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curvykittyyssmutfics · 5 months
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Can you do a clingy possessive Tony stark being super clingy with his wife that has to go to work or something and he basically eats her out so she won’t leave pls 🥺 love your fics!
You Know I Eat
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"Bitch, you know I eat.." You rap, starin at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you tuck the left side of your hair behind your ear.
You can't help the way you pop your ass to the beat of your jam while it plays on the surround sound speakers throughout the mansion you share with Tony. Pretendin you don't feel your husbands fucking intense stare on your backside, you make ya juicy ass cheeks clap and jiggle in your stark white shirt dress.
"Pretty face wit sum pretty feet, bitch you know I eat.."
One last lean forward to wipe gloss off the corner of your mouth with your index finger and thumb, a small smile gracin your lined lips as you feel your fit slide up in the back a bit. The show you put on teases the fuck outta yo man so of course you gotta throw it back once more.
"Hoe I'm still on fleek, boss bitch- you can't compete. You already know what time it is, bitch I came ta eat.."
Just about done with the finishing touches on your look, you give a small half lick to the right side of your upper lip and a flick of your 28 inch y/h/c bone straight hair over your shoulder. Spinning round to asses the back of yourself through the mirror before turnin and comin face to face with your fine ass husband.
Tony stares you down ravenously, eyeing your frame while nibbling that sultry, full bottom lip as he leans against the doorframe. Muscled arms crossed against his strong bare chest, you notice his lengthy dick is hard and pokin the front of his black gym shorts. Doesn't even realize he's lookin like a fuckin snack.
Little do you know, hes thinkin the exact same thing about you. God damn, you look so alluring to him. He has the immediate urge to get to that prize in between your legs. Lust filled eyes drag up and down your frame once more before meeting your amused gaze.
"And where do you think you're goin, yn?" He asks, like you both haven't had this conversation a gazillion times today.
"You know I have to run to the office real quick and then I'm gonna meet up with girls. Don't act like we have argued about this earlier more times than I'd like to count."
The way you roll your eyes in the air tests Tony's patience. Makes him straighten up, arms at his sides as he takes a step toward you, nose flaring just a bit. You hold your ground, juting your waist out to the side as you put your hand on your hip.
"I believe I won that argument, as I win all of our arguments." Your cocky ass husband responds and he takes another step towards you.
Impossible to miss his sneaky advance, you can't help but to laugh aloud. Closing the distance, you step up and wrap your arms around his neck to pull his body to yours securely. His cock pokes at you, twitchin against you relentlessly. Your pussy calls back with an answering flutter.
"No, I win all our fights because Daddy can't take when I inhale his cock down my throat while massagin his fat balls." You counter back, speaking against his mouth before licking as his sensual bottom lip.
Tony eyes shut and he groans loud when he feels the tip of your tongue comes out to play. Grippin your waist, he humps his dick against you as the desperation for you slowly rises. Coupled with your reminder of how fuckin good you suck his dick he's, about ready to end this conversation and get to the fun part.
The racy banger you keep on repeat plays in the back ground as ya man rest his face between your perky brown tits and takes a deep breath. Tony backs you into the bathroom counter, lifting and setting you atop it. He steps between your open legs, kissing every inch of skin he can reach on your chest. Fuck his lips on your body get your pussy to start droolin in an instant.
"Stay." He softly demands when he pulls back from your tits, looking into your eyes.
The way he lovingly gazes at you, slowly bending to press sweet kisses on your neck has an arousing warmth spreading throughout your body. Your resolve already starts to break from his ministrations. Fuck maybe you could drop by the office tomorrow instead..
"Stay." He says again, and you feel his thumb press against the wet spot on your panties that sits right against your pulsing clit.
Your head drops back against the mirror as you inhale sharply. Tony doesn't play fair as he rotates his thumb in deliberate circles against you. Dammit, maybe the you can meet up with the girls another time..
"Stay." He commands one last time before dropping to his knees, pulling your skimpy cotton panties to the side and softly sucking on your sensitive button.
Your moan is loud and long as he suckles at you like he's nursin a tit. Looking down to watch, you notice your husbands closed eyes and look of pure bliss as he casually eats your pussy. The grip at your waist pulls you to the edge of the counter closer to his mouth and he whines your name into your wet pussy. His hips hump the air in the same rhythm that he laps at you, stiff cock wagging up and down repeatedly in his shorts.
"You gonna stay with Daddy for the day, baby?" He asks, nuzzling in your thick brown thighs before getting back to his meal.
"Fuuuuck.. IcantIcantIcant. Pleeeease. You kn-know I gotta goooo." You answer through heavy breaths and clenched teeth as he takes you apart piece by piece.
Although he keeps an unrushed steady pace, all of it is too much. You throw your head back into the mirror with a loud thud, trying to slow down the orgasm attempting to race through you. It's feels so fucking good that you don't notice how Tony lifts your right leg to let it hang over his shoulder loosely.
"Come on kitten," -suck- "Be Daddy's good girl," -suck- "Stay home with me today," -suck- "And I'll fiiiiinally do that thing you want." He offers in-between his slurps.
Fuck, you instantly know what he's referring to. It seemed so unlikely that you took it off your bucket list long ago. It's been a constant wet dream to have a threesome with him and his red and gold ironman suit. The thought excites you, makes your pussy clench and your orgasm inch closer as you hump your husbands mouth lustfully.
"OK, deal!" You concede, as he spreads your sticky brown lips and licks into the pink of your pussy.
Not even a second after the truce you feel his fingers leave your hips and rip open the buttons on your fit. Full, soft, brown tits bounce free as you gasp in utter disbelief.
"Daddy!" You squeal, watching as your buttons pop off and fly across the bathroom.
"I'll buy you another. Sorry." He hums into your slit, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he reaches up to grope your tit, flicking at the piercing on each of your dark nipples.
The action makes you tingle as you feel a pull in your core. Your shimmering gold wrap around heel dangles limply in the air as one of your hands frantically grab at the long strands of hair in the front of his head; the other arm shakily extends behind you to hold yourself up. Staring up at the ceiling unseeing, your leg curls around his head as he slips down to lick at the glistening between your pussy lips, thumb pressing quick firm circles at your clit.
"You're a mooonster.." You moan at your mean as man.
Tony only chuckles as he increases the suction at your soaked entrance before stiffening his tongue and plungin inside your quivering cunt. The sensation of him fucking you so voraciously with the wet muscle snaps your back into an arch. He uses the tip of his nose to press his thumb into your clit more firmly to give you more. His cock throbs fervidly as he enjoys eating you, craving the tight hold of your perfect little pussy.
You can't find it in yourself to give a single fuck about anyone else that might be in the mansion while you wail in complete rapture. It's simply reflexive when you yank Tony's head tight against your pussy and grind into his mouth. Your hips hump his face as you help fuck his tongue into you deeper. The groans he let's out as you tug his hair hard matches yours, as well as vibrate the hell outta your core.
"DaddyI'mgonnacum! Uhn, uhn, uhn, mmmmm.. Makin me feel so gooooood Daddy! Ah!"
You're gushy pussy wets up the lower half of his face as the dam bursts and your walls continuously contract around the talented tongue trying to devour you. The wetness drips generously down his chin, neck, and chest. It's one of the best orgasms of your life and you hope you're not drowning your hubby with the wave of juices flowing from you.
Tony's in heaven when you cum and convulse against his mouth. He's in love with the trembles spreading throughout you, so he removes his tongue from your pussy just to try and consume your pulsating button. His lips are a bit sore and swollen but the suction remains consistently persistent as you shriek for reprieve. But your husband only bullys the poor little gem with his devilish mouth, intense gaze taking in your passionate cries.
Your volume raises so high the you supercede the track playin over the bathroom speakers and he feels instant regret for not closing the bedroom door; knows his assistants are probably getting an earful of your wails from downstairs. Still he's just beyond grateful he ain't buss his load in his shorts; that nuts so he can spray and paint your perfect curvy body.
"Pleeeease Daddy! Allyoursbaby! Won't leave less you say yeeees Daddy! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" Is the only one of your pleas he surrenders to.
Finally pullin back slowly, a knowing,sexy smirk in place as he lets your leg slide limply from his shoulder, he ogles you intently. Openly admiring how you try and fail to catch your breath, the rapid rise and fall of your breasts; delighted at how you tremble with closed eyes and pinched brows. Its quiet in the bathroom besides your heavy breathing and the song playing in the background.
When you eventually open your eyes, your met with Ironman on his knees behind your smirking husband. The eyes glow brightly as it looks from Tony to you. Ya fine ass man chuckles heartily at your shocked expression, before teasin you.
"Bitch, you know I eat."
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thewriterg · 10 months
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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.
pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader
summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision
word count: 3.0k+
warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language
A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please
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“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way
It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.
“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted
Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out
“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions
“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry
“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being
The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm
“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp
“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire
“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid
“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest
“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”
“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords
You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement
“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy
Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field
You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail
“FUCK!”
“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes
“No Mantis don’t say-”
“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.
“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost
“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open
“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same
Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent
“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile
“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there
“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little
“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way
“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees
“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated
“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered
“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain
“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you
“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet
“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence
“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue
“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat
“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke
“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip
“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy
“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships
“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm
“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered
“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline
“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma
He wasn’t there in time
Now you were hurt
He failed you
His fault
It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-
“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt
“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm
“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching
“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare
“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely
Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort
You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard
“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat 
“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded
“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it
“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone
“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did
“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing
“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish
“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you
“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms
“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes
“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone
“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone
Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail
“Oh kid.”
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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊
maybe a part 2?🤔
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missacidburn928 · 4 months
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"It hurts, okay! It hurts because things will never be the same again. That bright eyed girl full of sunshine and hope. She's gone. A woman fortified with brimstone and ash has taken her place now. 
All you had to do was not play games with my heart. The fickle thing loves to hold a grudge. And your transgressions can not go unpunished. 
I didn't want it to be this way. I truly thought I might not ever have to release this side of me again.  But I was wrong. 
Enjoy all the destruction your betrayal hath wrought."
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LUNATIC IV
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Summary:
I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. It all depends on you...
Notes:
Hello Heathens! This chapter is mainly just porn with very little plot. A sexy interlude if you will. Have no fear though, the next chapter is back to being story driven with hot sex thrown in. I hope you enjoy your time with the Science Bros! Happy Reading!
Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot
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"I've been summoned" you proclaim, as you walk into the enormous lab the AI directed you to, occupied by earth's mightiest scientists. 
Bruce looks up from his table, a surprised expression on his face at seeing you stand before them.
"Honestly I wasn't sure you would show." Tony states as he continues tinkering. "After seeing your little weapons lab in your warehouse -"
"Lair." You correct him. "Tartarus is far more than a warehouse."
"Right." He nods his head, finally turning to face you. "I figured you might want to play with my toys. Get a fresh set of eyes on some ideas I've been working on. Maybe create something I, in my vast knowledge, wouldn't have thought of."
"Are your toys the only thing I get to play with? You pulled me from rehearsing a new rather intense set with Walt & August that involved some cleverly placed mirrors." Your eyes wander his secretly built frame before moving over to a still confused looking Banner, sending a wink in his direction when your eyes meet.
"I fully consent to any form of playtime you’re offering. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit jealous the others have had you before me. I am the playboy after all."
