#mrpb2019

[zainniko]

My piece for the 2019 Marvel Rare Pair Bang! @marvelrarepairbang 🖤 Read the fic here!

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[hcwkward]

Fake Dating

Summary: Tony helps you deal with your ex-fiance at a party.

Ship: Tony Stark/Reader

Word Count: 1.2k+

Triggers: Alcohol, cheating

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Fake Dating. 

Taglist: @reviewfanfics​

“And why are we glaring at the man checking out Y/N?” Tony drew the collective attention of yourself, Clint and Natasha, as he circled around you, taking his place between you and Natasha. A single eyebrow raised in bemusement, he took a subtle glance at the man who stood on the other end of the room, eyes glued to you as you attempted to look anywhere but back at him

“That douchebag is Y/N’s ex,” Clint practically growled the words, twirling the little cocktail umbrella he had stolen from Natasha’s drink between his fingers in a surprisingly angry manner as he continued to throw dirty looks at the blonde man who simply would not look away from the group.

“Ex?” Tony questioned in shock, plucking your drink from your hands with a playful wink before taking a sip. “I didn’t know you dated since- Wait, is that him?”

“Meet Aldric Hodge,” you spoke in a low voice, barely containing your spite at the very name. But you managed to keep your gaze away from him, giving Tony a somewhat amused crooked smile as he handed you your drink back as if it was nothing. “The douche who cheated on me weeks before we were meant to get married.”

“I still vote we take him outside and teach him a lesson,” Clint muttered just loudly enough for your quartet to hear.

“Seconded,” Nat spat the word out. The duo had been your friends for far longer than the rest of the team, having first met you in SHIELD, and then been by your side from the moment you met the man you had once thought to be your true love, all the way to now. Nights filled with tears and heartache, utterances of your deepest fears that you weren’t worthy of love, they had been there for it all, and it was clear they hated the man who had caused you so much pain, perhaps even more so than you yourself did.

“Wow, ok, you two need to learn how to actually teach people a lesson… You know, in a less, assassinationy manner,” Tony shook his head, eyes wide as he looked between the two who seemed ready to pounce should you give the slightest inclination you agreed. “Y/N, what do you say? Want to teach him a lesson and get him off your back in a way that’s actually fun and less, you know, violent?”

“What did you have in mind?”

The cold air nipped at your skin, a surprisingly nice feeling after the feeling of too many people huddled together inside. You knew you shouldn’t stay out too long, not with your jacket still sitting on the stool beside Natasha inside, but there was something almost intoxicating about being out on the balcony, looking down at the city lights below.

“I knew I’d find you waiting out here for me,” called a voice you had once longed to hear. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was your former flame, the arrogance in his tone was unmistakable, and where you had once found his confidence charming, you know found yourself wondering just what it was he was so cocky about after all.

“Why on earth would I be waiting for you?” you asked with a single raised brow, turning to face him in what you hoped was a nonchalant manner. It didn’t matter that your heart felt as though it was hammering away behind your rib cage, or that you felt so anxious that you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing upright. You were determined.

“Oh, please. I know you’ve been watching me since I arrived. Your friends wouldn’t be so protective if you didn’t still care.”

You frowned at his words, surprised to find that somehow they just didn’t fit right. Yes, Clint and Natasha were protective of you, but it wasn’t because they thought you’d do something stupid like take him back. They weren’t trying to stop you, they didn’t need to protect you, they wanted pay back, as simple as that. And when it came to you caring for him… It was surprising even to you to find that that just wasn’t the case. You didn’t want him back, you didn’t want to take back the hurt and pain, didn’t even want to live in a world where he hadn’t cheated on you. If anything, you were glad it had happened, glad it had caused you to fall apart, because in that moment you knew you truly didn’t care about him anymore.

“Have you ever considered the fact that maybe they just like revenge on people from my past?” you offered, your head tilting in consideration, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he truly was in your past now.

“Look, Y/N, I know I stuffed things up, but if I could just-”

“Sorry I took so long, babe, the queue was ridiculous,” Tony spoke cheerfully, not bothering to give the man any mind as he barrelled past him, holding out a drink for you before wrapping an arm around your middle and pulling you towards him. Dropping a quick kiss to the top of your head that had you smiling as it always did, a simple gesture of care that he had taken to doing some months earlier, he turned to give the man a puzzled look as if to say ‘who are you and what are you still doing here.

“Tony, this is Aldric,” you introduced with a smile, happily playing your part as you leant into him slightly. You didn’t want to over sell the act, not wanting to get caught in your lie, but you had to make it believable, and with Tony practically radiating warmth in his three piece suit, it wasn’t hard to want to snuggle into him.

“Oh, so you’re the ex,” Tony spoke with far too much enthusiasm, his lips twisting into a smirk as he gave the man a quick disparaging once over, a sound somewhere between a huff and scoff leaving him as he turned to face you fully. “I should probably thank him, huh?”

Rolling your eyes comically, you took a sip from your drink, delighting in watching the man squirm with confusion as he watched the way you and Tony interacted. “Don’t you think that might be a bit childish?”

“True,” Tony agreed, tilting his head in consideration as he turned his attention back to you, a twinkle in his eye as he continued. “Besides, I would have won you eventually, one way or another.”

“Is that so?” you teased, almost forgetting the reason for your act as you revelled in the playful flirtations.

“Oh, most definitely,” he nodded ever so slightly, his gaze piercing yours as he offered a smug smirk. “You see I always get what I want, and you have been at the top of that list for far too long.”

Laughter spilled from your lips, your head falling in amusement before you met his gaze once more. Satisfaction mixed with delight as he stared back at you, his smile softening at the sight of your own.

A pause of silence as you simply took in the moment, his arms wrapped around you as he looked down at you fondly, his usual mask slipping away as he stood in front of you. A shuffling of feet to your side caught your attention, and you forced a playful smile back on your lips, reminding yourself this was all just for show. “Well, aren’t you lucky then? I guess you ought to claim your prize then.”

“Oh, darling, I intend to keep claiming my prize as long as I live.”

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[trashcanakin]

Made for @marvelrarepairbang 2019! @menatiera wrote an amazing fic for it!

Read it here!

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[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

So it’s occurred to me that I never made a masterpost for last year’s Marvel Rare Pair Bingo. I guess because I didn’t get a bingo in time? Regardless, I’ve finished a couple more since then (which I posted over here) and have a few prompts I’d still like to finish, but this list just includes what made it in time.

One More Round G/General, Steve/Peter Q., Touch To go from shaking a dude’s hand to challenging him to arm wrestle was pretty dumb, even by Quill’s standards.

Sweetheart Moodboard (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General, Wanda/Darcy, Sweetheart Wanda and Darcy bond through baking and leaving each other sweet gifts.

