberry lip gloss + others

¡! ❞ robin buckley, steve harrington, smut with many feelings

: ̗̀➛ luveline's zombie apocalypse works ꕥ

¡! ❞ steve harrington, alternate universe, so cute

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scream

: ̗̀➛ slxsherr's feeling like i never should

¡! ❞ charlie walker, kirby reed, opened my eyes to charlie

: ̗̀➛ castieltrash's the devil has come home

¡! ❞ charlie walker, needy virg charlie>

: ̗̀➛ msgorrilagripcoohie's generous, tunnel vision, after hours

¡! ❞ chad meeks-martin, so chad the characterization is so good

blogs

: ̗̀➛ @fleurfairie

: ̗̀➛ @arachine

: ̗̀➛ @idcntlikedarkness

: ̗̀➛ @forevermoreharrington

: ̗̀➛ @neo-novaa

#𓆩♡𓆪 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𝟱𝗸/𝟲𝗸 #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic recs #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic recs #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson fic recs #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fic recs

[bloodycassian]

Long walk home. Reader x bucky barnes ABO SMUT - 18+ DNI IFI YOU’RE NOT 18+

Living alone meant dining alone. And on the long days after work when you didn’t feel like cooking, that also meant finding the best takeout on your own. 

Even if you were in heat. It wasn’t like anyone else would be able to get it for you. And you didn’t trust a random delivery person to not beat down your door once they smelled the pheromones that leaked from your door like a bakery. 

So you stashed your knife in your front pocket and hurried your way though the streets as nonchalantly as you could. The friction of the seam in your pants was not helping your scent, but thankfully, among the crowd most of the betas couldn't’ tell exactly who the smell came from. Most gave curious glances around, only a few adjusted their positioning while they stood waiting for the crosswalk. 

You dashed inside the cramped restaurant and grabbed your order, sitting atop the counter. When you turned, you nearly crushed it into the man waiting in line behind you. “Oh I’m-” You 

His throat bobbed, his eyes dark when they met yours. “Do you ahh.. need help with anything?” He asked, as if unsure of his own words. His hair was recently cut, only the font showing the slight curl of the pattern. His boxy face and sweet eyes made your stomach flip, and as you opened your mouth you noticed his hand.

His very shiny hand, that led to a shiny forearm, then bicep. “Shit-” You breathed, unable to smell your food any longer. All your senses had been taken up by him. The way his soap melded with the very male, very alpha scent of him. It demanded your attention. By the immaculate way his body was shaped, how you’d witnessed him on TV and in documentaries a thousand times but never thought you’d ever meet him. 

“I uh, I know you.” You said, unsure how to answer his question. What exactly was he offering to help you with? You could think of a thousand ways he could help, particularly the ways he could ease the throbbing in your cunt. “You’re James-”

“Bucky.” He corrected, and eyed the bag of food, his eyes dragging over your body in a way that made you want to melt through the floor. He leaned closer, lowered his voice and spoke so softly it gave you chills. “I can escort you, if you’d like.” He said, glancing over your shoulder to the patrons that stared at you from their seats. One man at the short bar area tossed a few dollars down, and left his half drink to approach you and Bucky. 

“Yes, please.” You breathed, ducking your head and hurrying for the exit. 

+

“You’re really an avenger now, aren’t you? Saving the citizens of New York, one at a time.” You poked fun at him, hoping to ease the thick tension in the elevator ride. The entire carriage filled with your scent mingling with his, and it was every bit as lovely as you’d imagined on the walk back.

“I’m calling it my good deed for the day.” He said, taking in the shortest breaths possible. If he let himself smell your heat, the wetness that he was sure was between your thighs, he couldn’t weigh the possibilities that he’d be able to stop himself. Even during the small walk over, it took all his effort to try to act as normally as possible when other men looked her way. When they stared at her, at the way her hips moved and the hungry look in their eyes. 

Bucky had shared women before, hadn’t had a problem with it. But he’d never had a woman in heat before. He’d never wanted to test himself like that, unsure that he’d be able to stop himself from the urge to knock her up and be stuck with a kid on his payroll the rest of his unforgivingly long life. 

He wished he hadn't offered this in the first place. His cock strained against his pants, though he’d already tucked himself three different times when you weren’t looking. He watched as the elevator numbers went up, and up and up… jesus, how tall could the building be? 

He couldn’t look at you, couldn’t risk a glance in your direction. He’d nearly taken you into an alley on the way over when he’d stared too long at your ass as you led the way. And God, he could scent how badly you wanted. How much your body needed a male right now. Not a beta. The thought alone made his temper flare. No, you needed a good fucking from an Alpha, and he wanted to be the one to do it. He wanted to hear his name on your lips as he made you come undone on his cock, wanted to-

The door dinged, and he followed you out, taking a deep breath of the clean air. His mind cleared, but the desire didn’t. She started walking down the hall, towards one of the many unremarkable doors. “Are you coming?” She called, juggling the food while she pulled out a key. 

He approached slowly, eyeing the distance from her room to the elevator, taking in every small detail of the hall in search for threats. He’d never leave his paranoia behind, and he accepted it. It’d saved his life more than once. It also worked to calm his hard-on, so he could think about actually helping you instead of being a deterrent for other males.

He took your takeout bag, looking to the welcome mat splattered with stains. It was a design he could hardly make out. A cartoonish AR-15, and worn text that said “If the dog doesn’t get you, this will.” 

He scoffed a laugh. 

“What?” You asked, taking your food from him once you jammed the door open. The thing was off it’s hinges slightly, and required a good hip check to open. 

He gestured to the mat. “You don’t strike me as someone who can handle an AR.” 

“It’s a deterrent. Works great when I put the boots out.” You said proudly, placing your food and keys on the table just beside the door. 

“Boots?” He asked, stiffening when the scent of your apartment hit him. It was a goddamn wall of desire, raking over every one of his senses and assaulting his mind with need. His cock twitched. 

“Yeah, mens boots. Keeps the creeps away.”

“Well where are they now?” He asked, concern coating his mind. Had she had so many run ins with weirdos that she’d had to resort to false threats? He prayed she actually had a gun. 

“Maybe I’m not trying to keep people out, right now.” She said, leaning against the door and biting her lip. His heart ticked up a beat, blood rushed through his ears so loud he could hardly hear his own voice. 

“Why would that be, sweetheart?” 

She didn’t answer, but instead shrugged and turned away, leaving the door wide open as she peeled off her tank top and tossed it on the back of the couch. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath, inhaling the very sweet, tantalizing scent of her. “If I come in, is a dog going to attack me?” He asked, already toeing off his boots. If he’d known he’d be getting laid when going out this evening, he would have at least dressed better. 

“Another deterrent.” She called, turning on a soft lamp in the corner. Leaving his shoes outside the door, Bucky shut it with a loud creak of the hinges. 

“Is the door one, too?” He asked with a smile, eyes roaming over her gilded frame where she stood at the end of the couch. His mouth watered at the sight of her perked nipples and soft skin. 

“No, that’s just my landlord being an asshole.” She smiled.

She approached him slowly, easing off his jacket with his help. The motions were slow, like both of you wanted the other to know they could be done with this. That this didn’t have to happen if they didn’t want it. An unspoken hesitation that charged the air with challenge. Who would break their unspoken rule first? Who would touch the other first? It felt like a dam readying to break, cracking beneath the weight of desire. 

His shirt went next, Bucky swearing to himself when it caught on one of the layers of metal on his arm. He fought to control his breathing, to keep it slow. He didn’t want to rush you, didn’t want to make it a fast fuck that he’d leave right after. No, he wanted to enjoy every moment of this. Especially with such a beautiful, funny omega. In his years he’d met men and women both that had wanted him for his body, for his title, or for his fame. This seemed different. She didn’t pursue him. She’d left that door open, completely up to him to decide if he wanted to be a part of this or not. And the more time he spent in your presence, the more he wanted to stay. Your hand coasted over his bare chest, raising goosebumps over his arms.

His mind raced with ideas to come back. He could offer to fix the door. He could offer his services if she were in heat again. Fuck, he’d cook her dinner if she thought she had to go out during her heat. A part of him roared in anger that she’d even risked going out in the first place. Another was thanking the universe for her craving that led you both to the same place.

“I can hear your stomach growling.” He said, voice low and gravelly. His mind was a tornado of thoughts. The urge to take care of you, the ideas to get to stay, how to make you his, and above the rest, looming over like a cloud, he needed to be inside you.

“I can hear your belt straining.” She countered. Quick. Witty. His cheeks were already warm, but now they flared. Of course she knew, who wouldn’t know. With her scent mixed with her being fucking topless before him, no shit he was hard.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I guess the answer depends if you’re going to fuck me or not.” You said, tension and impatience lacing your tone. 

Oh fuck. Oh, fuck this. His temper ignited. Her tone, her very presence caught him aflame with desire, need warring with a want he’d never had before. He wanted to punish you. He wanted to show you just how good he’d fuck you. Then you wouldn’t be asking again. He’d make sure you knew that if she asked, he’d give himself to her. That she’d only have to ask, first. 

His lips met yours with a heated, quick energy that you responded with in kind. His lips crushed against yours with bruising force, teeth sinking into lips and skin and tongues lapping at areas you’d never thought of before. His ran from your neck to your collarbone in a flat, long lap before he was pulling your pants down, revealing your naked cunt. He knelt before you, took a deep breath in and looked up. 

Your legs trembled at the sight of him there. Dark eyes and hair and immaculate body, his cheeks flushed. It was a sight you’d wished you could get a picture of.

His hands went to your thighs and pushed you back onto the couch, your lower half propped up against the arm while your back laid comfortably against the leather. His one hand, warm and soft, squeezed and massaged your thighs. The other, cool mechanical hand lifted your leg over his shoulder and wrapped around it, holding you in place. Warm, long kisses pressed against your inner thighs, his tongue leaving chill spots the entire way up. 

His mouth grazed over your waiting pussy, he laid his tongue flat against your clit and watched as you jolted from the shock of it.

“Fuck-” You breathed. He hummed, the vibrations going through your body and causing a chill to break out over your skin. 

He started slow, building and building his pace, his eyes occasionally darting up to watch you writhe in pleasure before him. His cock was aching, need filling the marrow of his bones. He wondered distantly if he would be able to last, once he was inside of you. His arm flexed when your thigh threatened to fall from his shoulder, and he lapped at your sex while bringing you higher up on the arm of the couch.

 The taste was incredible, sending him further into a frenzy of determination. He wanted to make you come. He wanted to make sure you came until you physically couldn’t any longer. You were a delicacy that he needed more of. 

He slid two fingers against your folds, collecting the wetness there before pushing inside you slowly. His hips rolled forward at the feeling. The warm, hot mess you were… he could feel the precome leaking from the tip of him inside his pants. Her legs flexed again, a loud moan making him groan along with you. He curled his fingers, spearing into the spot inside of you expertly. He pulled off your clit to watch his own fingers delving inside of you, working the moans from your mouth. “That’s right sweetheart-” He encouraged, thrusting his fingers in and out, drooling over the sight of you. “I’m gonna make you come. Can you do that for me?” He said, voice deep and needy. 