"And I'm the vigilante sex worker with a lust for blood and debauchery." You husk out. "I get it. I also understand that as much as you like to play up the Dom vibes you're really more of a Switch."
"You can sense that huh?" He teases.
"Part of my day job is to read people and give them what they need."
"And what do I need?"
"Someone to match your energy." You walk up to his bench, looking for something to tinker with as you continue. "To be willing to drop to their knees when you want to exert your power. But also able to grab a fist full of your hair and take what they want from you." 
"And what energy am I giving off now?"
You step between him and the bench, bodies pressed against each other. You run a hand up his chest, tapping his arc reactor once before continuing your trek up his neck and around to the back of his head. Your fingers dance along his nape, tickling the shorn locks before grabbing a fistful, wrenching his head back and pushing him down onto his knees. 
"You want me to use you for my pleasure. You need to know that you can make me feel as good as the others have. You're dying to know if my pussy tastes as delicious and feels as tight as they say it does. But you don't want to take it from me. You want me to make you work for it. Earn my orgasms." You tug on his hair and he lets out a whimper. "That sound about right?"
"Fuck." He readjusts himself in his sweats, looking up at you with pupils dilated with lust. "I really want to give a smartass response here but you've hit the nail on the head and I'm really distracted by the view."
A wicked smile crosses your face. "Bruce. If you don't want to watch me make Tony worship my body like a temple I suggest you retreat to somewhere else."
"I'm good where I am." He states, locking eyes with you. "I'm due a much needed break anyway. Told I work too much. Might as well enjoy a show while I'm at it."
You turn back to Tony. "Undo my jeans and remove them." 
Clearing the bench, you hop onto it and spread your legs wide. You fasten your hand back into Tony’s hair, directing his head to your waiting and weeping pussy. “You’re going to eat my cunt like the cunning linguist that I know you must be. But before you get started on your task, I want you to pull that philanderous dick of yours out and place your hands on my thighs. You are not to move them until I say otherwise.”
Pupils blown and eyes lidded he nods his head as best he can with the tight hold you have him. Licking his lips, he pulls his rock hard thickness from beneath his sweats. Once his hands rest on your inner thighs you pull his face up against your aching slit. “Now feast. And don’t bother trying to be polite. If your jaw is not covered in my essence then you’re not worthy of that playboy moniker.”
And boy does he eat. Licking you in long strong strokes. Dipping his tongue as deep as it can get. Sucking your engorged clit into his mouth and humming "Highway to Hell". All with his hands balled into fists or gripping you tightly, but still in place where you told him to leave them.
"Mmm. Such a good boy. That tongue is almost magical Tony. Just a few more licks and you'll earn your reward. You want that dont you. Me coming on your tongue?"
He nods his head and hums a yes but does not stop his task. He increases his efforts and locks eyes with you as he does a nifty little trick with his tongue that has you tightening your grip on his hair and riding his face as you come undone. Your walls clench around nothing as you scream in pleasure. 
Coming down from your high, you pull his head back and address him. "A true playboy with a talented tongue indeed. Now clean up your mess." You watch him clean your cum off of your thighs. 
"Good boy." You give him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Stay right there on your knees where you belong." You lower yourself down off the bench and walk over to Bruce. 
"Enjoy the show Banner?" You step into his personal space. "Want a second hand taste?" Closing the gap between you, you run your tongue along the seam of his lips. Without hesitation he opens up and pushes his tongue against yours.
You nibble and suck on his bottom lip. Riling him up by talking to Hulk in between kisses until he wraps a hand around your throat, turns you around to face Tony, and bends you over his workbench. Unzipping his pants, he pulls his large dick out and slams inside you. 
He is not gentle with you and you couldn't be happier about it. You're prepped and ready thanks to Tony’s talented tongue anyway. You allow yourself to submit to his natural dominance and take his thick dick like the good girl you are. 
Bruce takes no time making you cum on his dick while Tony is still on his knees, cock leaking, whining as he watches. His hands grip his thighs so tightly he’s leaving crescent moons from his nails. But he remains in place like he was told. 
"I've never seen him this quiet. I might need you to visit the lab more often, Nyx." Bruce grits out.
"If you dick me down this good every time I just might have to." You moan. “ Fuck! ”
"You're taking my cock so fucking good baby. Not even afraid of the Hulk taking the reins."
"I'd love some playtime with him. In his special room of course. Wouldn't wanna scare the locals." 
"Oh fuck! I did not think hearing that would be so sexy." Tony blurts out.
You continue to let Bruce take you apart until he abruptly pulls out and spins you around. Pushing you down to your knees he sticks his dick in your mouth and comes down your throat.
After you swallow every last drop, while maintaining eye contact, you show him your clean tongue. 
Crawling over to a still kneeling Tony, you seat yourself on his angry, weeping dick. 
Placing his hands on your hips, you slowly begin to ride him. Engaging your core and grinding on him so that his fat dick hits all the good spots. 
"You do have a magic snatch." He muses, "You may have just become my newest addiction."
"Good. Now lay me down. Use my ankles as earmuffs and fill me to brim with that borderline evil genius semen. I have places to be." You giggle a little.
"The pleasure is all yours baby girl." He smirks.
With a quickness you were unaware he had, Tony has you on your back with your ankles resting on his shoulders. He fucks you with a skill that rivals your fellow male sex workers. He knows all the buttons to push and secret places to tickle. In no time your back is arching and you're screaming his name for the entire floor to hear. 
“Fuck that feels good. I’m so close. May I come for you Nyx? Please let me come.” He whines as your walls contract around his girth.
“Yes! You’ve earned it for being such a good boy for me. Come. Right. Now. Tony.” You command.
That's what does him in and has him bending your legs back and to the side as he paints your womb white. Filling you to the brim like you had originally requested.
You pull his face down to yours, nipping and biting his lip as you feel the last twitches of his cock stir inside you. 
"The rest of rehearsal with August and Walt is going to be so much more interesting now with you slowly leaking out of me." You smile devilishly. "May just get myself covered and reclaimed before the night's over." You laugh.
"Seriously?!" Tony shakes his head and chuckles.
"Oh yes. Although Auggie and Walter love to share. They love marking their so-called territory even more."
You wait for Tony to pull out before you get back up on your feet. You grab your pants off the floor, pull them back on and kiss him on the cheek. "We'll set a proper play date to tinker when I don't have a new routine to get ready for my show."
You walk over to Bruce and kiss him deeply. "And you just let me know when the big guy wants something warm and tight to sink into."
His eyes flash green as you back away and turn towards the elevator.
"We are all fucked." Tony states as he puts his dick back in his sweats. 
"So very fucked." Bruce agrees with a smile on his face. 
"Told you." They hear Steve laugh over the speakers.
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As you're leaving the building, Wade catches you. "Let me guess? You were in the vents again." 
"Duh. And I'm glad I was. I thought I'd for sure see the big green guy with how Bruce was fucking you. Guess the man really is just angry all the time."
You laugh at his antics. "Are you going back in the vents or do you want to have some playtime with Ferne? I know you haven't cashed in on my promise yet and she has the whole night free."
"Oh ho ho. That does sound appealing. But alas I have a job to attend to. Tell her to keep my favorite strap on ready and waiting for me. And not to forget the core exercises so she can pump harder next time."
"I'll be sure to pass the message along. Don't blow yourself up this time okay."
"No promises."
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wanderlustpeach · 2 years
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MASTERLIST;
— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)
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[steve rogers masterpost]
→ one last kiss;
synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.
→ meant to be; pt 2
synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.
→ ghost of you;
synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.
[bucky barnes masterpost]
→ meant to be;
synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.
→ meant to be; part 2
synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.
[tony stark masterpost]
→ sugar baby;
synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.
[wanda maximoff masterpost]
→ little red;
synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.
→ for love;
synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.
[matt murdock masterpost]
→ not her;
synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.
→ broken dreams;
synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.
[frank castle masterpost]
→ i’m worth it;
synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.
[billy russo masterpost]
→ counting stars;
synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.
| masterlist |
[tasm! peter parker masterpost]
→ second best;
synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.
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gardenof-venus · 2 years
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
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↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬’ 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡. ↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬’ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.
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𝐊𝐞𝐲.
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖: ☄️
𝐒𝐅𝐖: 🌀
𝐋𝐢𝐥’ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲: ✨
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟: 🪐
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭: ☔️
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞: 🌙 𝐅𝐞𝐦: ☀️ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥: ⛅️
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𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 - 𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘈
𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.
• Aphrodite (🌙🪐☄️)
𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.
• 1. (🌙☄️)
• 2. (🌙☄️)
𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 - 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘙
𝙎𝙖𝙢 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 -𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘊𝘖𝘕 / 𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘈
𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘞𝘐𝘋𝘖𝘞
• Heaven Can Wait (☀️☔️🌀🪐)
• She Wanna Go Viral (☄️ ☀️)
𝙔𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙖 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘞𝘐𝘋𝘖𝘞
𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙛𝙚𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣
𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙊𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣
𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 - 𝘐𝘙𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘈𝘕
𝙏’𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙐𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙪 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙
𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙐𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙪 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙
𝘼𝙪𝙝 𝙆’𝙪𝙠’𝙪𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 - 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘉𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘙
𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 - 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙-𝘔𝘈𝘕 (Tom Holland)
𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 - 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙-𝘔𝘈𝘕 (Andrew Garfield)
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙛𝙛 - 𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏
𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙛𝙛 - 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘝𝘌𝘙
𝙒𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 - 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘗𝘖𝘖𝘓
𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 - 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘔
𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚 - 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘜𝘕𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘙
𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙠 - 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓
𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧, 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮 - 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
• Comfortable (☀️🌀✨🪐)
• Not Another Love Song (☀️☄️☔️)
Miguel O’Hara - ATSV
• Lace Glue Testing! (☀️☄️)
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deexchanel · 2 years
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Blind
Word Count: 2,692
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Altercations, Fluff and feelings uprooted. mentioning of drugs!
Summary: Bucky is blinded by love from his girlfriend who is secretly just using him for good looks and money. Elara loves Bucky as a friend until she hung out with him more and the feelings for him grew.
A/N: It’s been a month or two. Writer’s Block is a pain the ass and this time I’m prepared. ( E-Lar-rah)
mf: motherfucker ( too lazy to keep writing it)
*Characters are 18 and older!*
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Elara & Bucky
“Trying to make it to school kills me Corell.” Elara sits on the edge of the couch putting on her black and white dunks. It’s 7:30 in the morning, school started it at 8:30 sharp.
“Girl it’s just 2 more months of school before you graduate. Don’t let senioritis consume you whole.” Corell poured hazelnut creamer into her coffee. Elara fixed on her red curls in the mirror. Her outfit was a black romper.
“Sis that mf done swallowed me already. Where my keys ?”
As Elara walked past Corell pointed at the hook near the door. El kissed her big sister on the cheek and grabbed the essentials that she needed then left for school.
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“bestie what it do!” Elara walked up to her bestie as she does every morning near the 600 lockers. It was a lot of students that attended her school which why they found somewhere link.
Kaylee Jinsu had been Elara best friend since 9th grade. “I’m convinced Thor is into me.”
The pair walked side by side to breakfast. “Why you say that?” Elara looked up from her phone every so often so she wouldn’t run into anything.
“He messaged me on instagram on some friend type shit. Wait-“ Her phone buzzed and it created a little smile on her face. “Ignore that bullshit I just said. I met Thor last year because he was friendly to me first. We’re in the friend zone and I really like him.”
