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plussizefantasia · 1 year
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Hello ❤️❤️
Me Again, i loved the drabble so much so i decided to ask for another one (if it is possible 🥺🙏❤️)
I will ask for nr. 17 with Bucky Barnes 🙏🙏❤️
Also i want to ask if its possible to write smth witt Moon Knight? From the pro t list ofc. Thank you love ❤️❤️
Cat Dad
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend is being held captive and you're the only one who can save him.
Word Count: 700
A/N: I would like to try something for Moon Knight! Let me know what you'd like to see. (No promises it won't be garbage though.)
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If you ever told the rest of the Avengers that Bucky Barnes was a complete cat dad, they would scoff and laugh in your face. But they didn’t get to see him like you did. The times he would spend at least half an hour in the toy aisle every time the two of you went to buy Alpine more food always saying “C’mon we have to get this for her, she’d love it!”. When he refused to move anytime she curled up on his lap, or the time he insisted she needed a soft bed in each room of the apartment, lest she wanted to curl up near you guys but couldn’t find a comfy spot.
You wouldn’t be the one to tell him that she never used the beds he had purchased and would more often than not find herself curled up and purring in your reading chair that was conveniently located underneath the window so the light hit it just right.
He always said he would do anything for you two, “his girls” he had called you. Except for that tonight Alpine seemed to be pushing every single one of his buttons. Bucky is a patient man, he’s always in his head so it’s sometimes hard to see what he’s feeling. But you had gotten really good at reading him and you could read the tension in his shoulders and the slow and pronounced breaths he was taking that something had him on edge.
You slipped out of the kitchen and towards the living space, Bucky was on the couch, his back leaning against the arm of the sectional and his legs stretched out in front of him, holding up the laptop that he was using to finish up his mission reports for Sam. The boys weren’t officially working for the government but had some affiliations which meant that a paper trail needed to be kept. You could immediately see what was getting Buck worked up, Alpine had taken it upon herself to position herself in her dad’s lap in such a way that she was covering half of the keyboard. The sight was hilarious, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Bucky was so sweet, and despite the fact that this report needed to be finished today, your sweet boyfriend was not going to move the cat off of his lap, even if it would make his life so much easier.
When the sound of your soft laugh reached his ears, Bucky’s eyes shot up at you. They screamed for help. You wouldn’t be able to stop the smile that spread across your cheeks if you tried. 
“What’s going on in here?” You innocently asked.
“Doll, thank God. Can you please take her?” You could hear the desperation in his voice, he really didn’t want to push her down but he couldn’t get his work done while she sprawled across him.
“I don’t know Buck she seems pretty comfy, I would hate to disturb her.” he shot you a look that screamed betrayal. “Don’t look at me like that she’s your child.”
“You’re doing this to mess with me. You normally don’t have any problem moving her especially when she’s in your chair,” he called you out.
“But she’s not in my chair so I don’t need to move her” You cheekily threw back at him.
“Honey, Princess, Love of my life would you pretty, pretty please take our girl off my lap so I can finish my work?” He pleaded with you.
“Hmmm, what will you give me if I do?”
“Anything you want Doll, I’d give you the world if I could you know that.” He was trying to sweet-talk you into helping it out, and it almost worked.
“That’s sweet but I think I’m gonna let you suffer a little longer, you should think of this before you eat the rest of my cookies next time. The Girl Scouts only sell those things once a year.” You turned and started to walk away.
“When she gets up you’re gonna get it.” He called out after you.
“Looking forward to it Baby,” You called back.
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lesbojournals · 26 days
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Drunken Crafts (Stucky x Reader)
It was a painfully average day in your house, Steve and Bucky off at Avengers headquarters doing god knows what while you lounged around. You had already cleaned the whole house to entertain yourself: the vacuuming was done, the bathrooms were spotless, all of the laundry and dishes were clean and put away. You had even started dinner, cooking a beef stew with vegetables in the pressure cooker.
What else, truly, was there to do?
You felt like Rapunzel in the beginning of Tangled–you had already read a book this morning, you took a shower, you even clipped the cat’s claws!
You pattered around the house, convinced nothing would entertain you at this point, until your eyes landed on Bucky’s bottle of Tennessee Whiskey.
You glanced back and forth, almost nervous to be caught sauntering over to the bottle. You shyly took it and brought it over to the kitchen, where you mixed it with some sweet tea you had made earlier.
You took a sip and sighed happily, bringing both the bottle and the tea to the living room where you planned on watching some youtube.
As the drink became more empty, new ideas sprung into your head. You decided to get out all of your crafting tools, deciding on making both Bucky and Steve a masterpiece. After another drink or two, you couldn't remember, you abandoned the crafts and decided hey, what better time than now to bake some cookies? It'd be a fun dessert after having your stew.
With that, you skipped off to the kitchen, drink in hand, to bake. At one point you decided to take off your pants, after all, they weren't your sweats and you didn't want to dirty them. The same thought did not occur about the XXL Avengers logo tee you had on.
You turned on your favorite happy music, bouncing around eating raw cookie dough from the wooden mixing spoon.
The music was so loud that you didn't hear Bucky and Steve enter. You were too distracted making cookies that you forgot you not only had music on, but youtube as well, and a mess of crafts in the living room.
Steve confusingly walked up the stairs as Bucky took off his shoes, unsure of why there was so much loud noise throughout the house.
“Beautiful?” He called, and his eyes softened immediately at the sight of you.
He stopped in his footsteps, leading Bucky to catch up and hastily go “Is everything okay, Stevie?”
Steve pointed at you, dancing obnoxiously with cookie batter in your hands, and Bucky sighed in adoration, before noticing that you had no pants on.
He practically bolted up the rest of the stairs, and you caught his eye as he fully entered the kitchen with a “Buck!!”
“What're you doing honey?” He asked, looking around the floor of the apartment to see your mess.
“Baking cookies!!” You happily answered, swaying back and forth with a giggle.
Before Bucky could comment Steve brought his attention. “Looks like someone got to your liquid gold, honey.” He held up the now empty whiskey bottle.
Bucky stared at the bottle with wide eyes, then turned back to you.
“Is something wrong?” You laughed, throwing your cookies in the oven (quite literally-you didn't realize how aggressive you were being).
Bucky smiled along with Steve, and grabbed you from behind. “Nothing, we just love you.”
“I love you both too!!” You said with a hiccup, then you remembered. “Oh wait !! I have a gift for you two!!”
You ran off to the living room, while Steve turned off the very loud music. They both followed you in, eyes nearly bulging out of their heads at the mess you made.
You didn't notice their look, instead holding up a large piece of card stock full of collage, stickers, and drawings. It said “DrAwINg fOr My SoULmaTeS” in letters from various magazines.
It was frankly a mess and didn't make any sense, but Steve took it in his hands anyway. Him and Bucky were silent.
You started tearing up. “You hate it!!”
Bucky rushed to your side, cooing. “No, no, darling. It's beautiful.”
“This is fridge worthy.” Steve announced, and you smiled giddily.
With a loud ding! your attention was immediately averted, deciding to shout (in Bucky’s ear none the less) “MY STEW!!”
You tried to run to the kitchen but Bucky caught you. “Why don't you let Stevie and I worry about dinner. You relax.”
You pouted, not thrilled with this decision that both of your boys seemed set on.
By the time they came back to you with a dinner plate in hand you were passed out on the couch, drooling all over the couch pillow. Bucky put your plate in the fridge and Steve picked you up, cautiously bringing you to the bedroom.
You blabbered on about something in your drunken sleep haze, repeatedly telling Steve “I love you, I love Bucky, You guys are my favorite.” and so on.
“I know darling,” Steve smiled. “We love you too.”
How did you get so lucky?
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midnightmayhem13 · 9 months
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marvel women headcanons
heyy first writing post! also before u bring up wands and nat they have a bunch of fics already but i'll accept request for them🩵
carol danvers:
GOLDEN RETRIEVER LESBIAN
always gives you her jacket when ur cold
loves having her arm on your shoulder
randomly picking you up bridal style
obviously dom
she brags about how great you are and how beautiful you look all the time
very protective
will death glare anyone that looks at you wrong
goes absolutely crazy if you wear a dress to tony's parties
asks you to dress her if you have good style
loves to gives you neck kisses and hold you from behind the waist
she always gives you love-bites
when you get dangerous missions she tries to take them but fury never lets her
loves cuddling you when she's off of work
big spoon
stares at you all the time
sometimes it's lovingly sometimes it's possessively
other than fury you're the only one on the team she really trusts
always wants to be with you
missions were you guys are separated, that take longer than 3 days are torture for both of you
she loves making you super flustered
matching outfits at tony's parties
asks you to dress her if you have good style
loves to gives you neck kisses and hold you from behind the waist
she always gives you love-bites
when you get dangerous missions she tries to take them but fury never lets her
loves cuddling you when she's off of work
big spoon
stares at you all the time
sometimes it's lovingly sometimes it's possessively
other than fury you're the only one on the team she really trusts
always wants to be with you
missions were you guys are separated, that take longer than 3 days are torture for both of you
she loves making you super flustered
you two give eachother the corniest nicknames
you get really hot at night since carol is basically a heater plus the blankets plus goose who always is next to you, between you or even sometimes on top of you
always as her hand on you thigh while she drives
carol loves coming home to you and is glad to have you
darcy lewis:
she's the type of girl to randomly bite and poke you
having to constantly wipe her lipstick off of you
always bringing her coffee the second she asks for it
she's deff a needy switch
darcy has a big sweet tooth so you guys constantly bake/buy cookies and brownies
she trusts you with her life but she gets super jealous super easily
but she's the most beautiful girl in your eyes
she steals ALL ur clothes
sometimes u find her in ur hoodie, sweatpants, and socks
she looks super cute in it
you guys obsess over cats and send eachother cat memes
you two make a very attractive couple
everyone loves you two
playfully stealing her glasses
but jumping anyone else who does
making sure everyone calls her Dr
loves to sit in ur lap while u work or in general
always cuddling
super fluffy relationship
so many kisses omg
cheek kisses nose kisses forehead kisses
all the kisses
best dates every bc she's super creative
very needy nd demanding, will randomly say "cuddle me" or "kiss me"
clingy in a good way
jaming out to taylor swift (don't deny it she's a swiftie)
slow dancing to lover in the refrigerator light
always ur plus 1 to tonys events
nd ending up drunk then making out in front of everyone
darcys the best gf ever
sharon carter:
•sharon's super protective nd possessive (lil obsessive too)
you always have hickies
very passionate make out sessions
she's a rough and dominant top but can ease up
sugar daddy vibes
will literally kill any man or woman that tries to touch you
has started a bar fight cuz some guy couldn't get his eyes off u
puts her hands under ur shirt to pull you in for a kiss
very touchy
ur her weakness
turn her on by literally doing nothing
she craves ur body close to her
ur way less protective but hate when girls check her out
she finds it hot when u get mad
a lot of pda
after a stressful day she loves to just lay on ur chest while u stroke her head
matching outfits to her clubs/events
if ur on the avengers u keep her identity as the power broker a secret
you two are the biggest feminists
having a very private relationship (from avengers)
her body guards know to keep you safe
massaging her shoulders when she's at her desk pulling her head back to give her a kiss while doing it
being the only one who can calm her down when she's stressed and mad
trying not to lash out on each other when work has u frustrated
still being able to act like partners in crime/best friends
she makes you feel safe and she really trusts you
nebula:
ur the only person she likes
like other than maybe gamora
ur the only one on the team who's seen her smile
u always tell her it's super adorable but she always tells you to shut up
touch deprived baby
after u break her walls and it's not super awkward she loves to cuddle and loves ur touch
a big cuddle bug
she loves to be between ur thighs and laying her head on ur boobies/neck
if u have boobs shes obsessed with them
she also likes a good butt
but she's really just happy to find someone who actually loves her
she's still surprised that u actually love her
she ADORES when u gently rub her head, but won't admit it
holds u by the waist all the time
likes to pull u against her chest and place her chin on ur head
TALL EMO GF
nebula gives the best hugs since she's a giant
u wrap ur arms around her neck and hers around ur waist
she's veryyy protective over you
she hates when quill looks at you too long
she blames herself if you ever get hurt
constant reassurance, u don't mind
loves making out
anytime anywhere
u on her lap, standing, against a wall
she loves to hold you in her lap in general
nebula desires ur praise
doing the marvel forehead touch when you confess ur love for each other
she loves touching you because u are very soft, warm, and squishy to her
for being one of the deadliest assassins in the galaxy she's really soft with you
always so gentle as if you're glass she could break
nebula is really glad to call you her partner/gf
she doesn't like when people look at you to long or touch you at all
you're hers and only hers
maria hill:
•she has a big soft spot for you
very protective of you
like doesn't want anyone too close to you
only her
she doesn't like when other people touch you
she seems tough in front of people but when it's just you and her she's the most affectionate person ever
you admire her a lot during work and people often snap at you to get ur focus
she stares at your ass a lot
sometimes she throws you over her shoulder and slaps your ass
during meetings or in general she teases you by putting her hand on ur thigh and slowly rubbing up and down
if you wear skirts she slowly starts riding her hand up ur skirt
she loves to tease you
holding hands while walking around
maria loves being the small spoon but you can't tell anyone that
wraps her arm around ur waist often
you fix the collar of her uniform
making sure to pay extra attention to you while ur on a dangerous mission
always makes sure u feel comfortable at social events
you guys do a lot of pda in front of the team just to annoy them
slow dancing at home in pajamas way too late at night
maria just always wants you to be safe
kate bishop
she's a nervous reck around you
very whipped for you
yelena makes fun of how she gets around you
kissing in the rain
going to her archery competitions
cuddling with her and lucky
dancing in the snow
having movie nights with lots of pizza
always needing some form of physical contact
head kisses and forehead kisses are ur guys' thing
making out when you guys get bored
clint is very protective of ur relationship
taking lucky out on walks with her
swinging ur joined hands when you walk
comforting her when her mom got arrested
clint's kids love you two together
clint also approves of you being with kate
he knows you'll treat her right
tending to her wounds
tickle and kisses attacks
she loves hugging you and swaying
on your guys' night time walks you have the deepest conversations
you guys have talked about ur future together
if u play an instrument/sing or are involved in a sport she comes to all ur shows/games
she loves telling you all about her and clints" missions
she tell them over and over again but u don't care, she looks so happy
one of ur love languages is taking cute pictures
u both just need eachother and u both know
hey guys hope i did them justice nd hope you enjoyed! i'll be doing stuff like this with alll the ladies on the page or focused on one of them but thank you for reading🩵
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krysanthii · 3 months
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I’ll always be a Mizrak defender when Olrox saved him in the abbey. Yes it was sweet and romantic but wholly selfish on Olrox’s part because people forget that Olrox left Richter, Annette, Maria, and Tera to die in the abbey with an omnipotent vampire cat goddess. When they were yards away from the abbey Mizrak was still trying to save the others and struggling to break free from Olrox.
