#marvel fanfic rec

[iamsherlocked1479]

Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds. 

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust. 

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good. 

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his. 

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in. 

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?” 

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

#benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #spotify #dr strange x you #doctor strange #doctor strange sorcerer supreme #doctor strange x female reader #marvel fanfic rec #marvel smut #dr strange smut #doctor strange smut #sinister stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #happy new year #goodbye 2023 #gmmtv 2024 #new years party #Spotify

[vypresuh]

stupor | bb

summary: After a long night of drinking, you wake up in your apartment building with a hangover and a surprising new bed buddy.

pairings: best friend!bucky x fem!reader

tags: fluffy fluff fluffers 𐑺

[READ PART 2 HERE!!!!]

author's note: hi it's been so long! i'm sorry for my absence things have gotten so crazy in my life, but i really want to try and get back into the swing of things here and do what i love again, so i wanted to start with something quick but cute all around! enjoy <33

word count : 727

A storm began to brew outside. Droplets of rain fell in pattern against the windows— pelting the sides of the building harshly and awoke you from your slumber. You were not granted the pleasure of waking up easily as your brain suddenly began to throb harshly against your skull. You sat up onto your side, wincing from the pain before pressing your hand on to the side of your head with the hope of lessening the damage, but to no avail. You surrendered back to the comfort the bed provided you and rested your head on the pillow, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

It was so quiet here. So peaceful. As bad as the storm outside was getting, it still brought you some comfort, almost being solely responsible for your drifting back into unconsciousness. You shut your eyes, and grasped onto the warm blanket that was thrown overtop of your body, lifting the hefty fabric to reach your midsection.

While your hand still clutched onto the blanket, realisation hit you at that moment. The blanket had no softness to it. It wasn't plushy nor was it fully covering you at all. You glanced down and noticed that the blanket wasn't a blanket at all, but a human arm draped across you. A shiver traveling up your spine and cleansing you of your headache almost instantly with the thought of what could have happened. There’s somebody in your bed… sleeping with you… in your bed. Shit.. Could you have been that drunk to bring somebody home with you? How could you be so reckless?

You were almost deathly afraid to even look over at who it possibly could be, but curiosity struck you. Careful to not make any more sudden movements to alert them, you slowly turned your head to peek only to have your heart drop even further into your stomach. A topless man with messy brown hair peacefully slept next to you. A man you recognized— your best friend, Bucky was laying beside you with his arm strung across your body, almost pulling you into him– using you as his personal pillow. You looked away instantly as if he were to catch you. Your heart pounding in the cage of your chest as you returned your gaze back to the ceiling. You weren't too sure who you were praying to, but you could only hope that nothing happened last night between you.

Not that it would be the worst thing, but you didn't even remember how he got here more or less if anything happened.

You know you went a little overboard last night, but were you truly THAT wild that you would try something with him? It was hard to pinpoint if you were embarrassed because you could have said anything to him while drunk, proud of yourself for being so brave, or scared that he would wake up just as confused as you.

Bucky moved slightly and you froze. He changed the position of his head to rest on your chest, and you immediately felt a fire being lit underneath you, sending a wave of heat through your body. His thick arm almost completely engulfed you, sliding underneath your back and hugging you. He then settled in this position and continued to snore softly on top of you. You weren't sure what to do or how to feel even in this moment. The two of you were close, but never on a physical level– it confused you more to see a man like him be so soft in his sleep.

It was… cute.

It wasn't a word you would use to ever describe Bucky to his face, but when he wasn't being such a pain in your ass, he was indeed cute.

You looked down at him again, seeing how strands of his hair crumpled into his face and smiled. Hesitantly, you pushed your fingertips gently across his forehead removing the bothersome strand entirely. Your fingers dove into his scalp and you began to play with his hair, finding an odd sense of comfort in this moment. You rested your head against his and relaxed into him, shutting your own eyes in turn and drifting away into slumber once more, a smile woven into your features.

And faintly, before you completely lost consciousness , you could feel Bucky’s face warm on your chest as well, leaving you with a carving of his smile.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x y/n #winter soldier x you #winter soldier fanfic #marvel fanfic rec #marvel fanfics #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

[lostmyaccountagain]

regarding wakanda forever namor and tenoch huerta

please remember that this is an indigenous man, PLEASE i am begging. we are not dead. we are very much alive, and you need to respect us. as a nahua woman i am going to say some things to make sense of our identities and to help you all get a better understanding of how to respect us and to respect the actor and character.

starting out

no not all mexicans are indigenous, no not all mexicans are mexica (very very few are, its one of the rarest tribes/clans/pueblos to be descended of), and no, aztecs no longer exist (in the way you think)

our tribes/clans in latin america are not like our northern native relatives but as commonly done i will use terms like tribe and clan to further explain in an easier way for people to understand.

nahuas are not mexica, those that are mexicas can be nahua and usually are nahua, many of our tribes/clans were organized into pueblos (reminiscent of greek city-states), which is what the mexica did, the mexica were in the area thats now known as cdmx/mexico city, when the spanish colonizers arrived the mexica were known as aztecs because thats the empire that was ruling at the time, the aztec empire had something called the triple alliance which was an alliance between 3 pueblos (tribes/clans) making up the empire, the aztec empire is also commonly referred to as the triple alliance because of that, and when the aztec empire fell so did the title of aztec, aztecs no longer exist because the empire is long gone while mexica (the tribe) does indeed still exist though in smaller numbers. nahuas are a people, considered a tribe by many if we use northern indigenous terms but again, organized into pueblos.

nahua is the people, nahuatl is the language, and many pueblos throughout mexico and latin america call themselves by their own pueblo names. nahuatl is considered a closed language to white people by many of our elders, and if you are white its asked that you refrain from learning or using it as our people were punished for it, its a privilege to speak or write it and its a privilege many of us do not have.

most of the things you see online regarding aztec/mexica/nahua stuff has been whitewashed and is from white supremacists and white scholars that tell inaccurate information or is from mexican nationalists that purposely misinform others, please ask a nahua person if you have any questions regarding our culture, my dm’s will also be open!

#tenoch huerta #marvel #black panther #wakanda forever #chadwick boseman #marvel phase five #marvel phase four #marvel phase 4 #marvel phase 5 #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic rec #poc reader #pocsource #namor the sub mariner #t’challa #king killmonger #black panther killmonger #namor mckenzie

[stackthedeck]

what are ur thoughts on spidery!pete?

also if those thoughts are positive, do you have any related fic recs?

anon I love you but I'm offended that you would even ask this! This trope is like crack cocaine to me and I've written a few of these actually. I could have sworn I did a video for this for tiktok but that was the inappropriate use of superpowers videos which is just a little bit different.

This trope can be subdivided into two categories: cute and silly, and monster fucking. I prefer the second one but I'll make a list for both

✨silly and cute✨

the human heating pad by stackthedeck. Gotta promote my own stuff lmao but I am proud of this fic, Peter purrs like a spider

I'm Something of a Scientist Myself by fancastical. This is E and can be an squick for some people, but all the fun spider mating habits made me laugh and I think the relationship was built really well. Like seriously so many spider facts

Sweet As Sugar In My Mouth by kingkuebiko. Again with the spider mating habits but it's cute, short, and sweet and also from Peter's perspective so he's like "why is this doing it for me???"

It's the thought that counts by aurorae. Very very spidery Peter, just a cute fluffy one-shot of spideypool getting together

Spider’s Out of the Bag by ShimmeringBubble. Another purring fic but this time Miles gets in on it!! This fic is so cute and I love seeing them acting like brothers and god I just love Miles he's my favorite boy <3

Fics that make a compelling argument that Peter is the monster in the monster fucker ship dynamic (read the tags so so carefully):

caught in the spider's web by Stackthedeck. I wrote this one, web bondage and fangs, have fun!

Babe Wake Up, It's Pumpkin Spice Season by X_Gon_Give_It. More web bondage!! This fic has fantastic sexual tension and leans into a more spidery Peter being very dangerous

Cicatrices by WaterMe. God I adore this fic!! It's more focused on the implications of Wade's powers at first which I fucking love!! Not only is Peter more spidery it physically affects him and it's fascinating. Like this fic is not afraid to play with the dark implications of powers, but there's lots of really tender moments between Wade and Peter

The Moist Demanding Chasm of His Mouth by PastaPapi. Fangs!! Not twilight vampire fangs but like supernatural vampire fangs, trust me this shit fucks but please read the tags. Also the Spinnerets <3

Pearlescent Silk by Chancy_Lurking. This one is honestly pretty tame and sweet but I know the wrussy is not everyone's cup of tea. But it's mine and this is so good!!