Elara furrowed her eyebrow in confusion,”Why are y’all still in the friend zone? Have he shown you energy that he’s feeling you back?”
Kaylee scratch the side of her next, “He’s fingered me, we’ve made out-“
“I’m going to stop you right there bestie. That’s a red flag. He’s toxicccc.” They walked in the cafeteria deep in conversation joining the line of students that also wanted breakfast.
They sat down at the table after being served two waffles, sausage, eggs and apple juice. “Oouh bestie today they got us right on breakfast.” Kaylee dipped her waffle in syrup as Elara ate on her eggs a bit.
“Girl what! I’ma be so sleepy in first block.”
“Elara!” A deep voice that belonged to Bucky made his way closer to the table. El’s smile grew seeing her other best friend who she have yet to talk to today.
“James you was real M.I.A this morning. Surprised you still my bestie.”
“I’m sorry Elara, I was busy this morning doing some shit with my pops.” He kissed her cheek, “I just came to talk to you, grab a juice then head to class.”
Elara’s cheeks turned red, “Okay Bucky enjoy your day.” Bucky ruffled Kaylee’s hair, smirking. “I will. Oh and Kay? Thor said Good morning.”
Kaylee cheeks grew red while swatting his hands away, “Bye Bucky, you play so much!” She thought he was being petty but in honesty Thor asked him to say that.
After Bucky left, The girls sat there for a minute talking. Their conversation died down a bit after hearing her best friend name in someone’s mouth.
“Bucky’s girlfriend been posting on her close friends that he is the example dude on how use them for only money and arm candy.”
Elara’s leg shook in anger hearing that shit. Bucky loves Rydee because they’ve been together since 10th grade year. Kaylee grabbed Elara’s hand pulling her from the table before anything broke loose.
“Kaylee you heard that shit ? Rydee been using Bucky for his money. I’m going to beat her ass.” She rubbed her lips together trying to calm down but it’s not working.
“Yeah I heard that shit. She wrong as fuck for that because Bucky actually likes her. When you planning on beating her ass?”
“At Lunch.”
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Eventually the best friends separated for classes until it was time for seniors lunch block. “Hey Steve!” Elara kissed his cheek then dapped up the rest of the gang around the table. “Where’s Bucky?”
“Sitting with Hoedee.” Clint pointed his fork in the direction of Bucky sitting at a lunch table with Rydee hugged up to him and all of her friends over there. It was only Loki, Clint, Steve and Tony at the table.
“Should’ve known.” Elara sat in the empty space between Loki and Tony. She glanced down at their plates trying to see which one was appetizing.“Which station you got the chicken nuggets from??” She pointed at Tony’s plate.
He dipped a chicken nugget it in ketchup then plopped it in his mouth, “Near the pizza but I forgot the name of it. Want one?” He held out one towards her.
“Yeah I wanna see what they taste like.” When she went to grab it, Tony plopped it in his mouth with a devious smirk growing.
Elara jaw dropped for a second then she glared. “You greedy mf!” She reached forward trying to grab one as same time Tony tried to block it.
“Stark give me one !”
“No! I want all of mine!”
“Tony!”
“Elara!” He mocked back.
They looked like little kids with chicken nugget crumbs over their hands from fighting over it. Amused, Steve held out an chicken nugget from his plate “Here El.”
The glare went from Tony to Steve, “You had one this whole time?!” She huff not even wanting it anymore. Steve laughed, “Because you didn’t ask me, you asked Tony out of all people at the table.”
Elara smacked her lips, “You do be making points Steve.” Her phone buzzed grabbing her attention.
bestie4L
we’re walking in now
bestie4L
who tf is we?
As soon as the message sent, Elara looked up to see her bestie & Thor walking in. Wait for it…
holding hands.
This is the end. Elara happiness dropped seeing her best friend off the market. I mean yeah she’s happy for her best friend but she couldn’t help feel alone. Kaylee wasn’t going to drop her but it probably meant she wasn’t going to always be available. El cleared her frown and put on the best smile for her best friend.
“Kay?? What in the hell is going on today? Like it is so eventful on this Thursday.” El pointed at their joined hands. Kaylee blushed,
Kaylee blushed, “I’ll tell you later Elara, you know I am.” Thor flexed his muscles to the guys and the cheered for him.
“Congrats on the relationship dude!” Steve dapped up Thor. Kaylee sat down by Elara getting comfortable while Thor sat beside Loki after doing their handshake.
“What’s up Loki!”
“Hey Thor!”
“Where’s Bucky?” The long blonde asked for his other brother. The whole table in unison, pointed behind them.
“Hoedee.”
Kaylee snorted and the whole table burst into laughter. El glanced over at her best friend, honestly missing him. He’s been busy all week with his dad til they’ve barely facetimed each other. She saw Rydee rub up and down his arm, she couldn’t help but feel jealous.
Jealous? Pfft Elara is the type of person who is far from jealously. Or is she ?
In slow motion, she watched Rydee place a kiss on the corner of Bucky’s lips. That’s it! She couldn’t sit there and watch some gold digger kiss on her man. That shit sent her over the edge and hating to admit it herself she knew why.
All she saw was red.
El slammed her book bag down on the table getting up. “Lara??” Kaylee got up from her seat following behind her. “Oh we ready??”
“You damn right we is.” Lara made way over to Rydee table. Kaylee crossed her arms, not losing eye contact on Rydee. Bucky glanced up to his best friend from his phone, “Best? Hey, I was just finna text-“
Elara and Kaylee stared down on Rydee but Ry wasn’t going down without a fight so she stood up too.
“Bitch you think you’re going to use my best friend for his money and not think I’ll do anything??!! Are you fucking dumb?!?!”
“Elara shut the fuck up cause you’re not going to do anything about it!”
“Oh baby we gone do everything about it, don’t fucking play!” Kaylee spoke up, taking her ear rings out. Another one of Rydee’s friend stood up too. The cafeteria was still rowdy from the other kids so not a lot of people was aware of what was going on.
The boys watched from afar, completely confused on what the hell going on. Bucky stood up, just as confused as his friends. “Elara what is going on? What’s the reason on why you walking up to Rydee like this??”
Elara pointed at Rydee, anger written all over her face.“Tell him Rydee! Tell him that you been using-“
Rydee lurched forward aiming to Elara’s face but El’s fist connected to Ry’s face first. Punches were thrown left and right but Ry slipped on a bookbag so she fell backwards which had Elara on top.
Rydee’s friend inched closer to the fight but Kay kept watched the whole time. She went over to the friend “Oh bitch you trying to jump in?!” Kaylee grabbed her hair, pulling her to the ground. “Bitch don’t you ever think you can jump in my best friend fight!”
The two fights caught everyone attention and the cafeteria erupted into a lot of commotion. Bucky had enough of the fighting from Elara, he grabbed her waist trying to get her off. “Elara let her go!”
He didn’t understand what was the whole fight about. Bucky was upset that El fought Rydee for nothing. He had a lot of questions to ask both of them. “El stop!”
Bucky’s strength successfully pulled El off but it wasn’t enough to contain her. “Bitch I’m not finished with you!!” Rydee yelled as a teacher held her back. Both girls had a scratch or two on their faces.
“I’m forever ready you stupid bitch. You knew you were fucking wrong to do MY best friend like that!!” She thrashed around in Bucky’s arm cause every piece of her wanted Rydee head tore off.
It be them damn light skins that wanna fuck over the good guys. Bucky held on to her waist, with all the moving Elara was still in his arms. He pulled her into the hallway, not even upset because he wanted to know what’s going on.
“Elara calm the hell down and tell me what happened? What is you talking about with Rydee?! I’ve asked that question about a thousand times and no fucking answer! Plus you’re fighting her over this means this some deep shit so what is it?”Bucky ‘s angry but determined expression stared into Elara’s chocolate eyes.
She closed her eyes taking in a deep breath, not knowing how he will take this. Now realizing that she cause this mess without even knowing how Bucky would react. Shit! All because she was jealous.
The guys walked out the cafeteria excluding Kaylee and Thor. Steve wanted to speak up but the argument looked heated.
“This morning I overheard some girls say that Rydee has been using for you money and good looks. I went a little deeper and found out she’s still with Martin.”
Bucky heart sank, he didn’t know if it was true or not. He didn’t want to believe it. “Th-That doesn’t makes sense El. Rydee didn’t-” Ry was Bucky’s first relationships since he had lost his arm in a car wreck. Yeah Elara was in the picture but only as friends.
What El told him stuck in his head, “You can’t believe stuff you hear Elara. Why are you trying to sabotage my relationship? You fought her for no reason!”
Elara looked at Bucky in disbelief “I had a reason! No don’t you fucking dare take up for that gold digging bitch!” The anger kicked back in. “Bucky ain’t no fucking information like that is just going to float around school as a rumor.”
“Everything’s a fucking rumor. A real best friend would’ve just told me personally instead of fighting my girlfriend. You don’t have to fight all the time Elara!” Bucky got closer and their eyes never broke contact. He was angry for not knowing if this information was true and he’s taking out on the wrong person. His heart was telling no but his head just wanted him to keep going.
“Buck!” Steve jumped end cause they’re friendship was on the edge. “Both of you just chill out on this right now.”
“You hear your fucking self right?! You know what everybody can’t handle a real bitch like me so I’ll do you a favor and leave. She did you dirty, I took your side and beat her ass cause I’m your best friend plus overprotective of you and you’re mad with me?” She shook her hands trying not to put her hands on him. Elara’s heart was just torn from what he was saying. “I’ll chill out when he take his head out of Rydee’s ass.”
“Fuck you Elara cause you don’t know how I really feel!” Bucky balled his fist, and that’s when everyone intervened. Tony held back Elara who fist were balled as well.
“Fuck you Bucky!” She tried to move but Tony got in the way. “Stark you can move cause he’s pushing it!”
“No you two need to cool it. You guys obviously need some time apart!” Feeling in defeat when Tony didn’t move, El flipped Bucky off. She nodded her head as her eyes filled with tears.
The principal opened the door pointing at El, “You come with me.” Elara followed her without protest to the office.
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Elara laid into bed, her feelings for Bucky were everywhere. She liked him but the way he acted today, obviously showed that he wasn’t into her.
Her love life was hard and not being with her parents made it harder. In her side nightstand, El reached down grabbing an old coach purse which held what she needed. 5 minutes later she was done rolling up.
Yeah…
Done rolling up…
When your love life and losing both parents is hard, something has to take the pain away.
*Incoming call from bestie4L*
The facetime call answered with Kaylee sitting on her back porch.
“You done rolling up?”
“Yes, just looking for my lighter.” Elara always losing her damn purple lighter. After finding it under her pillow, she made a walk to her back porch.
“You always looking for that damn lighter!”
“Hush cause you be losing yours too!” El laughed, then sat down in a chair.
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The world echoed around Elara as the grass became interesting. “Elara what happened between you and Bucky?” She heard Kaylee’s voice from beside her, honestly forgetting that she was on the phone for a second.
“He took her side with his confused ass and how I know that was true about Rydee cause when I was making her ass confessed, she cames towards me first that’s why I took the first lick.” She hit the blunt against the ash tray to knock some off.
“I was there on the second part slow ass , keep going on the first part when I was in the office.” Kaylee laughed at the slow moment Elara just had. “El you high as fuck. He took her side how?”
