#mox2.1k

[writing-for-marvel]

Just a Little Late

Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: He was only five minutes away, but are those the five minutes which prevents Steve from saving you?

Prompt: “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.” - in bold

Warnings: angst cause I can’t help myself, explosion, belief of main character death, blood, severe injuries to reader, hospitals, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: I wrote this for @moongoddessmox’s 2.1k + Valentine’s Day Event! (although it’s by far not your traditional fluffy Valentine’s fic)

This was specifically written for/dedicated to my bestie, my angst sister, @babybluebuck I love you Bee, I hope you know just how much of a treasure you are ❤️ Happy Valentine’s Day my love (you know me too well to know I ain’t giving you a fluffy Valentine’s fic, got to endure the angst first)

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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The illuminated GPS in the centre console confirmed their ETA was five minutes.

A measly 300 seconds.

“I’m going in.” Steve’s heart plummeted through the leather seat of the SUV.

“We’re almost there. Wait for backup.” He demanded into the comms nestled in his ear. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white, his foot pressing the accelerator even closer to the floor of the car.

He felt the piercing, knowing, stare of Natasha from the passenger seat boring into his skull, but he refused to acknowledge the connotation of it with a return glance, instead keeping his eyes intently focussed on the road.

He should have been with you. Well, maybe that was a bit of a stretch as it was conditional on your acceptance, but if he hadn't chickened out of asking you to Valentine’s Day dinner like he had been building the courage for the week prior, you might be currently at your favourite restaurant enjoying a few laughs, and if he was lucky maybe a kiss as well, instead of making it to the laboratory before the rest of the team.

“Cap, you know you’d do it if you were in my position.” Your austere voice stated through the transmission.

Steve didn’t have a response to this. Even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, you were right. You were always right. He wouldn't hesitate to run into danger without a second thought for his own safety at the chance to save a life.

The protectiveness which always surged within him when you were around was now exploding like fireworks in his chest. He knew you were more than capable of defending yourself, yet the thought of you entering that building alone, facing unknown threats, with no one to watch your back, had him almost paralysed with fear at the wheel.

His instincts were telling him something was off.

“She can handle herself.” Nat assured after a minute of silence within the car.

Before speaking, Steve navigated a corner at high speed, expertly turning the wheel and using the brakes in tandem so he didn’t crash into the oncoming traffic in the adjacent lanes. He slammed the accelerator to the floor again once they were on the straightened road.

“I know that.”

“We’ll be there in a couple minutes, then she won’t be alone.” Nat’s voice was too tranquil for Steve’s liking - it completely contrasted the severe anxiety swirling in his chest. After a long beat, she spoke again. “Look, I know you’re in love with her, but-”

“What? No I’m not!” Dire denial coated his words but Nat simply scoffed, she had always told him he was a bad liar.

“You say that as if you don’t follow her around like a lost puppy and look at her like she holds your entire world in her hands.” He could hear the smirk in her voice, which irritated him. It was now the second time in as many minutes that another avenger had proved him wrong, rendering him speechless. “Why do you think I stopped trying to set you up?”

Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed.

He either spent his time with you, or thinking about you, perhaps he had been too distracted to observe the change in Nat’s behaviour.

“Once we finish up here, you should ask her out. I’m pretty sure she has a thing for you too if the way her face lights up when you walk into a room is anything to go by.”

Steve didn’t even have time to register Nat’s words, nor the way warmth would have spread through his entire chest at the notion that you reciprocated even a fraction of his feelings for you - a sound as loud as a sonic boom temporarily deafened him.

The laboratory, which they were now only a minute away from and could see directly in front of them, quaked harshly, warm orange fire and smoke rapidly billowed out of the structure as the blast of the explosion reverberated through the entire city, knocking their vehicle into a spin.

Steve stared at the crumbling building once he regained control of the car, a hole the size of a bowling ball ripped through his chest when he thought about you, the person who he wanted to protect above all else, being alone as the detonation went off, your fragile body tossed around by the explosion as he helplessly watched on as the building when up in flames.

“Y/N, do you copy?” Steve’s heart thumped ferociously against his rib cage. All air ejected from his lungs and suddenly the effort to take even a single breath seemed excruciating. The infuriating crackle of static from the comms only tightened the burning constriction in his chest, and for much longer than was safe, completely forgot he was in control of a vehicle travelling at a speed double the limit.

His hands trembled against the steering wheel. With his super senses, he could feel every torturous microsecond pass that you didn’t reply, frames of time in slow motion ticking over as the car sped along as he was all but powerless to observe the disintegrating building, which you were somewhere within.

If only you had waited for them prior to entering.

“Y/N?” This time his voice was gentler, pleading, begging that he would miraculously hear your soothing voice responding on the other end, even though the logical part of his brain told him it wouldn’t come.

And though he wanted to be proved wrong yet again, this time he wasn't.

Frustration and desolation reached boiling point in Steve’s chest, resulting in him swearing loudly, so vehemently that Natasha actually jumped in her seat beside him. Taking the small device from his ear, he crushed it between his bare fingers before letting the fragments drop to the floor.

Natasha took a shaky breath before speaking.

“Our mission is still Dr Cho and her research.” Steve couldn’t believe Nat, who had spent more time with you than anyone, besides perhaps himself, was completely ignoring the rather obvious fact that you were in that building too.

He couldn’t find it in himself to care about some damn research. Nor about some mission which he knew others could focus on completing. He needed to find you. That was his mission.

“Nat if you think I’m not bringing Y/N/N out with me-”

“Steve, I know. But Y/N knew what she was signing up for. The assignment is the research - that’s what she went in there looking for.” It was now Steve’s turn to scoff - the knowledge that you had been put in danger, hurt, probably killed, for the sole reason of finding this research, made him resent it and, if possible, care even less about finding it.

The vehicle came to a screeching stop beside the building. Steve put the car in park, pulled up the handbrake but didn’t even take the time to turn off the ignition before essentially leaping out the open door.

He was coming to find you. Consequences and his own safety be damned.

He just prayed he wasn’t too late.

* * *

The first thing you remember was spluttering as thick, particle polluted air entered your lungs.

When you opened your eyes, you found the world spinning. A persistent ringing filled your ears as you tried to focus your pupils and balance yourself on the debris-covered floor which was swaying like a boat on rough seas.

Your stomach churned, a nauseous feeling rising up your digestive system as you futilely attempted to steady yourself. Searching your foggy brain, for the life of you you couldn’t remember where exactly you were or why you were here, in the remnants of what looked like it had at one point been a medical laboratory, but was now covered in rubble and slabs of concrete from the destroyed ceiling.

On hands and knees, you started crawling to where beams of sunlight shone between the wreckage, the exposed skin beneath your torn clothing began to sting as fresh cuts mixed with the dirt and shattered glass littering the floor. Through your dizzy haze, and the dusty cloud of debris, you could see someone approaching at a run.

You’d recognise that fiery red hair anywhere.