#asks #just putting myself on blast here #the tag peter parker acts like a spider is a great place to start #i won't read irondad and most of those fics are irondad #most of these fics are spideypool becuase wade is the most likely to be a monster fucker #but i'm of the opinion matt is into too #johnny too tbh like he dates aliens all the time #fanfic rec #marvel fanfic rec

[moonlight-presence]

The suit stays on

(Marc Spector x Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationship: Marc Spector X reader

Words: 4378

Summary: You always found Marc´s suit really appealing so you ask him if you could try something new... 

Warnings: Dom Marc, Sub reader, Smut, Some fluff too, Aftercare, Missionary, Cunnilingus, Handjobs, Body worship, Role-playing, Basically Marc being dominant, kind of a religious kink (?) 

MATURE CONTENT 18+

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You drum your fingers to the beat of the song you were currently blasting in your ears. Your headphones were resting just around your head as you swung your legs with the melody. You mouth the words and then open your eyes to stare at the ceiling of your living room.

You were lying on the couch, your head on Marc's lap and the rest of your body nearly falling to the floor. You didn't care that much, Marc was warm and his thighs were pretty comfortable so you remained there.

The music starts fading off and you take off the headphones before pausing the next song on your phone. Marc doesn't notice this as his attention was focused on the show he was watching.

You glance at the TV and see a man in full armor battling another person. You weren't sure what was happening but suddenly your attention was drawn to the show as you observed how the man in armor removed his helmet and spat some blood on the floor. Your cheeks turned a bit pink as an inappropriate thought crossed your mind.

You remove your eyes from the TV and try to catch Marc's attention. He doesn't notice as you widen your eyes at him so you start moving your head in his lap, your hair tangling itself with his pants. You give him a slight rub against his crotch and this seems to finally catch his attention. Marc looks down at you with an arched eyebrow.

"What's your plan, beautiful?", he asks with humor and you laugh at him before biting your lip in thought. You stop moving your head and stare at his gorgeous eyes.

"I am bored... Give me attention.", you whine with a childish voice. He lets out a deep chuckle and shakes his head in humor before looking at the TV again.

"Just let this episode end and I will give you all the attention you want, baby, okay?", he says and you groan in frustration. You secretly always liked to annoy him a little bit and you were extremely bored so you decided to push it a little.

"Is the episode more important than your girlfriend?", you ask with an arched eyebrow. Marc's lips curl into a cheeky smirk and you already know he is going to say something to annoy you.

"At the moment? Yeah.", he answers making your mouth drop open. You see him smirking without looking at you and you hit his leg softly in protest.

"Okay, rude...", you joke, clearly playing along with his banter. He chuckles but doesn't say anything, his eyes still on the show.

You glance back at the screen and see the same man from earlier taking off his shiny white armor. You notice how his body is now covered in blood and bruises and his hair sweaty from the fight... You can't help but admit how hot he looks in that fucking armor.

You blush deeper as you finally realize how the armor he is wearing is very similar to Marc's suit. It doesn't have that many details but it does the trick. A thought crosses your mind and you lick your lip before looking up at him again.

"Marc?", you say and he hums, his eyes still on the TV.

You inhale in annoyance and then raise your torso so you are now sitting next to him. You put your phone and headphones down and move closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder. He leans back against your touch and grabs your cheek before giving it a small brush. You admire his profile for a bit before you finally speak again.

"Marc, baby, I wanna talk to you about something...", you whisper slowly and that seems to draw him in again. He looks at you and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"About what?", he whispers back with a gentle smile. You bite your lip softly and then grab the remote before pausing the TV. Marc frowns but doesn't say anything.

"Well... I was thinking... Hum...", you struggle to find words for what you really want to say and Marc presses a small kiss on your forehead.

"Hey, is everything okay? You know you can talk to me about everything, right?", he reassures with worry and you nod before groaning with frustration and leaning back into his neck. You bury your face on his shoulder and rest your hands on his chest.

You always loved how muscular he is so you gently massage his torso as you try to find words. You really want to tell Marc what you want, but you are afraid of how he will react... What if he hates it? What if he finds it weird? Fuckkkkkkk.

"Y/N, what is it? You are scaring me.", he confesses as you massage his abdomen gently. You can't really feel his skin because of his t-shirt but it does the job.

"Okay, okay, sorry... I wanted to try something new with you.", you feel your cheeks heat up but you raise your head and look at his eyes again. His breath smells like mint and you stare at his lips.

"Okay... What?"

"I want to do it while...Hum...", your heart quickens and you actually laugh a bit because of how nervous you are. Marc can't help but smile at your reaction and pull you closer.

"Baby, come on, while what? Tell me.", he pushes further as his fingers brush your arms up and down.

"Fuck, okay... I want to do it while you are wearing the suit."

Silence.

You study his face but he doesn't show any facial expressions, his eyes looking back at you with an unreadable gaze. You panic and start to regret ever saying anything in the first place.

"Shit, sorry, look never mind. It's stupid, I-"

"Okay.", he interrupts and you frown at him.

"Okay? That's it, that's your answer?", you ask with curiosity and he nods. You see him look at your lips and then lick his own, the action waking up things inside of you.

"I want to try that, too, baby... Honestly, the thought has crossed my mind before."

"It has?!", you ask with shock and he laughs and nods again. Marc pulls you closer to him and you slowly part your legs until you are sitting on his lap.

"Yup... The thought of fucking you while wearing a suit made by an Egyptian God is like top 3 best sexual fantasies of all time. Right?", he jokes making you giggle and shake your head.

"You are unbelievable..."

"You love it, don't lie.", he smugly says making you roll your eyes. You feel him push your belly against his chest and you open your mouth before pressing a small kiss on his lips.

"Are you really okay with this?", you whisper against his lips and he pulls away and then rocks his crotch against your core. You feel his unexpected boner poke you and your lips curl into a smirk.

"Does that give you an answer?", he teases and you roll your hips again making him suck in a breath.

"It definitely does... Fuck, I want you so badly.", you confess against his lips, your breaths mixing as you inhale his scent.

You tangle your fingers with the curls on the back of his head and slightly massage his scalp with your fingernails. Marc simply moans into your open lips, your mouths just gently pressing against each other, and you part your lips wider. You love it when he makes little sounds when you are touching him.

"Do you think Khonsu is gonna be mad you are summoning the suit for something like this?", you ask with a soft giggle as Marc lowers his hand down your spine. He slightly lifts his thigh making you bump into him again and a little whine escapes your lips.

"I don't care what that pigeon thinks, baby... I am his avatar, I will use the suit for whatever I want." before you can answer, he captures your lips into a strong kiss.

You kiss him back and slowly start rocking your hips again, each swing making you tremble on top of his body. Marc moves his hand towards your ass and squeezes it, the harsh grip sending waves of arousal right to your core.

You gently nibble his bottom lip and then lick the area, your saliva mixing with his as you kiss.

"I want to fuck you in the bed, baby.", he says making you nod and break the sloppy kiss. You catch your breath for a moment and then feel Marc grab your waist and lift you making you squeal a bit.

You quickly wrap your thighs around his waist and tangle your arms around his neck as Marc guides you towards the bed. You put your mouth on the side of his neck and start slowly applying small kisses and bites. You know how much he loves when you do that.

"Fuck... I am gonna fuck you so good, baby. Gonna make you scream my name.", he says with filthy words making you moan against his skin.

He groans and then lowers you on the bed, your back hits the mattress and you don't let go of him. Marc goes down with you until he is completely towering over your body, his messy curls just softly touching his eyes.

You buck your hips and feel how hard his cock is against you, the action making another moan leave your mouth.

"I want to feel you, baby... Come on, give it to me.", you tease making Marc curse under his breath and then lift his body from off of you.

You catch your breath and watch as he looks at you- the moonlight that pours from the window behind illuminates him beautifully, as he scans you.

"How much do you want me to fuck you in my Moon Knight suit?", he asks with genuine curiosity and you lick your lips and stare right at him.

Instead of answering, your hands travel down your body until you reach your pants. You open the buttons and then manage to slide your hand towards your panties. Marc parts his lips in wonder and observes as you start circling your flushed clit slowly, soft moans escaping your mouth as you make direct eye contact with him.

"Fuck, baby... That's the hottest shit I have ever seen in my fucking life.", he says with curses that make your arousal drip from your entrance. You give your clit one last rub before removing your fingers.

