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americas-ass-writing · 1 year

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Invisible

Steve Rogers x avenger!reader (-ish)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: The newest member of the avengers feels invisible. A shitty mission and social media brings her to her breaking point. See what happens when she confronts the team.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death (briefly)

A/N: not me dipping for like two years and returning. Sorry it took me so long, I'll try to write more often now. Hope you enjoy this little one shot that was caused by me feeling invisible.

Another mission successfully completed. It's your fifth mission as an Avenger and you couldn't be happier that it's over.

Two weeks, two exhausting weeks with Hydra finding their single brain cell and not being predictable this time. But it's over now, you can return home to the tower and spend time with... no one.

The Avengers were nice, they really were. Welcoming you with open arms, always striking up conversation when you were around but you couldn't miss that no one ever asked you to spend time with them besides the team activities. They didn't mean it, you're sure of that but you can't stop the pang in your heart when Wanda and Nat make shopping plans right in front of you and don't invite you. Or when Steve and Bucky plan a little day trip and think of inviting Sam to come along but not you who was sitting right next to him on the couch.

More than once the delivery person forgot your food. Steve was always nice enough to share one of his three portions with you but not even the delivery person struck you as important enough to remember your order.

You find yourself in the hallway after the debrief. Everyone was tired, exhausted and done. Your eyes flicker over the little friend groups building to walk back to the common area together. Clint who has been shot hanging off Natasha's shoulder, laughing at something she said. Sam and Bucky bickering with Steve walking between them like an over exhausted dad. Tony and Bruce talking big ideas to improve suits, weapons and the team. Wanda and Vision lost in each other, holding hands. And then there was you. Standing in the hallway, surrounded by people, watching and still feeling utterly alone. Agents flutter around you, not even giving you a glance. Sometimes you just feel so invisible... So unimportant. Like you shouldn't even be a member of this team.

Tired feet carry you to your room, you take the route that's longer but it avoids the common area. Your heart can only take so much. And all you need right now is a hot shower, your bed and mindless scrolling through social media. You're not even in the mood to eat lunch. At least not in the common room. The stash of protein bars under your bed will have to do.

So you take a long warm shower, letting the water run over your body while Taylor Swift's voice fills the room alongside the humidity that lets the mirror fog. You dry yourself, slip into comfy pyjamas and soon enough your head meets your pillow. You breathe in the scent of home and crawl under the comforter. Finally your hand reaches for your phone. You've been gone for a while, you probably missed some things. Your phone starts up slowly and some notifications come through. You have missed emails -most of them newsletters-, a few notifications of Instagram -celebrities and acquaintances posting things- and no one reaching out to you personally. Your eyes fall shut for a moment as your heart breaks a little more. You really thought you're a decent human being... Why did no one like you? Why did no one think of you?

Your thumb hovers over the Instagram icon, trying to decide if you should open the app. With a sigh you open it, a little mindless scrolling could do no harm. Right?

Wrong. Somehow you land on the official avengers account. Your eyes scanning the pictures. There has been one new post while you were gone - a picture of the team minus you. Wasn't your portrait supposed to be posted to announce you as a new member? Maybe they had to push it back... Or maybe they didn't want you on the account. Would explain why you're the one who's cropped out of the group picture. The caption mentions something about the team answering questions soon and telling people to comment what they always wanted to know. You know that Instagram comment sections are a different kind of world. One that can be really positive or just down right toxic. Yet you still click into it, curious what questions you'd find.

Some of them ask for Natasha's makeup routine, a lot ask for Steve to finally post a shirtless picture on his account, some ask why Bucky always looks so grumpy. There's genuinely nice questions asking for self defense tips or if they can come to schools to visit kids. And then there's the comments that are just plain rude, insulting about any member of the team. And then there's this one...

Cropped the new girl out already huh? Knew that ugly incompetent chick wasn't made for this team. Good riddance.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn't tear your eyes off it. Your pupils scan over the words again and again and again. Till hot tears spilled. Till you completely lost it as an ugly sob tore through you. You weren't good enough for this team, for your family, for your friends, for anyone or anything in this world. You were invisible and you always would be.

Logically you knew that keeping all of this in and being exhausted by the two week long mission was causing this break down. If you would have told someone you felt this way, things would be different. But your emotions got the better of you. Which is how you found yourself on a very determined march to the common area. Jammies on, your phone clutched in your hand, tears streaming down your hardened face. Your brain didn't even process your way here, you just suddenly found yourself in front of the avengers who were eating dinner - without you. You're met with some concerned faces but before anyone can say anything your words cut the thick air.

"I quit." You say, voice wobblier than you intended. The lump in your throat growing by the second. "What? Y/N what brought this on? I know the mission was hard but..." before a very concerned Steve could finish his sentence you cut him off. "This isn't about the fucking mission, Rogers." Your voice is full of venom. "This is about... You know what this is about this" you wave your hand around the room. Gazes turn to confusion. "And this!" You shove your phone into Steve's face, the group picture you've been cropped out of on the display.

"A picture of us? I don't... Understand..." Steve breaks the silence after a moment. "A picture of you. You guys and oh would you look at that... A little bit of my sleeve over there." You point out. "I've been cropped out." You explain further.

"Alright firecracker you know we're not responsible for the account. That's the social teams doing." Tony jumps in. "Yeah. Yeah you're right. You know what's your doing though?" You say as you retract your phone out of Steve's face. You slide it in your pocket and take a steadying breath. "Not inviting me to join activities, not telling the fucking delivery guy that maybe, just maybe there's a new member on the team after he forgot my food for the third fucking time in a row. Skipping my turn to pick a god damn movie because you all forgot to tell me you're doing an improv movie night. Walking back from a debrief in your little groups, none of you even thinking of just waiting a second so I can at least walk with someone. Oh and this. You're having dinner, the team, and who wasn't here until she stormed in? Me." You didn't realise that your voice got louder, the frustration got the better of you. "And it's not just this. No one thinks I belong here. No one in the comments of that post, not the press... Hell, even Friday still calls me recruit. If you don't want a new member on the team just say so. I'll leave. You'll never see me again. I'll turn invisible like I always feel... Like I am." you add quietly now, not even sure if anyone but you heard it. The lump in your throat is impossibly thick and finally it completed its mission and tore another sob from you. It hurts. It hurts to not belong. It hurts to be invisible. There's a short silence before the scraping of a chair on the floor fills the air. Mere seconds later you're wrapped up in strong arms, pulling you into a much needed hug. A large hand rubs your back.

"This is... We don't want you to leave. We... I never noticed we did that... You're just... It has been so long since we added a new member... This is a bullshit excuse I know. I'm sorry." Steve mumbles into your hair. His warmth seeps into your body as your tears wet his shirt. "Why didn't you tell us earlier? You know you can always come to me to talk" he adds softly after a moment. You let out a shaky breath. And another... And another, trying to find your voice after this pathetic performance. "I..." you croak out and immediately stop. Steve's hand rubs up and down your back.

"I felt the same way." The voice of Wanda pulls your face out of Steve's chest, your watery eyes finding hers. "I joined the team after my brother died. I've always been with him. I never felt alone but... Then I did. And believe me they don't do it on purpose. They have their little groups inside of this big one and they don't immediately think about including someone new. I'm sorry that I didn't think about it." She says softly. "I always felt alone in the beginning, I never got invited to go places, the press tore me apart because this random European with weird powers was suddenly a member of the earth's mightiest heroes, the social team didn't post my introduction portrait... I also wanted to quit but... then they organised a dinner with Paprikash... They made it for me because they thought I was homesick... and I realised that they do care about me. And I promise you, we do care about you. Steve made sure to tell the restaurant twice to not forget your order today." She points to the unopened container. "And when Nat wanted to get you for dinner she heard that you were showering and then we assumed you just needed some time for yourself."

Your eyes wander over the concerned faces of the team, then back to Wanda, then to the container of food, then finally to Steve. "You told them to remember my food?" You whisper. He nods immediately.

"Not because I don't like to share mine! Because I thought you'd like yours more and it happened three times already and I..." He gets cut off as you hug him back with a bit too much force. "Thank you" you whisper before you let him go and look at the team. "I'm sorry for the outburst... I... should have said something earlier but I… I felt so invisible and it's not like many people care about me in general and then I read some comments under the post and I... My brain shut off." You look down at your bare feet, not brave enough to face any of them.