A sense of calm washed over you despite the devastating scene. Natasha Romanoff always knew what to do - she had an uncanny ability to form a plan on the fly, escaping danger at an almost comical eleventh-hour and brush it off after the fact as if nothing even remotely disconcerting happened. But as she neared, all you could notice was the unfamiliar panic consuming her eyes.

Her mouth was moving, but the only sound you could hear was tinnitus, the ringing so unwelcomely repetitive it was making your head throb. Or perhaps, you considered, that might be a concussion caused by whatever explosion had seemingly occurred before your memory kicked in.

Bending down beside you, Nat’s hands quickly found their way to your abdomen in what you initially thought was an attempt to pull you to your feet, but you soon realised was for a much more dire reason.

White hot panic tightened your chest as you looked down to where Nat now applied strenuous pressure, observing a rusty metal shard protruding from your abdomen. Attributing the previous numbness to the adrenaline running through your system, as soon as your eyes landed on the foreign object puncturing your tender skin, and the blood spilling out of the wound at an alarming rate, your body seized in pain.

Nat caught you in her arms before you had the opportunity to face plant into the ground. One of her dainty hands framed the shard of metal, applying force in an attempt to stem your bleeding, as the other snaked under your arm to keep you upright, carefully stepping around the wreckage, heading towards the sunlight outside.

But you knew without some help, you wouldn’t be able to escape the crumbling building quickly enough. However, the persistent ringing in your ears was slowly subsiding, allowing you to now discern the blare of sirens approaching.

Maybe all hope wasn’t lost yet.

She brushed something out of your hair, as you neared the exit of the room you had woken up in, and for the first time you felt a trickle of blood run over your temple and down your cheek.

“Helps’ coming. Just hold on for me.” Nat implored, even though you were positive she believed you couldn’t hear her. She now bore essentially all your weight, each step slower than the last as you struggled to maintain an upright stance.

“Nat, have you found her?” Even though your hearing was still somewhat compromised, you could discern the palpable distress in the familiar voice.

“Not yet!” Nat yelled back. “But I’ve got Y/N. You go find Cho.”

Ignoring her instruction completely, Steve Rogers in his patriotic blue suit rushed into view. When his gaze fell upon you, all but helpless to hold yourself up, the soft recognition in his eyes peeking out behind the fear and something of relief could have fooled you into thinking you were the ‘her’ he was referring to.

For a moment the crippling pain coursing through your body numbed and all you could focus on was how his worried blue eyes roamed your frame, and how he bit the inside of his lip in a way, which you knew him well enough to know, he was fighting back tears.

The sight of him always brought a serenity which you only found in his presence, and your heart, though perhaps now was struggling to pump rhythmically with your loss of blood, skipped a beat in your chest for another reason entirely.

Dropping his shield with a clatter, his large arms scooped you up bridal style, giving Nat a beseeching look which you missed as you pressed your face into his rock hard chest.

“Besides the puncture to her abdomen, she had glass in her hair, she probably took a knock to the head and may have a concussion. She’s also likely blown her eardrums because she can’t hear anything.” Nat rattled off, seemingly content with letting Steve take you even though it contradicted her directive from earlier.

Steve then took off at a run navigating the maze of the wreckage. Something told you you should correct Nat’s words from earlier and inform him you could in fact hear, but then a shiver ran down your spine, your entire body now felt absent of any heat, and instead you curled into Steve’s body to find all the warmth you could.

Darkness crept into the edges of your vision, your eyes unintentionally unfocussing as you felt Steve’s grip on you tighten. You coughed violently after inhaling the sooty smoke filling the air, and it was difficult not to think about all the pungent chemicals in the lab you were breathing in which were potentially much more deadly than the wound in your stomach.

As Steve rounded a corner, turning to head another direction when your path was blocked by a slab of concrete, numbness enveloped your entire body. The searing pain of metal lacerating your insides had softened to a dull ache as you started to drift in and out of consciousness.

“No, no, no, keep your eyes open for me. Please Y/N.” But your eyelids felt so heavy. It would be so easy just let them flutter shut one last time. To fall into a blissful sleep and let the darkness devour you. “I love you, please, I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

Those words pulled you from the engulfing darkness back into the light. They were new and foreign to you, definitely something you weren’t expecting to hear, but they evoked a blooming delight in your chest which left you breathless. You weren’t sure if it was the combination of a concussion and being so close to death that had you imagining a fantasy of what you would most like to hear in your final moments, or if they were actually real.

Blinding light consumed your vision as Steve burst out of the building, and rushed over to an ambulance. All you could do was look up earnestly at his anxious features as he placed you on the gurney.

“Can you hear me? I love you, I’ve always loved you, please.” Tears were trickling down his cheeks now, but you didn’t have the energy to reach up and wipe them away. “I need you to know I love you.”

Even though your entire body felt ice cold, your chest burst with warm joy. It will have taken your death for him to build the courage to tell you, but you could go to your grave knowing the man you loved reciprocated your feelings.

“I love you too.” You croaked just before your world went black.

* * *

A pounding ache in your forehead stirred you awake. A monotonous rhythmic beep from beside you resounded through the hospital room, which was the only other sound audible except the faint voices coming from the hallway, diffusing through the ajar door. Even in your hazy post-anesthetic come-to, you could recognise the voices as your friends.

The faint scent of your favourite flowers hit you next, noticing a bouquet of them by the window as you continued to take in your surroundings, a note, which poked out between the petals, had Steve’s distinctly messy handwriting scrawled on the side facing you.

Your heart swelled at the thought of him and his kind gesture which triggered the recollection of the last thing you remembered before waking in the hospital.

The laboratory.

The explosion.

The confession.

God the confession. How you had longed, but never expected, to hear those words from him for months, if not years.

All it took was a building coming down on top of you for him to finally reveal it.

A gentle knock on the door pulled you out of your reverie.

“Are you awake?” Steve whispered, poking his gorgeous face around the edge of the door, those stunning blue eyes of his met your own and the smile which bloomed on his face at the recognition that you were indeed awake made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I- err we- were going to lose you.” He exclaimed as he hurried to your bedside.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than an explosion and a building collapsing on me for you to lose me, Rogers.” Your voice was hoarse with underuse. A blush crept up his cheeks until his cheekbones burned bright red, and he let out a relieved chuckle.

“Don’t know why I was so worried then… it’s not like you almost died in my arms or something.” There was a joking tone to his voice, the cheerfulness of which didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You reached for his hands and started fiddling with his fingers, in turn Steve’s thumb slowly drew circles over the smooth skin on the back of your hand, careful to avoid snagging the IV in your arm.

“You remember what happened?” He asked more tentatively than would be usual for him. His eyes were hopeful, yet anxious. The blue now closer to a stormy sky rather than their usual baby blue.

“Do you mean with the detonation, or you panickingly confessing your love for me?” At that moment he paused fidgeting with your hands and looked you directly in the eye, which he had been too nervous to do beforehand.

“You remember anything after that?”

