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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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Such a good boy

A/N: Here it is! After teasing the fic for weeks, it’s finally done. I’m super nervous about it so feedback is very much appreciated.

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, praise kink, orgasm denial. Sub! Tony. There’s filth.

Word count: 1.6k

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Plink. Plink. Plink.

There it went again, the sound that had been irritating you for the entirety of the night. That leak in the shower which you were eating Tony’s head for to get fixed, and he still hadn’t.

The clock revealed half past two in the night as you threw the sheets back and got out of bed, stomping your way out into the hall to find the toolbox that Tony kept hidden for some goddamn reason. Often being the one to cleanse the apartment, the stash spot wasn’t hard to locate.

There was heavy metal blasting from the speakers, you didn’t hear it - all thanks to Tony sound-proofing his room very early on, but by the way the light peaked through the door gap, you could tell.

He was very much awake, either studying or working on some bizarre invention, and that was usually accompanied by the likes of Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin.

Tony Stark, your roommate. Annoyingly witty and full of snark for someone who had the most innocent brown, doe eyes.

He could push your buttons and you damn well knew that was one of the reasons why you liked him in the first place. There were many arguments and disagreements but never a dull moment living with Anthony Stark. Banter and heavy flirting was as regular as unlimited cups of coffee and pizza.

For someone who could keep the banter up and never shy away from a debate with the genius, you often wondered if he ever liked being put in his place. The reason being every single time you shut him up, there was that unmistakable twinkle in his eye. It made you wonder if the guy would ever let up control and allow himself to let go.

Only time would tell.

You returned to your room and got to work, turning the main supply off before pulling out the wrench to open up the shower head.

Cleaning the bit of dirt accumulated, you were returning to fix it back in its place when your roommate cleared his throat to make his presence known.

His fluffy hair a mess, head tilted in a silent question as his eyes raked over your form audaciously.

“Yes, I knew where you hid the tools and no, I didn’t destroy them.”

You answered before he could ask, rolling your eyes as you put the shower head back in its place.

“That uh, that wasn’t what I was gonna ask.”

“Then what?”

“You look pretty hot.”

He’d blurted out of the blue, an instant smirk adorning your features as he seemed unsure of what to do next.

That was a first.

Tony Stark flustered. You actually enjoyed it. Gave way for the other thoughts you’d been having for months.

The steps you took towards him were slow, deliberately slow as you gauged his reaction, your smirk increasing when he gulped.

“Say that again.”

“You’re really hot?”

“Are you gonna do something about it, Stark?”

“What do you want me to do?”

Chuckling, you came to a stop right in front of him and glanced at his lips.

“How about you kiss me for starters?”

Surprised at how promptly he obeyed, your eyes closed as Tony’s lips met yours. You were expecting a snarky comment but instead you got a kiss that started off slow, your arms sliding up his chest while his arms remained at his sides, almost waiting to be told what to do next.

Placing them firmly on your waist, you walked back, never breaking the kiss until you reached your bed.

You slanted your mouth, deepening the kiss before your tongue peeked out and traced his bottom lip, coaxing it to open.

“You taste like strawberries.”

Tony’s hands wandered over your back, sliding inside your shirt to cup both your breasts as he groaned.

“Getting eager, are we?”

Pushing him back with a slight nudge, you pulled your sleep shirt over your head and threw it in the back without looking before crawling up his body and straddling his legs.

Resuming the kiss with a new surge of fiery passion, your fingers slid into Tony’s soft hair, carding through them as he hummed against your mouth.

“I want to taste you.”

You opened your eyes to find his lust-blown browns staring back at you, breaths mingling as he waited for you to answer.

“Ask me again, Tony. Nicely.”

There was no hesitation, it was like he aimed to please that night.

“May I lick your cunt, please?”

Desire pooled in your belly as your panties turned moist. You climbed further up his body until your core hovered right over his mouth, desperate to have his tongue lap you up.

“There you go. You're gonna make me feel good?”

Nodding, his fingers slid the fabric aside promptly, exposing your folds. Spreading your lower lips further apart, Tony licked a strip from your entrance right up to your clit, causing you to gasp.

His tongue swirled around the apex as you anchored one of your hands in his hair, pulling softly while he pleasured you with his mouth.

“Ah! That’s it. You’re so good..”

His muffled groan against your pussy sent shivers down your spine as you pushed your hips forward, tiny jolts of pleasure turning your body warm as your eyes fluttered shut.

He plunged his tongue in your entrance, tasting you as his hand came to the front to attend to your bundle of nerves that craved contact, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your hips began grinding against his face as you felt your insides begin to twitch. Heavy breathing turned into shallow panting as Tony brought you to your climax, alternating between kitten licks and thumb circling around your soaked hole as he watched your face contorted in pleasure as you came.

While your body was flushed and quivering after, you removed yourself away from his mouth, replacing it with your tongue, moaning in tandem as you tasted your juices on them.

His evident erection met your wandering hand as it lay waiting against his stomach. Wrapping your fingers around it, you gave it a few gentle strokes, feeling his hips rutting into your touch, desperate for more.

“Want me to take care of you, pretty boy?”

Tony looked down as you placed a thousand kisses along his neck, down to his pecs.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, ma’am. Please.”

“Such a good boy.”

Your voice was barely above a faint whisper, but hearing you call him a good boy spurred him on. He wanted you, in every way you’d let him, he wanted to please you. Wanted to be your good boy.

Tony had his eyes shut, feeling you shimmy down his body until he felt your warm breath on his cock, teasing, waiting.

A few small licks on the tip, you tasted the salty precum gathered, immediately replacing your mouth with your finger as he lifted his hips up to gain more contact. A lesson for him to learn who was in-charge tonight, and he caught on. His self-restraint taking over and the need to please you greater than ever.

And he behaved.

Filling the otherwise silent room with his breathy whines and groans as you stroked his length languidly. Hands planted at his sides firmly though Tony wanted nothing more than to run them through your hair, grab the back of your head and fuck your mouth.

You were alternating between swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him in deep until you felt him hit the back of your throat.

Not able to hold back, with a grunt his hips thrust upward, pushing his cock into your mouth. That had you leave his length with a pop and wrap your hand around it once more, your other hand trailing up until it reached his throat. His brown eyes were pleading as his mouth fell open.

Exploring this side of your roommate was exciting and arousing.

“I know you’re being a brat just because you want to be choked. Is that what you want, puppy?”

You chuckled as he nodded furiously, squeezing his neck just a little, you went back to pumping his cock lazily. Feeling his muscles contract and twitch below you pooled more desire between your legs than ever.

“Take your punishment like a good boy.”

Every time you felt he was close, you’d stop your ministrations, only to resume it once more. Continuing the ordeal until you knew you had pushed him to the limit.

“I need to cum, please.” He begged.

Positioning yourself right under his cock, you gathered your wetness on his tip before rolling your hips along his length. The friction rubbing against your clit as you pleasured yourself and him.

“Cum for me, Tony.”

Almost like he was holding back to hear those words leave your mouth, his hips thrust upward, his seed spilling out in spurts over his stomach in thick ropes.

“Such a good boy for me.”

This triggered your own orgasm as he continued rubbing your clit with the underside of his cock until you were shuddering, legs trembling as you came with a final cry.

Bodies still quaking with the aftereffects, Tony reached up only to pull you down for a searing kiss. Tongues dancing a lazy waltz as the weariness of your activities caught up.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

There it was again.

“You’re fixing it this time.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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villainousshakespeare · 3 years

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Bobby’s Playdate Part 2

Part 1

The pandemic is keeping Tom idling in London by himself. One positive is that wearing the mask helps him avoid recognition, allowing him to wander in the park with his dog, Bobby. On one of their walks, Bobby becomes smitten with a dog named Lulu and Tom is equally enchanted by her human. Can the Hiddleston men manage to find a way to see the lovely ladies again?

Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Chapter 2 of4

Rated M - Pandemic, Fluff, Quarantine, Masks, Adorable Puppies, Meet Cute, Second Part May (will) Contain Smut

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I am so sorry I took so long to update this! First I was distracted by a super busy week, and then I decided to rework what I had in store for it. It took a while to redo, but I have decided to make it a 4 part story. Hope you enjoy, and that the wait was worth it!