"You want to know how much I want the Moon Knight to fuck me?", you use the name on purpose and watch as Marc's eyes glow with the words. You never imagined how much this whole role-playing thing would turn you both on.

"Fuck, yeah.", he answers and you lift your back from the mattress before putting your wet fingers against his mouth.

Marc immediately takes the digits and starts sucking on them, his tongue circling your arousal as he makes sure to taste everything you gave him. You have no words to explain how hot that is, your entire body is on fire as you watch him.

"Holy fuck... I never wanted you to fuck me so badly before.", you confess and he gives your digits one last lick before removing them from your mouth. He wipes his lips and then smirks at you, mischief in his eyes.

"Do you want the Moon Knight to fuck you? Do you want this cock?", he teases and you suddenly begin seeing his eyes turning white.

You suck in a breath at the sight and nod rapidly. Marc smirks wider and you start seeing his suit transforming around his body. His face gets covered in his mask and hood and you just watch, your clit throbbing at the sight. Fuck, he always looked so good in his suit but now he looks absolutely irresistible.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Moon Knight?", you play along with a big smirk making Marc nod. You put your hands on his body and trace the half-moon blade that is stuck to his chest.

"Lay down.", he orders and you immediately drop behind.

Marc grabs your knees and then slides his hands down your thighs until his fingers find the hem of your pants. He begins undressing you and you lift your ass to make the task easier for him. You just want him inside of you as soon as possible.

Marc throws the pants to the ground and then grabs your soaked panties before sliding them off your legs. The sudden exposure makes you blush a bit but Marc simply rubs your inner thighs in reassurance.

You quickly start undoing your blouse and soon enough, you are completely naked below him. His glowing eyes look at you up and down and you can't help but part your thighs wider to give him a better view.

"You are unbelievable...", he whispers making you laugh a bit.

"You love it, don't lie.", you tease him back for earlier making Marc shake his head a bit. You kind of wish you could see his face but you don't say anything.

Marc continues massaging your inner thighs with his gloves and you throw your head back and feel how nice this feels. You wait for him to reach where you want him to touch but he, instead, goes up to your belly.

He uses both hands to massage your belly and waist, each stroke as heavenly as the previous. Marc moves to your ribcage and then he cups your breasts with your palms. You arch your back and moan softly with an exhale as he starts squeezing and pinching, very gently, your nipples.

"Fuck... Just like that.", you praise and he continues massaging your breasts until he gives them one last squeeze.

Marc's hands go up to your neck and he slides his fingers up and down your throat. You can't feel his skin on you but the gloves are as equally good.

You let out a loud groan as he traces your jawline and then you look up at him. You meet his hooded face and his white eyes, the sight making you whine.

"You look so hot... Fuck.", you say out loud making Marc slide his right hand down your body again. His left-hand stays on your cheek as he finally meets your dripping core.

"Does this feel good?", he asks and then starts circling your clit making you moan and buck your hips.

"Hum, hum.", you say and he moves his digits more rapidly.

"Words. Use them.", he orders and you swallow and try to catch your breath. He moves his fingers towards your wet entrance and starts teasing it.

"Y-yes...", you breathe out and he gently inserts one gloved finger inside of you.

"Yes, what?", he asks and you arch an eyebrow. You feel him go deeper into you and you groan before finally understanding what he means.

"Yes, Moon Knight.", you say and that makes Marc curl his finger inside of your walls. The pressure makes you whine and look at him.

You see Marc, no, the Moon Knight, looking back at you- the moonlight behind him making him look like an Egyptian God. You nearly cum at the sight as he slowly teases your entrance with his middle finger.

"Shit... Holy fuck.", you curse as he inserts another finger. The pressure builds and you rock back against his hand as you try to take him deeper.

"You are so tight, fuck. You are gonna feel so good around my cock.", he murmurs and you nod and moan.

"Y-yes, so tight, just for you. Only for your cock.", you reassure and that makes him curl his fingers deeper into you, his digits hitting your g-spot suddenly.

You moan more loudly and he does it again, your clitoris throbbing as you feel pleasure increasing inside of you. Marc puts his hand just below your belly button and starts pushing his fingers up. You realize he is trying to feel his actions inside of you with the palm of his other hand.

"Does that feel good?", he asks with a whisper and you moan again and nod. He thrusts up again and you nearly scream as a wave of pleasure overwhelms you. You are going to cum soon, you are sure of it.

"I am close... Fuck...", you warn and he gives you another thrust before slowly taking out his fingers. You breathe out and curse under your breath as Marc circles your clit with his wet fingers.

"I am going to fuck you so good, baby. You want to get fucked by a God?", the sudden question makes your heart skip a beat and you meet his glowing eyes. Fuck, you really wish you could see his beautiful face.

"Y-yes... Fuck me, please.", you ask him and Marc releases the touch on your clit and starts pulling his pants down. You weren´t sure if the suit could be taken off like this but apparently, it can. Thank you, Khonsu, for the extra help.

"Marc..", you whisper as he takes out his flushed cock. You look at how his head is a bit shiny from his pre-cum, it's so fucking pretty.

"Yes, baby?", he asks as he strokes himself with one hand. You look up at his mask.

"I want to see your face... Hum, while we do it.", you confess and Marc stops stroking himself. You wait a few seconds for an answer but, instead, his mask starts retracting from his face until his beautiful eyes meet yours.

"Like this, beautiful girl?", he asks with a smile you missed deeply. You bite your lip and nod with a blush making him chuckle slightly.

"You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now... That fucking suit does things to me.", you confess while he resumes his stroking. You slightly lift your torso until you are close to him.

Your hands go up to his chest and the golden blade, your fingers begin tracing the sharp edge as Marc groans. You sneak one hand towards his cock and remove his hand before putting yours around his member.

"W-what things?", he asks with a slight stutter as your thumb traces his leaking slit. You move your hand all the down and gently squeeze his base making Marc bite down a moan.

"I want you to fuck me until I am praying to every God on Earth... I want you to make me pray to you. Can you do that, Moon Knight? Can you fuck me like a God?", you tease with a mischievous smirk making Marc lick his lips.

"You are quite filthy today, aren´t you?", he asks with a teasing voice, and you stroke him faster. Marc puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down suddenly making you lose balance, "If you want to get fucked by a God, then I will fuck you like one."

Marc grabs your wrists and pins them down, his whole body towering over you. You almost squeal in anticipation, your whole body begging him to enter you. You can feel his hot breath against your mouth and the head of his cock hitting your entrance.

You try to free yourself to touch him but he gives you a sadistic smirk before holding you tighter. You are completely trapped under him- you have no choice but to obey his orders... A God´s orders.

He lowers his mouth to your ear and then you shiver as he says, "Now take it like the good girl you are."

He doesn´t give you time to react as his hard cock enters you. The stretch makes you moan loudly and buck your hips but Marc is faster, his thrusts begin and soon he is pounding you at a fast pace.

You have no choice but to take it, your whole body held by him. You manage to wrap your thighs around his waist and he groans at the action, the new angle making him go deeper inside of you.

"F-fuck... Holy fuck...", you moan with a breathless voice as he moves faster and faster. Marc groans against your lips and you try to kiss him but he pulls away from his face.

"Uh-uh...", he says with another smug smirk making you whine. He slows down his thrusts a bit, "Who do you belong to? Who is fucking you this good? Tell me."

"Y-You... Oh fuck, it´s you.", you tell him as your clit throbs with every slow thrust. He slightly redirects his cock and soon his head is hitting your g-spot again, the area is already swollen and sensitive enough to make you whine.

"I want you to spell it. Spell my name.", he commands and you try to process his order. He starts moving faster again and you nearly cum just from that.

"M... A-"

"Nope, try again, baby.", he interrupts and you frown a bit. Marc´s right-hand moves your wrist above your head and his left does the same. Soon, both of your arms are trapped under his left hand.

You aren´t sure how he managed to do that so smoothly but you don´t try to understand as his right-hand moves to your jawline. He grabs your face and pulls it closer to his, your neck lifting from the bed.

"Spell my name.", he growls against your lips and you suck in a breath at how hot he looks when he is acting like this. You always loved to see him dominate you.

You try to think of what he wants as Marc continues fucking you at a relentless pace. You are almost seeing stars, your whole body dripping sweat as his heavy suit touches your breasts slightly.

"FUCKING SPELL IT!", he says again with a loud voice making you moan. You feel his grip on your jawline get a bit looser and you look at his eyes, even though he is acting angry you see so much love behind them.