After that? That was a little foggy, but how important could it be? He told you he loved you, that he couldn’t lose you, what could be more important than that? You didn’t need to shake your head for him to know you couldn’t remember, the perplexed expression gave him the answer in itself.

“You said you loved me too.” It was your turn for your cheeks to heat up. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, because you did, but you hadn’t remembered confessing your most closely guarded secret.

“Well, that’s because I do.” His eyes sparkled as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“You do?”

“Yeah Stevie, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” The words felt so natural on the tip of your tongue, and you couldn’t wait to keep saying them for as long as he wanted to hear them.

He leaned over the railing of the hospital bed, tilted your chin up with his index finger, and captured your lips in a kiss. Although you were confined to a bed, the desperation and love shown in the way his lips moved against yours was unmatched - he had almost lost you, and you now knew unequivocally that he never intended to let you go again.

When he finally pulled back, the smile he beamed was as bright as the sun.

“You know, I was going to ask you to be my valentine this year, but I chickened out. I feel like an idiot, if I knew how you felt I would have asked you, not just yesterday, but a long time ago.”

“Well how about I make a deal with you right now…” You picked up his hand again, and placed a small kiss to his knuckles. “I’ll be your valentine every year for the rest of my life, if you promise to never stop kissing me like that.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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[moongoddessmox]

Warning: 18+, language

Word Count: 631

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Prompt: “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Valentine's Day Blurb for @gutflorizt

Prompt List | 2.1k and Valentine's Celebration | Blurb Masterlist

Lee straightened out his dress shirt, nervously fiddling with the sleeves as if he couldn’t get comfortable. His large fingers twirled the cufflinks he’d chosen especially for you, gold outlined the design of your favorite flower. Small and gold enough that it was still masculine but had a hint of you with him wherever he went. Lee took one final look at himself in the mirror, smoothing down the stressed buttons of his shirt over his soft belly, before picking up the bouquet from the table and heading out the door.

Lee showed up to your place of work, walking in with a look of confidence as he passed by your coworkers. He finally found you behind the counter, packing up the last of your paperwork to head home. You had plans to make yourself a little spaghetti dinner and drink wine as usual on Valentine’s Day, but when you looked up and saw the sheriff standing in front of you with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, you had a twisting feeling in your gut that your plans were about to change.

“Hi darlin’,” his thick southern accent was sweet and a little nervous, unusual for the sheriff.

“Hiya sheriff, what brings you here?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, not wanting to assume he was there for you. Lee smiled, his eyes taking in your sweet face.

“Well, seeing as it’s valentine’s day, I figured I’d ask you out to dinner tonight,” your heart skipped a beat at the warm grin Lee had spread across his face. It was then that you realized just how nice he looked. Ironed shirt, freshly shaved face, slicked hair, he looked amazing and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Now why would you ask me, Lee?” you questioned, unsure where this sudden gesture came from. You hadn’t really spoken a whole lot to each other although you did find him incredibly cute and you wanted nothing more than to spend time with him.

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me,” your cheeks ran hot, was it really that noticeable? “And I have to say darlin’, I’ve had my eye on you for a while, you’re perfect.” he was bold. You liked that. Little did you know though, he was on the verge of trembling. Lee always tried to seem confident but he was always down on himself about his weight and looks, and sure he was a little brash in the field, but he just wanted a loving partner to take care of and you were perfect to him. Your smile lingered with him all day and into his dreams and he just had to take this chance.

“Well, if I’m perfect as you say, then how can I pass up this chance, sheriff?” you bit your lip and his face relaxed into a satisfied smile. You took the flowers from him as you stood from your desk and came around the desk. He extended his hand to you and you placed yours in it, dropping your eyes to his large fingers and up to his cufflinks, immediately noticing the flowers. He saw the way your eyes lit up at them and couldn’t help but smile.

“Got’em just for you, darlin’, you like it?”

“That’s so sweet, Lee, I love it. You look great,” he melted a little at your praise and leaned forward to kiss the back of your hand.

“Come on, I’ve got the whole night planned,” he leaned into your ear, “that leads to your pretty body next to mine in bed,” he whispered. Chills ran down your spine at the thought of him naked, your body intertwined with his, his lips on yours. Fuck. You wanted to skip right to the end of the night.

#mox2.1k #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker x female reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n

[moongoddessmox]

Warning: 18+, fluff, Bucky being adorable

Word Count: 654

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

Valentine’s Day Blurb for @vayollie

Prompt List | 2.1k and Valentine’s Celebration | Blurb Masterlist

It was a business trip. At least, that’s what he told you. You had been seeing the incredibly dangerous and well-respected mob boss, Bucky, for quite a while now and he’d treated you like an absolute queen. No matter how scary and intimidating he was to the world, he was your little teddy bear behind closed doors. Of course, he’d keep it to a minimum when you were out in public, but he wasn’t afraid to show his affection no matter who was in the room. But only you got to see this side of him, holding your hand through the streets of Japan, dancing with you under the cherry blossoms while you giggled your “pretty little ass” off as he’d said.

You were in a pretty remote area, surrounded only by the falling leaves of the cherry blossom tree, nearby waterfall, and Bucky. His arms felt like they never left your body all day. He was wrapped around you, kissing your cheek, your neck, basking in the alone time he finally got with you. There was one day when he was gone for the day to take care of business, something about joining forces and smuggling things from Japan to New York, but he booked a full two weeks so the two of you could have the rest of the time as a much-needed vacation.

You slipped out of Bucky’s grasp to catch some of the falling leaves and giggled when they landed on your face as you looked up. Bucky watched you in awe, pure adorable in his eyes as you twirled in the gentle breeze, looking as beautiful as the tree, spreading joy across his vision.

“Buck, come catch some!” you giggled, extending your hand to him. You didn’t think he would, being Mr. Big Bad Mob Boss, but he did. He slipped off his Prada jacket, tossed it into the pile of cherry blossoms on the ground, and took your hand, holding out his other one and letting the leaves fall into his palm.

“Close your eyes, darling,” he tilted your head back, laying two blossoms over your eyelids and one on the bridge of your nose with a soft laugh.

“Am I cute now?” you giggled.

“You’re always cute,” you felt him get closer until his soft lips were on yours. The wind blew away the blossoms and you peeked one eye open to see him looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes.

“Thanks for catching them with me,” you said bashfully. Bucky held your face between his hands. His cold rings chilled your skin as he kissed you again.

“For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan–no–in the world.”

“I never want to leave here, Buck,” you wrapped your arms around his large body.

“How about we make it even more memorable, hm?” he pulled away, kissing the bridge of your nose before he hiked up his pant legs to kneel on one knee. Your eyes got wide as he reached into his pocket, holding your breath as you watched him.

“Baby girl, I would do anything you wanted, give you anything you desired, if you want to buy a house here and watch the cherry blossoms every day, I would do that for you. I love you with all my heart, darling, marry me, baby, make me the happiest man on earth,” he opened the velvet box, and inside was the biggest, most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. But it didn’t matter, he could give you a ring pop for all you cared. Being Mrs. Barnes was more than enough for you, and you let him know just how much you wanted to marry him.