"Friday? Please call Y/N firecracker from now on." Tony was the first to speak and as you looked at him in surprise he just gave you a smirk before going back to his food. Other team members give you smiles, small nods, Clint even signs that it's all good to you.

Steve's warm hand finds the small of your back and leads you to the table, to your unassigned spot right next to him. Both of you sit down and you open your food, your heart fills as you see your order. Low chatter fills the room as you eat. Wanda invites you to go shopping the next day, Sam invites you to mario kart after dinner. You feel stupid, oh so stupid. You should have just said something earlier. This all could have been avoided.

"I know why your portrait didn't get posted yet." You frown as you look at Bucky who simply smiles. "Stevie here…" his hand falls on the shoulder of his friend. Steve's eyes fill with dread, his ears turn pink. "...knows that you weren't happy with it. So he told the social team to hold off posting it until he can sketch a new portrait of you." His lips are parted in a shit eating grin. Steve is blushing madly, trying to hide it by staring at the tabletop. His fists clenching.

"You... Want to draw a portrait of me?" You ask softly, looking at the blonde next to you. After a few seconds he simply nods, his eyes still fixed on the table. "Because I didn't like the one the photographer took?" your lips pull into a small smile as he gives you another nod. "Why would you do that?" you ask softly.

"Because he has a big fat..." Bucky starts but is quickly interrupted by a death glare of his blonde friend. The former assassin gets out of his seat and proceeds to put some distance between the two super soldiers, Steve's eyes follow him with the same warning glance.

"...crush on you." Bucky finishes and immediately takes off running. Steve's chair falls to the floor as he jumps up to run after him. Your eyes follow the two of them, Bucky's snickers and Steve's curses filling the air.

Maybe... Just maybe you weren't invisible after all.

And you knew you weren't when Steve found you later that night with the sketch of you in his hand and a confession on his lips.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 8 months

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Taken Under His Wing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Teenager!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Platonic (Big bro figure steve x teen reader) In the middle of quarantine everyone is bored or doing their thing like bruce and tomy joining in to help make a vaccine, wanda and vision trying dishes . Little miss y/n thought its a good idea to do cosplay this time its her brother figure Steve she sneakily used his sheild when she finished her cosplay suit inspired by him . Steve was finished doing his workout routine he plans on sketching with y/n only to find shes not there So is his sheild his eyes went wide and ran to her room only to see her posing for a pic and her cosplay she made is seen. Steve is amazed and chill . He and peter showed her comic con a year after she was free from stryker (shes a mutant with fire manipulation) he sneaked behind her and lol got shy" sorry steb had to complete the cosplay 🥹"

Summary: While stuck in quarantine, everyone does their own thing. Being the youngest Avenger with a power you can't control means you get to stay in a lot. Somehow, you find things to keep you occupied.

Squares Filled: social media (1) for @happystevebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Life use to be freeing. You used to be able to go outside and enjoy the breeze on your skin along with millions of other people. Beaches would be filled to the brim with families, couples, and people who wanted to enjoy the warm water. Stores would be packed with people trying to get their groceries before the end of the day. Life used to be whatever you wanted it to be.

That is before COVID-19 hit.

The entire world was on lockdown. People weren't allowed to go to public places without a mask, only a certain amount of people were allowed in stores, a lot of items were suffering from a shortage because of hoarding, and a lot of people were stuck at home with nothing to do. Food delivery services, online stores, and YouTube have become the future for most people.

For you, it was hell. Crime had gone down significantly since people were scared to go outside for fear the virus would get them. There was no need for the Avengers to save people as often as you did before the virus.

Most of the Avengers all in one place with nothing to do equals a lot of bad things. Tony and Bruce got to work in the labs to see what kinds of things they can create without having another Ultron incident, Wanda and Vision are in their lover phase, Bucky and Sam are seeing how much shit they can stir without getting yelled at by Tony, Natasha and Clint are busy relaxing since they don’t get that luxury often, and Steve is training and working out since he never knows when a mission will come up.

You’re just trying not to get in anyone’s way. You’re the youngest Avenger even with Peter on the team. He’s fifteen and you’re slightly younger at the same age. He’s a few months older than you are, so everyone saw you as the baby of the team, but you don’t feel like it. Alongside Pietro and Wanda, you were part of Stryker’s experiments. You three were the only ones that survived and the only ones that mattered to him.

Wanda got the magic, Pietro got the speed, and you got the fire but unlike the twins, you weren't taught how to use your powers. You always failed every single one of Stryker’s tests and he’d often pick on you. Wanda was the only one who stuck up for you and helped you so when her brother died, you two became even closer.

She’s your best friend and you don’t know what you’d do without her. She’s the reason why you were allowed on the team even though you had no idea what you were doing. Everyone has been so nice toward you since you arrived, especially Steve. He’s the one who you grew attached to outside of Wanda.

You’re not allowed on the big missions but you can go on the small ones with other Avengers. You have to be able to practice your powers in and out of a controlled environment. It’s usually with Wanda so she can use her magic to contain your fire if you ever get out of hand, but you’ve been practicing a lot recently so you feel confident to go on some alone.

You know, if the world ever goes back to normal.

You and Peter often send each other videos of things you two find on TikTok to make each other laugh and one of the things you got really into is Comic-Con. You’ve never been to a convention like that but you’d like to go and dress up and experience your favorite characters with people who love the same characters. They even have an Avengers Con where people can dress up like their favorite superhero and hopefully catch a glimpse of the real hero. Tony, Peter, Thor, Sam, and Clint love going to those places to meet fans and try to fool others by wearing their costumes. The rest tend to stay out of the limelight.

If you were to ever go to one, you’d love to dress up like Captain America after the man who took you under his wing.

Speaking of the Captain, he’s in the training room focusing on bettering his moves and gaining more muscle like he needs it. He’s been training all week like he has someplace he needs to be, and he’s about to start another set when he remembered what he promised you at the beginning of the week. You love drawing, sketching, and painting and Steve has always wanted to learn how to do that. He said he’d sit down and draw with you if you taught him how to be better at it.

He leaves the gym and showers quickly so he can have the rest of the day with you. He checks the kitchen first and finds Wanda and Vision trying to cook. The kitchen is a mess with food ingredients covering the entire kitchen island.

“We’ll clean this up,” Wanda giggles when she sees Steve’s look.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Last I saw she was in her room.”

“Thanks.”

He has to pass by his room to get to yours and he pauses by his door when he notices something missing. He sees the spot where he keeps his most prized possession which isn’t there. He continues on his way to your room where he finds you in the corner wearing a homemade Captain America costume. You’re looking at yourself in the mirror with the shield in front of you. You’re kind of struggling to keep it upright since it’s very heavy for someone like you. Steve has all these muscles that can carry things like these, which you’ve always been envious of that.

You look over the details of your costume and notice Steve standing by the bedroom door. You gasp and drop the shield on the ground while trying to figure out an excuse as to why you have it.

“I was just--you weren't using it--I figured--”

“Y/N, calm down,” Steve chuckles.

“I needed it to complete the look.”

“You look good. You did a good job. It looks a lot like mine.” You grin proudly at him and allow him to take his shield back. “I thought we were going to draw.”

“We were and still are. I wanted to try this on. I’ve been working really hard on it. Do you think it’s good enough for Comic-Con?”

“Yeah, but who knows when Comic-Con is going to be available again. What we can do now is draw.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I promise not to burn the canvasses this time like last time.”

“I don’t know, the charred edges made it look better,” Steve smiles.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and gives you an encouraging smile. You couldn’t ask for a better mentor than him.

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let-them-fight · 4 months

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can we stop doing this trope

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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"My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire."- Jane Austen

next fic coming soon...

