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#marvel drabble
hellsenthero · 2 days
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Image: Single Dad Bucky
Can you picture single dad Bucky? I dreamt of him last night.
He wore a backward baseball cap with his dark locks of hair curling around the edges of it. He held onto the stroller with a tight grip, his baby girl all snuggled up inside. Bucky was a nervous wreck. He wasn't meant to be a father, and certainly not a single one, but he did his best. Nothing mattered now other than his girls health, happiness and safety.
Before Bucky would cruise through the world, not caring about much. Now? A loud bang of a car back firing? His hand was shooting to the stroller, ready to grab his baby girl and go. People wanted to hold her? No fucking way. Crowded, germ filled areas? You wouldn't find him within a hundred feet of it. He had fears now. So many tangible, real, very possible fears that consumed him.
You saw all this. Fatherhood had softened his gaze and turned his fight or flight instincts up to a hundred. His baby girl was a precious gift and you loved her. You loved both of them.
You certainly fell in love first. Bucky's mind was always on his baby and not necessarily on the others he spent time with. But you got through that mental bearier of his, slowly but surely his thoughts and heart grew to be all about BOTH of his girls.
Your first date was at a small cafe that lasted as long as the babies nap did. (It wasn't very long.) But you both knew you wanted to see more of each other afterward.
Once Bucky realised his feelings for you and how deep they went, he brought you over. Not just anyone can walk through his front door. Not when he has his baby girl to protect. But you, you're the exception.
After a while, you're not walking into Bucky's house, but your house. Your home.
Bucky stopped being just a single dad. He became a more. He became a husband.
And he became the happiest man alive.
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Wanda: It’s Valentine’s Day evening baby what are we doing? I’m so excited!
Y/n:….already?
Venom: Did you not plan anything
Y/n: Don’t be ridiculous! Of course I did, Wanda go and put on something sexy then put a dress over the top we’re going to a fancy restaurant!
Wanda: Perfect! I can’t wait baby! *Goes to get ready*
Y/n goes to find Tony
Y/n: Tony!
Tony: Hey little slime what’s going on?
Y/n:….Never call me little slime again that’s very weird, anyway! I need a restaurant reservation tonight in about 2 hours
Tony: You forgot Valentine’s Day? Come on Y/n you should know better, I’m not giving you the reservation
Y/n: What? Why?!
Tony: You need to learn, I’m sure Wanda will be fine with some cheap noodles and some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream
You get a picture from Wanda on your phone
Venom taking over you standing tall over Tony: Listen here you puny little billionaire man you are giving us that reservation or else I will painting a happy Valentine’s Day pepper message on the wall in your blood
Tony slightly scared: Did Wanda send you a picture of something?
Venom: It is none of your concern tiny man but we shall say it’s something we plan on ripping off of her later so give us that reservation!
Tony: Sure okay you have a reservation at 8 sharp so don’t be late
Venom nodding and retreating back into you
Y/n: Thanks Tony you’re the best!
Tony: Yeah yeah whatever
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angelltheninth · 10 months
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I AM BEGGING YOU FOR SOMETHING NSFW WITH MIGUEL OHARA I AM BARKING FOR HIM ITS INSANE
On it! I have so many brainworms of him!
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, crempie, size kink, praise, mention of pregnancy
A/N: It sucks that this is will get a Label pretty quickly cause Miguel is the hot new topic rn but idk, I have so much smutty goodness with this man to share.
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"Look at that, my cum in you and you keep shaking your hips for more. You can't get enough can you sweetheart? Since when is my pretty lady so slutty hm? Did you miss me that bad?" Miguel's claws dug into your hips as the bed shook, and you with it, from the frenzy of his body slamming against yours.
"I can't help that I missed you Miguel. I-" You had to get a firmer grip in the sheets to steady yourself, to try to clear the horny fog in your mind, "I missed your cock daddy."
Miguel chuckled, cock twitching at the title you've given him in that high pitched voice, "Daddy hm? I see you've been discovering new things about yourself while I was gone. I have too. How about you make me a daddy for real?" Your womb was already flooded with his cum, neither of you had the patience to put a condom on, fucking each other like rabbits as soon as the clothes came off. "What do you say I fuck a baby into you? I think you'll look even more perfect with your belly swollen, your tits so sensitive, absolutely glowing."
"Please. Please, I want it. Claim me, breed me as much as you want." You had no idea where those desires came from but something about having Miguel be this into the thought that he came immediately after set off fireworks in your brain. You pushed your ass against him, rubbing the soft flesh against him while your pussy walls greedily took the last bits of his cum.
"What do you say?"
"T-Thank you Mig- daddy." You sighed as his body leaned over yours, warming you up, protecting you, holding you, keeping you all to himself in his big arms, finally back where he should be.
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natashasvixen · 1 year
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Let me control you
Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, dom Wanda, sub reader, dom/sub dynamics, hand signal communication, mommy kink, praise kink, mirror kink, collars, marking, so much teasing, slight pet play, alluded smut
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: “Oh heyyyyyy”. So I haven’t written for months…. Probably won’t again for another few months 😅 but yeah I got inspired by CelticKitten25’s red room renovations series on ao3, (go read for some perfect Bishova and Wandanat kinky goodness) Shoutout to my bestie @phantomspiderr for convincing me to write and post this 🥰 I hope you all like it! 💕🦊
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“You ready baby?” Wanda asks gently as she carefully eyes your reaction to her question.
You nod quickly looking up at her with doe eyes where she stands slightly taller than you, you had both talked about this being something you wanted to try and tonight was finally the moment after some practice and learning some gestures that Wanda wanted to use.
Wanda had been so sweet as the night had gone on, taking care of you, praising you, talking you through everything to get your headspace just right, now you were both standing next to your large plush bed officially ready to begin.
Wanda smiled slightly and tilted her head, you could physically see her switching from her sickly sweet demeanour to her more strict and dominant side. She was curious about something and wanted to test her theory, “can you tell me your safe words darling?” Instantly you opened your mouth to respond before quickly snapping it shut again eager to please your wife and domme. A slight chuckle left the Sokovian’s mouth, “you’re already trying to hold your words for me aren’t you? Such a good girl but it’s ok, it’s not a trick you can tell me, I want to hear you right now” she reassured you after confirming her theory that without even fully starting you were already trying your very best to please her just as Wanda liked you.
You smiled up at your wife, “green for I’m good, yellow for slow down or readjust and red for stop, taps if I can’t talk mommy” Wanda cupped your face with both of hands and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead, “that’s my good girl”
“Ok my love we are going to start now, remember you can stop anytime you want to” Wanda says as she presses a gentle kiss to your lips and moved over to the red suede chair in the corner of your shared bedroom and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of you.
You waited patiently not moving from your spot as both of you simply watched each other carefully, Wanda slowly lifted her hand and crooked her finger towards her, cautiously you started taking steps forward, you only got around half way to her before she held her hand up signalling you to stop, you did as instructed, watching the many rings on her fingers glinting in the low light but trying to keep your focus so you didn’t miss anything she asked of you.
“Good” she stated to reassure you more than anything, she knew you were nervous about this, as much as it was your idea and you completely trusted your domme to give complete control to, it was nerve wracking to use a whole new set of communication and you didn’t want to disappoint her.
She moved her palm face down to the floor and slowly lowered it a little, you quickly dropped to your knees and folded your hands behind your back, Wanda smirked at how quick you were to respond.
Watching carefully the Sokovian left you with no signals for a moment to gauge where you were at, she noted your breathing quickening a little and you starting to twitch after a few minutes, “slow down my love, you are doing great, don’t overthink it, this is all new I’m not going to punish you if you make some mistakes to start with, once you’ve had some practice however…” Wanda trailed off with a smirk.
With a deep breath you flick your eyes to her face quickly and smile at her, reassuring her you were ok and wanted to continue before focusing back on her hands.
After letting you settle Wanda turned her palm face up and lifted it, you moved to stand again but kept your hands behind your back. You concentrated as she lifted a single finger and held it in the air, slowing yourself down you pulled your pyjama top over your head and dropped it beside you, never letting your focus waver once, the heat in your stomach was making its way lower, trying not to rub your thighs together as you watch your wife sit forward in the chair and rest her arms on her legs looking so dominant and completely in control of your every action with just a flick of her hands, you loved it when she wore a suit and with her jacket discarded your eyes subconsciously wondered to the open buttons of her shirt getting a peek at the deep red lace underneath.