You take a deep breath in and try to focus. You start to think of what he means and then you look at his suit again. Suddenly realization hits you and you swallow dryly before answering.

"M...O...O....N....", you begin spelling and he smirks and drops your face. He fastens his pace and you stop spelling, your mind too fucked up to think anymore.

"You weren't done, carry on.", he orders and you bite down a moan and try to think of the next letters.

You can feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unfold, the pressure on your body increasing, threatening to explode. You are sure he is close by the way his thrusts are becoming more and more violent.

"K...N...Oh, fuck....I...Argh....", you are nearly there. Marc doesn´t stop his pace as he fucks you into nothing, "G...H...Shit...T."

"Good girl... Now, tell me, who is fucking you this good, baby?"

"The Moon Knight... Y-You... I am close. I am close. Oh, fuck...", you warn with deep moans. Marc groans against your neck and then tries to go deeper.

You are going to explode but he hasn´t really given you permission to orgasm so you just lay there and try to focus on not cumming. It´s getting hard so you speak again.

"I am gonna cum... May I come? Fuck... Let me cum."

"Who do you belong to?", he asks again with a moan. You can sense his cock twitching inside of you and you contract your walls around him. He nearly cums just from that and you smirk a bit.

"To you... I belong to the Moon Knight... I am gonna-", and your orgasm rips through you. Marc just groans your name and starts cumming as well, his seed bursting inside of you as your whole back arches.

You close your eyes and feel wave after wave of pleasure overwhelm your body. Your clitoris throbs violently as your walls pulse around his cock. It´s absolute chaos...

"Fuck...", he whispers against your lips and then kisses you again.

He slows down his thrusts and you whine a bit at how sensitive you feel. You feel the grip on your wrists get looser and soon he sets you free, your hands going straight to his sweaty curly hair. You kiss his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his lips, everything and he smiles before slowly pulling himself off of you.

He drops next to you and you see as his suit starts disappearing rapidly. You realize he never actually took off his clothes and the thought makes you giggle a bit.

"What?", he asks with a smile as he looks at you. You shake your head and move towards him, your head now resting on his shoulder.

"You must have been boiling inside of that suit...", you joke making Marc chuckle and hold you tighter.

"A bit, yeah... It was worth it, though."

"Was it?", you tease him and he smirks before kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, definitely....", he answers with a suggestive voice making you blush a bit. You start closing your eyes for a little bit, "So, how was it?"

"How was what?", you try to clarify as you open your eyes again. Marc´s teeth are showing as he grins cheekily at you.

"How was your first time getting fucked by a God?"

"Oh fuck off...", you mumble with a blush making him laugh. You roll your eyes playfully and bite your lip before adding, "It was fucking amazing, actually... The suit definitely will stay on during sex."

"Are you trying to boil me alive?", he asks with a chuckle and you laugh a bit.

"How dramatic...Come here.", you pull him closer and kiss his lips again.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Moon Knight.", you whisper making Marc actually blush a bit. You give him another kiss before closing your eyes and feeling his heartbeat against your head.

This was definitely something to try again...

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 2022

Welcome to kinktober 2022..

A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

Enjoy

👻- This year me and the gorgeous @chrisdrysdale  will be hosting a double stuffed kinktober

👻- Each day for October, Bella and I will be posting 1 small fic with a kink and character

👻- We can’t wait for you to read them! 🖤

1. Threesome with S.S and C.E

❤️cloudy 🖤 bella

2. Butt plug with Sub!Bucky Barnes

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

3. Overstimulation with Ransom Drysdale

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

4. Drunk sex with Mickey Henry

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

5. Dom/sub with Frank Adler

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

6. Anal with Ari Levinson

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

7. Cockwarming with Steve Rogers

❤️ cloudy 🖤bella

8. Breeding kink with Andy Barber

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

9. Exhibitionism with Rockstar!Bucky

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

10. Edging with Colin Shea

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

11. After care with Sub!Steve Rogers

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

12. Orgasm control with Lloyd Hansen

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

13. Free use with Ransom Drysdale

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

14. Housewife with Steve Kemp

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

15. Squirting with Frank (e.b)

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

16. Spanking with Bucky Barnes

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

17. Marking with Steve Rogers

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

18. Handcuffs with Lance Tucker

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

19. Lingerie with Andy Barber

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

20. mirror sex with Ari

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

21. Clothed sex with Jake Jensen

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

22. Collars with Bucky Barnes

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

23. Oral sex with Chris Beck

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

24. Pegging with Chris Evans

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

25. Lactation with Sub!Andy Barber

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

26. Role play with Steve Kemp

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

27. Hickeys and biting with Sebastian Stan

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

28. Virginity taking with Jake Jensen

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

29. Nipple play with Collin Shea

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

30. Riding with Nick Fowler

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

31. Cock cages with Bucky Barnes

❤️ cloudy 🖤 bella

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chapter twenty-eight - “remnants of the past”

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: remnants of the reader’s past both hurt her and help her, but it opens a new door for her and bucky.

pairings: fem!reader x bucky barnes

It was quiet in her apartment, the kind of middle-of-the-night quiet that makes the air feel pleasant and calm because you can feel that the rest of the world is asleep.

Light from the city shown softly on the floor in front of the window. But it didn't make it to the couch, providing the comfort of darkness to the two sleeping there.

They had fallen asleep while talking — somehow having moved past the thing with the vodka and then the thing with her head. She would've stayed there taking all night if sleep hadn't taken them both.

Bucky fell asleep sitting up, his head leaned back and resting on the cushion behind him. She had been sitting to the side of him but on the other end of the couch. However, once both of their eyes were droopy and their voices slowed, she ended up leaning forward and laying down, with her head just a couple inches from Bucky's outer thigh.

In his sleep, (or maybe not) his hand ended up resting on her head, right past her forehead. And perhaps he woke up once or twice and allowed himself, ever so gently, to stroke the hair that lay under his palm.

But he did then fall back asleep. He wasn't aware of when she started to stir in her sleep. He didn't notice when her face began to distort into pain, anger, sadness, or some mix of the three. He didn't see her breathing pick up or her skin become clammy.

He did, however, wake the hell up when he heard the guttural gasp accompanied by the mini convulsion of the couch cushion. He turned to the sight beside him. Even though she was sitting up and facing away from him, he could see the turbulent movements of her chest that by her ragged breathing provoked.

Immediately he was scared. Not of her, of course, but for her. He's seen her upset before, but never anything like this. Never anything... like he used to do. But he needed to be calm. He needed to be solid. Just as she used to be for him.

He called out her name, making sure his voice didn't waver.

Her shoulders tensed up, startled. Her head whipped towards him. She jerked back but her erratic movements caused her to slip off the couch. Knees and shins struck the hardwood.

In a flash, Bucky stood up, but then crouched down once he saw the look on her face.

"Don't! Don't-"

"I'm sorry!" he put his hands up in front of him. Then hushed his voice. "I'm sorry. You're safe. It's safe, I swear on my life."

She looked at him with wide eyes and tear stained cheeks. He felt awful, and he wondered how she felt when she took care of him after night terrors.

"I have nothing to do with this," her voice shook, weak.

"Honey, please," he implored. "Look around. Look where you are. This is your home.”

Her eyes dared to move to the side. Then the other side. She held her arm to her chest, rubbing her wrists like they were sore, but there were no marks or bruises or anything.

"You had a nightmare," he said in the gentlest tone he could, "and you're not in any danger."

No response.

"We fell asleep on the couch," he inched closer. "That's why you didn't wake up in your room. But you're safe."

He held out his hand. "I'd never in a million years hurt you or let anything else hurt you."

She remained still but the tears kept coming. She was just staring at him, heaving and trying not to rock back and fourth.

He retracted his hand, his offer not accepted. He let it rest on the floor.

"The floor is cold. Feel it?"

It took a second but then - wordlessly, she brought her arm down and let her hand sit on the floor, mirroring his.

"It's because the heat from your skin goes into it and flows through it That's the coolness you're feeling."

He wasn't sure if that was right but he continued all the same.

"There's a reason behind everything," Bucky said. "Even what you're feeling right now."

"Your somethin'... nervous system is..." he tried his best to recall, "...really riled up because you had a nightmare. You're afraid, and your body is overreacting to that fear when it shouldn't be. That's why you're... breathin' heavy and really stressed right now."

"Sympathetic," she mumbled.

"What?"

"Sympathetic nervous system."

He smiled. "Yes! Yeah, your body is trying to fight for your life even though you're just sitting here with me. But that's the thing. You're just sittin' here. You're not in any danger. Promise. It's called the... fright... response or something."