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Dinner, Flirt and Jealousy | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> Steve likes to flirt with you, but you always feel Bucky looking at you when his best friend is near you. When he has the change during a dinner to have you for himself, he confesses his feelings and makes you his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, smut, noncon/dubcon (just to be safe), kinda public sex, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, oral (male!receiving), kinda praises, bit of possessive!Bucky

Wordcount -> 2.1k

Request -> Heyy!! Can you make a story about where the Avengers are on dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Everyone is talking and Steve flirts/ says something that makes her blush and Bucky gets jealous. 1) Trope, 1) version of Bucky and 13) Kink

A/N -> Hey, thank you so much for the request. I hope you like what I made out of it. My requests are open, feel free to send an ask, I also take requests for the Bucky Barnes Smut Menu.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Smut Menu | Sweet & Spicy Bingo | Fandom-Free Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The Avengers and you are in a restaurant; you’re sitting next to Steve, who looks really interested in you. You two are best friends, but something changed in the way he is looking at you. Sometimes it feels like he wants more than just to be your best friend.

His hand lays next to yours, and he moves it inch by inch closer until his fingers touch yours. Steve leans closer and blows against your sensitive skin under your ear. You shiver slightly, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“You look adorable; I think you would also look beautiful when you carry my babies inside of you,” he tells you, kissing your cheek softly.

“Steve,” you chuckle and punch his arm softly.

He shrugs with his flirty smile on his lips and turns back to the conversation of the other Avengers. No matter how often you say no to his flirts, he always tries it again and makes you blush or laugh whenever he can.

When you turn around, you see two steel-blue eyes staring at you. The owner of them is sitting on the opposite side of the table. His jaw is clenching, and his hands on the table are formed into fists.

You roll your eyes at him, annoyed. You hate him so much. Whenever someone is flirting with you, Bucky is there, and something about him gives them a reason to run away. You don’t know why he doesn’t want someone to flirt with you, and whenever you ask, he just looks at you and turns around.

“Stevie?” you ask, and your best friend turns around with a big smile forming on his lips.

“What’s up?”

“I really want a kiss. Do you want to kiss me?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, showing Steve that Bucky is doing the staring thing again.

The two of you already talked about it, and Steve offered you some options so Bucky would maybe stop staring at you. Maybe when he thinks you're dating Steve.

Your best friend chuckles and leans closer. His lips almost brush yours, and you hear the low growl from Bucky. You capture Steve’s cheeks and pull him closer; his lips meet yours, and he kisses you passionately.

The other Avengers ignore the two of you; they are just talking about some things you don’t really know because you don’t listen to them.

Steve pulls away from you, his cheeks slightly red. You feel Bucky still staring at you; he would probably like to jump over the table and push Steve away, but it’s his best friend.

You turn your head and see the brown-haired man’s hand clenching around his class. You wonder when it will break in his tight grip.

“I need to pee,” you whisper into Steve’s ear, and he nods.

You stand up and walk through the floor, which leads to the toilets. When you reach the floor, you hear a glass breaking, knowing that Bucky's tight grip broke the glass, and he is probably wet from the water now.

Before you think more about it, you make your way through the toilets. Maybe you should have known that he needed to dry himself. So you walk into the small room.

When you’re almost finished, you hear the door open again, probably another woman who needs to use the restroom. You walk out of it, making your way to the sinks. When you wash your hands and look into the mirror, suddenly Bucky stands behind you.

He is so close that you feel his firm chest pressing against your back. You feel the bulge in his pants, and your eyes widen slowly when you understand his behavior. You don’t dare turn around; you just look at him through the mirror when his hands find their way to your waist. Does he like you and doesn’t want someone else to be as close to you as he wants to be?

“I will stuff you with my cock and pump you full with my babies,” he says quietly, leaning closer to your ear. “You’re mine, and you will carry my babies. You will look so adorable when you have our babies in your stomach, doll,” Bucky groans.

“James, let go of me,” you say, trying to push him away.

“Oh fuck, say that again. It sounds so good when you say my name,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and turn around. His face suddenly appears just inches away from yours when he smiles at you. His blue eyes are so dark with lust, almost black.

“I’m fucking-“ you get interrupted by Bucky, who moves his hips against yours, grinding his covered member against you.

“Yeah, you’re fucking me? I don’t mind. Would you prefer another position or want me to slam my thick cock immediately into your tight hole?” Bucky asks with a smirk, and you swallow.

His hand slides along your sides and comes to a halt when he is just a few inches away from your pussy. He looks deep into your eyes, his expression serious, and his tongue slides over his lips. Suddenly Bucky lifts his hand and holds them up, walking a step backwards and giving you some more space.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You thought he would fuck you right there and then, but he just walked backwards and said sorry? You feel your arousal dripping out of you and sobbing your panties. His words and his action turned you on, but you won’t tell him. Not after treating you the way he always did.

“I didn’t want to force you. It’s just-“ Bucky runs his fingers through his curly, brown hair. “The way he looks at you, the way he makes you laugh, and the way he touches you. The things he said, I hate it. I hate you because you make me go crazy because I love you,” he adds, staring down at the floor.

“Who is the guy you’re talking about? And you do what?” You ask, confused, unsure if you heard him right.

“Steve, he- Doll, I love you; don’t you understand? I want you to be mine,” he confesses. “I can smell you.”

Your eyes widen when he says that. The words slip over his lips, and he smirks softly when he looks up at you. Bucky lets his hands fall down and waits for you to say something, scream at him, or punch him in the face. He thought about a lot of things you could do after he told you about his feelings, but he didn't think about the way you would respond yet.

“Then do it,” you say, walking closer to him. “Bend me over that sink and make me yours; breed me, James,” you whisper into his ear, and he groans when you emphasize his name.

“This is such a fancy restaurant, and you want to do such filthy things?” Bucky asks, and you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“If you don’t fuck me yet, I will ask Steve later,” you say with a smile, and you press your lips on his for a short but meaningful kiss.

You let go of Bucky and want to make your way to the door. His eyes are on you when you wiggle your ass softly and almost reach the door to go back to the others.

Before you can open the door, you feel his tight grip around your waist, pulling you against him and towards the sink. His bulge is pressing against your ass, and your hands grip the sink in front of you. You knew he would do that, but you didn’t know he would push his soft side completely away.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Fill you with my cock and then with my seeds, making sure you will carry our babies,” he groans, opening his belt.

You try to look around, but before you can, he pushes his upper body against yours and presses you down. Bucky pushes his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. The tip is already leaking with pre-cum.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate to push your panties to the side, and he groans when he feels your wet entrance. He gives himself a few strokes before he lines himself up and pushes the head of his dick inside of you.

“You’re so tight, doll,” he mumbles, and he lets his head fall down onto your shoulder. “Making me cum almost immediately.”

You smile softly, but he doesn’t give you much time to smile about his words when he pushes himself inside of you with one movement. You moan and throw your head back. Bucky's fingers dig into the soft skin of your waist when he starts to move inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans and kisses your neck, biting into the sensitive skin. “Almost want to cum already,” he mumbles.

Bucky thrusts in a steady but harsh rhythm into your tight cunt. Your walls are squeezing him, making him groan against your neck.

His hand finds its way to your front, the cold metal touching your hot skin. Bucky's finger rubs over your clit in small circles while he fucks you from behind.

“Bucky- so close,” you whimper, and you try to ground yourself with your hands at the sink.

His harsh movements and your growing orgasm make your knees weak and shake slightly. The brown-haired man chuckles and kisses your neck up to your ear.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? And you will carry our kids and only ours; tell me you will." he breathes against your ear, and you moan in response.

“I am. And only our kids. Please, can I cum?” you ask, moaning and getting a nod from him.

“Cum for me, doll, and I will paint your walls with my seed. I will breed you,” he groans.

His grip of his hand around your waist tightens, and the metal fingers put more pressure between your legs. You throw your head back and against Bucky's shoulder. Your walls are clenching around his cock, and he hits your sweet spot with every movement inside of you.

He thrusts deep into you; you cum all over his dick, squeezing him inside of you. Bucky groans and cums inside of you, painting your walls with his seeds. He fucks the two of you through your orgasm while he trails kisses along your neck.

“You did so well for me, doll. Squeezed me cock so well, and now you’re filled with my cum,” Bucky mumbles and pulls himself slowly out of you, then he takes a step back and breathes heavily.

His cum is dripping out of your cunt and along your thighs. Bucky looks at the wide seeds before he looks up and smirks at you. His hand finds its way into your neck, and he turns you around and pushes you down on your knees.