Parents Moodboard (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General, Steve/Scott, Parents Steve is a single father who hasn’t dated since the untimely death of his wife five years ago, despite the meddling of his best friends Natasha and Sam. But when a bet with Nat backfires, he finds himself on a coffee date with divorcé Scott and soon finds love again.

Not Exactly Goldilocks G/General, Steve/Scott, Pets Steve had expected maybe laughter in response or a sheepish apology, but instead Scott just stared in confusion then blinked back at him. “I’m not the one doing that.”

When You're Close T/Teen, Wanda/Hope & Wanda/Nat, Free Space Hope reminded her so of Natasha.

#marvel rare pair bingo #my mrpb2019 card #steve x quill #wanda x darcy #rowboats and pool noodles #steve x scott #otp: thinks for thanking of me #wanda x hope #wanda x nat #dtm: is that my jacket? #fanfic #scribbling things #moodboards #graphical hodgepodge

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Fix it

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Jrt3M9

by Marinawrites28

Everyone has a breaking point, and from that everyone hits a turning point.

Words: 426, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Wanda Maximoff

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, mrpb2019

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Jrt3M9

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

Bodyguards

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2LPpbGV

by andromedaflynn

Amongst the middle of her time undercover, you finally get a chance to catch up with your girlfriend, Natasha.

Written for Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2019. Prompt: Bodyguards

Words: 963, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Marvel

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader

Additional Tags: mrpb2019, marvel rare pair bingo, mrpb

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2LPpbGV

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu

[trashcanakin]

Made for the @marvelrarepairbang 2019!

>> Title: Gifts of the Sea

>> Author: @menatiera [ Read the fic here! ]

>> Artist: @trashcanakin [ See the art here! ]

>> Rating: Mature

>> Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Namor the Sub-Mariner

>> Major Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, past abuse - mental & physical

>> Summary: "Bucky was lucky.

He had found his familiar at the early age of 7, named him Steve, and they were accepted and loved despite the strangeness of Bucky's familiar.

Then the war came and it changed everything."

***

After being used and abused by Hydra for decades, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the city of Atlantis thanks to king Namor. As if his life weren't complicated enough before.

#wintersubmariner #marvelrarepairbang2019 #marvelrarepairbang #buckynamor #bucky x namor #namor x bucky #rare pairs #marvel slash #slash fanart #slash fanfiction #mrpb2019 #mrpb #my mrpb #trashterposts #menatiera

[hcwkward]

Warm

Summary: An accidental nap finds you having the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in months.

Ship: Bruce Banner/Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Triggers: PTSD- Kinda?, nightmares

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Warm

Taglist: @reviewfanfics

Warmth, comfort, safety. You felt like you were drowning in it, your senses overwhelmed by the feeling, your exhaustion finally appeased as you gave in happily to sweet, blissful sleep. It felt like forever since you had last slept like this, every bit of you finally resting, finally secure and at peace. In the back of your mind the horrors that usually plagued your sleep danced, attempting and failing to get your attention, to lure you to the memories that filled your nightmares. But no, they wouldn’t get a second glance, you were far too happy for such thoughts.

A dreamless sleep. No images, no voices, just that simple reassuring feeling that you were safe.

A loud laugh bellowed from across the room, causing you to frown in your sleep, tightening your hold on the comfort beneath you. The soothing feeling of something running through your hair stopped, you didn’t even notice it until it was gone. A whimper left your lips and, reluctantly, with a hesitance you could feel, the hand resumed its motions against you, lulling you back into the deep sleep you had succumbed to.

A jolting movement came from next to you, making the couch beneath you bounce, pulling you from your sleep once more, but it felt like ages since you had last been tempted to wake. With a grumble you pushed yourself further into whatever was serving as your pillow, drawing a laugh similar to before from next to you. Thor, your mind provided amongst the haze, irritated at the Norse God for interrupting the blissful and rare moments of peace. Thor, your mind repeated, irritation slipping into a slow panic. Why could you hear Thor? Was he in your room? But no. That wasn’t right. Your sleep induced mind slowly stilled, listening for more sounds in the hopes of putting together whatever was happening without fully waking up because damn it this felt good.

“Pay up,” you barely caught the end of the sentence, your hearing not quite ready to focus yet. But that was undoubtedly Tony’s voice, far too cheerful and smug as he spoke to what must have been Clint judging by the way he drew out his groan in response.

“Guys, shut up, I think she’s waking up,” a soft voice spoke, this time from above, the sound so close you could practically feel the vibrations of the words. No, that wasn’t right, you could feel them, rumbling against the back of your head, hoarse as if the speaker hadn’t spoken in some time. Your pillow couldn’t speak.

With a groan that rivalled Clint’s, you forced your eyes open, taking in the brightness of the room for the slightest of moments before shutting tightly once more. Too much light. Your voice husky from sleep, you muttered in a desperate hope the A.I. could hear you, “J.A.R.V.I.S. for the love of God please turn the lights down… like… a lot.”

A roar of laughter from next to you had you stretching out your legs, delighting when you heard the indigent “Hey!” as they came into contact with the God.

“Lights are now at thirty percent, Ms Y/L/N,” the British voice called over the speakers, drawing the corners of your lips up into a sleepy smile as you tried once more to open your eyes, this time to a much more acceptable brightness.

Clint sat on the ground ahead of you, fiddling with the drumsticks that he had bought on a whim a week earlier claiming he could totally play the drums if he had them; he couldn’t. Above him, reclined along the couch lay Nat, her eyes focused on the phone in her hands, but with the slightest of smiles on her lips, telling you she was aware of your gaze.

Movement drew your gaze upwards to Steve as he put down yet another six pack of beer on the coffee table, when did there get to be so many empty bottles there? Finally, Tony was sat on the couch opposite you, a knowing smile on his lips as he looked at you, his gaze repeatedly going from meeting your own to something above you, his smirk only growing with each movement.

With a moan at the very thought of having to turn around to look at whatever had him so amused, you simply let your gaze fall beneath you to a pair of legs. Legs, not a pillow. Sitting up with a jolt of surprise, you found yourself face to face with a blushing Bruce, not quite able to meet your gaze as he pulled his arm from around you, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Bruce,” you spoke slowly, realisation still kicking in slowly at the fact you must have fallen asleep against the man. Embarrassment soon had your own cheeks tinted to match his as your eyes widened in shock. You never fell asleep on people. Your training had you always so aware of your surroundings, so insecure at the very thought of relaxing that much, and yet you had fallen asleep quite by accident against the scientist. “Sorry,” the word slipped from your lips as your gaze fell to the couch.

Silence filled your ears, the rest of the team quite intently watching the spectacle before them, all of you waiting to hear what he might say. But with a shaky smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand against your knee he simply offered a quiet “it’s fine Y/N.”

Flashes of blue, rivers of red, swirls of green and gold, and suddenly you were awake, panting as a cold shiver runs down your back, your eyes wide as you desperately take in your surroundings. There were no enemies, no Gods of mischief, no tesseract, no people dead by your hands. You were alone in your room at what Tony now dubbed the Avengers’ Tower.

