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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Warmth

PAIRING | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Sugar Daddy/-Baby arrangement, mutual pining.

A/N | This fic is inspired by this headcanon written by @fotibrit! As soon as I read it, I knew this would fit perfectly inside my sugar daddy!Tony AU! I love their dynamic, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about it. This is proofread by my amazing friend @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot begin to thank you enough! 💙

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You're in the middle of studying for your exams, making long hours for a difficult one coming up. Going through medical school has always been a dream of yours, and thanks to Tony, that is becoming a reality, but that doesn't mean you don't have to work for it. He has kindly offered to study at Stark Tower so you can use plenty of empty offices and conference rooms.

This also means you're closer to him, and you can't stop yourself from seeing him whenever he's in the building. You've been studying for the past six hours, eating lunch, and drinking a lot of coffee in between, and you're starting to feel cold and restless - perfect timing to go and pay a visit to Tony.

"Jarvis, can you tell me where Tony is?" you ask the AI he has installed in the building, who kindly lets you know he is working in his lab. Your stuff is gathered quickly, and just before you can zip your bag closed, you let out a big yawn and a cold shiver runs down your spine. The weather outside looked promising, but jeans and a blouse weren't enough to keep you warm today.

As soon as your bag hangs on your shoulder, you're out the door, your feet carrying you to Tony on instinct. The elevator ride is way too long, and you're rubbing your hands on your arms to keep yourself warm, but to no avail. You feel warmth spreading through your body when you walk into his lab and see Tony hunched over in his MIT hoodie, faded jeans, and messy hair.

"Are you going home already, Sugar?" Tony asks in his deep voice, giving you goosebumps as the sound goes through your body.

"Not yet; I figured I'd swing by your lab to see how you're doing. And I was hoping to steal a bit of your warmth, too," you tell him with a small smile, unable to stop thinking how handsome he looks in his outfit. It shows off his natural handsomeness, and you can't help but stare a little too long when he turns to you.

"How can I say no when you ask me like that? C'mere Sugar," Tony says as he opens his arms invitingly. You drop your bag before stepping into his hold, your body pressing tightly against his as your face nuzzles into his neck. With a deep sigh, you let your hands wander to where they're under his hoodie, your ice-cold hands slowly warming up on the warm muscles of his lower back.

"You're freezing!" he says before he lets go, his hands carefully wrapping around your wrists to guide your hands to his chest - or, more specifically, to his arc reactor. It's where he gets the hottest and your favorite place to rest your hands when you're feeling cold. If there's one thing you both quickly learned, it is that where you usually are feeling chilly, Tony is always hot, making him your perfect personal heater.

A soft hum leaves your throat as you can feel the warmth of his body seeping into your cold hands, slowly ensuring they don't ache from the freezing state they were in before you came to him.

"Are you feeling better now?" Tony asks softly and gently, and you hum in response. If it were up to him, he would let you warm your hands on his body forever, never wanting to let you go again. Little does he know you feel the same way, but you're both too stubborn to admit it to one another.

"Yeah, I can do this all day if you'd let me," you tell him in response, another soft sigh leaving your chest when your hands aren't cold anymore. Though that issue has been fixed, Tony can tell you're still feeling cold, and without hesitation, he takes off his hoodie, exposing his muscular chest and abdomen to you, making you do a double take at the appearing flesh.

"Here, you can wear this, Sugar," he tells you without leaving room for discussion. You allow him to pull it over your head, the sleeves longer than your arms, making you giggle. The scent of Tony envelops you completely, and you flail your arms like a bird to show off just how long the sleeves are, and the sound of Tony's laughter makes yet another flood of warmth spread throughout your body.

"It looks way better on you than it does me, Sugar; I think you should keep it," Tony says, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your mouth and back. He steps closer to you, his index finger lifting your chin slightly to look right into your eyes as he closes the gap between you two.

His mouth descends on yours in a sweet, loving, gentle kiss that takes your breath away yet makes you feel so full of love. Your kisses are usually frantic and passionate when you sleep together, but this kiss is the opposite. Unrushed and soft; filled promises that neither of you is willing to give in to yet. It's perfection in a kiss.

The second his lips leave yours, it feels like you're deflating like a balloon, missing the feelings of his warm mouth on yours already. Despite this, a small smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as you bite your bottom lip, feeling like a teenager who just shared their first kiss with the boy she's been crushing on for a long time. And deep inside, that's exactly what the dynamic between you is, just in your later years.

"What was that for?" you ask Tony, who chuckles at your question.

"I felt like kissing you because you look adorable in my hoodie. And I wanted to surprise you, which, by the looks of it, worked pretty well," Tony tells you, and you nod.

"Now I have to go because I promised to go for dinner with my friends. But thank you for the hoodie. I'll be using it to keep me warm from now on," you tell him as you step back, grab your bag, and walk out of his lab with a wave.

All he can muster is a small wave back as he stands there shirtless and with a heart filled with love. He wants to give you all the happiness in the world and more, and if that means letting you warm your cold hands on his body and giving you his hoodies, he's more than okay with doing that for the rest of his life, even if that means never getting to tell you how he feels. Your dynamic is perfect for both of you, and he doesn't want to ruin it by doing something stupid.

Though the one thing he wants more than anything in this world is that you will be his one day. His girlfriend, his fiancée, his wife, his everything. That's what would make him the happiest man on earth.

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specialagentlokitty · 29 days

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Wanda x reader - the small things

PLEASE imagine Wanda with mother figure reader who loves to braid hair and one time reader just starts doing Wanda's hair and Wanda starts tearing up because she never really got to feel a mother's love, so reader just comforts her and make a habit of always doing Wanda's hair... - @azeal-peal 💜

Walking into the compound, you made your way over to the meeting room, pushing the door open and you smiled at Wanda who were sat there waiting.

“Hey, sorry for the wait. I had to pick up a few things for the others, and I’ve got you breakfast.”

Wanda smiled at you as you set the bag down in front of her.

She opened it to take out her breakfast and you sat down opposite her, picking up the file that was sat there waiting for you.

“So, as you’re aware your training and improvement fall under me.”

Wanda nodded her head, setting her drink down.

“I remember. Can I ask why?”

You smiled at her.

“My power allows me to absorb the impact of whatever’s been thrown at me. In doing this I can also analyse their power and turn it into my own temporarily if I wanted to.”

Wanda nodded her head in understanding.

“Does it not hurt?”

“No, sometimes it’s exhausting especially if I absorb a lot of power, but in most cases it’s not all that bad.”

You turned your attention back to the file in your hands, flicking through some of the papers that were in there.

They were all your hired that you had been making, along with some from Fury, things he wanted you to ensure Wanda was trained in or to assess to make sure she would be safe in missions.

You set the file back down.

“For now I suggest you take a small break, a week should be long enough. You’ve been pushing yourself really hard recently.”

“I can keep going.”

“No, it’s important that you rest. Never push yourself past your limit, it can be dangerous.”

You stood up, turning to the screen.

“Jarvis please show us the recent training sessions.”

While the AI was showing the training sessions you were explaining to Wanda how to tell where her weak points were.

You were explaining everything to her in great detail.

It was belittling her like the used to do in Hydra, you were kind about it, giving her numerous options to choose from instead of demanding she just do it one way.

You were patient with her as well when it came to asking questions to try understand what it was you were looking for.

While you weee talking you walked behind her, and Wanda felt you run your fingers through her hair, and you began to braid it while talking.

What made you stop was the sound of her sniffling and immediately you stopped and sat next to to her, pacing your hand on her arm.

“Wanda what is it?”

She sniffled a little bit.

“You’re so nice…” she whispered.

You laughed softly, bringing your hand up so you could wipe away her tears for her.

“Come here.”

You held your hands out and hugged her tightly, running your hand up and down her back, letting her cry into your shoulder.

After a few minutes she pulled away, and you smiled softly at her.

“I’ll stop if you want?”

She quickly shook her head.

“Please don’t! I uh.. I like it… it’s like when a mom does your hair as a child…”

You smiled at her, standing behind her once more so you could carry on braiding her hair for her.

After that point you started seeking Wanda out just so you could braid her hair every day, you would spend time just braiding her hair and talking to her.

Wanda loved this time that she spent with you, and just like tonight she was looking for you so that you could braid her hair for you.

Finally she found you in your room.

“Hey Wanda, what’s up?” You asked.

“Could you braid my hair?” She asked.

You grinned brightly, and you set your book down, patting the spot on the bed in front of you.

Wanda rushed over and sat down with her back in front of you, handing you her hairbrush so you could brush her hair first.

“So, tell me about your day.” You said.

Wanda began excitedly telling you all about her day and what she had been doing.

You happily listened.

“Oh, I found a new cafe. It sells amazing coffee, I know you prefer tea, and they do that too. Will you come with me next time?” She asked.

Setting the brush down, you began working your fingers through her hair to get ready to braid it.

“Of course I will, I actually found a place that sells foreign snacks. I thought you’d like to come with me so we can find some you grew up with and try them.”

“Oh wow really? I’d love that.”

“Perfect, we’ll go tomorrow. For now, pick a movie.”

You handed her your TV remote and she went looking through the movies you had available.

Wanda loved being around you, because you were essentially her mom now.

Everything she never had the chance to with her own mom you did with her, and you taught her everything she didn’t know.

She noticed you were a mother to everyone, even to Tony, he would always listen to you no matter what it was about he would always stop and listen.

You were the avengers mom, you were her mom

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine

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tropical-lycan · 1 year

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The Foxhole Camp (All for the Game slasher movie AU)

BIG UPDATE : Some concepts art are out you can find them on my Tumblr account! ALSO CHAPTER 1 IS OUT

AND WE GOT AN OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

WARNING -> Spoilers for All for the Game trilogy and dark themes (horror)

I GOT SO INSPIRED BY THIS FANART BY @kururusti, the horror atmosphere coming from that fanart gave me literal chills, I love it.

I just had a crazy idea : what if AFTG wasn't about sports and mafia, but was a 1980s/90s slasher horror movie?

I thought of this because when I was younger I went to a French Summer Camp called "La Renardière" (literally meaning something close to "The Foxhole") and also because I'm a big fan of classic horror movies taking place in summer camps, such as Friday the 13th and Sleepaway Camp.

So, my plot idea is that in this universe, all of the Foxes are not sports player, but summer camp councelors, and they have to take care of kids. And Neil's dad is a slasher coming after them (let's keep his nickname "The Butcher", it's perfect for a slasher).