“It doesn’t clean itself, doll,” he says, holding his dick with his other hand in front of your face.

He slaps the tip against your lips, making you open his mouth for him. Bucky pushes his dick into your mouth. Your tongue circles around his tip before you clean his cock with your tongue. You look at him, his eyes focused on you, and the groans that are leaving his lips let your cunt drip in anticipation again.

“I will fuck you all night when we’re back home,” he tells you and pulls you up before he crashes his lips on yours and kisses you passionately. “I love you, doll. And I don’t want someone else fucking or looking at you the way I do,” he tells you. You smirk before you pull him in for another kiss.

“But I want you on top of me next time because I love you too, and I want to look into your eyes while you fuck me.”

Bucky nods at your smile and helps you bring your clothes into their right place again. Then the two of you walk back to the others, holding each other's hand.

They all look at the two of you, smirking. Everyone of them knows why you did it in the bathroom, but they also know about the feelings no one of you wanted to admit before.

“Finally, pal. I really thought I needed to fuck her that you tell her about your feelings,” Steve says with a laugh.

Bucky stares at him. Jaw clenching about his words, he immediately wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. Bucky kisses your cheek, and you smile about it.

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ramen-flavored · 11 months

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vroomvroomwee · 8 months

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Do you want to comfort your fav fictional character because you love them and don't want them to be alone or do you want to do it because you see yourself in them and you project onto them and comforting them is the only way you can comfort yourself since you've always had to manage and take care of your own feelings and had to suffer alone and be the only one there for yourself? Hmm?

#am i talking about myself no no no absolutely not #comfort character #fictional characters #hurt/comfort #comforting #good omens #goodomens #crowley #aziraphale #coping mechanism #doctorwho #doctor who #ofmd #wwdits #mcu #marvel #alec hardy #broadchurch

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spider-stark · 18 days

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INFINITELY YOU

part two // crullers & constants

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 4.2k

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name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker

Peter Pan Donuts is a sacred place.

Or, rather, it was a sacred place—and walking back into the shop now felt awfully strange.

Back when you and Peter first started high school, it had become a tradition to end every Friday with one of the renowned pastry shop’s legendary frosted crullers. You considered it a well-deserved reward for surviving another week of more drama than either of you could stomach, thankful that the weekend was finally upon you and that you could finally breathe without inhaling the reek of the unwashed teenage boys that lined the halls of Midtown.

Peter Pan’s quickly became a haven. A safe place where the two of you could tuck yourselves away at the end of the bar, talking for hours about the teachers you hated and the bullies you hoped would fall from the face of the Earth. There was nothing that you couldn’t talk about, no secrets kept between you and Peter.

Or, at least, none that mattered.

But things changed as time passed, as they so often do.

It started with the inclusion of Ned. You didn’t particularly mind his presence, even if the conversations had begun to shift towards less intimate topics, focusing instead on movies that you all wanted to see or upcoming video games that you would all try to play.

Then came the inclusion of Mj a few months later, after she landed a job at the shop. That was when everything truly changed—when it was no longer you and Peter tucked away at the bar, but you and Ned, left to pick at your food and watch as Peter leaned across the front counter and talked to Mj over her shift.

After a few months of testing every donut on the menu with Ned, you stopped going altogether.

And Peter never even asked why.

“I was surprised to see you texted me,” you quip as you slid onto the free barstool, “what happened to not wanting me to get involved?”

Peter exhales sharply through his nose, and even though his eyes are glued to his phone, you can tell that he was already regretting asking you to meet him here. “I already told you that what I want doesn’t matter.”

And how true that must have been.

There had been nothing kind about his text to you this morning, although there was nothing inherently rude about it either, you supposed. It was simple—meet me at Peter Pan’s asap, need 2 talk—but you could almost sense the begrudging nature with which he had typed it. And, sitting next to him now, you could almost feel it, too.

He didn’t want you here, even if he had been the one to invite you, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he had decided to involve you at all—especially so soon. What had changed in a single night?

Sitting on the barstool to your left, Parker pops his lips. “Well this is fun. I’m not at all uncomfortable right now.”

You turned towards him, acknowledging just how different he looked in the civilian clothes that he donned in place of his suit—black jeans that certainly looked worse for wear and an old Ramone’s t-shirt that you immediately recognized as yours. Oversized on you, the short sleeves clung rather tightly to his well-muscled arms. Did he seriously go through your stuff?!

“Why are you even here?” You ask, perhaps a little sharper than necessary. You weren’t angry that he had gone sifting through the armoire in the spare bedroom, especially since he couldn’t just parade around as Spider-Man all of the time. But he could’ve at least asked. “Shouldn’t one of you be busy patrolling?”

It was hard to tell if the offense on his face was real or feigned, but you didn’t care much either way. “Peter wanted answers about my world, I wanted food,” he shrugs, gesturing at the crème-filled donut in front of him. “And Peter 2’s handling patrol.”

Peter 2—you had almost forgotten about him, the version of Peter that hadn’t wanted to come with Ned and Mj to your apartment last night. As far as you could tell when you woke up this morning, he hadn’t shown up in the middle of the night, either—no trace of Parker or anyone else when you had finally stumbled out of your room to get ready after reading the text from Peter.

You didn’t figure it was really your business where the mystery Peter was, but you were a little surprised to hear that he was still out patrolling. Was he not exhausted?

“Ametaur move getting crème-filled,” you tell him, ignoring everything he said. “Should’ve gone with the frosted vanilla cruller, it’s way better.”

“No way,” he gapes, grabbing the half-eaten pastry and shaking it for emphasis as he said, “this is god-tier, alright? No way anything’s topping it.”

The expression on his face was actually hilarious, his brown doe eyes alight with pure euphoria as he took another bite of the donut. An exaggerated moan slipped his lips, coated with bits of sugar and crème. It was hard not to laugh at him, especially when you knew that was probably his goal—to combat the evident tension between you and Peter.

Chuckling, you lift your hands in mock defense. “Suit yourself, Parker. But if you ever wanna experience true pleasure, then you know what to order.”

Parker looks as if he's about to continue his borderline-lustful tangent about the donut, but Peter spoke up instead, his attention snagging on the name you used.

“Parker?” He echoes in disbelief, letting his phone clatter against the bar.

Peter’s sudden resurgence to the real world left Parker silent, sinking back against his stool and taking another bite.

“What?” Your brow arches, your voice laced with incredulity. “Did you really think I’d keep calling him Peter 2? No offense to Ned, but everything about that feels stupid.”

Peter’s eyes narrow, coupled with a subtle shake of his head that indicates he doesn't care nearly enough to have this conversation right now.

You didn’t care much either, and so you steered the conversation in a more productive direction. “So what is this grand plan of yours?” You ask with a somewhat sarcastic lilt. “And where do I fit into it?”

Another huff of breath escaped his nostrils. “We don’t even have a plan. Not yet,” he reluctantly admits. “But I tried talking to Doctor Strange last night, to see if he had some sort of magical spell or something that would let us go back and fix all of this.”

Your lips press together, nibbling on the skin and pretending you didn’t notice the hidden meaning behind his words. He hadn’t just gone to Doctor Strange to find a way to get rid of the villains now lurking in your world, because if he had, then he wouldn’t have gone specifically seeking out a spell that would let him go back—not just to stop the villains from ever coming here, but to save May, too.

“Did he?”

Peter reached for his cup of iced coffee, if only to occupy his now-fidgeting fingers. “No,” he murmurs, the sound of sloshing ice nearly overpowering him as he swirled the cup. “He didn’t.”

You frown at the tinge of disappointment that snuck through his otherwise even tone, your chest aching. You had to fight against the urge to say I’m sorry, remembering what he had said to you last night—he didn’t want your apologies, nor did he seem to want anyone else's.

In truth, you weren’t sure what Peter wanted; or what you could do to help him.

“Well did he have anything useful?”

He shook his head, lifting the cup to his mouth. “Define useful,” he scoffed, sounding uncharacteristically sharp. He took a sip of his drink, his nose scrunching as soon as the coffee hit his tongue—too bitter.