The situation wasn’t a stranger to you, in fact, it was all too familiar, occurring every time you closed your eyes and tried to sleep. It had been months now, months of sleepless nights and memories plaguing your dreams, filling you with fear and guilt as you sat in the darkness of your room night after night.

You wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, you knew that much, but still you liked to pretend, repeating thoughts that maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help, or a little walk around the tower to ease your thoughts. It never did any good, but still you tried night after night, silently hoping that this would be the night that something would change and you’d get more than four hours of sleep.

With your hands roughly rubbing your face as if they could purge the memories from the forefront of your mind, you grabbed at your phone blindly, not entirely certain you wanted to know what the time was. Peeking through your fingers you took in the time with a groan. Eleven o’clock. You hadn’t even managed to get to midnight before the dreams had taken over. Maybe you could force yourself back to sleep by physical exhaustion, that could be a thing, right? Pulling off your blankets with a loud huff, you moved silently throughout your room, not wanting to cause anyone else to wake up as you moved about. Your workout attire was already at the gym, residing permanently in the lockers Tony had installed in an effort to make it more of a team environment, so all you needed was your phone.

Creeping out of your bedroom door with well trained stealth and silence, you got all of ten feet before your gaze focused on the door to your side. Bruce’s name was neatly engraved into the front of the door, clinical in the way it matched every other bedroom door, a stark contrast to the warmth of the person within.

A hazy smile crept onto your lips at the thought, he was so kind, so gentle, he had let you use him as a human pillow for what had turned out to be over two hours without a word of complaint. Two hours. Your brow furrowed as you thought back to the unexpected nap. You had slept for two hours against the man and no nightmares had dared to reach you. Your fears hadn’t held you, all you had felt was comfort and peace. Would it be possible that he could keep your nightmares at bay for longer given the chance? No, that was ridiculous. You couldn’t possibly impose on him like that.

But then again, was it possible? Surely it would be less ridiculous than going to the gym while your body still ached from the mission you had completed not six hours earlier, your body still shaking from the thoughts that were plaguing you, and it wasn’t like he had complained earlier. Perhaps it was worth the risk, at the very least you could ask.

Your knuckles rapped against the door all too quietly, barely making a sound as your hesitance took over at the last moment. This was a bad idea. You shouldn’t be doing this. He was probably asleep, and if not he most certainly wouldn’t want to be bothered, especially by something this trivial. Your hand fell to your side as you took a step back. You should leave.

But just as you moved to take another step away from the door it began to shift. Your eyes widened in surprise, having desperately hoped he was asleep and hadn’t heard you. But there he stood, pulling a dressing robe around him tightly as he looked at you with bleary sleep filled eyes, silently questioning you as he slowly took you in. “Y/N?” he questioned quietly, squinting as he attempted to focus on you. Slowly his gaze relaxed, but his jaw tightened as he ran his gaze over you once more. You were still shaking, completely unaware to it as you stood in stunned silence. “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head, the guilt from your dreams was now joined by that of having woken the man, and you desperately wished you could take back the last few moments and simply let him sleep. But it was too late, he was awake now, looking at you with that gentle caring gaze that made you want to cave and admit every negative thought that filled you.

He didn’t look upset or annoyed, simply worried, his eyes wide as his mouth tilted into a frown. One hand held his robe together as the other ushered the door further open. “Come on,” he spoke softly, his tone filled with a tenderness that nearly had you in tears. With a hand ever so softly against your shoulder blade he guided you into the room, not stopping until he had you sat on his bed, him kneeling down in front of you as he looked you over once more, making certain you weren’t hurt.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he offered gently.

With a shaky sigh that nearly sends you off the edge, you close your eyes tightly, trying to regain the control you usually held so carefully in tact. You weren’t even sure of the answer. Talking about it made it real, it would no longer be something you simply dealt with, albeit unsuccessfully, by yourself. It would be something he knew, something he could judge you for, something he would keep in his mind as he watched you go off on missions, no longer as strong in his mind as you had been previously. But then, talking about it could help, after all, you were certain he had dealt with his own nightmares, it was to be expected if you quite literally turned into a green giant at times. Perhaps he would have a solution for you, one that didn’t involve knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

Still, your fears and insecurities took over you. With a deep inhale, you forced your gaze to meet his, simply offering him “Nightmares,” as your explanation.

A sympathetic smile took over his features as he took your hand in his, his mind clearly whirling with thoughts at the single word. You could see the worry still in his gaze, the way his lower lip slips between his teeth as his mind goes into overdrive, and yet his hand remains in yours, his thumb running soothing patterns against the back of your hand almost without thought.

“Did you- did you want to talk about them? Or just…” he trailed off, his brow furrowing as he struggled to come up with another possibility. If you hadn’t come to talk, he had no clue what you had in mind, not that he was entirely certain you actually had a plan, after all, you were in his room, not Steve’s or Tony’s, and it was no secret that Tony had dealt with his own share of nightmares in the past few years.

“Can I-” you started, instantly feeling an overwhelming amount of embarrassment at the very thought. But he was staring at you with those wide eyes, desperate to know how he could help you. “Could I maybe stay with you tonight?” you asked timidly, chewing on your lip as your gaze fell to the sheet beneath you, mentally preparing yourself for what was inevitably going to be his rejection.

“With me?” he questioned quickly, mouth hanging open in shock.

A small nod was the only response you could give.

“But I- You’re not scared that I might-”

“I’m not scared of the Hulk,” you huff an almost laugh at the very thought, mind filling with images of how you had joked with the green so called monster whilst fighting the God that had once taken over your mind. Perhaps it was the benefit of the battle field, but with Hulk on the same side as you you had found yourself confident, not a sliver of fear for the being as you worked together to take down the aliens that threatened your home.

It took you a moment to realise he hadn’t responded, you mind still focused on the few positive memories you had from the whole Loki debacle. But when you did your gaze slowly trailed upwards to his dumbstruck expression. You could see the cogs working away in his mind as he tried to remember every encounter you had experienced together, not once with any amount of fear on your features. A slow smile pulled at the edges of his lips, just enough to make you feel you could breathe freely once more. Perhaps you weren’t going to be kicked out after all.

Standing up, but not letting go of your hands, he glanced desperately around the room for something. “I don’t have any blankets,” he spoke as if it were the most irritating thing he had ever had to experience. “I don’t really use them, he, well, you know, I run warm,” he explained awkwardly, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he tried to think.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured him quickly, a small smile playing on your own lips as realisation kicked in. “Wait, does that mean I can stay?”

“Of course.”