You nodded, but the gesture was lost. His fingers stopped. His hand pinched your nipple, hard, drawing a strangled moan from you. “Say it.” He demanded. 

“Yes- Yes!” You panted, bucking your hips to him, trying to get him to move as he had been. 

“Yes what, sweetheart?” He kissed your thighs, and worked his fingers back into the rhythm slowly. 

Fuck no. You wouldn’t be begging him to make you come. You could do that on your own. Stubbornness and spite fueled you. You pushed yourself up, brought yourself from his mouth and pushed him back with a foot. Caught off guard, he rocked back long enough for you to right yourself on the arm of the sofa and catch his lips with yours. You made quick work with his pants, and finally had his cock in your mouth within a few moments. 

“Fuck-” He hissed. If he wasn’t sure about his longevity before, he was now. He was somewhat thankful that you were easing him of the ache, but even more grateful that he’d be able to fuck you without worrying about coming inside you. Your mouth was incredible. Perfect rhythm, perfect warmth and fuck- He squinted his eyes shut and to resist the urge to hold you in place with his cock down your throat.

 Within a few minutes, he was surging, his balls so ready to release that he saw stars. “I’m going to-” You swiped your tongue over the tip of him and he was done. He came with a shuddering gasp that left your sex dripping for more of those sounds. He spilled inside your mouth and shook slightly when you brought yourself upright. His silver hand gripped the couch, exposing the white stuffing inside. You watched him a moment as he collected himself,  his breathing heavy and labored turned into senseless curses mixed with promises of what exactly he was going to do to you. 

His teeth sunk into your lip and with ease, he lifted you from the floor and bent you over the couch. “Gonna fucking give you exactly what you want-” He muttered, stroking himself a few times before rubbing the length of his cock against your waiting pussy. The heavy head of him tapped at your clit, and he rubbed it there a moment, enjoying the way your body reacted to everything he did. 

You were on fire. The core of you was burning up, and if he didn’t completely fuck you soon, you’d be ash. Your thighs pressed together, rocking against your clit in desperation. He spread your legs back apart and pressed his fingers there, rubbing you slowly. Too slowly, your body needed him, needed his knot, all of him.

“You’re bad aren’t you?” He asked, sucking marks into your back as he coated his cock with your wetness. “Don’t take orders from no one, do you?” You couldn't help but smile at that. You didn’t expect him to like that about you, not when his title as the winter soldier went against that very idea. 

“Not if it gets me a better fucking-” You hissed as his cock slid inside you, stretching and claiming you. 

“That’s what you need, a good fucking, right?” He said, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in. You whimpered, arms shaking as you held yourself up on the couch. Coolness pressed into your back, easing you down. Your ass raised higher in the air, his other hand slapped and gripped your cheek, shaking it slightly.

 “I think I can give you that.” He snapped his hips forward and your hands gripped for anything to hold you in place. Instead, his hands went to your hips, one of his feet to hooked over the arm of the couch, and he held you steady while fucking into you. You were moaning something, you weren’t sure but he liked it. The need of your orgasm was climbing rapidly, your walls clenching around him with every thrust. The knot at the base of his cock was beginning to swell, catching on the inside of you with every few thrusts. 

It was loud. Your skin slapping against his as he took you was enough, but mixed with both your moans, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a complaint letter in the mail in the next few days. 

“Please-” You didn’t know what you wanted more of, but you needed it. You were so close, so nearly there that- 

He pushed down, shifting you up slightly and pressed you into the couch. He rocked into you harder, forcing your clit to grind against the material. Your insides spasmed, and seemed to take him even deeper as your climax peaked and you fell into bliss.

Oversensitivity was apparently non-existent with him, and within a few more of his thrusts you were coming again, legs shaking violently. He breathed some kind of encouragement, his knot expanded quickly at the sensation of you around him, his own arousal peaking again while your cunt milked him. The fullness of him pressed inside your entrance caused another wave of pleasure to overtake you, and you cried out as the slightest motion against the couch sent you over the edge again. 

It felt endless. A downpour of pleasure that had you melting beneath him, shuddering and panting and drooling against the cushions. He leaned against you, but didn’t put his full weight on you. You could feel his heartbeat through you bodies, and your eyes felt suddenly heavy. Two sleepless nights pleasuring yourself in a attempt to keep the heat at bay had made you exhausted. 

Within moments you’d come three times, each of them hard enough that they left you exhausted, sated for at least a little while.

You woke hours later, while it was still dark out with Bucky at your side in your bed. You felt suddenly self conscious about the state of it, but realized he’d probably seen much worse than a few piles of clothes lying around. You took stock of him, each scar that dotted his face and the ruffled hair that stood out at odd angles. His face was so relaxed, so peaceful like this. Even with his soft snoring, he was more than just handsome, he was rugged. Intimidating, if giving the right look. No wonder no other men had approached you on the walk home. 

Your eyes roamed over the rest of him, how he’d pulled a spare blanket over himself instead of going beneath the quilt with you. Had it been for your comfort or for him to slip out more easily in the morning? Was it a limitation he set for himself? If it was, why hadn’t he left already?

You watched his breathing, making sure he was deep asleep before running a finger over the cold metal of his arm. Intricate layers of metal, locked together so tightly and thoroughly that it felt like a continuous piece of metal.

 Idly, You wondered how he ever took a plane anywhere. Your hand drifted to his, where you found half a fortune cookie. He’d helped himself to your dinner, apparently. Your laugh shook the bed, but he didn’t wake. You got up, used the bathroom and went to the kitchen to heat your meal back up.

He’d placed your takeout in the fridge, along with a note with his number. So he had planned to leave in the morning. But he’d wanted to see you again. 

You warmed up the food and when done, found the shirt he’d taken off. You pulled it around you, reveling in the scent of him on it. When you returned to the bed, he wrapped you in his arms almost immediately, pulling you close to his chest and tucking his forehead against your neck.

“Gonna fix that door.” He muttered groggily. 

#BUCKY X READER #READER X BUCKY #BUCKY BARNES FIC #ABO FIC #ABO #MCU FIC

[mochie85]

Creature Comforts - Chapter 6

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Summary: Loki is enamored by you, and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone? A/N: I know I said that this would be the last chapter, but it got too long. So I split it up. There will be at least one more to go. Also, I added people to the tag list that didn't really request to be on it. So, if you'd like to be removed, please let me know. I didn't mean to overstep my bounds. On the flip side, if you'd like to be added to my tag list for this or any future work, please don't hesitate to let me know. Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Action/fight sequence, blood, cursing, knives, pointy objects.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” Loki yelled at him. A flash of green smoke started to emanate from his body.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Said the familiar voice next to you as he pulled his ski mask off.

“Chris!” You yelled in disgust. “Let me go!” You tried to pull your hair away but your feet kept slipping. You didn’t have enough strength to pull yourself out of his grasp. You tried grabbing his arms, his wrist, to claw your way free, but he was covered with his leather jacket and gloves.

“Back up.” He commanded Loki. When Loki didn’t relent he repeated himself. “Back up! Now loverboy.”

“I should’ve broken that hand when I had the chance,” Loki growled, stepping back.

Chris pulled on your hair tighter. “Don’t think of doing anything funny. Don’t even try to call that virtual assistant!” He said as his knife slid close to your back. “I can think of a hundred different ways to stab her and make sure she never walks again.”

“Why are you doing this Chris?” You barked.

“I’m sorry cupcake. I was supposed to stay the entire month, possibly longer. Make you take me back. I needed time. I needed the money.”

“I made sure you got your pay.” You grunted.

“No. Not that trifle of an allowance. I was hired to retrieve something you stole. Imagine to my surprise that my security clearance still works.” So that’s why the alarms haven’t been raised. That’s why he was still able to get in.

“Who are you working for?” Loki asked as he eyed the sharp blade against your back. It drew a thin line of red from where it scraped against your skin. Would he be able to get to you in time before Chris drove that blade in deep?

“You and your friends intercepted a shipment of soldier serum bound to Mr. Fisk. He offered to bail me and my practice out of debt if I found and retrieved it.”

You remembered the mission you went on months ago. Steve and Tony just came back with reports of the serum being sold from Madripoor. You, Sam, and Bucky went to retrieve it.

That was before the explosion in the lab. That was when Loki had just started to make his way into your life. His boldness. His shameless flirting always getting you flustered. You tried to harness his energy now. His bravado.

 “Fat chance of that ever happening. Especially now.” You snorted. Chris dug the knife slightly into you, piercing your skin just behind your ribs. You yelled at the sudden pain. His hands came over your mouth, stifling your cries for help. His grip over your mouth was strong. It was crushing and nearly suffocated you, blocking the entrance of your nostrils. You knew you were weak, but this was…extra. Almost like he was a super soldier.

Your eyes grew wide with dread and understanding. Loki summed it up as pain and fear.

“Alright. Alright. Stop!” Loki yelled.

“Was I interrupting something?” Chris asked. “It looked like you were on your knees begging.” He said to Loki. “A little lover’s quarrel, perhaps? Always making a scene, eh cupcake? Making us both kneel before you. To be at your service.” You snarled at the comment.

Loki laughed as he paced in front of you, keeping his distance for your safety. As he walked, his armor materialized on him. The smoke of green and gold evaporated into cool dark leathers. The golden metals of his bracers and breastplate now tarnished from countless battles.

“Do not flatter yourself. You were being paid to be on your knees. To help her recover. I knelt freely before her without her having to ask. You and I are not the same.” Loki ground out.

“Doesn’t matter. Where are they? Where’s the serum?” Chris yelled in your ear.

“Let her go and perhaps I’ll show you.” Loki said persuasively. “I might even show you Tony’s private wine cellar. There are a couple of bottles in there you could easily barter for a hefty sum.”

“I don’t need you. I have her. She’ll show me where she hid it, then I’ll take her as assurance that you would let me walk out of here unharmed.” Chris sneered. His grip on you getting tighter.

“You’re right. I’d sooner throw you off the balcony than let you live after the way you’re treating her.” Loki threatened back.

Even as an Avenger, Chris still has the audacity to think you’re weak and unable to do anything. The damsel in distress. He would always see you as that pathetic loner who was clingy.

He underestimated the fact that you wouldn’t sacrifice your life just so he wouldn’t have access to that serum. With you gone, Loki would be free to attack him. He wouldn’t need to worry about you.

You bit his gloved finger hard. You’re pretty sure it didn’t break his skin but you surprised him enough for him to yell in pain. “Ah! Stupid bitch!” His dagger came up to your neck this time, threatening to slit your throat.

All Loki could see was red-hot rage as he crossed the short distance and grab the hand that held the dagger. He squeezed hard. Chris fell to his knees screaming in pain and involuntarily let you go, as well as the dagger.