Despite the coffee’s pale color that indicated it was more cream than coffee, you weren’t surprised that it was still too strong for him. Peter had never truly developed a taste for coffee, only pursuing a caffeine addiction for the sake of combating the exhaustion that came with being Spider-Man. That didn’t mean he had ever grown to like it though, masking the taste with copious amounts of sugar and syrups.

“Something that will keep multiversal villains from tearing our world apart?” You venture half-heartedly, guided by pure instinct and muscle memory as you reached over to take his cup from him, snagging a few packs of sugar from the plastic canister on the bar to0.

“He has a theory,” Peter gives you a tight-lipped smile, born of pure frustration.

“A theory? And he expects us to save the world with this theory?” You ask, a bit more derisive than you would have been if Doctor Strange were around to hear.

Peter scoots closer to you, his voice purposefully low. “Do you remember when I told you about him using the Time Stone before Mr. Stark died? To look through all the different outcomes with Thanos?”

Ripping open the sugar packets and dumping them in his cup, you managed to mask a wince at the mention of Peter’s dead mentor. You only nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you tried for any sort of verbal affirmation.

“Well… when he did that, he thinks that he might have actually seen through the multiverse—he just didn’t know for sure at the time.”

Your forehead creased as you popped the lid back onto his cup, sliding it back towards him. Given his advantage of Spidey-sense, he easily caught it before it could slide too far and end up on the floor—which is what would have definitely happened pre-Spider bite.

“And you don’t consider that to be useful to our current situation?”

“No. I don’t.” Peter answers firmly. “Because at the center of it all—in every universe the Stone showed him—all he saw was you.”

You nearly laugh, your lips curving as you rose a brow at him. “Me?”

Peter gave a nod as he took another sip of his drink. This time, his nose didn’t scrunch.

“But it’s been almost a year since the Avengers took down Thanos,” you reminded him, your stunned amusement beginning to fade into confusion. “If he saw.. Me, when he used the Stone, then why didn’t he say anything until now?”

By no means would you consider yourself to be close with New York’s resident Sorcerer, and so you wouldn’t have expected him to come to you with this knowledge. But Peter—he knew Peter, and he knew that you were Peter’s best friend, and so it didn’t make any sense to you why Doctor Strange chose to wait until now to mention what the Stone had shown him.

Given the aggravated expression Peter wore, it was clear that he was thinking the same. “I don’t know, and trying to get answers out of Doctor Strange that he clearly doesn’t want to give is like pulling teeth.”

“But what does that mean?” You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing further, concern starting to bubble up inside of you. Regardless of his answer—if he had one—you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it. “I don’t get how I’m at the center of every universe.”

Peter blew out a breath, his fingers going back to tapping against the sides of his plastic cup. “Alright, so there are probably well-over a hundred thousand different parallel universes, okay? Some of them are probably super similar to ours, and then there are others that are the complete opposite.”

“O-kay,” you drone, your brows drawing together. You felt the start of a headache coming on as you prepared yourself for the confusing science-talk that was surely about to start pouring out of his mouth.

Perhaps noticing your pained expression, Peter tries to find a way to simplify whatever explanation he was about to use. “Try and look at it like this,” he started, “think of the multiverse as some giant, cosmic loom, alright? Now imagine that each thread on the loom signifies a person. As the loom weaves all of these different threads together, different decisions get made and different actions are taken—and with every choice, a new thread is spun, branching off and creating a variation of the original tapestry.”

“So it’s like you and Parker, right?” You interrupt him, rubbing at your temples. “Same thread, different reality?”

“Exactly! And, technically speaking, that’s how it’s supposed to be. As the loom weaves and alters reality, each thread continuously evolves into something different.” He paused, his fingers finally falling still. “But now imagine that—in the center of all of these branching tapestries—there exists one thread, entirely unbroken and unaltered by this ever-weaving tapestry of existence, okay? A glitch in the cosmic fabric, a constant that’s woven into infinite realities and yet, somehow, remains fundamentally unchanged. How does that work?”

You couldn’t ignore the sense of dread creeping up your spine, nor could you escape the slight wobble in your voice as you said, “It doesn’t sound like it should.”

“You’re right, it shouldn’t work.” Peter confirmed, his expression nearly impossible to read. “But according to Doctor Strange, you are that thread. A constant anomaly that defies every potential law of the multiverse.”

Nausea bubbled in your gut. God, you did not want to deal with this right now!

“And let me guess,” a bitter laugh follows your words, “that’s as much information as he was willing to give, wasn’t it?”

“Yep,” Peter pops his lips, leaning back into his stool. His brows raise slightly in a silent I told you so before he says, “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to be involved, right? Now you’re at the center of everything-”

“I said I wanted to help you,” you correct him sharply. “Not that I wanted to be at the center of Doctor Strange’s weird Time Stones fantasies!”

He only shrugs, barely acknowledging the dirty look you gave him as he plucks his phone off of the counter, clicking on a notification. “Same thing, isn’t it? Either way, you get what you want.”

“What I want?” You echoed, your mouth hung open in disbelief.

“Doctor Strange seems to think that whatever is wrong with you might help us solve all of this. That you might be connected to the multiverse somehow, or that you’re at least immune to it. So yeah, you get what you want. You get to help,” he spat the word out like an insult, too focused on typing something to even notice how rude he sounded.

If it weren’t for the feeling that stomach acid was about to come crawling up your throat, then you might have taken some time to unpack the bitterness in his tone or be hurt by the claim that something was wrong with you—but you didn’t. Even if you had, you weren’t sure that it would have gotten you anywhere.

You weren’t stupid. Peter was wielding his insolence like a shield, purposefully trying to hurt you as an effort to keep you at arms length—and, if you had to guess, Mj and Ned were probably receiving the same treatment right now.

“Well this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to help,” you admitted, one hand going to rest against your cramping stomach. At least the throbbing in your temples had died down…

Peter only shrugged at you, shoving his phone in his back pocket and rising to his feet. “Too bad,” he told you, offering a smile that most definitely wasn’t genuine. “I’ve gotta go, but make him walk you home, alright? I’ll text you if I hear anything else from Doctor Strange.”

Parker frowned beside you, and whether it was because Peter was speaking about him like he wasn’t here or because of his attitude in general, you couldn’t tell.

“Whoa, hold up! You didn’t even tell me what your plan is until you hear from him!” You argue, reaching for his wrist to keep him from walking past you until he answered.

He pulls his hand back from your grip, but not before your stare snags on the reddish hue that stains his nails—blood. Noticing it only served to make you feel sicker, and to make your concern for Peter grow larger. Was he really still walking around with May’s blood caked under his nails? Has he rested at all since last night?

“Same plan as always,” he told you, your eyes snapping up to meet his, suddenly noticing how rimmed with exhaustion they were. “Stop the bad guys.”

He didn’t leave any time for protests or further questions before turning his back to you and heading straight for the exit. When the little bell on the door chimed as he shoved his way back out onto the streets, you couldn’t stop the worried sigh that escaped your lips.

Peter was an Avenger by every right. He had battled alongside a Norse God and helped take down a literal Titan, and so knew that you shouldn’t have any reason to doubt his capability when it came to taking down whatever villains had crossed into your world.

But it wasn’t that you doubted his ability to survive against them, or even his ability to stop them—you were worried about whether he could handle the weight of it all.

The weight of him placing yet another thing on his shoulders. Another villain, another fight, another burden, another chance to lose someone.

Thinking of that, it suddenly dawned on you that maybe Mj and Ned weren’t getting the same treatment as you. Maybe you were getting the worst of it, if only because now whatever connection you had to the multiverse was just another weight he thought he had to bear, another person he had to worry about protecting.

Guilt flooded your veins, and even as you tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t caused this, you still couldn’t shake the anxious feeling that it was somehow your fault anyway.

“Y’know, I get that this probably isn’t the right time for this,” Parker starts. When you look at him, your attention immediately snags on the dozen donuts that he had ordered while you were talking to Peter. “But I think it’s so cool that you guys have magic in your world!”

He takes another bite of the donut in his hand, powdered sugar falling from his lips as he says, “And these donuts! It’s a tough call, but they might be even better than magic!”

You didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell if he was intentionally trying to lighten the mood or if it was just incidental, but it worked all the same. Laughter poured from your mouth, and it wasn’t until it died down that he said anything else.

“Sooo… That was tense, wasn’t it? Like, it wasn’t just me, right?”

You groan, propping your elbows against the counter and placing your cheeks in your palms. “Was it that noticeable?”

Parker snorts a laugh, stretching an arm past you to reach for Peter’s abandoned coffee. “Oh, yeah. It’s actually painful to be in a room with you two.”

His playful tone made it clear that it was just a joke, but it still made you feel bad. You already didn’t like how hostile things felt between you and Peter, even if it was only one-sided, and to know that others felt it too just made it that much worse.

“Things are just.. Difficult, right now.” You tell him, choosing your words carefully.

“So it hasn’t always been like that with you guys?” He asks, and the delicate arch of his brow made it seem as though he were shocked by the possibility that things had ever been civil between you and Peter.

There was a chance that you had misread his expression though, as it was very quickly wiped away once he took a sip of Peter’s half-drank coffee, gagging as soon as it hit his tongue. “Holy shi-” he started coughing, cutting off the vulgarities that threatened to spill out. “How does he drink this?!” Parker yelped as soon as he could take a full breath, looking utterly disgusted as he shoved the cup back across the bar. “It’s literally just liquid sugar!”

You found it hard to stifle your amusement at his suffering, even as he shot you a teasing scowl for it. “No,” you answer his previous question, trying to ignore his melodramatic display, “believe it or not, things between us actually used to be really… I don’t know—easy, I guess.”

Parker was still smacking his lips to try and rid himself of the cloying aftertaste. “What changed?”

In retrospect, you realized that it probably would have been smarter for you to bite your tongue. To offer him some cheap, cop-out excuse rather than tell him the truth. After all, you already had experience in hiding from the truth and it wasn’t like you really knew Parker, and so lying to him shouldn’t have been a hard task.

Yet, for some reason, you told him the truth anyway.

“Mj happened.”

Parker’s brows furrows. “The girl from last night, right?”

“Yep. That’s the one.”

“Y’know, I don’t really like her all that much,” his words were spoken like a balm, seeking to ease the dejected look etched upon your face, but tinged with enough playful sarcasm for you to know he didn’t actually mean them. “She threw a bread roll at me. A few of them, actually.”

It was hard not to laugh at the thought considering that it was such an Mj thing to do. “Sounds about right,” you crack a smile, although you don't feel particularly happy. “She’s always been slow to trust, especially complete strangers.”

In an odd sort of way, the statement felt like a lie. Not because it actually wasn’t true—because Mj was wary of strangers—but because Parker didn’t quite feel like a stranger in your mind. While last night had been a bit awkward, you now felt like talking to him was effortless, each sentence rolling off your tongue with unnatural ease.

“But she trusts you?” Parker asks, picking a crumb off another one of the pastries and popping it into his mouth.

You sucked in a breath.

“I don’t know,” you answer him, with a bit more honesty than you're comfortable with. “I mean, I know that she used to trust me. But now… I’m not even sure if she likes me anymore.”

His brow snapped up. “What changed?”

Suddenly the truth no longer felt so easy, and you found yourself wishing that you could change the subject altogether. You didn’t want to talk about this—especially not with him, some boy that you had known for less than twenty-four hours.

But you had backed yourself into a corner, and so in an effort to try and satiate whatever interest he had developed in the story you had told, you settled on offering a vague half-truth.

“She started dating Peter,” you tell him simply, putting effort into looking disinterested. “They got together a few months ago and things just… It just got weird, y’know? It’s always awkward when two of your friends get together, I guess. Creates too much drama.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Parker hums, agreeing with you. “Especially when you have feelings for him, right?”

An incomprehensible noise escaped your throat, best categorized as something between a laugh and a cough. Your mouth fell open to try and defend yourself, to try and deny his claim—but he didn’t even give you a chance.

“Oh c’mon!” Parker groans, grinning when he notices the now rosy complexion of your cheeks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I mean, let’s be real here, alright? That whole sugar thing earlier?” He jutted a finger towards Peter’s abandoned iced coffee, “Was a dead giveaway.”

“You’re insane,” You declare, shaking your head and masking your embarrassment with uncomfortable laughter. “I don’t have feelings for Peter—and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter! Regardless of what it’s done to our friendship, Mj is literally perfect for him and-”

“I think it’s cute,” he interrupts, a delicate smile gracing his lips. Noticing the way your brows furrow, he elaborated, “How much you care about him. And how much you care about her, too, since you’re so willing to pretend like you don’t like him.”

“I’m not pretending-”

Parker jokingly cut his eyes. “Yeah, sureee.”

Blowing a frustrated breath, you push yourself up from the barstool. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.” You tell him, far too flustered to try and come up with a good defense to his teasing. “You can take the rest of your donuts to go, Bug-boy.”

There was a subtle shift in his demeanor as the taunting nickname fell from your lips, and he almost felt as though his heart had stopped dead in his chest.

“Fine,” Parker yields, rising to his feet and snagging the box of donuts from the bar. “But I really hope that you have your wallet—cause I definitely don’t have a way to pay for these.” He flashed a crooked smile before continuing, “Or we can just run really fast and hope they don’t call the police on us for stealing pastries.”

“I can’t imagine that robbery would be very good for your reputation as a hero,” you chide sarcastically, your own lips curling into a half-smile, “so I’ll pay—but only if you give me every cruller in that box. Deal?”

Parker spares a quick glance down at the dozen box of donuts in his hands. Half of them were already gone, but through the small cellophane window he could see that there were three frosted crullers left. “Deal.”

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a/n - for those who read IY before the rewrite, you may already be able to note some rather major changes going on lmao. i genuinely can't describe how much i actually enjoy rewriting this story, as i'm finally able to collect my thoughts enough to write the plot the way i originally wanted to.

as always, please leave any feedback, opinions, etc.! any and all comments/reblogs definitely encourage me to write/edit faster! and, if you'd like to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

part three, titled "spitfire", to be released april 15th

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sestrahulk · 20 days

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My story is an embroidery, with many beginnings and no end. But I will start with the thread of my sestra Sarah, who stepped off a train one day and met herself...

Orphan Black premiered March 30, 2013. Happy 11th anniversary!

#Orphan Black #Sarah Manning #Beth Childs #Clone Club #Tatiana Maslany #TV Shows #Sci Fi #Science Fiction #Thriller #Drama #Marvel Cast #MCU Cast #my gifs

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wheredafandomat · 4 months

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Can you make a breeding k!nk Loki one shot please? Also love your one shots so much!!

Thank you!! And absolutely ❤️

Thats my girl | Loki x female reader

18+ | smut

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall reverberated around the room as Loki fucked you, his pleasured pants growing louder as you moaned his name. You tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer towards you. With each thrust, he pushed you further up the bed, your head buried into the pillows beneath you as your moans grew louder.

“You feel so good” Loki praised through gritted teeth, his eyes closing as he flicked the hair that was clinging to the sweat beading on his forehead out of his face. “This pretty pussy is all mine” he continued to preach, almost incoherently as you clenched your walls around him, coaxing him in deeper. “Gonna fill you up, let everyone know who you belong to” he grunted, his thrusts hard as your nails dug into his back leaving harsh red lines in their wake.

“I need it Loki, want you to fill me up” you mewled, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah, want me to make you a mum?” He smirked, looking down at you with a burning desire.

“Please, need your cum” you practically begged, nodding.

“Mhmm?” He hummed “gonna let me fuck you raw? Put a baby into you?” He questioned, his hips rocking into yours.

“Fuck Loki, yess” you whimpered, gasping slightly as Loki paused his movements, reaching between you to rip off the condom that was seperating you both. “Fuck!” You groaned as he entered you again, slower this time with his bare cock. Your walls gripped him tightly, your body craving his seed as he sank into you.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant” Loki uttered breathlessly as he moved in and out of you.

“Ughhh, yess” you moaned lewdly, the feeling of Loki’s cock inside of you intensifying at the sound of his words.

“You like it? Huh? The feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you?” Loki questioned smugly, he could feel that you were close.

“Yes, yesss” you almost cried.