The day had started out like every other since the lock down began. Leia had slept late, having no where to go. A cold, wet kiss on her nose from Lulu woke her up when the pup could no longer wait to be let out and grumbling she had taken her out for a quick walk up and down the block. After two cups of coffee and some melon, Leia had realized that after three months of enforced solitude, both she and her dog had gotten decidedly surly. It was time to get out, even if it was only to the local park.

Lulu’s excitement when she took out the little pink and white checked dress had been enough to put a smile on Leia’s face. Really, the small dog was a ridiculous creature, but she could be such a bundle of sunshine. After they were both outfitted – Lulu in her dress and Leia in a comfy outfit and mask, they made their way to the nearby park, enjoying a leisurely stroll around the newly green paths. She wished that Lulu was not too timid to play in the dog run, but after spending a year in the shelter the poor thing was terrified of other dogs.

That was why she was so surprised when Lulu’s tale began to wag excitedly. Normally she would have been cowering and whimpering in fear at the sound of another dog approaching, but for once her reaction was completely different. She jumped up from where she had been snuggling on Leia’s lap and perked up her ears, tongue lolling out happily. When the chocolate spaniel came trotting around the bend, she even jumped of Leia and strained at the leash to meet him.

Keeping a tight hold on Lulu’s leash, Leia let her eyes travel up the lead attached to the strange dog. It was quite a long trip, as it happened, past a pair of long legs in torn jogging pants, a faded shirt that would once have been bright blue, and a plain black mask until she got to a set of smiling blue eyes that made her heart stop.

“I’m sorry,” the man said, “I promise he is completely friendly.”

She had known who he was instantly, of course. No face mask could disguise those cheek bones, the copper curls that brushed his collar, or the baby blues that had sent a million fan girls swooning. If she had had any doubts, one word from that sinful voice, a verbal caress of polite friendliness, would have stamped it out. She had seen almost all of his movies, after all, and quite a number of his promotional appearances as well.

“It’s okay, so is she,” she replied struggling to keep her voice normal and grateful for the mask that hid her stunned initial gape. “You know, she’s usually quite shy, but she seems to like him! May I pet him?”

And then Tom Hiddleston – The Tom Hiddleston! – had sat down on the bench next to her while she petted Bobby and struck up a casual conversation! She had kept her eyes on the pups at first, afraid that if she looked at him, he would see the excitement and intimidation in her eyes. He introduced himself, needlessly, of course, and she gave him her name in a kind of daze. She realized that he had only provided his first name and had the quick flash of insight that he might be enjoying the idea of anonymity. If that were the case, she would not want to spoil it for him by gushing. Uncertain of what to do, she let the obvious joke about her name lead her to mentioning Marvel characters. That way, she decided, he would have a segue to talking about his career should he want to. When he let it slide and quickly changed the subject, she decided that her assumption must have been correct.

Which was absolutely fine with her! She was sitting and talking to Tom Hiddleston! While she would, of course, love to pick his brain about Loki, or Shakespeare, or any of a dozen projects, she was more than happy to listen to him discuss his dog in that proud pappa voice. By the time she had told him the story behind Lulu��s dress excitement she was reasonably settled and could actually manage to look him in the eye without blushing.

She had met a few famous people in her time as a London tour guide, and many of them had been a colossal let down. Tom was not one of them. He was everything she had ever imagined or hoped he would be. Kind, funny, clever, a little prone to talk on about any subject he happened on, but in all a delightful conversation partner. She was disappointed but not surprised when he had to leave, but she didn’t want to be too greedy; it was already one of the most magical afternoons of his life. When he mentioned running into them again, she almost squealed with excitement, just barely managing to keep her face impassive.

Thus began a fairy tale of month for Leia and Lulu. After two days of rain, during which she was certain he would forget all about her, they had found the boys again at the same spot. Leia half wondered if she were simply dreaming, but if so, she had no desire to wake up. They met up with Tom and Bobby most days, walking for hours sometimes as they discussed London, their childhoods, school. She learned quickly that he changed the subject instinctively whenever anything came up that might lead to his career. She could respect that. It must be hard, she thought, being always in the public eye. For her own part, Leia tacitly decided to keep the subject of her book a secret. After all, a fantasy story based on Norse Mythology, with Loki playing a leading role, was bound to bring up the sort of conversation he obviously wished to avoid.

As time went on, she began to forget he was a movie star and just think of him as her friend, insane as that struck her when she stopped to look at it. Oh, she was still absurdly attracted to him, but it was no longer for his stunning character portrayals or teasing banter with interviewers. No, the teasing banter she was interested in now was much more personal for her. He was delightful company, unfailingly polite, quick with a wickedly funny comment or a profound musing on life. In short, Leia was well and truly smitten. Hopelessly, she thought with a sigh.

When he invited her to his home, she could barely believe it. A casual acquaintance in the park was one thing, a dinner chez Hiddleston was completely different. She knew it was in large part for the sake of the puppies, and that was fine. Lulu was as besotted with Bobby as Leia was with Tom, only in this case it was obviously mutual. Leia would just have to be careful to guard her heart. She was not a part of his real life, and she needed to remember that, even if they never discussed it.

***

Bobby started barking seconds before the buzzer rang, his tail wagging back and forth at a frantic pace. Tom, scarcely less excited, gave a quick glance in the mirror before slipping on his mask and opening the door.

Leia stood on his doorstep looking even more lovely than usual. Her simple leggings and long tee had been replaced by a pretty, floral sundress in shades of red and yellow and her hair, usually tied up or back, was long and curling about her shoulders. Tom swallowed and tried to keep his eyes from doing too obvious an up and down of her body. It was difficult, considering the shape of her legs and amount of them showing. Lulu’s yip drew his eyes down to her, and he saw that she was dressed in a purple polka dotted number for the evening, her hair sporting several sparkly clips to keep her braids from coming undone.

“Hi, welcome!” he greeted them, straining to keep Bobby from leaping out the door. “Won’t you come in?”

“Thanks,” she smiled with her eyes as he ushered her inside.

“You found the place alright?”

“Your directions were perfect,” she assured him, glancing around at his newly bare entryway. “It’s quite the posh street you live on! I don’t think I’ve ever been into one of these houses.”

“Oh, it’s just like any other home,” he said modestly, feeling stupid as he did. His house had an electronic gate (that he had left unlocked for her) and a private surveillance system. He knew it was not the usual home. “I can give you a tour later if you like.”

“I’d love that. Whatever you have cooking smells delicious!”

“Thanks. I’ll have to check on it in a bit. For now, though, why don’t we go out back? I have some drinks chilling.”

He gestured for her to proceed him and subtly steered her past the kitchen and living room and out the sliding glass doors into the back. The yard was pretty, a nice square plot with flowers growing along the fence on three sides and one large tree giving shade. A table with four chairs and a grill stood on a little stone area, and Tom had set it up with a selection of glasses for beer, wine, and mixed drinks. A pitcher of iced water stood next to a bottle of dry rose in an ice bucket, and another small bucket contained iced beers.

“Here you go, Bobby,” he unleashed the spaniel who instantly tore off around the yard, looking for his favorite toy. “Why don’t you two have a nice frolic.”

“Oh Lulu, this will be fun!” Leia cooed to her pup, also removing her dog’s leash.

As the little dog scampered off after Bobby, Tom took a deep breath and turned to her owner. Now was the moment he had been waiting for.

“I suppose since we are alone and outside and all… as long as we stay six feet apart… would you mind?” he gestured towards his mask.

“Not at all. Oh, and I got my negative test results back. I have a copy on my phone if you want to see them!” she offered.

“No need, I trust you,” he was quick to assure her. “I got mine as well.”

It was strange – until a few months ago he would have felt tremendously awkward wearing a mask around another person. Even when he had needed to wear one for a few scenes in Only Lovers Left Alive it had seemed tremendously cumbersome and rather silly. Now though, Tom realized that he could not remember the last time he had been around another person without one. There was something shockingly intimate in the act of taking it off in front of Leia, and he found himself feeling almost shy. Blushing a bit, he unhooked the straps from around his ears and took the fabric from in front of his mouth, setting it on one of the chairs.

His eyes fastened on her as she reached up to do the same, the red mask peeling away to reveal a small bow of a mouth, pink lips curved in a slight smile. Her chin was slightly pointed and had a cute little half dimple to one side. Smile lines were just barely visible and added to the appeal of her face. It was a very kissable mouth, he decided.

“Hi,” he said, rather fatuously, face breaking into a sheepish grin. “I’m Tom.”