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Bucky,” you squealed, tackling him into the pile of blossoms. He smiled at you, a big, toothy grin. Kissing every inch of your face as you lay in the cherry blossoms together. Engaged.

#mox2.1k #mafia!bucky #mafia!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

[moongoddessmox]

Warning: 18+, sexual themes

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 515

Prompt: "Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

Valentine's Day Blurb for @turbolisedcomet

Prompt List | 2.1k and Valentine's Celebration | Blurb Masterlist

Your dad’s best friend Bucky was quite helpful around the house, your dad wasn’t much of a handyman but his friend had the magic touch. He could fix anything and everything, including your sexual frustration. Bucky would come over often, fixing the plumbing, putting on new cabinets, or putting hardwood flooring throughout the house. It was finally time to do the floors of your bedroom so you had helped him move your furniture into the hallway. You came back into your room to find him looking through the drawer of your nightstand, the drawer that had your especially private belongings in it. One of which was a picture of him shirtless at one of your family’s parties.

“What are you doing?!” you gasped from the doorway, the burn of embarrassment crawling up your back until it made its way to your cheeks. Bucky chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you and he waved the photo around.

“Keeping me with your sex toys, huh? Are you trying to tell me something?” his voice was laced with impurity.

“Why are you looking through my drawer?” you quickly walked over and slammed it shut, attempting to take the photo from him but he pulled it away.

“It fell open when I moved it, and baby girl, what I found was too intriguing not to explore,” he licked his bottom lip which made you clench your jaw. “Is this what you like? You like seeing me without a shirt, doll?”

“That picture just happened to be in there, it has no relation to the other stuff, my PRIVATE belongings,” you made sure to enunciate the word private, attempting to scold the older man for perusing through your stuff. Your face only made him chuckle, you weren’t the least bit intimidating to him.

“Don’t look at me like that and feign innocence, I find it hard to believe my half-naked body lying right on top of your dildo was an honest mistake,” he stepped closer to you until your body was pressed against the wall of your room. “And I promise I’m so much better than that toy,” Bucky’s voice dropped low, just a deep whisper as it penetrated your ears. His metal fingers slid up your body until they unhooked under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Besides, baby girl, your parents are out for Valentine’s, so we can have as much fun as we want,” you watched his tongue lick over his teeth, wishing that it was on you instead. “Just say the words, say the words and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked,” Bucky brushed his nose along your ear, his hot breath making the hair on your neck stand up. He could feel your heartbeat pick up, racing a million miles a second. He dropped his hand from your chin and ran it down your body until it was at your crotch, just barely brushing against you.

“Say it, baby,” he begged, desperate to hear the words from your lips.

“Fuck me, Bucky,” and he did. So much better than the toy.

#mox2.1k #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #fanfic #bucky #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky x reader

[moongoddessmox]

Serious ask this time surprise surprise

Dbf!Bucky and jealousy 😌

Your fav goblin

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It's everyday bro

baby......DBF!Bucky makes me feral...

Warning: 18+, age gap (20s/30s), sexual themes, language

You couldn’t help but smirk at the older man that clenched his jaw at you and your new girlfriend. You had invited her over for dinner with your family and your dad’s best friend Bucky who lived next door. But when you walked in and introduced her, Bucky clenched his jaw and reluctantly extended his hand to greet her. His eyes were on you as you brushed by him in your little skirt that showed a little too much ass when you bent over. You had never touched him, never giving in to the temptation of your dad’s friend, but you wanted him and he knew it. You would always tease him with your outfits, little dresses, low hanging tops, tiny little pajama shorts when he was over late watching movies with your dad. He would suddenly need another beer when you got the glass of water you didn’t need, accidentally dropping an ice cube on the floor so you could bend over in front of him. Your shorts hiked high and tight around your ass, just barely revealing the lace panties you put on specifically for that moment.

Bucky exhaled sharply as he felt your hand brush his crotch on the way to your chair, immediately rubbing his hand down his black floral shirt and sneakily over his jeans to adjust himself. During dinner he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, your arm slung over your girlfriend’s shoulder as you playfully hugged her. Fingers constantly touching her exposed skin or thigh. Bucky always noticed when your hand was on her leg under the table, he’d envisioned it being him for so long, your fingers around his cock, his hand up your skirt. Nothing went unnoticed by him. Especially not the way you sucked on your straw with your eyes dead on his, or the way you licked your spoon clean.

After dinner, you said your goodbyes to your girlfriend, walking her out to her car and making sure to lean into the driver-side window enough for your skirt to slide up your ass. You knew Bucky was watching you, he was always watching. When you came back in, you offered to clean up the kitchen so your parents could go to bed. Naturally, Bucky offered to help. Since your dad trusted him completely, he saw nothing wrong with the two of you staying up alone, which you were both thankful for.

As soon as you heard your parent’s bed stop creaking, meaning they were finally settled and would be falling asleep, Bucky had you pulled into the laundry room. He pressed you against the washer, hand slipping up your bare thigh and hooking around your underwear.

“So fucking naughty,” he breathed low, tugging your underwear down. “You’ve been such a bad girl all fucking night. You enjoy teasing me like that?”

“Mm, maybe,” you spoke, running your tongue over your teeth slowly, teasing him with your open mouth. Bucky groaned, pushing into you further.

“Ya know, we could’ve done this slow, I would’ve treated you like a real princess,” his voice was filled with lust, something in it was so dangerous, it made you wet. “I would’ve taken care of you, kissing your soft pretty body, taking my time to please you, making sure you felt so good,” Bucky’s lips ghosted over your ear, nose trailing along your cheek leaving goosebumps behind.

“But since you wanted to be a fucking tease,” he gripped your ass tight, “you’re going to get fucked like the little slut you are.” You yelped as he lifted you up on the washing machine, immediately being shushed by him.

“Don’t make a fucking sound,” fuck. He wasn’t asking, he was commanding, and you were dripping wet for him.

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#mox mail #mox2.1k #dbf!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #dad's best friend bucky #bucky barnes x reader

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Warning: 18+, fluff, kissing

Word Count: 555

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x Deaf!Reader

Prompt: “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

Valentine’s Day Blurb for @mrsdrysdale18

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You were strolling down the street with your boyfriend, Bucky. Valentine’s Day had been absolutely perfect; he’d woken you up with a fresh cup of tea, your favorite breakfast, and a whole itinerary for the day. First, you headed over to the museum, a wondrous place to explore and joke about your 100-year-old boyfriend being a dinosaur, which warranted the biggest eye-roll of the century. You then went to grab brunch at the new place you had been dying to try, and it was just as amazing as you had heard. Next was the botanical gardens, the perfect place for new couple photos for your living room. Bucky had worn his cutest floral shirt which matched perfectly with the backdrop of giant flower bushes. After spending hours in the gardens, you made your way to a local bookstore, sifting through the dusty shelves looking for books for each other, giggling when you picked the same one. Then it was dinner time, the most romantic Italian restaurant in town, with reservations placed months in advance.