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[hcwkward]

Action

Summary: Things have been going slower than you’d like with Scott Lang, but maybe a misunderstanding will help that

Ship: Scott Lang/Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Triggers: Fighting (physical), sexual references

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Action. This fic is definitely PG+ as it does have sexual references, but does not contain any sex scenes. This is possibly the stupidest thing I could have written for the prompt ‘action’, but I have no regrets.

Taglist: @reviewfanfics​

Your face contorted in determination, you threw your hand forwards, irritation growing even more so as Natasha ducked out from the punch with a smug smile. Deep down you knew the hit was sloppy, in fact each of your attempts had been getting progressively worse as time wore on, but the frustration within you was only growing with each miss. Why couldn’t you hit her? You used to be able to match her, at least to a point, when in the ring. But it seemed every time you tried today you failed.

Another throw, another miss. Laughter fell from the red head’s lips and she simply stepped back, shaking her head. “Alright, I think we’re done,” she said simply, her eyes twinkling with a bright mischievousness that had you worried.

“No, I can do better,” you shook your head, not letting your stance relax even as she moved away, removing her gloves.

“Not today,” she replied easily, that mischief now reaching her tone as she turned to give you an amused look. Her eyes were clearly looking you up and down, searching for answers to a question you didn’t know. With a sigh, you gave in, removing your gloves with force as if they had betrayed you in some way, causing your poor performance. “You know, if I didn’t know you were dating Scott, I’d say you have some serious sexual frustration bottling up there,” she said with a laugh, as if the very thought was ridiculous.

Your cheeks tinged darker as you made your way towards her, your gaze firmly on the floor in the hopes she wouldn’t instantly read how true that fact was from your expression.

“Y/N,” she drew out your name in a telling way, making you groan. Alright, maybe not meeting her gaze had been yet another tell. “Please tell me you’re getting some action.”

“Action!” a shrill voice shouted, drawing your attention to the doorway where none other than Scott Lang had entered, fist pumping before dancing his way into the gym singing along to the beginning of I Love The Nightlife.

Your blush faded slightly, quickly replaced by a frown as your utterly oblivious boyfriend sang the lyrics off key and far too loudly.

“Please don’t talk about love tonight, please don’t talk about sweet love, please don’t talk about being true, and all the trouble we’ve been through.”

You could see Natasha’s amused expression falling quickly into a frown that matched your own. With a quick glance from the man who was still in his own little world, dancing along to the song he was singing, she turned to you with a sympathetic look in her gaze. “I’m going to take that as a ‘no,’” she sighed sadly, seemingly breaking the spell that Scott had found himself under.

He stopped mid word, arms still in odd positions from his erratic movements as he looked to the two of you with a confused expression. You weren’t smiling, weren’t laughing at his actions, and you certainly weren’t joining in. He had thought, upon hearing the single word, that breaking into a song and dance, quite literally, might lift your spirits after what he assumed would be yet another grueling workout with your best friend, but from the expressions he was met with he instantly realised he had read the room entirely incorrectly.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Nat offered you a small reassuring smile, a hand on your shoulder as she passed to give you the room.

“Babe? Everything alright?” Scott asked with a deep frown as he looked from the redhead who had managed to glare at him the entire way out of the room to your sullen features. But your expression didn’t last long, a mental shake had a soft smile forced onto your lips, not wanting to give away your thoughts and fears to him just yet.

“Of course,” you offered, placing one hand against his cheek as he came closer, a quick peck to his other cheek before moving away to put away the equipment you had used.

“Oh, no. I’m not falling for that. Last time a girl- woman- said that I found myself being served with divorce papers in prison,” he shook his head, hoping to lighten the mood slightly as he pushed for the truth.

The corners of your lips curled upwards as you gave him a slight laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “We’ve been dating for two months, Scott. I’m not going to divorce you.”

You had meant to help lighten the mood, to play on his words and ease the situation more so, edging away from the awkwardness he had unintentionally caused, but judging on the conflicted expressions of bemusement and worry on his face you weren’t so confident it had worked. A small smile in response, he moved towards you, hand wrapping around your forearm to pull you back to him. “Y/N,” he spoke slowly this time, no jesting or teasing in his tone. “You are a great many things, but a good liar is not one of them.”

“Excuse you?” you scoffed back a laugh. “I’m a great liar!”

“Not with me, you’re not,” he countered quickly. He had a point. On any mission you could play your part perfectly, but something about his goofy, sarcastic nature that was so simply him had you unable to pretend or hold back. He had cut through your defences without even trying to, making you laugh when you had meant to be serious, helping you relax when you thought you never could again. It was a big part of what had pulled you together in the first place.

“Alright, maybe not with you. But I won’t have you dissing my undercover skills thank you!”

“You’re good under the covers, huh?” he replied before having even a chance to think. Laughter spilled from his lips at the slip, his eyes shining with mirth as his other hand went to your other arm. He expected a witty retort, your usual playful responses to his seemingly endless slew of innuendos. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know’ or ‘Say the word and you’ll find out’. What he didn’t expect was to feel you instantly tense at the words, pulling away from his touch as your frown returned at full force.

His laughter quickly faded as he took in your displeased features once more. “Wait, is this because I interrupted you and Nat? I thought it would make you laugh, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, I can go get her back if you want…” he rambled, awkwardly pointing over his shoulders towards the doorway he had entered and Natasha had promptly left out of.

“It’s not that, Scott,” you sighed, knowing there was no way of truly getting out of this. Perhaps it was best that you did talk about it, after all, silence certainly wasn’t helping the situation, and you were getting so desperate and worried that you had genuinely considered simply turning up at his door in only a dressing gown and lingerie. But talking about it meant coming to an actual conclusion, learning what he was thinking, finding out why on earth things were going so slowly. You weren’t entirely certain you wanted that.

What if he wasn’t attracted to you physically? What if he was still in love with Hope? What if you were reading far too much into his dates and flirtations and he was simply looking for someone to have fun mucking around with?

“Hey,” he spoke softly, using that reassuring tone you had only ever heard him use with Cassie before. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be alright, you know that, right?”

With a sigh, you rubbed at your arm where his hand had just been, somehow both missing the touch and incredibly thankful that you didn’t have to feel it as your guilt crept up on you. “You just, you caught us in the middle of an awkward conversation, that’s all.”

“About disco songs?” he questioned with a furrowed brow, his mind going back to what he had walked in on. You could practically see his mind whirling as he struggled to remember what had even prompted his raucous entry, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction as he finally caught the word that had prompted him. “Wait, no, action, like on the field? Are you going on a mission? Is everything ok? Do you want me to come with you?”

A small smile broke through you at his train of thought, touched by the worry even though he was still miles from the actual topic at hand. “Not that kind of action, Scotty.”

“Wha-oh, OH! Oh you mean, like, you and- I mean- you know- with the-” Scott began to scramble for words, drawing your smile upwards despite the seriousness of the conversation at hand.

“It’s ok, Scott, really. It doesn’t matter, we were just, you know, having girl talk, I guess,” you spoke in what you hoped was a reassuring tone, not wanting to completely freak him out as he seemed on the edge already.