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Olrox was manhandling him and Olrox being a vampire, Mizrak was in a huge disadvantage of strength and no matter how much he struggle Olrox would not let him go if Olrox didn’t want to. Even though Olrox saved Mizrak he is keeping Mizrak detained against his will. The first thing on Mizrak’s mind was the others that Maria and Richter are trapped and are in danger. Richter and Maria seem to be pretty familiar with Mizrak. They were causal acquaintances or even friends to say the least— especially the winky face Richter gave Mizrak after visiting the Abbot in ep 1.
Mizrak just has a guarded exterior, he’s like that with everyone else and with Olrox. It’s not personal. Though we do see him falter just a tiny bit in most intimate scenes with them together. It’s nothing personal with Olrox, it’s just Mizrak’s character.🗿 Mizrak is just a tough cookie to crack and Olrox is his glass of milk and he’s the only one that can soften him up and make him ooey gooey. 🍪🥛
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Despite the harden exterior he cares for Richter and Maria and when he learned the truth about the Abbot he went against him and tried to save Maria from getting sacrificed! After Mizrak alerted the others he KILLED all the knight brothers because they were in his way to save Maria!
After Richter gets tossed around by the force field magic shit from Erzsebet, Mizrak charges up to avenge Richter but Olrox scoops him up and leaves everyone in the abbey to die.
What did people expect Mizrak to do? Should Mizrak twirl his hair? Kick his feet in the air because Prince Charming swooped down and saved him from certain peril? Olrox saved Mizrak but left everyone else to die! Mizrak felt he was the only one who can could protect Richter, Maria, and Tera from Erzsebet! Even thought he’s the only normal human with no magic he still throws himself into the fray. But Olrox took Mizrak away his first thought is who is going to protect them now?
Olrox now wants to talk about feelings and confess to each other while the world is ending? Time and place Olrox, time and place! The world is at peril and the people Mizrak cares about are getting brutalized! Mizrak called him “animal who lost his soul centuries ago.”
What he’s saying is that Olrox is selfish. He doesn’t have people he cares about or risks his life for but Mizrak does. Essentially calling him heartless because Olrox only saved him and deep down Mizrak feels like he isn’t even worth saving. But he’s able to save other people at least. Try to save the world or die trying.
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People intrepid Mizrak being a racist to Olrox because he’s an indigenous man and indigenous people were called animals back then and think Mizrak is a white man. Which I don’t think that’s what Mizrak means that in any capacity.
Also, Mizrak is not white. He’s Middle Eastern/North African, and was probably called an animal too by the Christians since Christians or anyone who doesn’t follow the Abrahamic faith that was specifically theirs called anyone animals. Especially pagans. Yikes!
Not to mention Mizrak’s origin is Maltese and this is the time of Knights of St. John: 1530-1798 during the Knights Hospitaller. Where thousands of Muslim slaves were captured and taken to Malta. In mid-18th century there were around 9,000 Muslim slaves in Hospitaller-ruled Malta. So yea, Mizrak was most likely enslaved during sometime in his childhood and converted to Catholicism when he joined the Clergy of Knights.
So no, Mizrak is a not racist Christian calling Olrox an animal. Mizrak has also been effected by colonialism too. Just how Olrox spoke how he lost his people to due to colonialism kinda made Mizrak be beside himself too.
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Almost forgetting about his own home and how he was enslaved to by the very same faith he fights with and that had also caused so much devastation to other parts of the world. Olrox and Mizrak are the same except Mizrak assimilated while Olrox resisted it.
Mizrak was probably a child when he was enslaved while Olrox was a grown adult man when the Europeans came on to his shores. Olrox was able to resist and fight back while Mizrak a child was impressionable and was converted. They have the same backstories but different circumstances.
I went on a tangent here, but Mizrak calling Olrox an animal is because animals are easily spooked and run away from danger and to him he views animals as heartless and only caring for their own survival.
Mizrak chews Olrox out of anger the same way Annette called Richter a “useless fuck,” because he ran away from the cellar.
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Mizrak and Annette are very much alike. Both are hot headed and stubborn and not afraid to charge into danger, idealistic and not afraid to get killed. They both share the same philosophy of Anti-Running Away From A Fight
Olrox and Richter are alike in many ways too. They are both are cautious planners and are a more grounded than their partners. They take time to think before they make up a plan— not charge headfirst. And also they both retreated. Richter when he had a panic attack when Olrox spooks him. Olrox pulling Mizrak away from a fight and leaving everyone behind.
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Mizrak has every right to be pissed and angry. To put it bluntly he doesn’t have time to deal with whatever this is going on between Olrox and Mizrak right now! This isn’t the time for confessions— they aren’t in the safety of the inn when they are the only two people that matter inside the walls. They are in a middle of a battle and the people Mizrak cares about are trapped with a malicious cat GOD bringing in the destruction of humanity. He doesn’t have time to think of this right now and what he said was out of anger, hurt, and the heat of the moment. He lashed out at Olrox, nothing more.
After he leaves Olrox he runs back to battle yards away to find his friends to see if they survived.
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Olrox remains behind because he doesn’t have attachment to those people but Mizrak does he has people he cares about.
Back at the inn Mizrak asked if Olrox was going to turn Mizrak into a vampire he said no because he doesn’t love him. Olrox turned his lover into a vampire because he wanted him to be with him forever. Mizrak was wondering if this— one night stand or anything was something Olrox had planned to do or this is what vampires do when they fancy somebody. When Olrox coldly says he doesn’t love him, and Mizrak thinks Olrox doesn't even care about him . Remember Olrox rejected Mizrak first when he said he didn’t love him.
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It’s way too early if Olrox and Mizrak love each other or not. It started out as a one night stand and slowly began to catch feelings for each other. Who knows what we are going to see in season 2 and I don’t think Mizrak hates Olrox he’s just pissed and felt betrayed at the moment. I hope these two can reconcile and worked together to defeat Erzsebet!
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skaye44 · 1 month
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Are you proposing to me? The Wedding- Part 2
Avengers Bucky
Part 2/3
Summary: Everyone on the team tries to give you their opinion on planning your wedding. Bucky has other plans.
Content warnings: Language, established relationship with Bucky, meddling friends, giggles, FLUFF
Read Part 1 here
Read Part 3 Here
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Everyone had different opinions on what kind of wedding you and Bucky should have. You preferred things intimate and quiet but were still wanting to have the team with you, but everyone’s suggestions were getting ridiculous.
“Honestly, doll, whatever you want we’ll do” 
“Yeah, but it’s your wedding too Buck” 
You both climbed into bed for the night. 
“I have a lot of ideas, but nothing speaks to me” you said as Bucky wrapped his arm around you and snuggled you close to his chest. 
“I know doll. We’ll figure something out” 
He kissed your forehead. 
“Night Buck” 
“Night sweets”.
The next day, you sat at the kitchen table eating your breakfast then Nat walked in and plopped herself down next to you. Bucky, Steve, and Sam went for their regular morning run which you wanted no part of. 
You were muttering to yourself as you were frantically pinning photos and ideas to your rapidly growing Pinterest boards as she smirked at you. 
“How’s the planning going?” 
“Ugh…there’s a LOT to think about” 
You leaned back and rubbed your eyes. 
You had been scouring the website for the past 45 minutes while you saved and favourited all kinds of images and ideas. 
“Just go to Vegas and elope” she shrugged. 
“Yeah, but I want everyone to be there…or at least I think that’s what I want?”
You had only been engaged to Bucky for a week and were already overwhelmed with the planning and details for a wedding. 
“It’s not that hard. Just pick a resort, a wedding chapel, and go” 
“Vegas is kind of tacky though” you pouted.
“Plus, I think Bucky would have a meltdown at the overall noise, bright lights, people, and chaos of it all” you cringed thinking of him walking up and down the strip in the crowds of people and noise. 
“Well, it’s something to consider. Then, your honeymoon can be there” she winked at you making you blush. 
“See ya” 
“Later Nat”
She left the kitchen with you thinking about a Vegas wedding.
Steve saw you in the conference room while you went through some mission reports. 
“Hey Y/n” he popped his head in the doorway. 
“Hey Steve” you called, then yawned and stretched out like a cat. 
“You ok?” he asked while sitting down next to you. 
“Yeah, just tired.” You shrugged. 
“Hard workout?” 
“No. Hard wedding planning” you muttered, and he smiled. 
“What are you thinking you want?” he asked. 
“Honestly? I have no idea. Maybe traditional? But not cookie cutter. Nothing too crazy, but simple?” He nodded. 
“There’s a nice chapel not far from here. Then you can come back here and have a party. I’m sure Tony wouldn’t mind if you decorated one of the lounges” he said, and you gave him a smile. 
Under no circumstance did you want to get married in a church. You weren’t overly religious; you just knew you didn’t want that for your wedding. 
“Thanks Steve” 
He smiled and got up from the table. 
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re marrying Buck. He’s been through a lot and you’re perfect for him” he said, and you blushed hard. 
“Thanks Steve. I love him a lot” 
“I know you do” he nodded and left the room. 
A small tear escaped, and you quickly wiped it away. 
It was nice Steve liked you and thought you and Bucky were perfect together. Not that you needed his blessing, but it was nice to have as you went back to your paperwork.
You wandered into the lab and Tony was puttering around. 
“Hey” 
You looked for the schematics on a new weapon you needed training on. 
“What brings you here?” Tony asked while making an adjustment to his suit. 
“Oh, just needed this” you flashed him the folder and he nodded. 
“Hey Y/n? Have you thought about a large party for your wedding instead of boring traditional? Glitz, glam, DJ’s, dancers?” he asked, and you scrunched your nose up. 
“No, not really” you said eyeing up Tony. 
“Think about it. I know people. Maybe a casino? How about a foam machine? Guests can wear jungle costumes?” he suggested, and you started backing away slowly. 
“Umm, that sounds…neat? But I think I’ll have to check with Bucky first before I agree to that” you said, and Tony shrugged. 
“Let me know. Oh, I have a connection with a tiger guy” he shrugged and went back to puttering with his suit. 
That sounded terrifying to you.
“Ah, yeah, thanks for the suggestions” 
You quickly left the lab. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Bucky’s face when you tell him Tony has a ‘tiger guy’ as you giggled walking back to the conference room.
You were sitting in the conference room going over some reports when Sam walked in and flopped down. You were going to train with him in an hour and he was bored. 
“Hey” he said, and you smiled. 
“Sammy!” you nodded and went back to your laptop. 
“So, what are you thinking for the wedding?” he asked, and you groaned lightly.
 “Honestly Sam, I don’t really know” 
“How about you come to Louisiana with me, and you can get married on the docks. We can have a BBQ cookout, shrimp boil, and after, you and Buck can take the boat and head out on your honeymoon.” 
You sat there with your mouth slightly open. You know Sam’s hometown was welcoming and safe and his sister was a sweetheart, but you didn’t see yourself getting married on a dock surrounded by the smell of fish guts, motor oil, and gas. 
Plus, you weren’t sure if Bucky could drive a large boat and you didn’t feel like ending up like Gilligan. 
“Oh, well, thanks Sam for the suggestion. I’ll keep that in mind” you politely said, and he smiled brightly. 
You didn’t have the heart to tell him no as he got up and headed for the door. 
“See ya in the gym” he called over his shoulder. 
You waved and then when he left, you thunked your head down on the table and groaned.
Everyone lately seemed to have an opinion on your wedding, and it was making you overwhelmed and nervous. You liked listening to their thoughts and ideas, but none of them were yours or Bucky’s. 
Speaking of Bucky, you hadn’t heard from him in a bit and decided to try to find him before your training with Sam.
Bucky was sitting in the lounge reading when he saw Wanda wander in and plop down next to him. He never really talked much to her but thought she was a good person. He knows you and her are close. 
“Hi Bucky” she said, and he nodded at her.
“So, how’s the wedding planning coming?” she asked, and Bucky put his book down and thought about it. 
He knew you had some ideas and the amount of time he saw you on that weird Pinterest website. 
“Nothing settled yet” he said, and she nodded. 