Now you were taking a late-night stroll through the park. It was decorated for Valentine’s Day, pink fairy lights strung up along the pathway leading to a heart-shaped arch of flowers. Bucky held your hand as he led you down the path, periodically placing a kiss on your temple. At the end, you saw a table with a row of gift bags and a bottle of champagne. Your eyes immediately met Bucky’s which crinkled with his smile. You swore his eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

After he led you to the table, he had you open each gift one by one, each exposing things you desperately wanted, with a few typical Valentine’s gifts as well, like a teddy bear with a sleeve that resembled his metal arm. The last gift was small, it was in a little pink box that he seemed especially anxious to give to you which made your heart flutter. When you removed the lid, inside was a silver velvet box. Your eyes immediately watered as you choked back the premature sobbing that was building up in your body.

“I know it’s cliche, but you’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me,” Bucky got on one knee, allowing you to hold the ring box so he could sign his thoughts. “Y/N, will you marry me?” he took the box from you, opening it to reveal a gorgeous ring, a ring that you had just looked at and briefly mentioned you would love to have. He remembered. He remembered everything about you, everything you liked, everything you wanted. Bucky would even make little notes in the smartphone you made him get so that he could refer back to it for holidays.

You couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes, pouring down your face as you signed a very eager “yes” to him. Bucky’s face stretched into a grin and he shakily placed the ring on your finger, excitement making it hard to stay still. He swooped you up into his arms and kissed you deeply, the passion and love the both of you felt in that moment felt earth-shattering. It rocked you to your core and you knew you were the happiest person in the world, well, next to Bucky.

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Warning: 18+, language, sad feels, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 877

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x Reader

Prompts: “I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”, “I’m so lucky.”, “Look at me. I love you.”

Note: This one is especially special, because I wish I could make you believe that you deserve kindness and love, and I love what you write so much and value you as a person. I know I'm awkward and shy and don't talk a lot, but I actually have so much love for you and I just want you to be happy. <3

Valentine's Day Blurb for @bxucky

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This isn’t how you wanted to spend your Valentine’s Day but here you were, sitting alone in your room crying. Why? Well, you felt like no one loved you. You felt like you weren’t good enough, that your passions weren’t good enough or important enough. You couldn’t shake the feeling. It was consuming yet another night of your life when you just wanted to be happy.

You quieted down as soon as you heard the door to your apartment open. Your roommate, Bucky, was back. You weren’t expecting him to be back so early. He said he had a work thing with Sam and usually that lasted all through the night. You wiped your tears and sat in the corner of your room, hoping he’d just go to his room and wouldn’t bother you. But of course, Bucky being Bucky, he tapped his knuckles on your door and whispered your name. Clearing your throat softly, you said hello, hoping he’d just check-in and tell you he was back, then go away.

“Can I come in?” Fuck.

“Oh sec,” your voice gave way a little and cracked, immediately alerting Bucky to your mood.

“Are you okay?” his voice was full of concern, not waiting for you to open the door as he did it himself. “I’m coming in, are you decent?” he asked as he stepped in. He peaked his eyes open and saw you sitting on the floor. Bucky rushed over to you, kneeling down and dropping the bouquet of flowers he held onto the floor. His hand immediately cupped your face, wiping the tears that streamed down your cheek and nudging you to look at him.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Bucky’s voice was so soft but alarmed, it hurt his soul to see you upset. It was the worst feeling in the world because he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. You deserved unwavering love and joy and he wanted to give it to you.

“Nothing, I just-” you choked up, feeling the tears well up in your eyes again. Talking about your feelings, especially while already crying, just made you cry even more. Bucky was patient, his hand never leaving your face. “I just feel so lonely and like nothing I do is good enough,” you managed to choke out. Bucky’s shoulders dropped, face twisting in despair as he saw you cry.

“Oh, Y/N,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the warmest hug you’d ever felt. He stayed like that for a moment while you cried, gently shushing you and stroking your back.

“Look at me,” he finally said. Slowly pulling away, you looked up at him. His blue eyes were so comforting and full of love, “I love you,” the words didn’t feel real. He’d never said it before. You were just friends who showed each other your love but it was never spoken, and never like that. It didn’t feel like a friend kind of I love you.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life, you mean everything to me and you are so amazing. Y/N, I really mean that. Everything you do makes my heart skip, every word you write in your novels, god it fills me with such joy to be able to read your work. I love everything that you do,” you couldn’t help but cry again hearing him confess his love to you.

“I went out today because I wanted to finally tell you how I felt, so I could you these,” he pulled away and grabbed the bouquet and chocolates that had fallen from his hands earlier, “I know it’s not much but I had this whole speech about asking you to be my valentine, it was really cheesy,” he chuckled embarrassedly. You couldn’t help but smile at him, the red that stained his cheeks and nose as he got flustered spread down his neck the longer you looked at him.

“I love it, Buck,” your voice calmed his rapid heart. He brought you into another hug, kissing the top of your head before planting soft kisses across your entire face, earning himself a giggle from you.

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy, but you make me the happiest man in the world,” his hands cupped your face, slowly bringing your lips together until he moaned softly against your skin. “Be my valentine?” he asked in a whisper, planting another soft kiss on your lips.

“I would love nothing more, Bucky,” and with that, he swept you from the floor and carried you into the living room where he had set out a romantic dinner with your favorite takeout. On the couch were a variety of stuffed bears, and another bouquet sat on the table surrounded by balloons and small gift bags.

“Buck!” you exclaimed, lost for words at the sight before you.

“I wanted to do something special, but I couldn’t decide on one thing because I wanted you to have it all,” you turned back around to him, brushing his head across the back of his neck shyly. You pressed your body to his and hugged him so tightly he thought you’d actually break his super-soldier body.

“I love you,”

“I love you too, doll,”

#mox2.1k #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #fanfic

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Well, since you decided to drop into my ask with boyfriends dad bucky, why don't you write your own little blurb about him, anything will do 😏

Bestieeeeee, I've got so many thots about boyfriend's dad Bucky...I love him.

The first time you found yourself having major sexual tension with your boyfriend's dad was at his birthday party. Your boyfriend's family was pretty well off, Bucky, his dad, being a war vet and working some deep pocket government job. So, when you came over to his house for the first time, a month into dating, you found out he lived in a pretty large family home, complete with a giant pool perfect for parties like the one that day.

You were greeted by the tall, muscular man in the kitchen with his friends, their children having grown up with your boyfriend, and as soon as you saw that tight black shirt, blue eyes, and metal arm, you felt your panties become slick. You clenched your jaw as your boyfriend introduced you to everyone; his father being a hugger and pulling you deep into his chest, sliding his cold metal hand across your back that was only covered by the thin string of your bikini top. Nothing suspicious, nothing to warrant any squinted gazes from the party guests, but a touch so careful that you immediately felt the tingling sensation of goosebumps run across your skin. He knew what he was doing. You could feel it in his touch. It was impure and devious, and wouldn't be the last time he touched you.