You fell to your knees, your legs shaking and weak, having stood up for so long.

“Mind how you speak to her.” Loki hissed. Chris punched wildly. Throwing jabs left and right just to be free of Loki’s grasp. Loki dodged them expertly, even with one hand occupied.

One blow did land on Loki’s jaw and he staggered back. Loki looked up surprised. He wasn’t expecting such strength from a mortal.

“Su-super soldier.” You panted out pointing to Chris.

Loki grunted and rolled his eyes, setting his jaw in place. He’s had enough of these soldiers running around. “Everyone thinks they can be Captain Steve Rogers.”

He came up to Chris and a fight ensued. You could hear the soft thuds of fists against leather, as you tried to regain your breath. Chris was thrown halfway across the living room and landed on the television, knocking it down to the floor.

He got up quickly and rammed straight into Loki, pushing him up against the bar. The corner of the counter digging into Loki’s spine. Chris produced another knife. A smaller one but it looked just as deadly. He held it against Loki’s throat, pushing with all his borrowed strength to try and harm the god.

You didn’t have a moment to think. You grabbed the discarded knife that Chris threw earlier on the floor and stood up quickly. Your legs protested. Your muscles felt like they were concrete and the blood flowing through them was tar. You moved as quick as your legs allowed you and focused on your grip. Fingers don’t fail me now.

With small micro cuts, you moved quickly, slashing Chris’ leather jacket into tatters on the floor. With one final swing and a turn of the blade, you stabbed Chris on his right flank.

He yelled in agony as he swung back and smacked you across the room. You flew back and landed on the couch. Chris, in his anger, pursued you.

But not before Loki could grab the handle of the dagger, still sticking out of Chris’ side, and twist it. Chris fell to his knees in aguish. Loki towered over him and gave him a backhanded slap, right across the face. “Unworthy swine,” causing Chris to black out on the floor, unconscious.

You righted yourself up, using the couch to help stabilize you. You saw Loki dragging an unconscious Chris across the living room floor. His side bleeding out onto the plush carpets.

Loki kicked open the balcony doors and continued to drag Chris outside.

“Loki! Loki what are you doing?” you yelled out to him. “Loki!”

You couldn’t feel your legs anymore. They were numb and stiff. You crawled your way towards the balcony using your elbows and arms to pull you through. Small glass shards from the television hid in the long grains of the carpet. Scratching you as you dragged yourself towards the balcony.

Loki picked Chris up by his throat and dangled his body over the railing. Chris’ blood sopping his shirt, dripping down his legs. One last time, legs. Come on. One last time, you thought to yourself.

Chris woke from his lifeless state, only to be surprised that he was dangling ninety-three stories up. He grabbed Loki’s wrist that held him.

“Break my wrist and you fall. Go on. Absolve me of the guilt and verdict of having thrown you to your death!” Loki hissed. Chris sputtered and gagged. He was unable to make a sound, his super soldier strength failing him. “But tell me why I shouldn’t let you fall anyway.” He said in a merciless tone.

Loki’s eyes were vacant and dark. There were no signs of light in them. No mischief. Just pure rage and suffering.

He was tired. He was tired of not getting what he truly wanted. He was tired of fucking everything up. He was tired of hurting the people he loved. He just wanted to crack. Wanted someone else to feel what he felt.

And to him, right now, Chris embodied all that he hated about his life.

You reached Loki’s boot. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself. You pushed up with all your strength and stood up once again next to Loki. Tired and wobbly.

“Loki,” you whispered. You wrapped your arms around him. Hoping to convey that you were next to him. “Don’t do this, my love. You are worth more than this anger. You are more than this moment in time.” His skin had grown cold. His face was pale and had a bluish tint around his prominent cheekbones and temples. You could see his once blue-green eyes turn a deep shade of red.

You lifted your fingers and soothed out the crease in between his brows. You cupped his cheek and ran your thumb across his lips.

“Come back to me, Loki.” You hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist, under his long cloak. You nestled your head against the crook of his neck.

“Somewhere on the other side of this wide night And the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.”

You held on tighter. Nuzzling his neck, smelling his cologne. You drowned out the whimpers that Chris was making behind you and focused on Loki’s ragged breathing. You placed your lips on his neck and spoke the words on his skin.

“This is pleasurable. Or should I cross that out and say That it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing An impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.”

“La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine The dark hills I would have to cross To reach you. For I am in love with you and this Is what it is like, or what it is like in words.”

You whispered the poem to him. Hoping it’ll reach him the way it reached out to you when you were under. Chris yelled and screamed, hanging on by the mercy of an angry god.

Slowly, you could see Loki’s eyes return to their blue-green. Sparkling and clear. He staggered a few breaths as he realized what he was doing. His grip on Chris’s throat got tighter, but only to make sure he didn’t drop him as he moved him back onto the balcony.

Chris’ wound opened up more. He clasped his side to stop the bleeding.

“Darling. A-Are you alright?” Loki asked cupping your cheeks. His hands roamed your arms and your shoulders, checking for any signs of injuries. The salt of his skin stinging the tiny cuts around your arms.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” You wrapped your arms around him and collapsed.

⬅️Chapter 5 | Chapter 7➡️

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I’ve Been Loving You For Quite Some Time-Ken/Curt

Summary: Curt takes a trip down memory lane when Ken finds his journal from his recovery.

WC: 2,360

C/W: Mentions of an abusive relationship, Curt losing his leg, and his guilt complex.

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Curt was out of the house today and Ken finally thought today would be the day to clean out their closet. Sometimes Ken liked having time to himself to clean, he could get their space organized. Plus it’s how they split the chores, Ken took care of the house and Curt took care of the animals. 

Ken stared at the top shelf of the semi small walk in close, wiping his hand over his face. Okay, let’s start here. Ken pulled down the totes from the top of the shelf. Curt’s duffle from the air force  getting knocked in the process. A navy blue moleskin journal falling to the floor of the closet. A photo falling out in the process. Ken had seen this journal before from back when they were still living with the Clevens. He picked up the journal and the photo flipped it over. The edges of the photo were worn, but he hadn’t seen this picture before. Ken was sitting on Curt’s lap with his arms thrown around his neck, their foreheads touching. The absolute sparkle in Curts eyes looking at him. 

Ken flipped open the journal to tuck the photo back in. The page full of Curt’s messy scratches in black ink. 

September 16th, 

Can’t believe I’m still writing in this thing. I hate that it makes sense to write down the way that I feel. I don’t know if I feel anything, sometimes I just feel numb. The world is just passing by and I’m stuck here. The only time I feel something is when that sweet, sweet boy smiles at me.

Ken stuck the photo in the journal and closed it. It felt wrong to go through Curt’s journal. He’d set it aside for him to look at later, he thought it would be something important to keep. Curt had come so far in life after being dealt a not great hand of cards by the universe. He had come so far of adapting back into civilian life, he loved his job and he still supported his family. Even going as far as helping his mom get back on her feet and making sure Sawyer was doing well in college and helping him out.

Ken was just incredibly proud of Curt, they had a house, incredible nieces, their animals. Things had been really bad at one point or another but everything had figured itself out. They were happy. 

“I’m home,” Curt hollered, tearing away Ken’s attention from the block of cheese he was cutting up. Then the sounds of Humvees nails clacking and his paws thundering down the hardwood floors. The dog running into the kitchen practically at a hundred miles an hour all hyped up from running the trails with Lady.

“Hey there,” Ken squatted down, the German Shepherd bounding straight into him, nearly knocking him to the ground. He giggled as Hums delivered enough kisses to Ken’s face to supply him for a lifetime.

“Can’t believe he’s not worn out.” Curt came into the kitchen immediately taking out his after workout, weird drink mix from the cabinet. 

“How far did you guys go?”

“We went to the lake, Bucky thought he was going to have to put Lady in between him and the saddle on the way back.” 

“Well, at least he’ll get himself worn out before we go to bed…hopefully?” Ken set down the knife, “Do you want some cheese?”

“Mhm,” Curt snatched a slice of cheese from the charcuterie board Ken had been working on, “Did you get to do your tidying up?”

Ken smiled to himself whilst slipping a piece of cheese to Hums. He knew Curt hated cleaning but he also hated the clutter, from years of growing up in a tiny cluttered apartment. “Yeah, I sorted through some clothes I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep. They’re in the laundry basket on the bed.” 

���I’m gonna go shower, but I’ll be back after, yeah?” Curt slid an arm around Ken’s waist pulling him into a kiss, “Thank you.” 

“Yeah, you know I don’t mind doing it.” Ken pecked another kiss to Curt’s cheek letting him walk away. Hums staying at his feet waiting for another piece of cheese to magically fall for him. 

Curt tugged his shirt off, wiping down his face with it. He needed the fresh air and to just talk to John today. They’d taken the horses out and went for a ride, the dogs chasing after each other on the trail. It’s what he needed. 

Tossing the shirt into their basket of dirties he noticed a familiar, navy blue moleskin journal sitting on his nightstand. One he hadn’t seen in a couple years…maybe since they moved in? He grabbed it, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. God, he used to hate this journal more than he hated his now beloved physical therapist. He opened up a random page with a photo paper clipped in. John had become a menace of taking pictures, the instagram years were transforming into his Facebook mom years. Gale encouraged him by telling Curt that collecting good memories would be important to look back on. 

Curt smiled down at the photo of baby Cordelia on his lap, setting it off to the side he stared down at the journal page. 

August 29th,

We both slept through the night, last night. I’m proud of Ken but I don’t know how to say that. It sometimes feels wrong to sleep next to him, I was the one who broke up with him. I was the reason he was even with Dominic in the first place. 

Gale keeps telling me that it’s not my fault, I wish my brain would agree with him. 

Unfortunately, I have to write the positives since I’ll have to share this entry at my next appointment. John and I started career searching, I’m itching to get back in the air. I can’t even lie about that, a couple nights ago I had a dream I was back in the pilot's seat. Just absolutely clear blue skies, with some puffy white clouds. Ken was there too, sitting in the co-pilot seat. It was like some scene out of Top Gun, when Tom Cruise steals the plane to take that girl for a ride? 

Curt clipped the photo back in and flipped to another page. 

November 17th,

The days are inching closer to when I have to see my ma again.  It’s not like I don’t want to see her, it’s just hard to be around her. She’s never sitting still and prodding all kinds of unwarranted questions. “When are you and Ken going to get married?” 

I don’t know ma? I don’t know if we’re even ‘dating’ again, whatever that means when you’re 25.

“When are you and Ken going to buy a house of your own?” 

I don’t know, Ma? I haven’t even been home for a full year.

I could go on, Gale invited her to the thanksgiving he’s hosting. I don’t know if his parents have even met her before and I’m not sure if I want them to meet her either. But she’s going to be there and everytime I call her she tells me how excited she is to see her boys together again. 