“Hi Tom,” she smiled back, and his heart skipped a beat. “I’m Leia.”

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, until he cleared his throat and pointed to a chair.

“Please, have a seat,” he managed to say. “As you see, I have wine, beer, water, or I could make you a cocktail if you’d rather. Or lemonade if you prefer a soft drink…” he realized he was babbling and cut himself off.

“Wine would be nice,” she said, sitting down and crossing one long leg over the other, giving him a lovely glimpse of her thigh.

“Right, wine it is,” he said, uncorking the bottle and grabbing a glass. “I hope it’s alright. My sister loves this brand, she brought it when she was here last, and it is better than anything I would have known to get.”

“Not a wine guy?” she asked, accepting the glass from him.

“Oh, I like a good hearty red with a steak now and then, and I will definitely have some with dinner tonight – I hope you like Italian, by the way – but for casual drinking, I’m more of a beer or scotch fan myself.”

While he prattled on Tom opened up one of the beers and poured it into a pint glass. When the foam had gone down a bit, he raised the glass and tilted it towards her.

“To deepening new friendships,” he dared to say, eyes finding hers.

They clinked their glasses, and he took a long sip of the hoppy beverage, hoping he hadn’t over stepped.

“To embracing human interaction!” she added. “Selectively, of course.”

Well, she obviously didn’t recognize him. That was a relief. He had been half worried that she would shriek, or become tongue tied, or worse. It was remarkable to him how many women seemed to have extreme reactions to meeting him. He was so ordinary! Just an overgrown ginger kid from Wimbledon. It wasn’t like they were meet Daniel Day Lewis for god’s sake. On the other hand, he couldn’t help feeling the tiniest twinge of disappointment. He worked hard at his job, after all, and was proud of the reputation he had developed and of the work he had done. It was strange, with how up on everything Leia always seemed, that she didn’t have any knowledge of Marvel at least, or The Night Manager. Still, some people didn’t watch a lot of movies and TV, or if they did it was more intellectual fare.

They both leaned back in their chairs and watched the dogs play chase back and forth. Tom found his eyes drifting back to her, staring at her mouth. He had never realized just how much a person’s mouth said about them. Leia’s smiled as a default, giving her a more youthful look than she had when it was covered. There was something fresh and approachable about her that he was drawn to.

The conversation was light and easy. Neither of them had been doing much of anything lately, so they resorted to telling older stories from their childhoods. Tom was amused to think of Leia playing with her friends, insisting that no, she wanted to be Han Solo despite what her thoughtless parents had named her. Tom, of course, had wanted to play all of the characters, and delighted her with his spot-on Darth Vadar and Grand Moff Tarkin impressions.

“You were a terror, weren’t you?” she laughed as he described bossing his sister about the correct way to make the light saber noises.

“A bit, yeah,” he admitted. “Emma and Sarah would probably say more than a bit. They had it coming though.”

“I’m sure they would agree with that, too,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s not my fault they couldn’t take direction,” he grinned. “I’m sure you would have made an excellent Han Solo. With the proper lessons.”

“Perhaps you can make me your student after dinner, if we have enough wine,” she suggested.

He knew she meant it innocently enough, but he felt a blush creep up his cheeks at the image her words planted in his mind. Leia in a schoolgirl outfit, bent over his desk flashing through his brain was enough to make him reach for his beer and gulp down more than was advisable. She seemed to realize after a moment, as she too reached for her glass and took a long swallow.

Lulu chose that moment to break away from where they had been digging around the tree and came running over to them, something grimy hanging from her mouth.

“What have you got there, peanut?” Leia sked, sounding a bit relieved.

“She seems to have unearthed one of Bobby’s treasures,” Tom smiled, glad of the distraction himself.

“Here, princess, you want me to throw it for you?”

Leia held out her hand and she happily dropped the toy into it. Tom looked at the toy and felt his jaw go slack and his eyes frantic. It was Loki. Of course it was. One of Bobby’s favorite toys, naturally, given to him during the lead up to one of the movies, the thick ropes of green and gold formed a long God of Mischief chew toy/tug of war combo, complete with horns. Tom licked his lips, glancing quickly at Leia, only to see that she was smiling down at her fluffy pup.

“Oh, Lulu, Look! It’s just like yours, only a bit more loved,” she said with a laugh. “Good girl, saving the handsome prince from a shallow grave. Loki never stays dead for long!”

With another laugh she took the toy and threw it across the yard, Lulu and Bobby both quickly scampering off after it. Tom gaped at her, uncertain what to say.

“You must have a lot of those,” she commented off handedly.

“You… you know?” he stammered.

“Know what?”

“Who I am?” it sounded stupid and conceited to his own ears.

“Well, I hope so since I’m in your home.”

“No, I mean you know what I do for a living,” he ground out, feeling like an utter ass.

“Of course,” she told him, quirking her lips.

“Since when?” he choked out.

“Since the first day. You’re not exactly easy to mistake, Tom.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t seem to want to talk about it. I figured it must get old, people falling all over themselves around you, treating you like you’re not even human.”

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

“So I took my cue from you.”

“I see,” he was completely flummoxed. “And you have a Loki toy? For Lulu, I mean?”

“Of course, he’s our favorite! Poor, misunderstood boy. You know, I am glad I have the opportunity to tell you now how good you are. And not just as Loki. You were breath taking in Betrayal.”

“You saw Betrayal?”

“Twice. Stunning work.”

He knew his mouth was opening and closing stupidly, but he couldn’t seem to stop it. She had known, all this time. She had been humoring him by not talking about it. He was not entirely sure how to feel about that.

“Tom is everything alright?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“Was that why you talked to me?” he heard himself asking. “Why you agreed to come over? Because I am famous?”

“No,” she said slowly. “I came over because you asked, and because I like you. Yes, I was a bit star struck at first, but I got past it. Are you angry? I just assumed you realized.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I… I should go check on dinner.”

“Tom, really, are you okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Be right back.”

Turning tail, he fled into the house, mind in complete turmoil at the new turn of events.

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mcfiddlestan · 2 years

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Nosy Asks: 13, 14, 25, and 39

13: Biggest turn ons

Hmm...sense of humor is a big thing for me. Laughing is my favorite activity. I love making people laugh; if someone else can make me laugh, I'd probably fall in love. I was always crushing on the "class clown" kids. Intelligence without arrogance (Hiddles comes to mind😏)...like if you're funny, you're probably smart. And no lie, I really like nerds. Geeks. Fanboys/fangirls. Freak the fuck out about something, let it light up your eyes. I will adore you. Physically, though, my taste runs to curvy womens and husky mens. I like meat on them bones (and I don't wanna be The Fat One, lol).

14: Biggest turn offs

Arrogance. Being overly critical. Interrupting/talking over people. Just general obnoxiousness. Nothing physically really turns me off (tho super skinny ppl make me nervous, like I might break them). But I do tend to avoid Latinx men for no other reason than they remind me of my dad. And I don't like my dad, so. No thank you.

25: My idea of a perfect date

Dude, Idk. I've never been on a date. Idk what you're supposed to do on a date. The first thing my last ex and I did after meeting face to face was go to the nearest Tesco, buy a couple of £3 Meal Deals, find a place to sit (a stone bench in a churchyard near our hostel), eat, and talk. It was pretty cool. Something like that I guess? Maybe a museum date? Take me somewhere with a lot of history or books or something? lol idk.

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Mmm mint chocolate chip! And it has to be green. None of this white mint shit.

Thanks for asking!

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ehehehelokidbyhiddles · 3 years

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Okay, just finished episode 2. Just in case it's not obvious, there will be spoilers here. There will also be some opinions that you may not agree with. That's fine but don't come after me in replies about it. I'm allowed to have my own opinion on things and express that. This is also pretty long lol. Okay, with that out for the way, here are my thoughts:

I enjoyed this one much more than the first.

I laughed a little at Loki vs Miss Minutes. It was a bit out of character in my opinion but I can reason it that being stuck at the TVA (and apparently having to study) must get boring. Especially if you have a cheery little cartoon character hanging around.

Loki seemed a little more Loki-like in this episode too which I liked. The moment at the renaissance fair was good at first. I thought we were getting some 'old' Loki before the end bit. I know there will be people who disagree in my perception of Loki as a character (and that's fine. You can interpret him anyway you like but so can I) but he's over a thousand years old, not to mention the God of Lies. It's silly for him to let his manipulation be so obvious like that.