My plot idea is that Neil is the son of a murderous man (who is not a mafia boss in this version, he's just some crazy dude with an axe) and he ran away with his mother because the Butcher tried to kill them (think of movies like The Shining). They're still on the run because the Butcher really wants to finish the job (not sure why tho I have to think more about it). Like in the original story, Neil's mother gets killed and he is still chased by Nathan. One day the Butcher attacks him in the forest and leaves him to die (well I guess Nathan thought he had killed Neil or something like that, but he was just badly injured and survived). The councelors of the Foxhole Camp find him wounded in the forest while doing camp activities with the kids and decide to take care of him. Wymack who is the person running the camp offers him a job there after he recovers from his injuries (and I 100% imagine Andrew taking care of his wounds ❤️‍🩹). The Butcher will somehow discover that Neil isn't dead and he will try to murder all of them.

Now I'll do a quick summary of how I imagine each character's role with pictures from horror movies to illustrate the vibe (I might do my own concept arts later!!).

Note that the gifs I picked are NOT actor headcanons, it's mostly characters or concepts that inspired my ideas. I'll give the name of each movie/TV show if you're interested.

Also, I forgot to mention, but I imagine this AU taking place in the 80s, with a similar vibe/aesthetic to Stranger Things.

NEIL JOSTEN

(gif is Tommy Jarvis from Friday the 13th)

As I said, the Butcher was originally after Neil, meaning that in that AU he has the role of the Final Girl. Well...Final boy? Let's say final babygirl. He is the character who knows the killer personaly and has a deep childhood history with them (like Laurie Strode from the Halloween saga). Like in the original, he is very secretive and pretends to be someone else because he is afraid his father might find out that he is still alive. He becomes a camp councelor with the other Foxes and loves to play Exy with the kids (Exy still exists in that AU as part of the camp activities). I also imagine that he has no clue how to take care of kids and is still oblivious af. I mean...imagine that guy looking after children it's the funniest thing ever. I'm sure a lot of them ask him about how he got his scars.

At first he doesn't tell the Foxes what really happened to him and pretends he was attacked by a wild animal.

ANDREW & AARON MINYARD

(gif is JD from the Heathers movie, and yes...Heathers kinda is a horror movie???)

Okay maybe I was wrong when I said Neil taking care of kids would be the funniest thing...ANDREW DOING THAT IS EVEN FUNNIER. I kinda imagine him to be like a councelor helping Abby Winfield in the Infirmary (and yeah he steals meds and alcohol). He still has his dark and mysterious vibe (and I kinda imagine him dressing in a similar fashion to JD from Heathers, hence my gif choice). He would also be the guy suspected to be the killer (like Eddie Munson in Stranger Things 4), because he still has his mental health issue in that version. I also think it would be interesting to keep the backstory he has with Aaron and their mother, except they end up in a summer camp and not in an Exy team (it makes even more sense for people to think that he is the killer because of the rumors he killed his mom). Most of the kids find him terrifying, but i'm sure most of them see him as a rockstar or living urban legend. As in the books, he really doesn't give a fuck about his job. He will also be the one to discover Neil's secret, and I want a scene where he directly fights with the Butcher. I also imagine a cute romantic scene where Neil and him will go swimming in the lake at night (i'll probably make a fanart of this <3).

Aaron wouldn't change much compared to the books, I just think he would be really pissed when people accuse his brother of being the killer (while not being sure himself that he isn't). He would often leave the camp without telling people in order to see Kathy (who doesn't work there at all), leading people to believe at some point that he might be dead. I also want a scene where he pretends to be Andrew (who is chased by people who think he is the killer) in order to save him.

Drake, who knows that Andrew is working at a camp councelor, will try to trespass the camp at night in order to get to Andrew. And well...I guess Aaron will kill him as well and it will add more tension within the group (as if there was not enough murders happening there).

NICKY HEMMICK

(gif is Xavier from American Horror story season 9 : Camp Redwood)

Nicky would stay true to himself: proud to be gay and flirty with the male councelors, even though it must be harder for him since this AU takes place in the 80s. I imagine to be the funny guy of the bunch, throwing one-liners at the killer. I think that he would be more invested in the job than Andrew and Aaron.

ALLISON REYNOLDS + SETH GORDON

(I almost wanted to put a gif of Allison Reynolds from Breakfast Club as a joke but well...It's Chris from Carrie, I'd love to see Allison with that haircut)

She would be the stereotypical bimbo, but with more personality when you get to know her. I think Seth would be the first one to die and it would impact her character development and make her wanna take revenge on the Butcher. I imagine Seth to be like the stereotypical jock, still a jerk. This time he is killed by Nathan's axe and not because of Riko. I don't have much more ideas for them yet, but I love to imagine that Allison starts as a typical bitch and then she learns how to survive and becomes a badass character (like Emma Mountebank from the horror game The Quarry).

I think that Seth would be killed while the two of them are...Well...Doing... what camp councelor couples do in 80s horror movies... Allison somehow manages to escape the Butcher and to tell the others that Seth died.

RENEE WALKER

(gif is Robin Buckley from Stranger Things)

I don't have much ideas for Reenee yet but I'm open for suggestions if you guys have ideas. I think her story would stay similar to the original books as well. I just love to imagine that she tries to teach Andrew how to act more friendly with the kids, and making fun of him when as fails miserably to be a sociable human being (come on Andrew, the kids are freaked out by your crazy medicated smile). I also think that in their freetime they like to hang out and throw knives on the camp's archery targets. She is probably one of the most loved councelors.

DAN WILDS

(gif is Deena Johnson from Fear Street)

Dan is trying to do what's best for the kids. Her group would still be divided with the monsters on the other side because she is part of the ones who believe that Andrew might be the killer. She is sceptical when Neil tries to tell the Foxes that there is a murderer running around. Wymack puts her in charge when he has to leave the camp (not knowing that Kevin...well, you know their secret) and she takes that role very seriously, as the leader of the gang and "the rational one".

MATT BOYD

(gif is Chris Washington from Get Out)

I think that Matt would often try to play the role of the hero, fighting the Butcher many times to protect his friends. I don't have much ideas for him either but I'm open for suggestions!

KEVIN DAY + THE RAVENS

(gif is Kurt from Fear Street)

In this version I think that Kevin has something to do with the Butcher too. I'm not sure what, but I'd like to keep the idea that he knows Neil from his former life as well. Maybe he was another victim that survived, or one of his relatives was killed by the Butcher in front of his eyes. In this AU the Ravens are camp councelors from a rival Summer Camp (Evermore Camp). Kevin used to be part of them but he ran away because they have questionable methods when it comes to taking care of the kids (Riko put that fucking knife down, will ya?). Riko would be a psycho bully and a minor antagonist. He would also attack the Foxes and use the Butcher's murders as a cover-up.

Kevin and Riko take the rivalry between the Foxhole Camp and Evermore Camp very seriously. They often battle against each other in events such as Exy competitions and Capture the flag. The Foxhole Camp is considered to be a shitty and dangerous summer camp while Evermore Camp is for rich kids (in a similar vibe to the rivalry between Shadyside and Sunnyvale kids in Fear Street).

THE BUTCHER A.K NATHAN WESNINSKI

Our slasher!! As I said before he would be obsessed with the idea of killing Neil and the Foxes in the most gruesome way possible. The chemestry between the two will be very personal, like most killer vs final girl dynamic in slasher movies. I'm sure he will have some second winds... As for how he will look I don't know for sure? I like the idea that he is wearing an Exy helmet, in a similar fashion to Jason Voorheese's iconic hockey mask.

So yeah that's my idea for this AU. If you guys want to add ideas you can always contact me!! It'd be so cool to see what you think of it :D

I will do fanarts based on that AU if you're interested enough 🫵🫵🫵 I mean we need Neil and Andrew in summer camp staff uniforms...

#aftg #all for the game #AFTG slasher AU #slasher movies #aftg AU #alternate universe #the foxhole camp #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

#marvel #avengers #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri black panther #princess shuri #queen ramonda #mcu namor #nakia #t’challa #shuri udaku #chadwick boseman #rip chadwick boseman #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #wakanda forever spoilers

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Hmmmm need more Tony picking up skinny!Steve at the bar because he’s cute and awkward and he likes that in a man only to be fucked within an inch of his life. He is in love with Steve by the end of the night because of his immaculate dick game and the praise Steve whispers into his ear as he coaxes him through yet another orgasm and the way Steve carefully wipes him clean instead of just leaving him to sleep in their mess not that Tony would have actually minded. Steve is gone in the morning and Tony is despondent because he wanted to return the favor and wake Steve up with his mouth and maybe ride him until Steve was just as ruined for everyone else as Tony was and this was why he preferred to be the first to leave in the morning. :(

JARVIS tells him that Steve let a note and Tony scrambles for it and about faints when he reads “got a business meeting with you today so don’t let your ceo know I fucked you stupid.” Oh god. The meeting with the top advertising agency that they’d been trying to get for months and hadn’t managed until the owner had seen they’d started destroying the weapons they’d recollected from illicit sources. Pepper was going to kill him.

(It’s fine, they get the contract, Steve doesn’t even look like he remembers their night of debauchery and Tony is too impressed by his team’s mock-ups to be upset about it, even if he is sad that he can’t ogle Steve in his beautifully tailored suit without Pepper stabbing him with a pen under the table.

They finish up the meeting and everyone’s feeling pretty good about it, Pepper leads them out and Tony is tidying up the conference room until she comes back so they can touch base before he heads down to R&D for a surprise inspection (he likes seeing everyone scramble to hide how many coffee cups they have at their tables) when he hears the door open and close again, and he’s about to babble on about how great the mock-ups were so that Pepper can’t tell he wanted to crawl under the table and suck Steve’s dick when a hand lands on his bruised ass and squeezes until he whimpers.

“Let’s have dinner,” Steve says, and Tony is nodding before it registers that it’s an order and not a request, and it lights up something inside him. “I know this really great diner. Very casual. Dress down. I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Okay,” Tony squeaks, flushing, and then watches as Steve pulls his phone out of his pocket, turns to the door as it opens again and Pepper steps in, asking if he found it.

“Right on the table,” Steve lies casually, gives Tony and Pepper a smile like he didn’t just grab Tony by the ass and ask him out to eat, and breezes out with a cheerful wave.

I’m in trouble, Tony thinks, hoping that Pepper doesn’t notice how flustered he is.)

((“Hey so uuuh, what the fuck?” Tony splutters when Steve shows up to pick him up for dinner. “You were awkward at the bar, not this… tiny, controlling Dom or whatever. What gives.”

“I’m really bad at picking up signals on whether people are making fun of me or if they really want me,” Steve says with a shrug. “Figured you were earnest when we actually made it to your bed. So of course I didn’t hold back when I realized you liked it when I was bossy.”

“I did not,” Tony lies, and Steve just slants him a fond smirk and roll of his eyes. “You are being mean to me. I’m going back up to my penthouse.”

“You liked when I was mean to you last night,” Steve purrs, reaching out to tuck his hand into Tony’s back pocket, and he can’t help the little yelp that escapes his lips as Steve takes the handful of his ass and squeezes, using the grip to lead him over to the doors. “Hope you don’t have any early morning meetings tomorrow. I cleared my schedule.”