Curt chewed on his lip knowing he didn’t really want to read any further. He loved his Ma but he had to set his boundaries with her, truly the thanksgiving dinner went well that year. He remembered taking a nap in the afternoon sun with Ken. Their curtains pulled back while the golden hour light pouring into the shared guest room. 

Curt let a small smile pull on his lips thinking about it. He shut the journal knowing he’d return to it later. Ken was waiting for him and who was he to keep his husband waiting.

He returned to the journal later, instead of playing candy crush till Ken was done reading and went to bed. 

Curt rolled over in bed turning on his lamp picking up the journal. “Oh yeah, I set that over there. It fell out of the closet and I wasn’t sure where you wanted it?”

“Yeah I glanced at a few pages earlier. I used to have to keep it for therapy.” Curt didn’t really like sharing his entries with others. If he really couldn’t get it off his mind, he would just talk about it with Ken.  

“I remember seeing you with it.” Ken tapped his bookmark on Curts shoulder. Remembering the sleepless nights they would have together like some trauma bonding experience. Curt would lay on his stomach journaling and he would read or sometimes just stare at the ceiling or at Curt’s bare back. If he really could see Curt’s discomfort he’d murmur a soft Curtie and place a hand on his shoulder and begin to rub it. 

“It always felt like this weird eye sore to me during the first few months. It made me feel like there was evidence of me going crazy.” 

“I know, you used to hide it under your pillow when I came into the bedroom.” Ken snickered.

“I felt like some teenage girl writing in her diary about the boy she liked.” Curt rolled his eyes.

Ken side eyed him a small smirk with the dimples in his cheeks.

“Well I guess that’s exactly what it was…well it was 24 year old Curt.” He shook his head and kissed Ken’s cheek and settled back into the bed. 

He picked the journal up flipping open to a page with a photo clipped in towards the beginning of the journal. The picture he suddenly could jump back in and live. Laying on the hardwood floor of the hallway in the Cleven house. Giggles erupting from both of them as Meatball licked their faces. 

September 2nd, 

I can’t even lie, I'm excited to write about this today. I actually laughed again…not just some fake laugh or forced but a real genuine laugh. My sweet sweet boy <3. He surprised me with a new pair of heelys, I always wore them back when we were younger. He’d chase after me once catching up, attacking me in kisses.

He wanted to help me learn to use them with my prosthetic. So that was today's task, especially since Buck wasn’t here to put a stop to it. I can still hear him back when we were younger “no wheels in the house guys. I’m not reliable for cracked open heads.” 

Me and Kenny, we spent all day workin’ on it. I felt confident in myself so Ken stood at the other end of the hallway. I took a few steps hitting the wheels, I lost my balance though. Hit the floor, a moment of silence going between us before I started laughing. I just couldn’t stop something about this just felt so different. It’s like the wave finally titled and I could breathe again. I’m back home, I have Kenny, I have Buck and Bucky, my new niece…it still feels crazy to think about it. 

Curt smiled to himself remembering him and Ken laying on the floor laughing. Meatball coming to check on them and proceeding to kiss them all over. Gale and John got home in the midst and John took the picture. 

“Kenny,” Curt flipped the photo so Ken could look at it. 

“That was such a good day.” Ken took the photo from Curt’s hands looking at it closer. But Ken was right, that was a good day. That day it almost clicked in Curt that everything was going to be okay. He’d have good days and bad days just like everyone else. Ken would heal from the trauma left from his ex. They were married for crying out loud. Curt definitely didn’t see that one coming. 

“I’m so grateful for you,” Curt took Ken’s free hand, squeezing it gently, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I’m so glad I did it.” 

“I love you so much,” Ken set his book on the nightstand laying down next to Curt. He quickly pulled Ken into the crook of his shoulder. 

“I love you more, doll.” Curt peppered kisses onto Ken’s cheeks. Running a hand through his Carmel curls Curt placed a kiss on his head, “I’m glad I kept this.”

“That’s what I was thinking when I found it.” Ken traced his bare chest inhaling the scent of Curt’s musky aftershave, “You know I’m still so proud of you, Curtie.”

“I’m proud of you too, Kenny.” He always felt like the inconvenient time of him getting his leg blown off over shadowed Ken also going through a very traumatic time, “I feel like I don’t say it enough, I should. Because you’re so strong, you know that?”

“Don’t woo me, I have to work in the morning,” Ken snickered, lightly pressing a small kiss to his bare shoulder. Humvee let out a long exasperated sigh from where he laid on the end of the bed. 

“Yes we will go to bed soon, Hums.” Curt chuckled, the dog was spoiled truthfully. He was their baby and he was used to getting what he wanted. 

“He really told you to shut it.”

“He did, but I’m serious about my words. I should tell you how proud I am more often.”

“You’re doing a just fine job as a husband. I literally would give my leg too if that meant we could stay here forever just gazing at each other.” 

Curt gave him a cheeky smile, “Well we could…”

“We have too many animals to take care of, we couldn't.”

“That’s true, Hums would throw a fit if he didn’t get his daily run in the field.” 

“I love you so much, so much I can’t even tell you how much.” Ken leaned over, turning off his lamp and cuddling back into him. Curt takes in the scent of Ken’s lemony shampoo and rests his head on his shoulder. 

“No, I love you more.”

“Mmm, wrong.”

“To the moon and back?”

“To Jupiter and back.”

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Tell me more about Bucky! I love him so much thanks to your fic. (You don’t have to answer all of these if you don’t want to)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Ahh thank you bunches for the ask! I love Bucky and I love talking about Bucky so this is really fun!!! <33 Sorry this took so long to answer, I just wanted to really go into detail and I got kind of carried away haha.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

One thing about Bucky/The Winter Soldier, is that he is, simply, cool. He's so cool that I get all giggly and kick my feet when he comes on screen, like oh my Lord, he's so badass (excuse my language). Him and all his skills, and knife flips, and mask. He was a spy, and he was cool, full stop.

But he's still so gentle. I think that's what I like about him, underneath the cool, somewhat stoic exterior, he's such a gentle person. He had a sister, a younger sister that he cared for so much; in the comics he takes care of multiple children, and he's so good with them, as well as his cat. He's so soft, he's has such a soft heart that Hydra and Department X had to store him in cyo-freeze because he kept "malfunctioning" when asked to carry out missions.

2- Favorite canon thing about this character?

OOOH! That he owns the EXACT same gun with the EXACT same custom modifications as Brock Rumlow (who used to be a Hydra agent and interacted with Bucky while he was under their control). It just makes me so super curious, and makes me come up with all sorts of little theories. Is it a sort of revenge? Is it a sort of camaraderie? What is Rumlow's connection to Bucky exactly? I don't know, it's just such a cool little thing that has so much potential to it!

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

O Children by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

It's so haunting and so- him. It's just so him, and his relationship with Natasha Romanova, and it's absolutely perfect in my opinion.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Make him completely helpless. He's strong, he has such fight in him, and he is more than capable of thinking for himself (well, to an extent while he was under Hydra and Department X). A lot of people make it out that he didn't have opinions at all, didn't have personality-- that he was a complete robot, but I am so against that. He had personality. Sure, he was the Winter Soldier, but he was also a really skilled agent and spy who was in command of STRIKE teams and his own missions. Hydra tried to wipe him completely of his personality and past self, which is what we see in both the comics and the films, but his own person is so strong that it keeps coming back, so much so that they had to resort to keeping him under cryo-freeze in order to have some semblance of control over him. I bet he was quite cheeky in his own secret way while he was brainwashed as well, just with different programming that he didn't have a choice over!

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Oh I cannot just choose one thing, I have a few things that I adore to explore when writing Bucky, he's such a complex character and I adore digging into his little mine-ridden mind, picking it all apart, putting it on a table and reattaching everything together again. Call me Frankenstein the way I- *hacking*

One thing I really enjoy writing is the physical damage that comes with all the procedures that he was put through. He was subjected to electroshock therapy, has a prosthetic limb, has amnesia from both the shock therapy and a really, REALLY, long fall through the Alps. Realistically he would have some left-over effects if all of this was strong enough to have an impact on a super soldier. He is bound to seize once in a while, to have bad decision making, to still struggle with short-term memory, and I adore diving into that but in a more subtle way if you know what I mean? To show it without outright saying what is going on. For example in Noch', Ulitsa, Fonar', Apteka, he lacks insight into his decisions, and I tried my best to showcase that symptom he has without going: "Hey. Bucky has bad decision making because he has brain damage from constant electroshock throughout decades." I don't know, I just find it really fun to weave in.

Another thing I am a sucker for is his Russian side. He worked for the Russians for decades and decades, and his primary language was Russian for all that time, and he sort of partook in Russian culture, and their songs, and fairytales. He didn't get to experience American radio through the years, he experienced Russian radio. He didn't get to see the evolvement of American fashion, he got to see Russian fashion. Such little things that make a person feel connected to a culture. He knows the classic Russian films, he knows the books, the poetry. I think he sees himself as Russian as he sees himself an American, and that is something I adore writing and exploring, and something I will a hundred percent weave in while writing later stories.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

This one is super super hard, like SUPER hard haha because my other fandoms are Catch-22 and a whole buncha Russian literature books. I'm probably going to say he reminds me a lot of Rodya in a way. He's wracked with guilt, and it does make him quite unwell at times. John 'Bucky' Egen from Masters of the Air does also remind me of Bucky, and not just due to the name, but because they were both fun loving, cheeky boys during the war, and yet, were fiercely loyal to their best friend and would follow them into the "jaws of death". So yeah! John 'Bucky' Egen with a tinge of Rodya Raskolnikov!

Thank you so much for the ask I was SO delighted to see all the questions and I had so much fun thinking of the answers too! Hope you are doing well <3

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OK BUT THOR JUST ADORING BUCKY IN A BROTHERLY WAY AND BEING VERY TOUCHY IN LIKE A FRIEND WAY BECAUSE HES LIKE THAT AND STEVE, OBLIVIOUS AND VERY JEALOUS STEVE, IS JUST VERY VERY JEALOUS

yes, that would be it

NONNIE, MY BEAUTS, I FUDGING LOVE YOU 💕🥰💕🥰💕 you know, this ask made me grin like an idiot, and then I spent hours thinking about it, and then one thing led to another and it spawned this... thing? it's all kinda jumbled and unrefined, and I didn't give it a re-read so um. but yeah, you can find most of my ramblings under the cut :3

imagine if this is before the boys become a thing – they’ve been dancing around each other for the better part of a century, forever stuck in this relationship limbo because they are two big pining dumdums, with a history of trauma longer than the Nile and a deeply ingrained tendency to not talk about their feelings, and they’re hopelessly in love with each other, and also just. kinda hopeless in general. desperate to finally Make This Happen, but kind of at a loss as to how to do it.

after all, there never seemed to be a good time for this, right? they never seemed to have enough leisure and peace of mind to give this thing, this really important thing, the proper space.

but now, you know. now Bucky’s out of cryo, and their enemies are far away. there are no new wars in sight (shhh infinity war never happened), and most importantly, life in Wakanda has given Bucky the chance to find some peace, to rest, to take the first few steps of his journey towards recovery. so Steve figures, maybe. maybe for once the timing’s just right, and he can do what he’s been wanting to do since all his clothes were two sizes too big and his shoulders fit under Bucky’s arm as if the shape of him had been cut out of Bucky’s side. he can tell Bucky, and find out if Bucky feels the same way after all.