Unfortunately, some of the campy stuff was still there in his character (I cringe everytime I see the 'I'd never do it again' clip. People really find that so funny?). It was bearable though. He was less 'cartoon-y' in this episode, at least.

The interaction with Mobius was great for the most part. Hiddles and Owen Wilson have great chemistry on screen. They play well off each other. I still don't know if I trust Mobius fully but, at face value, it really seems that Mobius wants to believe in Loki and trust him. I feel like it could be a front though and he has his own agenda. I could be wrong though.

As silly as it was, I actually (and believe me, it surprised me too) enjoyed Loki's method of causing a scene in Pompeii. I think the reason it didn't bother me like the other silly aspects of the last episode, is that it shows how done Loki is with all of this while also trying to prove he's right. And really, how iconic Loki can you get than him grinning maniacally as a volcano erupts in the background. Very God of Mischief that we never really got see much of in the movies.

I was a bit disappointed with the fight near the end of the episode. It wasn't bad but it showed nothing of Loki's usual fighting style. Sure, he didn't have his daggers but he usually moves a lot more fluidly when fighting than he does in this episode. We could assume that Lady Loki infused her host's bodies with super strength (otherwise they probably would have died considering Loki's body weight is 500 pounds. That display he got thrown into should have been a bit more destroyed because of that, in my opinion) but still, Loki usually fights a lot better than what we saw, even when up against formidable enemies. I guess writing Loki trying to use a dagger on Thanos was a slippery slope to some weird combat choices. I won't go on because then it will probably turn into a bad writing rant.

Anyway, I was also disappointed with the Lady Loki reveal. I predicted that she would be the Loki that's killing the minute men but I had hoped she would look more like comic Lady Loki. Why blonde? It just doesn't make sense for her not to have dark hair too. That look is iconic. Blonde just makes me think of Amora, the Enchantress. I'm just going to have to headcannon that it's to help stay under the radar, even though that excuse doesn't work. She can do illusions, after all. So far, I'm really pleased with the actress that's playing her though (don't know her name, forgive me). Can't wait to see more of her. Ooh, I just thought of a what if. Obviously it's not the case because Loki would have reacted more when she revealed herself but it could have a been cool twist. What if Lady Loki was actually Sigyn, Loki's wife turned evil? It would have tied in well considering the next episode is called The Ex Factor. If anyone wants to write that fic, go ahead lol.

Last point and it is very nit picky. When Loki and Mobius go to one of the places, you can see their breath, indicating it is cold. Loki's breath shouldn't really be visible though, should it? The way I understand it, your breath becomes visible in the cold because your body heat is interacting with the coldness (or something like that. I'm not a scientist). Loki is a Frost giant and doesn't have much, if any body heat. We know that from the Avengers movie where, on the screen, you can see Loki's heat signature in the glass cell. It was freezing cold. I know, its a very nit picky thing and you can reason that Loki uses his magic to make his body less Jotunn-like (because we know how much he hates being one). Still, it was something I immediately picked up on.

All in all, I liked the episode. If the rest of the show continues like this, I think I'll enjoy it. Like I said, it was definitely a step up from the first one.

One final note before I leave you, we all have to appreciate how great Loki looks in the TVA uniform. Sure, I miss his usual armour but he does look very handsome (still not a fan of the hair)

Oh, almost forgot, I did laugh quite a bit when they were showing the different Loki variants. Especially the normal looking one with the trophy. It looked like someone dug out one of Tom's photos from his Eton rugby playing days. Please give us more subtle jokes like this.

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bisluthq · 2 years

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Re hiddles.. He is good as Loki.. Like because it is literally his personality except the evil cunning mind.. I wish hiddles had that though🤭

I didn't really like him in any other project though. Like he is fine. He can act and all.. He is not a bad actor or something he is good.. I also think it's his face it's a very particular face.. It doesn't suit every character..

He is pretty amazing loki though..

He’s definitely great as Loki and he’s absolutely fantastic in The Night Manager. He’s not a BAD actor but there are many actors of his caliber and he isn’t especially good looking (he’s obviously not ugly but he’s like… a guy) and again has a very annoying personality.

Hiddles is extremely successful though like he’s got a massive franchise behind him and he does have acclaim for his Shakespeare work and The Night Manager. Let’s not call him a “flop” or anything. One could argue he’s more successful than David Tennant idk that sort of thing is hard to quantify.

He’s just not Leonardo and he’s not even Benedict but that’s a SUPER intense level of success. Like as an actor, Hiddles is extreeeeeemely successful and may everyone have that kind of career.

#nat talks hiddles

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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poison & wine- part 15

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1715

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: If you’ll like to be tagged please reach out to me!

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The meeting with Odin had made you realize that he didn’t believe the lie between you and Loki. He was suspicious and setting up tests to see you fail. You were determined to not allow that to happen but the task ahead was already going to take up your time. Time you could spend trying to find your father.

The moment you enter the privacy of Loki’s room you disentangle from each other. You were relieved to find the girls gone seeing as you were unable to keep the act up anymore. It seemed that Loki felt the same way as he quickly locked himself away inside his closet.

During the time you were gone, all of your belongings had been put away and luckily for you, easy to find. You’re quick to undress and change into a nightgown before the prince finally decides to step out.

Loki’s dressed down from his usual leather galore with a handful of clothes in both hands. He throws them onto the bed before turning to stare at you.

“What?” you ask as you step closer. “You don’t expect me to dress you now, do you?”

Loki simply rolls his eyes.

“Odin gave you a task to make me a shirt,” Loki states. “So pick one of these and I will wear it.”

“Yeah, no,” you respond. “He’ll know that I didn’t do it and I’ll rather only lie when needed. I can make you the shirt.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, it’s not that hard.”

Loki still looks unsure and you pick one of the shirts from the bed and set it aside.

“I’ll use this one for measurements only and I’ll ask the girls tomorrow for the materials I need,” you continue. “I’ll get it done by the deadline. You just worry about the dagger.”

“Fine,” Loki exclaims. “But we still have much to discuss.”

With a snap of his fingers, the remaining shirts on the bed disappear. You assume they were hanging once more in his closet.

“Let’s resume the conversation we had previously started,” Loki states as he stormed towards you. “You lied to me.”

“And so have you,” you remind him, your eyes peering up at him in a challenge.

Loki grits his teeth trying to refrain himself from strangling you.

“You don’t know who your own father is,” Loki exclaims. “You came to Asgard and what? Expected him to greet you with open arms? Did you even have a plan?”

“Yes,” you argue back. “You were the plan!”

“Oh please,” Loki spits back in anger. “That flimsy first deal you made with me was your plan?”

“Yes!” you shout back. “You are going to help me find my father and then your job is done. I will comply with everything else you want of me in our second arrangement. It’s that simple. I don’t understand why you are still so upset over this!”

“Even if we were to find your father, who’s to say that he even wants you?” Loki asks. “Do you not understand how fragile your life is? How easy your life would be taken if someone deemed to keep you a secret? Have you thought of that? Perhaps he abandoned you for a reason…”

You slap him. Hard.

You didn’t mean to. You acted without thought but you weren’t going to allow the last statement to even be said.

“I know you and your own father have issues but don’t dare pass those on to me,” you whisper as you turn your back on him and start unmaking the bed.

Loki is silent behind you.

You wonder if he’s plotting your murder but knew that it would only remain a fantasy. He needed you alive for his sake.

“You put a lot of trust in a man you never met.”

You're surprised he’s speaking at you at all. Especially with a much gentler tone than before. He sounds resigned and you wonder if you managed to get through to him.

“My mother loved him entirely,” you explain. “She never married and she was proposed to by many but my mother waited for my father’s return until her very last breath. She told me he was a good man and if she could wait her whole life for him then it has to be true. I have to believe it is.”

“Then why not come back for you both?”

“I don’t know,” you answer as you turn to face him. His expression held no more anger. It was replaced with a pensive scowl. “You can ask him once we find him.”

Loki lets out a sigh and brushes his hair back.

“This task will be the end of me,” Loki mutters to himself before turning to find you wrestling with his bed cover. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get in bed but your bed cover is freaking heavy and big,” you answer.

“But why?”