“How about a wedding in a castle? In Europe? That would be so romantic” she swooned, and Bucky just looked at her and scrunched his nose up. 
He knew you weren’t a fan of anything too extravagant, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. 
“Well, I’ll ask and see what Y/n says” he smiled. 
Just as Wanda was about to reply, you walked into the room and sat down next to Bucky. 
"Hey” you said, and Wanda smiled brightly. 
Bucky leaned over and kissed your cheek. 
“We were just chatting about your wedding” she said before he got up. 
“Oh really?” 
You looked over at Bucky and he smiled lightly. 
“Well, see you later” she waved, and you turned to Bucky. 
“You were talking wedding planning with Wanda?” 
“Ugh, she suggested a castle in Europe, something romantic” he shrugged, and you giggled. 
“Yeah, no. Not happening. Have you SEEN the prices of renting a castle?” you shuddered thinking about it.
 “We’ll figure something out” he said, and you smiled.
Over the next few weeks, you and Bucky had narrowed down the season for your wedding. Spring. For whatever reason, it felt right. Bucky hated the cold, and you hated the heat of summer, but you didn’t want to wait until fall, so you decided on spring. You sat around the large kitchen table eating dinner when everyone was there, making the room loud. 
Between the noise, your lack of sleep from your last mission, to hearing everyone’s unsolicited opinion on your wedding, it was all becoming too much for you to handle. 
You were finished eating and Bucky was next to you, with the same expression on his face as you both listened to everyone tell you what you should do. An argument started between Sam and Nat, with Steve butting in, causing everyone to yell and shout with one another. 
You looked at them and then at Bucky and you both nodded in unison as you quietly got up and snuck off to your room, leaving the shouting behind.
“God, that was terrible”
You flopped on the bed. 
Bucky chuckled. 
“I almost wish we had an entire month off, so we could just get it done and go away” you grumbled which Bucky sat down in thought. 
“Why not?” he blurted out and you looked at him funny. You snorted. 
“Come on Buck.” 
“Y/n, why can’t we get married right now?” he asked. 
You looked at him funny.
“There’s work for one. Training and mission reports. Boring briefings we have to listen to Steve blab on and on in. Weapons testing…” you rambled, and Bucky let out a huff. 
You saw him on his phone tapping frantically while you were naming all the reasons why it was a bad idea when Bucky smiled brightly at his phone and shoved it into his pocket and took out a few things in his drawer and shoved them in his pocket. 
“Come on” he said grabbing your hand.
“What? Where?” 
He hurried you down the hall. 
You could hear the team still arguing over yours and Bucky’s wedding while you entered the elevator and shuddered at the noise. 
“Where are we going?” 
“It’s a surprise” 
He smiled brightly. 
You shrugged and let him take the lead.
You wandered throughout the streets and came to a generic grey office building. 
“Here” 
Heled you through the doors. 
You went into another elevator, and he pushed the button for the top floor. 
“Bucky, what is this place” you asked, and he smiled brightly. 
The doors opened and you saw it was the office of his…therapist? 
What the hell? 
“Come on” 
He took your hand. 
You walked into the reception area, and it was dimly lit. He took you through the doors and then up a small flight of stairs to what looked like a small open patio. You saw there was lights set up as well as a small rooftop garden with the city lights twinkling behind you. There were a few tables and garbage can, obviously a small lounge area for the staff to have a place to eat and relax. An older women stood off to the side and smiled as she saw Bucky.
 “James” she said as Bucky smiled. 
“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Dr. Carmichael, my new therapist”
 “Oh, hello” you said looking between them. 
She held a small folder in her hand. You heard a throat clear from behind you, and it was another older woman. 
“Patti” Bucky nodded, and she smiled warmly at the two of you. 
“Bucky, what’s going on?” 
“Dr. Carmichael is going to marry us” he simply said.
Your mouth fell open in shock. 
“What?” 
“She’s going to marry us. Right now.”
You looked at her then back at Bucky. 
“I can marry people. When James first told me he was engaged, I had told him what I like to do in my spare time and that is marry people. I told him I would marry you if you couldn’t find anyone else” she shrugged. 
Your mouth fell open again.
Bucky pulled out the rings in his pocket and you stood there in shock. 
“Buck? What? But everyone?” you blurted out.
“Y/n, you saw the chaos back there. Everyone’s opinions, stress, it was making you crazy, and I know crazy, it’s not a good look. I texted Dr. Carmichael and she was free tonight. So, what do you say…will you marry me tonight?” he asked, and you blushed. 
You looked around then back at Bucky’s hopeful gaze. 
“Ok” and he lifted you up, spun you around, and hugged you tightly. 
“YES!” he yelled, and you laughed. 
“Come on” he said as you moved closer to the garden and lights. 
“Patti here is a witness. She’s also my receptionist” Dr. Carmichael said, and you smiled. 
“Thanks?” you awkwardly replied, and she smiled brightly.
“I’m missing my kids’ dance recital for this, but I don’t care. I’ve known Bucky for a while from his appointments, and I want him to be happy” she said, and he blushed. 
You smiled and Dr. Carmichael cleared her throat. 
“May we begin?” she said and you both nodded.
She had a basic service written and you were grateful it was short and to the point. Nothing bothers you more than going to a wedding and the priest or officiant drones on and on about nothing. 
“Oh, the vows” you blurted out. 
You didn’t want to do your own as you and Bucky had talked about saying the same ones to each other. 
“I got it covered” she winked at you. 
“Do you Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n take James Buchanan Barnes as your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to be an honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of your days, to protect him from harm, and stand with him in troubled times?” 
“I do” you smiled brightly.
She repeated the same vows to Bucky and of course he said I do which made you smile then sniffle as you exchanged your rings. 
Patti was gushing and Dr. Carmichael had a giant smile on her face when she pronounced you as husband and wife. You sealed the deal with a kiss and the quiet cheers of your officiant and Patti as they beamed with pride. 
This was it; you were officially married to Bucky and you couldn’t be happier as he held you close and kissed your head. 
“That wasn’t so bad” he whispered, and you chuckled. 
“Not at all” 
“Come on Mrs. Barnes” 
He took your hand in his. 
“Ok Mr. Barnes” and he smiled widely at you. 
He handed Dr. Carmichael an envelope and you hugged her and Patti as you made your way back inside to head back to the tower. 
You had nothing planned for the night as you realized it would be your honeymoon and you were going to spend it at the tower, but you didn’t care. 
As long as you were with Bucky, it didn’t matter where you were going or what you were doing as the man you adored and loved was at your side.
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late-to-the-party-81 · 9 months
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Request: Or, or! Lately, I have been plagued by the thought of a pouty, needy Thor 🥺❤️
He just wants to stay in with his girl, but she’s got errands to run and places to be, so Thor just sits around pouting, and waiting for her 😔
He goes from straight up begging her to stay, possibly in his knees, to sending her some ~spicy~ videos and pics while she’s gone, trying to lure her home again 😈
When she finally gets home, the big, soft bear that he is, he just envelops her, grabs her and holds her 🥺 Maybe he sits her on his cock, rubbing against her like a cat and purring, and refusing to let go until he falls asleep ❤️
AN: Thank you @lauratang - I’ve tackled your second suggestion first. I hope you enjoy the neediness… I’ve decided this is the same pairing as in my Kinktober 22 fic, Food for thought
Beta’d by @flordeamatista
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me.
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Summary: Thor is a needy menace.
Relationship: Thor x Agent!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
CW: Needy Thor, suggestive language, sexting, masturbation, dirty talk, cock-warming, fluff
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“But I want you to stay…”
Oh god, the pathetic way those words came out of his mouth. It was both amusing and endearing at the same time. Unfortunately you didn’t have the time to indulge him, no matter how much you might want to.
“Thor. Stop it, you big baby. I told you. I have a shift to do and, because you keep eating me out of house and home, I need to stop at the compound store on the way in because there is nothing for me to take for lunch.”
He at least had the good grace to look chagrined at your retort, but it didn’t lessen his pout any.
“I will go to the store for you, Skatt. Just stay here with me and I will buy you all the jaffa cookies…”
“Cakes…”
“...Jaffa cakes you like. I will peel them and feed them to you.” He stalked closer to you, blue eyes narrowed, and you giggled as you stepped back, trapped against the hall wall. He lent forward, arms braced either side of your head, his hair swinging in both your faces. “I’ll even do that thing you like…”
With a giggle you ducked under his arm, and gave a slap to his ass.
“Cool it, hot stuff. There’ll be time for that later. I have to go.”
Your giggle turned into a full on laugh when he grabbed your hand and dropped to his knees in front of you. He pushed up your top and pressed his face to your stomach, littering it with kisses.
“But I might be dead later. How do I go on living without you here? I need you, little one. There is no air without you.”
“Okay, cool it, Shakespeare.” Leaning over you pressed a kiss to his mouth and the another to his forehead, somehow extricating your hand from his in the process. “I’ll be back before you know it. Now, sit. Stay.”
You slipped out of the door, shaking your head with a smile on your face. 
Your God of a boyfriend was so sappy sometimes.
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You were in the middle of a meeting, your team leader droning on about mandatory refresher training, reading aloud from their sloppy powerpoint presentation, when you felt the buzz of your phone in your pocket.
Surreptitiously you pulled it out and glanced down
Thor: I miss you, kjære. What are you doing?
You weren’t really in a position to answer him, so you turned your phone over and rested it in your lap under the table.
Buzz
Stifling a sigh you flipped it over again.
Thor: I’m so lonely without you 🥺🥺😭❤️
Buzz
Thor: When do you get home?
You decided to risk it, and started tapping away, glancing back up every few characters.
You: in a meeting. Home at 4. Read a book/have a nap. Speak later. xoxo
You turned the vibrate alert off and slipped your phone back in your pocket, turning your attention back to the meeting. Supporting the Avengers in keeping the earth safe definitely wasn’t all glamour and parades. Sometimes it was lame Powerpoint presentations…
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When your meeting finally finished you were glad that it was lunch time. You’d managed to pick up an overpriced packaged salad at the store on your way in and were looking forward to tucking in, but first you needed to go to the washroom.
After you dried your hands, you remembered your phone so as you exited the washroom, hand on the door, you pulled it from your pocket. The screen lit up as you touched it, showing a litany of messages. You rolled your eyes and stopped in the hallway outside the washroom, leaning on the wall as you opened your texts… and then immediately pressed the screen to your chest, looking around furtively to make sure that no-one had caught a glimpse of your screen. Luckily the corridor was empty.
With more aplomb than you ever thought you’d had, you made your way down the hall to the closest empty conference room. You bolted inside, turned the lock and pulled the window shades so you couldn’t be observed. Your body sank into one of the conference chairs, and with trembling hands pulled your phone away from your shirt.
First was another text.
Thor: I tried to sleep, min skatt, but being on the bed made me think of you.
Then, under that was a picture. It was of Thor’s torso, from the waist down, naked apart from a tight pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the bulge within them.
Thor: I need you to come help me. I ache for you.
The last message was followed by a video thumbnail. Underneath the white play symbol in the middle of the image was Thor’s torso once again. You could feel your heart racing, and your mouth was dry as your thumb inched towards your screen and tapped it.
“I need you, little one.” Thor’s deep voice sounded over your phone speaker, laden with desire and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of it. He had the camera pointed at his tented briefs, and then his other hand came in shot, stroking and groping over the soft cotton, a light tease. “How could you leave me alone so cruelly, when you know I ache for you every minute of every day? How am I supposed to survive this torture?”
His hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts to take hold of himself, and you watched, transfixed as he started to jerk himself, the tip of his cock poking out of the top of the fabric. Fuck! You could even see a pearl of precum forming in his slit. 
With each stroke he exposed more and more of himself to the camera, moaning wantonly and talking dirty to you from behind it.
“Norns, if you were here, kjære, I’d worship you so. I would feast on you, over and over, just to hear you calling my name  so loud that all of Midgard and Vahalla would know who was pleasuring you. I need to feel you around my cock. I need your warmth. Your wetness. Hurry home, love.”
The video came to an end and you just sat there, engulfed in a state of confused arousal. 
When had Thor learnt how to sext? And how on earth were you supposed to continue with your day knowing that he was waiting at home for you like that? How were you supposed to just sit in the canteen to have your lunch with your pussy pulsing in your now sodden underwear? 
Curse Thor! 
Curse the handsome bastard to Jotunheim and back.
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Somehow you made it through to the end of your shift, although you were obviously distracted, and twice you snuck off to the bathroom, now with your earbuds, to watch the video again. You also managed not to message Thor back, not wanting to give him any reaction that might make matters better worse. 
You practically jogged through the main doors and reception of the accommodation part of the compound, swiping your card to access the private elevator and sending it straight to the floor where you stayed with your Asgardian boyfriend. When it stopped, you stepped out, ready to give him a piece of your mind for teasing you all day, but immediately found yourself caught up in a pair of burly arms.
“You’re home! At last!” He pressed kisses all over your face, before capturing your lips. 
You squeaked as he hefted you in his arms, his kisses overwhelming your senses. 
Before you knew it he was pressing you down onto the bed, his hands shedding you of your clothes. It was when his flesh came into contact with yours that you realised he was already naked. His cock nudged your thigh as one of his hands spread your legs apart, cupping your pussy and teasing your entrance.
“So my little message to you did have an effect.” 
You snorted. “Of course it did, you bastard. I was working, not dead… oh fuck!” Your sarcastic retort was cut off as he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. As he did so, he continued to kiss up and down your neck, nuzzling into you. You moaned, your lust and arousal overriding your need to chew him out for his antics. Your back arched as you sucked air into your lungs, your body so tantalisingly close to the edge.