ENTER THOR.

and Thor, you see, he befriends Bucky as quickly and as naturally as he does everybody else.

Thor with the boisterous laugh of a godling in his prime and the eyes of an ancient soul; Thor who’s supposed to be the god of thunder, and yet beams as bright and warm as the sun.

Thor, who finds true enjoyment in making people feel good about themselves, and he’s always calling Bucky handsome, complimenting the progress of his beard, teaching him how to braid his hair the Asgardian way, patiently and eagerly, just like he was taught when he was a boy.

Thor is genuinely impressed by Bucky’s knife skills, the flipping and the throwing and the twirling – he himself was always more about power and momentum, rather than stealth and agility – but his brother, he tells Bucky with unsuspected fondness, his brother would find kinship in Bucky’s knack for sharp blades.

Thor never tiptoes around Bucky – on the contrary, he’s quick to sling an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, to slam his huge hand between Bucky’s shoulder blades with enough strength to generate a minor earthquake and make Bucky’s bones rattle like so many pebbles in a box.

Thor, who is a literal god and has the body show it, who’s battle-worn and fierce and still finds the time to pick wildflowers to bring as a gift for Bucky’s home, who owns two goats with super badass names (which then turn out to be the equivalent of Toothgap and Chews-a-lot), who could easily tuck Bucky under his arm and take him for a spin through the clouds with his magical hammer

and he’s gorgeous, and loyal, and generous, and a king amongst his people, and it would be so fucking easy to fall head over heels for someone like him

and then there’s Steve, who had only just managed to talk himself into confessing his feelings to the love of his life

and suddenly it’s like Thor is always there, and his hands seem to be on Bucky at all times – on Bucky’s arm, at his back, in his hair to weave it into lovely plaits – and Steve loves Thor, he does, but these days he also feels the occasional urge to bite Thor’s fingers off one by one

he’s jealous. he’s so fucking jealous it hurts. maybe he doesn’t even realize it at first, but then he recognizes it – this ugly feeling eating away at his insides, sitting unpleasantly in the pit of his stomach every time he sees Thor hover too close to Bucky for one second too long

and he hates it, he hates feeling this way. he knows he’s being unfair, to Thor and Bucky both. he can see how Thor’s friendship affect Bucky in the best way; how important it is for him, to have one person in the world who cares, who sees beyond his past and doesn’t resent or blame him for it; someone who values him, not just as an asset to use when the need arises, but as a man, as a person, as a friend

and Steve is glad, he truly is! Bucky deserves it all – the extra positive touch, the words of affirmation, the loud appreciation, all of it. he deserves to be surrounded by people who love him, who respect him, and he deserves to feel at ease with them, as he does with Thor

but.

but every time Steve hears him laugh at one of Thor’s jokes, or catches him listening avidly to one of Thor’s many tales, which sound better and more exciting than half the sci-fi novels out there, he can’t help but wish he were the one putting that gleam in Bucky’s eyes

when he sees Thor pull Bucky into a one-armed hug so easily, while he can’t even bring himself to take Bucky’s hand, look him in the eye and whisper the words he’s been carrying in his heart for so long–

when he goes back to their place – Bucky’s place – and is greeted by yet another trinket Thor brought back from his latest trip to this or that world, the number of them crowding every room now, like a constant reminder–

when he and Bucky sit together for dinner, or Bucky tugs him along for a walk through the fields, and the first words out of his mouth are “Thor told me...” or “Thor says that...”–

Steve is jealous. so jealous he can feel his heart darken with rot from the inside out, like an apple core crawling with worms.

and the thing is, superserum or not, Steve is only human – and one day, when they’re all together and Thor is being is usual, friendly, affectionate self, Steve snaps at him for no apparent reason

it takes him a moment to realize what he’s done, and the way Bucky’s looking at him... all Steve can think to do is stalk off to go sulk in private, and maybe let the ground swallow him whole

meanwhile, Bucky doesn’t know what to think – he’s surprised, and a bit angry, and very much confused. yes, Steve has been acting weird for some time, but this? this isn’t like him at all

Thor, on the other hand, he’s not half as oblivious as he may seem; he’s been watching for a while now, and he believes he knows what’s going on with his friend. so he takes Bucky aside and tells him. clasps Bucky’s shoulder, and with a warm, benevolent smile, of the sort you’d only ever see on an immortal being, he says, “I believe it’s time for you and Steven to have a conversation, my friend.”

and dammit, but Bucky thinks so, too

locating Steve is easy enough. Bucky finds him exactly where he thought Steve would be: sitting under the tree in their backyard, where they’ve spent many of their afternoons, reading to each other, dozing off in its shade, snacking on dried fruits and nuts as they sent cute cat videos and memes back and forth between them

he’s got one of the shepherd dogs curled up in his lap, and he looks so solemn and miserable, with his fingers buried in the puppy’s fur and his head hanging gloomily, Bucky almost feels bad for him.

he approaches calmly – he knows Steve is aware of his presence by now – and sits on the ground next to him, in the groove between the tree’s roots, which they have long since claimed as their spot.

It’s Steve who speaks first, a quiet mutter, like all the fight’s gone out of him.

“What are you doing out here?”

Bucky shrugs. “Came to see if you were fit for civil company again.”

He looks over – Steve’s chin is nearly touching his chest at this point, eyes trained carefully on a nondescript spot on the dog’s white fur. Well then, Bucky decides, if this is how it’s going to play out.

“You know, Thor says he fears he must have upset you somehow.”

Steve is quiet for a moment, but there’s something there, in the way his jaw clenches minutely under his beard, that tells Bucky he’s struck the right nerve.

“And why would he think that?” asks Steve.

“I don’t know, maybe because you were being an asshole to him?”

The tips of Steve’s ears burn red hot – shame, if Bucky had to guess. Good.

“You’re right,” Steve says eventually, sounding genuinely contrite. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have– I’m sorry.”

“You should apologize to him.”

Steve nods, “I will. I promise.”

and then it’s quiet again. Steve keeps rubbing his thumbs over the dog’s soft ears, silent, and it becomes clear to Bucky that if he wants anything to change here, he’s gonna have to make the first move.

“He’s got an interesting theory, you know. Thor,” he tells Steve casually, nudging Steve’s knee with his own. “He thinks you might be jealous.”

That catches Steve’s attention. His head snaps up, and this time he actually meets Bucky’s eye, stuttering, “Jealous? Wha– why would I, why would I be–”

But it’s precisely because he’s looking Bucky in the eye, that he can’t bring himself to finish that sentence.

“... Was it that obvious?”

He sounds so utterly mortified, Bucky can’t help a little smile there. “To some more than others. Subtlety’s never really been your thing, you know that.”

Steve sighs, leaning back against the tree trunk as tension visibly bleeds out of him.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I’ve been the worst lately. I should have been supportive, should have been rooting for you making a new friend, and instead I went and made it all about me. I’m sorry, I really am.” He goes back to scratching behind the dog’s ears, avoiding Bucky’s gaze, hesitant even as he adds, “I just... could tell how much you liked him.”

So there it is, then.

“And you thought that, since I had him now, I would just forget about you?”

The apples of Steve’s cheeks flush pink, high and full across his cheekbones. “It sounds so stupid when you put it like that.”

Good, Bucky thinks, because it is stupid. Steve is stupid – a stupid, endearing, adorable idiot, and Bucky wants to kiss the uncertainty off of his pretty face so bad it actually hurts to hold back.

“I do like Thor,” he says, watching Steve nod pitifully beside him. “He’s a good man, or– or god, or whatever he is in the first place. The thing is, he’s a good friend, and good friends are hard to come by. But Thor is not the one I want to be with. He’s not the one I want to fall asleep with, or wake up to, or come home to when the day’s work is done.”

Steve looks up, lips parted, a single grain of hope gleaming in his eyes. “He’s not?”

Bucky smiles, fond. Either Steve’s just that blind, or he’s playing dumb because he wants to hear Bucky say it; but that’s fine, too. That’s more than fine. Bucky’s gone without putting this into words for long enough. “No, Steve.”

“But there is someone.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, there is someone.”

He scoots closer, until their shoulders meet, and slips his metal hand in Steve’s own, letting Steve lace their fingers together.

“There’s this guy, you know, a good pal of mine. We go way back, basically grew up together, and I might deny this tomorrow, but I’ve been holding a torch for him since like, forever. I even asked him to move in with me – twice now, if you can believe that.”

Steve’s head tips gently against his, nuzzling briefly at Bucky’s temple. His breath is soft against Bucky’s cheek, and their hair whispers together, silk to silk. “Did you.”

Bucky hums. “First time around, we were still kids. He got all stubborn about it, figured it must be charity on my part, you know, a good Samaritan kind of deal. Never even crossed his mind that I might be more selfish than that. That he was home to me, and I wanted to be the same to him.”

The gentle squeeze of Steve’s hand around his is worth a thousand words. Bucky can feel them press into his skin, I remember, rich with fondness for the boys they used to be, and We know better now, soft and grateful, and more than that, sweeter than that, I’m right here, right here with you, deep at the core of who they’ve always been – ubi tu gaius, my love. Where you are, there I will be.

“But he came around,” Steve says, and Bucky can hear the smile in his voice as he says it.

There’s a happy ending somewhere in this story, close enough that Bucky can taste it on the roof of his mouth already, and they can spell it together, same as they’ve been doing since once upon a time.

“He sure did,” Bucky confirms. “The second time I asked him, though, he didn’t put up a fight. In fact, he didn’t try to argue at all. He said yes right away, and I thought. Maybe we’d both had enough of being apart. Maybe he wanted this as much as I did.”

“He did,” Steve promises without hesitation, body turning towards Bucky, seeking his gaze, and there’s no way Bucky could doubt him when they are like this. No way he could mistake the truth in Steve’s eyes for anything but what it is.

“And now he’s here with me,” he says. “Living with me. Building a home with me. He cooks with me, cleans up with me, stays up with me when I can’t sleep. He hangs our laundry all squared up like he’s due for an inspection, and he keeps buying more socks than either of us can ever wear, and he makes a face every time this other guy brings flowers into our home, because apparently, he should be the only one who gets to do that.”

And there’s the bright pink at the tip of Steve’s ears again, and the way he blushes all the way from the mole on his cheek to the three freckles on his neck, the way he ducks his head a little, embarrassed.

It’s moments like this that make Bucky sure: this is the man he wants. This doofus right here, who looks at him like he can’t help but, stars in his eyes, and tries so hard to hide the smallest of smiles under his beard, but he hasn’t quite learned how yet. Bucky thinks he never will. And to be honest, he kinda likes it that way.