“Ah ah ah focus” Wanda tutted as you quickly move your gaze back to her hands waiting for your next instruction. Two fingers were held up and move to slide your shorts down your legs and drop them next to your shirt revealing the matching green set of lace that Wanda had picked out for you.
“Such a pretty girl for me, I can see you squirming, you just need mommy so bad don’t you?” Wanda cooed and she nearly had you but you managed to catch yourself and simply nod in response and it was worth it for the smile that graced your wife’s lips “such a clever little thing”.
You could feel the lace sticking to you as you desperately grew wetter, you just wanted to be close to her and to please her and it was getting harder to breathe by the second, willing to keep your focus when you finally heard the click of her fingers signalling to you that you could approach her, you practically scrambled forward and dropped back down to your knees more gently this time at her feet instinctively folding your hands behind you and dropping your gaze to the floor. No sooner had you looked at the floor when Wanda’s hand gripped your chin and tilted your head up to face her.
“You’re doing so good for me my love, so pretty and obedient” Wanda cooed so sweetly as she traced your lower lip with her thumb, it took every ounce of strength you had not to take the digit into your mouth. You could feel yourself dropping more and more into that blissful fuzzy headspace by the second spurred on by the consistent praise she was giving you.
You observed quietly as Wanda lifted a single finger and spun it in a quick circle while gazing down at you with dark eyes. Shuffling on your knees to turn your back to her you now had a perfect view of the full length ornate mirror on the opposite wall, you found Wanda’s eyes in the mirror and patiently awaited your next command, perfectly placed in between her spread legs as she leaned dangerously close to your ear and draped her arms over your shoulders, oozing control as she breathily whispered “such a pretty pet for me” before kissing a bruising mark into the side of your neck, you barely held back a whine as you shivered and arched into her touch.
“Do you know what pretty pets get baby?” She asked teasingly after leaving the darkening purple mark blossoming on your neck. You shook your head slowly, shuddering at how hot your wife looked as she rested her chin on the top of your head to watch you in the mirror, caging you in with her thighs and absentmindedly twisting the rings on her fingers where they were crossed just under your eye line.
Leaning back away from you Wanda reached over to retrieve a slim black box you hadn’t noticed was sitting on the small table next to what in your mind might as well have been Wanda’s throne. Your body instinctively chased after her touch until a firm hand gripped a fistful of your hair causing your breath to catch in your throat, she pushed you gently back to position, the perfect balance of gentle and rough handling practically making your mind go blank.
“Patience little one” she scolded as she took the box and balanced it between her thighs behind your back where you couldn’t see.
“Can you close your eyes for me? It’s a surprise for my clever girl” she smirked at you in the mirror while clicking the box open.
You hesitated, trying to convey your silent question to your domme through just your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
Reading you as an open book Wanda quickly answered your question, “No signals darling, not until you open your eyes again”.
Nodding gently you slipped your eyes closed and waited for your surprise, keeping your posture perfect was difficult as you felt Wanda once again trap you with her strong thighs, not that you would ever even dream of moving.
You felt her move your hair over your shoulder, purposefully brushing against her mark that she’d left just to see you shiver and started pressing feather light kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, occasionally teasing with her teeth. Then you felt her arms once again move in front of you and it felt as if the whole world stopped as a cool piece of leather with a perfectly soft inner lining was fastened snugly around your neck. Another kiss was placed just above the leather around your neck before your hair was moved back in place.
“Open” she breathed as you felt her chin once again rest on the top of your head to watch your reaction in the mirror.
Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of yourself, perfectly kneeled in between your wife’s thighs as she gazed at you through the mirror, her eyes such a darker shade of green than normal and filled with lust. Your eyes moved from hers to the beautiful leather collar wrapped around your throat, the shade of green matching perfectly to the lace set Wanda had picked out earlier and finished with a shiny gold ring, you could feel the matching buckle pressed perfectly into the back of your neck, the image making your mind go blank.
“Pretty obedient pets get pretty collars” she purred into your ear, tracing her nails down your back. By this point you were struggling to even hold yourself up, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you softly shook under her gaze.
Making sure you were somewhat steady Wanda stood and quickly circled to be in front of you, tilting your head up with one finger under your chin to an almost uncomfortable angle and making the collar dig deliciously into the bruise on the side of your neck.
“You ready for some real fun my pet?” She growled possessively, eyes darkening impossibly further at the whine you finally let escape and the “yes mommy” that fell from your lips.
Hooking her finger into the gold ring of your collar she pulled you up into a bruising kiss making you yelp, “I’ll let that one slide” she muttered breathlessly after pulling away from you slightly.
“Bed now.”
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achaoticeternal · 1 year
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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺
beefy!bucky barnes X teacher!reader word count: 550  (drabble) summary: christmas/holiday drabble - Bucky picks you up from school on the last day before winter break a/n: i attempted to make this little holiday drabble as gender and religion inclusive as possible. no gender, identity, or religion is specifically stated in the fic, so anyone can enjoy it! no use of y/n warnings: fluff. kids?
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The final dismissal bell rings, signaling the start of winter break for kids and teachers alike. All your students were frantically packing away all of their winter art projects and homework so that they could officially spend the next week awaiting Santa Claus or at least to spend time at home with their families.
“Alright kiddos! Have a happy holidays and I’ll see everyone when we get back from winter break. Stay warm!” You waved them all out of the classroom as you picked up your own bags to lock up your classroom for the next two weeks. 
Once you picked up all your belongings, you followed after the stragglers to redirect them to the car pick up line. It was your last carline duty and at least you got to say goodbye to all your students and their parents. Even though the winter weather was nipping at your nose, the thought of a relaxing holiday break with your fiancé, Bucky, and your cat, Alpine, kept you warm. 
“Goodbye! Goodbye!” You waved to each car as they drove off onto the snowy Brooklyn street. There were only a handful of children and vehicles left, and as the kids climbed into their parent’s car, you saw a familiar black SUV pull into the pick up line.
“It looks like Prince Charming has pulled up to whisk you away from the cold,” A colleague of yours teased. You giggled as you could see him and Alpine through the windshield of your shared vehicle. 
Once Bucky had pulled up close enough, you climbed into your carriage to be whisked away as your peers waved goodbye. As you settled in your seat and removed extra winter wear, Alpine climbed comfortably into your lap to welcome you. 
“Thanks for picking me up, Buck! I know its not ideal, but I don’t trust anything when it’s snowing this hard.”
“It’s no problem, love,” He chuckled, placing his righthand on your thigh, “I don’t think that its snowed like this or has been this cold since I was a kid.”
“Well that was a hundred years ago, give or take,” You teased him.
“Y’know,” he simply responded, before moving on, “I’m surprised your face didn’t flush or that you don’t have goose bumps! It’s well below freezing!”
“Well, I’ve got a secret weapon that keeps me from freeing solid.”
Bucky turned into the driveway of your apartment complex just outside the building and parked the SUV, “And what would that secret weapon be?”
“I’ve got my love to keep me warm,” you winked at him and pressed a kiss to Alpine’s little head. You earned a meow and another warm chuckle in response.
“Get upstairs, you cheesy goof! I’ve got hot chocolate and my favorite holiday movie waiting for us.”
“Bucky, Die Hard isn’t a holiday movie - you are the only person who thinks that it is,” he rolled his eyes, and Alpine purred against the warmth of your chest, “Even the cat agrees.”
“Sure, because the cat knows so much about movies,” His nose scrunched as the two of you stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, Bucky pressed a kiss to the temple of your head, “I’m just glad I get to have you all to myself for two weeks.”
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lucky-bucky-boy · 6 months
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a smutty night out with Bucky? Maybe a bar or movie theater
Tw: implied smut, skin marking (hickies), alcohol consumption
The bass of the music playing over the speakers vibrated the graffiti covered walls of the small bathroom, the woodsy smell of bourbon mixing with the rich piney musk of Bucky’s cologne; it was hard to tell which scent was more intoxicating. Bucky's broad figure made the small space feel even smaller, dark hair pulled back into a bun and the dim lighting making his already darkening ocean eye's seem more intense.