It wrankles Tony something terrible, because he’s a brat at heart and he wants Steve to know it. On the other hand, he’s so horny at this point he doesn’t really care, so long as Steve keeps his hands on him. It’s all very confusing.

On the bright side, Tony gets to wake Steve up with his mouth the next day.))

#ideas #stony #lemon

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Part 3: The Jester

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A/N: Soooo uhhh... here's Part 3, featuring my favorite boy Chuckles. If you're new, Chuckles has his own fic, One Step at a Time, but I figured it was time he gets some *ahem* love. If you know what I mean. THANK YOU to @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this for me and screaming with me about the boys. There is absolutely going to be a Part 4, and it will be longer.

Pairings: OC Crater x f!Reader, OC Chuckles x f!Reader, mentioned Gregor x f!Reader

Fic Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: language, fingering, PiV sex, anal play, mention of cum eating, marking, sex toy use, mention of foursome (in case you were wondering what Part 4 might entail)

Word Count: 6.5k words

Weeks pass with you and Crater continuing to meet in secret. He already reads you so easily, knowing what you need and when you need it with a shared glance or a subtle touch. There are nights he practically peels you apart until you’re laid bare for him, shuddering in the aftermath of however many orgasms he deemed necessary, but there are also nights where you don’t have sex at all, just enjoying one another’s company like you always have.

Tonight seems as though it’ll be the latter. It’s been a hard week with too many fighters going out and too few returning. Crater’s even lost a few brothers, and yet, somehow, he decided you were the one that needed consoling, showing up late in the evening with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Now, you sit perched on your desk with him in your rickety chair, the two of you a respectable distance apart as you sip the amber liquid in your glasses. Some of his men are still milling around in the hangar outside of your office, and you wonder if it’s to avoid going back to barracks that will be emptier than they were a week ago. You spy Strike, Chuckles, Guin, and even the medics Sticks and Stones speaking quietly to each other. Chuckles catches your eye for a moment before turning and speaking to one of the droids working on his fighter. His words don’t carry to you, but you can see how tired he looks. Grief is a part of the job, but it takes a toll regardless.

Crater’s quiet, his eyes more distant than usual. You suspect he’s doing the same thing as his brothers, biding his time until he’ll be too tired to count the empty bunks and think of their previous occupants. He’s lost fewer men than most, but you know each one weighs heavily on him.

“Rough week,” you murmur, staring into your glass. Not a strong start to a conversation, but you hope it’ll open the door for your friend if he needs it.

“Heard special ops might be back on Coruscant soon,” he notes, purposefully ignoring your statement as he swirls his whiskey. You take the hint, adjusting accordingly.

“Oh?”

“Gregor commed last night. Asking to meet up at 79s when he gets back. Couldn’t give an exact timeframe other than ‘soon’. Sounds like things haven’t gone great for him either the last little bit.”

You hum under your breath. In the chaos of the last week, you’ve hardly thought of the commando. A small pang of guilt settles into your stomach. You still wouldn’t say you like him, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t worry about him. You’re glad to hear he’s safe.

Crater’s studying you, and you meet his gaze.

“What?”

“He asked how you were.”

Your entire body suddenly feels warmer, and you take a sip of your drink to try and hide it, even though you know that won’t work with Crater.

“You gonna see him?” he asks.

You shrug. “Dunno.”

“I won’t be jealous.”

You smirk into your glass. “Wasn’t particularly worried about that.”

Crater taps his fingers on the arm of the chair. “You given any thought to what I mentioned a while back? With him and Chuckles?”

A jolt of electricity licks up your spine as the memory takes hold of you. You laying on your bed with Crater’s cock buried deep in your ass while he fucks you into your mattress, sweat slicking your skin as he whispers filth in your ear.

“I bet you’d love to have Gregor’s cock in here too. Maybe he takes your sweet little cunt while I pound your ass. But that still leaves your mouth. Maybe I get Chuckles in here to fuck that smart little mouth while Gregor and I take you. Would you like that, pretty girl? To be ruined by three men at once?”

Yeah, you’ve given that plenty of thought.

You shift as your cunt clenches around nothing, and Crater huffs before taking another drink.

“You want me to talk to him and Chuck?”

You catch your lip between your teeth. “If you did, I’d want the rules to be the same as they are with us. And we’d need to be careful.”

“Of course.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lowering his voice. “I’d already planned on making the ground rules clear if you wanted me to approach them. They’ll know the limits and boundaries. The big thing I need to know from you is what you are looking to get out of it. How you’d want it to go.”

You allow your gaze to drift back out to where Chuckles is standing with his brothers.

There’s always been something between you and Chuck, although neither of you have ever made a move to explore it more. You’ve often found yourself snuggling into his side at 79s, even sitting on his lap a few nights, his hand settling protectively on your lower back as the two of you cackle uproariously at whatever antics are taking place around you. But you’d never thought there was anything more to chase after. Especially not after some of the fights you’ve had. And he’s never approached you, not like Gregor or Crater have, so you’ve always assumed there isn’t much interest on his part. But still, you know you trust him. And if you’re honest, before Crater came along, when you were alone in your bunk at night with your fingers buried in your cunt, it was a different member of the 28th who you cried out to as you came undone.

Crater’s staring at you, waiting for your response, and the corner of his mouth twitches, as if he can read your mind. You stutter out a response, hoping to distract him and derail your thoughts of Chuckles.

“I’d want… I’d want it to be something to blow off steam. I’m not really looking to be romanced or anything.”

“You never are.”

You huff indignantly and toss a wadded up piece of flimsi at him. He catches it, eyes boring into you. You haven’t said exactly what you desire, and he knows it. His voice is a low rasp, and you feel your face heat even though you are certain no one outside of the office can hear him.

“Ask for what you want, pretty girl.”

“I-I want it to be rough. I want the three of you to use me. I’d want to feel it the next day. I want to get out of my head, and help you all do that as well.”

Crater watches you for another moment before leaning back in the chair. “I think we can manage that. I’ll talk to them both when Gregor is planetside. If that’s what you want.”

It’s his last check for your confirmation, ensuring you’re really all in on this.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “It is.”

He nods. “Good. Now, what do you need tonight?”

You’re taken aback. You didn’t think he’d be up for anything right now, and you certainly weren’t about to ask, but his posture has shifted to something less rigid. His legs are splayed a little wider, and he seems more relaxed, and now you find yourself wondering if this isn’t just for your benefit. He’s relaxed with you, and maybe you can finally help him for once, taking him out of his head in the same way he does to you. You don’t want him thinking about empty bunks or burning fighters.

You hop off the desk, standing over him until you have one of his thighs straddled between your knees.

“I need you to take what you want from me, Crater. And then I need you to sleep here with me.”

He knows what you’re doing, and you think he’s going to push back on the second half of your request for a moment. Instead, he tosses back the rest of his whiskey without breaking eye contact, letting one hand drift to your thigh, gripping you firmly and rubbing circles with his thumb against the fabric of your jumpsuit.

“Alright. Close the door then.”

You step away from him and head towards the entrance to your office. You can see the hangar has mostly emptied now, with the final few stragglers heading for the exit. Chuckles is among them, the last one out. As you go to shut your door, he turns back and meets your eyes. You can see his gaze flick to Crater, still in your office, before it moves back to meet your face. There’s something in those familiar brown irises that you can’t identify, and you briefly consider calling out to him. But before you can make up your mind, he puts on his helmet and leaves.

Something in your stomach twinges, but you ignore it.

You shut the door.

—

A few rotations later, you’re in your office when there’s a soft knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Crater enters, helmet still on.

“You busy?”

“No more than usual,” you reply without looking up from the datapad you’re punching away on.

He doesn’t remove his helmet. “Color?” His voice is lower in the modulator, almost as if he’s whispering.

You inhale sharply, finally looking up at him. His head is tilted to the side, evaluating you. He’s never come to you in the middle of the day before. And you suddenly realize why he’s probably here.

“Green,” you breathe.

He closes and locks the door, and without another word, he goes to your makeshift bedroom, returning a moment later with your plug.

“Strip and bend over the desk.”

You can’t shuck off the top of your jumpsuit fast enough, dragging your panties with it to your knees and bending over. You rest your elbows on the wooden surface as you have many times before with him, unleashing a shuddering exhale as he comes to stand behind you.

“Gregor’s back,” he rasps as he pulls your top desk drawer open, retrieving the bottle of lube you’ve hidden there for your more impromptu encounters in your office. You hear it click open, and you shudder with anticipation. “Chatted with him and Chuckles this morning. If you’re still alright with it, we’ll be by this evening after Gregor and I get out of our briefings.”

“Lucky for you, my schedule is clear,” you tease. You and Crater both know you hardly ever have plans.

He dips his helmet in a nod. His gloved hand comes to rest on your back, arching it slightly until your ass is presented to him. You feel some lube dribble onto your asshole, and you shudder at the chill as he presses the plug against you, working it in and out of you slowly until it’s fully nestled inside of you.

“If I had time, I’d break you in myself right now, but that’ll have to wait until tonight. Leave that in,” he growls. “And wear something nice.”

“Yes, sir,” you pant. You don’t know how you’re going to get through the next few hours like this.

“And don’t you dare go back there and touch yourself,” he warns.

You whine.

“I’ll see you tonight, pretty girl.” And with that, he slips out of your office, leaving you stripped bare and bent over your desk, trying to catch your breath. You slam the button under your desk that locks the door again, bracing yourself on your palms as you try to get your legs to stop quivering at the feeling of the plug pressed inside you.

Fuck.

You stumble into your back room on wobbly legs, wanting desperately to climb into your bed and stuff your pussy full with your vibrator. But Crater always knows somehow when you disobey him. Last time, he tied you up with some silk rope and toyed with you until you cried and begged for release. The rope was still tucked in your bedside drawer, a silent threat.

Not what I’m looking for tonight. More hoping for instant gratification. So I’ll behave. This time.

You quickly dig through your crate of clothes, finally finding the parcel you’d purchased a while back. Ever since you and Crater started sleeping together, you’ve tried to find a few more pieces of lingerie to add to your sparse wardrobe. Nothing expensive since you’re on a budget and Crater has a penchant for tearing delicate fabrics, but this one you’ve been saving for a special occasion. It’s a dark grey bra and panty set that matches the grey accents on the 28th Combat Wing’s armor perfectly. The lace tickles your skin as you pull it on, and you glance at yourself in the mirror briefly, admiring the way your breasts are pushed together. A tiny fake gemstone sits embedded on a charm that dangles between your breasts. It’s a deep magenta, the main color of the 28th. It really had been too ideal to pass up.

Perfect.

You pull your jumpsuit back on, trying not to think too hard about how full you feel as you recompose yourself and step back out into the garage.