“Because it’s been a long day and I want to lie down. This day has taken a toll emotionally and physically,” you whine as you tug and pull at the heavy bed cover. “Besides, you shouldn’t be surprised we’re sharing a bed seeing as it was your idea that we share a room.”

Loki can’t argue against that and simply watches you struggle again.

“Is this a weighted blanket or am I just super weak?”

“Most likely the latter,” Loki answers as he waves his hand causing the bed cover to slide aside. “Better?”

“Much,” you sigh out in relief. “Getting into your bed is harder than I thought it would be.”

“It’s because I have high standards for whom I share a bed with and you don’t meet them.”

You glare in response and climb into bed.

Loki rounds to the other side and watches as you make yourself comfortable. You drape your arms over your eyes, your chest rising with each small breath you take. The sight of you at ease is strange especially since it’s coming from his own bed.

“Loki?” You move your arm and catch sight of him standing at the side of his bed in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing,” Loki mutters as he looks away from you and pulls the cover aside.

“You’re not wearing that to bed, are you? Doesn’t seem comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable in the nude,” Loki lies. “Would you prefer me that way?”

You can’t help the sudden image that jumps into your mind and you feel your face grow warm.

“Just… just dress down,” you stammer out.

Loki grins at your reaction before snapping his fingers causing his outfit to change into some lounge pants. His chest was bare revealing a slim and surprisingly athletic torso. You should have known better. Loki was a god and those attributes were shown clearly right in front of you.

“Right,” you stammer out as you quickly turn away. “So about my plan?”

“Yes, your idiotic, foolish, insane and impulsive plan,” Loki mutters as he climbs into bed. His head drops onto his pillow and a sigh of relief is heard. “I have half the mind to suspect Thor put you up to this. Sounds like something he would concoct.”

“Well he doesn’t know I’m a demigod so rest assured that he didn’t have a hand in this,” you answer.

Loki rubs his eyes tiredly trying to relieve the oncoming headache.

“Alright, this is what I’m going to do,” Loki states as a plan started to form. “I will look through the royal archives and see what I can find. Travel to Midgard is rare and restricted for only a few royal members. I should be able to narrow down a list.”

“Ok that sounds great and all but why not just ask Heimdall?”

Loki had that audacity to laugh in your face at your suggestion.

“What’s so funny about that?” you ask him. “The man sees everything and he already knows about me.”

Loki’s laughter is quickly cut short.

“What?” Loki scowls. “Heimdall knows about you too?”

“He made a comment when I first arrived. He said he hoped I found everything I was looking for,” you explain. “I’m pretty sure he knows.”

Loki scowl only deepens as he stares off into the ceiling.

“Then why hasn’t he reported this to Odin?” he whispers to himself. “Why keep the secret?”

“I don’t know,” you answer for him. “But maybe he can help. He must know who my father is especially if he’s in charge of the Bifrost.”

“Heimdall will not tell you anything,” Loki sighs out. “He’s under oath and works under Odin only.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try,” you suggest. “My life is at stake and he seems kind enough.”

Loki snorts and shakes his head.

“Well then go ahead and ask him,” Loki states. “But do not come crying to me when he refuses to help.”

“I never cry,” you mutter in your defense as you fight against a yawn. You were more tired than you had expected to be.

“Sure you don’t,” Loki responds with a yawn of his own.

The lights in the room begin to dim and you wonder if it’s a part of your imagination. You glance over to Loki in question to find his eyes already closed.

“Loki?”

“Hm?” he hums half asleep.

Loki’s bed is big enough that there was no way your bodies would end up tangled at the end of the night. The space between you two was expansive but as the lights dimmed down with every shallow breath Loki took, you felt that distance lessen.

“I’m sorry for laying a hand on you,” you whisper in the dark. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” Loki mumbles tiredly. “But do not fret. My feelings aren’t hurt over your light tap.”

You roll your eyes at his response and watch as the room falls into a complete darkness. It doesn’t take long for the ceiling to erupt with small glowing lights that seem to resemble stars and galaxies unknown to you. You gasp quietly, unable to take your eyes away from it.

Loki seeming to sense your distraction lets out a sigh.

“Go to sleep mortal. For tomorrow will bring new challenges to face.”

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gavillain · 3 years

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Thoughts on the Loki tv show then?

Short version: I'm liking it! I fully expected to hate the show given that I hated almost everything they did with Loki in the MCU after Dark World. However, they're doing a pretty good job. I think overall, it's a mixed bag for me, but a mixed bag is so much better than I was expecting that I'm very happy with it. Episode 3 really was a big step up after the first two eps and I hope future episodes continue.

Now if you want the long version, I've been writing up my thoughts after each episode to share on a private forum, so I'll copy and paste under the cut. Also spoilers galore past this point:

Ep.1 "Glorious Purpose" Loki himself is the big important thing so I'm gonna talk about him first, and I was both happy and disappointed with his characterization here. Let me explain. Tom Hiddleston obviously plays everything perfectly, and he did a great job on every moment. But the writing on Loki's character is pretty inconsistent. There were a LOT of moments that genuinely felt like they were right out of the golden era of MCU Loki that captured his speech patterns perfectly, his mannerisms, his world view, his humor. Those moments were legitimately there, and they were there more often than I was expecting. Ragnarok had Loki written wrong down to the dialogue and his manner of speaking, and so it was actually very refreshing to see him written generally well, particularly in his conversations with Agent Mobius. However there were multiple moments where he was blatantly written out of character to pander to jokes or to dip into that Ragnarok jokey joke tone. I audibly groaned at the "Am I robot" bit, which was SUCH low brow human and so not in line with the fact that Loki literally knows exactly what he is and had a "species reveal" that was very important to his character. I also would have liked him to be a little more violent. This man came out of a portal, saw SHIELD agents threatening him and immediately went into kill mode in Avengers. Yet this guy stands around and lets himself be taken and forced into situations a lot. But overall, I was happy with his general characterization because I expected the bad stuff to be much worse and it wasn't and the good stuff was more plentiful than I expected. I wasn't fond of the "I don't enjoy hurting people" bit because it's weepy and wrong, but it also was an expected development and I do appreciate that they're at least delving deep into his character on an intellectual level and playing off that "Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself" line of Frigga's. There's potential to do something interesting with him here, so I'm intrigued if not convinced. The Time Keepers concept I hate, but I think I hate it because Loki ALSO hates it and we're a bit too alike in a few regards even here XD I just kind of wish it was less bureaucratic and "we're a joke about corporate offices" and was something more mystical and other worldly. I feel like if it was more science fantasy and ethereal feeling, I would probably be a lot more down for it. But I guess you gotta save money somehow. Agent Mobius is likable, and I like how he can go toe to toe with Loki and how he's kind of morally neutral. I called that Loki was the dangerous time variant disrupting the timeline before it was revealed, but I have to wonder why in the final scene they kept his face hidden. That would have been a great opportunity to show Hiddles hamming up the evil bloodlust, and I am HUNGRY for that. But they kept that Loki hidden in shadows for a reason, and I have two theories regarding why: 1. It actually ISN'T Loki and Agent Mobius is wrong and our villain is someone else. 2. Our villain is LADY Loki and they're saving the reveal that villain Loki is a woman for a later episode. We'll see if I'm right. I HOPE it's number 2 if they kept him in shadow for a reason. So yeah. Not exactly what I wanted but we're on the right track at least for now. I hope this track leads somewhere interesting.