Bucky's metal hand held the back of your neck, keeping it angled as he begin to attack your neck, a small groan leaving his lips at the taste of your skin. His lips and teeth moved quickly, sucking and nibbling the sensitive skin and pulling whimpers from your lips. His other hand played with the hem of your shift, fingers grazing the soft skin of your hip, a quick indication of just exactly what he wanted.
"Bucky," his name fell from your lips like a pray, your hand ignoring the hair tie of yours he had in as you carded your fingers through the root of his hair, "Baby, what if people realize wh-"
"Don't care," his voice was gruff as it vibrated against your skin, "We'll be quick," he offered, only half trying to ease your surface level concern.
"We're never quick," you quipped back, "and we're loud." Your grip on his hair couldn't decide if it was pulling him closer or off.
"Fine," his voice was nearly a whine as he pulled. The whine that left your lips at the loss of his touch made him chuckle, "You sound so needy, pretty girl." He teased, "I could so easily bend you over right here, give you exactly what you need." His voice was smooth like honey, and so incredibly tempting.
"Bucky," you huffed out softly, tugging at hid hair and relishing in the small moan he gave in return as his eyes fluttered shut, "our place is a 5 minute walk. Take. Me. Home."
His eyes shot open, nearly as dark as the night sky at this point, "Gladly, doll."
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goldcoastsunset · 1 year
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The prompt "angry kisses" for Pietro maximoff please <33
au where pietro survived aou because that's how it should've been
cw; f!reader, mentions of death
Adrenaline was the only thing that you could feel as you felt the helicarrier start to leave Sokovia. You'd finished the battle and left with your life, thankfully, everyone had.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Pietro asked, having finally located you in one of the less crowded hallways. "You could've died!"
"Had I not done what I did, you would have died." You retorted, scoffing as you turned around to face him.
It had been a split second decision. Pietro was making a run for it to save Clint and the child he was protecting, you knew from the way those bullets were moving he wouldn't be able to outrun them. So, naturally, you used one of your last operational SHIELD force-field prototypes to protect him.
Of course, this posed it's own risks. Like, for example, the fact that you were barely fast enough to get up there in time to use the shield. And, another example, that it was a prototype. There was a good chance it wasn't going to work. But it did, you were lucky.
"I don't care, I made that decision-"
"And I made my own decision, Pietro. You don't get to just go and fucking die, how would your sister feel?"
"You barely even know me!"
That was true. You met very recently and had been enemies with him until he decided to stop Ultron with the rest of you. But since he'd joined the team, you'd taken him in fully. You were the newest Avenger, the 'baby Avenger' as Tony liked to put it. You could empathize with him and Wanda being new and feeling out of place because you were just in their shoes only a few months prior. In that time, you felt like there was a spark. Something that struck you when it came to Pietro, and you couldn't just let him die. You couldn't let anyone die, that's not what Avengers were supposed to do.
"So why did you save Clint then? You just met him." You responded, watching him think for a moment before speaking again. "We both made choices, but those were our choices to make. You don't get to tell me to let you die."
Pietro didn't speak, neither did you. There was a silent tension there, both of you rather angry with the other. As far as you were concerned, he was the one who put you in that position, even though you don't fault him for saving Clint.
You half expected him to storm off, but he didn't. Pietro's hands covered your cheeks as he pulled you into a kiss. It wasn't loving or gentle, it was rough and passionate. He was annoyed, just trying to resolve some tension as he kissed you like you were his lifeblood.
It wasn't hard to kiss back with the same vigor, and it didn't take long for you to feel that spark again. The same spark that you'd felt the moment you locked eyes with him.
After a moment, you felt him push you back against the wall. You withdrew, glancing around as you caught your breath. "Not here."
Pietro took account of his surroundings for the first time in a few minutes and released your face. His eyes had softened a bit, but you could tell he wasn't fully pleased either. "Don't put yourself in danger again."
"I'm an Avenger, Pietro. Danger is a part of the job description." You stated, seeing his almost sad face and sighing. "But I'll try not to do anything stupid, so long as you don't try to get yourself killed again."
"No promises." A small smirk covered his lips as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before speeding off.
Maybe you almost died but... hey! At least you almost got a make out session out of it!
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faerieroyal · 24 days
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𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !
— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 + 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
( warnings: insecurities, mentions of kind of shitty parents and past partners, one mention of food )
( note: this short was written with tom holland’s peter parker in mind, but i think it would also work for andrew garfield’s if you’d rather picture him. )
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you are not a person who is used to praise. this isn’t something you say to garner sympathy or to make people feel bad for you so they’ll compliment you, not at all - it’s just a fact. your parents have never been the kind of people to vocally express approval, usually settling for an awkwardly cleared throat and a hand squeezing your shoulder, and the few romantic partners you’d had before your current boyfriend apparently hadn’t seen the need for it either. but then, you’d realized after those relationships had ended, your partners hadn’t really seemed to appreciate anything you did for them anyway, so the fact that they weren’t big on complimenting you isn’t exactly shocking.
what is shocking, however, is what happens when you start dating one peter parker. when he’d first confessed his feelings to you and asked you out, face scarlet and stumbling over his words all the while, you hadn’t really expected much of a difference from your previous relationships. sure, peter was much sweeter and more genuine than your former partners, but at that point you’d been convinced that you just attracted people who didn’t express gratitude, so you’d assumed, with no small amount of disappointment, that this relationship would turn out to be the same.
you find very quickly that you’re in for a surprise.
peter isn’t really known for being the most eloquent guy around; everyone at school is familiar with the way he tends to trip over his words, even if he can occasionally land well-placed verbal blows on bullies or anyone who’s being an idiot. but his tendency towards stumbling over his words hasn’t stopped him from praising almost everything you do since the two of you started dating - quite the opposite, in fact. almost every time you do something for him, or, in fact, even when you just do something that could be generally considered good, he’s quick to shoot a compliment your way in that sweet, slightly awkward way you’ve come to associate with him and him only.
“oh, you didn’t have to make breakfast - thank you, though, really, it looks like it’s gonna be delicious!”
“is… is that a new outfit? i mean, it’s fine if it’s not, too, obviously, but you… you look really good in it. like, wow.”
and, you’re surprised to find, even when you mess up or you’re struggling, the praise doesn’t stop coming; in fact, it seems to increase, now combined with encouragements and forehead kisses and even offers to help with whatever you’re having trouble with, something you’re even less used to than compliments.
“i know this is really hard, but you’re doing really good, okay? i’m super proud of you, no matter what.”
“is there anything i can do to help? maybe i can’t help with the actual thing, but i can get you a snack? or, are you cold, i can get you a blanket?”
“i’m really proud of you, you know. i just… i mean, i dunno, i just thought i’d tell you.”
it’s everything you haven’t had from anyone up until this point, everything you didn’t know you wanted until you and peter got together… and you’re not entirely sure you deserve it. you know your boyfriend isn’t exactly in the habit of saying things he doesn’t mean, but it’s all just so much, all the compliments and affirmations, and while it does feel good, you’re never sure exactly how to react to it at the time, and it always makes you feel like the worst partner ever when your own attempts to return the praise are always so awkward and stilted.
you tell peter all of this, one night when the two of you are curled together in bed. you’re not entirely sure where you find the courage to voice what you’ve been thinking - maybe it’s just the effect of being in the dark, the little burst of confidence to say things you’d never have the wherewithal to say in the light of day. nevertheless, you finally voice all the negative thoughts swirling around in your head, your voice quiet and shy, but the words there all the same.
the moment you’re done, peter shifts around in bed, moving so that the two of you are facing each other, your own face cupped gently in his hands. you can’t make out every little detail of him in the dark - not that it matters, when every facet of his face has been engraved in your mind and heart for months now - but you can see the way his eyes are wide with genuine concern and affection, how his mouth is turned down in a sad little frown that you’d surely think was absolutely adorable had you not just shared your most vulnerable, insecure thoughts with him.