"Fight or flight."

"Right," he smiled once more.

She stared down at the floor, at her hand, and her gaze softened. He finally let himself exhale. She seemed to be calming down.

Then she looked up to meet his gaze. He was hopeful, but let down.

As soon as her line of sight was on his face, focused, her eyes grew wide. She looked so confused but still so scared.

"I've seen you before," her voice was laced with alarm.

He froze. What do I do?

"I..." her expression distorted as the realization dawned upon her. "I know you."

She stood suddenly and took a step back.

He stood up as well. He must remain calm. "You do."

She looked bewildered. He couldn't help but feel guilty even though he knew it wasn't his fault.

"It's okay," he tried. "You're right, you do know me. So you must know that I pose no threat to you?"

She stared at him, then looked down, thinking to herself for a moment.

"Yes..."

Her eyes switched back up to him, breath still heavy, but shoulders less tense.

"I know you're confused," he stepped forward. She didn't move. "I know there's a lot that you don't know or don't remember. So, what do you remember?"

She tried to start a sentence but it dissipated into a sigh, like she couldn't find the words.

Slowly, she walked over to him. She held her arms out, palms facing up and parallel to the floor, signaling him to extend his own.

He held his hands over hers, but didn't make contact, afraid of frightening her.

Lightly, she grabbed onto his forearms and squeezed. Her hands then slid down to his hands and pinched the material of the gloves. He stood still, letting her pull the gloves off. Both of them. They dropped onto the floor with a felt plop. The two of them just stared down at this hands, one flesh, one metal. It was quiet for a moment. He didn't dare make a move. He didn't dare say a word.

She felt validated, like something was confirmed to her. Of what, she didn't know. However, she felt like all the strong feelings - the trust, the speed of her likeness of him - made sense. Like he was the right person for it. The person this affinity was supposed to go to. The person who her fondness belonged to. She didn't know where or why she knew him, but she knew he fit into the space her mind didn't seem to know how to fill. He was it.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, letting her head rest on his chest. Quickly, he reciprocated, but remined quiet. It felt right. It felt good. It felt... missed.

Cautiously he brought his hand up to hold the back of her head. She only hugged him tighter.

"Bucky," she said into the air, more so declaring it to be true than asking a question.

Everything else still evaded her memory but that collection of letters in that order is him. That much she knew to be true.

"Yeah?" he said, half-confirming and half answering.

"You're it."

"I'm what?"

"My... person. Aren't you?"

His breath faltered. "Yes."

"I missed you. I don't know why, but... that's what I'm feeling."

"I missed you, too." So much. He still wasn't sure how much of her he had back.

"Did something happen to me?"

She wasn't of the answer, but she was sure she trusted whatever he was going to say.

"Yes. But I don't know exactly what it was."

"Me neither."

There was so much uncertainty, but not for him.

"I'm not sure, but I think someone may have hurt you," he said tentatively.

"Yeah..."

"Your nightmares... they seem really intense. Like flashbacks. I used to have the same thing... I sometimes still do."

Something about what he said struck a nerve deep in her brain, but it was so dulled she couldn't make out what it meant. It felt sort of like worry, like a need to protect. Then it left.

"I was... strapped down... or something. In this last one."

He felt sick thinking about that happening to her. But the thing her wrists earlier -- that explained it.

"Before, you said that you 'had nothing to do with this.' Do you know what that means?"

"I'm not sure exactly, it's not as clear in my head once I wake up. But... It was like I was being... hurt or something- like punished? I don't know. But... I wasn't the one who was supposed to... be hurt. If that makes sense."

A hundred different possibilities crossed his mind, many of which made him feel guilty (again).

"Do you think that was something that actually happened to you? At some point in the past."

"I'm really not sure. It felt real, though. Like I was... really in trouble."

He hated picturing what might have happened, but he couldn't stop his mind from going to the worst possibilities. Whatever did happen, he prayed that it wasn't painful. Although he supposed even if it wasn't painful then, it's painful now. For both of them.

"What do we- What do I do?" She stuttered a bit.

"How do you mean?"

"If theres all this stuff I dont remember. What do I do? Like, how do I get it back? Should I even want to get it back? What if there's trauma I'm better off without?"

"Well, I can't speak for the last five years. But, I know a good amount of things that happened before, and I think there's a lot that you would wanna remember."

A beat passes.

"How long had I known you?"

"I met you in 2016, and we knew each other for about a year and a half."

Confusion again. "I don't remember meeting you."

"I know. It's alright."

Personally, it was seared into his mind; he figured he remembered it well enough for the both of them. He reckoned he could describe it to her if she wanted him to.

"So I'm just missing a year and a half of my life and was foggy for some part of the last five years..."

He looked at her somberly. "It seems so. I'm really sorry."

She sighed. "Fuck."

He shared the sentiment.

"You know, a while ago, my memory was pretty scattered - a lot worse than yours - and the rest of my mind, too. But I was able to recover. You... actually, are the one who helped me put it all back together. You helped me with a lot of things."

She looked at him, in awe.

"I did?"

"You did. You were probably the best thing that could've happened to me."

Her expression softened. She was surprised, and almost honored, that she meant so much to someone. That someone thought so highly of her.

"Really?"

"Definitely. So maybe I might be able to help you put some of it back together. I know I'm not as smart as you, but I think I can help some. A-and I can do some of the things you did for me to help me remember."

Her brows raised just slightly, hope briefly flickering across her eyes.

"You helped me find my way back to myself, so... I guess it's only fair that I help you find your way back to yourself."

Her eyes began to well up. How could someone care so much about her? Five years of being mostly alone — it takes a toll on you.

"You'd be willing to— stick with me? To help me?"

"I couldn't not."

"You seem really sure?"

"I am," he said like it was the most basic truth. Since it was. "I don't know if you remember it or if you might feel it, but I love you. And it's unconditional. I love you and I lost you once, so I don't care if things are different now. You may not remember all of me but I know all of you. I want to stay. If you'll allow me."

"Bucky..." she said fondly. "Even when you first came here? When you were at my door?"

"Yes."

"We have this whole history and you just stay. Even though my part of the history is gone..."

"It's you," he shrugged. "You're it for me. You'll always be it. You're everything."

His words made her want to burst into tears and scream. In a good way. But also in a way that felt like something was trying to push through her chest. To make itself seen. She wanted to burst at the seams and let every secret, unknown feeling crawl out of her.

Maybe she understood what he said. Working on it. Finding her way back to herself. Maybe she could feel something within her that she wanted to discover, wanted to uncover. She found him, but thought maybe she could find her way back to him. Like she once had but didn't remember.

She stepped forward and yanked him into her arms.

"I want you to stay. I want you."

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Masterlist

Somebody To Love:

In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.

Wattpad: TessaRyoung Ao3: Natflower1331

Act I: Doctor Strange (2016)

Prologue.

Chapter 1: The green man's visit.

Chapter 2: The Strange man's travel.

Chapter 3: Tour of the temple.

Chapter 4: The blind girl.

Chapter 5: Borrow books.

Chapter 6: Dream walking.

Chapter 7: The strawberry mission.

Chapter 8: Out of your head.

Chapter 9: Jack Frost's kiss.

Chapter 10: The bazaar.

Chapter 11: The beginning of the end.

Chapter 12: Possession of the body.

Chapter 13: Small comfort.

Chapter 14: One last goodbye.

Chapter 15: New York and Surgeons.

Chapter 16: Life-saving bug.

Chapter 17: Gods of Asgard. (Thor Ragnarok)

Chapter 18: Precious stones. (Infinity War)

ACT II: End Game/ Far From Home

LOVELY LOVE

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Harry James Potter x OCFEM!

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[oliviajdjarin]

Bucky Barnes: Together (If The Fates Allow)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Excerpt: “As he swayed with you, copious amounts of sweet nothings came to his mind, and he nearly spilled them all. But something about the mix of the music with the silence of your voices felt like communication enough. It was as though you were speaking a language together, through your own brains and your own hearts, that this was all you needed.”

Warnings: Bucky gets a bit sad, is a total simp for the reader, and it ends in a makeout. What more can you ask for? Reader also has blue eyes. This is also completely off-canon and makes no sense with any actual marvel plot.

A/N: Surpriseeeee. Merry Christmas @leahkenobi.

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His brothers sigh of disappointment through the phone cut through him sharply, working its way down to his chest.

“I’m sorry Buck, with the weather being how it is, we’re staying in tonight. I’m sorry.”