Then he pulled his fingers away and you whined.
“Thor!”
“I know, skatt. I know. It’s how I’ve felt all day. But I’ll make it better, really soon.”
He rolled the pair of you onto your sides and hooked your upper leg over his hip, opening you to him, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pressed his thick cock inside you. His arms wrapped around your body, ensuring there wasn’t even the slightest gap between you. His lips brushed your hair, your temples, your eyelids, and then he kissed your mouth again. You opened to him like a flower in bloom, eager for his impassioned love-making, but when you tried to roll your hips he held them still. 
“Relax, little one. You’ve been at work all day. You must be tired. Have a nap, my love.”
Your jaw dropped. “But… but… you… all day… I thought…” A roughened finger covered your lips, silencing you.
“I’m right where I want to be. Where I need to be. And I’ll still be here when you wake up. Then, kjære, I will worship you as I promised. But just give me this, let me enjoy you. Besides, you’ll need your energy for later.”
He continued with his soft kisses and caresses, his cock buried deep within you, and despite your scepticism about your ability to go to sleep with him like that, you soon felt your eyes closing again, your body going lax as slumber started to encase you. 
The last thing you heard before sinking into the soft depths was Thor’s voice, gently rumbling in your ear. “I love you, min skatt. You are the most precious treasure in the nine realms.”
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THE LOUD HOUSE CHAPTER 14
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The Loud House Chapter 14
The Loud House 
Natasha x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: Brief hinting at self-harm or unhealthy coping methods (from Cara). 18+ Minors DNI ( there’s smut in here)
W/c: 7.8k words
It was a snowy night in New York City when the war broke out. Well, it’s not exactly a war. Maybe you’re being a bit dramatic. However, you would continue to describe your night as everything but calm. There’s a person in every single part of the house, noise from wall to wall, and kids invading every single inch of space you can find and it’s driving you insane. Holidays are joyous. Family, games, gifts. It’s always such a good time but it never fails to overwhelm you. Over the years, your tolerance for noise and chaos has dwindled. You guess this is quite contradictory when you decided to have five children. The house is fully decorated in various shades of green and red. The Christmas tree is alight with all of the bright colors and ornaments that the children picked out together. Their presents are safely hidden in the attic where you moved them just the day before. Each one is perfectly wrapped and labeled with their respective child’s name on it. 
Soon, you’ll have to join everyone downstairs to follow the annual traditions. Christmas movie night. This time you’re introducing the kids to Tim Allen’s Santa Clause movie and you’re sure they will have a good time. Right now though, the minutes before, you relax. You need some time to breathe, to think, to ruminate. The year is quickly coming to a close. Your first few months in the new house have been a success. Not without a few bumps in the road but you would say the transition has worked out quite well. Even still, you can help but listen to that little voice in the back of your mind. The one that tells you you’re not good enough. It tells you you’re not fit to be a mother. You’re not worthy of the love you receive every day. You’ll ruin the children. With Natasha gone, something will happen. You shake your head. Your insecurities, ones that can often be ignored, are coming at you in full force today. This is why you’re sitting on the floor of your bedroom, back against the bedframe, as you simply breathe. In and out. Nice and steady. You aren’t able to see Natasha peek her head out of the bathroom to check on you. 
She’s worried just as much as you are. She’s done missions thousands of times. She runs her plays in her head. Counts her inventory of arsenal and guns. Thinks of the routes. The maps. The many languages she can speak. In the beginning, when she was assigned to this mission she wanted to decline. “I have kids” She wanted to say. “I need to stay home and care for them”. She wanted to argue. Somehow it didn’t seem appropriate. It’s not as if she’s retired. She’s not incapable of multitasking. She can be a mother and an Avenger. She could do both. Sometimes the lines bleed. She’s the first one to admit it. Her methods of coaching, training, and sternness often overlap with her parenting. It’s interesting how these thoughts pop into her head as she dresses for Christmas movies with the kids. Christmas eve with the family. She thinks about her own childhood and how holidays weren’t even celebrated. She often has to remind herself that her children are living a better life than she ever could. Even then, she knows how painful it is to leave home. To leave you. To leave them.  She doesn’t like it. She doesn't want to trade one for the other. She often reminds herself she has a purpose. This is what she needs to do to clear her ledger. This mission will be like the others. She will do more than her best to make it out alive.  
Natasha does a mental check. A sort of list that she reviews. The location of the kids. Cara is taking care of her new cat, opting to keep him in her bedroom for the time being. Charlie, James, and Paige are downstairs making Santa’s cookies with Melina and Alexei before your movie. She gave Luke a bath just an hour ago to prepare him for the night you were about to have. You? You’re doing absolutely nothing. In a few hours when the children are all asleep, you’re going to be given the task of dragging all of their presents to the den for them to open in the morning. If you’re lucky you’ll be able to get some sleep between those times but you’re not too convinced. 
You close your eyes, leaning your head against the mattress behind you, as you breathe. You’re happy. Your family is safe. Everyone is where they’re supposed to be. Why do you feel so stressed then? Could it be a flood of relief at being home from work for a little while? Natasha’s mission? That’s the more than likely culprit. You shouldn’t be thinking about more than you have. It’s been planned for a few weeks now. Maybe even months you’ve known about it and yet you cannot shake the feeling that things will be different. It’s the first time Natasha’s gone since Luke came home. The first time he’ll spend an extensive amount of time away from her. You don’t think he will understand. Neither will Paige who recently has taken to follow Natasha instead of you around like a little shadow. She parrots everything her Mama does. Including pretending to care for her baby dolls with the same gentleness Natasha exhibits with her. The older kids, they may have experience with it, but you’re still not sure how they’ll handle it. Natasha has vowed to go on missions less and less since becoming a mother. Recently, her work has dwindled down to one or two a year if that. Seems fighting crime and avenging weren’t needed if criminals were taking a break. 
You sigh to yourself. You’ll miss her. You know firsthand how little communication she can have while out in the field. She needs to focus. She needed to keep her head in the game. You understand that. A part of you wants to be selfish. You want to beg her to stay. Beg her not to leave you here, wondering, worrying about her safety. You glance over to her in the bathroom. She’s dressing in the red and white pajama onesie you bought for everyone. She stands in nothing but her pink boyshorts underwear and a sports bra. Your eyes trail over the smooth expanse of her stomach, over her hips and thighs, and back up. You divert your gaze back to your lap. You know she’s always aware of your moods. Sometimes you think the stress comes radiating off of you. You know she’s scared too. 
You wipe a hand over your face before opening your eyes. You almost shout as you find Paige sitting in front of you, tracing her fingers along the grooves of the carpet, her feet planted firmly against the ground, and she hums to herself. You hadn’t heard her come in. She’s so sneaky sometimes. She gets that from Natasha you’re sure. 
“Mommy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Paige queries, peeking up at you from her curtain of hair. It might be time for a haircut. You won’t do it unless she asks. Besides, you think she looks cute. She has this disheveled lion look going for her and if she’d let you brush it, it would look even better. For now, you wouldn’t worry about it. It’s Christmas and that’s the last thing on the do list. 
“Don’t you like your own bed?” You ask and she shakes her head. Of course not. 
“No, yours is bigger,” She opens her arms as wide as they go. “And I can hug you and Mama at the same time.”
You smile over at her. That’s a perfect reason in your book. She’s always being so sweet. She takes your smile as a reason to come and sit on your lap. She grabs a hold of both your hands, bringing them to wrap around her body. You kiss the top of her head, simply holding her. Your favorite thing about having little ones, they’re always so ready to give kisses and hugs. Paige’s lack of personal space awareness benefits you at times like this. You snuggle into her, rubbing your hands along her back, as she lies her head on your chest. She’s tired already. Proving to you that her staying up past her bedtime is probably not a good idea. Still, she insisted that she was a big girl and that she wanted to watch the movie just like her siblings. Every kid deserves to see their first Christmas movie.  You couldn’t deny her of that right. 
“Two of my favorite girls,” Natasha says as she steps out of the bathroom fully dressed.  “What are you two doing?”
“I wanna sleep in your bed tonight, Mama,” Paige states. “Can I?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Natasha puts a finger to her chin. She pretends that she is thinking for a long time. Long enough for Paige to become impatient. 
“Mama,” Paige contests. 
“I think you can stay in bed with us until you fall asleep,” Natasha says as a compromise and Paige finds that okay. “Now, go put on your onesie, I’ll be there to help you in a second.”
Paige stands. “Mama, is it okay if I eat some of the cookies?” She turns back to the both of you as if she’s just remembering it. Was this her plan all along?
“Don’t you want to save them for Santa?” You ask. She shrugs. 
“He can’t eat all of them,” Paige emphasizes. “He’s going to get a tummy ache.”
“That’s good thinking,” Natasha laughs. “You can have one.” 
“How about two?” Paige attempts to negotiate. She holds her fingers up in a piece sign. “I ate all my dinner so I should get two. Please.” She adds as an afterthought. Yeah, that will definitely sell it. 
“You did eat all of your dinner,” You nod in agreement. “Two cookies.” You agree and she smiles widely. It was a pleasure doing business with you. She runs out of the bedroom to go to her and Charlie’s shared room. She can get dressed by herself. 
Natasha looks at you, offering her hand to help you stand, and she pulls you to your feet. You stand just a couple of inches taller than her, smiling when she takes note of the height difference before you speak. She wraps her arms around your waist, leaning up on her toes to give you a sweet, gentle kiss. 
“You look utterly adorable in this outfit,” You murmur, tugging the material between your fingers, causing Natasha to look down at herself. 
“Yeah?” She raises a brow and you nod. 
“You look cute in everything,” You tell her, and this time she blushes. 
“Don’t compliment me too much it might go to my head,” She jokes and you chuckle. You stand there together, swaying back and forth, just holding each other. Natasha reaches up, massaging the back of your neck with her fingers, and you have to stop yourself from completely melting in her arms. 
“You know,” You begin. “You have magical fingers.” You moan. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Hmm, once or twice,” Natasha drags her nails down your neck slightly. The move sends shivers down your spine. You have half a mind to close this door and have your way with her. You can be quick. Probably not quick enough. With Paige hot on your tail and a house full of Christmas-ready people, you’re sure you will be caught this time. “I bought eggnog.” She informs you and your grin grows even bigger. 
“You should have told me that moments ago, let’s go,” You break free from her grasp. You need a drink. You tug her out of your bedroom and down the hallway. She stops briefly to knock at Cara’s door. The teen would be out soon. Next, you both stop at Paige’s bedroom where’s she struggling to get the onesie on. She’s in nothing but her underwear and a t-shirt, socks tossed to the side, as she looks completely over it. Apparently, it’s not easy at all to put on for her. 
She sits on her bottom, one end of the pajamas in her hands, as she frowns. There are tears of frustration in her eyes as she looks up at the both of you. 
“I can’t do it,” She whines pitifully. You can sense that allowing her to stay up past her bedtime could be something you regret. 
“You can,” Natasha kneels. “Show me, where are the feet?” Natasha encourages. Paige takes a minute, flipping the material every which way before she shows Natasha. “Okay, put them on one at a time.”
Paige does as told. Her left foot first, and then her right. 
“Now stand up,” Natasha helps her up. Paige stands, tugging the arm sleeves to their appropriate places before she zips herself. “See, I know you could.” Natasha matches Paige’s proud smile. 
“Thank you,” Paige stands with both hands clasped. Sometimes she could be a little old lady. “Movie now?” She requests, raising her arms to be carried by Natasha, and the redhead doesn’t deny her. She hoists Piage onto her hip with little problem. She is still so small that you don’t have much trouble carrying her around. You lead them down to the first-floor living room. The television is already on. Disney Plus is open, and the movie title covers display Christmas cheer, as the music plays in the background. There are blankets and pillows covering the floor. Popcorn and hot cocoa have been set out for the kids. Along with a few cookies for each of them. Natasha and Paige opt to stay in the living room while you go to the kitchen to pour yourself some of Natasha’s spiked eggnog. You would only have a little. You’re conscious of your limits and you know to be careful with drinking when around the kids. 
You pour two glasses with ice, one for you, and one for Natasha. You glance over to the kitchen island where Alexei is showing James how to arm wrestle. It’s one of their favorite things to do together. Alexei feigns weakness, his much larger hand trembles as it grips James’s smaller one, and you smile. 
“Mommy, I’m winning,” James announces. 
“I see,” You encourage. “You’re so strong.” You say and he beams. Just what he needed to hear. You step over to Melina and Charlie, who are just finishing up on the Christmas cookies for Santa. They’re an assortment of different shapes and sizes. Some stars, some snowmen, and others Christmas trees. “Nice job,” You compliment. You can hear the first notes of Jingle Bells playing from the speaker of Melina’s cell phone. 
“You know Jingle Bells was the first song they played in space,” Melina informs Charlie. 
“Really?” The little girl only seems half interested as she’s much too focused on decorating her cookie with green icing. 
“Yes, December 16, 1965, NASA’s Gemini 6A space flight,” Melina recites. She always remembers trivial yet relevant things like that. You find it utterly amazing. 
“Cool,” Charlie says. “Is Aunt Yelena coming?”
“She is but she will be a little late,” Melina answers. “Should be here soon.” She promises. She sets all of the cookies on a single plate and then covers them with plastic wrap for the time being. She moves the dishes over to the dishwasher while Charlie is given the task of cleaning off the counters. James jumps down from his seat to help his sister, having just won his second round of arm wrestling, and needing to burn off some energy. He pushes chairs in, cleans mats, and dumps the trash. Overall both children are helpful in getting the kitchen clean as you sip slowly. 