You'd notice him watching you poolside, little bikini barely holding onto your body, something you did on purpose to tease your boyfriend but unintentionally captured the attention of his stoic father. His gaze on you could be felt from miles, but he didn't let it show on his face. He looked innocent, but his eyes told a different story, something you'd find in plastic wrap on the shelf in the romance section.

You did feel bad, barely having dated your boyfriend for a month when you were lured to bed with his father. You knew spring breaks were meant to be wild, fun, but you never knew it'd lead you to the bed of an older man. You did suppose college was for discovering who you were and what you liked, and that just happened to be sneaking around with Bucky. His metal hand squeezing your thigh at the dinner table, flesh fingers brushing against your ass as you bent over to pick something up, hand over your mouth as he fucked you while his son slept in the other room. You took a bit of solace in the fact that Bucky was a single father, at least he didn't have a wife he was cheating on. But you felt like a hypocrite for finding relief in it, seeing as you were doing what you were glad Bucky wasn't. However, you couldn’t resist spending every break, every summer going on trips, and spending time with your boyfriend and his dad.

2.1k and Valentine's Celebration

#mox2.1k #bucky barnes #bfd!bucky #boyfriend's dad bucky #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x reader

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Warning: 18+, kissing, fluff

Word Count: 519

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Prompt: “Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

Valentine’s Day Blurb for @fuck-you-i-didnt-eat-the-beans

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You spent all day tidying up and making sure everything was perfect. You wore your husband’s favorite little dress, made his favorite meal, and littered the house with candles and flowers. Sure, Lee was the macho sheriff of Knockemstiff, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t splurge on some flowers for him. Besides, you would get to spruce up the place for yourself too.

Just as his favorite pie was coming out of the oven, you heard the door to your little house open. The sweet aroma of cherry pie, roses, and vanilla candles met his nostrils immediately and washed a sense of warmth and welcome over him.

“Hi baby,” you greeted him as you walked into the foyer where he was hanging his jacket up. Lee’s eyes instantly scanned your body, taking you in from head to toe.

“Hi darlin’, I see you got on that pretty little dress I like, you know what that does to me, doll,” his large hands swept across your hips and folded together behind your back, pulling you into a hug. His lips met your forehead before taking in your lips.

“Mm, I got this and so much more for you, baby,” you pulled away and walked him into the living room. His features softened when he looked at all the stuff you had laid out for him. You bit your lip, waiting eagerly for his response but he didn’t say anything, just backtracked to the foyer and came back with a large gift bag and the biggest bouquet you’d ever seen.

“Lee!” you gasped as he handed you the flowers.

“It’s nothing compared to this, darlin’, you’re too good to me,” he brought you into another kiss.

“You like it, Lee?” you looked over the room again.

“I love it darlin’, your heart is too pure for me, ya know that?” he came behind you and placed soft kisses on your neck, holding your waist as you smelled your own flowers.

“Open up ya gift,” he said, nudging you toward your gift bag. You let out an excited squeal, taking the bag to the couch and setting it between your legs. You pulled out a large teddy bear in a policeman’s jacket.

“Since ya call me your teddy bear,” Lee blushed. Around its neck was a very expensive-looking diamond and pearl necklace. “Next time we go out, I figured you could wear that, think it’d pair nicely with that little white dress ya got.”

“Lee…” you teared up a bit, “it’s beautiful, I love it so much.” you stood and wrapped your arms around his pudgy waist. He was soft and inviting, so gentle with you, his favorite girl.

“Aw, come on now, ya know I don’t like to see my girl cry,”

“They’re happy tears,” you explained with a chuckle.

“Still,” Lee tilted your head up, kissing your forehead. You pulled away and wiped your face.

“Alright, enough of that, huh? I made your favorite, cherry pie,” Lee groaned in pleasure, excited to dig in because he loved your food so much.

“Like I said darlin’, you’re too good to me,”

#mox2.1k #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n

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2.1k and Valentine's Celebration!

Hi, y'all! I'm back again with a mini celebration for hitting 2.1k followers! I also decided to make this a Valentine's Day event to spread the love to my followers and mutuals! I will be doing the same prompts from my 2k celebration because I am unoriginal.

Event lasts from February 6th to the 20th.

Post Masterlist

Topics to discuss:

Any Marvel Actors / Characters

Henry Cavill / Characters

Supernatural

Video Games

Music (Any genre)

Lord of the Rings

ASK GAMES:

This or That

Ask me to choose between any two things!

Would You Rather

Ask me if I would rather do one thing or another!

FMK - Fuck, Marry, Kiss

Make me choose between three people to FMK!

Thoughts/opinions

Ask me my thoughts on any topic!

Blurbs

Request a blurb–a short, informal piece of writing.

Valentine's Day Event

Since we can't physically hang out for Valentine's Day, I figured I'd put together a little event for you to spread the love to your favorite blogs and friends! There are two ways to do this!

Request a drabble in dedication to one of your mutuals/friends, or yourself!

Write a drabble/blurb/fic for a mutual/friend/yourself.

Use this prompt list for your requests or writing, or come up with your own! All fandoms are welcome!

All stories will be put into a master list as they are written.

If you choose to write a story, please tag it #mox2.1k and let me know you've written it!

All my posts will also be tagged with #mox2.1k!

Thanks for all the follows!!

#rant #mox2.1k #valentines day event #marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sebastian stan #chris evans #henry cavill #the witcher #superman #geralt #geral of rivia #lord of the rings #lotr

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compilation of all posts for this event

Fics:

Just a Little Late by @writing-for-marvel

Blurbs:

Jealousy - DBF!Bucky

Trope Matching - FWB!Bucky, DBF!Bucky, College!Bucky, Ex!Bucky, Rockstar!Bucky

Swamp Fever - Bucky Barnes x Thanos

The Beginning of Something Bad - BFD!Bucky Barnes

I'm So Lucky - TFATWS!Bucky Barnes

Feigned Innocence - DBF!Bucky Barnes

The Way You Look at Me - Lee Bodecker

Fate - Loki

Too Pure - Lee Bodecker

Writhe - Nomad!Steve Rogers

Cherry Blossom - Mafia!Bucky Barnes

The Best Thing - tfatws!Bucky Barnes

Thoughts/Opinions:

LOTR Thoughts

Steve Going Back for Peggy

FMK:

August Walker, Geralt of Rivia, Captain Syverson

Mafia!Bucky, Mafia!Steve, Biker!Bucky

2.1k and Valentine’s Celebration

#mox2.1k #bucky barnes #steve rogers #henry cavill #lotr #sebastian stan #chris evans #august walker #geralt of rivia #captain syverson #thanos

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Warning: 18+, brief suggestive language, fluff

Word count: 547

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader

Prompt: “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Valentine’s Day Blurb for @writing-for-marvel

Prompt List | 2.1k and Valentine’s Celebration | Blurb Masterlist

It was Valentine’s Day and you were alone, fiddling with the little letter in your hands, trying to build up the courage to give it to your best friend, Steve. You couldn’t deny your feelings for him any longer, but you were afraid of ruining your friendship. You wrote out a little note, something simple and precious, a sweet confession of everything you loved about him. But you fought with yourself over it, was it too much? Did he feel the same? Was it cheesy? You decided to just take the chance, slipping it under his door at the compound and waiting for the awkward moment when he’d avoid you or tell you he just wanted to be friends.