He leaned against the kitchen counter, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. He expected this call as soon as the snowflakes outside changed from slush-like droplets to thick balls of powder, packing down the entrance to every building in New York City. Including the Avengers Tower, which had been decorated for the holidays as soon as the clock struck midnight on Thanksgiving night. Bucky leading said decorating, of course, saying he wanted the compound to look “classic.”

And did it ever.

Multi-colored Christmas lights, a glittering evergreen coated in ornaments on the verge of gaudy, with a surrounding atmosphere of stockings, nutcrackers, reindeer, and his favorite, penguins. It was a winter wonderland, crafted in his own design. One of the few things in his life he had been proud of making with his own hands.

And he wanted to show it to you. That’s all he wanted for Christmas, to see the familiar light in your eye that every person could see get impossibly brighter at something from him. That he did. But, how could he forget, he was James Buchanan Barnes, and he was not known to leave behind a trail of good-fortune.

Bucky creased his eyebrows together and took a deep breath. “It’s alright Steve, just stay safe pal.”

“We will Buck. We will. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he responded, and ended the call the way you had taught him to. Your laughs while attempting to explain how iPhones work floated around his brain, and it cut a bright spot through his ever-present darkness.

He leaned forward slightly to catch a glimpse of you on the couch, and your light cut through his darkness even more.

You were sat comfortably, leaning against the arms of the couch with a fuzzy blanket around your middle. You had on jeans and a sweater—Christmas-themed of course, one you had “treated yourself” to, not knowing that Bucky had secretly taken care of it himself—and your hair was done how you liked it. Your makeup complimented the natural vision that was you perfectly, brightening the spots that were already brightened, and  accentuating the parts of you that sucked out his breath when he first caught you in his sight.

You looked perfect. Absolutely perfect.

A part of him was excited nobody else got to see you looking this way, but the rest of him cracked for you. He could see your excitement in the way you were sitting—on the edge of your seat, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, obviously waiting for some kind of sign from him that it was time to go.

He gritted his teeth and internally cursed every god out there, wishing they could be the ones to cause the disappointment on your face, not him.

He pushed himself off the counter and breathed deeply, running his hand through his hair as he made his way towards you. Your head turned as he walked, and your eyes sunk at his demeanor.

He’d been through so much pain in his life, and while this was not a big deal in the long run, the light blue of your eyes turning even a tone of interstellar sunk his stomach every time.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, swallowing hard. “Everyone’s staying home tonight.”

You gave him a sad smile before your lips fell into a line, but you shrugged your shoulders nonetheless. “It’s okay. It’s probably best to keep everyone safe.”

He loved you more than anything in that moment, but he also knew you better than anyone.

He sat down at your side and placed a hand on your thigh, internally recalling the times he had done so before to calm your nerves and how much you seemed to like it, before mumbling. “It’s okay to be disappointed. I’m disappointed. I wanted you to see the tower all decorated.”

You smiled at him, ever the optimist. You brushed back his hair and said, “There’s always Christmas Day, I can see it then.”

He nodded, eyes fluttering at how you always touched him just right, before he brought your palm down to his mouth. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to show off your sweater.”

You laughed, smiling wide enough to crease your eyes, and he smiled widely too. “Good thing you prefer it off of me.”

He laughed loudly, knowing your joke was purely to make him feel better, and pushed you back into the couch. The both of you laughed together as he pulled himself on top of you. He kissed around your neck teasingly, tasting a mix of your skin and perfume, and brought his hand to the warm skin of your rib cage. You laughed joyously, cheeks reddening as he kissed around you.

He smiled at your flustered state, feeling his own heart pound. “You know me too well.”

He felt you kiss his cheek and he hummed, enjoying your softness and comfort. He leaned back to look at you smiling up at him, the wide-open window showing the blizzard outside giving your face the perfect silhouette, and he exhaled in satisfaction.

You always seemed to bring that specific exhale to him, one that he had been unable to explain to both his friends and himself. It was an exhale of calamity, serenity, peace. Like one’s muscles relaxing after getting home from a long day, or eating a warm meal after being out in the cold. You were complete and total tranquility for him, and you deserved a happy Christmas Eve if it was the last thing he did.

He brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead before untangling himself from you. He pulled you up from the couch by your hand and sat you up straight before practically sprinting his way into the kitchen, hearing your laugh as he headed towards his destination.

“Where are you going?” you asked brightly, and he smiled. Every ounce of disappointment had already left your tone, which only egged him on.

He stopped next to the stove and pulled out his stereo, the one you had gotten him exactly a year ago, and pressed play. He turned the dial slightly to the right, and the familiar baritone of Frank Sinatra drifted throughout the apartment. He then slowly made his way back to you, your body language showing him your eagerness, before he pulled you to your feet and wrapped your arms around his neck. A blush crept up your neck once more, and Bucky kissed the side of your mouth as he began to sway to the tune.

The same exhale of relief you always brought him exited from your lips that time, and you tucked your head into Bucky’s chest. Right over his heartbeat. He held you tightly, warming from the inside out, and placed his chin on your head. Completely surrounding you in him.

He had never felt so complete in his life.

As he swayed with you, copious amounts of sweet nothings came to his mind, and he nearly spilled them all. But something about the mix of the music with the silence of your voices felt like communication enough. It was as though you were speaking a language together, through your own brains and your own hearts, that this was all you needed. Just the feeling of being pressed against each other, snowed in on Christmas Eve, with nothing but brightness to look forward to. This feeling of “what could go wrong” used to fill him with gut-wrenching dread, but now, with you in his arms, he had the strength to push that all away, and just live.

You mumbled something against the fabric of his maroon sweater, but he couldn’t quite catch it.

“What was that baby?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Why didn’t we think of this sooner?”

He smiled, laughing deeply, and whispered, “I don’t know.”

You pulled away from him to look into his eyes, still swaying. “Can this be a new tradition?”

He smiled down at you, framing your face in his hands, before pressing a firm kiss to your mouth. “Of course baby. Whatever you want.”

You smiled up at him, and he noticed a thin line of tears beginning to mist below your perfect eyes. Like icicles dangling from trees against a bright blue sky. Luckily for him, he knew they were from pure goodness and gratitude.

He kissed you again. And again. And again. Before whispering against your lips. “I love you.”

You pulled him in deeper by his collar, beginning to back him up against the couch, and whispered, “I love you too. Merry Christmas.”

He ran his hands down your body, continuing his life-long mission to have you completely memorized, before picking you up and carrying you the rest of the way, laying you down on the couch gently. He used the strength of his metallic arm to keep you steady as he laid you, while using the delicacy of his right to keep your face pressed against his. Your skin on his was an addiction, one he would never go through withdrawal for.

He entangled himself on top of you, kissing you harshly before pulling back to look at you. Red in the face, swollen lips, and a blissed out smile.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” he responded, before diving back in.

Out of one hundred and six Christmas Eves, that one was by far the best.

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@leahkenobi

#bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #marvel fanfic writer #marvel fanfic rec #marvel #bonky barnes

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Fic Rec Masterlist

Note: Check the rules of each blog before reading please!! Enjoy 💗

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[iamsherlocked1479]

Something more

Pairing: Dr Strange x f!Reader

Summary: y/n is a student getting ready for a christmas party at kamar-taj and a certain sourcer takes a special interest in her.

Word count: 2.8K words

Genre: meeting at a party, smut, aingst/18+

Warnings: NSFW, eating out, sexual content, swearing

A/N: well I haven't written smut in a while so i wanted to, thought i'd male it festive as its the festive season. Enjoy!

The halls to the sanctum had been decorated perfectly, you didn’t know what made it perfect but it just was. How the sourcers had made an over five hundred year old temple look like the modern christmas winter wonderland it had become must have been, well, sorcery. The walls were dimly lit by thousands of tiny Christmas lights and the snow was pushed neatly into piles with tiny snowmen guarding the paths. Kamar-taj itself has become the perfect winter destination, and for a young apprentice it would be the perfect party to end the year. 

Your breath escaped into the cold air as you leant out your chamber window admiring the work of the masters. You turned to examine the dress you had picked out specifically to wear tonight, the theme was obviously christmas and while you were not always the most Christmassy dresser during the season you finally settled on a bright scarlett dress that made the oceanic sapphires of your eyes really pop. You weren’t willing to openly admit it but you were hoping the dress would help you get laid, it had been six full months since you had any intimate contact with anyone. Well technically it was five years and eight months but you could discount the five years of being blipped and two months of realising literally anyone close to you had either moved away or sadly passed.