You all meet back in the living room, where you find an open spot on the couch next to Natasha. The children sit at your feet, all grabbing their own throw blankets, and taking their spaces for hot cocoa. Cara comes barreling down the stairs with Liho in her arms. So far he’s a pretty chill cat. She picked well. 
“Wait, let me take a picture first,” Melina sets up the phone camera on top of the fireplace. Everyone takes their positions. Cara stands behind the couch with Melina and Alexei. Paige, James, and Charlie come to set on the cough beside you. Everyone has big wide, grins on their faces, as the camera countdown. You’re all matching with the onesies and look semi-coordinated. The camera flashes and takes a decent picture. Everyone goes back to their seats. 
Melina and Alexei occupy the loveseat to your right. There’s a lazy boy on your left that was left open for Cara but she surprises you. She sits by your side, leaving little space between you, as she leans her head on your shoulder. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arm around her, pulling her closer, and kissing her forehead. She doesn’t flinch or move away. In fact, she snuggles even closer, one hand petting Liho’s soft, silky, black fur. 
“Mom?” She says. Her voice is low, quiet, and barely above a whisper. The movie has begun to play and the lights are dimmed. You can still hear her. She glimpses up at your eyes and then back to the screen. She licks her lips to moisten them. “I’m sorry.” She says and it catches you a bit off guard. She doesn’t say what for. She doesn’t go any further. Now’s not the time. She just needed you to know. 
You kiss her forehead again and snuggle into her even further. From beside you, Natasha was privy to the exchange and she feels a bit satisfied. Movie night with her family would turn out to be good. Thirty minutes into the movie, there’s a knock at the door and some grumbling from outside. Yelena. Natasha hurries to answer and suddenly the lights are turned out. The kids become alert, bouncing with excitement, as Yelena carries a handful of gifts with her. Natasha drops her duffel bag in a corner. 
“Auntie, those are for us?” James stands to help her. He sets them down on the ground, inspecting them, hoping to see his name on one of them. Paige sits up, having almost been asleep, but now she’s ready for her gift. 
Yelena isn’t a touchy-feely person. She doesn’t do much physical touch or contact. Though for the kids she makes an exception as they all line up to hug her. She passes them each a color-coded package and they look to you and Natasha for permission. 
“1 present before Christmas,” You nod. It wouldn’t hurt. 
“Don’t worry, they are age-appropriate,” Yelena says before Natasha can even say anything. The children tear into their packages, and the movie was forgotten, as they toss the wrapping paper aside. Cara’s box is a little bigger than the others and it’s easier to open. She practically squeals at the sight of Dr. Martens's black leather platform boots. 
“I asked your mom your size,” Yelena explains. “You have small feet.” 
“I like them a lot, thank you,” Cara traces her fingers over the leather. She really does like them. Truth be told you were expecting something much worse. Her gifts from previous years were a pocket knife and Cara’s own set of black batons that Natasha has since locked away. 
“What in the world is that?” Yelena gives an uncharacteristic yelp when she spots Liho. When she realizes it’s a cat her entire mood changes. “Who is this?” She lowers her hand for Liho to sniff her. 
“That’s my new cat, Liho,” Cara introduces them. 
“You approved?” Yelena looks to Natasha who nods. It’s not that she approves. Natasha isn’t a fan of animals. Though she can see how much it makes Cara happy. “Interesting.” She says. “Okay, next child.”
James is next to open his box. He beams as he realizes it is something scientific. It also has dinosaurs on the front and while he doesn’t know what it is, he’s sold. He shakes the box and turns it over. 
“It’s called Little Passports,” Yelena points to specific things on the box. “It has treasures and fun facts and cards. I think you will like it.”
“I do,” James nods his head enthusiastically. Charlie and Paige open theirs at the same time. Paige leans against you for support as she tries to suppress a yawn.
“A unicorn slime kit?” Charlie reads. Oh, she’s going to have so much fun with that. 
“Look, P, you got puppets,” You point to the box. 
“There’s purple ones, and green ones, and a red one,” Paige lists off. 
“Can you say thank you to Aunt Yelena?” Natasha prompts. 
“Spasibo,” Paige mutters and you all chuckle. 
“Bilingual queen,” Cara laughs. 
“Soon to be trilingual,” You proudly announce. “Paige’s grandmother has offered to pay for a tutor to come and teach her Korean a couple of times a week.”
“Wow that’s cool,” Charlie says and the rest of the family agrees. Paige hugs the box of puppets to her chest. She can’t wait to play with them. 
“Okay, now, Yelena,” Natasha says with a hand behind her back. She holds out neatly folded grey and white snowflake ones for the younger woman to take. 
“No, there’s no way,” Yelena says between nervous chuckles. 
“Auntie, please do it, it’s Christmas,” James begs and you know she can't say no to his charm. She sighs, snatching the onesie from Natasha’s hands and excusing herself to the bathroom. Ten minutes later she comes back out and sits on the reclining chair. 
As the movie goes by, you don’t really pay attention to it. Your mind is much too busy. Thoughts are too loud. Instead, you sip from your cup, allowing yourself to feel the slight buzz, as you thank Natasha for making the world’s best eggnog. One by one the children fall asleep sprawled all over the living room floor. The movie ends and you know it’s time to get to work. 
“Cara, help me take everything to the kitchen,” You ask and she nods. She stands from the couch with a stretch, raising her arms to the sky, before yawning. She’s pretty tired too. She grabs a couple of bowls and cups and you grab the others. You rinse everything before putting them into dishwashers. You’re sure Natasha and Alexei are carrying the kids upstairs to their beds. You and Cara don’t speak for a long while. You’re not sure what to say exactly. All you know is you’re the parent and you should be the one to step up. 
“Cara, come here,” You beckon her over to stand near you. Your tone is light, not at all menacing, and she still hesitates for only a second. She stands before you, a curiosity in her eyes, and you can see the way she clenches and unclenches her fists nervously. She hasn’t done that in a while. “How are you feeling?” You ask first.
“Fine,” Cara says. She nods to herself, repeating it again as if trying to ease her own worries, and she looks at you. “I’m fine.”
“Thank you, for apologizing,” You begin. She nods again. She’s nervous. You’re not going to yell at her or begin a conversation she’s not ready for. “I want you to know something. I need you to listen very well.” You instruct and she stands a bit straighter. “I love you.” You say and her shoulders sag in relief. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and she bites her lips to keep from bursting into tears. “You are my baby. My child. I know that what happened was messy. My actions and how I reacted to you that night weren’t indicative that I cared about your feelings. I know how hard it is for you. Making friends. Feeling normal.” You use the world closest to what she’s described to you in the past. “I did not like that you lied to us.” You continue. “Your health and safety are my number one priorities.” You reach out to wipe a fallen tear from her face. “I know whatever happened with that boy. Whatever you aren’t telling me or Mama is weighing on you. Am I right?”
Cara lowers her chin affirmatively. Her lip quivers and she sniffles before averting her gaze.  
“I know,” You hum. “For the record, if something did happen, or even if it didn’t. It will never change the way I view you. For our relationship, for me to take care of you the best way I can, and provide you guidance, I need you to tell me the truth. I need you to tell me what’s going on. It doesn’t have to be now. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow. When you’re ready. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” You promise and she doesn’t take a second longer before throwing herself into your arms again. It seems she’s a little touch deprived after her efforts to stay away for so long. Cara may be your oldest, and she may be a teen, but she’s always been a child that needs extra love and assurance to get by. To witness her pulling away and isolating herself broke your heart. 
“It’s stupid,” She mutters into the soft cotton fabric of your onesie. “It doesn’t matter.” Her voice cracks. 
“Hey,” You prompt her to lift her head. “I have always told you if it matters to you it does matter.”
“I really like him, Mom,” Cara confesses. “He’s not bad and I know we shouldn’t have been in his house. I just wanted to make my own choices for once.”
“I know,” You say. “And I understand that. Just because you make your own choices doesn’t mean you can’t consult with us. We would have let you hang out with him. Had you asked permission. We trust you.”
“Even now?” She asks. 
“Even now,” You affirm. You kiss her entire face, letting out loud smooches, as you hope to lighten her mood. She giggles before backing away to wipe her cheek clean. She drops her hand to her side and breathes. 
“Mom,” She says and you look at her again. “I wanted to, um,” She shakes her head. She can't make sense of what she wants to say. It’s eerily quiet here in the kitchen. There’s no noise in the rest of the house and you think that’s intentional. “When I get angry or sad. Like when I was younger, when I first came to you guys, I wanted to hurt myself.” She confesses and your heart drops. “I didn’t though. I haven’t done it since the few times in middle school and,” She swallows thickly. “That’s because I practiced what you guys taught me and… I wouldn’t do that anymore. Ever.” Her speech comes out jumbled. Like she can’t make sense of what’s going on in her head.  “Sometimes I don’t know. I’m glad I live with you. I like being with you and Mama. I just… I don’t remember her anymore.” She says with a whimper and she hopes that you understand what she’s trying to convey. You do.
You pull her back into your arms. 
“What if I do? Forget her? I always had this thing where I would hope she would come back to get me,” Cara confesses. “Everything keeps changing. It’s not the same. Being in Ohio. I don’t know. You’re my mom but she’s my mom too. I didn’t mean what I said. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” You hold her for a while longer. Cara is dealing with a lot. Your baby is hurting in more ways than one. She was a foster child since the age of five. She never knew stability until coming to live with you. The foster parents before you discarded her, left her at school, and didn’t even explain to her why they weren’t keeping her as if she was some puppy from the pound. Her life has not been easy by any means. She’s trying so hard to explain to you why she has been feeling the way she has lately. It will take her some time to get to that point. Being in Ohio has clearly affected her in more ways than one. You would drop the ball entirely if you don’t listen to what she’s trying to say to you. “We work on one thing at a time. How about that? Do you want to be with this boy? You have to show me that you’re mature enough for something like this. The changes? You have to let me know what I and Mama can do to make this better for you. I know moving back to New York would be the obvious option. We didn’t move with the intention of uprooting your lives.”
You rub along her back. You notice Natasha standing in the doorway now and you realize how long the both of you have been standing here. 
“We moved because in Ohio you don’t have paparazzi or strangers watching your every move. You can live privately. It may not seem like it now but I think it will be good. I will listen to your concerns. We will listen to them. We will make a compromise. Maybe you can come back during spring break or spend a few weeks here for summer with Wanda. We’re going to talk more about this. Extensively.”
“Okay,” Cara nods. “I’ll tell you about Ezra and everything else but not now. When I’m ready.” She looks for your approval. You would like that. 
“Now, go, sleep, Santa won’t like that you’re awake should he arrive,” You smile at her and she gives you one in return with a slight eye-roll. 
“I didn’t think he was coming for me,” Cara admits. “Can I have a hint on what he got me?”
“Sleep,” You give a pointed finger in the direction of her bedroom and she scurries out of the room. She gives Natasha a kiss on her cheek and then exits the room. 
“So,” Natasha questions. You play coy. You attempt to wipe away an invisible speck of dirt on your wedding ring and she clears her throat. “y/n?”
“I think I’m on the cool mom list again,” You humbly brag and Natasha laughs. 
“Were you ever even on it?” She says and you drop your mouth in offense. 
“I’ll have you know,” You wag a finger at her. You sober up for only a second. “Nat, she’s going through a lot. School, friends, this boy. They’re not even officially dating. That we know of”
“I know,” Natasha says. “This mission? Should I try to get it assigned to someone else?”
“If you think it will be quick we should be fine,” You want desperately to tell her no. You want her to stay home with you. Never leave. Is it selfish to want that? She could be saving so many lives doing what she loves. You couldn’t take that away from her. “More eggnog?” You suggest and she doesn’t protest to that. You top your glasses off with a little more before following her into the living room. 
All of the children’s presents, wrapped and ready to go, have been displayed here under the Christmas tree. You help to organize them in a way that doesn’t completely occupy the living room. 
“Did you buy the entire store?” Yelena questions. 
“Not this time,” You say. It’s true the kids have a handful of gifts each. Their bikes, their toys, and new clothes. It looks like Walmart threw up in your home. Everything would have to be shipped back to Ohio once the holiday is over but you’re fine with it. As long as the kids are happy. You drink from your cup, enjoying the whiskey and rum mixture, that has you cool and calm. You watch as Natasha wraps a few last-minute gifts with Yelena’s help. Well, mostly Yelena just goofs off while Natasha does all of the work. 
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It’s two more hours before everything is done and you both collapse in your bed with exhaustion. You lie there, fighting to keep your eyes open, as Natasha drags the covers over the both of you. 
“Is there a guess on who’s going to be in here first?” She questions, rubbing her fingers over your belly, and you look up at the ceiling. 
“James,” You say and she agrees. “He’s always up at the ass crack of dawn. He and Paige. Christmas is no different.”
“Hmm,” Natasha grins. She can’t wait for them to see everything. She never thought she would be so happy and excited about a holiday such as this one. She’d only celebrated it a few times during childhood and then nothing. Having kids has given her an entirely different outlook on the holiday and why it’s so special for a lot of people. Suddenly though the sweet innocent thoughts transition into naughtier ones. Her fingers stop their running to go a few inches up where your zipper is. She holds it in her hands, before tugging it down to expose your bare chest. 
“Nat?”You peek one eye open to look over at her. 
“Shh,” She says, moving the zipper down further, and further until it exposes your panties. “You’re wearing panties?” She wonders aloud. 