“But we haven’t- wait, how can you talk about, you know, getting any action, if we haven’t-” he trailed off once more, completely oblivious to your attempts to sooth the situation.

“Actually, that’s kind of what we were saying… Nat commented about me needing to get some and well, yeah, that’s where you walked in, pretty much,” you explained, your cheeks darkening yet again; a state you were starting to think might be permanent soon if this went on much longer.

Scott’s brows furrowed deeply at that, clearly in deep thought as he considered your words carefully. “I’m screwing things up, aren’t I?” he spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear it. His tone was defeated, as if he had suddenly realised everything he thought was going so well was in fact falling apart at his feet.

“What? No of course not!” you reassured quickly. “I just- It’s been months and, you know, I just didn’t really picture you as the type to go slow with this kind of stuff, I guess.”

“I’m not,” he huffed a laugh, his tone still down as he glanced up at you briefly. “I mean, usually I’m not. I- I rush things, and then they go to hell and I just figured. I didn’t want this to go like that, I figured I’d try and be more patient, more like Cap, you know?”

“Wait, so you were holding off to be like Steve?” you repeated incredulously, any fears you had instantly replaced by utter bemusement at the very thought. Sure, you knew Scott admired the captain, hell, who didn’t? But they were so different, and as classically handsome and kind as Steve was, he wasn’t the one who made you smile when you were down, he wasn’t the one who showed time and again how much love and care he held within him, and he certainly wasn’t the one who had made you snort with laughter on more than one occasion. “Scott, if I wanted someone like Steve I’d bloody ask him out, not you!”

“So, you’re saying I don’t need to be holding back on this stuff?” he spoke slowly, a mixture of excitement and irritation at himself pulling at his features in an amusing show of emotions.

“Hell no!”

“Oh, thank god!” he practically moaned, wasting no time in capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

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[hcwkward]

Abstract

Summary: Tony takes you to an art show

Ship: Tony Stark/Reader

Word Count: 750+

Triggers: Alcohol

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Abstract.

Evening gowns and snotting expressions filled the normally empty hallways. It was opening night of a new exhibition at the art gallery, celebrated alongside a charity auction, and anyone who was anyone was there. Unfortunately for you, that meant you were there as well. It wasn’t that you were against a good party, or socialising with the so called elite, but gallery events were far from what you’d call fun. But it was part of the seemingly endless list of things that were amongst the package that was dating Tony Stark.

He didn’t seem to have any problem with the cramped rooms, the flashing cameras or the way that, despite his hand permanently sitting against the small of your back, woman after woman attempted to get his attention and flirt as if you simply didn’t exist. But while he gave polite smiles, and never failed to answer a question thrown his way, he never gave the women the attention they sought, always proudly bringing you up in the conversation one way or another, a slight shine of mischief in his gaze as he tore them down in their tactless attempts.

He had left you only for a few moments, determined to track down a waiter in an effort to make the night more bearable for the both of you with the help of some more champagne, leaving you to peruse the artwork alone in his absence. It wasn’t exactly to your taste, but then, this wasn’t really your world in the first place. Having spent years working your way up the ranks of SHIELD, ending up on the very public arm of one Tony Stark had never been something you had even considered, let alone prepared for. But you had spent years learning the arts of subtly, how to offer a smile to those you despised, acting interesting when all you wanted was to disappear. It may not have been the intended use of you training, but deception had certainly come in training amongst the big names of town.

With a glance around the room you noticed the one spot that was not packed with people, a small space in front of a modern abstract piece of work that practically screamed colours. Curiosity mixed with a need for space and you found yourself drawn towards the painting, head tilting in an attempt to try and understand what it was meant to display. As far as you could tell it was simply bright colours dripping down onto a black background, gorgeous, but completely unbeknownst in it’s message.

“You like it?” a voice called from behind you. An arm wrapped around your middle as he closed in on you, offering you a glass of champagne before making itself at home on your waist, the simple possessive action it had clung to all evening.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, leaning back into Tony’s hold as you considered it further. “I mean I like it, but I don’t think I get it, you know?”

“The dark background tells of how the world is filled with badness and tragedy,” he began in that tone that told you he was trying hard to impress you, causing you to bite your lips to hide your mirth. “The explosion of colour shows that happiness can still be found, that even in the darkness there is light.”

“Is that so?” you ask, your tone edging on teasing as you finally turn to look at your boyfriend with a raised brow.

“You learn to understand all this stuff after time,” he shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance.

“Funny, because this,” you stopped to point to the little plaque your body had been unintentionally hiding from him, “says that it’s a show of how the rain can provide so much to so many despite most complaining about it making them wet.”

Tony’s smirk faltered for the slightest of moments, and you could practically see him trying to explain away how his interpretation still fit. But before he could utter a word you had turned in his hold, placing a finger against his lips to stop what was sure to be a wonderful argument in his defence. “Admit it, you were trying to impress me, weren’t you?”

A smile played on his lips at that, no longer embarrassed at the fact as it was an all too common occurrence. “And what if I was?” he muttered against your finger, pressing a chaste kiss to the digit as he waited your response.

“Well,” you drew out the word in mock consideration. “Consider me very impressed.”

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[hcwkward]

Pop Art

Summary: A domestic day at home with Sam and visitors.

Ship: Sam Wilson/Reader

Word Count: 650+

Warnings: This contains spoilers (kinda) for Avengers: Endgame. Read at your own risk. 

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Pop Art.

“You know, I quite like this,” an amused voice practically hummed from behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder you took in the sight of one Sam Wilson leaning back against the kitchen counter. His arms crossed against his chest, lips drawn up into a crooked smile his eyes shone with mischief as he watched you dither about, putting the final touches on lunch.

“Oh yeah? You talking about the view or the fact that I’m cooking?” You questioned playfully, turning your attention back to the salad you were making.

“Mm, both,” came his voice again, lower and decidedly closer before his hands crept their way between your arms at your side, pulling your back against his chest as he dropped his chin against your shoulder. “But, I was actually referring to having a moment to you all by myself.”

Light laughter came as your response as you continued to chop lettuce. “Who would have thought having people over would actually allow us some alone time?” You questioned, knowing all too well the moment wouldn’t last long.

“I might consider having people over more often if this is what it gets me,” he chuckled, turning to place a soft kiss against your cheek before returning to his spot against your shoulder in silence.

You continued to work like that for almost five minutes, salad ready, coleslaw out, desserts ready to be iced, perfectly happy despite the slight hindrance caused by the seemingly permanent attachment to your back. But the relaxed bliss came crashing down in a sudden onslaught of sound.

“Mama! Mama! Papa! Papa!” A small voice called far too loudly as the sound of your toddler’s feet came racing towards you. Letting go of you with a good natured laugh, Sam captured the racing three year old as she attempted to make her way to you, twirling her around in the air, causing a piercing squeal of delight to come from her.