“You like that I’m going to put a baby in you?” He continued to reel, almost beratingly.

“Fuckk Lokiii” you practically shrieked, your orgasm approaching.

“Gonna do it, gonna fuck a baby into you” he governed, his thrusts speeding as he began to grunt, hips moving to and fro.

“I’m cumming” you near cried, the pleasure consuming you.

“Ugh, fuck” Loki panted gruffly as his movements stilled, hips stuttering as he released, shooting his load inside of you. “That’s my girl, taking it so good” he praised, his warm seed filling you as you smiled lazily up at him.

“I fucking—” you started, pulling Loki into a messy kiss “love you.”

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iheartsebstan · 6 months

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So I fell down this rabbit hole on @/animarvelita on TikTok with all these AI images of Bucky!! Now I want to go back an reread all my fav fan fiction with these images in mind 😍

@jtargaryen18 ♥️

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americas-ass-writing · 10 months

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Welcome to my writing blog! 💙🍑

I publish here occasionally because I don’t write regulary anymore. Some work is years old but I decided to publish it anyways.

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy my stories!

Requests are open but it might take me a while to get to them. I write for Chris Evans Characters (even though right now its only Steve). I will reply to comments from my main account @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory.

Please find my masterlist below. 💙🍑

Muffin - Dad!Steve Rogers x Teacher!Reader

After that one mission he almost died on, Steve called it quits. He buried all of his Captain America suits under his bed and the shield was now some wall decoration. He decided to adopt a little baby girl. If the faith wouldn't give him a wife and kids he had to play faith himself. But what happens when she starts school and things go downhill?

Invisible - Steve Rogers x avenger!reader (-ish)

The newest member of the avengers feels invisible. A shitty mission and social media brings her to her breaking point. See what happens when she confronts the team.

Unusual first date - Steve Rogers x reader

You're supposed to meet up with your Twitter blind date at a cafe. With the arrival of your date's best friend it turns rather unusual.

Written in the stars - Steve Rogers x reader

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year

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Finding New Ways To Cure Boredom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: super fluffy

Request by anon: Its said when bucky obtains (borrows/steals) the captains sheild( sam/ steve) he goes sleeding . What he didnt take into account is the location and His weight can boost the speed he rushes down the hill screaming "FUCK FUK FUCKK I DIDNT THINK THIS IS GONNA WORK!!!! " How he was found out? Sam willson . The man recorded bucky sledding down the area with the sheild lol and hastags #Hecalls himselfthewintersoildier Ps: marvin gayne running man is the best song from the artist

Summary: You and Bucky have not spent a winter apart, and you’re always finding new and exciting things to do in the snow. Steve’s shield will make a good sled, right?

Squares Filled: delinquent (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: this is set in a world where tony never died in endgame, vision was resurrected without the stone, and steve didn't stay with peggy after he returned the stones. any and all comments are appreciated <3

The snow is heavy this time of year in New York, layering the ground with fresh snow every few hours. The Avengers compound is secluded in the woods, so there isn’t a lot of traffic to make the snow dirty. The layer around the compound is fresh, pure white, and untouched.

The Avengers who have families such as Clint, Scott, and Tony are out with them instead of being cooped up like you, Steve, Bucky, and Sam are. Wanda is out spending her time with Vision, Bruce is hanging with his cousin in Los Angeles, and Thor is back home on Asgard.

Tony really shouldn’t have let you four be alone in such a big compound, but here you are.

You’re sitting by the window watching the snow fall on the ground. This weather is perfect for sledding, making snowmen, having snow fights, and skiing. Why you’re not out there is a mystery to you since you always have something to do, especially with Bucky.

You two have not spent a winter apart from each other, not even when he was in his Winter Soldier phase. While some of them were spent with him trying to kill you, you’ve overlooked it as his best friend. The rest of the winters were spent building massive snow forts, going skiing in dangerous places (breaking a few bones in the process), going hiking in the snow (nearly getting frostbite), going ice skating, and much more.

You’re not going to let this be the year where you spend all winter inside.

“Bucky!” you drag out his name.

“What?” he grumbles and walks into the main room.

“We need to do something. We’ve spent this winter indoors so far, and that is unacceptable. Remember when we jumped out of that helicopter and went snowboarding? You caused that avalanche to happen when you smacked into that tree.”

Bucky laughs at the memory.

“Yeah, that was good.”

“Or when we built that snow fort so big that we actually had people over? You forgot to wear your sleeve because your hand got stuck to the table. You had to take it off and everything.”

“I thought you weren't going to bring that up ever again.”

“My point is, we need to do something. The roads are closed, but this compound is surrounded by hills and woods. Let’s go sledding!” you gasp happily.

“With what? We don’t have sleds here.”

You look around the room in thought, and you see the perfect thing you can use. You rush over to Steve’s shield and turn to Bucky with a smirk.

“He won’t miss it. Are you up to go sledding?”

“Fuck yeah,” Bucky nods.

Steve and Sam are somewhere around here, but you don’t stick around to find out what Steve will do if he sees you with his precious shield. You two rush out of the house like little kids over to the small hill right in the courtyard.

You go first, and you sit on the side of the shield that has Steve’s handle, and you sit at the top of the hill in anticipation.

“Okay, push me!”

Bucky pushes you down the hill, and you laugh loudly at how smooth the ride is. You reach the bottom and end up falling off it when the shield hits a small rock.

“That was fun! Your turn! Catch!”

You swing the shield at Bucky knowing he can catch it in his metal arm without hurting him. The ride for Bucky is a lot faster than you since he is a heavier man, but he has fun nonetheless. You two go a few rounds before you spot an even taller hill further into the woods behind the compound.

“Hey, let’s take this up a notch.”

You two head over to the much bigger hill, expecting to go down faster. You’re first again since Bucky can catch it easily without hurting himself. If you were to catch this shield at the rate Bucky throws, you’re losing a hand for sure.

You and Bucky take turns with this one. Since it’s a higher hill, you’re sliding down it a lot faster with Bucky going twice your speed. This is much better than sitting inside all day. You two have been gone for about an hour, so you’re sure Steve and Sam will come find you two sooner or later.

You need to get in a few more rounds before Steve takes his shield back. You’re about to go down the hill again when Bucky stops you.

“What, do you see Steve?”

“No, a bigger hill,” he grins.

You look in the direction he’s pointing and see a higher hill that’s a lot steeper than what you’ve been working with. There is no doubt that you will fly down the hill in seconds. You can't imagine what this is going to be like for Bucky.

“Let’s do it,” you giggle.

You two run down the hill and up the other one until you’re both standing at the top of it. This is going to be either really fun or really disastrous. Still, you’re eager to get going. You sit on the shield and let Bucky push you off the hill. You’re going so fast that you’re screaming out cheers and other praises.

The wind is so strong on your eyes that you have to close them, but you open them when you reach a full stop at the bottom. Your laughter dies when you see who is standing in front of you.

“Really?”

“Childish,” Sam shakes his head.

“Oh come on, it’s not like you’re using it,” you say and get off it. “We’re busted, Buck!”

“Throw it to me!”

Before Steve or Sam can say anything, you throw the shield up to Bucky who catches it with his metal hand.

“Did you see how fast you were going? This is only going to end in disaster,” Sam chuckles and takes out his phone to record Bucky.

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so.”

Bucky is too eager to go down this steep hill that he didn’t factor in his weight or how steep this hill actually is. From the first nudge, he began gaining so much speed that he’s getting too fast for your eyes to follow. He's flying faster than you, and that scares Bucky.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I DIDN’T THINK THIS WAS GONNA WORK!!!” Bucky yells as he flies past you and the two men.

You’re shocked he’s gaining this much speed, Steve is just disappointed, and Sam is giggling like a schoolgirl.

Bucky crashes into a small tree stump, causing the shield to go flying out from underneath him. Due to the speed the shield is at, it sliced right through another tree, and lodged into a tree behind the one it cut. The cut tree wobbles in its place before crashing down opposite from where you’re standing.

You and Sam run over to Bucky while Steve runs over to his shield.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“I’m okay,” Bucky groans.

“I got all of that on camera,” Sam laughs.