That's exactly what led you here, you bumped into Master Wong on the way out of the cemetery after spending two hours crying over the loss of your mother, which of course was expected. You remember exactly how he responded to a teary eyed girl smacking right into him and his less amused friend, who also happened to be a respected master (but that information will be discussed later), he wasn’t angry or offended like his accomplice. He was quite the opposite, forgiving and welcoming, offering you a place in kamar-taj to learn the ways of mystic arts. Of course at first you insisted you’d be fine and didn’t need to be part of any cults on the other side of the world, but after a rough night of heavy drinking and a questionable looking one night stand curiosity got the better of you and here you are six months later hoping an expensive dress will get you laid. 

But by the looks of it, it was exactly what it was designed for. When women look at it, they imagine how it will make their figure look or boobs pop. But this dress, this was the kind of dress that caught the attention of men who would spend the whole night calculating how easy it would be to get off. If it was the kind of dress that would allow them to slip their hand between your thighs or if it would allow them quick access to the goods in the bathroom. And yes, yes it did all of those things and that's exactly why your touched deprived ass decided to pick that dress, hopefully it didn’t attract the attention of the elders.

You spent a couple hours showering and preparing your makeup while waiting for your two friends to knock on your door and when they did their eyes widened.

“Oh my god y/n that dress is stunning look what it does for your figure!” they both gasped 

“Well that's kind of the idea.” you say awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. You follow the snowmen down the path to where the sounds of laughter and fancy versions of Christmas music echoed from the warmly lit courtyard. The large wooden doors were pulled open by magic revealing small fires neatly placed everywhere trying to regain some heat. Most people were huddled in small groups discussing the year or plans they had made for the holidays. Instinctively you and your friends went to the boys of your group who were already there, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the passing servers. You saw the effect of your dress working, Thomas, one of your close friends eyed you constantly as the group laughed. Maybe he would be tonight's main course, without expecting you had already drained your first drink. 

“Excuse me.” you wave your hand at the passing servant who completely blanks you as she heads straight for Wong who was busy hugging someone who awkwardly hugged back. You follow the servant towards them who continues to blank you as you try to stop them.

“Strange! I wasn’t expecting you this evening.” Wong cheered. He pulled back revealing Master Strange, protector of the New York sanctum who looked like a child whose mother had forced him to appear at the family dinner.

“Excuse me” you mutter again to the servant who still paid no attention to you.

“Well I knew if i didn’t come tonight i would be forced to come to the new years eve party.” he paused while taking a drink from his cup. “Excuse me, madam, will you please give the young lady her drink so she can stop circling us.” he asked the server who stood confused looking around for who he was talking about. “For god's sake, allow me.” he tutted and grabbed a champagne glass and began heading in your direction, you froze, panicking, you didn't want to interrupt them, you just wanted a drink. He held out the glass to you and smiled “what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here huh.” he smiled. You took the drink cautiously and then said the worst possible thing could have happened.

“You're welcome” you say taking the drink from his hand, what the hell was that? walk away, walk away now. You turned and swifty made your escape keeping your eyes locked on your friend Lauren who witnessed the whole thing, she found it quite the comedy show. You hide your face in her shoulder as she laughed

“Oh my god , there goes my chances of shadowing one of the most experienced members of the mystic arts.” you say drowning in your own shame.

“Hey at least your dress is working.” she points out the way that Strange’s eyes had not left your figure since your embarrassing encounter.

“Yeah but he’s at least ten years older than me.” You watched him closely.

“Older men have experience.” she nudged you playfully and you both laughed. 

The evening progressed rather smoothly, with the servants finally focusing on others so your supply of champagne was never low. Your eyes would occasionally drift over to the more experienced sourcers who’s laughter echoed through the courtyard and every time it did, Stange’s eyes would somehow find their way to you and your scarlet dress. You wondered what it would be like for him to fuck you, he looked like the kind of man who knew what he was doing and would definitely waste no time in removing your dress. But maybe that's what he put out to the world, perhaps he was the complete opposite, and would spend his time exploring every inch of your body, either way you would be happy to find out. Like Lauren said he would for sure have the experience of an older man.

By now your taste for champagne had grown weak and you yearned for something with more of a kick, your eyes averted to the bar and most importantly the stools, your shoes were devouring your feet and you could only take so much. You slump down into the stool and let out a subtle sigh of relief.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, placing a glass down he had been polishing.

“I think she’ll have water.” a deep husky voice answered for you, you turned to see master Strange leaning on the bar next to you smiling softly at the bartender who looked at you for a reply.

“I’m sorry what gives you the right” You say mildly offended

“I just watched you down four champagnes in one hour” he smirked.

“And what's stopping me from going to get another one now?” you both look at the server who stood in the doorway at the opposite side of the room.

“Absolutely nothing.” he did the same annoying smirk again before nodding his head to the door “go on.”

“That's besides the point why do you get to stop me?” you ask insulted, he gently grabbed your arm and pulled himself closer to your ear and spoke softly.

“Because when I ask you to come home with me so I can take that dress off you, I’d like you to be conscious so I don't feel guilty.” His tone released a swarm of butterflies into your gut and your mouth grew dry. You call over the bartender

“Two waters please.” The bartender nodded and placed two water glasses in front of the two of you and left you to your conversation.

“So I guess my friend was correct, you have been staring at me all night.” You take a small sip of the cold water whilst watching Strange run his long dexterous fingers around the rim of his glass wiping the condensation forming at the sides.

“I also wanted to apologise for being so rude when we met a few months ago, I was the guy who seemed more than irritated when you bumped into us ( I told you we’d get to that.)” You hadn’t listened to a word he said. Your sole focus was imaging what his fingers could do and why he had such large scars running down them. “Like i said, i’m sorry” he rubbed your shoulder gently snapping you out of your trance.

“No worries, I'm sorry the laughter of strangers is completely throwing me off.” you laugh swallowing the last of your drink.

“Then let's get some air.” He held out his hand and you gladly took it.The cold air hit you both sharply causing him to act in the most gentlemanly way. “You must be cold in that dress, here.” He removed his jacket revealing how well his white shirt fitted around his unexpected muscular frame, fitting perfectly around his tall stature. In that moment you took in Master Strange his grey stripes that highlighted each side of his hairline and how his goatee was neatly trimmed. You wandered if when and if he went down on you you would feel the roughness of his head between you.

“Thank you” you finally answer. You head to the balcony where it's quiet, “It’s beautiful” You were right the full moon casted its bright light over the crowded city of Tibet, the usually busy daytime was tamed and quiet during the night.

“I used to come up here to practise my spells” He said, eyeing the view. You look at him curiously trying to imagine what he was like, surely a master this experience caught on almost instantly. He noticed you staring and did the same smiling smugly.

“What?” you ask

“Nothing, just admiring the view. God my coat looks amazing on you, it really completes the look. A perfect addition on my part.” He brushed your shoulders, wiping off the snow that was begging to fall softly around you. Your eyes locked on his soft pink lips, wondering how they’d taste. An unexpected force brought you together, lips locking as his tongue entered your mouth. Your eyes closed as he pulled you in wrapping his arms around your body, you felt a sudden wave of warmth. You opened your eyes to the sight of the warm  quiet aura of the New York sanctum, unlike the rest of the sanctums it hadn’t been decorated with christmas decorations. It was just the same old sanctum and something about that felt calm and organised.

“So I assume you’re not the festive kind of man Strange?” you aks chuckling slightly

“I find holidays and parties distract people from their work.” He said walking to the fireplace and lighting it with ease. “And it's Stephen by the way, I figured if you wanted to spend the night you might as well know my name. That is if you want to.” he sat comfortably in an armchair crossing his leg securely over the other.

“If i didn’t then i would have got another champagne, and i think you should know that my name is y/n.” you smile flirtatiously and slide his jacket off your shoulders. You throw it towards him and he jumps regaining consciousness after watching you glide into the chair opposite him. “So tell me Stephen do you often bring women home after eyeing them all evening?” you circulate your fingers on the arm of the chair smiling at his face watching them glide over the seams.