“Hey there gorgeous!” Sam laughed, placing her on his hip as you turned to give her a quick kiss to her forehead.

“What have you got there sweetie?” you asked as you pulled away, noticing the surprisingly unscrunched piece of paper in her vice like grip.

“Pop art!” She cheered victoriously, holding out the paper for you to see. With a curious glance at Sam you took the paper, laughing instantly as you unfolded it to see the immaculate drawing it held. A perfect rendering of your daughter drawn in ballpoint pen greeted you, and you instantly knew where it had come from.

Showing the picture to Sam, you had to bite your lip to hold back the laughter that was bubbling inside you as he furrowed his brows at the sight, trying to figure out how the sketch could be considered ‘pop art’. “Not pop art, babe, Pop art,” you explained softly, watching as his confusion turned from the drawing to you and then- oh, there it was, realisation as clear as day.

“And just where is Pop?” He asked the wiggling girl in his arms, as he rolled his eyes towards you, knowing neither of you would ever succeed at getting rid of the nickname.

“Pop said he was gonna find Ant and Uncle Bucky!” She spoke with careful consideration, as if not wanting to get a single word wrong.

Sam’s face fell instantly, knowing all too well what mischief your eldest child and Bucky could get up to if left alone, but you couldn’t help but laugh. There was something so utterly domestic about the idea that Bucky might be leading him into mischief, so far removed from the problems you both faced at work.

“Why don’t you go track down the boys?” You suggested to your frowning husband, offering a reassuring smile. “You can take Tasha with you. Oh, and if you see Pop tell him to get his ancient ass back inside, he can use some of that super soldier strength to help me set the table.”

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[trashcanakin]

Couldn't figure out which one I liked better, so have both I guess lmao

Made for @marvelrarepairbingo

Square: G1 - Paranormal Investigator

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Scott Lang

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Summary: [Moodboard]

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[trashcanakin]

Made for @marvelrarepairbingo

Square: B1 - Wedding Day

Pairing: Sam Wilson/Maria Hill

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Summary: [Moodboard]

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[hcwkward]

For Your Entertainment (18+)

Summary: A mission loses its importance when you notice Natasha’s attention is squarely on you and you alone.

Ship: Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: SMUT. Specifically: oral sex & fingering

Author’s Notes: If you’re under 18, stay away from this fic. This is not a suggestion. It is against the law for you to be reading this if you are under 18. This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Sexual Tension

Taglist: N/A

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Her hips moved enticingly to the rhythm flooding the dance floor, fully aware of the eyes that followed her every movement. A hypnotic sway from side to side, in figures of eight that had the men near her practically drooling. Her hands trailed down the sleek fabric that clung to her figure, drawing the audience's attention to every perfect curve of her body in a slow tantalising show. Her lips curved into a confident smirk, knowing full well she had succeeded at causing the distraction you needed. But oh, that would mean you would have to moved have to get on with the mission and stop watching the assassin as she ran her hand once more down her side so smoothly it made you think of melted chocolate running down her; a fantasy that would happily replay in your dreams now that it had come to mind.

Shaking your head in an effort to remind yourself just what was at at stake, your gaze quickly moved from Natasha to the man utterly enraptured by her in the next booth over from you. All you had to do was press the recording device into his jacket and you'd be free to leave.

Moving swiftly, you placed the miniscule device between your middle and ring fingers, making sure your hands looked free as you slipped past him. Your own outfit was nothing in comparison to Natasha's, a simple black dress that would assure your entry whilst also making no one pay too much attention to you. The target glanced up at you as you interrupted his view to the dance floor, but the second you had passed you were forgotten; the outfit had done its job perfectly.

Your hand trailed back behind you, firmly pressing the device against the jacket that lay against the edge of the booth, discarded from his attire not long after he had sat down, the heat of the club making the thick woolen coat unbearable. You kept moving, not daring to stop until you made it to the bar, ordering your favourite cocktail to make sure your movements didn't cause any attention.

Your gaze flittered towards the red head once more, just to make sure she was still putting on a show, you assured yourself, trying to convince yourself that it wasn't just to further imprint the image into your mind. But something had changed. Her eyes were open, gaze meeting yours with a wicked smirk. She knew you were watching, knew you were enjoying the show. It seemed to spur her on. Her mouth fell open as she trailed her hand up her body, cupping her breast ever so slightly as her eyes remained glued on your own. It was an intoxicating sight, watching her there, surrounded by men desperate for her attention, but with her eyes trained on you as she danced to the beat of the music.

Your throat felt dry, mind conjuring images that were far from appropriate of your team mate; your hand replacing hers as it felt the contours of her body, her mouth gasping open as you trailed open mouthed kisses along her neck, pausing only to pull her dress from her body so you could continue your path down her body, the way she would watch as you-

"Your drink, Miss," the voice of the bartender pulled you from your daydreaming with a small gasp, as if you had forgotten to breathe as your fantasies filled your mind.

"Thanks," you offered with a smile, handing him the money, fully aware of the way your cheeks were burning with embarrassment at the thoughts that had you so caught up. Taking a slow sip from the drink you willed yourself to calm down. It may not matter to others if you were a blushing mess in the midst of the hot club, but if Natasha saw you like this there would no doubt be questions at the very least. She was far too good at her job, far too good at reading people for you to get away with such an obvious show of attraction and embarrassment.

Only when you felt sure that the burning of your cheeks had been reduced somewhat by the cool liquid did you dare turn around once more, but Natasha's gaze was already on your form, slipping to your gaze so quickly you found yourself second guessing whether it had actually been anywhere else at all.

A small smile her way told her that you had succeeded in your task, but she did not stop her movements. Your brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and curiosity. This was not the plan. She was meant to leave soon after you had planted the bug, making sure you were both far from the target should he notice the impeccably small device and get suspicious. But still she moved, her eyes capturing your own in a way that screamed for your full attention.

You knew you couldn't stay, knew you had to get back to the compound before Steve or the others noticed you were still there, but you found yourself transfixed by the sight in front of you. Slowly sipping on your drink, you watched the show, clearly meant for you despite the way the men watched on with hopeful lust in their gazes.

You could feel your cheeks beginning to turn red once more. This wasn’t the first time she had done something playful or sent an innuendo in your direction, but it was the first time it had happened without the team around to witness it, to lessen the embarrassment and make it into something of a joke.

Torn between turning away, ending the game you were caught in, and encouraging her, you took a deliberate sip from your drink, your gaze not leaving her as you prolonged the action, a hint of a smirk on your lips. Two could play this game, you thought as you watched her eyes widen in the slightest of movements, her own display faltering for the most miniscule of moments before returning with renewed intent.