Ep.2 "The Variant" So, first things first, this episode had "I Need a Hero" during a fight scene and TOTALLY botched it. It was way too early to play that card, the action didn't sync with the battle, and it was between a few nameless TVA agents and the evil Loki with the evil Loki still masked in shadow and not really doing much. It just lacked the OOMPH that I felt was necessary for it to be satisfying. This should have been done better. Loki characterization update: less good and less bad than episode one at the same time. There was no "Am I a robot?" cringe, but there was a lot less of the really good Loki dialogue that caught my attention in episode 1. His seemed to have kinda settled back to the mediocrity of Ragnarok Loki with occasional moments of intrigue such as his whole bit about a wolf's ears and teeth. Loki's obviously planning to overthrow the time keepers and to become the new master of time, and he even says as much to his alternate counterpart this episode. I have a sick feeling they're going to have him grow to like the TVA and to save the time stream, but I really want him to follow through with his plans because I think that's much more interesting than the alternative. Will they do it? Time will tell. I also like how much he utterly does not give a shit about Mobius's condolences about Ragnarok happening. That was a good touch. Speaking of Mobius, I still don't care for him or the TVA. They're all just very boring to me, and I don't like Loki being caged to follow their bidding. It's restraining a hurricane of excitement by forcing it to play within this very structured framework instead of burning through freely. With Loki escaping into the timestream to chase after the other Loki, hopefully that will change for the better next episode. Mobius himself gets his character expanded a bit, but his expansion is literally that he is just a cog who doesn't question his purpose and does what he does because it's what he's told to do. And that's just not compelling to me. Sidebar: Ravona, Kang the Conqueror's lover, is the head of the TVA. A fun tidbit but where's Kang? I like the way the episode explored how time variants can't happen during massive catastrophes and apocalypses because everyone dies and everything gets destroyed, so they're safe places for time variants to hide and interact with history. I enjoyed Loki and Mobius going back and messing with Pompeii right before Vesuvius erupts to test that theory. That was fun (though I wish Loki would have, instead of just acting silly and making a scene, would have done his "Kneel before me" bit on the Pompeiians or something more villainous). And I liked the whole aesthetic of them exploring a massive hurricane in Alabama in 2050 and the whole aesthetic going on there. It gave the episode an epic quality. The evil Loki was revealed in this episode, and the twist is that she's Lady Loki. Yeah, I called it. She hasn't done much herself yet and we haven't seen her do much except posses the bodies of various others and then break the timeline with multiple sprawling timeline variants, both of which is very cool. I'm excited for her, though my biggest complaint is that she has blonde hair. No. Lady Loki has BLACK hair. Why didn't they stick her in a black wig or have the actress dye her hair??? AMORA is the blonde Asgardian villainess. Lady Loki has the same hair color as Loki. And... look, I know it's a dumb detail to get hung up on, but the black hair matters to me because Loki has black hair and his beautiful female form does too and I always liked that for personal reasons. Also, she doesn't want to be called "Loki" apparently which is weird but okay, so what DOES she want to be called? I swear if they name her Amora or Sigyn, I'm gonna throw something.

But yeah, the next episode I think promises to be a change of pace, and we can see if Loki can truly spread his wings free of the TVA. I hope he does.

Ep.3 "Lamentis" This was the best episode yet! And for MULTIPLE reasons. This episode sees Loki and Lady Loki Sylvie stranded together in time. It was away from the TVA and it's boring qualities, which was great, and it put two very interesting characters in a situation where they had to rely on each other. This is more of what I was HOPING we'd get from the show. It's a lot more engaging and fun. The TVA always feel like they have their boot on our necks, and having that boot gone, it's amazing how much easier it is to breathe. And I honestly think that was intentional too with regards to how Sylvie outright calls them tyrannical fascist time police. The whole thing with Loki and Sylvie being stranded on the planet Lamentis during its apocalypse is super cool too. First of all, Lamentis is BEAUTIFULLY designed. I can tell they relied on desert locales to save on the budget, but the purple sky, the colorful train, and the neon alien city are all really pleasing to look at. And with the sky literally falling around them, it looks even cooler and the stakes feel cosmic and intense because they ARE. A very good setting that felt refreshing after the very mundane TVA headquarters and Earth scenes. Loki continues to be a sort of mixed bag with weird moments of humor that feel like they were written by someone else for another character, but those moments were a lot more sparse this time around too. Tom is still unmatched in the role, and I love the way he got to be serious, smug, manipulative, and sincere in this episode. I've kinda accepted and settled into anti-hero Loki for this series, and I'm honestly pretty okay with it here. See, I think my issues with Loki being "good" is that it comes with making amends with Thor or working for the TVA. Seeing him pursuing his own agenda on his own terms and collaborating with a kindred spirit who he seems to genuinely like is a lot easier to stomach because it feels a lot more true to the freedom that is so potent about his villainy. I loved him talking about Frigga and how she taught him her magic. That was a genuinely powerful moment. Also even though his dagger metaphor for love got kinda undercut by a joke, I think it was quite good writing and really cut to the point of what makes Loki tic. Also this episode marks a VERY important moment: Loki was canonized on screen as being bisexual in the MCU. He is the FIRST queer main character in the MCU and the first queer main protagonist of a Disney show. And I like the way they did it too! The way Sylvie asked about if he had any dalliances with princesses and then adds "or princes" and Loki says "a bit of both." It was simple and direct and unambiguous, and I love it because Loki has always BEEN queer in the MCU and the writing for him has been very queercoded. Even if that little moment is all it amounts to, it really matters and means a lot to me that they did it and I'm so happy for it. I hope they give him a boyfriend though. Like PLEEEEASE Marvel. Sylvie I'm more okay with this time around. She IS established as Sylvie and not really identifying as Loki anymore, so I can separate her from my preconception of Lady Loki and not mind the BLONDE so much. Sylvie is the name of the second Enchantress in the comics, an Enchantress that Loki himself created. I'm interested to see where they go with her backstory and who she is and what her deal is because they've been implying that she differs from the main Loki quite a lot to the point where she barely even remembers who Frigga was. I also like that Loki's response to the bisexual question implies that Sylvie is bi too. Get that MLM/WLW solidarity. I hope they don't ship them, but I hope they DO stay friends and allies because I'm loving their friendship chemistry. Also, a minor thing in the grand scheme of this episode, but Loki SINGS in this one! And I love it! Tom's always had a very pretty voice that he's gotten to show off in other roles so I'm glad he got to show off his singing in this role too. The Norse folk song he sings was both jovial and somber all at once, and I

loved it. We deserved this Minor nitpick: please give Loki his Asgardian clothes back or something. Because this TVA suit is fucking ugly and I hate it. Sylvie looks so good next to him, and he deserves to be just as stylish. This was a GREAT turning point. PLEEEEEASE keep it up. F&WS failed to. But I genuinely believe that Loki can do it.

#Loki #Loki series

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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My Girl

Pairing: Bucky x reader (red henley super delicious beefy bucky)

Word Count: 1,360

Summary: Bucky wants you to be his girl but he’s a chicken. That is, until someone makes a HUGE mistake and he goes into protective!bucky mode!

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabble clean up and the prompt below! Love when Bucky swoops in to save the day especially when mutual pining is involved! Hope you enjoy this anon and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft, fluffy shy Bucky, lots of the sweet stuff, Bucky being a doofus and tiny angst for a second but protective!bucky fixes everything! :)

Bucky quietly removes his hoodie and drapes it over your sleeping form, tucking the ends around you before gently brushing the hair from your face. “What are you doin’ Buck?” Steve’s question surprises him, and he swings around to glare, “will you keep it down punk! Y/n is passed out, don’t wake her up!”

Steve shoots Bucky a knowing look and shakes his head, “come on man, when are you gonna ask her out!?” Bucky immediately covers his lips with a finger, hurrying over to Steve and punching him in the arm. “Shut it. If you wake her, I’ll knock you out. She’s been working so hard this week.”

Rubbing his bicep Steve snips back, “skirting my question again I see.” Bucky pulls the bag of chips out of Steve’s hands and takes a handful, whispering through his munching, “when I’m ready. Every time I try and bring it up, I sound like a bumbling idiot.” With a quiet laugh Steve agrees, punching Bucky back before grabbing the chip bag and walking off.

“Hey Buck, what are you snacking on?” At the sound of your voice Bucky whips his head around to see you walking over with his hoodie wrapped around you. “You look really cute.” It slips out and before he can stop himself he keeps going, “you had no blanket and I couldn’t find one and I didn’t want you to be cold so I covered you with that. I hope we didn’t wake you. Did we wake you?”

He takes a breath and dips his head, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed. “Thank you! It’s perfect and warm and it smells nice.” He looks up and smiles, that sweet smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes and makes his nose scrunch up. “And no. You didn’t wake me. My stomach did!” You giggle and start to rummage around the kitchen, searching for something to eat.

“Want some pancakes? I’ll make ‘em!” You perk up at Bucky’s offer and ask, “what can I do to help?” The next two hours go by in a flash while you cook and eat way too many pancakes, really enjoying your time together. Bucky walks you back to your room, shuffling his feet and looking awkward again. “Thanks for eating with me. That was fun.” You smile, “it really was, and you make delicious pancakes! Thanks!”