“babe,” peter says, his voice soft and sweet and oh so gentle. “of course you deserve compliments and encouragement and all that, you’re amazing. and i mean, everyone deserves compliments and that kind of stuff, but you deserve them more than most people, because you’re amazing and ‘cause i know you haven’t had a lot of them. and it’s okay if you can’t always give it back to me, you show your love in other ways and that’s fine. i know it’s kind of hard to believe when you’ve convinced yourself of something different, but i don’t have any problem keeping on telling you until you do believe it, and i will. okay?”
it’s not the most eloquent speech ever, but it’s honest and loving and so peter that you can’t help it, a few tears well up in your eyes. but peter sees them immediately, because of course he does, and he immediately swoops in to kiss your eyelids, pushing them away. you nestle your face into the curve of his neck, so overcome, for a moment, with all the love you feel for this awkward, adorable, wonderful boy, and in return the boy in question wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles you closer to him, knowing to give words a rest for a moment and just let you hold him and process.
he’s right, of course, as he tends to be. everything you think and feel, all the effects of being deprived of praise and encouragement for so much of your life, are going to take a while to overcome, to replace with positivity and acceptance of all the things your boyfriend thinks and says about you. but you can’t help but believe peter when he says that he’s going to keep at it, with all the boundless determination that makes him such an amazing person and hero, until you really do believe him.
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You Don’t Care If They Can Hear
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Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary || You and Bucky don’t seem to care that people can hear you fucking at a party.
Word Count || 487
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public sex, pet names (doll, babydoll, baby, baby girl), so much dirty talk, praise kink, spit kink, rough fucking, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || This is an all smut, no plot drabble. Enjoy!
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“Fuck, Bucky… Please, just put your cock in me already.”
You were such a whiny mess for your man as he had you completely naked and spread out for him in a random room at a party you were attending. He was being so cruel in not giving you what you wanted.
“Beg for it, babydoll, and then I’ll let you have what you crave so badly.”
He was teasing you—rubbing the head of his cock between your folds. Your wetness coating his entire length.
“Please fuck me. Please put your cock in me. I'm so horny and needy for you, Bucky. Just please let me feel your heavenly cock inside my tight pussy.”
“Jesus, doll, you're gonna make me come just by that filthy little mouth of yours.”
He gripped the back of your thighs hard, pulling your legs upwards to your chest so that he had a fantastic view of you as he lewdly spat on your glistening pussy—watching as it dripped down your folds.
“Please fuck me.”
Without warning, he slammed his whole cock into your tightness, making you yelp at the stinging pleasure. He started thrusting deep inside your hole, his balls slapping against you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how he was fucking you—so deep and forceful with each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so good inside me, baby. Please… please keep fucking me like that, Bucky. Don't fucking stop.”
“I'm not gonna stop, doll,” he let out between grunts.
His grunts, your soft moans and the slapping of skin could be heard bouncing against the walls of the empty room. The people outside enjoying the party could most definitely hear what you guys were doing, but none of you seemed to care—too busy getting lost in the pleasure of one another.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and wet for me.”
His eyes were entirely hypnotised by the way your breasts bounced and the sight of his length disappearing inside you.
You let out all the pretty noises Bucky loved to hear; moans, groans and soft whimpers—his cock twitching at the sound of them.
“Come for me, baby girl. Make a mess on my cock.”
You threw your head back and shut your eyes tightly as you came hard—crying in pleasure. Your pussy pulsating around his cock had him spill his delicious warm seed into you with a loud grunt. The rhythm of his hips became uneven as he fucked you both through the orgasm.
“You love having my cum inside you, don't you, baby girl?”
“Yes, Bucky, so fucking much.”
“Good girl.”
He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss. His cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy.
“I think maybe all those people outside just heard us fuck, Bucky.”
“I don't care. I'll gladly let them hear us again if that means I get to fuck you even more.”
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struggling-lexington · 2 months
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Guess the Word
The premise of this drabble stems from a game my sisters and I would play. We'd write words on each other's back and guess what sentence/word we made. I tried to write this imagine as platonic, but it could be romantic as well! It's up to interpretation. Still, we should normalize saying I love you outside of romantic relationships. Please let me know your thoughts!
“What odd Midgardian game do you have now?” asked Loki with a sigh.
You snorted. “It doesn’t involve cards if it’s any consolation.” Loki rolled their green eyes.
“Thank you for sparing me from that number related game,” said Loki dryly.
“Loki, it’s Uno,” you corrected.
The god sent you an exasperated glare. They were about to rise from the couch, presumably to leave the room entirely. You quickly accompanied them on the couch, resting your hand on their shoulder.
“This isn’t as intense as Uno, I promise.”
Loki's brow knitted with suspicion before they readjusted their position on the furniture. You internally sighed with relief. “To start, I need you to face away from me. I write letters on your back and you guess what word or sentence I’m forming," you instructed.
“If you write something vulgar, I’ll quit indulging your childish games,” they warned. 
You waved your hand dismissively. “Alright, I’ll let up.” They eyed you for a moment before turning their head away from you.
You began with the first word.
“I,” guessed Loki.
You hummed in agreement, moving on with your sentence. You paused after you finished the second word.
“Love,” said the god slowly.
You made a noise of affirmation. You finished your last word with a grin.
“You…”
You pull back from them, cheering to yourself. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you inquire gently.
Loki shook their head, their locks of raven hair hiding their face. They swiveled around, their feet planted on the floor. The god took a moment to catch their breath.
“You Midgardians have peculiar ways to express love…” murmured Loki.
You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of blush creep on their pale skin.
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rodrikstark · 2 years
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steve rogers x gn!reader (fluff)
summary: you're undercover.
warnings: brief mentions of drinking
a/n: i'll stop writing about jealous!steve when it stops being my favorite thing ever
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“do you have to look at him like that?”
“oh my god," you exclaim—all feigned enthusiasm meant to flatter the target. tilting your head, you wonder if there's a way to press the mute button on your earpiece discreetly enough. “i’ve never been there, what’s it like?”
“what? sweetheart, we were there last month.”
wherever steve sits, monitoring this operation from afar, your sudden burst of laughter probably irks him.
the truth is, you didn't hear the response from the man in front of you; steve's hasty interjection drowned it out. it’s the urgency of his reminder, the childish call for your attention, that amuses you.
you want to tell him: you remember last month just fine.
it was your first real trip. not for work—no mission protocols weighing down your luggage or agents blowing up your phone. and not the kind of weekend-only jaunt where the driving alone eats up eight of your precious hours together. 
it was all sea salt breezes, the polar opposite to new york at this time of year. every sweet treat you spooned into steve’s sunny smile contained at least one tropical fruit, and you’re still finding sand in your shoes.
it was your first anniversary.
your thumb tucks into your palm, itching at your temporarily empty finger.
thankfully, the guy seems charmed, despite your ignorance to whatever he just said. “excuse me.” you stand and straighten your clothes. “i have to use the restroom.”
he nods. “want a drink? on me."
“you pick.” a flirty nudge of your hip earns you a grin.
once you’ve rounded the corner, you pretend to answer your phone. "rogers.”
“sweetheart,” he returns, all drawn out.
of course he would be so lax about this, jeopardizing your performance, your work. “do you want the location of this chitauri weapons operation or not?"
"i’m only—”
“yes or no?”
steve sighs, a gust of wind in your ear.
"good," you mutter, "so you're gonna shut up, and let me stroke this guy's ego until he gives me what we need, or i'm gonna mute your ass."
he sounds a little sad. "don't say it like that."
a moment of confusion. "what?"
"i don't want you stroking this guy's anything, okay?"
you don't know if you're out of steve's sight by now, or if he can see you smile. "you're such an asshole."
even with the tinny audio, steve's laughter still sounds warm. “i love you too.”
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I could teach you things
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Summary: I love every mommy!wanda fic I see so I wanted to give it a proper go, so here she is,
Wanda takes a liking to the boys new babysitter and she intends to finally make you hers despite your many protests
Words: 2K
Warnings: 18+! minors DNI!, swearing, mentions of smut no actual smut, dark!wanda, manipulation and coercion kinda
A/N: this isn’t proofread because I did it in like 4 hours, but I hope it’s good :)
Wanda was quiet as she watched you move through the kitchen "are you okay Y/n?" She asked and you jumped away from the cabinet "sorry! I didn't see you there Miss Maximoff"
"It's okay honey I'm sorry I startled you, what are you looking for?" she moved closer to where you stood making you nervous, this woman always managed to make you nervous and you'd only known her a few months since you started working as her babysitter "I er I'm just looking for some snacks for the boys, they've finished their dinner"
Wanda hummed looking at your flushed expression and smiling "there's some chocolate in the cupboard next to you, how about you give the boys the chocolate and meet me in the front room" it wasn't a request and you knew it so you quickly nodded and took the boys their treats promising to return
When you came back to the front room Wanda was sat relaxed on the couch with 2 glasses of wine "oh Miss Maximoff I don't really drink..." you sheepishly sat down next to her and she just smiled "it's okay honey you don't have to drink it all at once, little sips make the wine taste so much better" passing the glass to you she let your fingers touch and you felt electric pulling back just as quick as she touched you.