The hours drag on. For better or worse, no one really bothers you, and you are able to mostly remain in your office, leaving you squirming in private as you try to get through your paperwork while not thinking about how tonight's going to go. When you finally hear the main lighting systems begin to power off, signaling the end of the day, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Stretching your arms above your head, you stand, heading out in the garage to make sure everything got put away properly at the end of the day and that all of the droids made it back to their docks.

It’s almost deafeningly silent in the darkness, and you keep to the path illuminated by the emergency lighting, taking your usual route through the hangar. Everything looks to be in order until a loud clanging sound makes you jump.

You halt and hear another loud clatter followed by a few muttered curses and some indignant beeping, making you pause in the darkness. Under one of the emergency light beams, you spot movement. A mohawked head pokes up out of a cockpit of a Headhunter, and you watch as a tool is tossed out of the fighter, hitting the floor with a loud clang right next to a borderline belligerent droid. You sigh, heading over to see what the fuss is about.

Chuckles is hunched over in his Z-95, muttering to himself as you quietly ascend the stepladder he’s pulled up next to the fighter. His armor is stacked on the ground next to the ladder, and as you reach the top step, you see he’s changed into a black tank top rather than his regulation undershirt with the Republic cog emblazoned across the chest. He’s leaning forward, giving you a view of some of the lines of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, flexing in the dim lighting as he grumbles unintelligibly. His arms and shoulders have several long, deep scars on them, more than Crater or any other pilot you’ve seen. Even his knuckles and fingers have a few light patches where the skin has had to heal. You wonder what caused them, and wonder if it’s tied to the large scar on his face. He’s burrowed under the flight controls, unaware of your presence, and you watch him for a few moments before leaning forward.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask at a volume that’s slightly louder than necessary.

Chuck jumps, smacking his head on the underside of the console with a loud curse. You giggle as he sits back in the seat, rubbing the back of his head and glaring at you.

“What the kriff, Bolts?”

“I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing in here?”

“My karking eject handle isn’t working.”

“You know you shouldn’t pull that in the garage, right?”

He glares at you again. “I’m well aware. But I can’t even get it primed. Something’s jammed.”

You raise an eyebrow down at the droid, R0-G3, that’s parked just below, who beeps to inform you he was in the process of repairing it when Chuckles showed up.

“Why can’t you let Rog do it? That’s his job.”

Rog beeps angrily in agreement, and Chuckles glowers at him. “He said he wasn’t going to finish it until tomorrow, and I won’t have time to check it tomorrow before we head out the next day.”

The droid beeps again, flashing his charge indicator, which is warning him it’s starting to get low. It seems he’s expended a good chunk of energy arguing with the pilot. You chew the inside of your cheek, something telling you there’s more to the story here.

“Why do you need to check it? Don’t trust the quality of work around here?”

Chuckles freezes, unable to meet your eyes. “Of course I do. It’s not that, it’s just…” He sits back heavily in the seat, his eyes fluttering closed as he releases a long sigh, rubbing his hands over his face. You jerk your head at R0-G3, and he takes his leave, rolling off towards the far door that leads to the chargers. You lean on the edge of the cockpit, resting your chin on your forearms.

“Alright. You wanna talk about it?”

“Not especially,” he mumbles from beneath his fingers.

You pick at some of the paint that’s peeling along one metal seam, changing tacks. “Crater talked to you about tonight, right?”

One of his eyes appears between his fingers, locking with yours. “Yeah. He said you’re onboard with it. That you asked.” For a moment, his gaze is as piercing as his brother’s, and you fight the urge to squirm as he analyzes you.

“I did.”

He hums, letting his hands drop to his lap and studying you. “I need to get this fixed tonight. Don’t really want to get into specifics. Just needs to be done. Even if I miss…all that.”

You nod, noting the way his fingers brush the scar on his cheek that you’d always thought of as sort of his trademark. The damaged skin seems to pull his mouth into a perpetual smirk, but to you it has always been obvious that the event that caused it was anything but joyous.

“If that’s the case, then we’d really better get this fixed,” you conclude, and before he can protest, you scale the rest of the ladder and climb into the cockpit with him, settling into his lap. He inhales sharply, and you wiggle your hips a little bit more than necessary as you duck under the console, pressing your ass against where his codpiece would normally be. It doesn’t take long before you feel something else that’s hard as plastoid pressing against you.

“BOLTS! Maker almighty, what the kriff are you doing?”

“Helping you fix your ship. That’s my job.”

You pull a penlight from your breast pocket and click it on, turning upside down to examine the eject mechanism under the seat. Everything looks normal.

“Try to arm it for me.”

Chuck sighs above you, but leans over you, one hand resting on your hip as the other flicks the eject switch on his console. You see the indicator light blink green, and you cautiously reach your hand out to the handle.

“There should be a little give if it’s actually disengaged,” Chuckles says. “If there’s no give, then it’s not actually armed.”

You gingerly tap the handle, and he’s right, the thing doesn’t budge a millimeter.

“Hm.” You trace the connection along the floorboards, following it under the flight console to where you originally found Chuck. “Can you hand me the driver that’s in my right back pocket?” you ask.

He huffs.

“It’s right there, Chuckles. And if Crater actually talked to you, that’s going to be one of the more tame things you’re doing tonight.”

You feel his cock jump where it’s pressed against your ass, and you playfully grind backwards a bit. The grip on your hips tightens, and Chuck huffs again before you feel a tug on your back pocket and the tool is thrust under the panel at you.

“See, teamwork makes the dream work,” you snicker. You can practically feel his eyes roll at you, but he doesn’t say anything else.

It only takes you a few moments to pry the panel loose and find the wiring. You can’t keep from wiggling and pressing back into Chuckles, and about the fifth time you do, you swear you feel him grind against you, but you ignore it, focused on your task.

You finally find the source of the issue, a broken connection in the wiring, and you tap his thigh, reaching behind you again. “Soldering iron. Other back pocket.” He hands it to you without protest this time, and within a few moments, you’ve got the connection fixed and look back between your and Chuck’s boots at the indicator light for the eject. It’s still on, but this time, when you tap the handle, there’s give. You sit up, your hair flying in every direction, grinning triumphantly. “Think I got it, but double-check that’s what you’re looking for.”

Chuckles leans over you, but without you climbing out of the cockpit, there’s not much room. He winds up practically doubled over you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as his fingers find the handle. You watch him give a slight tug, just enough to move it slightly.

“That’s it,” he says directly into your ear. “Perfect.” There’s a pause before he leans a little more forward and kisses your cheek. “Thanks, Bolts.”

Your face flushes with heat as he sits back, which feels ridiculous. This man is going to claim every part of you later if things go to plan, but here you are, giddy over a kiss on the cheek. “No problem,” you murmur, keeping your voice steady despite your fluttering stomach. “Now make sure it’s off so we don’t both get thrown out of here.”

You hear him huff a laugh as he leans forward and disarms the eject while you clamber back under the console to replace the panel. Once that’s done, you sit back against him, propping one foot up and allowing your head to drift back against his shoulder.

As much as you two bicker like drunken Jawas sometimes, Chuckles has always been your friend, another person you trust, even if you want to push him in front of a speeder at times. He takes your tools from you, carefully setting them on the top of the ladder before wrapping one arm around your waist, hesitantly letting the other hand rest on your thigh.

A silence settles between you two as you sit pressed together. You allow your hand to drift over his, resting there, and he presses his cheek against your forehead. You can feel the day-old scruff against your skin. His chest rises and falls, pressing against you, and with every passing breath, the anticipation seems to grow, making the air around you feel charged with electricity. This isn’t the first time you’ve sat like this with him, but normally, it’s done out of necessity, squishing together in a booth as more brothers arrive at 79s. Chuck’s hand has often found a place on your thigh, resting comfortably there. It thrilled you in the past, even though you’d always figured it would go no further.

You both know tonight is different.

Finally, he breaks the silence.

“So why me?” he asks. “Gregor and you needed to fuck it out. Crater’s… well he’s Crater. But why involve me?”

You reach up, letting your hand rest against his unmarred cheek. He doesn’t pull away, but watches you carefully. “Because I trust you, Chuckles. You’re right, Gregor started as a way to blow off steam. And so did Crater. But I wanted to… explore something, and Crater and I both agreed you and Gregor are the ones to explore with. I know whatever happens tonight will stay between us and won’t wind up scratched into a ‘fresher stall at 79s.” You swallow hard. “And… I care about you, more than I think you realize.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You sigh. “Do you trust me?”

His brows knit together. “Of course.”

“With your life?”

“Where’s this going, Bolts?”

You interlace your fingers with his. “Did you know, I check every fighter that leaves this place myself? That is what’s going to happen tomorrow night before your squad leaves the following morning. I will be up all night if I have to, double-checking every millimeter of your fighter to make sure it’s up to snuff and will bring you back here.” You pause again, meeting his eyes. “Bring you back here to me.”

Something shifts in his gaze, and his expression softens. He squeezes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. “The eject didn’t work right when I got this,” he says quietly, tapping his scarred cheek. “I was in an uncontrolled spin, losing altitude, and no matter how hard I pulled, the damn thing wouldn’t work. When it finally did work, it launched me into the canopy, and that’s when I got cut. Broke more bones than I can count. Punctured a lung. And then I hit the water. Thought I was going to drown because I was too hurt to swim, and water was just leaking into my mouth through my cheek. It… it was the most scared I’ve ever been. I don’t want that to ever happen again. If I go out, I want it to be quick. I-I don’t want to have time to think about it. So, I always check.”

Your chest aches as you turn in his lap to straddle him, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, finally running your thumb along the raised skin on his cheek where the canopy’s transparisteel sliced him open. His eyes bore into you for a moment before he closes them, relaxing into your touch. Your heart twists at the thought of him, broken and bloodied in the seas of Kamino with his face flayed open, certain he’s going to die.

You kiss him.

It’s gentle and tender. There will be time for hunger and urgency later, but right now, you want to reassure him. You want him to know how much he means to you, that you care for him, and above all, you want him to know that he can trust you.

And something sparks within you as he kisses you back.

He’s careful and slow, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Warmth floods through you as he hesitantly traces his tongue along your lower lip, and you allow him entry, burying one hand in his short mohawk and cupping his jaw with the other. He probes your mouth gently, and you feel him melt into you, his grip loosening on you but still keeping you pressed against him. You’ve kissed Crater, hells, you’ve even kind of kissed Gregor, but nothing felt like this. Chuckles is consuming you, and you know you could easily get lost in him just like this. You want to, but after a few moments, you rest your forehead against his, stroking his cheek gently. “I will never let that happen to you again, Chuckles. Ever. You are too important to me.”

He meets your gaze for a few moments, and something unspoken flickers in his eyes before his face breaks out into a grin. “You know, if I’d known all this, I might have tried to get you out of that jumpsuit sooner.”

You understand what he’s doing; he’s not good with sentimentality. He’s always dealt with humor. He’s allowed his jester’s mask to drop more than he ever has before, and you will treasure the trust he put in you in that instant, but if he’d allowed the moment to linger, it wouldn’t be Chuckles.