It soon became a game, her movements drawing your attention to the sway of her body, your tongue darting out to capture drops of liquid from your lips, her posture changing so that you could see just a little more of what she had to offer, your finger tracing the rim of your drink before slowly finding its way to your lips, taking it into your mouth with a deliberate glance directly at her.

There was a clear change in her gaze at that. The playful flirtation was instantly replaced by something else, something darker, more possessive. Oh, how you hoped you knew what that meant.

She waited until the end of the song, not bothering to give any attention to the men who called out to her in dismay as she began to make her way off the dance floor, her sights set on you like a hunter going after its prey. You barely managed to put your nearly empty glass on the counter before her hand had taken yours tightly in her own, pulling you towards the exit with no room for argument.

Lips crashed against your own, not a hint of tenderness or restraint as pure desire washed over you both. It wasn't how you had dreamt your first kiss with the red head would have gone, but it was fierce and passionate and held true to her far more than your darkest fantasies had. Her hands were in your hair not a moment later, eagerly pulling you into the kiss as if the way you instantly leant into her touch simply wasn't enough for her; she needed more.

Your own hands moved to her waist, no hesitation in pulling her body flush against your own as you revelled in the intensity of her touch. A slight tug and she was pushing you forwards, trying to rid you of a space between you that did not exist. With a sudden turn, your back hit the rough edges of the buildings brick exterior, the shock and feeling of the uneven texture drawing a gasp from you as Natasha's lips began to trace their way along your jawline. You could feel the way her lips tilted into a smile at the sound you had made, delighted in making you so vocal so quickly.

A competitive need to make her as hot and heavy as you were feeling had your hand reaching up, kneading her breast through the silky fabric of her dress. Holding back a moan at the feel of her skin so close to your touch, knowing there was no bra behind the vibrant red of her dress. But no, this wasn’t about you, you wanted to make sure she was enjoying this as much as you were, not that you had much doubt from the way her usual composure had flown completely out of the window.

Your hand moved subtly, almost unbeknownst to the redhead before lightly tracing over the hardening nipple. A soft sigh from her lips encouraged you, and soon you found yourself rolling the nub into perfect pertness, a satisfied grin on your own lips at the thought of making the woman before you lose control like this.

But the shift in control didn’t last long. It seemed that Natasha had cottoned on to the change, and as much as she was enjoying the feeling of your touch against her body, she was too determined to allow you to win.

Lowering her hand with a wicked grin, she crept her way up your inner thigh, stopping all too close to where heat was pooling between your legs. A light touch against sensitive skin that was suddenly feeling far too under-loved of late, and you knew she had you.

Her gaze not leaving your own, she let a single finger trace ever so lightly against the fabric that lay damp against your lower lips, the touch teasing, drawing you forwards in a desperate need to feel her fingers put to good use. A moan of disappointment escaped your lips as she pulled away ever so slightly, her smirk growing as you followed the movement greedily.

With a quick move forwards, she had captured you in another passionate kiss, hot and heavy as her touch returned stronger this time, teasing you through the fabric as her thumb gently traced over your clit, drawing a shuddering moan from you at the sudden touch. Not one to miss an opportunity, Natasha let her tongue run over your bottom lip slowly, temptingly before removing it once more. A dissatisfied groan came from deep within you, frustration growing at her constant teasing.

“My, my, we are eager, aren’t we?” Natasha spoke in a low, coy tone, a glimpse of her smirk showing before she lowered her lips once more, trailing a curve of kisses against the skin that was suddenly no longer covered by the strap of your dress. Making her way lower, she worked to pull the strap of the dress further down your arm, revealing the black lace bra to the cold air of the alleyway. The cold night air drawing out pert nipples against the cups of your bra until it was almost uncomfortable. But the feeling didn’t last long as the fabric was pulled away, quickly replaced by the warm wetness of Natasha’s tongue.

You were about to fight for control once more, eager to show her pleasure, but with a quick look to your face, noticing that moment of thought, Natasha held nothing back.

Her fingers traced up against your inner thigh once more, this time without hesitation, determined on their destination. Pushing aside the drenched fabric of your underwear, she moved swiftly, her thumb quickly finding your clit as she ran her tongue flat across your nipple. The feeling of gentle circles tracing around the ball of nerves mixed with the heat of her mouth, and you found your head hanging back, leaning it against the rough wall as your body pressed forwards in a silent plea for more.

Her thumb continued its movements, mouth pulling away from your heaving breast to place an open mouthed kiss against your exposed neck before softly dragging her teeth over the exact same place; a mixture of pleasure and pain that had you moaning. Another circle against your clit and suddenly she was on her knees, using her free hand to push your dress up and out of the way.

Perhaps you should have cared about the location you were in, about the fact that anyone could walk past and see you, that there were most certainly cameras down the dark alleyway. But you couldn’t care less. This was meant to be a backup exit in case you should run into any trouble, and in the back of your mind you knew no one was likely to come across you, a fact you were thankful for as Natasha removed her hand from your increasingly wet center to trail your matching black panties down your legs.

A glance up to make sure that you were still on board, and Natasha was moving forwards, her eyes never leaving yours as her lips reached out for their goal, placing a swift kiss against you before being quickly replaced by her tongue.

A heavy gasp came from deep within you as her wet tongue traced over your swollen clit. Your hand reached blindly behind you, desperate for something to anchor yourself to, clinging to the scratchy surface above your head. With a smirk that you could feel against your inflamed skin, Natasha’s hands trailed up the sides of your legs, one gripping onto your hip to better hold onto her position, the other making that sweet journey to where you needed it most.

With a quick sweep over that blissful bundle of nerves, she ran a single finger between your lips in a slow movement that had you practically buckling forwards in desperate desire. Her tongue resumed its actions, and slowly she inserted a single finger. Slowly drawing it in and out, she continued to work on you at a torturously slow pace. A second finger joined the first and your free hand found its way into her hair, pulling her against you in a greedy need for more.

The way her tongue lapped at your center had you whimpering with delight, feeling the way your core tightened with each pattern she drew against your sensitive bundle of nerves. A curl of her fingers and suddenly you found yourself struggling to focus, mind filled with nothing but bliss and the single thought of ‘Yes!’.

You weren’t sure when you had begun to utter the word out loud, but as her fingers continued to move with increased speed, you couldn’t have cared less. You could feel that coil within you tightening, and looking down to see the assassin buried between your thighs only heightened the feeling.

With a light tug against the perfect curls that framed her face, you pulled her back, drawing her attention towards you as you huffed out a warning. “Nat, I’m gonna-”

But before you had finished the sentence she had simply smirked, her eyes alight with mischief, before she dived straight back in. Her fingers moved with vigour, excitement and anticipation drawing you bother further as you approached your high. With a careful movement, her thumb joined her tongue against your clit, and suddenly you could feel your body’s shuddering climax.

One hand on her shoulder, the other limply against the cold brick wall, you waited as wave after wave of pulsations trembled through you, tightening and releasing against Natasha’s fingers that were still within you; lazily dragging their way in and out of you as your body slowly relaxed.