He cups Steve’s jaw, stroking over the dimple he knows is there, buried beneath the soft bristles, and feels Steve’s smile curve under his thumb.

“I know him like the back of my hand, and still he surprises me some days. He knows me, too. Knows all there is to know, all the things that matter. He just hasn’t picked up on how much I love him yet. How happy he makes me. How jealous I get when our dogs like him better than me,” he adds, tipping his chin towards the overgrown puppy currently in Steve’s lap. Steve chuckles, and if Bucky could spend the rest of eternity just counting the crinkles around his eyes and kissing each and everyone of them, he would.

“I gotta say, this guy sounds like a mook,” Steve teases softly. “Might be you’re gonna have to spell it out for him.”

Bucky slips his fingers in Steve’s hair, pulling him in.

“You’re a dick,” he rumbles.

“I love you too,” Steve rumbles back.

“Kiss me,” Bucky tries to say, but Steve is already there.

#anon #stucky #wakanda stucky #rillers scribbles #well more like rillers rambles lol #i don't know how this got so out of hand #but it's silly and it was so much fun to scribble xD #thank you so so much nonnie <3 #seriously <3 #this just gave me the opportunity to take my mind off of things and just kinda rant mindlessly for like 2 days straight #and i couldn't be more grateful if i tried #bless you nonnie!! #i hope this didn't stray too far from what you were looking for :3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

2 pumpkins!!! 😭😭😭 my evanstan heart craves thinking 1 is for Seb and 1 for Chris ❤️❤️ just sharing thoughts

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Okay okay okay, so-

Thoughts:

Chris knows Sebastian is a full fucking grown man and he's well aware that he can and does regularly use knives proficiently without injuring himself by accident, but the first year they carve pumpkins together-

Chris is a little worried because he also knows that Sebastian is clumsy despite those aforementioned knife skills. Not that he voices those worries out loud though. He doesn't because he doesn't want to undermine Sebastian and he also doesn't want to treat him like a child that cannot be trusted with sharp object. Still, he doesn't want Seb to slip or goof off too much and maybe, accidentally hurt himself...

So, perhaps, Chris hovers a little too close to Sebastian, or he very very carefully hands over all the utensils (making sure to offer the knives to Seb by the handle), or he keeps stopping his own carving to watch Sebastian.

Which eventually, even though Chris doesn't say out loud that he's worried about Seb, Seb figures it out. He smiles crookedly at the realization, puts a hand on his chest, mock offended, and gasps, "are you seriously afraid I'm gonna hurt myself? I've carved pumpkins so many times! I practiced flipping knives for months for Bucky!" Then he slaps Chris' shoulder lightly, teasing, "talk about overprotective boyfriend!"

Chris is horrified for a moment, he knows Sebastian isn't serious--he can hear it in his voice easily--but... he can't stop his mind from racing to the negatively overprotective, controlling, and infantilizing base of those worries. Obviously, not the best instincts. Chris feels disappointed in himself, biting his lip.

Though-

He doesn't get to dwell on it.

Because Sebastian is quick to drop all his tools for carving, take the tools Chris had in hand away, and lean in to pepper his face with kisses. Promising, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" knowing how nasty the voices in the back of Chris' head can be. Sebastian goes on though, between kisses over his cheeks, nose, chin, forehead, and lips, showering him in affection, "I think it's really sweet, babe. You're very protective. It's nice. It reminds me how much you love me."

Chris kisses him back eagerly, grabbing onto him desperately and breathing, "I love you."

"I know. You show me every day-" Chris isn't ashamed to say his eyes water. "I love you too."

A soft sound is punched out of Chris' chest. Sue him. The holidays just make his bubbling emotions bubble even more--maybe bubbling over.

Sebastians grin is sweet and sunny despite the mess Chris is turning into, "besides, you're not wrong, Chris, you were there when I slipped in the shower this morning..." he laughs, cheeks pink.

"I was there," Chris murmurs softly. Holding Seb close.

Seb willingly collapses into Chris' welcoming lap with a dramatic flourish, "you were there and you saved me from cracking my head open on the shower floor! My hero. My prince in shining armor. Where would I be without you? Nursing bruises on my own or laying on the shower floor wondering how I got down there and why there's such a big bruise on my head," he chuckles.

Chris laughs, big and bright, at his playful teasing. It makes Seb smile hard enough his cheeks hurt.

Chris cards a gentle, giant hand through Seb's getting-long-again hair, whispering, "I love you."

Seb leans up into his hand like a kitten being stroked, he whispers too, voice tinted with a smile, "I love you too."

Bonus:

Some examples of Seb's (adorable) clumsy behavior:

Images from pinterest because that was the easiest way to track these down

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #halloween

[nighthoundsworld]

Some of my personal Next Avengers head canons because I still to this day believe this is Marvels most underrated work and they should definitely be brought back into 616 somehow

JAMES ROGERS

James has red hair like his mom and Blue eyes like his Dad

His Fighting Style is a combination of the 3 parental Figures he cares about

As he has the Skill and Technique of Steve, The speed and Agility of Natasha, and the Strength and Aggression of Bucky

Whenever James uses a Knife he flips it just like how Bucky does. He does it so much it’s a natural instinct of his something he doesn’t even notice he does

James favorite color is Red

Whenever he gets mad he curses in Russian

Whenever he misses his Mom he plays a Ballerina Jewelry Box to remember her

All through he has the physical traits of his Father he tends to act like his Mother the most

James has a personal Winter Soldier teddy bear on his bed to remind himself of his Uncle Bucky

James wears a Red hourglass necklace around his neck

Just like his Mother James is quite the catch

Also he’s an amazing singer something he keeps to himself as he always sings a soft song on his mothers birthday at her grave

His Full name is

James Clinton Rogers-Romanov

Francis Barton

Kate Bishop was his babysitter before Ultron killed the heroes and growing up he had a massive crush on her yet that didn’t stop their Sister-Brother relationship

Francis keeps his Mothers old Mockingbird goggles to honor memory. Never taking them off or leaving them to rest above his head

Francis has Platinum Blonde hair

His favorite color is purple

Francis and James have a competive rivalry but deep down they respect each other and are best friends basically seeing each other as brothers

Francis found out about his Fathers Past as Ronin and uses his Sword to change the dark legacy Assassian

Francis’s Bo can turn into a Bo-Staff and can even be split up into 2 metal Poles the same ones his Mother used

His full name is Francis Lucky Barton

Azari T'challa

When Azari turned 16 he unlocked his ability to be able to control weather like his mom

He forms Black Panther claws made of Black Lightning when he gets into a fight

When he’s angry a storm cloud appears over his head immediately making him laugh getting rid of his anger

Azari wears his Fathers Panther necklace to honor his legacy and shown proof that he is his son

#marvel #comics #616 hawkeye #the avengers #next avengers #james rogers #hawkeye #black panther #captain america #black widow #romanrogers #hawkingbird #X-men #avengers fanfiction

[warwidcw]

Combat Style

The Black Widow is known for being one of the most proficient fighters in the Marvel Universe, alongside Steve Rogers. She is trained in every known form of combat, and has a few notable types that she relies on often, based on the posing.

Russian Sambo: Russian Sambo is a form of martial arts, created in the Soviet Union in 1938. It relies on throws, pins, and joint locks. It permits leg attacks, such as takedowns, kicks and ankle locks/knee bars. Natalia has used this various times to throw or flip her enemies.

Taekwondo: Taekwondo is a Korean martial art. It focuses on kicks, hand movements and grappling techniques. This is what Natalia uses when she kicks a taller opponent in the face. She also uses this style for flip and jump kicks.

Shinobi iri: While not a combat style, Natalia has used this to sneak up on and/or attack her opponents from behind in a dark environment. A good example of this is her surprising Bucky Barnes by appearing behind him from the shadows and covering his mouth, holding a knife to his throat.

Acrobatics: Being trained in gymnastics and acrobatics, Natalia uses this in combat to evade enemies. She will even use it to avoid gunfire. She's used it multiple times to land when repelling from buildings with her grappling hook from her wrist gauntlets.

#━━ ❛ raised by wolves ❜ ◤ about ◢

[nerdydaydreamer]

The Edge of A Blade

Word count: 3035

Description: The Avengers Tower gets attacked during a movie night, and Y/N must protect herself, but can she handle the aftermath? Loki/reader. One-shot.

Masterlist

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It was our bi-weekly movie night at The Avengers Tower. Everyone not doing a mission was there, as per tradition. Steve, Bucky, and Bruce on one couch, and Wanda, Sam and Peter on another. My parents Tony and Pepper were snuggled together on an oversized chair and my boyfriend Loki (much to the chagrin of my dad) was sitting beside me on the giant beanbag chair that I begged my dad to buy. Nat and Clint were on a mission, Thor was off world and Vision, well, he was doing whatever it is he does. I may be above average in smarts, but it still hurts my brain to try and understand the android.

It was my turn to pick the movie and I picked one of my favorites, ‘The Other Guys’. It was something that we could all laugh at and help with some the stress everyone has. We had just made it to the part of the ‘desk pop’ when I run out of popcorn. I say I because I am a complete hog when it comes to movie snacks.

I let my head fall back against the beanbag chair. “Nooooooo,” I groan out, “the universe is too cruel.” A low chuckle comes from beside me. I turn my head towards Loki and growl out, “It’s not funny.”

“On the contrary my dear, it is,” he whispers in my ear.

I stick out my bottom lip. “But I’m so comfortable,” I pout. I wasn’t even lying. I had borrowed (read: stole) one of Loki’s hoodies, and I had on a pair of sweatpants and my unicorn fluffy socks. There was also a giant dark green blanket over the both of us. I normally would’ve been too warm but sitting beside Loki was like having a personal A/C unit. I was perfectly comfortable in my cloud of fluffiness and didn’t want to leave.

Unfortunately, my pout was having very little effect on Loki. “Darling, you’re the one who ate all your popcorn so quickly. If you want more then go get more.”

I let out a long sigh at the idea of leaving my cozy cocoon, I gathered my energy and flipped off my side of the blanket. I wasn’t even sorry when it landed over Loki’s head.

Mumbling to my dad to keep the movie playing as I passed him, I made my way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bag of microwaveable popcorn, I tossed in the microwave and started it. I leaned against the counter, watching the seconds tick by, when I felt it. The weird drop in my stomach, it always happens right before something big. I stand up straight and slowly turn, focusing on tuning out the hum of the microwave. I couldn’t hear anything abnormal, but as I turned back to lean against the counter again, I saw a quick flash from outside the floor to ceiling windows. I could just make out the shape of a body hurling towards the window before it broke apart.

“Dad!” I screamed out, but I could hear more glass breaking from the other room. “Shit!”