But you also can’t deny that you already want to kiss him again.

Instead, you roll your eyes, turning around to face forward once more and resting your back against his chest. His hands slide down to your hips, and you feel him readjust. He’s still hard as durasteel, maybe more so now. You give a playful grind, and he gasps behind you.

“You’re playing dirty, Bolts,” he growls in your ear.

“I thought you liked it dirty. Weren’t you the one just talking about getting me out of my clothes?”

His fingers slide to your stomach, tracing the zipper of your jumpsuit upwards until he snags the tab up by your throat. “Indeed I was.” He playfully nips at your earlobe, pulling you closer with his other arm. “You got any cameras in here?”

“I’m flattered you think I have that kind of budget.”

He tugs the zipper down. “Good.”

You lean into him, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder as he fully unzips your jumpsuit. He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching hungrily as each new centimeter of your skin is exposed to him. When the zipper is all the way down, he slips his hands inside of the rough fabric, tracing his fingers from your collarbone to your breasts before he gently cups the lacey grey garment you’ve chosen for this evening.

“This feels rather impractical and fancy,” he hums in your ear. He pinches the charm in the middle, huffing a laugh. “Pretty though. Especially on you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You shrug out of the top half of your suit, trying to hide the way your lips quirk at his praise and the heat in your face. He trails kisses along your bare shoulders as he helps you push the rough material downwards. “Very impractical,” you agree. “But not expensive. Meant to be ripped off of me.”

He laughs again, a low growl that rumbles through you, and his hands are on your skin again, rough and warm as you sit nearly bare in his lap. He slips one hand inside your bra, grazing your nipple and causing you to writhe in his grip. He squeezes your breast and you moan. “Lift your hips,” he grunts in your ear, and a thrill shoots through you. You comply, and he manages to push your suit down past your knees, helping you as you kick it the rest of the way off along with your boots. You go to pull your panties down too, but he stills your hand. “Leave them on.”

You sit back, and Chuckles immediately groans. His fingers reverently trace over your abdomen before they find their way between your legs, parting your thighs, and he inhales sharply when he feels the warm dampness there.

“Matching panties? And you’re soaked. Bolts, you’re filthy.”

His fingers are thick and warm against the seam of your undergarments before he slips his fingers under the lace, running his digits through your slick and bringing it to his lips. He moans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

“You wanna taste more?” you ask, quivering as his fingers glide back between your legs.

“Not yet. Right now, I want to fuck you in this cockpit. I wanna think about how your pretty pussy feels wrapped around my cock when I’m flying.”

“Sounds distracting,” you reply in a tone far breathier than you care for.

“I hear I think better with my dick anyway,” he counters as he toys with your clit.

“Crater said to wait for them,” you gasp, desperately clinging to the last of your resolve.

“Since when do you take orders from the captain?” he teases, grazing his teeth along the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “I thought it was your garage, your rules.”

“Since he started leaving handprints on my ass for disobeying him.”

He hums as he slips a finger inside you. “Seems like you want it right now though. I’d slide right in no problem with as wet as you are.” He nuzzles against your ear as he adds another digit and starts driving his fingers into you, rutting against your ass. You moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you, digging your nails into his arm. “Do you want my cock right now?” he rasps in your ear.

You hope Crater will appreciate how compromised you were later as you grind against Chuckles’s palm.

It’s really his fault for not getting here sooner.

“I want it. I want you to fuck me,” you moan.

“Lift your hips again for me then.”

You obey as Chuckles rolls down his pants enough to pull his cock out, pulling your panties to the side and notching himself at your entrance. You feel his knuckles graze you as he pumps himself. His other hand grips your waist.

“Sit.”

You sink down slowly on him, and you hear his head thunk against the headrest of the seat as you clench, gradually adjusting around him until you’re fully seated in his lap.

“Can feel the plug in your ass,” he grits out. “Crater said you might let us all take you at once, but I didn’t think he meant there. Maker, I can’t wait to feel you.”

You give him another squeeze, trying to pretend you have an ounce of composure as his fingers find their way back between your legs, playing with your clit.

You’re glad the garage is empty as you and Chuckles give into your carnal desires in the seat of his cockpit. You start off grinding slowly against him, allowing your walls to adjust around his thick member before you begin carefully bouncing up and down on him, ensuring to keep the head of him inside you before you drop back down on his thighs. It doesn’t take long for the wet slaps of your cunt slamming against him and your moans to start echoing throughout the empty garage.

He’s a talker. Of course he is.

“Maker, Bolts. I never thought you’d let me fuck this sweet little cunt. I’ve fisted my cock so many times, thinking about what it’d feel like to have you wrapped around me like this, but you’re so much warmer and wetter than I ever could have imagined. You’re like a fucking vice. I’m gonna fill you tonight. Take you in every way I can. Fuck, how are you so soft?” He presses against the small of your back, tipping you further forward as he thrusts up into you. His fingers trace the bruises on your hips and ass. “Crater leave these?”

“Mhm,” you moan, catching your lip between your teeth as he presses gently against the marks.

“You gonna let me leave some of my own tonight, sweetheart? Gonna let me brand you when I claim you?”

“Fuck, yes, Chuckles.”

He groans, gripping your hips harder. You brace yourself against the edges of the cockpit, ignoring the burning in your thighs and calves as they protest the awkward position. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Chuckles inside of you, and right now, that’s all that matters to you as you chase your pleasure. You’ve been wound up all day, and Chuckles is finally giving you what you’d longed for, rubbing your thighs together at your desk for hours.

His fingers dig into your hips as he helps guide you up and down. Sweat dribbles between your breasts as you ride him frantically, chasing your high. He adjusts, and suddenly he’s hitting the perfect spot inside of you. Your head tips back and your brows pinch together as you frantically roll your hips, trying to ensure the head of his cock strokes the same place again and again.

“‘M so close, Bolts. Gonna cum in this pussy right now and then gonna have you clean my cock off. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck your ass. You’re gonna be screaming my name all night, sweetheart. You close?”

You whine as he slips his hand back between your legs, circling your clit. “Yeah. Yeah I’m close.”

“Gonna cum on my cock, Bolts?”

“Not if she doesn’t want to get edged until she’s crying for the rest of the night,” a voice calls out from the darkness.

You and Chuckles freeze in the cockpit as two figures step into the light: Crater, who’s glaring at you, and Gregor, wearing a cocky smirk. Both of them are stripped down to only their under suits and boots, and Gregor’s wearing a tank top of some burger joint you don’t recognize, but it shows off his arms nicely. Both of them have bedrolls slung over their shoulders. Chuckles’s thumb rubs against your hip, and you clench around him.

“I thought I told you to behave yourself,” Crater reminds you, his tone the low and dangerous baritone you’re more than familiar with.

“Technically, you told me not to touch myself in the backroom of my office. And I didn’t,” you reply sweetly.

“You’re right, she is a brat,” Gregor giggles.

“Better a brat than an asshole,” you pant, ignoring how relieved you are to hear his ridiculous laugh again.

Gregor is completely unphased by your words, snickering as he climbs the ladder, leaning on the edge and looking over your body. “Good to see you too, Bolts,” he jeers, gripping your chin and kissing you. You dig your teeth into his lower lip defiantly, and he grunts. Chuckles gives an indignant huff, thrusting up into you slightly to remind you he’s still there. You squeeze him as hard as you can and he groans as you release Gregor.

“I still fucking hate you, but I’m glad you’re safe,” you mutter.

Gregor just winks at you.

“Out of the fighter, you two,” Crater growls. You playfully roll your eyes, but oblige. Chuckles gasps when his cock slips from you, still hard and now glistening from being inside of you.

“Sorry,” you whisper teasingly. “More where that came from though. Promise.” You kiss him again before readjusting your lingerie and climbing down the ladder, coming to stand in front of Crater. His eyes are practically glowing.

“Think you’re cute, don’t you?” he says quietly.

You shrug. “Like I said, didn’t technically disobey.”

His fingers reach out, toying with the charm between your breasts. “Well, we’ll see how long that technicality deprives you of an orgasm tonight.”

You shiver but try to keep yourself composed. “Chuckles, can you hand me down my suit and boots?”

The pilot goes to toss them to you, but Crater snatches them out of the air. “Oh no you don’t. You wanted to get out of your clothes so much, you can walk back to your office like that.”

You open your mouth to retort, and Crater raises his eyebrow in warning. You’ve come to recognize that look and all that it entails if you keep pushing your luck, so instead, you tuck your tongue in your cheek haughtily.

“Alright then.”

A/N: Part 4 soon... and it's gonna be another one over 10k words.

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scarlet--wiccan · 1 month

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I thought of a silly hypothetical ship that I think has real potential and I want to know what you think about it: Marya Maximoff x Edwin Jarvis. I think Wanda and Pietro would both be overjoyed. IMO Pietro probably considers Jarvis more of a father than Magneto

Leave my bibi alone..... she's been through so much already. The last thing she needs is to uproot herself, move to New York, of all places, and be put through the immigration wringer just to take up with some gadjo whose life revolves around a mansion that's being constantly attacked or blown up.

I'm joking. Jarvis is great, and I do believe that Wanda and Pietro love him-- and the Avengers haven't operated out of the mansion in ages. I do feel like Wanda and Pietro could be doing more to provide for Marya, now that the know she's alive, but my instinct says that they'd want her to be safe and content, and not get her mixed up in the craziness of their lives. I don't know if Marya would want to leave her home country and whatever family/community she has left in Transia. That raises the question of why the twins aren't more involved in the community themselves, which just goes to show that these writers... don't understand Roma.

Anyways, I do believe that Marya's absence is one of the most egregious oversights in Orlando's writing. He's put so much effort into revamping Wanda's "chosen family" and recontextualizing her family relationships, but we don't hear a single word about her aunt/adoptive mother, who is basically Wanda's only living connection to her community and culture? That's actually a huge problem for me.

I know that Scarlet Witch (2023) was incredibly cramped for time, and that's not his fault, but just giving Marya a quick shoutout, or even a brief mention in that Who Is... oneshot would have been worth so much. If Orlando is worried about not being able to appropriately convey Romani cultural context or talk about Wanda's upbringing, he can reach out to sensitivity readers or try to get a co-writer for an issue. He did it for Thunderbird. And there are tactful ways to acknowledge Wanda's heritage and how important her living Romani family is without crossing boundaries. So, I'm definitely hoping for a Marya appearance in the next volume of SW.