“This is why you don’t use something that’s not meant as a toy,” Steve says and yanks his shield out of the tree. “You’re both delinquents, you know that?”

“You love us,” you smirk.

“I am so posting this.”

“Do not post that!” Bucky yells from his spot on the ground.

Sam giggles as he posts the video to his Twitter page, using the caption: #hecallshimselfthewintersoildier.

“Let’s not do that again,” Bucky groans in pain.

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mischievous-thunder · 6 months

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From deliberately wanting to operate alone and not putting his trust in anyone to wanting his loved ones back because life is empty and lonely for him without them, Loki's come a long way.

The concept of time is different inside the TVA. We can't be sure of exactly how long it's been for Loki staying there in relation to Earth time.

Loki's willing to go to any lengths to get back the life and love he found in the TVA. In the face of utter desperation, he finally manages to learn to control his time-slipping. That's what he feels is his chance at a family surrounded by people who love him and whom he loves back with equal passion and fervour.

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statisticalcats2 · 6 months

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How Tony "suave playboy who can charm you into his bed within 10 minutes" Stark handles himself around Peter Parker

#marvel #mcu #starker #tony stark #pro fiction safe #what is that fucking stance #peter really sent him into nervous schoolboy with a crush mode

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Late night conversations | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> When you go to the roof you didn’t know Bucky would be there as well. You join him and the tension between you two leads to conversation you didn’t know you would have with Bucky.

Warnings -> (T) Buckys past, a bit angsty and a lot of fluff

Wordcount -> 1.5k

A/N -> I want to thank @imtryingbuck for helping me with the oneshot and the title, for listening while I was so excited about it, I want to thank you for so much more. I really appreciate it and you and I love youuuuu.🩷

He needs fresh air; the party downstairs is too loud with the music and the partygoers; the crowd is too much for him. The looks, the judgment, and the failed attempts at whispering. Heading up to the roof, the cold air instantly calms him down.

New York is as bright as it is during the day; everyone has turned on their lights, and even when they wouldn't, Tony would probably brighten half of New York with the lights he uses for his parties.

Bucky walks a few steps until he sits down and leans his back against the wall behind him. He breathes the fresh air deeply while running his fingers through his hair and looking at the reflection of the lights in the building opposite him.

A noise interrupts his staring contest with the floor in front of him, and his blue eyes immediately find the person who made the noise. It’s you, opening the door to the roof and walking outside, not recognizing the man staring at you.

Bucky glances at you; a small smile appears on his lips when you face him and jump slightly. Your eyes meet his, and you hesitate for a moment about whether you should stay on the roof or go into your room. He notices your expression, the slight scrunch of your nose, and the way your lips are turned into an unsure smirk.

“You can sit here with me, or I can go back inside if you prefer to be here-“ you interrupt him when you shake your head and walk over to sit next to him.

“Company sounds good to me,” you say, leaning against the wall like Bucky.

He nods, turning his head back to stare into the sky, and observes the stars. Bucky likes them; they give him the peace he never had during the time with Hydra; they give him a feeling of freedom. The big sky has all those little, twinkling stars, and he sits there, isn’t scared to get caught, and has to stare at the ceiling of his little cell.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly, looking at him while he looks at the stars.

“What?”

“Stargazing, do you like it?

Bucky nods and turns his face toward you. He waits a moment, thinking about the answer he will give you.

“It means freedom-“ he hesitates before he continues to speak. “During Hydra- it’s different to go out whenever you want and do- And when you’re able to do what you like to do.”

You listen to him, not wanting to push him with something you ask, but when you see the relief but at the same time struggle with his expression, you’re not sure if you ask too much. Maybe you should be less curious; it’s Bucky you’re talking to, and he is better known as the guy with the staring problem, who definitely doesn’t talk if he doesn’t have to. Maybe Bucky doesn’t talk much because no one asks and he just doesn’t want to be annoying?

“You don’t have to talk about it, but if you want to talk about it, you can tell me. You are not going to annoy me,” you say.

Bucky smiles but stays quiet for a moment. You’re unsure if you overstepped the bounds or not. You know he hasn’t had the chance to decide about his actions in years; he needed to do what they wanted him to do.

“It’s different not to be under the control of people anymore, but sometimes it scares me,” he says. “It’s not that I don’t like it; I really do, but when you never decide, you get used to it, and now it’s hard sometimes.”

“Do you often sit here?”

“Yes, whenever I can’t sleep. So almost every night, but whenever I hear someone I like to be in my room,” he laughs softly, and you shiver when you hear his rough but calming laugh.

“Why are you sitting here? I couldn’t sleep,” you say, making him laugh even more.

He lets his head fall back and stares up into the night sky again. Bucky didn't know that company could be that comfortable, but maybe it’s because you’re the company. It’s not someone; it’s you. The super soldier hasn’t admitted it yet, but he likes you a lot, and seeing you on the roof with him, laughing and talking without judgment, is something he really appreciates and enjoys.

“Do you want to tell me more about Hydra?” you ask as softly as possible so he won’t feel like you push him.

“What do you want to know?”

You’re surprised that he asks that question, so he lets you decide what you want to know and what you don’t want to know. A smile appears on your lips; he probably trusts you; otherwise, he wouldn’t let you ask whatever you want to know.

“What did they do when you came back from a mission?”

“They-“ Bucky sighs, looking at his hands before he looks at you. “They put me in a small, cold, and dirty room with just a toilet and a sink. There was a mattress on the floor and a lot of spiders in the corners.”

He laughs softly, and you shiver slightly at the rough but warm laugh of Bucky.

“Sometimes I collected them and put them with me on the mattress, so I didn’t feel so alone. They talked to me, or at least I imagined they did, and then I watched them walk around, and sometimes I talked to them.”

The smile that was formed on your lips immediately drops when you hear those words. The happiness inside of you fades away and leaves the empty and cold feeling of loneliness. Bucky wasn’t treated well; they left him alone with his thoughts and the fact that he can’t escape and that he has to do whatever they want him to do. He was nothing but a weapon, like a machine they can always repair, and he will do whatever they tell him to do.

Your hand reaches for his; you feel him flinch when the warmth of your hand touches his fleshy hand. Bucky is still looking at you, his blue eyes empty, but deep inside of him, you see a little glimpse of all those feelings he doesn’t dare to show someone. He slowly rubs his thumb over your hand, dropping his gaze before he looks back into your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to flinch. It’s just- Not many people touch me without the intention to hurt me; it’s not easy to trust after the years of torture and brainwashing,” he says.

"It's oke,” you say softly.

“Your skin is soft.”

You giggle and blush; he looks really fascinated by the way your skin is. Soft and warm underneath his fingertips.

“Can I- Do you want to hug me?” Bucky asks, his tone really unsure if you want to or if he just embarrasses himself.

“I want to hug you, yes.”

When you turn around, he places his hand around your waist and pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head on his shoulder. When he holds you tight against him, he inhales your scent, and you can feel him calming down in your arm. Just a moment later, you hear a quiet sob, then a wet spot on your shoulder where Bucky's head lies.

“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to hide his sobs.

“It’s oke, don’t worry. Don’t be scared to show your feelings. You’re safe, and look, I got you, Bucky,” you mumble, your hand stroking his back up and down.

He nods, pulling you closer and allowing himself to cry while you hold him. For the first time in years, he isn’t ashamed to show his feelings; he isn’t scared someone could use them against him.

After a while, Bucky pulls softly away, his eyes red, but a smile across his face. You use your thumb to wipe the tears away, and suddenly your heads are so close that you can feel his hot breath against your lips. His hands are still resting on your waist and holding you in place.

“Shall we?”

You don't answer; you just press your lips onto his and slide your hands into his hair. Bucky moves his soft, plum lips softly against yours, pulling you into his lap. When you two break the kiss, his forehead rests against yours, and he is staring into your eyes.

“Thank you. I wanted to do this for a while now. You're adorable; I'm so in love with you. I- Doll, I love you," he mumbles and blushes immediately.

“I love you too, Buck. And you should blush more often; that’s really cute.”

Bucky groans playfully before he pulls you in for another kiss, so you can't say anything that would make him blush even more. And because he just loves the feeling of your hands roaming over his body or through his hair, and he loves your soft lips on his.

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