“It would be excruciatingly uncomfortable if I hadn’t,” You respond. Natasha resumes her massage from earlier. This time placing her hands on your breasts, teasing your nipple, delighting in the feel of it hardening underneath her palm. She reaches up, turning your face towards her to kiss you in the darkness. It’s a slow kiss. Nasty. All tongue, all passion, every single feeling of lust embodied into it. She drops her hand again, this time much closer to your pelvis. The panties would be annoying but she doesn’t care. She dips her fingers beneath the waistline and passes over the neat landing strip of hair before she meets complete wetness. 
Your moans are intermingled the first time she touches your pussy. She swirls her fingers around, collecting your juices from your entrance, to bring them back up to your clit. You never stop kissing her, though you do gasp, when she pushes a singular finger inside of you. It’s a tight fit, you grip her, and she moves methodically as your hips thrust forward to meet her. She swallows another one of your moans, liking that she can make you into this needy mess, and she’s not even giving it her all. 
When she adds another finger, she picks up the pace. She pulls herself away from your mouth to watch your face. It’s not so dark that she can’t see you. She studies you, your heaving chest, your arched back, your knit brows. You look so fucking delicious. She knows how stressed you’ve been feeling and she wants to make it all go away. She picks up the pace now, the squelching sound coming from your pussy turns you on even more, and she smirks. 
Being back at the brownstone means thinner walls. This time you’re the one who needs to keep quiet as you’re completely putty in her hands. She lifts slightly to move one side of your onesie. She takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, nipping when she needs to, and littering your entire breast with kisses before she returns. She can feel you getting close, can hear it in the desperation of your voice, the way you scrunch your noise and keep yourself quiet. Just when she times it, she bites your nipple, not too hard that there’s true pain, but enough for it to be a stark contrast from the pleasure you feel further down. Your climax, hard, she continues her movements, ramming into you, keeping you higher and higher, and when you grip her wrist to stop and she does. You don’t want her to pull out just yet. Between your slight buzz and your recent orgasm, you feel on cloud 9. 
“Off,” You demand when she finally does pull out of you. You can’t move too much but you do loll your head to the side to watch as she strips herself free from her clothes. 
“How do you want me?” She asks and you think. You reach over to the nightstand, turn the key, and open it to reveal your favorite strap-on. 
“On your belly,” You say. Suddenly you have a lot of energy. You take your time undressing, strapping the cock around your waist, and moving back over to the bed. That base that touches your clit in the right place has you a tad bit overwhelmed but you can ignore it in favor of pleasuring Natasha. You position yourself between her spread legs, admiring the smooth expanse of her back, her butt, and the way she waits so patiently for you, has you thinking you’ve died and gone to heaven. You reach over, grab a spare pillow, and position it under her hips, before nudging her open even wider with your knee. 
You push forward. A test run, sliding the tip through her folds, slicking it with her juices to prepare her for you. Natasha moans into the pillow, pushing her ass back in time with your movements. She’s glad she locked the door. You use one hand to keep her from moving, and another to grip the cock, as you find her entrance. You lick your hand, providing a little bit more moisture for the base before you push inside of her. Natasha smashes her face into the pillow, offering it all of her moans and whines, as she waits patiently for you to slide all the way in. You can feel and see her ass right against your pelvis. You hold both hands on each side of her and get to work. You slide out with one long, slow thrust. You slide back in and Natasha’s body shakes with pleasure. You can’t see the look on her face, just a few of her features, but you know she’s enjoying this. You thrust harder, biting your lip at the way her ass bounces, and you try again. Harder, faster, rougher, and Natasha doesn’t complain one bit. You thrust into her with abandon, keeping your strokes just how she likes them, her pussy now having enough lubrication of its own to keep you sliding out so effortlessly. Natasha cries out, reaching blindly behind herself, and you know what she wants. 
You lean down further, kissing her neck, her back, her ear, anything you can reach as you fuck her. God, you love fucking her. 
“Are you going to cum for me?” You ask and she nods pitifully. You can see it but there are tears in her eyes from the pleasure she feels and she actually thinks she might pass out. She doesn’t know why this night of all nights feels so much more pleasurable but she enjoys it. “You’re taking me so well.” You whisper close to her ear. You know how much she loves dirty talk. You reach down, giving her ass a hard slap, and her pussy clenches around you. She’s taking all 8 inches like a pro, moving her hips back towards you whenever you thrust forward, and gripping the headboard to keep her grounded. “Fuck,” You whine at your own impending climax. “You’re going to come with me, baby.” You request and Natasha nods. She slips a hand under herself, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles around her over-engorged bud and both of you feel it at the same time. She falls first, and you soon after, thrusting into her impossibly harder, gripping her hips so tight you’re sure they’ll be bruises as she climaxes. You collapse against her in exhaustion, even as she writhes under you, elongating her few seconds of pressure. 
Seconds pass and you eventually sit up again to kiss her shoulders. You remove the strap from her, rubbing her back soothingly when she hisses and you lie on your back. 
“I love fucking you,” You say aloud and she smiles tiredly into her pillow. 
“I love when you fuck me,” She says. 
“Just give me a minute and I’ll clean you up,” You promise and she closes her eyes. You stand, walking into the ensuite to grab a warm towel. You pee, wash your hands, discard the strap and dildo in a safe place until you clean it before you walk back to where she’s now lying on her back. You sit next to her, reaching your hand between her legs, ignoring her slight twitching as you clean her up. When you’re done she gets up to pee and freshen up before coming back to bed. She dresses in a t-shirt and shorts before handing you a matching set. She unlocks the bedroom door and comes back to cuddle with you. 
“Merry Christmas,” She says.
“Merry Christmas,” You parrot. You trade soft and sweet kisses with her, ones much different from earlier, and you do until you both fall asleep. 
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The morning arrives sooner than you would like. Just a measly few hours after you’d fallen asleep, your door bursts open. In comes James, with Paige hot on his tail, as they both crawl into your bed to wake you up. 
“Mama, Mommy,” James shakes you both as Paige bounces on the bed. “Wake up, Santa came.” He forces you awake and you groan. 
“Santa would want us to wake up at an acceptable time,” You bury yourself under the covers. Natasha on the other hand is much more receptive to her wake-up call.
“But it’s light outside,” Paige looks over at your window. “Time to wake up.”
“You’re right,” Natasha grins mischievously. “You know what would really wake, Mommy, up? Morning cuddles.” They don’t need to be told twice. They both crawl under the covers with you, James almost kneeing you in the kidney as he lies his head on your chest. 
“I’m up,” You sigh, kissing them each good morning before you throw the covers back. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Already downstairs and brushed their teeth,” James informs you. “It’s our job to wake up moms.”
“Well, you succeeded,” Natasha yawns. “We will be down in a minute.” She watches as they both run out of the room to wait for you. You brush your teeth, moving over a bit so that she can do the same, and she kisses your shoulder blade. “Morning.”
“Morning,” You mumble. You don’t want to be grumpy but you need sleep. You both go downstairs at the same time, hand in hand, smiling at all of your family impatiently waiting to open their gifts. 
“Come sit with me,” Paige takes a hold of your unoccupied hand and drags you over to her side of the tree. “Santa brought all my presents in pink. See they say my name.”
“And what is that?” You encourage her to read the letters. 
“P-A-I-G-E,” Paige holds her finger under each letter of the first present she shows. 
Natasha sits down beside the other kids, taking Luke in her lap when he reaches for her, as the morning festivities begin. 
“Okay, last year it was youngest to oldest,” You raise a hand to quiet them down. “We’re going to do oldest to youngest this year. Everyone gets their stockings at the same time.” You help to pass one out to each person. Each one is filled with something different for everyone. 
“Cara,” Natasha says and the teen pours out the content of her stocking into her lap.
 Dior nail varnish in red.A Louis Vitton wallet and passport holder, candy, and black gloves from one of her favorite brands. A mace and matching safety alarm in the color pink. 
“Some of those things are from Nana,” You tell her to turn it over. 
“I’ll make sure to tell her thanks,” Caras stuffs everything back into her stocking. “Thank you, guys.”She beams. 
“Me next,” Charlie pours out her things. Outfalls her assortment of items. Scrunchies, a couple of bracelets, a new pack of Uno cards, her favorite Hershey kisses, a bottle of bubbles, socks, and more candies. “Ohh, I also got a slinky and a yoyo!” She holds up the items. “Thank you, Moms.” 
James takes his turn quietly. Instead of dumping his things like his siblings, he takes out each thing one by one. Colored fizzy tablets for the bath. Exploding Minions card game, a toothbrushing turtle timer (per his request), a pair of socks, and a pair of gloves with Spiderman decorations. His favorite candy which he asks to open and you allow him one piece. He stuffs the Mike and Ike’s in his mouth in glee. 
Paige is next and she requires your help. A beanie and gloves. Candy. Play-doh. A mini sticker set. A stamp kit.Piggy paint. Socks. Everything she asked for. 
“Oh, wow, I got lot of things,” Paige says as you move on to Luke who’s been trying to take James’s toys from him the entire time. 
“Luke, look,” Natasha waves his stocking in front of his face. Melina passes the video camera to Alexei to record. She hands a toy to Luke and watches his eyes light up. In true baby fashion, the red ball he’s just received his food and he brings it to his mouth first. 
“I think he likes it,” Yelena quips. He does indeed. The adults continue around until no more stockings are left. You’ve got a new sleeping cap, a new watch charger, socks, a pair of gloves, and candy. Natasha receives a hand warmer, a new brush after Paige flushed hers down the toilet, gloves, candy even though she doesn’t eat it much, and a new pair of earrings. 
You’re able to move on to the big gifts in no time. Melina walks around with a trash bag to collect any loose wrapping paper and trash. Cara gets new boots and her first luxury handbag. Charlie gets a brand new American Girl doll, new boots, and Jojo Siwa headbands. She loves those the most you think. James gets a bumper car, one much too big to be taken out here, and a telescope. Paige gets a barbie dream house, boots, and dolls. Overall each of the kids has something they need and something they want. 
When all the gifts are opened, all of the pictures are taken, and all of the videos are recorded, it’s time for breakfast. You and Natasha prepare a big meal that’s easy and quick while the others keep the kids occupied. 
Now you had one more event to keep this Christmas going and you could relax. 
Tony’s party was in a couple of hours and you’re excited about what’s in store for the day.
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the shot heard round the tower - @pellucid-constellations
Part 2: Unwarranted Weakness You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay. ❤️😔
flowers bloom - @teamatsumu
soulmate au, Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder. ❤️
hero for hire - @delicatelyherdreams
Tired of constantly being sat on the sidelines for missions, Bucky Barnes decides that he’s going to do his own hero work and offer his services to the public as a freelance “hero for hire.” He expects to be asked to rescue cats from trees or help little old ladies cross the street, but he doesn’t expect to get tangled up in your life. He definitely doesn’t expect to fall for you either. But, when you’re a hero for hire, you’ve gotta see the mission through ❤️😔
under oath - @ugh-supersoldiers
The people called for justice, the state answered. The trial of State v. Barnes is set to begin, and the odds are most certainly not in favor of the not so beloved ex Winter Soldier. That’s where you come in, the quick, smart, and all too brave lawyer set on defending and saving one Bucky Barnes from legal prosecution. The only problem? He’s not so sure he’s worth saving at all. 😔🔥
little boy blue - @samingtonwilson
Next Parts: Little Bo Peep, Sticks and Stones, A was an Apple Pie steve coaxes bucky to go on one of his classroom visits ❤️
wordpeddler - @heli0s-writes
An online petition for the Avengers to be interviewed turns into a series of misadventures with the so-called wordpeddler. ❤️📱
sure, jan - @buckysmischief
While writing your college history paper on WWII, you decide to tweet your favorite avengers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, for help. They were also the most qualified. It’s not like they would actually reply, right? ❤️📱
must've been the wind - @pies-writes-and-more
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Bucky helps reader out of an abusive situation 😔
play pretend - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
part 2 you ask bucky to pretend to be your boyfriend in a bar ❤️🔥
cookies, kisses, and such - @stevebabey
part 2: candlelight and cuddles bucky moves in next door to you and you bake him cookies ❤️
sunrise - @wkemeup
After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meetsyou. (Modern AU) parings: bucky x reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader) ❤️🔥
uncle buck - @enchantedbarnes
You take your nephew to a Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson Q&A event. The mischievous 8-year-old asks if he can get in line to ask a question. Against your better judgement you agree and let him go up by himself. ❤️
oh no, that's bad - @andyl394
You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it? ❤️📱
bucky's bistro dates - @wonderlandmind4
A Bistro owner is witness to Bucky Barnes bad dates. ❤️
café crema - @wonderlandmind4
The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee. ❤️🔥
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Secret Santa
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: The Avengers do Secret Santa for Christmas.
Word Count: 661
Warnings/Contents: None? Slightly suggestive t-shirt slogan? Allusions to Bucky having a boner? That's basically it.
A/N: This is a sequel to "More Than Anything"
Cross-posted on AO3.
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You'd been so relieved when you drew Bucky's name for Secret Santa. You still didn't know the other Avengers quite well enough to feel very confident picking out gifts for them. But Bucky would be easy.
Of course, now that you were all gathered around a pile of colorfully-wrapped gifts in the common room of Avengers Tower, it occurred to you for the first time that someone had drawn your name too, & you were suddenly a bit nervous at the thought of being the center of the Avengers' attention, even if only for a few moments while you opened your gift.