"Do I make you nervous?" The question was so innocent and yet the smirk on Wanda's face told you she was anything other than innocent in asking her question
“N-no Miss Maximoff I just, I just think I need to be going, I think my mom will be wondering where I am" you took a nervous sip of your wine immediately making a face of distaste making the ginger laugh
“Oh love I'm sure your mom won't mind you staying out past your bedtime, you are a big girl aren't you?"
You laughed "of course, but she worries if I don't at least let her know where I am" you pulled your phone from your pocket but Wanda quickly took it from you "let me tell her sweetheart, what's your passcode?"
You've never told anyone your passcode, it's not like you have anything to hide but it just felt weird to give it to someone, especially someone so close to your mom but it was Wanda so
"It's 137823" you whispered and Wanda smiled "thank you princess" opening your phone she sent a text to your mom that she didn't let you see but you didn't question it when she put your phone on the table looking back at you "are you still dating Carol?" Her voice was sharp and it made you jump "no, no we broke up, she wanted to..." your voice trailed off and Wanda moved closer to you placing a hand on your knee
"Go on honey" she encouraged you and so you did "she wanted to have sex and I didn't, I just don't feel ready"
"Oh honey I'm sorry about that" she inched her hand a little up your leg rubbing small circles, fortunately for her you failed to notice "never feel pressured to do anything you're not ready for, but I do want to ask, have you ever done anything" she stopped for moment "sexual?"
You felt the blush cover your entire face and tried moving away from the woman but instead she gripped your thigh keeping you still, that's when you noticed how high her hand really was "shh its okay Y/n, women have these kinds of chats that's nothing wrong with it"
You nodded, Wanda wouldn't lie to you, would she? No of course not "well I tried touching myself but I felt odd so I stopped" Wanda's interest was piqued so she pressed on "did you feel tingly?
You shrugged "a little, then it got more intense and I thought I had to pee so I just stopped, I've never really tired again" Wanda listened intently and when you looked down she lifted your chin up smiling at you "don't be embarrassed malyshka you just need someone to teach you, it's all about communication"
What was she offering? You were sure she was offering something but you couldn't think of it "oh I guess so but what girl wants to spend their time teaching me things like a child"
Wanda kept a hold of your chin softly stroking you with her thumb "you need an older woman to teach you" she moved her face close to your own whispering in your ear "I could teach you" your eyes widened and you jumped away from her and off of the couch "Miss Maximoff I don't think that's appropriate! You felt bad for shouting but she what she was offering was definitely inappropriate, how was it not?
Wanda wasn't fazed, in fact she smirked "why do you think it's inappropriate honey?" You shook your head "are you serious?! You're like 12 years older than me!"
"Actually it's 10 years but I'll forgive since you seem to be a little upset" setting her wine glass down she stood and you instantly shrunk under he gaze "such a sweet little girl who needs someone to help her, let me"
"No, no Miss Maximoff this is wrong, I think I should go home now" you went to turn for the door but Wanda snatched your hand pulling you into her, you facing away and her face in your neck "are you sure?"
Her lips descended onto your neck in opened mouth kisses making you groan unintentionally which made her smile and lift from your neck "I know you have a mom but I think what you really need is a mommy"
Just as you tried pulling away from Wanda again the boys ran into the room but Wanda still refused to let you go "hey boys everything okay?" Tommy looked between you two "what are you doing?”
You looked at Wanda wondering what she’d do but she gave you a nose kiss looking back to her sons “boys, Y/n is going to be around a lot more from now on, isn’t that exciting?” Their faces lit up when Wanda said that ignoring the way you tried squirming away from their mother’s harsh grip
“That’s so cool! That means we can stay up late playing video games!” Billy and Tommy high fived running back out of the room clearly forgetting what they ran in for in the first place
Finally Wanda let you go and you nearly fell foreword but managed to keep yourself upright making her laugh “well the boys are very excited for you to stay around-“
“No! No this isn’t happening, I’m sorry Wanda I have to put my foot down and say I won’t be babysitting the boys anymore if you continue to be like this” your awkward assertiveness had Wanda raising her eyebrow and tilting her head to the side getting angry “oh really? I think you need to watch how you speak to me shlyukha”
You didn’t know many words that Wanda said but that word you knew since her ex husband used to call it her when he was still around “I’m not a whore Wanda”
“You’re right, to be a whore you need to be having sex, something your clueless little mind doesn’t know anything about” she spun around and picked up your phone from the table “oh look, your mom has text back”
Your throat closed up, forgetting that Wanda sent your mom a text, and after this whole situation you were scared of what it was “what did you say? Wanda smirked “I told her you wanted to stay with me and that I was your mommy now”
“You fucking didn’t!” A slap landed across your face shocking you and holding your soon to be bruised cheek
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that again or the next slap you get will be a lot harsher on a very different part of your body” her voice was hushed as not to scare the boys who she hoped didn’t hear your silly outburst before.
You nodded falling back against the wall and sliding down it keeping your eyes on the woman who’s face softened seeing you scared “oh malen'kiy I’m sorry but you forced my hand, when you misbehave mommy has to punish you”
You didn’t say anything, you just kept your eyes to the floor so you didn’t see Wanda stood above you and she was now stroking your hair get you refused to look up at her “are you okay?”
You shook your head no “why me?” Your voice was a whisper and Wanda knelt down to you “because I see you’ve just been begging for someone to take care of you, you spend day after day trying to please other people while they do nothing for you, the way Carol treated you only for her to break up with you because you wouldn’t fuck her”
You felt wet tears fall from your eyes knowing she was right, you were too much of a people pleaser, and you never got any appreciation back, Wanda carried on seeing your tears
“I want to be the one that pleases you, I want to spoil you with everything you deserve” she pulled your reluctant self into a hug “I want to be the one who touches your body first, I want it bruised by my fingers and I want your moans to be heard by me and me alone” your tears were heavier now but not with sadness you didn’t think, you did really want someone to look after you, but Wanda was going about it in a harsh and manipulative manner.
“You belong here with me, your mother doesn’t car-” your phone lit up again and it caught Wanda’s eye so she handed you your phone back, a little annoyed it interrupted her “read what she has to say” through teary eyes you read the screen
Y/n: Your daughter is mine now ;)
*Several missed calls from mom*
Mom: Y/n? Answer the phone please! I know you’re still at Wandas but please don’t let her do anything!
Mom: She’s off her meds I’m sure of it! Her husband left her for a reason!
The phone was snatched away from you and you realised you were reading aloud which Wanda didn’t like “your mother, along with everyone else in this damn neighbourhood, thinks my husband left because of me and my issues, well what actually happened was, he was fucking his secretary, but that didn’t make him leave no, what made he leave was when he found me fucking her over his desk showing her which maximoff she should’ve chosen”
She dragged you to your feet by your hair dragging you through the house into a room you hadn’t been in before, she closed the door and let you go, you rubbed where she had her grip on you and looked around the room realising this was Vision’s office and your eyes landed on the desk, empty from where he’d cleaned it out when he left
“Are you thinking about it princess? Thinking about me naked with a strap on nestled deep in another woman yanking her hair back so I could spit into her mouth and make her swallow it like the dirty whore she is, my fingers leaving dark purple bruises over her ass as she fu-“
“Enough!” You shouted, you’d had enough, you were sick of her going from one extreme to the other “why don’t you go and get her then?! Go and get that woman you fucked in this very room, I’m sure she’d want to be abused by you again!”
Wanda smiled, like she didn’t just hear you tell her to go and abuse someone “but then who would look after my little girl? You need to stay with me at all times from now on”
You just laughed at her “I don’t have to do any of the shit you say I’m going home right now” you barged past her out of the office and down the stairs finally leaving but was stopped by a soft voice “y/n?” It was Billy, you turned around smiling at the young boy hoping he didn’t see more tears welling up in your eyes “what’s up little man?”