“Man he said he didn’t know if it was true or not so he don’t know whose side to take and plus it was wrong to fight her. All that pure bullshit.”
“How the fuck he can’t believe you? You were here first so he should know you by now. You took his side and he still chose hers. Men.” Kaylee shook her head then inhaled the smoke through her nose. “I had to hit the blunt for the stupid shit, you just said.”
Elara laughed putting out the blunt. Kaylee always know how to put a smile on her face and Elara’s forever grateful for that. “Girl ima be there in 2 minutes so we can smoke these together bye!”
“Bye bitch!”
After smoking, Elara regretted nothing from today but he was still on her mind. The way his eyes stared into hers…
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Yupppp my ass wrote this while high and sober. my first post since a month or two ago. I’m out for the summer so I should be more active.
stay slutty my friends 💗
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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months
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Lips like sugar
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Pairing | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader
Word count | 2.9K
Summary | Tony has offered to pay your way through medical school if you are his date to the endless events, charity galas, and dinners he's invited to. Tonight is no different, but when everyone at the table finds out you're smarter than you may appear at first sight, Tony can't help but smile at everyone with a smug look, and he'll definitely make your evening worthwhile when you come back.
Warning(s) | Sugar relationship, use of pet names (Sugar, sweet girl), swearing, unspecified age gap | Angst: Mention of the passing of a parent, mention of anxiety | Smut: Daddy kink, oral ~ M receiving, throat fucking, cum swallowing, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).
A/n | This is my first fic after being absent for a while, so I hope you will all enjoy it! It's a fun one to help me get back into the swing of things, so I hope there'll be more fics from my side from now on! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me with this where you could, and enjoying it while I was writing, it made me very happy to see your reactions! 🩵
A/n 2.0 | I want to give a special thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for the ideas you gave me, as well as proofreading and drooling along with me; I cannot thank you enough for your love and support! 🩵
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You're currently getting ready for the dinner Tony is taking you to as his date, and you're pulling out all the stops to ensure you will look drop-dead gorgeous tonight.
From your black pantsuit with a white lace top to the white stiletto heels, which Tony gifted you not too long ago, to your hair and make-up, you ensure every pair of eyes will be on you. Either out of jealousy or adoration, it doesn't matter; all you want is to be shown off by Tony.
''Are you ready to-'' is all he can say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready. He offered to have you get ready at his house, and you would never say no to that.
''Fuck me sideways,'' he mumbles as he takes in your form from head to toe, and you smile widely at him. You bought the outfit not long ago, and this dinner will be the perfect moment to show it off.
''I'd love to, but you never let me,'' you quip at him, and he shakes his head with a big smile.
''Don't get yourself into any trouble, Sugar, or we might not even make it to dinner with you looking like this,'' he says as he straightens the jacket draped over your shoulders.
Even with the heels, you're still not as tall as him, but you're almost at eye level, which is a welcome change for once. At least you won't have a painful neck at night's end.
''Before I forget, I have one more thing to make your outfit complete, as a thank you for joining me. I know it's not much, but nothing will come close to your beauty tonight,'' he says, which makes you blush.
He enters the closet to grab a white Gucci bag and walks over to where you're sitting on the bed, hands on your lap in anticipation. As you look at him, you're fiddling with one of the rings on your left hand, and you have a slight suspicion about what might be in there.
''Here's just a small token of my appreciation, Sugar,'' he says as he hands you the bag, which you carefully take from his hands. Not too long ago, you told him you wanted to get a particular purse from them, but you didn't expect him to gift it like that.
This may be the very nature of your relationship; you receive gifts to join him as his date, but this would just be too much. He already gifted you the Louboutins you're wearing not too long ago and paid your entire tuition for this year.
But then again, you have never been one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, so you put the bag onto the bed next to you before getting the box containing the gift out of it.
''Go on, open it!'' he urges you on as he slides his hands into his pockets, looking at you in anticipation as he leans against the doorframe.
''I- I'm not sure I can accept this, Tony; you've already given me so much, and I am extremely grateful, but after everything you've already done, there's no need to buy more expensive gifts,'' you say, your voice tapering off towards the end of the sentence.
''Alright, listen to me, Sugar,'' he says as he walks over to you and crouches in front of you so you have to look at him.
''I am gifting you this because I want you to have something special, something you have been dreaming of for a long time. I know I don't have to gift you expensive things, but I do it because I want to spoil my sweet girl, alright?'' he tells you, his large hands resting on your knees.
''Okay,'' you say softly, and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead as he stands up. You close your eyes as he turns around, and a warm feeling settles in your stomach. You can never get enough of him, in whichever way that may be.
You open the box, and inside lay an off-white dustbag with the Gucci logo. You carefully slip it off the bag he bought you. Inside is the Dionysus Python shoulder bag, or the bag you've dreamt of for the longest time.
''Please tell me this isn't some joke?'' you ask Tony, your voice breaking near the end of the sentence. You have dreamt of this bag with your Mom before she passed away, and it feels unreal to have it in your hands. However, you can't show it off to her anymore.
''It's not a joke, Sugar, it is all yours. I know you have dreamt of this bag for the longest time with her, and even though she might not be around to see it, I know she would want you to have it,'' he tells you.
He took his place on your left, and you looked at him with tears in your eyes.
''One day I'll own that bag, Mom, and we will both use the crap out of it, so it'll be worth the price!'' you told her a few years ago, and you both laughed about it then. But now, you'd give anything to hear her laugh one more time.
Your eyes fluttered close as a single tear escaped the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you felt Tony's thumb wiping it with the softest of touches, something you've rarely felt before.
It's not something Tony's ever felt before, either. He has felt your soft, warm skin against his many times by now, but this seems more intimate than all those moments combined. What he feels could even be considered to be love, though he's not sure he's ready to give in to that feeling yet.
You open your eyes to look at Tony, and he gives you a reassuring smile before his hand finds its place on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You place your hand over the arc reactor in the middle of his chest, your long, black nails matching his suit perfectly.
He places a soft, tender kiss on your lips, pouring every ounce of love into it. Your eyes are shut again, and feeling his plump, pink lips on yours has your mind reeling. You already know you can't get through this evening without telling him how you feel.
The kiss isn't rushed or heated, but it's perfect.
When he pulls away, your eyes shoot open to look into his deep, dark brown ones, and a small smile appears on your lips. It is official: you have fallen head over heels in love with this man in front of you.
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Your plan to impress everyone at the dinner has worked because every man can't stop looking out of pure lust, and every woman is watching you with nothing but envy. And Tony? He is, of course, proud as a peacock to have you by his side.
''Here you go, Sugar,'' Tony says as he pulls back your chair, and you take your place as he scoots it in for you. After he's taken his place next to yours, you look over the menu before you, noting everything that'll be served tonight.
''So, you and Stark, huh?'' an older woman across from you asks. You have never seen her before, but based on how she phrased the question, you know you won't like what she has to say.
''Yes, I'm here with Tony tonight,'' you tell her, and you give her a polite smile before turning your head back to him to see what he's talking about.
''Aren't you a little too... young... to be here with him?'' she then asks, and with a small sigh, you turn your head back to her, and you try to tell her in the nicest way possible that she can fuck off to where she came from.
''Ma'am, Tony has asked me to join him this evening because we support each other unconditionally. Tonight is an important evening for him, and I plan to support him in every way possible, and all I can hope is that you and everyone else at this table do the same,'' you tell her.
You didn't notice Tony turning his head because he heard his name twice in less than a minute, but as soon as he listened to what was going on, he couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing.
''Let it go, Sugar, she's just jealous,'' he whispers in your ear, and you nod in response. The next thirty minutes go on without a hitch, though you constantly feel her watching your every move.
''Ma'am, is there something I have done to offend you in any way? Because I am just trying to enjoy a nice dinner and some conversation, but your gaze makes me very uncomfortable,'' you say, most definitely getting annoyed now.
''Okay, let's step outside for a minute, Sugar,'' Tony tells you in a stern yet calm tone, and you do as he says, the woman still following your every move as Tony puts his hand on your lower back.
''I can't fucking believe people sometimes,'' you say as you light the cigarette, you fished out of your purse. You don't smoke often, but when your anxiety gets especially bad, it is a way for you to calm yourself down.
''It's okay, Sugar, she's just jealous of you. She's jealous that I have my sweet girl by my side on a night like this, and honestly, I can't blame her,'' he tells you, but you shake your head in response.
''It's not that, Tony, she's not jealous; she's judging me. She's judging me because of the way I look and the fact that I am here by your side while everyone knows you're single, and fucking everything that moves doesn't help. She is not stupid, but I'm sure she thinks I am,'' you say with defeat.
''I don't fuck-'' he mumbles, but you hold up a finger because you're not done talking yet.
''What do you think, shall I put her in her place when I return? Make it clear once and for all that I'm here because I want to be and not because you paid me to be?'' you say, a twinkle in your eyes.
''Sugar-'' is all he can say because you finish the last cigarette before putting it in the designated ashtray outside, and you walk back in, ready to set the record straight once and for all.
''Listen to me. Tony may have given me a gift for coming here with him tonight, but I would have been here with him without it, too. I know you think I'm some ''gold digger'' or something like that, but I'm not,'' you say as you lean closer to the woman, ensuring she hears every last word.
''Yes, I am fucking him because he will pay my tuition for med school if I do, but I'll be damned if I get judged around here for doing that. At least I am learning to become a surgeon and do something useful with my life. And if I choose to fuck the man I am in love with, in return for a degree, that is my business, and most definitely not yours!'' you tell her, leaving everyone at the dinner table stunned.
You turn around on your heel before walking out of the venue, ready to leave and go home. You're sick of people judging your every move, and it feels good that you took the chance to set the record straight once and for all.
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''Fuck, you looked so hot when you defended yourself, Sugar. Can't believe I'm about to rail a badass like yourself in a few minutes,'' Tony says as he frantically tears off his clothes, and you're doing the same with your own.
''It felt so good! I can't believe I've never done it before, but I am glad I did it now,'' you tell him, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.
''Get on the bed, and I'll make you feel something you've never felt before,'' you tell him, and he quickly obeys you. If there's ever a moment he doesn't want to get in your way, it's now, and he would be stupid to go against your orders.
As soon as he found his place on the bed, you spread his thighs so you could fit between them, his long, veiny cock laying rock hard and throbbing against his stomach.
''Look at you, Daddy, already so hard for me,'' you say as you wrap your hand loosely around his base, and your tongue gives tiny kitten licks onto his tip.
He throbs in anticipation as he hears you call him Daddy because he definitely enjoys it. You don't wait long before you take him into your mouth, though, making him groan deeply from pure pleasure.
''Doin' so well for me, Sugar,'' he tells you as his hands thread into your hair, pulling slightly as he starts thrusting into your mouth and throat, hitting your gag reflex each time.
The fact that you're gagging and drooling all over his cock and balls only turns him on more, so he plants his feet firmly onto the mattress before fucking your throat in earnest, and it doesn't take long for him to cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow every last drop.
''Fuck, look at you, Sugar, such a good girl for Daddy,'' he says as he pulls you up carefully, kissing you roughly once you're straddling his lap. He can still taste himself on your tongue, making him go crazy.
You two stay like that for a little while, having a rough make-out session that slowly turns into slower, softer kisses where you each take your time exploring each other's mouths and enjoy each other's touches all over your bodies.