I was on my own for this one. Of course I trained with Steve and Bucky, learning how to fight and protect myself, but I’ve never actually had to use any of that knowledge. The person who broke into the kitchen started running toward me just as I see the knife block on the far counter, the only viable weapon I could see. I almost reach it when a hand tangles into my hair and I’m yanked back and thrown to the ground. The air rushes out of my lungs from the impact. I open my eyes and quickly roll to the side as I see him raise his foot above me, as if to stomp. I stand and look up, and up.

‘Oooh, I am so fucked.’ The guy is several inches taller than my five foot seven frame and he is much wider than myself. I’m not weak by any means, but compared to the guy in front of me, I am far outclassed. He stalks toward me, armed raised, ready to punch and take me down. I raise my own arms in a familiar pose that has been drilled into me by Steve, fists by my face and arms close together to protect my torso.

He throws a punch towards my face but I dodge, another punch and I duck down. He lunges at me and tries to grab around my torso but I dip low to dive away. I couldn’t dodge his next move though as he kicked me in the side as I was turning back toward him. I fell sideways against the counters edge behind me, my ribs on both sides aching from the hit. To make it worse, my head smacks against the upper cabinets and in my daze, I don’t see his fist. My jaw cracks from the impact and I let out a short scream before he wraps his hands around my throat and then drags me toward the ground. My arms try to find purchase on anything around me, but all I succeed in doing is grabbing the side of the knife block and dragging it down with us. Unfortunately, none of the knives stab him as they fall out.

My head slams against the floor and my vision goes dark for a moment. When it clears, I see him over me straddling my hips, and an arm is reared back. I can’t pull my arms up fast enough before his fist makes contact with my face. I feel something wet trail down from my forehead and I know it’s blood. He wraps both of his hands around my neck and squeezes. My hands grab his wrists, trying with all my strength to pull then off, release some pressure, anything at all, just so I can breathe, but he isn’t budging. The pressure in my head grows, and it’s getting harder to focus.

I let go of his wrists and bring my hands above my head, then slam them into his elbows. His grip loosens for a moment, and I immediately suck in air, but my relief is short-lived as he applies even more pressure than before.

‘I can’t beat him,’ I think. All that training, learning how to defend myself and I can’t even win my first real fight. I faintly hear fighting in the other room where everyone else is. I hope they’re all okay. I internally scoff. ‘Of course, they’re okay!’ They’re the Avengers. They have years of training and experience, and they have each other. But I’m by myself.

The pressure in my head is immense and if I survive, I wouldn’t be surprised if my eyes are completely bloodshot.

If I survive.

If?

No. I can’t give up now. I flail my arms out around me, trying, praying, that something useful is around me that will give me a chance to live. As my vision darkens almost completely, my hand knocks into something. I grab it as tightly as I could and I swing it toward the man’s head.

His hands immediately drop away from my neck, and I cough violently as I try to get in as much sweet oxygen as I can. I twist my body to the side and come up onto my elbow, waiting for my breathing to settle and the white spots to go away in my vision.

It must’ve been several minutes that I just lay there. My throat sore and any breaths I take make a wheezing sound. There is still fighting in the next room but the man beside me hasn’t moved, I turn toward him to see if I had knocked him out.

Red.

So much red.

The floor around him was a pool of blood. He had fallen backward so he was leaning against the cabinets, and there was a knife in his neck.

A knife that I had knocked down when he grabbed me.

A knife that I had held in my hand and swung at his head.

A knife that was sticking out of his neck, creating a steady waterfall of blood that collected around him.

I killed someone. I actually killed someone. I scurried backwards to the opposite side of the kitchen, and when my back hit the wall, I folded my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at the man and his lifeless eyes.

I didn’t notice the fighting in the other room had stopped and several people were calling my name. My eyes were still glued to the blood. There was so much blood.

Y/N.

I heard my name, but it was like it was underwater.

Y/N!

Closer now. My view of the man was blocked as someone crouched in front of me. I couldn’t move though. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could still smell it. Blood. Metallic and copperish. It burned my nose.

“Y/N!” Hands cradled the sides of my head and tilted it upward. I tried to focus my eyes but they wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, I focused on the cold seeping into my skin from his touch.

“Loki?” I rasped.

Letting out a breath of relief, he said, “Yes, Darling. I’m here.”

“Are you okay?” I whisper, hoping he wasn’t hurt.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay?” he choked out in surprise. “Darling, you’re shaking.”

I reluctantly let go of my legs and held my hands in front of me. They were shaking so much they looked blurred, but that didn’t stop me from seeing the dark red stain that started from my fingertips and disappeared into the cuff of my sweater. I try to stop the sob from escaping but failed miserably.

“Loki! I couldn’t… I had to…” I gasp out, trying to explain what had happened but I couldn’t get the words out. “Oh my god,” I whisper. Tears were running down my cheeks and I felt like I was getting strangled all over again. “…what have I done?”

I just killed a man. I look over Loki’s shoulder and see him sitting on the floor not ten feet from me, unmoving. Eyes still open, staring at the same spot. The blood on the floor expanded even more from when I last looked. I didn’t know that there could be so much.

It was too much.

I was breathing faster now. Too fast. I couldn’t get enough air. My throat was sore and tight, and I couldn’t breathe.

Loki grabbed one of my hands and placed it directly over his heart, using his hand to hold it there. “Y/N! I need you to focus!” His other hand gently tilting my head up so I would look only at him. “Please, Darling. Breathe with me. Focus on my breath.” He inhaled deeply and I could feel his chest expanding. I tried to copy but I only gasped. He exhaled slowly, watching me struggle to do the same. He kept at it for several minutes before I could follow along with him.

After I let one more breath out, I whisper, “I killed him.”

Loki’s expression softens before he leans in and wraps his arms around my back and under my knees, and smoothly picks me up off the floor. I curl into him and press my face into the crook of his neck, not noticing the tears that stain his shirt. Loki says something to the others about cleaning up, but my focus is on his heartbeat. It beats steadily as he moves us away from the kitchen.

As he walks through the hallways, Loki constantly checks on you. He’s worried. The blank look in your eyes, the panic attack, if you’re injured. Since you were curled up on the floor, he couldn’t get a good look. The only injuries he saw were on your face, and those alone made him want to torture and kill that bastard for even touching you.

Loki steps into his room and lightly kicks the door closed. He places you gently on his bed. “I’ll be right back, okay darling?” he asks, making sure you’ll be okay for the few moments he’ll be gone. At your slight nod, he goes into his bathroom and grabs the first aid kit under the sink, silently thanking Tony for making sure there is one in literally every room in the tower. He walks back over and takes a knee in front of you. He opens the first aid kit and places it beside you, before taking a deeper look at your injuries.

“Y/N?” he asks.

I know what he wants me to do, but I just feel so tired. Slowly, I tilt my head up to I can look at him properly. His gaze travels over my face, stopping at the gash above my eyebrow. His eyes darken before he grabs the disinfectant and some gauze from the kit. He gently cleans the cut and bandages it, thankful that it isn’t bad enough to need stitches. However, the more blood he cleans from your face, the more it reveals the bruising on your jaw. Loki clenches his teeth, but his touch is feather light as he tilts your head side to side.

He brushes his fingers along my cheeks and jaw, and murmurs, “nothing broken, just bruised.” There wasn’t any pain until his fingers traveled below my jaw and touched my throat. I suck in a breath and shut my eyes, not wanting to see Loki’s reaction.

He tilts my head up slightly so he can see my neck better in the light. And see it he did. Dark bruises in the shape of fingers clearly circle around my neck. My skin no longer pale but mottled with blues and purples. He digs his nails into his palm, trying to remain calm, but the anger was buried under concern when he spotted the fresh tears running down your face.

“Y/N?” he whispers. You hear him clearly as the room is dead quiet, but all you do is sniffle and turn your face away even more.

“Baby, please, look at me,” he begs. He clasps his hands into yours and kisses your knuckles, unfazed by the blood flaking off them. You turn your head toward him and slowly open them, blinking a couple times to unstick your wet lashes from the tears.

You see him looking at you with so much concern and love in his eyes. It makes you want to cry all over again. “I’m okay,” you whisper to him, but you correct yourself. “I’ll be okay.” He nods and does another once over, noticing the blood covering you, and him from carrying you.

“We should shower,” he says but I could hear the question in it. We have showered together in the past, but this is different. I nod my head, knowing that I’ll need his help. He stands up, still holding my hands, and uses them to help me stand too. My torso aches, and I try to hide the pain, but I know he’ll see the evidence soon enough.

He helps me into the bathroom and starts the shower, letting the water heat up and the steam to fill the room. He grabs the bottom hem of the sweater and starts to lift it up, allowing me time to raise my arms. I watch him throw it onto the floor, too stained to keep.

“I’m sorry Loki,” I say as he reaches for the bottom of my shirt, causing him to pause.

“What for, Darling?”

“Your sweater is ruined.”

He leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering, “A sweater can easily be replaced. You on the other hand,” he lowers his head to place a kiss on your lips, “are priceless.” I smile into the kiss, and thoughtlessly lift my arms to help him take my shirt off. When he looks down to help me with my sweatpants, he sees the rest of the damage the man did. Blotchy blue and purple spots spread across my ribs, one side from his boot, and the other from the edge of the counter.

His hands freeze by my hips, and I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction. I look at his face and I’m surprised to see a tear trailing down his cheek. I step toward him and wrap my arms around his middle, squeezing gently. “I’m still here, Loki,” I say, my voice slightly muffled as I press my face into his chest. I feel his arms gently wrap around me, trying not to hurt me more.

“I should’ve been there to help. I should’ve tried harder to get to you,” his voice is filled with pain.

“Loki, look at me,” I say as I place my hands on either side of his face. As his eyes meet mine, I’m touched by how much emotion is showing in them. “I know that you did everything in your power to beat those guys, and to protect us. ALL of us,” I say, knowing that everyone at the Avengers Tower has wormed their way into his heart, as much as he is loathe to admit it. “We all did our best tonight, and we all survived. That’s what’s important Loki. We’ll have cuts and bruises after every fight, but we keep on fighting.”

It sinks in as I’m telling Loki this, that I need to take my own advice. Yes, I killed someone, but it was in self defense. It was him or me. I was hurt but I’ll heal, and I’ll be stronger next time.

It seems Loki notices the change as well, as he looks at me with pride shining in his eyes. He helps me finish undressing before quickly removing his own clothes, and then helping me into the shower. He gently washes my hair and body, careful of my injuries, before helping me dry off and dress for bed.

As I lay in his bed, curled up in his arms, surrounded by a cloud of fluffiness and cooled down by Loki, I fall easily into a deep sleep.

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From Enemy to Master

Part 2

Pairings: Dom!Bucky Barnes X Sub!Peter Parker

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, Punishment, Corporal Punishment, Cock and Balls Torture, Cock Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Blow Job, Sadism, Masochism, Cock Tease

Summary: No would believe him if Peter said he was a submissive to James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, the once Winter Soldier. But he was and when Bucky comes home from a mission, he wants nothing more than to play with his sweet little boy.