You start to take off his hoodie, but he stops you, “you can keep it, this way you aren’t cold tonight.” Your cheeks warm at his sweetness and you take a step closer, letting your eyes drift to his lips, “thanks Buck.” He reaches out a hand and pulls the hoodie higher onto your shoulder, lingering a moment longer before pulling away and saying, “sweet dreams. Goodnight!” With those last words he rushes down the hallway and you sigh, deflating and pushing the door open.

“Nat, he had the perfect chance last night! I even leaned in and took a good look at those beautiful lips and nothing. He practically ran off! He’s just a nice guy. He would have given his hoodie to anyone. It’s not because he actually likes me. I don’t have a chance.” Nat makes a disgruntled sound, clearly displeased with how your night went. “I’m going to ask that cute agent, Chris, if he wants to come hangout and watch a movie tomorrow. What have I got to lose?” She agrees and wishes you luck as you hang up and get ready for the day.

“I’m telling ya Steve, she was literally waiting for me to kiss her and I chickened out and literally ran down the hall. It was awful. She probably liked the pancakes more than me! Argh!” Bucky drops his head, letting his hair fall in front of his face to hopefully hide some of his shame. “She definitely thinks I’m a total idiot now.” Steve pats him on the back, looking apologetic but not disagreeing, “come on punk, let’s go train. Maybe you’ll feel better if you punch me some more.”

They head down to the gym and Bucky perks up when he sees you there, talking with one of the agents. He watches as you smile and chat, your hands moving this way and that. “Wait, what? Are you asking me out?” Bucky’s stomach sinks when he sees you shake your head yes, confirming his worst nightmare. “Ugh no, you’re ugly. Not interested.” With that Chris walks away, still looking shocked until he sees Bucky.

You rush by them in a blur of blue and before Bucky can even think to chase after you, he has Chris pinned to the mat, a heavy knee on his chest and his metal hand at his throat. “What did you just say to her?” Chris can barely speak with Bucky’s fingers tightening around his neck and Steve quickly jumps in. “Take it easy Bucky, let him explain himself.”

Steve stands next to Bucky looking equally as intimidating, “well.” Chris sucks in a breath and tries to get some air before he rasps out, “she’s wearing your hoodie and I saw you guys hanging out last night. I figured she was your girl, and I didn’t want you to kick my ass for hanging out with her.” Bucky’s look softens at the thought of you being his girl, but it quickly disappears when he says, “and you thought telling her she was ugly was a better way to handle it. What the fuck?”

Bucky’s voice is loud, booming through the gym and Steve has to calm him down again. “You’re right Buck, just don’t kill him.” Chris tries to sit up, but Bucky pushes down harder with his knee, “do you know how upset she must be right now. You better go apologize and explain yourself before I do fucking kill you.”

The second Bucky eases up Chris scrambles away and runs up the stairs, Bucky hot on his heels. He waits while Chris explains what happened and apologizes profusely, adding in that he thinks you’re really beautiful. He gulps and looks to Bucky, cringing at the now murderous look on his face, “see, now he’s gonna kill me anyway because I said that! But it’s true! You are beautiful! I was just so scared of him kicking my ass I said the opposite because I wasn’t thinking.”

You start to giggle, much to the surprise of both men, “ok Chris. I get it. He can be pretty scary. But it did hurt my feelings, even if you were just trying to save your life.” Chris apologizes one last time and goes to hug you, thinking better of it and waving before he runs off. You pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body and shift your weight, hoping Bucky will talk to you now.

Thankfully, he walks over, wrapping you in his arms and crushing you to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, sniffing it before pulling away. “Did you just sniff my hair?” He laughs, tucking it behind your ear, “yea, sorry again. I just can’t seem to get this right, can I?” Your fingers play with the hem of his tee shirt, “get what right?”

Your coy look has Bucky cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb along your jaw, “I think you’re amazing and I’ve been wanting to ask you out for weeks but every time I try I just can’t seem to get it right. I end up sounding like a total idiot. And then when I heard what Chris said I just lost it. I never want you to hear those words again, there is nothing further from the truth. You’re gorgeous.”

Your hand wraps around his wrist and you rest your cheek against his palm, closing your eyes. “He thought I was your girl, and he was so scared. It doesn’t excuse what he said but it is kinda funny.” Bucky backs you up to the wall, leaning closer to your lips when he whispers, “would you be my girl?” Tilting your head forward you brush your lips to his, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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Torment

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes does that thing with his metal arm on a mission that stirs something inside you. Something that needs immediate attention, even if it has to be on the quinjet.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, fluff, is metal arm kink a thing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Square Filled: Kissed to keep quiet

Word Count: About 900?

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Torment. It was pure torment.

Watching him take out the bad guys to infiltrate a building that housed important mission data along with Sam Wilson while you manned the quinjet and helped the boys by hacking into the security system for easy access. After getting them in, you were the audience to the fight that ensued which you had to admit wasn’t the worst part of your job, in fact quite the opposite.

The super soldier fought putting all of his previous assassin training to use. Whether it was a hand to hand combat or a weapon, his movements and actions never failed to leave you awe-struck.

It never failed to let desire bloom deep in your belly either, given it was often at the worst of times, but you weren’t the one to be blamed.

Like now, you had almost missed Sam’s thumbs up from the CCTV footage you had access to for having successfully infiltrated the main section of the building because you were too busy ogling at Bucky who was taking down a heavily armed guard.

“Just let me know when you’re done making heart eyes at your boyfriend, (Y/L/N).” Sam’s voice came through the comms sharply, breaking your little trance.

Bucky knocked the guy out of consciousness with a single blow of his Vibranium arm before turning to look at you straight through the cameras, that knowing smirk visible even through the grainy visual.

The jet hummed quietly as it glided through the clouds homeward while you went to check on Bucky who was in the bathroom taking longer than usual to freshen up.

“Hey are you ok—”

Before you could complete the sentence, his hand pulled you inside the cramped space while another went to silence your startled scream.

Bucky pinned you against the door, the smirk returning as realisation dawned on your face of his intentions.

“You enjoyed the show?”

That soft whisper travelled right down to your core as he lowered his hand slowly, purposely tracing an invisible line down your front.

“Can’t blame me.”

He chuckled and leaned in as your hands went to cup his face, soon weaving into his shorter, soft hair as he hummed into the kiss.

Without warning he yanked your pants down in one swift motion, earning a gasp as his lips left yours, moving down to your neck.

“Is this what you wanted?” He murmured into your skin as he grabbed both your hands before securing them over your head with his metal one. The hold was tight enough to restrict any movement but loose enough knowing you wouldn’t dare. Besides, he knew just how much you enjoyed being held down by his arm.

“Oh yes.”

“Better be quiet then.”

Bucky traced your exposed skin before reaching your panties, toying with the hem. Fingers running over the fabric smoothly, teasing as your breaths got shallower.

Reaching in, his fingers were met with the wetness gathered between your legs, your arousal evident. The light touches he was teasing you with turned you into a wriggling mess as you moved your hips further into his hand for more friction.

“Don’t be a fucking tease Bucky.”

“Hush now sweetheart. Don’t make me shut your mouth.” Bucky’s voice low just the right amount of sexy to drive you insane, almost begging you to misbehave.

Your walls engulfed his fingers as they entered your wetness, making your head hit the back of the door in a low thud as you sighed.

“You want more?”

“Mmhmm. Please..”

“So pretty when you beg.”

The supersoldier released your hands momentarily to undo his pants but did it for him, desperate to have him inside you after fully getting rid of your bottoms.

You gave his cock a few pumps with your hands before aligning it along your entrance, as awkward as it was standing up, you managed.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

He bottomed out, his forehead on your shoulder. Grabbing the back of your knees, he lifted you up with ease and began thrusting in and out against the door.

A loud moan escaped your lips as he hit the spot. It didn’t take long for Bucky to cover your mouth with his and plunge his tongue inside, battling your own in a dance you were so familiar with.

His hips never faltered as your cries were swallowed in the brutal kiss, turning your mind foggy as your orgasm approached.

Bucky smiled against your lips as he felt your walls clench around his cock, knowing just what to do to send you over the edge.

Your fingers dug into his leather-clad shoulders as he rubbed circles around your bundle of nerves with one hand, making you see stars as you came around him, cries muffled by the sloppy kisses that continued for what felt like eternity.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still wracked your body as his hips faltered and his cock twitched inside you, filling you up with his seed.

“That was uh..”

“I know.”