It was a few two hours before you saw him, that couldn’t have been good. It wasn’t, you were sure of it. You were wrapped up in your blanket on your bed cursing yourself for thinking it was a good idea to tell him your feelings. Now he probably didn’t want anything to do with you. That was until you heard the familiar knock on your door. You groaned, still wrapped in the blanket like a hooded cloak, and opened the door to see Steve standing there, note in hand.

“Hi, can I come in?” he laughed when you didn’t immediately move to let him in as usual. You moved out of the way and let him pass, the fresh scent of his body wash wafting in behind him. His hair was still a little damp and tight shirt hugging his body making your heart beat faster, which you tried to calm because he would definitely be able to tell with his damned super-soldier senses.

“So…this letter,” he tapped it against his palm a few times with his eyebrows raised. You groaned and threw yourself on the bed, smashing your face against the pillow.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you dragged out the last word like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Steve chuckled, sitting on the bed next to you.

“Well, I do. So, my, what was it? ‘Beautifully thick beard and luscious hair’ huh?” you groaned even louder into the bedding. “Oh, and my, ‘dumb gorgeous face’?” Steve teased.

“Please disregard, I take it all back, just toss it in the trash please, I’m begging you,”

“Well, what if I told you,” Steve laid down until his face was right next to yours, “that I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up,” you perked up, peeking an eye open under the hood of your blanket.

“But I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writing underneath me.” his voice got dark, a low sultry whisper that tightened your stomach and made your breathing hitch.

“But!” he changed his tone, this one was chirper, louder than before and teasing, “if you want me to throw it out and pretend this didn’t happen, I can do that,” he got up and headed for your trash can, hovering the letter over it until you sprang from the bed.

“Steve!” you whined, earning a large grin from him.

“Yes, baby girl?” there it was, that sultry tone again.

“Get over here, we can skip dinner,”

#mox2.1k #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fluff #nomad!steve #nomad!steve x reader

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Warning: 18+, slight hurt/comfort

Word Count: 776

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”, “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

Valentine's Day Blurb for @mobbucky

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The long corridor was dimly lit by the sconces on the walls as you made your way down it. You snuck away from the grand ballroom after receiving a note from one of the couriers, a small envelope with a green wax seal, immediately recognizable as Loki’s seal. You clutched it close to your chest and slipped away from the Valentine’s Day ball, opening it in secret to the short note in elegant ink. I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here. Your heart fluttered as you found your way through the large castle, up to the highest peak, until you were standing in front of his chambers. The large wooden door was intricately carved with designs of battle, a story of a warrior prince fighting for his claim to greatness. It was your favorite door in all the castle.

You gently ran your fingers across the designs before knocking, waiting for him to answer or call you in. The only sign of life was the retreating footsteps of the courier that must have just dropped off his gift from you. Usually, there were guards by the door, a custom of all royalty in the castle but when there were none, it meant that he called them off. And he only did that when he wanted absolute privacy.

Loki’s voice beckoned you inside, it was distant and low and sounded broken. You slowly opened the door and shut it quietly behind you. No one knew that you were in love with Loki, no one knew that you spent many sleepless nights together in each other’s chambers, or how you laid together in the library reading to each other. You were viewed as an esteemed guest in the castle, someone with the intention of marrying well or for an alliance. But you couldn’t help but fall for Loki. He was sad, broken, and in such need of comfort and you gave him everything he’d ever wanted. He didn’t understand it, he didn’t understand how you could love him, but you always made sure he was included. If he seemed to slink off during events, you always went to him, or openly invited or engaged him in activities. You were warned not to get too close to him, especially by Odin, but you brushed it off. Loki was incredible, intelligent, strong, and so worthy of everything you wanted to give him.

Loki was standing in the corner of his room, his back to the door as you walked over. As you approached him, you saw him tense, it was unusual because he always relaxed when you were near.

“Loki?” you brushed your hand over his shoulder blades, pulling a soft hum from his lips.

“My darling,” his voice trembled a bit, his smooth accent wavering as he tried to compose himself. In front of him, you saw the gift you had sent to his room, a large basket of his favorite treats and flowers. Baked goods branded with hearts and a letter of your love. You were sure he would love it, so it broke your heart a little to hear him so upset.

“You don’t like it?” he turned around at your question, almost offended that you would think that.

“It’s perfect, it’s too perfect. I am not worthy of such a gift, my love,” his green eyes fell to the floor and you swept your hand under his chin.

“Loki, you are worthy of everything you desire. Fate has brought us together and I couldn’t be happier to have someone like you in my life,” his teary eyes met yours with furrowed brows.

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you,” Loki’s voice cracked, a sob being chuckled away as he averted his eyes again. You didn’t know what else to do, you’d never kissed him before but it was all you could think to do at that moment. You brought his face to meet yours and placed a delicate kiss on his soft lips. You could feel the doubt leave his body as he melted into your touch.

“I trust that our paths were meant to align and every day feels so effortless with you, Loki. You are everything to me,” your quiet words soothed his soul and allowed him to let you in completely. He ran the back of his fingers down the side of your face until his thumb brushed along your chin, admiring every inch of your beautiful face.

“Lay with me, my love,” his lustrous voice sent warmth across your body as you took him into your arms again.

#mox2.1k #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #fanfic

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bucky touching himself and thanos walking in on his babyboy, pls.

kdbcwihdc congrats on the milestone bestie.

regards from your favorite goblin,

c

its everyday bro💖💅🏼

thanks i threw up

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

The sound of Bucky’s metal hand stroking his thick cock filled the small hut. The nearby sounds of the swamp rippling in the pre-storm wind, the croaking of frogs, the cool breeze flapping the makeshift animal hide curtains–it was a perfect evening for some self-pleasure. Bucky had run away with the love of his life during the war against The Avengers, their passion growing so intensely that the battle was abandoned in the name of love. He was on the run again, but this time, he had his big, purple daddy by his side.

The super-soldier was laid out on the bed, a pile of hay with a sheet thrown over it, and a wooden bed frame made by the two lovers. His long legs spread open, toes curled around the foot of the bed, cock in hand, and head pressed into the mattress. Bucky had put on Celine Dion’s “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” on the battery-operated boombox that sat on the dresser. They didn’t have power where they were, only candlelight and good vibes.

Bucky stroked his cock faster, precum spilling down the side and onto his hand as he imagined his lover, desperate for him to get home from gathering wood for the fire. As if he had willed it to happen, Bucky heard the heavy footsteps of Thanos walking up the stone path to their front door. He almost came right then and there in anticipation. The door swung open and Thanos stepped into the room, immediately dropping his gaze to Bucky’s throbbing cock gripped by his metal hand. Thanos licked his lips, his large tongue sliding over the smiling flesh that matched his skin.