You hadn't paid too close attention to what the rest of the group had received from their Secret Santas, as you were prone to getting lost in your own thoughts when you were nervous or anxious, but you'd gleaned that Tony had received some manner of tech that you didn't understand. You had to assume that Bruce had drawn Tony's name, as he was probably the only person who understood that sort of thing enough to know what to get him.
Natasha was happily flipping a brand new pair of knives, while Clint looked over a set of tickets to some kind of show that he would take his family to, followed by dinner reservations at a very nice - but still child friendly - restaurant, all expenses paid. You thought it was sweet that Clint's gift was essentially 100% stress-free quality time with his family.
Steve had received a tin full of cookies, & upon tasting one, Steve knew exactly who his Secret Santa was. You smiled as Steve stood up & hugged Bucky tightly, sniffling back his emotions. You had caught Bucky a few nights before, holed up in the kitchen for an unknown number of hours, trying desperately to recreate Steve's mom's oatmeal cookie recipe. By Steve's reaction, you guessed Bucky finally figured it out.
Suddenly your attention was drawn to Bruce, who had volunteered to hand out the gifts, & was handing you a soft bundle wrapped neatly in green paper & tied with gold ribbon.
You took the bundle & began unwrapping it, hyper aware of everyone's eyes on you. You lifted the black fabric from its wrappings, watching it unfold into a very oversized t-shirt.
You looked over the image & the words printed on the front, & you bit both lips together & squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to keep from erupting in laughter.
Everyone was waiting for you to turn the shirt around & show it off, except for Nat, who looked like the cat who got the canary. Of course she was responsible for this.
Instead of showing the shirt off to the group, you balled it up, stood up from your spot on the sofa, & left the room. Bucky only had a moment to worry about why you left before you reappeared in the entryway.
There you stood, wearing the oversized t-shirt, which fell at your mid-thigh, completely hiding the sleep shorts that you could no longer tell you were wearing, & causing Bucky to pull a throw-pillow from beside him on the sofa & place it strategically on his lap as he dragged his eyes over your bare legs, & up over the shirt which depicted the silhouette of a scantily clad, curvy woman, shrugging, & encircled by the words: "DON'T BE AFRAID TO GET ON TOP. IF HE DIES, HE DIES."
The whole room whooped & cheered, & you did an awkward little curtsey, before knocking the throw-pillow off of Bucky's lap & taking your seat there instead, making Bucky groan lowly as you shifted & got comfortable.
Bruce announced that all the gifts had been handed out, before realizing that there had been nothing in the pile for Bucky.
"Buck's gonna have to wait for his present," you said, feeling his warm palm sliding up your bare thigh underneath the hem of your shirt, his other arm wrapped around your back, holding you tightly against him. "After all, Nat's just provided the perfect wrapping..."
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Apologies in advance for the long ask but could you maybe write an Avengers fic with 1, 9, 11, 13 and 19... (most of those can just be references or brief comments lol) and with the og avengers group (cap, tony, nat, bruce, thor, clint, scott, sam + like bucky and pepper) I just would like to read some fun found family avengers Christmas (with a bit of stucky and clintasha thrown in if you want) ur writing is awesome btw :)
Alright I finished the last one! Merry Christmas I hope you like it. Also thank you I’m glad you enjoy my writing!
The text from Tony to the Avengers had stated that they all needed to be at the Avenger's headquarters at 10 am on Christmas Eve, to wear their ugliest Christmas sweater, and they were welcome to bring some kind of food if they wanted. He’d followed it up after a few seconds with another that said “And before you ask Capsicle yes you can bring your stupid husband”. They didn’t get any other details after that other than he promised he could get them to their families by Christmas morning so they didn’t need to worry about flights if that was necessary (that only really applied to Sam though since he had his sister and nephews).
When Christmas Eve rolled around Steve found himself entering the headquarters with a plate of freshly baked Christmas cookies and his husband Bucky, wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. Bucky’s was a Hanukkah featuring a cat playing with Dreidel that Steve had gotten him because of how much his husband loved their car Alpine. He didn’t really expect the other to wear it too much but he loved it.
Most of the others were already there when they arrived, seated on the couches in the sitting room. Someone, probably Tony since he organized this, had put up a tree in the corner of the room and some other festive decorations. Christmas music was playing from a speaker he couldn’t see. Some food was already out on the table and the Avengers who had arrived were chatting about something he didn’t hear because Tony interrupted to greet them as they approached.
Continued on AO3
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pizzacatdelight · 10 months
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Introduction
Hello, my name is PizzaCat Delight. This is my first time having a Tumblr account and want to better express myself. This blog will mainly about Autism related content, personal thoughts and stuff from my special interest. So, here is my introduction post.
About me:
Name: Claire
Pronouns: she/her
Nationality: American 🇺🇸
Sexuality: Bisexual
Birth: Sept. 22 ♍️
Age: 28
Race: Black
Belief: Pagan
Autistic, disabled & suffer from anxiety
Likes:
Color: pink & white
Food: pizza, pretzels, pasta, french fries, bacon, popcorn, salty food, crunchy food, cake, M&Ms, chocolate chip mint ice cream & chocolate chip cookies
Drink: tea, sweet tea, fruit punch, coke cola & cherry coke
Animal: cats, pandas, bunnies, pigs, hamsters, butterflies, penguins, mice, beavers, otters, ducks, squirrels & bees
Anime: Sailor Moon, Demon Slayer, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Pluto
Book: The Hunger Games, The Great Gatsby, Little Women, Nancy Drew
Cartoons: Spongebob SquarePants, Ed, Edd n Eddy, The Powderpff Girls (1998 Verison), Chowder, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Totally Spies & Clone High (Season 1)
Movies: Sherk, Back to the Future, Cinderella, The Avengers, Toy Story, The Muppets Christmas Carol & The Lord of the Rings
General genre: mystery, crime, history, fantasy, slice of life & humor
Video game genre: life simulator, visual novels, puzzles, rpgs, adventure, action-adventure, metroidvania & causal
Music genre: oldies, disco, new wave, 80s' pop & pop-punk
Dislikes:
Mean people
Being rude
Unexpected loud sounds
Yelling
Negativity
Discrimination
Injustice
Smell of rotten things and bleach
Moody food
Humid weather
Being overheated
Wearing hot clothes
Jumpscares in any media
My hobbies:
Drawing
Writing 📝
Reading 📖
Cooking 👩🏽‍🍳
Playing video games 🎮
Napping
Traveling
Coding
Collecting
Gardening
Taking pictures
My special interests:
Hello Kitty
Cats
Cute things
Stuffed Animals
Nintendo Franchise (Animal Crossing, Earthbound, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Kirby, Legend of Zelda, Pokemon & Super Mario)
Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair
Danganronpa Another (Fan Game)
Cartoons (Total Drama)
Anime (My Hero Academia, Attack of the Titans & Spy x Family)
History and culture
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Avengers of Remnant Profile: Ruby Xiao Long
Name: Ruby Xiao Long
Codename(s): Red Widow, Black Widow, Spider-Woman
D.O.B: 31st October
Race: Inhuman (half-human/half-kree)
Nationality: Valen
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8"
Hair Colour: Dark red
Eye Colour: Silver
Complexion: White
Affliation:
Avengers
Beacon Academy
SHIELD
Weapon(s):
Escrima sticks
Staff
Dual pistols
Dust infused gloves
Powers:
Widow's bite
Enhanced strength
Enhanced agility
Enhanced reflexes
Family:
Mar-Vell/Taiyang Xiao Long (father)
Summer Rose (mother)
Yang Xiao Long (sister)
Jaune Arc (husband)
Sage Ayana (brother-in-law)
Blanc Arc (brother-in-law)
Noir Arc (brother-in-law)
Saphron Cotta-Arc (sister-in-law)
Terra Cotta-Arc (sister-in-law)
Adrien Cotta-Arc (nephew)
Likes:
Cookies
Strawberries
Yang's cooking
Tai's cooking
Summer's desserts
Avengers
Video games
Anime
Manga
Comics
Superheroes
Training and sparring
Missions
Dogs
Cats
Jaune's motivational speeches
Beacon Academy
Cold weather
Dislikes:
Red Room
Zodiac
HYDRA
Masters
Inhuman Royal Family
Ten Rings
A.I.M
Squadron Supreme
Dill pickles
Raisins
Homework
Losing
Death and destruction
Feeling weak
Yang's puns
Saphron's singing
Goals:
To become a great hero and help those in need.
Notable Events:
TBA
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universeofdreams · 8 months
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Top Pilot Pt. 2
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Avengers x Fem!Reader
Genre: slight angst, fluff
Warnings: mention of side-character death, short mention of alcohol and cigarettes, lightly mature language, explanation of mc's mothers death PLUS a shit ton of technical talk
Wordcount: 1867
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Summary: Y/n finally meets Stark at the Expo and even has to pay his coffee. Then she flys out for a reconnaissance-flight and has a weird feeling in her gut that didn't came from one of her colleagues flirting with her.
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After Peter left, Y/n decided to just go and exercise until it was evening, she didn’t even remember that the time was going round so fast when she looked over to the clock on the oven display, which showed already 6pm. 
„Fuck.“ She muttered and hopped into the shower. 
When she came out he only had one and a half hours to get ready, that was why she hurried a lot, did her hair and slipped into the dark blue dress, tailored for her. The pilot looked sleek but very intimidating, like she always did but the dress was different, made her look a bit older and wiser, cooler and wealthier than she actually was, her hair slicked back slightly and her heels were neatly polished. 
Her cat nestled against her leg and an incredible amount of hair got caught on the fabric of the dress, which made her scowl and slightly pushed Mr. Whiskers away, he meowed offended and went back to laying on the couch, when Y/n stored her mobile in her clutch, took his coat and left, locking the door. 
The driver was already waiting for her to escort her to the Expo. On the way she scrolled through Instagram, smiled when she saw that Wade also texted her. Wade? Oh yes, Wade Wilson, they knew each other, they met one time downtown at midnight, Y/n shared her beer with him just like hier cigarettes. 
Jumanji: Yo dumbtruck, tonight’s Stark Expo? You gonna look like a business w doing business huh?
Y/n: Shut the fuck up jumanji, im working, instead of doing the wade wilson style and just hanging 'round home
Jumanji: Fuck you Y/n you’re a horrible friend.
That was it, the conversation didn‘t last longer. 
She arrived at the back of the Expo and someone opened the door, leading her backstage. Employees here and there, fixing things, carrying machines around until a certain red haired woman came up to Y/n and introduced herself as Pepper Potts, the head of Stark Industries and Y/n did know her. 
„You’re the colonel of the Air Force, right?“ 
It was the ex-boss Tony Stark who appeared behind her, sunglasses still on and his suit was crumbled, just like Y/n imagined him to look alike. 
„Yeah“ 
He nodded and Pepper walked off with saying „Good that you’re here, I just want you to see the new things.“ Which had him shocked. Tony stayed there and he began to shovel the little snacks that were on the table into himself. 
„Not hungry?“ He asked the younger one and ate another cookie, because Y/n just shook her head. 
„What’s your name kiddo?“ 
„Hanson.“ 
„And your first name? You‘re more of a silent one huh?“
„Y/n’s my first name, sir.“ She just said, leaning back and folding her legs. „I’m not a silent one, I’m just bored.“ 
„Bored because of Pepper?“ 
„No, I wear that expensive dress because I have to sit here and watch. I’m a pilot, always on the run, Pepper‘s a nice woman but I‘m just not here to sit around you know.“ She stated to make her ambitions clear. When she looked up into Tony’s eyes she just saw him laughing.
„You’re intelligent, right?“
Y/n just shrugged. Tony sat down next to the young woman and laughed even more. 
„Are you bored, Sir?“ 
The female asked and one of her strands hung into her face as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Tony nodded. 
„The food is great though.“ 
Now also Y/n nodded. „Want to go drink a coffee?“ The 24-years-old asked and Tony nodded and got up. „Come on, if you want you’re free to drive this baby here.“ He said while pointing to the orange Audi, which got Y/n excited. 
Since she was a little girl she was also interested in cars, now she had the chance to drive one. „Okay sure, I’m driving, I’m choosing where we go.“ 
The girl smirked and took the drivers seat, started the motor and waited for Tony to sit down, when he did Y/n drove off to a small coffee shop around Manhattan. They both entered the store and Y/n immediately got greeted by a smaller girl with blond hair. 
„Hey Y/n! Long time no seen, what can I get you?“ She asked, her smile wide because he hadn’t seen the colonel in what felt like ages. 
„I‘d take a normal vanilla macchiato and for him-“ „an espresso and a whiskey please.“ Tony finished his sentence and Ciara smiled and started working. 
Both of them took a seat in the back of the shop and started talking about trivial things until Stark noticed the ring on Y/n’s ring finger with which she played the whole time. 
„So young and already married?“ He asked the younger girl who just shook her head.
„Actually, it’s Ciara‘s wedding ring.“ She pointed at the girl that suddenly came up with their drinks. 
After she left, Tony signalized Y/n to go on. „After her husband, my best friend, died, she gave it to me because it caused her too much pain.“ She explained and took a sip of her drink. „So you’re just a scapegoat? How did he die?“ 
„He was in the same formation as I was, just enlisted in the Air Force, his plane got shut down, it was his first flight.“ 
„Oh.“ 
And it was the only thing Tony said.
„I saw videos of you flying a B2, you’re doing that often?“ „I don’t care, my major gives me a mission and I do it, it’s that easy.“ 
„Someone’s unscrupulous, huh?“ And he laughed again, so did Y/n. When they were done with their coffee, which also the pilot payed, Tony drove Y/n back home. He fed his pets and then left to go to sleep, because tomorrow will be the hardest day, an important escorting flight.