“Aren’t you gonna stay and help us with our Lego set? Mom said you’d stay” He looked sad that you were gonna leave him and it broke your heart “no Billy no I’m staying of course I am…I” you sighed seeing Wanda saunter down the stairs giving you a neutral expression “there’s no ice cream in the house and we can’t build Lego sets without ice cream sandwiches can we?”
You heard Tommy run into the room hearing the word ice cream “we’re getting ice cream?! Hell yeah!”
“Tommy! No bad language” Wanda finally spoke scaring you more than her son who apologised immediately “sorry mom but ice cream is the best”
“Curb your excitement boys, Y/n and I will get the ice cream, I’ll get Agatha to come and watch you okay?” You had no time to say anything before Wanda dragged you out of the house and forced you into her car putting your seatbelt on so you couldn’t get out “I don’t want my princess escaping now do I?” You refused to look at her, if you were forced to stay with her you’d make it a living hell for her
“It’s okay my love I know you’ll be a good girl for me sooner or later, even if I have to break that fighting spirit of yours”.
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angelltheninth · 10 months
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Hii i was wondering if u do marvel rqs? If u do cld u please do miguel o'hara x reader smut where miguel ask reader to sit on his face 👀 been thinking abt this too muchh
I do Marvel rqs absolutely. Miguel has taken over my brain too.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, praise, thigh squishing, clit stimulstion, biting, Miguel has fangs
A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting lately, turns out that a vacation actually takes a lot out of me.
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"Hold up sweetheart, let me do a bit of work here." Miguel pushed your head away from his dick, the big, purple-red head conected by a heavy string of white cum. "You've been too good for me lately, I should really take care of that pussy."
You laughed low against his cock, leaving kisses down to his balls. His cock twitched at the attention it was being lavished in, "Don't you always? You know I'd ask if I wanted more." Luckily Miguel always leaves you fully happy after your love making that you didn't need to ask for much in the past few years.
A few experiments here and there sure, maybe a few backbreaking positions but nothing too crazy.
"You don't have to ask, I'm doing the asking. I want you to sit in my face, I want to taste you tonight, not on my fingers but straight from your sweet cunt." Your body pulsed hot from the promise of his skilled tongue. "You like that, come here sit on my face."
Not wanting to leave his cock without a parting gift so on your way up you planted kisses along the length, rubbing your spred folds along it and his abs on your way up.
Miguel, as much as he enjoyed it, pulled you along, "Told you, it's my turn to take care of you. You're so pretty and needy already." He wasted no time pushing his tonge through your folds up to your clit, his mouth wrapping around it immedietly. His hands grabbed your thighs to keep you still on top of him.
He made use of his tongue too, tongue pushing inside of your pusling hole, clenshing tight around his muscle, flicking it up along your gummy walls.
"Can I mark you? You marked my cock pretty well with your lips, I need to return the favor." You nodded vigorosly, hands smoothing his hair off his wet forehead so you could see the near feral look in his eyes as his fangs brushed against your pussy. "Thank you, so good for me, tasting so sweet on my lips."
His hum traveled to your clit, his warm breath teasing as his fangs pressed tiny bites so close to your folds that they brushed against one another. Your hips bucked against him subconciously, your heart racing in your chest as the sensation of Miguel's tongue brushing over your clit keeps building.
"Already? You can take a bit more can't you? For me?" He gave a long, slow lick from your hole to the top, "My good girl. Doing very well tonight." The praise made your head swim with pleasure.
"Can you stick your tongue out for me? I wanna- ah!" As soon as you let your words out his tongue was ready for you, the tip flicking your clit as you rode his face, his hands pushing you so close you could feel every warm breath and hitch until you let yourself orgasm all over his smiling face.
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If Without You
part one | part two
bucky barnes x fem!reader
"After opting to resettle in Delacroix, Louisiana; Bucky Barnes finally found the peace he yearned for. Though, when a friend of the Wilson's past successfully inconveniences him with the butterfly-in-the-stomach thing, he doesn't know if he could possibly complain."
[3.6k] | fluff fluff fluff, bucky's got a crush and he doesn't know how to deal with it, savage sam, the happiness and peace bucky barnes deserves, kissing!! ill do a part 2 just because happy bucky makes me wanna slide down the wall while weeping
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
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Bucky Barnes yearned for a lot of things. He yearned for the sanity he had back in the forties, the connection he had with Steve, the way ladies swarmed around him before he was deployed to Europe, or the small fraction of peace Wakanda offered him…
But one thing he missed the most was to… feel things freely. Be the good old Bucky for once; be a man, a human being- not a vicious cycle of a man who doesn't allow himself to be happy like he should. Hell, Sam Wilson could talk his ears off about how he should treat himself with the same amount of respect he treats others, but it just wasn't that easy of a habit to change.
Not that he was unhappy with how things were going at that very moment, relocating to Louisiana -or 'following Sam around like a lost puppy', Sam's words, not his- was easily one of the best choices he made. The nightmares continued for the most part, but he felt like The Winter Soldier was buried deep enough to never resurface again. And the relief of being sure of that, how wonderful of a riddance finally making amends was; for once in his life, Bucky was sure Steve would be proud of him.
He helped out with the family business mostly, starting to get his way around a boat even though Sam didn't nearly trust him with that machine enough to let him go on a ride by himself. Not that Bucky minded anymore, having Sam by his side wasn't as bad as he made it out to be for the past months and, sure, it's hard to accept, but he felt himself growing closer to the man by each passing day.
They'd share sunsets together. A bottle of beer tucked tight in their palms, quiet waves lightly swaying the boat beneath their feet as the remnants of the sun shined through the water. The chit-chat was repetitive but never boring, and if Bucky wasn't ashamed to do so, he could probably admit that it felt good to talk to somebody.
He spent a lifetime not even sparing a word to anyone.
"... And like, the texture of it was so off that it felt like I was wearing a condom or something," Sam rambled on, stiff leaves crunchy under their feet as the duo walked through the path to the Wilson residence. "Really missing the good old days where fabric was taken seriously."
"You're the only person who's taking fabric seriously." Bucky commented, earning a scoff with a smile hidden under. "Better safe than sorry. I'm not opposed to condoms."
"Chill out, Mr. Sex Education, I'm not opposed to them either. I just don't want my t-shirts to feel like them." reaching for the front door to push it open, Sam allowed Bucky to enter first, shutting the door behind them. His attention was snatched away from their insightful conversation as he knitted his brows a little, following the sound of the light chatter in the kitchen with Bucky close behind.
"Hey th- Holy shit." he muttered out, glancing between his sister and someone he hasn't seen in a long, long time with his lips parted. "Am I crazy or is that Y/N?"
"In the flesh," your laugh felt as if it lit up the entire household with a deep ember gleam as Sarah joined along, your arms immediately wrapping around Sam's shoulders in a tight hug. "Missed you, buddy."
Bucky shot a glance at the others and then at Sarah. She must have noticed the curiosity in his eyes as she moved a little closer and mumbled, leaning against the counter between them. "Childhood best friends," she chuckled softly, watching you and Sam seemingly catching up as quickly as you could. "Haven't seen her since highschool."
You noticed Bucky's presence then. You knew him, obviously, you weren't all that disconnected from the world- yet he seemed much less intimidating when he was smiling at you, one hand going up to offer you a small wave. He was understandably built, shiny metal bicep peeking through the short arm of his blue shirt, two dog tags dangling down from his neck and shining along with his incredibly beautiful- alright, pretty- okay, that's not a good sign- his incredibly mesmerizing eyes. Yeah, that works.
You reached in almost immediately to shake his hand, a grin on your lips as he didn't immediately let go. "Y/N."
"Bucky." he replied, earning a nod from you before you looked at Sam again, pointing towards the pot of tea Sarah brewed for you earlier. "Tea, you guys?"
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It's either you were a comedian, or Bucky really needed a good laugh recently because God, his cheeks started to hurt from how much fun he was having with that shared conversation. As the Wilson's and you reminisced about the good old days -mostly with a shit ton of funny stories sprinkled in between-, you told everyone about how your life had been since you left the city.
"I missed it here, to be honest." your slight hum pulled an 'aww' out of Sarah. "I went to see my father's doctor a few weeks after the funeral to thank him, you know, for his efforts. He told me that, um, my dad talked about this place so fondly and I just realized, you know. Realized that if there's peace in this world, it's here."
Bucky nodded slightly at that.