“That’s it. You’re coming with me on all missions, I don’t care what Steve says.” Bucky stated, handing you your clothes.

Sharing a few lazy kisses, you got dressed, grinning like kids who’d stolen candy.

The smiles turned into full blown laughter when you heard Sam yelling ‘I’m never getting on this jet with you guys again’ as he stormed past the bathroom most probably shaking his head in disgust.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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More Time - Chpt.11

Summary: Steve, Emma, and Bucky celebrate Bucky’s 106th birthday with a party at the guys apartment. Master list can be found HERE.

Warnings/ Content: Birthday fluff. Pepper being a super observant friend. Steve being a super affectionate cuddler.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Wild times we’re living in right now. My kids school just closed for the next few days while they make a long term plan for this whole COVID-19 thing and my mind is just kinda blown. My coworkers kids schools shut down for the next two to four weeks. Wild times ya’ll. I hope where ever you are you’re safe and well and that you stay that way. Sending out good vibes from my little corner of PA. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Eleven

Steve and Bucky’s apartment was enormous by Brooklyn standards but when it was filled to the brim with Avengers, SHIELD team members, and various other friends, it was still too cramped for comfort. Steve and Emma had invited everyone they could think of for Bucky’s birthday hoping that maybe a third of them would actually show up to celebrate. Everyone had such important jobs it was difficult to get more than a few friends in the same room at the same time. The stars aligned on that cold Saturday in March, however, and it had Steve rushing around trying to add on to their catering order and borrow chairs from neighbors.

Bucky was floored by the turn out and, as much as he preferred to stay on the sidelines, he found himself sitting in the middle of the living room socializing. Friends he’d made since returning to work at SHIELD as well as old friends like Pepper and Bruce mingled happily and Bucky was touched by the number of people who had shown up. Steve threw him these little concerned glances every so often but Bucky just smiled and nodded in return, he was doing okay surrounded by their nearest and dearest. Emma fluttered around the group like a pro, collecting coats, handing out drinks, and encouraging people to enjoy the lunch spread in the kitchen. Bucky watched her for a bit, impressed by how naturally she fit into their group of friends.

“Bucky…” Pepper said with a knowing smirk. She had caught him staring at Emma just a little bit longer than he should have and the look on his face was clear as day.

“Pepper?” he replied cheekily.

Pepper laughed and shook her head. She wasn’t going to pry, but she absolutely had caught on.

Bucky shrugged and popped another mini crab cake in his mouth. It was his party and he was damn well going to enjoy it. Now, if he could just get Steve and Emma to join him on the sofa for a bit. Bucky excused himself, leaving Pepper and Sam to catch up while he navigated through the herd to Steve.

Despite his best efforts, Bucky couldn’t wrangle Steve or Emma for more than a few minutes at a time. They were both constantly in motion, making sure everyone was taken care of and things were running smoothly. Steve enjoyed catching up with agents he used to work with and hadn’t seen since he officially stepped down. Emma spent the few spare seconds she had getting to know some of Bucky’s close friends; dazzling Sam with her quick wit and bonding instantly with Wanda. It wasn’t until the last of the guests had left that Bucky actually got any face time either of them. Bucky was sat on one end of the sofa, Emma on the other, with Steve stretched out so his back was resting against Bucky’s chest and his feet were in Emma’s lap where she was rubbing them, knowing they had to be as sore as hers. Steve groaned happily at the foot massage and Bucky rolled his eyes at his dramatics.

“We don’t have to go out tonight.” Emma offered, they were all worn out and it was barely five o’clock.

“No,” Steve practically yelped, sitting up a little straighter, “I want to take you out. I just need a little rest before I get changed.”

“I should run home and get changed too.” Emma stifled a yawn.

“Both of you need a nap and some coffee.” Bucky shifted so Steve was leaning against the sofa instead of him and he could slip away.

Emma heard him rummaging around the kitchen for a few minutes and then he returned with three coffee mugs on a tray. “How do you take yours?” he asked Emma after handing Steve his cup of plain, black coffee.

“Just a little cream or milk if you have it.” she told him.

“You got it.” he set his mug down and took hers back to fix it the way she liked it.

Handing Emma her mug, he joined them back on the sofa.

“What’s in yours?” she asked Bucky, noticing his was significantly lighter in color.

“Cream and sugar.” Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky pinched him in the side, “Hey, some of us enjoy the creature comforts of the twenty first century.”

“And some of us drink coffee because we like the way it tastes.” Steve snarked back.

“Ah yes, because bitter dirt is so enticing. He drank it this way back in the depression too.”

“That was barely more than brown water back then.” he admitted ruefully. “It was warm though and the rations were free so it could have been worse.”

Emma and Bucky rolled their eyes in unison. “You see what I deal with here?” Bucky groused.

Emma nodded, commiserating. “Steve, you are the only person who would think back to The Great Depression and say it could have been worse. It was the depression. It doesn’t get worse than that.”

Bucky let out a snort of laughter into his mug and his cheeks tinged pink at the outburst.

Steve held up his hands, placating them both. “Okay, okay. It was pretty bad back then. But we had a roof over our heads and enough food that we didn’t actually starve. We did okay.”

Bucky nodded, “We were luckier than some, I’ll give you that. It got a little touch and go at times, but we made it.”

Steve gave Bucky a warm, familiar smile that had a soft smile of his own tugging at Bucky’s lips. Emma loved moments like this between them when it was crystal clear how much they loved each other, and had for a very long time. It was hard not to feel like an interloper watching them but Emma reminded herself that they had welcomed her into their lives and she needed to trust that they knew their own minds.

“Okay,” Bucky said abruptly, “Happier topics, shall we?”

Emma huffed a laugh, “Like date night?”

“Like date night.” Bucky agreed, “You ever been to DaVinci’s?”

“Oh god, no. I’ve heard of it, but no.”

“Well, we have reservations at seven if you want to try it.”

“Seriously? No, Bucky, that’s sweet but we don’t have to go there.”

“You’re as bad as Stevie. Might I remind you that it’s my birthday? I thought I was allowed to pick.”

“Of course you are but DaVinci’s is a bit much for a first date. You don’t have to do that. I would be just as happy getting crappy take out and watching Myth Busters with you guys on the sofa.”

“We know you’re not the type to have dollar signs in your eyes when you look at us. But I turned 106 today and I want to get all dressed up and take my best guy and my best gal out to a nice dinner. Really, you’re doing me a favor; their veal saltimbocca is one of my favorite foods in the world.”

Steve nodded, “He’s serious. I’ve heard him make noises while eating it that aren’t decent to make in public.”

Bucky tried to pinch Steve again but he wiggled away, curling up on the other side of the sofa with Emma.

“Alright,” Emma said pressing a kiss to Steve’s shoulder, “I guess I can’t refuse an old man’s request on his 106th birthday.”

“Nope.” Bucky popped the “p” loudly, infinitely pleased with himself.

Steve took the opportunity to snuggle in with Emma while they finished their coffee. Emma noticed Steve was a lot more tactile than Bucky, finding subtle ways to stay connected to Bucky or her. Bucky indulged him but he was more reserved when it came to initiating contact himself. Emma soaked up the physical contact from them both like rays of sunshine. She had gone so long without being physically close to anyone. She shifted slightly in her seat, getting more comfortable.

“I’m not squishing you, am I?” Steve asked, looking back with a worried expression.

“Not at all, you’re fine.” Emma assured him.

“If you’re sure. I know I get a little overzealous sometimes with cuddling.”

“What he means is,” Bucky interjected, “He’s a very aggressive cuddler with zero personal boundaries.”

“Sorry” Steve said without sounding the least bit apologetic.

“It’s okay.” Emma told him, “It’s just new for me.”

“Shit. Sorry. I don’t have to…” Steve made a movement like he was going to go back to his own seat but Emma threw her free arm around him tighter.

“No, it’s fine, really. I just, well, I haven’t dated in a really long time. And the guy I was with last wasn’t very physical.”

“His loss.” Steve gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Emma looked over at the clock and sighed. “I really have to head home if I’m going to be ready in time for dinner.”

“You want us to pick you up at your place? I was gonna drive tonight.”

“Sure, I’ll text you both my address so you have it.”

Emma pulled out her phone and sent them the info before getting up and heading out. She was as reluctant to leave as they were to let her go. It was only for an hour though and she hurried home through the slushy sidewalks to get ready for their date.

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