#marya maximoff

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astroboots · 8 months

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Hi!! Hope you're having a great day Cici!💕

I just saw your latest reblog and I couldn't help but want to know more on what's going on in these two scenes🙈😩💕

Ch 10 was one of my absolute favourites and genuinely had me grinning the whole way through!💓

Ok ok, so! We obviously Know what cielitos thinking here, and ig I can more or less guess what starks thinking but what about Miguel!?! To his knowledge he totaaaally had her fooled, so imagine his surprise when he sees her at stark tower !!!with the man stark himself!! And acting all buddy buddy too!!😳

Yeah this scene had me h o w l i n g👹🙈🥰🤡it was SOOOOO GOOD! And yes once again, I ask for Miguel's thought process here and a little bit of starks too if it's not much🙈 cause to stark I can't help but think all this must be awfully hilarious😂I just know he was having so much fun pushing Miguel's buttons 😂😂 man was low-key third wheeling with all the tension between cielito and Miguel😂

And yeah that's it!! I hope you're doing well and remember to take care of yourself!, especially now that EYEM's over, please get some rest and treat yourself to lots of nice food!💕you deserve it!!💓

DVD COMMENTARY ASK GAME

Boy oh boy am I happy that you picked this paragraph out of everything.

The thing with that scene is that because it's from the limited POV of cielito we didn't at all get to see what was going on with Miguel there and it's always been my biggest regret! Cause in the actual scene as I imagined it and told both TWP and my husband as I was writing it is that from Miguel's perspective. He had smoothly broken into the penthouse, undetected by Stark's sophisticated surveillance system, dismantling each boobytrap and foreseeing each detection device and rendering them harmless. Remember that he's also (when he wants to be) graceful and can move silently and quickly despite his large size. So imagine that this man has gone through ALL OF THAT! undetected by Jarvis, and he's just about to enter the room where the arc reactor is when he picks up Cielito's familiar voice with his spideyhearing and just FREEZES!!!

All of a sudden he's crawling all the way back into the main foyer, not giving a fuck about being detected because: WHY IS SHE HERE!!!

and the scratching noises that Cielito hears on the ceiling? Yeah that Miguel, claws coming out to angrily scratch at the ceiling (not because he needs those to crawl up there) but because they come out when he's emotionally excited and this man is SEETHING! when he sees Stark flirt with her and her NOT REJECTING HIM WTF?!?!?!

It kills me that I wasn't able to show that scene from miguel's pov cause this whole sequence had me howling when I was imagining it.

As for the second scene and Stark's "Are you single" comment.

Our spideyman's immediate thought is: DOES SHE LOOK SINGLE TO YOU ASSHOLE!!??!??!!

Because here's the thing. Cielito is not nena, she's not his wife. He knows that on a logical level. But emotionally? He can't help but treat and see her as his. his to protect, at least. And it's hard to see another man flirt with the woman you love and were married to for years, a sleaze nontheless (which in Miguel's eyes, Stark is sleazy) waltzing in there with those lame lines and his wife is INTERESTED?! are you fucking kidding me!?

The thing with jealousy is that I think it comes from a place of insecurity. And I think Miguel himself finds it a shock at how jealous he is. I don't think Miguel was very jealous with nena, why would he be? He was very secure in that relationship. He knew that his wife didn't really have eyes for anyone but him (in the same way that he wasn't interested in other women besides her), they were very devoted to each other, so there was no point in him being jealous. But with cielito? He can't help but love her, and for him, in this moment of time, when he sees this stark guy flirt with her and HER CONSIDERING IT, he realizes that oh... Miguel's devotion and love for her might not be reciprocated-- and the green jealous monster in him is out in full force.

As for Stark? Stark's just having the time of his fucking life! this is hilarious to him. His inner thoughts is basically: "Man this guy is making it easy, this is so fucking funny!"

Especially because he's figured out that Miguel is obviously smart and capable, smart and capable enough to breach his entire security system and to bring a guy down so easily just by making him jealousy that's a payback too sweet and funny not to do.

#DVD COMMENTARY ASK GAME #💌 ask

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sherylhooper · 2 years

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I've been rewatching old MCU movies (where Tony is alive, sue me) and I still find it so hard to watch J.A.R.V.I.S die. He loved Tony so much, cared for him so much and that, even nowdays, when people throw that Edwin Jarvis' quote "I'd hate to live on as a voice" or something like this, to justify that Tony was wrong to create J.A.R.V.I.S and give him Edwin's voice is like a fucking insult to both Tony Stark and Edwin Jarvis.

Because Edwin was the one who rised Tony. To that boy Jarvis was the father, not Howard Stark and for the script writers who say that Jarvis would have hated if he knew about J.A.R.V.I.S having his voice, when he knew that Tony, the boy he raised, found comfort in his voice... is like the most disgusting thing in the entire universe (universes).

And to mention, the biggest fuck up (or, knowing them, it was probably intentional with how they hate Tony) was when they had Vision fall in love with a woman who gave herself to neo-Nazi organisation because she hated Tony that much. Who was responsible of Ultron being created, who was responsible of J.A.R.V.I.S' death and who triggered Tony's PTSD again (because she is their baby white girl (you know, when she is canonicaly Rromani, but *whitewashing* (I'm white myself*)) who makes them more money)...

That something that came from J.A.R.V.I.S, Tony's most advanced A.I. that Tony created, who loved his creator so much and whose prime purpose was to protect Anthony Edward Stark, would ever fall in love with that woman is butchering both Edvin Jarvis' and J.A.R.V.I.S' characters...

And to not even show how devastated Tony probably was in AoU and just make Wanda their princess who can do no wrong... To have Vision even entertain the idea of liking J.A.R.V.I.S murderer is horrifying and I'm very glad to see that her suffering and hope that she will bring death upon herself (we all know she didn't die in MoM, MCU writers will never kill off their milking cow when they can make more money).

Also, I've not watched MoM but I've read what happens and to all these people who even like Wanda after all that shit she pulled (starting with in WANDAVISION) and go like "slay, qeeun"; "girlboss" and everything like that... get out of my page and never interact with me, ya'll disgust me and scare me too.

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could you do a nat story with potentially nat going on a bad solo misson and it doesnt go well. She still gets the job done but comes back pretty shaken up so when she gets home the reader notices and tries to comfort her and make her feel better afterwards 😄

the other stories you have written are rly good as well too!

A/N: First of all thank you so much for this great request. I loved writing it. Second sorry it took so long! I really couldnt get myself to write even if my life depended on it and I wanted it to be good. I really hope you like what I came up with anon and it turned out like you imagined. Everyone feel free to send in request!

You're save with me

Summary: Nat comes back from a bad solo mission and you're there to make her feel better.

word count: 1,3 k

genre: fluff , hurt/comfort

warnings: talk about killing, blood, red room past, slight panic, lmk if I need anything else

not my gif.

You were sitting in your shared room in the compound reading on of your favorite books while you waited for Nat to return from her Solo mission. She had been gone for 3 days and you missed her terribly especially since it was a no contact mission.

She was due to come home that afternoon so you looked up and asked “Hey Jarvis, any status on Nat and when she’ll be home?”. “Good afternoon Agent Y/L/N, the quinjet should land in about 10 minutes. Agent Romanoff however seems to be in some state of panic, her heart rate is elevated and her breathing fast and uneven. Would you like me to alert Dr. Banner?”, the AI answered and your smile fell.

It wasn’t like Nat to show when something is wrong, so when Jarvis could sense it something had gone seriously wrong. “No thank you Jarvis, do you have more information about the mission?”, you asked concerned already getting ready to make your way to the landing pad. “Only that Agent Romanoff completed the mission succesfully”, said the AI and you answered “Thank you Jarvis”.

Once you grabbed one of her hoodies and threw it on before you quickly walked to the landing pad. You were pacing nervously until you saw the quinjet. Once it landed you waited patiently for Nat to come out, scared to see in what condition Nat would be.

As she slowly walked out you could already see that she was pretty shaken up but did thankfully not seem as panicky anymore. Whatever happened on the mission hit her hard. Eventhough you’ve been a couple for over a year already you’ve never seen her in that state. Almost like she lost all of her self control so you knew you had to be careful about your next steps.

Walking to her slowly you said softly “Hey Natty”. You could see her green eyes finding yours as she tried to give you a small smile, stopping in front of you. She seemed smaller than usual. “Can I touch you?”, you asked not ready to take any risks in her fragile state.

Hesitation crossed her face for a moment before she nodded slowly. It broke your heart to see her like this. You gently laid your hands on her arms and rubbed them softly, feeling her shaking under your touch. “Come on let’s get you inside”, you whispered and pressed a light kiss to her head before walking her inside.

As you reached the common area you shot the others a glare and shook your head before they could even say something. She didn’t need any comments from the others that would upset her even more right now. Tony closed his mouth again and gave you a small nod, knowing better than to mess with you when it came to Nat.

As you reached your shared room you helped her take off her jacket and saw that she was bleeding at her shoulder and side. Looking into her eyes you asked “Tasha you’re bleeding. Can I take care of them?”. Natasha’s eyes found yours as she shot you a confused look at first and only then realizing she was hurt. She nodded softly and let you guide her into the bathroom.

Nat watched you carefully as you made her sit on the closed toilet seat and got out the first aid kid. She could never tell you how much she appreciated your gentleness and carefulness. Once you cleaned her wounds, them thankfully not being that deep so you could just patch them up you brought her back to bed and helped her change into a pair of your pjs.

Getting some water for her you squatted down in front of her and handed her the bottle as you asked “Can you have some water for me?”. She took the bottle and drank a few sips before giving the bottle back to you with shakey hands. Placing it aside you took her hands in yours and asked softly “Can you tell me what happened Natty?”.

You didn’t wanna pressure her but her behavior worried you to say the least.

It took her a minute, playing with your fingers and getting herself ready to open up. You just let your hand go limp in hers knowing playing with your finger brought her the comfort she needed right now.

„It was more or less a trap. I got in without many problems but they knew I was there. On the way out I was exposed to some synthetic gas, a new weapon from hydra. I could hear the voice from one of them telling me that I’m about to relive my worst nightmares and Y/N he was right“, she started and I could tell it was bringing her relief but also pain to talk about it. Tears built up in her eyes as she continued „“I saw all of the faces from the people I’ve killed. Kids starring at me innocently before I killed them. All of the pain that I managed to forget from the red room washed up again. I somehow made my way out but it reminded me of how much red is still in my ledger“.

It broke your heart as she said that. Sitting down next to her you took her into your arms and gently dried her tears as you calmed her down. Once she was a little calmer you took her face in your hands and said „Natasha, I need you to listen to me now okay? All of this is in the past. Yes you did bad things then but you’ve done more good. You wiped out all of the red in your ledger as brought down the red room. It’s clean and you’re a good person. I’m sorry they made you go through that again but I need you to know that this is not who you are anymore“.

You could tell that Nat needed those more than she’d ever admit. „Thank you“, she mumbled and you gently kissed her forehead. You could tell that it helped but she was exhausted and still a little shaken up. Dwelling on the topic wouldn’t help so you suggested „How about I make some tea now and then we’ll cuddle up in bed and watch a movie?“.