"I mean, I'll still work remotely but I don't think I'll go back to the city. The past year- it was just me, practically living in the hospital." Sam's hand found yours as he gave it a slight squeeze, his signature smile causing relief to surge through your veins.
"L/N residence kind of needs some TLC since the last time anyone's been there but we'll help out, alright?" he offered, pulling a grateful smile out of you as you sighed and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "This guy over here is good at lifting things, you should make use of him."
"I'm a human being, not a cyborg-" as Bucky was about to complain, your slight laugh cut him off, reducing his reaction to a shrug. "Alright, sure. Lifting things, here I go."
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'Some TLC' was an understatement.
With Louisiana's humid summers and freezing winters, any Delacroix resident in their right minds would routinely give their houses a check. But you haven't been here for so long; asking for your dad to move in with you after your mom passed away was the correct thing to do, and obviously, the lack of care in the house for the past years definitely showed.
Bucky wanted to see the house when you announced that it's late and you had a lot of things to do at home anyway, offering to come with you just in case there was anything urgent to do. You didn't think much of it before agreeing, as you let him drive with you all the way over to your house- approximately the same size as Sarah's, but absolutely lacked TLC.
"Home sweet home," you mumbled through the breeze of the night, hands in your pockets before you pulled your keys out and let him in, hitting the light switch for the room to brighten up. The house seemed so cosy despite the old furniture and the crumbling layer of paint on the walls which definitely needed a varnish, there were a few spiderwebs here and there and obviously, a good amount of dust, but hey, he'd kill to live somewhere like this instead of the annex cabin Sam prepared for him. "It's not that bad, just some paintwork and I gotta fix a few things."
"Yeah, not as bad as Sam made it sound like," he hummed, earning a soft chuckle from you as you walked towards the kitchen area. "I hope you like coffee." you hummed, but as soon as you opened the cupboard door, you were met with the sight of yet another cellar spider so you shut it back immediately. "I hope you like spider flavored coffee."
It was his turn to laugh as he walked towards you, slightly hovering over you before opening the cabinet again, totally ignoring the spider crawling there as he reached for the coffee jar. "Spiders are a good sign," he spoke softly, helping you with the mugs too before you edged away towards the sink to give them a good wash. "At least you won't have to deal with other insects. Spiders eat 'em."
"Yeah, but I don't exactly wanna be roommates with them." you shook your head, cold water against your hands as you scrubbed away the mugs. "I mean, would my thoughts change if they decided to pay rent, sure, but-" his laugh cut you off again, successfully placing a smile on your lips as you started to make coffee for the both of you.
"That's rich." he commented, leaning against the countertop as he watched you maneuver through the kitchen. "I hope this doesn't come off weird but, um, I'm actually kinda glad you came. The age average is quite high here, so.."
"I'm pretty sure you're single handedly bringing that number up," you playfully teased, Bucky's scoff making you laugh and God, you felt like you haven't smiled so much in just a couple of hours ever since you left here.
"Oh, so that's how it is? Ageism much?"
"Call it whatever," you shrugged, finally handing him his own cup of coffee as you held yours, leaning against the island counter right in front of the one he was currently against. "I was actually kind of worried that I wouldn't find anyone to talk to here, except for the Wilson's, obviously. For the first time in a long time I feel at home, and I think I'm glad you're a part of it, too."
His smile was tender as he averted his gaze from you a little bit, shrugging before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a small sip. "To be fair, I feel the same way. I feel at home."
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Bucky was easily the most selfless man on the planet, you thought.
He was quite adamant about helping you out with the rest of the housework, even coming with you all the way to the city center to pick up everything that you needed. Thank goodness that your father was smart enough to invest in a Dodge pickup truck, you were able to get everything in one go.
"Let's just get this over with," you sighed, carrying the bucket of paint over to the living room as Bucky followed suit with the paint rollers and the smaller brushes to get the edges. "Anything to get this process done quicker."
He laid out the paint tray on the floor before crouching by the bucket, opening it swiftly before pouring some over to the tray. "Sure thing. It won't take long anyway, don't worry."
"Would you mind if I put on some music?" you asked, happily pulling your phone out when he shook his head to both sides with a quiet 'nah'. "Anything specific you want?"
"I like 40's music, so.." he trailed off for a moment, chuckling to himself before removing the tape cover of the paint roller, slowly dipping it on the paint before rolling it a few times on the protruding side of the tray. "Just put on the ones you like. It's about time I listen to some newer stuff."
"Alrighty," your hum filled his ears, and he momentarily looked away from the paint to look at you. Feeling his gaze, your eyes met his, but he averted his gaze to finally start painting the wall instead. Deciding to go with your favorite, you hit the shuffle button, setting your phone down on the couch before grabbing your own roller and doing the same.
It was a mortifying realization as you glanced at him from time to time, but his concentrated face made you feel lucky to be able to witness such a sight. His brows were slightly knitted, lips pursed into probably the most soft-looking frown someone like him could muster. Someone who went through decades of pain. Slight stubble made his entire face look even more chiseled than it originally was, and God, you wanted to feel it against your fingertips.
Now that you thought of it, you wanted to feel him against you.
Not in a sexual way, I mean, sure, why not, but mostly in a way where you could take in his warmth. Let him shelter you from anything that could come your way. Even the metal arm, you wanted it wrapped around you, tugging you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to those 40's songs that he seemed to never shut up about.
Clearing your throat, you didn't let your mind wander any further. Focusing on the task at hand, you completely missed the way his lips slightly tugged upward in a smile as he got lost in thoughts of you. About how he wanted to shelter you from anything that could come your way. Wrap his arms around you, tug you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to the songs he missed listening to so much.
If only it came easy to tell you about it all.
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"Ask. Her. Out."
"What?" Bucky's I'll-kill-you scowl was enough to scare an entire army away, but not Sam. Sam knew him like the back of his hand and judging by the way he was acting around you, asking you out proved itself to be mandatory. "Who?"
"I'm going to ignore that last word," shaking his head to both sides, Sam leaned back on his seat, gentle swaying of the boat lulling him into losing the last remaining pieces of filter he had. "Y/N. You're basically living by her ass, either stop being creepily attentive or ask her out."
"I'm not being creepy. Just helping out." Bucky grumbled under his breath, arms folded against his chest as he kept watching the stranger boats swimming through the lake. "She's not complaining."
"Yeah, because I bet your ass that she's expecting you to ask her out too, man," Sam's exhausted sigh caused Bucky to roll his eyes. "C'mon, she's nicer than anyone else you could've considered. What's there to lose?"
"What if she says no?"
"Why the fuck would she say no? Have you seen yourself, Bucky?"
"Are you hitting on me?"
"Alright, for fuck's sake," getting right back up on his feet, Sam walked towards the rudder inside, figuring it's time to get back -totally not because Bucky's paranoia was driving him crazy-. "Most of the shit she did for the house wouldn't take that long to finish. Unless you two are incredibly slow idiots, she was dragging it out too."
That kind of made sense to Bucky, sending his stomach into a slight turmoil as he faced the other side of the boat- just so Sam wouldn't see the excitement on his face. "Stop being ridiculous, she wants to get it done as soon as possible."
"But you two won't have an excuse to see each other as much as you do now, once it's all finished." Sam pointed out matter-of-factly, the grin of victory apparent on his lips when he couldn't hear any protest from the other. "How tragic."
"Fine. Just edge in, I'll go talk to her."
But he didn't even know what to say. Where to begin, how to even come close to explaining how he was feeling. Even he wasn't sure how one would describe it. But Sam's words- they planted hopes waiting to bloom with all their glory on his chest. Of course. You were dragging it out.
How you'd offer him to watch a movie with you instead of putting together that cabinet you bought because "It's considered slavery if I let you work any longer!", or when you'd pull over by a coffee shop to share a plate of tres leches because "I bet they didn't make it as good in the 40's."
How you'd stare at him all grateful when you thought he wouldn't notice. How you never seemed to notice when he did the same.
At a normal rate, the two of you could've finished everything up a week ago. So, you didn't want to let go of the only excuse you had for seeing him as often, and he really had no idea what to make of it.
"So! What did you want to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?" your playful figure sat cross-legged on the sofa, and although you felt like you were doing a good job at hiding it, Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off of you.