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The annoying alarm woke her up at 5am, meeting the cold and hard wall opposite of her bed. Dallas was laid next to her and also woke up, licked across Y/n's face as a good morning and made the young woman literally jump out of bed. 
„Fuck! Isn’t it hard enough to just wake up at 5am? Now I need to shower again Dallas! Bad boy!“ She muffled and shuffled into the bathroom only to shower again. This time she did her hair neatly with gel so that her hat and the bun wouldn’t look horrible on top of it.
In a few seconds she was in his uniform, fed the animals, grabbed a granola bar and left the house just to take the bus to the air force base.  
„Good morning Hanson!“ 
„Mornin‘ Mick!“ 
Small conversations everywhere she went on her way to the hangar, passed a lot of friends which always smiled at him. 
„Looking pretty Y/n!“ Someone yelled, that could only be Mosly Winston, the guy that always tried to hook up with her. „I always do, who do you expect me to be to not look good?.“ She stated confidently when the other one caught up at Y/n’s pace, following her. 
„Are you free for lunch break?“ The blonde asked and smirked at Y/n who just shook her head. 
„No? Why?“ “I thought we could spend our lunchtime together!” The male recommended with a sheepish smile.
„Man Winston I’m working here, besides we’re not even dating.“ She defended herself and kept walking until they arrived at the hangar. Mosly had been quiet for the rest of the walk, not daring to say a word to the woman.
„Listen, Mosly, it’d be wiser to not follow me if you don’t wanna jump into one of those jets.“ She smirked and walked to her own plane. 
„Y/n I know no one who’s that focused on those jets, I wouldn’t never jump into this cockpit.“ Winston admitted and walked away, waving the younger one goodbye. 
She took a last sip of coffee, talked to her comrades and then climbed up the ladder into the cockpit.
When she held the control stick in her hands she felt at home, looking around to make sure everything’s set the way she needed it to be, made some adjustments to the instruments around and then was ready to go. She put on the helmet and fondled the side of the plane where her name and nickname ‚Y/n ‚Flying Ace’ Hanson‘ stood and smiled to herself while thinking about the many times she flew operations with the raptor and always was the best one performing, in general she was very happy how it all was right now. 
The hangar was her second home next to her flat with the two animals but that’s where she worked and her mom would’ve said that she should always feel comfortable at her workplace and indeed, she did. 
Her mom died from cancer and she wasn’t over it yet, especially because she was a really loving woman, supporting her no matter what she did and she always made sure her daughter was well. But just as Y/n expected, she didn’t like the idea of her enlisting the Air Force and she as really mad when she told her because her mother wanted her to have a wealthier life. She told her to leave and never come back as the disgrace she was now in her eyes and it broke the little girl she was back then.
A few days later she died and left nothing but a letter full of disappointment for her own daughter, the one she gave birth to. She cried for days, months, didn’t go to work and felt so responsible for her death as if she influenced it, but obviously. 
Back to the reality, she still smiled to herself and closed the cockpit, waved some of the other pilots and started the engine. The plane rolled down the hangar and left it, in front of it the long runway, behind it the rest of the formation. 
She was always the first one to depart, one of the advantages of being a Colonel Lieutenant. 
Usually the takeoffs were smooth and perfect but today was something wrong, as if the jet didn’t want to leave. There were complications with the lifting and one of the copilots asked through the intercom if her jet was okay but that was right when Y/n adjusted the manual control and got the short plane up into the air. 
„Yep, all done, she just didn’t wanna leave today. We’re good.“ She spoke into the comm and started watching the rest take off. 
„Kay m’lady, we’ll do that today?“ She told the raptor as if it was a fragile human being, as if she needed to care for its emotions. 
„Raptor 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, you on?“ Was her job to ask into the comm and got six times a ‚yes‘ back, which was great. She then started recording the flight. 
„Reconnaissance-flight number 2, Raptor 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26 and 27 are with me, Colonel Lieutenant Y/n Hanson, they are under my protection, no weapons on boards, we’re on reconnaissance.“ She stated and started streaming the surroundings of the jet with the technology she build inside. 
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Group Round 1 Masterlist:
Group 1:
Match 1 - The Incredibles vs. Spider-Men and Ghost Spider
Match 2 - Jim Gordon vs. Toshinori Yagi/All Might
Match 3 - Garfield Logan/Beast Boy vs. Stephanie Brown/Spoiler
Match 4 - Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler vs. Kori'ander/Starfire
Match 5 - Jason Todd/Red Hood vs. Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel
Match 6 - Steve Rogers vs. Jessica Jones
Match 7 - Charles Xavier/Professor X vs. Black Noir
Match 8 - Matt Murdock/Daredevil vs. Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier
Group 2:
Match 1 - Kara Zor-El/Supergirl vs. Peter Quill/Starlord
Match 2 - Cassandra Cain/Black Bat vs. Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat
Match 3 - Tony Stark/Iron Man vs. The Green Lantern Corp
Match 4 - Arthur Curry/Aquaman vs. Dick Grayson/Nightwing
Match 5 - T'Challa Udaku/Black Panther vs. Queen Maeve
Match 6 - Minhkhoa Khan/The Ghost-Maker vs. Clark Kent/Superman
Match 7 - Cissie King-Jones/Arrowette vs. Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockely/Moon Knight
Match 8 - Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America vs. Kendra Saunders/Hawkgirl
Group 3:
Match 1 - Darkwing Duck vs. The Autobots
Match 2 - Midnighter vs. Wade Wilson/Deadpool
Match 3 - Ororo Munroe/Storm vs. Barry Allen/The Flash
Match 4 - Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova/Black Widow vs. Diana Prince/Wonder Woman
Match 5 - Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead vs. Roy Harper/Arsenal
Match 6 - Annie January/Starlight vs. Bruce Wayne/Batman
Match 7 - Tim Drake/Red Robin vs. James Howlett/Wolverine
Match 8 - Kon-El Kent/Superboy vs. Kate Kane/Batwoman
Group 4:
Match 1 - The Powerpuff Girls vs. The Power Rangers
Match 2 - Danny Fenton/Phantom vs. Izuku Midoriya/Deku
Match 3 - Kim Possible vs. Goku
Match 4 - The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs. Link and Zelda
Match 5 - Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel vs. Billy Batson/Captain Marvel/Shazam
Match 6 - Virgil Hawkins/Static Shock vs. America Chavez/Ms. America
Match 7 - Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir vs. Ben Tennyson/Ben 10
Match 8 - Kate Bishop/Hawkeye vs. Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug
Group 5:
Match 1 - Gwen Poole/Gwenpool vs. Doreen Green/Squirrel Girl
Match 2 - Jubilation Lee/Jubilee vs. Mia Dearden/Speedy
Match 3 - Nino Lahiffe/Carapace vs. Katsuki Bakugo/Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight
Match 4 - Billy Kaplan and Tommy Shepherd/Wiccan and Speed vs. Kaio Kincaid/K.O.
Match 5 - Damian Wayne/Robin vs. Flash Thompson/Agent Venom
Match 6 - Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher/The Beak vs. Shoto Todoroki/Shoto
Match 7 - Alex, Sam, and Clover vs. Felicia Hardy/Black Cat
Match 8 - Viv Vision vs. Alya Cesaire/Rena Rouge
Group 6:
Match 1 - Gizmoduck vs. Usagiyama Rumi/Mirko
Match 2 - Laura Kinney/X-23 vs. Karen Fields/Voyd
Match 3 - Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko vs. Dakota Cole/D.C.
Match 4 - Olive Silverlock and Maps Mizoguchi/The Detective Club vs. Nova Artino and Adrien Everhart/Insomnia and Sketch
Match 5 - William Wisp/The Wisperer vs. Neena Thurman/Domino
Match 6 - Elpis vs. Moza/Emara
Match 7 - Luka Couffaine/Viperion vs. Captain Rainbow
Match 8 - Undine Wells and Kokoro Aichi/Alchemical Water and Heartful Punch vs. Vyncent Sol Virion
Group 7:
Match 1 - Kirby vs. Robin Hood
Match 2 - Sonic the Hedgehog vs. Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic
Match 3 - Jimmy Woo vs. Zorro
Match 4 - Saitama/Caped Baldy vs. Monkey D. Luffy
Match 5 - The Doctor vs. The Tick
Match 6 - Megamind vs. He-Man and She-Ra
Match 7 - Mark Grayson/Invincible vs. Klaus Hargreeves/Number 4/The Seance
Match 8 - Donald Duck/The Duck Avenger/Paperinik vs. Phil Coulson
Group 8:
Match 1 - Floyd Belkin/Splitter/Arm-Fall-Off-Boy vs. Wario Man
Match 2 - Fanboy and Chum Chum vs. Hero Cookie
Match 3 - SCP-2800/Cactusman/Daniel MacIntyre vs. Bibleman
Match 4 - Jarro vs. Bob Dobalina/Bob, Agent of Hydra
Match 5 - Mermaid Man and Barnicle Boy vs. Super Grover
Match 6 - Sharkboy and Lavagirl vs. Ace and Gary/The Ambiguously Gay Duo
Match 7 -Morbius vs. Larry-Boy
Match 8 - Jeff the Land Shark vs. Steel Samurai
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Anonymous 1 asked:
Hi!! I hope you’re having a great day. I’m looking for a Steve Bucky fic where Bucky goes into heat which causes Steve to go into rut. I think I remember it being about compatibility. I think it had around 5 or 6 chapters. Thank you so much in advance 😘
Anonymous 2 asked:
Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read on ao3 awhile back, I’m pretty sure it’s a soulmate au and the one thing that was really important to the plot is that when they were little and Steve was really sick Bucky would crawl into bed with him and help him breath and neither of them realize they’re soulmates till after the events of CATWS and Bucky’s with Steve, Sam and Nat on a mission
plastiquepipe asked:
hi, i dont remember much about the fic im desperately looking for except that at some point the avengers were all watching one of steves old memories with bucky nd it how thay found out theyd been together. pretty sure it was something about collecting the infinity stones? thank u, i hope ur able to help based on this very scarce description. have a great day either way!!
Anonymous 3 asked:
Hello, looking for a stucky fic, post WS, I think Bucky was in hiding but he was warching Steve (from the roof across the street from Steve). Steve would leave hum Food and stuff and in the end Steve bought a dildo to tease hum and Bucky finally came to him
Anonymous 4 asked:
Hi! Im hoping you guys can help me find this abo fic I've been trying to find for a while now, in which omega Bucky & his daughter move to suburbs after getting away from abusive Brock. Alpha Steve moves near them after a while & they bake cookies for Steve & then he invites them over for supper. Both Bucky & his daughter have ptsd from their abuse at Brocks hands. Bucky daughter particularly freezes at the sight of beer bottle. I'd really appreciate it if you guys can help me out with this!
Anonymous 5 asked:
There’s this fic where Steve is a Alpha and he’s has blackouts and he has this other personality? and Bucky is the omega but he’s with Brock (I think) and Steve wants to be with bucky. There’s this scene where Steve took bucky out to a fast food place and gave Bucky fries? and Bucky told Steve that Brock only make him eat salads. Can you please find it thank you 😊!
Anonymous 6 asked:
Hi I read this fic a while ago and can’t remember its name. It was set pre war and basically bucky and steve would sometimes sleep together but bucky never wanted to be face to face because it would remind him that steve was a man and it was “wrong”. but one night he like realizes that he loves steve and actually wants to make love to him and see him. thanks!
Anonymous 7 asked:
Hi! Do you by any chance know a fic, where Steve brings Bucky back to the avengers tower and while all the other avengers built friendships with Bucky ( like watching movies with one, sparing with another one and so on), Steve feels left out and depressed? I remember him dealing with it alone before Bucky realises and raises hell with the avengers for not realising Steve is suffering. I read it ages ago, it was really good and I can't find it anymore. Might be deleted :(
Anonymous 8 asked:
I need help finding this fic where bucky turns himself in and is being kept in a cell until they can make sure he won’t kill anyone. Fury doesn’t want Steve to be inside the cell with him because he thinks it’s a risk. Steve goes to visit him anyway and I think they had an established relationship and start sleeping together despite the cameras in the cell. Hopefully someone can help.
alrightyaphrdite asked:
what’s that fic where bucky has a split tongue👀
Anonymous 9 asked:
hi guys!! so i’m looking for a fic that has bucky being homeless living under a bridge, he has a cat and he works at a grocery store. steve helps him a lot too, and he’s kinda rich???? thank u <333
Anonymous 10 asked:
Hey, I was wondering if you guys know the fic where Bucky gets hired to work in a mailroom for Steve’s company and then spills coffee on Steve’s divorce papers? I’ve been looking for it for weeks 😅. Thanks so much !
Anonymous 11 asked:
Bucky runs away from hydra in 2014, finds a my chemical romance album and loves it. All I can remember. 
Anonymous 12 asked: 
The fic I lost is a/b/o. Possibly established relationship, Steve is omega, gets pregnant and is de-serumed bc of the pregnancy. Bucky is alpha and is very protective over Steve. After Steve gives birth he gets big again. Super cute fic. Thx for helping out :)
Anonymous 13 asked:
Can you help me find a fic? I can't remember all the details, but Sharon was Steve's ex, and I think she was dating rumlow and she invited steve (and bucky) to her place which was neat and impersonal and she was biphobic and Peggy (who was also there) wasn't happy with her and defended Steve. Thank you so much for all your work!
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