Nat just nodded at that so you pressed another kiss to her forehead and quickly made your way into the kitchen to get her her favorite kind of tea and her favorite snacks. Once back in your room you cuddled up in bed together Nat in your arms as you put on her favorite movie.

You knew from the start that she wouldn’t last through the whole movie but as Nat realized she couldn’t fight off the exhaustion much longer she slowly moved out of your arms and said „I’ll probably have nightmares tonight. Maybe you should sleep somewhere else, you need your sleep“.

However you were having nothing of it. Taking her face in your hands you looked her deep in the eyes and said „Listen Natty. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here for you and if you’ll have nightmares tonight I’ll be there to calm you and comfort you. I don’t care if I won’t get much sleep tonight. I promised you the day we got together that I’ll always keep you safe even if its from the demons that haunt you at night. I’m not breaking that promise. I’ll keep you safe, I’m not leaving“.

A sleepy smile appeared on Nat’s lips as she said „I know, you’re my safe place. I love you. Thank you“. She cuddled deep into your arms and you wrapped your arms tightly around her as you mumbled „Always, I love you more“.

You felt her smile into your chest before you kissed her forehead and she fell asleep. You couldn’t feel happier that she felt safe with you, helping you rest easier as you drifted of as well, ready to face whatever the night will bring.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #marvel #natasha romanoff comfort #fic request #soft natasha romanoff #send in requests

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fawnofanxiety · 4 months

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Cursed fic idea

Okay look, Ezio Auditore is literally everything. There are times I've asked myself #whatwouldeziodo and then do the exact opposite because it'd probably involve murder.

James fucking Buchanan Barnes and The Winter Soldier have taken up residence in my brain and heart and are 100% there to stay.

Please tell me you see where this is going and have begun crying like I have been for the past 2 god damned months.

My brain decided that my favorite murder baby needed competent help in the form of the best assassin to ever exist. #fightme

SO! So *cries* I started sketching out a fic where Ezio gets yeeted into the MCU a la Isu Bullshit at some point during WW2. There's developing friend/mentorship when my favorite murder birb stumbles on Azzano bc you best believe he'd help the Italian Resistance and dismantle any and every scrap of Nazi supply line he can get his hands on. Like I can see Ezio rolling his eyes at Steve because ho boy does this blonde-haired blue-eyed innocent and idealistic child remind him of himself before- well before he became an assassin. Bucky? Well, Bucky is the man he became after taking his first leap of faith in Venice and his skills as a sniper are breathtaking. Can't really find fault in passing on intelligence to the SSR when he learns of Hydra and pointing the Howlies at this repulsive entity(they are absolutely adorable but he doesn't have the time to focus on giving them more than the bare minimum of time to pass on some of his skills and good lord do the ridiculous duo pick up skills fast. Though Steve frowns on the sneaky sneaky, whatever, they've saved his life more than once). Now, Ezio is the one to give them the info on the train and the soul-crushing guilt he feels when his favorite doesn't come back? When they don't even send a single person to try and recover his body?! That's not gonna fly. Unfortunately, he learns of this too late and well. We all know what happened to Bucky.

I can see Ezio getting to know Howard, understanding but ultimately disapproving of his obsession with finding Steve. After all, Ezio knows just how isolating that obsession can be. But, a sort of friendship? develops? Because Ezio is 100% a hypocrite. He spends every second of his free time trying to track down Bucky. There was no body but he found where he should have been.

Ezio being Ezio cultivates a... hm comfortable amount of wealth over the years and valiantly ducks questions about why tf he isn't aging. Isu Bullshit is my favorite excuse in the AC 'verse. I can see him talking about this to Howard and Peggy when he trusts them enough. Maybe. Maybe, he talks Howard down from building weapons, just a little, but can't completely stop his fall into alcoholism and being a shit father. Maybe, he falls completely under Tiny Tony's spell and becomes Uncle Ezio. Who 100% teaches Tony how to fight back and escape after his first kidnapping. Swapping out with Peggy when he's off searching for Bucky (who he's figured out is the WS but can't fucking track him down) but always always shows up for holidays, birthdays, graduations, science fairs, and silent support at the stuffy galas. Listens to this little boy, who reminds him of Petriccio, trip over himself talking about what he's learned and learning, his never-ending ideas and frustrations. (Jarvis fucking loves this wonderful Italian who also occasionally scares the shit out of him but ignorance is bliss and it's no skin off his back to wash the occasional blood stain out of Ezio's clothing and administer first aid.)

Maybe, he stops the WS from assassinating the Starks. Maybe, he helps Bucky find himself even if he can't do anything about the trigger words. Maybe he becomes a little more blood-thirsty, a little more ruthless when going after any and every Hydra outpost he can. Maybe he sits there and holds Bucky as he cries when Ezio finds the book. Stands behind him, in pride and grief with a hand on his shoulder as Bucky and Tony burn the damn thing. Maybe he whole-heartedly approves of Rhodes, even as Bucky gives the poor child the stink-eye. Is the one to give Tony the shovel talk when he notices the beginnings of attraction between these two idiots. The fact that Bucky proceeded to leave a whole host of bruises when he found out just makes Ezio laugh with pride.

Maybe, just maybe, Ezio finds himself sitting on the balcony of his villa on the outskirts of Florence watching the sunset over his sprawling vineyard with a glass of wine in his hand, his heartache over the family he left behind so very long ago on that bench in the middle of the summer market no longer suffocating. The faint sounds of his bright-eyed and brilliant nephew bickering with the haunted but hopeful man he proudly considers to be his son bring him a sense of peace he never thought he would have again.

#ezio auditore #tony stark #winter soldier #bucky barnes #winteriron #james buchanan barnes #assassin's creed #fanfic #cursed crossover #it's 3 fuckin am and idk what I'm doing with my life #if someone runs with this idea please for the love of god #tag me so i can cry over it #I could not stop the winteriron even on threat of death

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thebaileybugle · 2 years

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Moving

Pairing: Dom!Natasha x sub!male reader x Dom!Wanda

Warning(s): Suggestive smut, nicknames (baby, Lyubov), most likely in-corrections in writing let me know if I missed anything please

A/N: This is part 1 of 2 for Moving

Request by: @lovefanfiction01

Pulling onto the road of your new estate, you heard boxes shift and bump into each other from the front of the moving van. Nat and Wanda can see the obvious bounce-of-the-wall excitement radiating off of you and it genuinely made them feel excited and giddy themselves but they held their smiles back, choosing to instead focus on the road in front of the three of you.

As much as you loved the other Avengers, space and privacy for the three of you was really needed. This relationship was new to you all so letting it just be you was the best option to further the comfort level for you guys. They of course understand the reason for your departure and Tony even offered to install a mini Jarvis system in your new house to stay connected to the tower for mission assignments and just staying connected on a regular basis, to which you agreed.

-Tiny Time Skip

“Alright! That’s the last box!” Wanda called out while she made her way into the house with said box in her hands. Her voice echoed off the walls of the hollow estate.

“Lyubov, you were such a good helper.” Nat cooed to you as she brushed past you to close the door of the van’s unit. Wanda set down the box in the kitchen and walked over to you. You blushed at Nat’s praise but tried to hide it by lowering your head to look at your feet.

“Yes, I agree, you were so strong for us, baby.” She squeezed your shoulder and laughed at your very flustered expression.

“Thank you, I try to be.”

“And we appreciate it.” Wanda ran a hand through your hair but stopped it at your neck to give it a small squeeze also.

An idea popped into your head just as Nat walked back into the front door. Well, not much of an idea but more of a thing Tony brought up to you in private after you told the team about the move.

“So Sam, Steve, Tony, Buck and a couple of others will be here later to help with the rest of the furniture.”

“Great! So what is it we do next, loves?” Nat asked with her hands on her hips.

“…What if we… what if we like had sex right here since we just can.” This took your girlfriends by surprise. It was of course normal for you to initiate sex, but never just out of the blue like you just did.

“Mm, Lyubov, as much as I like that idea, some dinner might suit us better for right now. Especially since you haven’t eaten since breakfast.” Natasha shut down your idea lightly. You didn’t take it badly as you knew she and Wanda only had your best interest at heart, and took your health very seriously.

“Mk, Natty.”

-Time skip dinner cause my eyes are very droopy-

You and your girls sat down in the booth the hostess of the diner led you to. Nat and Wanda sat across from you. It was a nice retro-y place that held a comfortable vibe.

The waiter came up to your table, visible exhaustion radiating off of her… or maybe that was just your powers. Anyway.

“Can I get y’all started with some drinks or do you have everything you want already.”

“Oh, we’ve been here before. I have the Brooklyn Bowl, medium well, she will have the French onion soup, and he would like the y/f/m, all with lemonade, please.”

“Alright, those will be right out, menus please.” You give her your menus and she walks away tk another table.

There’s a small beat of comfortable silence that sits with the three of you before you break it.

“I’m really happy that you let me into your relationship with open arms. I love you both and hope that we can last forever.”

“Oh, baby, we love you too.”

“Yes- and of course we’ll last forever. We will always love you.”

And for the upteenth time that night your cheeks began to burn with a deep blush. You started fiddling with your fingers flusteredly but paused when you felt a hand on each of your knees.

“And when we get back home we’ll show you just how much we love and appreciate you.”

“Y-yes Mommies.” You gulped.

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you still don't know what i never said

Fandom: Agent Carter

Pairing: Peggy Carter/Jack Thompson (can be read as platonic)

Rating: T (mentions of canon violence)

Summary: After Jack is shot, Peggy sits at his bedside.

Word Count: 1.4k

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written for @peggycarterbingo

prompt: Free Space

Mr. Jarvis dropped Peggy off at the hospital, reticent to walk her inside, the memory of Ana’s shooting fresh in his memory. Peggy understood but still wished she wasn’t alone as she walked down the mostly-empty hallways. She pushed the door to the room open gently, finding Daniel asleep in a chair beside Jack’s bed. Jack was pale and his skin was shiny with sweat. His chest moved only slightly up and down. The sight stopped her in her tracks.

It was no secret that she and Jack didn’t get along, and she had often gotten the fleeting urge to beat him up herself – not to mention she had almost shot him not too long ago – but seeing him like this was… well, she didn’t like it.

She shook Daniel’s shoulder, who spluttered awake. “Hey,” he said, blinking slowly.

“Hey,” she said quietly. “How is he?”

Daniel looked over at him. “They said the next twelve hours are the pivotal ones. Either he’ll wake up, or…”

Peggy pursed her lips. “You should go home, get some rest.”

“This chair is not that uncomfy, you know.”

“And you need to get your agents together, chief.” She looked at Jack again, brow furrowed. “We need to figure out who did this, and why. And you need rest if we’re going to do that.”

“I would’ve thought you would want to be on the front lines of that.”

“There’s a good chance whoever it was will come back to finish the job,” she said. “I don’t want to leave him alone.”

Daniel looked a little sheepish.