“I’m very disappointed in you Peter” Bucky scolded, twiddling the riding crop in his fingers as he circled the kneeling boy. Peter held his head down, his hands placed flat on his thighs as he kneeled in position for Bucky. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest with both excitement and nerves. Things had been going so well today, he left for school on time, got an A in the pop quiz in science, made plans with Ned to finish the death star Lego they had begun but hadn’t been able to finish. But then it all went to shit.

He was on his way home, strolling through Queens when he saw the guy with a knife, threatening a young lady for her car. The second he saw it he sprang into action, whipping on his suit Mr Stark had given him and chased the car down, stopping him with his web shooters. He disarmed him with ease, pinning him to the car seat and all while leaving the car undamaged. But that wasn’t the problem. Peter had felt so good with himself, preventing yet another crime from happening in this town that he decided to reward himself.

Bucky wasn’t home and he hadn’t cummed in three days. His cock was aching for it. He needed a release. So, he snuck himself into the bathroom, somewhere he wouldn’t normally masturbate but he had a paranoia that Bucky was going to return and catch him cock handed in the bedroom. So, he decided instead to do his business in the bathroom. Just a quick few wanks was all it was supposed to be, but he couldn’t resist so he carried on. Peter should have listened to his conscience because he was right at Bucky. He thought he had enough time to masturbate, clean up the evidence and then wait for Bucky to return from their mission in time but Bucky had returned early.

The second he walked into the bedroom, he heard the moans of the young boy and hoped he wasn’t doing what he thought he was. But as the door to the bathroom slammed open, Peter had jolted from his pleasure dream, his cum covering his hand as he jerked himself off and the pure look of shock, displeasure, and dominance was written all over Bucky’s face.

And now here he was, kneeling naked in the middle of the room, head slightly lowered, and eyes cast down, the only sight of Bucky’s boots falling into his eyeline as he circled him. Peter was regretting his decision to jerk himself off and knowing his luck, Bucky was most likely planning to do that when he got home… and he was. After a good three days of no orgasm, Bucky was excited to come home and fuck the shit out of Peter and give him a good, earned orgasm… not anymore.

“Here I am thinking I’m going to come home, and you’ll be ready and waiting for me to take you, to use that cock of mine and give you a mind-blowing orgasm but instead I find you breaking one, no sorry, two of the rules” he says sternly and stops beside Peter takes a deep breath. Fuck, he hadn’t realised until now he broke two rules. One, being no touching without permission and two being no cumming without permission. Bucky was so possessive about his cock and was constantly reminding Peter who it belonged to. It turned Peter on, admitting his own cock didn’t belong to him but to someone else and was only to be touched by Bucky unless he had permission.

“I’m sorry si- “.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me” the end of the crop was placed under his chin, tilting his head up so Peter could look at Bucky. The crop stayed there as he stared up at Bucky, eyes wide and mouth open. The sternness in Bucky voice both sent a tingle through Peter’s body and also a nervous flip in his stomach. 

“I’m sorry Sir” he breathed, and Bucky scoffed a little.

“Tell me, why did I come home to find you jerking yourself off”.

“Well…. because…” Bucky raised a brow, waiting for Peter’s answer and he flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes…”

“I wanted to reward myself, you see there was this guy, and he was trying to steal this car and he had a knife and I stopped him and so I- “.

“So, you thought you’d come home and be a little slut and make yourself cum” Bucky summarised for him, and Peter swallowed. It pretty much did sum up what he was thinking at the time.

“And you didn’t think I could do that for you” Bucky sounded offended, and Peter stared at him for a moment, wondering how to answer. Bucky dropped the crop from his chin, stalking around him like he was his prey.

“How many times have I told you Peter who this cock belongs to?” Bucky asked as he strolled back in front of Peter, the crop swinging around his fingers.

“You Sir, it belongs to you”.

“That’s right, it’s mine and that means I decide when it cums, I decide when it gets touched, I decide when its used, not you” Peter’s fingers pressed into his thigh as he stared up at Bucky, his face alight with guilt and his eyes begging for forgiveness.

“Yes Sir” Peter nodded his head fast.

“Obviously I need to make that clear to you don’t I” the crop fell back under his chin, pushing his head further upwards so his neck was exposed, and Peter swallowed hard. He nodded his head and felt his cock twitch and the feel of leather against his skin. He certainly did need a lesson to learn.

“Get on the floor, I want your ass in the air” Bucky pointed to the ground with the crop, instructing Peter to lie on the floor with his chest and his ass in the air. Peter wasted no time in doing so and planted his hands on the carpet, bracing himself as he lifted his ass in the air, his cock dangling between his legs. Bucky hummed softly as he dragged the crop across Peter’s naked back, teasing him with the leather and then down to his ass. He circled Peter’s ass with the crop, running it between his cheeks and over his hole. Peter jolted slightly, the feeling sending an electric shock through his system and turning his cock harder.

He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this though and he suspected after the first whack, he wouldn’t. The crop came smacking down on his hole which as Peter suspected made him jolt forward, hissing at the pain.

“Back in position” Bucky said and leaned back into the position. He felt the crop sink lower, now tracing his balls and a smack came down on them, hitting the sensitive part. Peter yelped and composed himself straight after, gripping the carpet. Bucky continued to hit him with the crop, across his ass, across his cock, across his back until his skin turned a bright shade of red, tingling, and raw.

“Who does this cock belong to?” Bucky asked Peter.

“You Sir”.

“I want you to tell me that every time I hit you” Bucky instructed, and Peter did.

After every smack of the crop, Peter answered with ‘this cock belongs to you Sir’ until Bucky was satisfied that Peter knew.

Peter’s skin was stinging now but his cock was hard. He really was a slut, getting off on being punished for touching his own cock. But his punishment wasn’t over yet.

“Good boy, now get on the bed and show me that asshole of mine” a quick flip of the crop and Peter jumped from the bed, muttering a yes Sir as he did and climbed on the bed, getting into the same position as he was just in, ass in the air, face down in the sheets and fingers clenching the duvet. Bucky removed his fear, throwing it to the side before climbing on top of the bed.

He knelt behind Peter, palming himself in his hand and placed the crop down, using his flesh hand to grab Peter’s cock, giving it a few strokes. Peter moaned almost instantly the pleasure shooting through his body. Bucky smirked behind him, shaking his head.

“Look at you, getting all hot and hard just from me grabbing this cock, do you want me to fuck you” Bucky teased, and Peter nodded.

“Yes, Sir please I want you to take your hole and fuck it”. He wanted to feel Bucky fill him up and take him.

“That’s right, my hole, it belongs to me” Bucky whispered as he pressed the end of his cock into Peter’s hole, stretching it open and Peter groaned into the sheets. He still had a grip on Peter’s cock, and he slipped in more, his cock nearly buried deep inside Peter’s ass.

“Fuck your tight Peter, I need to start fucking you more to stretch it open” Bucky groaned, slipping further in until he was all the way inside, balls deep and he started to thrust in and out. Peter moaned deeply, pleasure riddling his body and his fingers gripping the sheets into tight fists.

“Oh, Sir it feels so good” he moaned, and Bucky smirked.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, like being filled up with my cock” Bucky whispered as he picked up the pace. All the while, he was still stroking Peter’s cock, small jerky hand movements which was sending Peter on a high. His toes curled into the bed, and he dug his head further in the sheets.

“Oh my god, thank you Sir” Peter breathed, nearly sounding out of breath as Bucky began to pound him. He could feel his orgasm coming, his cock twitching and pleasure tingling all through it. Bucky’s balls slapped into Peter’s, the smack sounding in the room.

“That’s its baby, take it all for me” Bucky groaned, letting his head rest backwards as he fucked Peter hard. He still had a hold on his cock and continued to tease him there as well as fucking him. Peter felt his legs start to tingle, a sign he was going to cum and there was no doubt in his mind he wasn’t going to ask for permission.

“Oh, please Sir, please can I cum” he begged, pleading to get his orgasm and Bucky chuckled, squeezing tightly on his cock.

“Do you think you deserve to cum, you’ve already had your orgasm today seeing as you couldn’t wait five fucking minutes” he scolded and received a spank on his ass from his metal hand, the sharpens jolting him out of the sexy cloud.

“No Sir, I don’t deserve to cum” it was the truth but there was a little sliver inside Peter hoping he would be forgiven and that he would be able to cum.

Bucky groaned hard as he slammed into Peter, his own cock now tingling and the feeling of orgasm coming closer for him. Bucky moved his wrist faster on Peter’s cock, getting off on his begging and the fact Bucky was denying him.

“God Peter, you feel so good” he groaned, mouth falling open as he breathed hard, his orgasm getting closer. He thrusted quickly into Peter a good four to five times before Bucky stopped, as he began to cum. He came inside Peter, his juice leaking out of his hole and Bucky grinned in satisfaction. His head was sweaty, hair stuck to his forehead, and he took a minute to catch his breath.

He moved Peter so he was lying on his back down, legs spread so Bucky was kneeled between them as he continued to palm his cock, rubbing his hand up and down while peter begged to be able to cum.

“Oh, please Sir can I cum, please” Peter was pleading, and Bucky scoffed a little, shaking his head.

“You said you don’t deserve to cum Peter, do you think I’m just going to let you cum like that after today” Bucky teased, and Peter whimpered a little. This was torture, not being able to release after all that build up. Peter gripped the sheets, holding back the urge to squirt everywhere and he jolted as he felt a twitch inside his cock, the urge getting harder to hold back.

“I’m sorry Sir, please I won’t do it again” he begged once more, hoping he could get one last chance to release but the smirk on Bucky’s face said it all.

“No” and with that he dropped Peter’s cock, letting it fall and his pleasure sinking away, Peter whined like a puppy, desperately wanting to just grab it and give it a few more shakes to get at least one drop out, but it wasn’t happening. Bucky climbed off the bed and padded to the draws, pulling out a cock cage and Peter sighed softly.

Not the cage.

“Now put this on” normally Bucky would be the one to put it on, but he wanted Peter to do it just to tease him even more with the fact he wasn’t going to be cumming again today and most likely for the next few days if not a week.

Peter reluctantly slipped his cock in the cage, trying to not pinch the skin and when it was in Bucky proceeded to place a padlock, locking him up tightly.

“There, all nice and locked up, no more secret cummings for you and in fact I think no cumming for the next week”.

A week! Peter wasn’t sure if he would last but he’d have to.

“Yes Sir” he whispered, and Bucky smiled. He hummed softly and reached over, wrapping his hand around the back of Peter’s neck, and bringing him up.

“Good boy” he kissed him softly, dragging Peter’s bottom lip and pecked them sweetly, a soft moan escaping Peter. Bucky pulled Peter over to the pillows where he laid down, resting Peter on his chest and ran his hand down to Peter’s ass to give it a soothing massage. Peter moaned softly and soon forgot about the fact his cock was locked away and instead fell into the comfort of Bucky’s arms, slowly drifting off.  

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