Tonight is the first time it has felt this intimate, despite you two having fucked each other's brains out countless times. But then again, there is a big difference between that and making love.
Tonight will be the first time you will make love to one another; you don't know it yet.
Tony has moved to sit up against the headboard, and his now hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind on his thigh, your orgasm creeping closer by the second.
His hands are splayed on your ass, helping you move over his thigh, your head laying on his shoulder as soft whimpers and moans leave your throat.
''I-I'm close, Daddy!'' you bring out as he flexes his thigh, giving you exactly what you need to get closer to the edge. It's still not enough to push you over, though, and you're getting desperate at this point.
''Daddy, please! Want your fingers...'' you say as you lift your head, brows knitted together as you keep grinding on him, getting more and more desperate for your release.
''Alright, Sugar, because you're asking so nicely,'' he says as his fingers trail over your inner thigh to where you need him most. His thumb comes into contact with your clit, and he makes small, tight circles, which hurdles you over that sweet edge with a loud moan of his name.
''Can't wait to fill you up, Sugar,'' he says as you reposition yourself over him, his tip getting caught on your entrance as he swipes through your folds, ready to feel you stretch around him.
''Daddy!'' you moan as you first sink onto him, the stretch being something you'll never want to get used to. It feels so good, and it has you throwing your head back from pure pleasure.
Once he's buried to the hilt, you stay there for a few minutes as you adjust, and it's at that moment that Tony can't keep his thoughts to himself anymore.
''Sugar, can you look at me for a second?'' he says, his hands finding their place on your face as yours rest on his chest, each on one side of his arc reactor.
''I've been thinking about this for a while, and I want you to know that I have fallen for you, Sugar. I have fallen deeply in love with you, and there's no chance I'm ever letting you go after this,'' he tells you as he looks into your eyes.
''I will most definitely still spoil you the way I did before, but I don't want you to be my sugar baby anymore. Because that doesn't even come close to describing what you are. You're amazing, smart, sweet, caring, and most of all, you're a good girl, my girl,'' he says, and the way he tells you that has your heart bursting from pure love.
''I- I'm in love with you too, Tony,'' you say before leaning forward, and you give him a soft kiss on his nose. ''I love your slightly crooked nose, deep brown eyes, every inch of your body, heart, and soul... I'm trying to say that I love you, Tony.''
He captures your lips in a passionate, slow kiss that you can't help but smile into. Your dream of finally becoming his has come true, and you couldn't be happier.
''Does that- Are you my... my boyfriend?'' you ask, still unsure.
''Only if you want me to be, Sugar, but only until I ask you to marry me, and after, I promise to be the best husband I can ever be for the rest of our lives,'' he tells you, and he seals the promise with a kiss.
The rest of the night, you two make love to each other while never losing eye contact or letting go of each other's hands.
Tony may not be used to loving someone as deeply as he loves you, but you will be there every step of the way to show him how loved he is and how much you love him.
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havensins · 2 years
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@ masterlist.
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━━ fics & whathaveyou.
tony stark.
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tony stark x jealous!m!reader
steve rogers.
steve rogers pwp
steve’s first time being submissive
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thor odinson
sub!thor x m!reader
thor x dom!m!reader (personal favorite)
peter parker
peter parker x symbiote!m!reader
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tony stark.
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bucky + comfort sex
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overstimulating bucky after a nightmare
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thor odinson.
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loki cumming from having his hair pulled
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sam wilson.
rimming sam wilson
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peter parker.
pushing peter to his limits with overstim
choking peter parker
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eating out ftm!peter
peter wanting you to take aggression out on him
exhibitionism? with peter
ftm!peter with a size kink
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jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear
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making wanda touch herself as punishment
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bucky & miguel for your birthday
tony, bucky, and steve in subspace + aftercare
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axailslink · 1 year
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I'm fucking Ironheart
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Riri Williams/ Ironheart x poc FEM reader
Summary: your girlfriend tolerates your absolute obsession with what she calls a glossified power ranger until you walk in on said glossified power ranger mid dressed.
You're scrolling through your blog when Riri walks in and grabs you by the legs pulling you to her. You're quick to get up and plant a soft kiss on her lips "where the hell were you?" She smiles "I had a exam to take what are you doing here?" You shrug "I missed you and your dorm is better than mine. Riri glances at her laptop which is covered in photos of Ironheart and she laughs and shakes her head. "I should have known you were using my laptop again?" You laugh as she picks it up and scrolls through the pictures herself "yeah what do you think about these? I took them when I caught sight of her around Christmas" Riri nods and kisses down your neck "I think you're my favorite little journalist" you can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you lock the door and let your hand slide to her waist. "Oh shit wait wait I told them I'd post tonight" Riri sighs "so you just gone kiss me and-" you nod as you pick her laptop up and scroll through the photos posting the best one. Riri admires how you obsess over Ironheart most people wouldn't be as welcoming to it but Riri doesn't mind it unless she needs to do work.
When you update your blog you close her laptop and turn your attention back to her "sorry now where were we?" Riri smiles as you push the laptop out of the way and she straddles your lap both knees resting by your sides. "I think we were a little somewhere like right here" she pulls off her shirt and you can't help but smile Riri is always forward with what she wants but it still leaves you flustered sometimes. "I feel like we skipped a few chapters but sure this is totally where we were" you laugh and Riri nods "exactly where we were."
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You rarely go into Riri's dorm without her knowledge but tonight you just can't help yourself you possess some amazing footage from a fight with Ironheart and you just can't help yourself.
So what are you doing in front of Riri's dorm past curfew? Obviously sneaking in like most people she locks her door but you know how to get in without a key. You carefully use your identification card and open the door locking it back behind you you're sneaking in and pause when you see a five foot nine suit of armor in front of you. "Riri?" You whisper looking at her empty bed "babe" you grab a bat she keeps nestled in the corner and raise it but when Ironheart turns around you're shocked to see Riri in said body of armor. "Hold on I'm not high enough for this tonight. I'm seriously not" you flip the light on and let your eyes glance over her figure "okay that's doing a bit much you can see me."
You blink for a moment and then look at the window. "You be flying in through the window? You're the smartest yet dumbest person I know. I should be shocked but honestly I'm pissed you're tony Stark's fucking successor and you didn't tell me? Actually I would have hated it if you told me. Oh my God you know about my blog and what I say about you on a daily basis not just that but you're like 5'9 in this armor and it's kind of hot. I'm really having a moment because my girlfriend has been keeping secrets from me. I thought you were just slowly distancing yourself and preparing to break up with me but you're not you're just too busy being a fucking superhero or are you a vigilante? I don't know but it's a lot" Riri grabs your shoulders carefully "stop before you send yourself into a panic attack." You shake your head and take deep breaths you hear clanking as you turn towards the wall and grab it for support. Riri stands in front of you out of her suit she grabs you by your face centering your attention on her "hey hey breathe with me in and out slow those breaths down and breathe with me" you do as instructed as she follows with.
When you've finally calmed down your laying on Riri's bed glancing at her suit then her "I'm fucking Ironheart. I'm trying to be more sensible and mature about the situation but truth be told I can't that's all I can think about. I'm fucking Ironheart how do you go about telling one why your girlfriend can't make it to the family dinner? "oh well I'm sorry mom she's a superhero" I need to lay down I must have smoked too many blunts or something because this feels like a fever dream." Riri watches with clear caution carefully caressing your leg. "I like the old suit better" you mumble and she's quick to look at you "what?" You shrug "I mean that one's alright but Riri Williams isn't some dolled up power ranger you're real and raw." Riri smiles seeing as you're finally level headed. "You do know if we break up I have to kill you?" You look her up and down and scoff "you think you're getting rid of me? That's good that's funny as hell actually applaud I applaud you." You claim sarcastically laughing because why would she even say such a thing? Leave? Ever? You've cooked for her family on Thanksgiving you're locked in for life whether she likes it or not because her mom loves you.
A/n: very unedited I didn't even look it over I'm just trying to post something for y'all before I sleep I have to wake up early again.
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theconstantsidekick · 2 years
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Captain America: Civil War ft Static (4) | s.r
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)
Genre: Angsty, Political
Summary: After watching Steve become an international fugitive to save his best friend (again), Tony wants to just talk to him and his sister to get them to sign the Accords and keep the Avengers together. But it seems like everyone has different plans.
(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)
Warnings: Swearing.
a/n: ok so, y/n isn't explicitly stated to be any race but seeing as I am POC, I wrote her with the same ideas in mind. I think it's especially important during this story to have someone from a different background to put forward their opinion. And I will not apologize for presenting that perspective in the media that I CHOOSE to write.
Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (3) | Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (5) | Series Masterlist | Age of Ultron (Static Origin Story) | The Avengers (ft. Static) | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (ft. Static) | Static Verse Masterlist
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“Hey, you wanna see something cool?” Tony asks as he enters the tense room. It’s filled with a ringing silence. “I pulled something from Dad's archives. Felt timely.” With his free hand, he shows Steve two pens in a black presentation box with his blazer hanging off the other. Discarding the blazer off in the corner, he continues, “FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941.” He puts it on the table in front of him, where Steve is now seated. “Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most.” 
“Some would say it brought our country closer to war,” Steve replies coyly.
And man, if that doesn’t annoy Tony.
“See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here,” he throws back. But then he sees the smile on Steve’s face and he relents. “I'm trying to . . . what do you call it?” He takes a seat opposite him. “That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?”
“Is Pepper here?” He asks casually, looking around. “I didn't see her.
Oh boy, Tony thinks.
“We're kinda . . . well, not kinda . . .” He tries.”
“Pregnant?” Steve prompts.
“No. Definitely not.” He scoffs self-deprecatingly. “We're taking a break,” he admits. “It's nobody's fault.” His fault.
“I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know,” Steve says with genuine care reflected in his eyes. And you know that’s the bummer of it all. He knows that Steve means it. He knows that at the end of the day, no matter how much Steve buts heads with him, and pushes him on things he doesn’t want to be pushed, he does it because he is the most genuine person to ever fucking be genuine. The biggest challenge of wanting, almost needing to hate the Captain America he grew up hearing unending praise of is that all the praise was well founded. Cap, Steve is the kind of man, even Tony would want to rattle off to his kid about. Because that is the envious charm of Steve Rogers. He’s unbelievably admirable, even in the worst of times, such as these.
“A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits,” he tells Steve. “Then, we had to mop up HYDRA . . . and then Ultron. My fault.” It was. “And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Because the truth is I don't wanna stop.” But the thing is, “I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference.“ He stands up and paces a little. “In her defence, I'm a handful. Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work,” He ponders aloud.
Looking at his reflection in the glass wall in front of him, he fixes his tie.
“You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single,” Steve remarks.
“Oh, really? You two knew each other?” He picks his blazer off the table he’s dumped it on. “He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times.” He begins putting his blazer on. “God, I hated you,” He admits, because fuck yeah he hated him. Steve was this unseen, un-present figure in his life that he was supposed to live up to. And try as he might, he never could.
“I don't mean to make things difficult,” Steve appeals.
“I know, because you're a very polite person.” Tony walks past his chair to stand in the other corner.
“If I see a situation pointed south . . . I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could.”
Bullshit. 
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“No, you don't.”
Steve smiles thinly. “No, I don't. Sometimes—”
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Tony cuts him off. “Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych centre instead of a Wakandan prison.”