“Quite the opposite, I only came because I have to show my face every year at least once or they start to think I'm dead. And if i didn't come to this one i think Wong would have brought the party to me.” he laughed

“I wouldn't have minded it.” you got up and walked over to him and pulled him up. Your mouths locked once again, only this time he ran his arms up to the zip of your dress, you followed his actions and began working on each button of his silk white shirt. He pulled away and opened a portal to his room and you both pushed each other to the bed laughing and joking. You step out of your dress and lay down on the bed watching him undress and thats when you realised you where about to make love for the first time, of course you’d fucked before but that was just your body. Now it was so much more you wanted this to be with your heart, your heart had never been involved with the other men before. You could only hope that he was putting more than his body into this as well. All of your thoughts disappeared when he began his work on you he started at you lips before moving down to your neck sucking on the sweet spot allowing a small moan to escape from your lips, his own purrs sent a ripple down your spine as he moved down you your breasts, the bristles of his goatee tickled you nipples,he moved across them but quickly moving down your abdomen to the centrepiece of you body. His eyes darkened with lust as he removed your black panties

“My, Myn y/n. Look at how wet you are for me already” he growled before diving in between your folds twirling his tongue around your delicate clit. He began to light a fuse within you drawing you closer and to a climax.

“Oh fuck Stephen keep doing that, i’m going to cum.” you moan. He pulled away with a devilish smile.

“I don't want you to cum until my cock is deep inside you.” He pulled off his trousers revealing his neatly groomed thick cock that slapped fully erect onto his abdomen. He grabbed you ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he stepped off and plunged himself deep into you. His cock filled every one of your walls until he was balls deep within you, the answer to the question you asked yourself earlier was slowly being revealed he fucked you hard with passion unlike you had ever felt before and it was amazing. He wrapped his arms around your thighs somehow managing to increase the pleasure into a whole new level.

“F-fuck, fuck me Stephen Strange.” You could feel your walls tightening around him as your breathing became irregular and the spark ignited again.

“Oh fuck darling I love the way your pussy tightens around my cock when you cum.” he fucked you through your orgasm moaning along with you. His pace began to grow irregular until he became close to his own climax. He stuttered and pulled himself from you and released hot white ropes onto your stomach slouching over you. He summoned up a cloth and wiped his mess of you and laid next to your paralysed self, exhausted from the events that had unfolded. “I’m not done with you yet, I want you to stay. I want to taste you again.” moved his hand reaching out to stroke your head that you had placed on his stomach. 

“If you insist” you smile and sit over his face and grip the head board as he begins his feast. His goatee brushed against your folds causing you to bite down tightly with your teeth on the oak headboard of his bed. The pair of you moaned and fucked for the next few hours stopping breifly to eat. 

By morning you lay in his arms watching the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth from his body awakened something you hadn't felt since before Thanos. It was a sense of safety and belonging, you had already made your mark in his life, the bite marks of his headboard were a clear example, but the way he held you in his arms was a clear sign that this wouldn’t just end up being a one night stand.

It was something more.

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[gracieastarr]

I’m desperately trying to find a specific fic and I’m losing my mind… it’s a Steve Rogers x Reader (I’m not 100% sure but I think reader is Tony’s daughter?) fic where they’re on the run after Civil War, and I think they’re staying in a motel together? I’m pretty sure it’s two parts, and they sleep together in the first one and he feels guilty or something and gives reader the cold shoulder until they talk about what happened in the second part… please help!

Edit: I think there’s also a point where they go to a diner and a waitress there is flirting with him?

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[ofasgardandalfheim]

Of Asgard & Alfheim Masterlist

Loki & The Siren

WIP - Prequel to Lightning Over the Sea

A/N: This fic was supposed to be maybe 6 chapters long, but I think I'm up to around 15. While I know how it will end, it's going to take longer than I thought to get there... ✍️(◔◡◔) All links go to the full chapters on Archive of Our Own

This is the story about how you met and fell in love with Loki, hundreds of years before the events in Avengers, while his family was visiting Alfheim, where you were a siren.

It is a companion piece to Lightning Over the Sea-Redux to give more insight into your past and relationship with Loki.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

Lightning Over the Sea

COMPLETE - Part One of the series All links go to the full chapters on Archive of Our Own

You have spent centuries consolidating power - usually subtly - sometimes a little more brazenly. You were most recently made a Queen of the Dark Fae - but you didn’t start out that way. You were once only a siren, singing your song to sailors passing by in Alfheim, feeding on their longing for you. But it wasn’t enough for you, and you spent the past many centuries (honestly, you’ve lost count) building your powers and abilities to a level that you are not even sure of at this point. You are essentially a Goddess, here on Midgard. You’re a little scared to test the limits, but this is a comfort to you. No one will ever take advantage of you again without your consent.

But that’s another story for another day.

This is the story of how you ended up teaming up with The Avengers and meeting the man who would change everything.

Chapter One: Who the Hell is that Woman?!

Chapter Two: Was that an innuendo, Captain?

Chapter Three: Well met, your majesty.

Chapter Four: Can we keep her?

Chapter Five: Or maybe you could stay right here, and we could both get a little…' release'?

Chapter Six: Chill out, Hawkeye.

Chapter Seven: We are not people, my love. We are gods.

Chapter Eight: I’m doing my best to want you less. So don’t make it more difficult.

Chapter Nine: I can only promise right now.

Chapter Ten: How thoroughly are you planning to test me, Captain? Because I tend to use all of my skills on the battlefield.

Chapter Eleven: All this violence is a real turn-on and all, but can you please stop and explain to me what the hell is going on?

Chapter Twelve: It begins on a beautiful day in Alfheim when an innocent young prince stumbles upon a devious Siren...

Chapter Thirteen: Do you delight so much in torturing me?

Chapter Fourteen: What they mean to say is they almost fucked my entire building down

Chapter Fifteen: "I didn't realize you still cared so much, love.” “Pfff, yes you did."

Chapter Sixteen: I will make you mine on a deeper level than you ever thought possible. It is up to you if you will let it ruin you or save you.

Chapter Seventeen: I can not escape you.

Chapter Eighteen: In my experience, it is best to stay away from the green one.

Chapter Nineteen: I don’t know whether I should be impressed or terrified.

Chapter Twenty: I don't know who you think you are, bub, but you are not my friend.

Chapter Twenty-One: Do your worst, Odinson.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Why do I know you?

Chapter Twenty-Three: The pleasure is all mine.

Chapter Twenty-Four: I think I would crawl through all of Hel and back if it led me to your arms.

Chapter Twenty-Five: "Can I go now? I have a date with a pretty girl." Chapter Twenty-Six: "Could you be more vague and mysterious about it?" Bonus: Special Edition of the Daily Journal

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[remarcely]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47022043/chapters/118460551

The Mysterious Mystery of one Thalia Grace:

“Where are we?”

“Hm?” She glanced up.

“This doesn’t look like a Helicopter, Nat.” He snorted and limply gestured to the interior of the hut.

“Some shack, I don’t know. We didn’t have a lot of options.” She tucked the end of the bandage into the rest and took a deep breath.

“Eh, we’ve had worse.”

“Come here, let me check your head.” Natasha went to stand but faltered when her boot crunched against glass. She lifted her shoe, only to find a broken picture frame coated in glass and a heavy layer of dust “What the…” She shook her head, not important.

Clint was fine, if a little concussed, and the only problem was the bleeding. She wrapped it as best she could with such a small first aid pack and told him to lie still, before reaching down to the picture frame. It was entirely shattered and the backing fell away when she tried to lift it. The picture, a little ripped, flittered free and was snatched from the air by Natasha's quick reflexes.

Whatever had been shown in the frame wasn’t the entire picture, one end folded behind. On the clearer sun-discoloured part was a young girl holding a toddler on her lap at a picnic. The girl was maybe nine or ten, her hair was short and an unbrushed black. She had clip on earrings, something cheap, and a large baggy band t-shirt. The boy in her arms, around two, looked nothing like her. He had blonde hair was grinning so wide Natasha was concerned it hurt, especially with the new scar on his lip.

On the hidden part, there was a woman. She was smiling too, but it looked more like a pose as she made eyes for the camera. The lady was holding the camera in a selfie, her kids behind her just in frame, with the little girl glaring something fierce her way.

Natasha flipped it around, wondering if there was anything written on the back, and lowered the photo slowly when Clint gasped. He didn’t try to sit up, a wise choice, but did start making grabby hands for the picture. Slowly, she handed it to him, and watched curiously when he snatched it up, holding it ridiculously close to his face. Maybe he was hit harder than they thought.

“That’s Beryl- whatshername.” He clicked his fingers, frustrated, and screwed up his eyes in thought “Uh, George, Gar-something, Grace! That’s it, Beryl Grace.”

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HI GUYS

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You know what I miss?

All the MCU content and the fics we had because of that on 2021. Just when I thought my love for Marvel was almost none existed we get all those series, and that was the year I started reading Marvel fics :')

And now my love for the MCU has started to fade again... Hope that changes with the oncoming movies with the characters I like.

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