“Get some rest, Daniel,” she said, squeezing his arm. “If you hurry, you might be able to get Mr. Jarvis to give you a ride.”

He nodded and kissed her cheek. “See you.”

She watched him leave and sat down in the chair. How Daniel had managed to fall asleep in it, she had no idea.

They were lucky the hotel staff had found Jack when they did, before he had lost too much blood. She and Daniel had been at Daniel’s place when they got the call. He had gone to the hospital, and she had gone to the crime scene. The bloodstain on the carpet had been very large. It appeared that some of Jack’s papers had been messed with, but she couldn’t tell if anything was missing. Only Jack would know that.

As well as the person who shot him.

The wound made it clear he was shot at close range. No one had heard it, so likely a silencer was used. It all felt very planned, very professional.

As unsettling as they were, it helped to go over the facts of the case as she sat there watching Jack. They were much more concrete and controllable than this. A crime scene, she could handle, a hospital room, not so much.

She sighed. “It’s just like you to get shot and ruin my lovely vacation,” she said. “And now I’m here because for some reason, I feel a little bit responsible for this. Actually, no, there’s no reason I should feel responsible, but I still do.” She huffed. “Even unconscious, you’re insufferable.”

Jack, of course, did not respond.

Peggy was quiet for a little while. She watched Jack until she couldn’t anymore, and then she watched the door until she was worried about not watching Jack.

She considered herself a reasonably patient person. She could sit in a car for hours on a stakeout. She had managed several months at the SSR before Howard showed up without doing anything stupid. But the minutes ticked by slowly as she resisted the urge to pace around the room.

“Perhaps this is some insane scheme to make sure I come back to New York, instead of transferring to LA, because you’re too proud to ask,” she said to Jack. “Getting shot so I realize that I would miss not seeing your infuriating face every day. Which, I suppose I…” She shook her head. “In any rate, if you die on me, I shall be incredibly displeased.”

Talking made the oppressive silence of the hospital a little bit more bearable, and it wasn’t like Jack could hear her, so Peggy just kept talking.

“I meant everything I said, by the way.” She leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs and trying to get more comfortable. “You are a good man. You make mistakes, obviously. Lord knows I’ve done that too. I feel like we are more similar than you would care to admit. More than I would normally care to admit.”

She looked at him again, his pallid face, coming to a decision. If he couldn’t hear her, then she supposed she could say whatever she wanted.

“I know, you know,” she said, voice soft. “About you.” She looked away again. Even though he couldn’t hear her, this still felt too personal to say while looking at him. “Your feelings for me. I think everyone does. I didn’t believe it at first, obviously. Thought it was just a rumour the guys passed around.” She paused. “I don’t know if it’s still the case of course. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve changed your mind since taking over as chief. I can sometimes have some trouble with authority figures.” She smiled a little. “Maybe it’s best I don’t transfer to LA. I don’t want to ruin this thing with Daniel by being an obstinate agent who won’t listen to orders. That might put a strain on our relationship.”

Peggy’s mind strayed back to the facts of the case. “I don’t think you recognized your attacker,” she began. “If you had, you would have put up a fight, but as far as we can tell, they took you completely by surprise. It was a professional hit, silencer and everything. You were on the phone with Molly from the New York Office when it happened. She says that after the shot, she could hear paper rustling.”

She stood up and began to pace around his bed.

“So, the person who shot you presumably did so because of some information that you knew and had on you at the time,” she continued. “But it could not have been anything about the Council of Nine or Whitney Frost, because then they would have gone after Daniel and I as well.”

She frowned and looked over at Jack, who could, of course, still not contribute to her brainstorming.

“As chief, I suppose you have access to information that I do not, but then again, so would Daniel.” Peggy realized, again, that she would have to wait until Jack regained consciousness before she could really get any answers about this. She sighed and sat down again, looking at Jack in concern. “What have you gotten yourself into this time, Jack?” she asked softly.

It was another hour of impatient waiting, of pacing around the room, reciting the facts of the case to herself over and over again and still not coming to any concrete conclusions, before Jack woke up.

She was standing at the door, peering out into the hallway, because she thought she had heard something, when he said, gravelly and just over a whisper, “Peggy? What happened?”

She turned around, relief flooding her features and she rushed to his side. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed. She searched his face. “How do you feel?”

Jack looked down at his bandaged chest, lifting a hand to touch it and wincing. “Like I got shot?” he said. He frowned. “I was at the hotel, packing up. I was… talking to Molly about you staying in LA longer. I…” His eyes widened. “My– my briefcase, my papers. I heard him going through my papers after he shot me.”

Peggy nodded. “That’s what we thought, but we couldn’t tell if anything was missing,” she said.

“If you could get my briefcase, I could–” He tried to sit up, winced at the effort, kept trying anyway, and then Peggy pushed him down by his shoulder.

“You need to rest now,” she said. “I’m going to get the nurse.” She began to go out the door, but then heard him shifting in his bed again and spun around. “Lie down,” she said firmly, then smirked a little. “Do as Peggy says.”

Jack rolled his eyes and looked at her with the barely-disguised irritation she was used to. It made her feel a little better as she went out to find a nurse. That after the panic and worry and babbling to herself for hours, things were on their way back to normal.

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Miss, PhD (XXIV)

WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Fluff. College AU. Angst. A/N: For those who are curious: the house.

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Steve pushed your arm from over him as he woke from his nap, a little warmer and rested, and pressed a little kiss to your temple before putting something more proper before brushing his teeth and walking out of your bedroom.

The house was quiet and warm - he couldn’t hear or see your father as he walked down the stairs, but quickly caught sight of Mister Jarvis the moment he stepped on the first floor, finding him pouring himself tea, and your ‘friend of the family’ only took a glance of him before pouring him some just as well.

“Good afternoon, professor Rogers,” he greeted him. “I hope you like Earl Grey tea?”

“Earl Grey is great, sir,” he agreed.

Mister Jarvis hummed, and gave him a mug before walking to an armchair, and placing his mug on a side table before sitting down, grunting as he did it.

“My joints aren’t too much of a fan of Christmas,” he chuckled. “I hope you don’t mind the house being warm, I can lower the temperature if you want to.”

Steve smiled a bit. You had told him about how Jarvis was much more present in your father’s life than his own parents, and had been a true grandparent to you. Now that he was in his later seventies - or early eighties - your father had been trying to do the same for him he had done for your family, and caring for him as one would do for their elderly father, and Steve appreciated that very much.

“It’s alright, sir,” he assured him. “This is perfectly comfortable.”

Sure, the house was a little arm, but after nearly a decade living in California, this wasn’t something that would bother Steve.

“I like you, Rogers,” he sipped his tea. “Y/N says you are a very decent man.”

He nodded, feeling a little awkward, but still happy that your family liked him. It was important for him that they did.

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad she had good things to say about me,” he smiled. “I try to be a good partner.”

Jarvis hummed drinking his tea, and Steve held his mug a little awkwardly, and looked at his side when he heard the noise of your mother coming down the stairs, carrying boxes, and was quick to leave the mug somewhere to go help her.

“Thank you,” she spoke as he took a few things from her hands. “Just leave them over one of the tables or the couches, I haven’t decided what to do around the tree yet.”

He confirmed with a hum. If she was anything like you, it was best that he didn’t try to help with that part.

“I can get the gifts from upstairs,” he offered. “And you can set the tree?”

“That would be great,” she agreed. “Let me show you the room where I hid them.”

Steve followed her quickly and soon occupied himself with taking the many Christmas’ gifts, and stopped for a moment once he was met with his gift to you, wrapped in a very discreet paper that he hoped you would miss.

He had worked for months painting you, trying to make it perfect, and decided to give it to you as a Christmas gift.

Hopefully, you would like it - you always told him that you’d love to see him painting more.

“What is that?” your mother asked as he set it behind the tree. “I remember Tony said you sent it over so Y/N wouldn’t see it, but he never told me what it was.”

He looked behind his back and looked up to check if you were there.

“A painting,” Steve whispered. “I’ve been working on this portrait of her since July, and I think it’s ready.”

Your mother smiled, surprised.

“Well, that is a great gift,” she told him, looking very pleased. “Y/N will love it.”

Steve grinned a bit. At least there was something good in this holiday.

“I didn’t know you painted,” she noticed. “I mean, Y/N told me you teach art at Stanford, but a lot of people teach things they don’t practice.”

He nodded, feeling awkward all over again.

“She was telling the head of the department emailed her about hiring her to teach there,” she continued, kneeling to organise some gifts under the tree. “Do you think it is a good place to work at? She is not considering it, but maybe it is a good use of her time.”

He hesitated a little, pressing his lips together.

“Well, actually,” he breathed in and out. “I was fired, like… 10 minutes after our plane landed.”

Pepper turned to him with wide eyes, shocked, and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Budget cuts,” he explained and looked over in your room’s direction. “I haven’t told Y/N yet.”

She stood up, and gave him a motherly look.

Your mother couldn’t be much older than him - actually, Steve doubted she was completely out of her 30s yet - but yet, her energy was so different from the one he got from the most people he was around.

She really felt like was the mother of someone your age.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she told him. “Do you need help with anything now? Maybe a lawyer to help you with your rights or a recommendation letter if you want to apply to a different workplace or position?”

He shook his head, a little relieved that she wasn't offering him money or a position in your father's company.

"No," he answered, putting his hands on his waist. "I'm actually considering what I'm going to do now."

Steve was a good planner, and had saved enough money that he wouldn't need to worry about working for at least six months.

"Y/N actually suggested that I should quit my job and just become a full-time painter a while ago," he chuckled.

Your mother looked very interested.

“Well, are you interested in doing that?” she asked. “Do you think it’s something you’d enjoy doing?”

He pressed his lips together, thinking a little bit.

“I don’t know yet,” he lied.

When Steve was young, he loved the idea of being a painter. He loved painting and being an artist… but he had bills to pay, his family could need his help at any second, and he didn’t even know if he would be successful!

There was a lot that came into question aside from just enjoying it.

He was a man! And maybe that was a little bit of inherited sexism in him, but a man should be a provider!

Steve had grown up in a family that struggled economically, and he was terrified of living like that again or having his folks going through that again.

Poor guys couldn’t be artists.

“If you ever do,” she pulled him out of his thoughts. “I have a few friends in the right places I would love to introduce you to.”

Steve smiled a little and nodded.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he told her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And we won’t tell that to anyone,” Jarvis added. “We both know Tony is… Tony. And you should tell it yourself to Y/N.”

“Thank you,” he spoke to them.

He breathed slowly, looking for words, wanting to change the subject.

“I’ll go check on Y/N,” he decided. “Bring her a snack.”

“Try something sweet,” Jarvis suggested. “It pairs well with bad news.”

Steve cringed with himself, but nodded. Yes, it was best that he told you now and didn’t wait so much.

“Yes, sir.”

No matter what happened, he knew you two would work it out together.

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