With a hefty sigh, you reached for her, pulling her up with a light touch as you guided her until her lips were against your own in a softer kiss this time. You could taste yourself on her lips, but all that did was remind you how eager you were to repay the service. A quip of your lips and your kiss turned in an instant, desire quickly working it’s way back as your mind raced with all the things you would love to do to the woman who was currently in your arms.

“If you two are quite done,” the amused voice of one Tony Stark felt like a bucket of cold water had been tossed over the two of you as you suddenly remembered the earpiece that still lay deep within your ear. “The cap would like you back, or I think that’s what he was saying, hard to make it out as he was kind of running off in embarrassment.”

With a sigh of irritation, Natasha hung her head in dismay. Of course you weren’t truly alone, of course the team was able to listen in. This was a mission after all, and there you two were, hooking up in an alleyway of all places. How on earth was she meant to convince you to go out with her or to even see her again after such a crass lapse in judgement?

A calming breath and her usual mask was slipping back into place, a smile that was only just sad enough to set off warning bells in your mind taking residence on her features. “We should-”

“Finish this at your place,” you interrupted, not willing to let her finish her sentence in fear that she might get the wrong idea. You had noticed that moment of doubt as she had weighed up her words carefully, and that was a risk you were not willing to take.

Shock flittered over her features for a brief moment, as if she had expected anything but that response from you, before a genuine smile took over her. “Yeah?”

“Oh, hell yes,” you replied with a slight laugh, leaning over to place a lingering kiss against the corner of her mouth. “We are far from done.”

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[trashcanakin]

Made for the @marvelrarepairbang 2019!

>> Title: Gifts of the Sea

>> Author: @menatiera [ Read the fic here! ]

>> Artist: @trashcanakin [ See the art here! ]

>> Rating: Mature

>> Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Namor the Sub-Mariner

>> Major Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, past abuse - mental & physical

>> Summary: "Bucky was lucky.

He had found his familiar at the early age of 7, named him Steve, and they were accepted and loved despite the strangeness of Bucky's familiar.

Then the war came and it changed everything."

***

After being used and abused by Hydra for decades, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the city of Atlantis thanks to king Namor. As if his life weren't complicated enough before.

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[hcwkward]

Magic

Summary: After something of a miscommunication, the truth comes out in a fight.

Ship: Stephen Strange/Reader

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Sexual references

Author’s Notes: Ok, this is way shorter than I intended but I ran out of time, sorry!! This is for the Sinful Secrets Challenge, from @howardpotts​‘ prompt list. Thank you for letting me join in Steeb! It is also for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square ‘magic’

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“Did you two have a fight or something?” Wong’s voice cut through the icy silence of the kitchen, a hint of amusement mixing with the intrigue that rang through on his tone as his gaze flickered between you and Stephen over his cup of tea.

A scoff came from the man at the other end of the table before you even had a chance to offer one of your own, and you couldn’t help the glare you instantly threw in his direction. If anyone had a right to be mad, it was you, not him. But with his attention focused solely on his fingers as he picked at the nails, he missed the outraged look, and the way Wong was now silently sniggering behind his cup. Throwing him a quick glare that dared him to continue put a quick stop to his amusement, and with a pointed gulp, the man seemed to realise that his laughter was not welcomed this particular morning.

“Not yet,” you answered in a cold tone, your anger turning back on its intended target as you used a bit too much force to cut at your food, your knife and fork scratching harshly against the plate beneath. Perhaps it was petty, letting out your anger on anything you could get your hands on, but damn it, you were mad, and if you couldn’t let it out where it was due, well, the plate would have to suffer for now.

“Does this have something to do with the pile of clothes I found in the library this morning?” Wong questioned. You might have questioned the supposed innocence in his tone, or the way his eyes twinkled merrily at the prospect of what was bound to become some quality entertainment, but as it was your attention was far too focused on the words themselves.

“The library?!” you repeated incredulously, with perhaps a touch too much volume if the collective flinch was anything to judge by. But you hardly cared, eyes flashing dangerously towards the man who finally deigned it appropriate to look up from his damned nails to meet your fiery gaze with his own mixture of anger and daring. “You sent my clothes to the library?”

“I was a little distracted,” Stephen replied with false ease, as if you couldn’t see his own emotions in the stiff way he sat, his jaw clenching, grip tightening on his cup. However, as much as your mind desperately wanted to distract you with images of last night, of lingering touches, flesh against flesh in that heated passion that you had come to crave almost as much as the man who gave it, you wouldn’t let yourself get swayed from what had followed.

With a measured breath that you knew would do little to calm you, you rose from your seat, making your way towards the infuriating former surgeon with careful steps lest you give in and rush over to strangle the infuriating man. A touch of pride flittered across your mind as you watched him drink in the sight of you sauntering towards him, even if you hadn’t intended it, his gaze captivated by you in that addictive manner that had led to its fair share of secret rendezvous. But as soon as you stopped before him, his mask was back up, the look of disinterest mixing with a passionate anger that you still couldn’t explain pulling his attention away from your looming figure as he ground his jaw in determination. Clearly he was as likely to let go of whatever had him in a bad mood as you were.

Leaning down so that your palms were flat against the table at his side, allowing you to lower yourself until you met his gaze with your own, you steadied yourself, not quite wanting to scream directly into his face, yet. But you weren’t about to let him off the hook, not after what he had done.

“I had to sneak down the hall naked!” you spoke in a hushed yell, clearly louder than you had hoped judging by the way Wong was now choking on his drink in your peripheral vision.

“You didn’t have to do anything of the sort,” he ground out, throwing a quick glare towards Wong that seemed to finally get him to get the picture that this was not a conversation he was meant to be a part of. With the scuttling sounds of the man leaving the kitchen, that rare laughter of his filling the air as he went, you moved to the chair beside the obstinent man.

“Stephen,” you practically sighed his name, as if you were about to berate a child who didn’t understand what they had done wrong; and in many ways you were. Pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation, almost in preparation for an impending migraine  “You threw my clothing through a portal while we were having sex. What exactly was I meant to do? Take the sheet from you to cover myself? And before you answer that, yes, I bloody did consider leaving you to sleep in the cold for what you did.”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes that any teenager would envy, he stood from the table in a sweeping movement, one that, had you not just sat down to discuss things, might have amused you at any other time. But as he dropped his dishes into the sink with a resounding clatter that was altogether too loud for the time of day, he was moving.

It wasn’t until he had reached the doorway that he paused for the slightest of moments, his head hanging low as a heavy sigh caused his shoulders to fall dramatically before you, drawing a hint of guilt from you before you could reign it back in. Without so much as glancing over his shoulder towards you, he kept his gaze firmly on the floor beneath him, a simple sentence falling from his lips that had you in shock.

“You could have stayed.”

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