He can see the wheels in Steve’s beautiful blond head turning. He can see the man in front of him considering his offer.
Steve frowns thoughtfully and picks up one of the fountain pens from the presentation box. He stands up and paces, then turns to Tony. Behind him, in the control room beyond there are multiple screens on the walls, looking over every inch of the facility. Steve’s always looked big and strong, even in situations like this. Where he’s backed into a corner, not a lot of leg room, barely anywhere to run. 
But it’s the kind of place Steve thrives, Tony presumes. ‘I could do this all day’ bullshit coming into play or whatever.
“I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards,” Steve supplies.
And Tony finally has an inch.
“Sure,” He agrees instantly. “Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended.” He takes the seat previously occupied by Steve. “I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated—”
“Wanda? What about Wanda?”
“She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company,” Tony answers.
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“Oh God, Tony!” Of course. Stevie go boom boom. “Every time. Every time I think you see things the right way—”
“What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people,” Tony argues.
“Protection?” Steve challenges. “Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony,” His voice rising at the end.
“She's not a US citizen,” Tony argues, his voice rising in retaliation.
“Oh, come on, Tony!”
“And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction!”
“She's a kid!”
“GIVE ME A BREAK!” Tony pleads. “I'm doing what has to be done . . . to stave off something worse.”
But before Steve can say anything—
“No, you’re not.”
He looks at his sister. “It speaks… Apparently only to disagree with me… but it speaks.”
“I’m not disagreeing with you for fun, Tony. You’re blind if you can’t see that.” She bites back from where she’s standing at the other head of the table, opposite him.
“I am doing this for us,” Tony pleads. And why can’t she see that? The rest of them are fine. He expected pushback from Steve but why her? She’s supposed to have his back, always. So why can’t she see that is necessary?
“You’re not. You’re doing this for you.”
“Doesn’t negate the fact that it needs to be done,” Tony counters.
“Sounds pretty arrogant, don’t you think?”
He is well aware of the fact that he’s being arrogant, by why shouldn’t he be? This is inevitable. They are drowning, and he’s trying to get everyone to get on the lifeboat but she seems instant on going down with the Titanic.
“Doesn’t negate the fact that I’m right,” he states.
“For fuck’s sake, Tony! This shit is bigger than your ego.” She slams her hand against the table. And I’m the dramatic one?
“This shit is also bigger than your little crush on baby blue eyes over there,” He says, pointing accusingly at Steve. Is it a cheap shot? Yes. He knows that it is. But a part of him can’t help but feel that it might be true. He knows, he knows that no one can ever make Y/n do anything that she doesn’t want to but part of him—not as tiny as he would like—thinks that this never would’ve happened if Steve wasn’t around. If he wasn’t here, opposing him, she wouldn’t have either. Because when has she ever done that before? She has his back, always. He has hers. It’s always been that way. There is only one thing that has changed in their equation—the Star Spangled Man has started doing the devil’s tango with her.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asks, her eyebrows raised. It almost feels like she’s giving him a chance to reconsider, retrace his steps, make something up and try to act like he didn’t insinuate what he just did.
But ever the stubborn asshole, he says, “It means that half the reason you don’t want to sign the accords is that he doesn’t want to sign it.”
“Get over yourself, Tony. I don’t agree with a single thing he’s said,'' she states, contempt clear in her voice. “I’m not on his side. I’m not on his side.” Y/n’s eyes are locked dead into his as she continues, “But I sure as fuck won’t side with you.”
“You—you don’t agree with me?” Steve asks from where he stands diagonal to her, looking more lost than anyone with his intellect, who also happens to be cohabitating with the woman in question, should look.
“No,” she dismisses him without a second thought. Speaking to Tony again, she says, “You cannot actually expect me to—”
Steve chimes in once again, “Then why tell me to go find Bucky?” He runs an exhausted hand over his face.
“You told him to what now?” Tony asks, hands flying up.
“I never told you to find him. You were going to do it anyway, and there was no way of stopping you. I just told you to do it smartly—quietly. But that’s beside the point. I might not think that Sergeant Barnes blew up the UN but I never said I thought your benevolent stand on the Accords was logical,” she dismisses him again. Addressing Tony again, “And don’t you dare act surprised, like you didn’t think I’d—”
“I get to act however the fuck I want—”
Steve cuts off Tony’s protest, and in conjunction does the same to Y/n who was reeling up to meet him punch for punch. “You of all people—you don’t agree with me?”
Tony can hear the challenge in his voice. He knows well enough to know that this challenge just means he’s provoking her to get her attention. 
Poor bastard, Tony thinks.
“Of course not, jackass! ‘The safest hands are still our own’?” He wanted her attention, he’s got all of it now. As she turns to face him now, Tony can see the steam flowing out of her ears. “Are you fucking losing it in your old age? The safest hands—?” She lets out the most condescending chuckle Tony’s ever heard. “You have any idea the kind of power we hold? Do you even have a small notion of the sheer magnitude of our power? And I don’t even mean your fucking heavy hitters like Vision, or Thor, or Wanda or—or me! No,” she shakes her head. “I mean fucking Hawkeye!” She exclaims. “Barton is capable of single-handedly taking down militias, mafias, criminal organizations overnight. And you know what that means? That means he can do the same goddamn thing to governments!” Her voice is raging. Tony remembers seeing a version of her like this a long time ago. It was in a courtroom when she was still a prosecutor. “That man, with a fucking bow and arrow can overthrow an entire government, especially in nations which don’t have stability. Nations where the government is a delicate balance managed by constant and relentless negotiations. He can bring down those establishments without breaking a fucking sweat!” Her arms are going wild.
“But he never would—” Steve tries.
She just laughs in his face. “He wouldn’t, is that it? You think he wouldn’t?”
Steve holds his ground. “No,” he states. “I know he wouldn’t.”
She looks at Tony and then back at Steve, a brutal smirk on her face, one which Tony knows leads to nothing but trouble. “You know how I know Barton’s capable of that shit, Steve? You know how I know? I know cause I fucking came up with it!” Oh fuck. “The plan that S.H.I.E.L.D. taught them was devised by me,” Tony remembers being terrified of the prosecutor-version of her sister. “And lemme tell you something else, Stevie boy.” The condescending tone is painful to witness. “There will come a day where Barton might just fucking use it and it will take a lot less than you think. You know how I know that?” Steve doesn’t answer so she does. “I know that because if you hurt Tony, and I don’t mean kill him, I mean just hurt him. Cause him pain, make him bleed, you hurt him, I would drop a building on you in a heartbeat and I will not have a single ounce of remorse for it.”
The pause that follows her statement is chilling. 
No, seriously, Tony’s got fucking goosebumps. He’s not fucking around, and she sure as shit isn’t either.
But then, Steve, ever the fearless leader, counters. “Would you rather we give this kind of power away to someone else?”
Wrong question, Cap.
“This is not a discussion on nuclear deterrence, Steve. This is me calling for nuclear disarmament! I’m not saying Barton shouldn’t have that kind of power, I’m saying no one should!” 
“But someone does,” Steve reasons.
“Yes, and you really think that doesn’t require oversight? You think when I call us nuclear it’s figurative? Cause it’s not Steve, we aren’t figuratively nuclear, we are literally nuclear,” she states with finality. “I don’t agree with a single line of the Accords because it’s a stupid fucking document that has nothing to do with public safety and everything to do with the privatization of superheroes, but do not confuse that with me being naive enough to think that we—that any of us are anything less than a constant threat to mankind—one bad day away from wreaking unforeseen devastation.”
“Then why not sign the Accords?” Tony finally decides to speak up. What? He went as long as he could without stealing the spotlight. He’s never been a fan of being a side character. “If you think we are capable of such—” he begins pacing, “destruction… why don’t you sign the damn thing?”
But what happens next kinda throws him off his game. Like way off. Because she relaxes. She is not a fiery red like she was when she was ripping Steve a new one, no. She’s calm and collected, like the Y/n he knows. And that kinda scares the shit out of Tony.
“Why are you trying to convince him to sign?” She asks, her head motioning towards Steve.
Tony folds his arms. “If he signs, we stay together. The Avengers stick together, instead of hunting each other down. We—we manage to do some good.”
She huffs. “What will that change?” She asks, sounding almost… annoyed. “What will change if you—a privileged white man gets him—Hitler’s wet fucking dream to sign the accords? What will that change? You think that will legitimize this somehow? That if Captain America signs the damn Accords it won’t be as heinous a document as it is right now?” 
Tony wants to answer, but he isn’t given the chance.
“I am not like you, Tony. Not like him. What happens to people like us? The people who aren’t red-blooded American men?” With continued exasperation, she pulls a chair and sits on it. Like she’s taking a break, after a long day’s work. “Let’s put it this way,” she puts her feet on the table, one over the other. “Imagine if tomorrow, some sweet little second-generation immigrant Pakistani girl from I don’t know—Jersey City, let’s say—decides to become a superhero? You know, to defend her people, her small neighbourhood, her community. You make her sign the accords, and sign she does. But then there is a conflict in POK (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir)? There’s hundreds of people, begging for help, her people. But the UN—” she tsks. “—the UN decides what it always does, that they do not need to interfere. They decide that it isn’t a quarrel worth their democratic or military resources, let alone their Superheroic ones.” A beat. “What does she do then? Huh? Does she just sit there and take it? Does she just ignore the people asking for her help?” She clicks her fingers. “Better yet, what if there are hate crimes being committed in her neighbourhood, against her family, her aunty, her abbu or her bhai? What happens when the UN says that all that is too small-scale for her, beneath her? What does she do then?” With her elbow resting on the table, she begins creating small sparks around her fingers, rubbing them together, illuminating a soft pink glow.
“She can’t defy the accords, because unlike you, she doesn’t have the money or resources to get herself out of it. Neither does she have the undying allegiance of “the American people” that people seem to have for Cap over there, because she doesn’t look like him. She looks… different. So tell me, what does this little kid do?”
If he’s being honest, he doesn’t have a comeback to that. So Tony just stands there.
The sparks are gone and she stands too, faces him with her hands in her pockets, “I know I have a lot of privilege and power, and most of it is thanks to Peggy and Howard, and thankful I am. But there is absolutely no point in having this power if I don’t use it to do something worthwhile. To speak for little hypothetical kids like her. I may not be interested in being a hero but I’m not going to strip the chance away from others.” 
“But like you said, this is hypothetical,” Tony tries. “The chances of this actually going down, what are they?” He takes a step towards her. “We can’t fight battles based on hypotheticals. And if you want to then, sure. Fine. What if Barton goes rogue tomorrow? You just said he could take down entire governments. So what then?”
Swinging her head from one side to the other, in mild agreement, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe there isn’t a point. But if Barton ever does go Darkside, we’ll be there to stop it regardless of the Accords. However, with the Accords, the chances that we get to bring him back to the light become lower.” 
“If that is what you believe, how can you say you don’t agree with me?” Steve finally speaks up.
She lets out a frustrated grunt. “God. I don’t know how this isn’t getting through either of your thick heads!” She looks from one man to the other and then grunts again, “I am saying that these Accords suck. This one particular document is bad. It makes the individual reveal their identity to the public, which will cause a lot more harm than good for the ones who hide their identity to save the people closest to them. It grants the UN control over the missions we get to go on, taking away our autonomy. It’s an overall shit deal!”