Half-an-hour walk wasn't nearly enough to plan for what he needed to say, he secretly prayed that you could pull the words out of his soul magically by staring at him instead.
"I, um," off to a wonderful start, Bucky couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly unable to move an inch from where he was seated across from you. "Didn't- not really. Just wanted to spend some time with you, you know?"
"We've been spending a lot of time together," you mumbled out, fingers fidgeting with the end of your band t-shirt which was probably a size or two bigger than you. He couldn't believe how effortlessly breathtaking you looked at that moment.
"Yeah, but without excuses this time. I don't want TLC to be our reason to get toge- um, to hang out."
"Okay!" you chirped out, slowly getting up from where you were seated with a huff. "What does my resident super soldier want to do, then?"
He couldn't help but smile at that. "I wanna know everything that you like."
"Can't exactly tell you all about yourself, Sergeant."
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As it turns out, Bucky was a wonderful listener.
Not even missing a word, he sat by you, a glass of half-drunk wine on the coffee table as he listened to you tell him stories of your childhood, the ones that you held close to your heart. In exchange, he told you all about his- about how he met Steve Rogers and how he was quite the ladies man back then -and you weren't surprised to hear that at all-, about the dances he'd drag all of his friends to. At one point, given the courage alcohol brought, you asked him to teach you how to dance- the way they did it in the forties. Thankfully, you were able to find some songs from those times, even Bucky's favorites as he carefully held your hand, chuckling along with you as his arms gently wrapped around your waist to keep you close.
"Bucky," you laughed out, bracing yourself against his chest as you looked down at your feet. "I'm so bad at this."
He just shook his head at you, a gentle smile painting his lips before pulling you even closer, just to guide you through it. "You're better than you give yourself credit for," his whisper brought a sigh out of you as you looked up at him, arms now wrapped around his neck with your love-sick gaze trailing through his face.
He looked so happy. So smitten- and it warmed your heart beyond anything you ever experienced before.
"Still not exactly the dance partner you would've wished for, huh?" your tone was softer than ever, quiet, as if anybody else would hear if you spoke any louder. He shook his head rather immediately before reaching in to lean his forehead against yours, eyes closed, heart in bliss.
"My imagination couldn't even come close."
It was either his incredible body warmth or the proximity which had your entire physique feeling as if it was on fire, and the way his soft breath hit against your face with each step he guided you through didn't do anything to help. You melted into it- enjoying the way he was quite obviously savoring the moment, engraving it deep in his mind to never forget how it felt to hold you close like this, with music from his time filling his heart with so much familiarity.
He knew for sure then, that you were his home. And you couldn't say that you felt any different.
It was as if your body went on auto-pilot when you pulled away a bit, only to reach back in but this time, in a way where your lips would meet his. He was naturally taken aback at first, body tensing for a split moment before stopping the movement of his feet altogether, one hand going up to rest against your cheek as you kissed him. You were gentle and he was chivalrous, a wonderful rendezvous of the feelings you two harbored for one another. Not even caring for oxygen, you kissed him through the loneliness of the past seventy years, feeling his walls crumble under the soft mewls you let out, before he pulled away to catch his breath.
"You beat me to it," he whispered out, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you still kept him close.
"Yeah, sure, Mr. Ladies Man," your taunting tone brought him back to reality as he laughed along with you. "You were too scared to do it anyhow."
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i will literslly give u money to write more for shuri. also slightly blushing at indirectly being called dear it’s fine
i’m so glad people are enjoying the shuri content! i’m obsessed with her tbh. and mwah mwah ily my dear thank you for reading <3!
pairing: shuri x fem! reader
contains: established relationships, fluff, cuddling on the couch
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when you collapse into shuri while she’s watching Tv, she grunts softly from the startle, but lets you get comfortable on her chest, regardless. it’s the soft hours past midnight— the moon is an everfixed mark through the window, demure on the cusp of her brow, the high cut of her cheekbones. neither of you will succumb to sleep until the sun rolls in and your eyes have begun to sting. with her duty as princess, there are few moments that you may take advantage of, after all— so if you would like to stay up with your girlfriend until your skull begins to squeeze, so be it. you let your head loll underneath her chin, and she scrapes your hair out of your face so that you can see velma loose her glasses on the screen.
“she really should consider investing in contacts,” there’s a yawn blooming in the back of your throat that gets partially muffled by shuri’s shirt— missy elliot is currently pressed half way into your cheek. “i get it’s a gag, but think about how much more useful she could be if she didn’t spend half her screen time looking for those stupid things.”
shuri huffs a laugh, and you feel it rumble in her chest, deep like thunder. it shakes her like the bough of a willow tree. “but then, i wouldn’t get to listen to you complain about it all the time,” a sentiment she punctuates with a kiss to the top of your head.
you preen into it, sighing all the breath out of your lungs at the earnest affection. the blue light of the screen sails around the room, paints everything in a nostalgic kind of hue. “i do not always complain,” there is no defence in your tone as you say it, curling your fingers into the hand shuri has outstretched to the carpet, idly scratching the skin there with your nails.
“of course not,” she says, coy and teasing. you curl your leg with hers, and she allows her free hand to settle on the back of your thigh, “you’re too much of a good girl to whine.”
the sound of her words makes the tips of your ears warm. with the pad of your finger her you poke her in the ribs, and she makes a sound that is something like a laugh.
you’re on call in chicago, and the hotel room you’re staying in is so vastly large you think you could get lost in it. dating a princess often has its perks, you think idly. through the windows, the city lights look almost as pretty as wakandan stars, white and strung so high no mountain could ever reach them.
“you’re such a tease,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed. the moon watches you in amusement.
“but you love me anyway.”
shuri smooths her palm down the small of your back. and she’s right, as she always is.
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make-me-imagine · 11 months
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Thinking of You
Prompt/Plot: “Receiving flowers but you don't know who they are from.“
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gn!Reader
Requested By: Anonymous (left over from Valentines Day)
Words: 552
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To say you had been stressed was an understatement. Every day brought new problems that you had to solve.
Walking towards your office, you ran through all the things you had to do today. Other SHIELD agents walked briskly down the hall, everyone with their own jobs and own problems.
Opening your office door, you stopped mid-step as you spotted a bouquet of flowers on your desk.
You blinked a few times as you walked over to your desk, eyes not leaving the flowers. Setting your bag down, you picked the bouquet up and turned it around in your hands.
Grabbing the card you read the printed text.
'I hope this brightens your day.'
Turning the card over, you noticed no name was left, and your chest swelled with curiosity. Was it really for you? And from who?
Smelling the flowers, you found a smile spreading across your face as your heart fluttered in your chest. Looking out into the hall, you left your office and walked across to the assistant desk.
"Taylor, did you see who left these in my office?"
Looking up, the assistant eyed the flowers with a curios gaze before shaking their head "I didn't see anyone come in with them, or go into your office."
You hummed softly, curiosity rising. Going back into your office, you took a few moments to put the flowers in a vase on your desk. The stressful thoughts of your busy morning leaving, if only for a short time.
As you got on with your day, you worked thoroughly and quietly. Every once and a while your eyes rose up to the flowers perched on the desk. Each time, your heart fluttered, as you wondered who left them for you.
Hearing your phone buzz, you flipped it over, seeing a message from Steve. Your heart fluttered again as your ears burned a little hotter as you read the message.
'Did you like your flowers?'
'You left them?'
'Yes.'
'They're beautiful. Thank you Steve. But, what are they for?'
'I was thinking of you, and how stressed you've been, and I thought it might brighten your day, just a little.'
'More than a little. Thank you.'
As you pressed send, you looked back at the flowers. Steve had been thinking of you? That alone caused your heart to pound heavily in your chest.
Letting out a deep breath, you told yourself to think nothing of it. He was your friend, and he was kind, that was all.
Looking down at your phone as another message came through, your breath caught in your throat.
'I was also hoping you might be free for dinner tonight?'
'I'm free. Is something going on?'
You told yourself not to think too much of it, yet.
'No, I just wanted to see you, it's been a while since we've been able to spend some time together'
You couldn't help but focus on what was being said in between the lines. He wanted to see you, maybe there really was more to it.
'Sounds great to me.'
'Good.'
You found yourself smiling brightly as you sat at your desk, wondering just what he really wanted to say to you. The flowers, and now dinner. Maybe it wasn't so bad to hope there was something else going on.
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