“Oh, my baby boy is pleasuring himself without me?” his voice laced with deviance carried through the dimly lit hut and penetrated Bucky’s ears. Thanos dropped the logs to the ground and stood at the foot of the bed, watching the twitch of Bucky’s cock get more frequent.

“Finish it,” Thanos commanded, but Bucky felt bratty. He wanted his purple daddy to do it, he wanted his thick fingers around his cock, tongue sliding over his body. Bucky released himself and bucked his hips up a little, edging Thanos closer, begging him to do it. Thanos let out a low chuckle, stripping himself of his own clothes.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

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[moongoddessmox]

Hi so I have an ask for your 2.1k celebration, congrats again btw!!

So it’s a little weird, but essentially match the character with a trope and if you’re feeling it, provide a little blurb/explanation as to why you paired them:

FWB!Bucky, DBF!Bucky, Rockstar!Bucky, College!Bucky & Ex!Bucky

Fake dating, only one bed, forced proximity, love triangle & enemies to lovers

BESTIE I LOVE THIS HOLY SHITTTT THANK YOUUUU

Fun fact: DBF!Bucky is based on my actual experience and one of the first few college parties I ever went to. Minus the hot dad's best friend. I just had to wait it out until I could drive myself back to my dorm lmao

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18+ UNDER THE CUT

FWB!Bucky / Love Triangle

A love triangle with FWB!Bucky would start out innocent. You were only friends with benefits anyway. It had started out as two friends just wanting to blow off steam, a slightly intoxicated night after a party where you ran into your exes. You were frustrated and lonely, using each other to feel better and forget about the events earlier in the night. Bucky was always there for you and god, the stories you heard about him in bed, you were eager to find out for yourself. You didn’t expect to fall in love with him, you didn’t expect to become so desperate for his fingers, cold metal fucking you until you came harder than you could even make yourself cum. You couldn’t help but love the way he smiled at you, his blue eyes so soft but could turn so dark with lust in a matter of seconds. You wanted him all to yourself, but that’s not what he wanted, or at least you thought. But he had started seeing this other woman, Natasha or something. You didn’t want to hear about her, you didn’t want to think about Bucky fucking another woman, pleasuring her the way he pleasured you. Bucky couldn’t help it, he was stuck between two beautiful people he had admittedly fallen head over heels for. You hated it, hated being in competition with someone else but you weren’t official so you just had to take it. Or take him.

DBF!Bucky / Forced Proximity

Fuck. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be in these shorts. This tank top. So much skin, so little clothing. You were sitting on the soggy frat couch in a house jam-packed with college kids. A few minutes ago you had watched your friends, and I say that loosely, walk out with a group they knew better, leaving you alone and drunk at this party. You didn’t know anyone else here and you couldn’t leave because you were too drunk to drive. You had texted the only person who wouldn’t tell your dad about the night’s events, and that just happened to be his best friend Bucky. You heard your name called over the yelling of frat guys playing beer pong, the bass of No Hands by Waka Flocka Flame, and cheering of girls dancing on the table. It wasn’t even really a table, it was a few wooden pallets stacked to make a tall surface. Next to it was a “bunk couch”, two couches with one above the other on a makeshift platform. You looked up to see Bucky pushing his way through the crowd until he saw you, taking you outside to his truck which he had already hooked your car onto to tow it back to your house. Being in his car with him was nerve-wracking. You had a crush on him forever and now you were a little drunk and feeling a little slutty. You would see the way he looked at you, swimming in your backyard, tiny little bikini, summer vacations with his family and yours. Now he had you all to himself, looking beautiful as ever and in need of a way to say thank you. His closeness made your breathing hitch, it was a long 30-minute drive back to your parent's house and he loved how close he could have you, no one to interrupt, just the two of you in his pickup. His hand wandering your bare thigh as you squeezed your legs shut to calm the throb you felt under his touch.

Rockstar!Bucky / Fake Dating

It was supposed to be a PR stunt. “Promotion for the new song” your agent had told you. You’d pretend to date Bucky for a few months while the song charted and then break up and write a song about it to hit the charts again. Bucky was a wild party animal, drugs, booze, sex. It was what he was known for, but you had a different lifestyle. Sure you’d attend a good party, but drugs weren’t your thing, besides the occasional joint. But you couldn’t deny how he made you feel when you went on tour together, the fun you had with him, carrying you around on stage after a performance, easing you into trying shrooms for the first time and being protective and nice about it. He was thoughtful when the walls came down, the wild exterior of a rockstar was just a fraction of who he was and you couldn’t help but fall in love with every part of him. But he was only your fake boyfriend, would he even want to be yours for real?

College!Bucky / Only One Bed

Leave it to Bucky to screw up the spring break plans. Of course he didn’t read the listing that said “one king bed”, he saw the price and picked it. You were surprised you were even in the right state. It was bittersweet though, because luckily you had the biggest crush on your best friend from the moment he walked into class, but unfortunately, you didn’t know if he liked you. Surely not. But sharing a bed with him seemed like the perfect situation to find yourselves exploring the sexual tension. And you did. Multiple times.

Ex!Bucky / Enemies to Lovers

Of course, you had to do this mission with Bucky. You had spent two years together happily dating, it was a dream come true until he up and left one day and disappeared for a full year. Only to be brought back by Steve and Sam, they said they found him in Bucharest and he needed time to adjust. But you hated his guts, hated how he could just leave you like that. You spent the next few months constantly fighting, refusing to work together, and screwing up missions because you couldn’t get along. You had no idea why Fury was sending you out on this mission together, alone. But it wasn’t optional and it wasn’t one that could be fucked up. You tried to be as civil as possible, keeping the knock-down-drag-out arguments to simple bickering like an old couple. But when he missed his mark because he was distracted by you, you couldn’t help the fury that bubbled inside you. You pulled him aside, screaming his head off as he rolled his eyes, arguing back about how you shouldn’t have worn such a nice dress. He was letting his lust ruin the mission?! It only made you angrier, that is until he crashed his lips to yours and made you forget about the entire thing. The passionately furious sex was exactly what the two of you needed to finally get along. Pent-up sexual frustration being released in the closet of the grand ball. Needless to say, the two of you got along much better after that mission.

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[moongoddessmox]

this is SUPER important

FMK:

mafia!bucky, mafia!steve or biker!bucky

OH MY GOD. THIS IS INCREDIBLY HARDDDDDDDDDD. omg, this is like....actually impossible fuck ok

Fuck mafia!Steve

Marry mafia!Bucky

Kiss biker!Bucky

I wanted to fuck biker bucky but I really need to have a deeper connection with mafia!Steve than just a kiss. I want to MARRY STEVE BUT I'M MARRYING BUCKY EVERY DAY SO

thanks for the hardest thing i've ever had to do in my life, ily <3

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