Oh for fuck’s sake.
“We all have to make sacrifices, Y/n!” Tony shouts out. “But if it helps people, I for one, happen to think it’s worth it.”
“It’s not about sacrifices—”
He cuts her off, “Isn’t it? Because you say you want oversight but you oppose every restriction put on you. But I’m sorry to break it to you, Stark; this is what oversight looks like!”
“No it isn’t! This—this is just a leash around our neck, albeit a bedazzled one,” she exclaims and turns away in a frustrated huff, hands running through her hair.
Tony gets that at least. He’s frustrated too. Why can’t you see it?
But then she lets out a small laugh, but it sounds all wrong. It sounds exhausted and scornful. “You remember what you used to say about peace?” She turns to look at him now, a similar exhausted, scornful smile on her lips. “Howard did too. Do you remember it?”
Yes, he does.
Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.
But he stays quiet.
“Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy,” she puts her hands back in her pockets, regaining composure. Then she clicks her tongue. “Well, we’re the biggest stick out there. Do you really think no one else will try to get a bigger one for themselves?”
“Then why not let the sticks decide?” Steve asks, head hung low, hands on his hips.
And suddenly she’s irritated again. 
Tony has never seen Y/n be so… agitated before. It’s confusing him.
“Because the sticks are idiots. Sometimes they go all mad scientists and give birth to the next fucking Terminator,” she bites back. Say what you will, Ultron was way better than T1000. For one, he wasn’t fucking stupid. “Or they lose control over their hidden powers and open portals to other dimensions, ready to swallow the world whole.” Oooh. Yeah, that one was not fun. “And other times, they create absolute chaos on the streets of Bucharest to save their childhood best friend,” she says with a pointed look at her boyfriend.
Ouch, Tony thinks, that one’s gotta hurt.
“Even nuclear weapons are less threatening than us, cause at least they don’t have emotions,” she adds, her voice softer than before. She looks tired.
But then, Steve—ever the man to just… talk it out—says, “I don’t agree with Tony but, I don’t understand why you’re acting like we don’t know what we’re talking about? Like we’re kids, being stubborn?”
And that seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. “Because you do know what you’re talking about!” It’s almost as if she blows up. “Steve, this much unchecked power? You know exactly what it is capable of.” But then she turns to Tony, “And fuck! Centralizing this much power?” She shrugs at her own rhetorical question. “Usually ends in fascism.”
Both of them begin to argue. Or try at least. She cuts them off before they can.
Throwing up her hands she says, “Look I don’t care. Believe what you wanna believe, fight for what you wanna fight. All I need is for both of you to be honest enough to admit that you’re doing this for you.” She points to Steve, “You don’t want to give up your freedom.” Then she points to Tony, “You don’t want to live with your guilt.” Running a frustrated hand over her face, she adds, “And I just want all of this to be over.” With that, she walks out.
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xxplaugexx · 2 years
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"Hair"
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synopsis; ever since thor learned how to do your hair, he became obsessed with it. the realization struck him, he's actually obsessed with you.
pairings; thor odinson x poc! reader
warnings; fluff, swearing
word count; 1,387
a/n; i really like this fic, lol
Living in the compound was so boring. Being the youngest and most reckless of the Avengers, you were on watch 24/7.
It made no sense to you.
I mean yes you crashed half of Tony Stark's suits, hid Captain America’s shield, made Clint arrows that would come back to him like boomerangs and dyed Natasha’s hair blue, but other than that, you were very responsible.
There was The Incident, but you weren’t allowed to bring that up anymore. No one was. Talk of The Incident had been banned since The Incident happened.
All in all, it stopped you from having any fun.
But, when your favorite Asgardian came to visit every once in a while, things changed. 
They put him on ‘y/n duty’ whenever he was here.
They made a chore chart for it.
That being said, it was quite easy for you to get away with things. No one dared argue with The God of Thunder, so if something bad happened while he was under your watch, they simply had to…get over it. 
But how did you get to do whatever you wanted? It was easy really. Tell Thor what you want to do, that is clearly against the rules in the Big Book Of y/n Vol. 3. Have him tell you no. You say “Please.”
He, again, replies with “No.” Then you furrow your eyebrows in sadness, pout your lips, and give him puppy eyes. “Fine.” And he caves.
You were playing outside, a red dress with silver jewelry working with the cool tones of your brown skin, playing with the dog you may or may not have snuck into the compound.
It’s still here because you and Peter worked together to convince Tony. You named her Jackpot.
A few minutes later, the wind picked up behind you, you turned around to see the bright colors of the bifrost lighting up in a pillar behind you. Thor.
When the colors faded, and Thor emerged in the middle of the bifrost imprint on the ground, you immediately felt happier. He hadn’t been here in two months. “Odinson!”
You ran up to him, quite literally jumping into his arms and he kept you lifted off the ground as he reciprocated the hug, Mjölnir disregarded on the ground. “Hello y/n!”
“I missed you so much.” you smiled up at the man. “I missed you too.”
You began to walk back to the compound, when the tiny puppy came up to your feet. You gasped as you picked her up. “I almost forgot. We got a puppy! Her name’s Jackpot.”
“Oh! it’s so cute and tiny with its little ears and everything!”
You nodded as Thor gently took the puppy in his hands. 
Well hand. He held it in one hand.
Opening the door for you, Thor led you both into the compound. The first person you were met with was Nat. “Hello Natasha.” She simply nodded at Thor, eyeing the dog in his hand. 
Jackpot ate one of her suits. It wasn’t y/n’s influence either. 
You looked up to Thor. “So I had an idea.”
“That’s never good.” Tony said as he entered the room.
“Hush, Anthony. Do you want to help me braid my hair?”
Thor usually loved doing this, especially after his hair was cut on Sakaar and he couldn’t braid his own. But y/n never went to ask Thor first. He was skeptical. “Why me?”
“Natasha doesn’t have the kind of patience for what I want to do, Sam and Bucky aren’t here, and Jackie here,” you took Jackpot from him, holding up her paws, “doesn't have opposable thumbs.”
He considered his options. “Sure.”
You beamed up at him, and a smile began to tug at his lips. He loved seeing you happy. “Tony, I need your card.” You said and walked up to him. “No.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and walked away. “Come on, Thor.” Thor followed you as you began to leave the compound through the front. “Where are we going?”
“The hair store.”  You said as though it was obvious.  “You have money?”
You nodded and pulled a gold card from your pocket. The name on the card? Anthony Stark. Thor smiled and shook his head. “Sneaky girl.”
Once you reached the front door, you heard FRIDAY. “Miss l/n, a message from Mister Stark.”
“Y/N M/N L/N!! GET BACK HERE WITH MY CARD OR I WON'T LET YOU OUT THE COMPOUND FOR A WEEK!”
They simply ignored the message and left the compound. Thor was here, she couldn’t get in trouble anymore. At least until he left.
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It was 12 am. You and Thor are more halfway done with your hair. He was definitely moving at a quicker pace, sitting on the trunk on the foot of your bed, while you were sitting on the floor, your ninth Disney movie in front of you.
Ever since you taught him how to braid, he’s fallen in love with doing it, sometimes finishing your hair when you can’t yourself. He’s gotten better at it. Something made you think he’s been practicing.
When you finished the current braid, you dropped your arms. “I’m tired.”
“Five more, my dove.” You groaned loudly, leaning back in between his legs. “Let me just get my second wind.”
You definitely must’ve fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, you had only one braid left to do. “What time is it?”
“Fifteen to one.”
“Shit. Have you been doing these? You could’ve woken me up—”
“Shh, my love, it's fine. I’m almost done.” As you turned your head back to face the TV, you felt Thor’s gentle hands adding the hair to your natural one to finish the final knot less braid. Four minutes later and he was done. 
“Finally.” You practicality jumped from off the floor, running over to your dresser to grab your bonnet. “Wait, don't you need the hot water and the squishy curly tubes and the foamy stuff.?” 
You smiled as Thor mentioned all the things you were too sleepy to complete tonight. You put the bonnet on your head, and walked over to stand in between Thor's legs. 
You grabbed his face. “I'm going to bed.” 
He pouted, which was absolutely fucking adorable, and you smiled at him. “Thor, if we watch another movie, I’m going to fall asleep.” 
“Then fall asleep in my arms.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifted you up and carried you to the bed. “Better, isn’t it?”
You laughed as you both got comfortable in the bed. You reached for the remote on the bedside table and put on Emperors New Groove. It was one of you and his favorite movies.
“y/n?” 
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
You smiled at him. “I love you too.”
“No, I mean,” He grabbed your hand, pulled you towards him, making you face him. “I’m in love with you. I came back to tell you that. I found myself missing you more than I usually do whenever I’m away. And, in light of everything that’s happened I needed to tell you now before—if you don’t-”
He didn’t get to finish, you had already captured his lips in a passionate kiss. “I’m in love with you too.”
Then you both fell asleep in each other's arms.
That following morning, you woke up early. Earlier that someone should have after spending over five hours doing their hair. You decided to dip your hair, and put the flexi rods in now. You did this all in the kitchen. Then went back into your room.
You stepped into your closet and picked out an outfit. When you stepped out of your room, Thor was gone. You hopped in the shower, got dressed, took out the flexi rods, then made your way down to the kitchen for some food. 
There stood Thor, standing by the toaster. He looked over to you, a smile growing on his lips. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed you gently. This was definitely going to be a thing. “I love your hair.” You muttered a thank you, feeling quite shy, at the moment.
You both didn’t realize the other person in the room. Stark, holding Jackpot against his chest. “What the shit?!”
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LUNATIC Chapter 4 Sneak Peek
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"I've been summoned" you proclaim, as you walk into the enormous lab, the AI directed you to, occupied by earth's mightiest scientists. 
Bruce looks up from his table, a surprised expression on his face at seeing you stand before them.
"Honestly I wasn't sure you would show." Tony states as he continues tinkering. "After seeing your little weapons lab in your warehouse -"
"Lair." You correct him. "Tartarus is far more than a warehouse."
"Right." He nods his head, finally turning to face you. "I figured you might want to play with my toys. Get a fresh set of eyes on some ideas I've been working on. Maybe create something I, in my vast knowledge, wouldn't have thought of."
"Are your toys the only thing I get to play with? You pulled me from rehearsing a new rather intense set with Walt & August that involved some cleverly placed mirrors." Your eyes wander his secretly built frame before moving over to a still confused looking Banner, sending a wink in his direction when your eyes meet.
"I fully consent to any form of playtime your offering. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit jealous the others have had you before me. I am the playboy after all."
"And I'm the vigilante sex worker with a lust for blood and debauchery." You husk out. "I get it. I also understand that as much as you like to play up the Dom vibes you're really more of a Switch."
"You can sense that huh?" He teases.
"Part of my day job is to read people and give them what they need."
"And what do I need?"
"Someone to match your energy." You walk up to his bench, looking for something to tinker with as you continue. "To be willing to drop to their knees when you want to exert your power. But also able to grab a fist full of your hair and take what they want from you." 
"And what energy am I giving off now?"
You step between him and the bench, chests pressed against each other. You run a hand up his chest, tapping his arc reactor once before continuing your trek up his neck and around to the back of his head. Your fingers dance along his nape, tickling the shorn locks before grabbing a fistful and wrenching his head back and pushing him down onto his knees. 
"You want me to use you for my pleasure. You need to know that you can make me feel as good as the others have. You're dying to know if my pussy tastes as delicious and feels as tight as they say it does. But you don't want to take it from me. You want me to make you work for it. Earn my orgasms." You tug on his hair and he lets out a whimper. "That sound about right?"
"Fuck." He readjusts himself in his sweats, looking up at you with pupils dilated with lust. "I really want to give a smartass response here but you've hit the nail on the head and I'm really distracted by the view."
A wicked smile crosses your face. "Bruce. If you don't want to watch me make Tony worship my body like a temple I suggest you retreat to somewhere else."
"I'm good where I am." He states, locking eyes with you. "I'm due a much needed break anyway. Told I work too much. Might as well enjoy a show while I'm at it."
You turn back to Tony. "Undo my jeans and remove them."
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aisle 4 (Steve rogers x poc!reader)
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when you two first meet he thinks you are breathtaking and normal. Which is two words he wouldn't say out loud at first in fear of freaking you out or insulting you. He liked normal. Normal was good.
he sees you somewhere local. The grocery store that's three miles away from his place where he goes to escape from his ruminating mind.
aisle 4 which is pasta, sauces, beans, and ethnic seasonings.
When you see him you are a bit startled. Startled at two things.
One, its Steve Rogers. You've seen him on the news and on tv. He's THE guy. You didn't know THE guy did his own grocery shopping. You thought Tony Stark would totally just print out their groceries.
Two, it's Steve rogers in the ethnic section. He's just staring off into space. In front of him happens to be the very seasonings you need for your diner tonight.
You clear your throat to get his attention.
He looks at you and his eyes go wide.
"I didn't know spices could be that bewildering for some people." you causally joke.
he laughs at that, "sorry it’s not the spices. It’s just the day I had.”
you don't know how to respond to that. It's STEVE ROGERS so you just nod politely and point to the shelf as a way to ask him to give you space to get what you need.
He side steps and watches as you take a couple of packages and drop them into your cart. You reach for one more.
"I haven't seen you before." he says
"No you haven't." you answer.
You look at him with a big smile plastered on your face, bottle of spice in tow. He is gobsmacked.
"Sorry, this is probably weird. I should-" he points behind him and starts moving in that direction. Away from you.
"You haven't seen me before but I have seen you before. Which is weird already so I had to level the playing field." you casually shrug.
he laughs heartily. Like puts his hand on his chest and closes his eyes, the works. If you didn't know any better you would say that Steve rogers was really receptive to your humor.
"can I see you outside of this grocery store?" he asks.
"You can watch me walk out, sure." you joke back.
He smiles, "Right."
"Or you can watch me walk out with your number. Your choice." you offer.
At the speed of light Steve is patting down his pants looking for pen and paper like an idiot. but then he pats his phone and fishes it out. He unlocks it and offers it over.
You take it from him and input your number. Then you hand it back to him. Your fingers brush for the slightest moments and that makes you nervous.
It hits you then that this isn't some hallucination or dream. It's real. He's real. And he has your number in his phone.
He raises his phone up to you, "I'll text you sometime this week."
"Or I can just find you in the spice aisle sometime." you answer.
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falling for the captain | part 1.
Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.
Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), none
Pairing: (eventual) Steve Rogers x reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Note: first of all, huge shoutout to @venusbarnes​ for the idea of a young reader and creating such an interesting dynamic with that. I recommend her operation brat fic! Second, the reader is going to be black/woc. I try to switch it up with my stories, leaving some with ambiguous readers or with characteristics you can work around. But I feel like we don’t have a lot of explicitly woc!reader inserts like how we do for white or ambiguous!reader inserts so for this one I chose to be more over the head with it but anyone not poc, hopefully shouldn’t feel taken out of the story.
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“Honestly, I think it’s just some magic trick. That’s it. All that’s to it,” Tony muttered as he downed his drink.
“Didn’t we have this argument last year, Stark,” Natasha laughed.
The Avengers were gathered in the common room, drinking and relaxing after a mission. It was the first real mission with Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Bucky. Bucky stayed monitoring in the quinjet, Wakanda might have been able to give him a new arm but even they couldn’t get rid of the mind control of HYDRA. It ran so deep in Bucky. Shuri thought maybe it’s because he was still scared. They would revisit the re-programming on a different day.
Enjoying the little get together was everyone who stayed in the compound, plus Rhodey. Scott had left to do whatever. Peter went back to his Aunt May’s for the weekend and T’Challa was busy running whole kingdoms but promised to make it the next night.
“Ah ah. We had this argument but Thor wouldn’t let us try it,” Tony rebutted.
Thor set Mjolnir on the table and gestured towards it. “Go ahead then, try.”
The God of Asgard laughed as most of his teammates tried and failed to lift the hammer. He lifted his flask of Asgardian mead towards Natasha but the Black Widow just shook her head. Natasha didn’t need the hammer to answer if she was worthy or not. It wasn’t a question she really wanted to find out the answer to.
Thor’s eye twitched when Steve stepped towards Mjolnir. No one may have noticed but Thor was firmly looking at how the hammer moved ever so slightly under Steve’s pull. He tried to laugh it off as Steve sat back down and held out his cup for Thor to pour him some more mead. Steve and Bucky were grateful for Thor’s stash of alcohol; it felt so good for them to be able to get drunk again with the team.
“So how long do you think before Fury’s breathing down our backs again?” Rhodey asked.
“Since you somehow convinced the UN we didn’t need the Accords, I give it a week tops,” Clint said. “Actually, in three days, we’ll find ourselves in some country before Monday.”
Everyone chuckled. Convincing the UN to let the Avengers still run without being signed to anything was a lot of work. After Sokovia, they weren’t exactly happy. But with the promise of establishing a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in the UN and the backing of T’Challa to vouch for them, they managed to stay the way they were operating before.
“Well, if we’re going to be shipped out before the weekend ends… who wants to play a game?” Tony asked.
Everyone groaned, Tony’s games usually involved things that were both embarrassing and very sexual. Before they could move to make themselves comfortable for the game, a portal opened up in front of the couches. A girl and a cat tumbled out.
“No, no, no! Shit!” you yelled as the portal closed.
You patted on the brick fireplace. You moved your arm and hands in the circle you’ve done so many times but nothing happened. You groaned. This was not the plan. You were supposed to knock the HYDRA agent into the portal, sending him away from Earth-563 and to wherever the hell you were now. You didn’t know how long you were going to be here, you hoped your team could function without you.
Well, you knew they could. You might have been “Captain” but it wasn’t really like you were close with the team, you just fought alongside them. They were the family, you were the outsider.
You let out a frustrated yell and turned around. A group of, well you had no clue who they were, stared at you. Before you could even say anything, a large man with long blond hair was pressing a hammer into your stomach. You would’ve laughed but somehow you couldn’t move from under the hammer.
“Who are you and state your case?” he said, aggressively.
“Um, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). My case is… staying here until I get back home, I guess.”
“And home is?”
“Earth-563 shortened to Earth.”
“Call Fury.” You heard someone else say. You couldn’t see past the man in front of you.
“Who’s the feline?” You heard a female voice ask.
“You mean Goose?”
There were a couple chuckles before it became deadly silent again.
“You named the cat Goose?” Some other voice asked. It sounded like a man… and dripping with arrogance.
“I was three, sue me.”
“Well, I think we can handle the girl. And she seems to not be a threat, you can let her go Thor,” a different man said. At least you think it was a different man, the voice sounded more authoritative but it could’ve been the same for all you knew.  
Thor. So that was the name of the man holding you to the fireplace. Thor very slowly let you go, you knew he didn’t trust you. None of them probably trusted you. Not that you could blame them but also if anyone was in your position, you should be the scared one. There’s only one of you and like thirty of them.
As Thor backed away, you could see all the other people standing up and watching you. Not that you were focused on anyone else, just the man with the metal arm. The man you hadn’t seen till he got shipped off to war.
“James?” you breathed out.
Your feet moved before your brain could process. You threw your arms around Bucky’s neck while he just stood there awkwardly. None of the other Avengers could move. You pulled back and placed both your hands on the side of his face.
“What happened to you? They told us the 107th went— you were MIA… you’re not my James, are you?”
You pulled away very embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve seen your face before.”
“How the hell do you know Barnes?” the arrogant man asked.
“I… can I get some names first? I don’t know any of you.”
“You seem to know Bucky… Fine, Tony Stark,” Tony said after you glared at him.
The rest of the team, that you came to know as the Avengers— funny that was the name of your team as well, introduced themselves.
“Maybe we should hold off on, (Y/N) was it?” Steve asked, he continued when you nodded. “How about we wait for (Y/N) to answer when Nick gets here.”
“When is that?”
“He said give him thirty minutes,” Natasha said as she looked at her phone.
Thirty minutes in awkward silence is all you were thinking. So you plopped down onto the floor and grabbed Goose, petting that cat while you waited. The Avengers just stared at you. It wasn’t everyday a girl opened a portal into what they thought was their very secure compound.
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The first thing you heard was a scream. A man with an eye patch attempted to return himself to his normally stoic demeanor. The rest of the Avengers looked at him in complete confusion, they had never seen the Nick Fury act like that before. Your cat meowed and you lifted him to your ear. You nodded in understanding.
“Goose says she’s sorry about the 90s and the whole…” you pointed to your eye.
Nick looked at you amazed. “You speak Flerken?”
“Flerken? The cat meows?”
“She has a dangerous alien pet and thinks it’s still a cat. Okay, who the hell are you?” Nick asked as he sat down on one of the armchairs.
You spent the next hour answering all their questions as best as you could: Your name was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), nineteen years old. You come from Earth-563, a parallel Earth according to a quick phone call to a Carol Danvers by Nick. You were captain of the Avengers back on your Earth where yes HYDRA is also a problem, on top of other threats. Your powers closely resembled Wanda’s with a few additional points. You’ve known Goose since you were a baby and no you weren’t sure how the cat made its way to Earth-563. You don’t know why you can’t get back home, the portal you created should’ve opened the minute you tried. And of course the pressing question was how do you know Bucky?
“My brother?”
“Brother? That’s impossible, Bucky’s—”
You cut Sam off.
“James Buchanan Barnes. 107th regiment. Sergeant. Adopted by our parents on March 10, making that his birthday. Lost an arm in duty on a super soldier program. Was given a new arm and immediately chose to continue fighting. You brought me the cat when you came back during a break from fighting. Admittedly, you look a bit older than I remember but James was already older before I was even born. We were told his regiment was declared MIA… they wanted to declare to you dead but we wouldn’t let them. You told me you were with me till—”
“Till the end of the line. Okay, somehow she knows me.”
“Well, it is possible for some of us to have parallel versions of us. Maybe Bucky is one of them?” Bruce offered.
“But then why don’t I know you or I guess our Earth’s you?” Bucky asked, turning back.
“Well, we did come from the 40s Buck,” Steve said. “It wasn’t exactly like they let everyone… hang out.”
He awkwardly cleared his throat, not wanting to really talk about the less than diverse times he came from and it was pretty obvious from the curly hair and brown skin that you looked nothing like most of the Avengers, save Sam and Rhodey. The team agreed and dropped the subject. The new focus was on your powers, or lack thereof.
“I don’t get it. You all saw the portal.”
“Yeah, gave us quite the shock.”
“That’s not even half of what I can do… if I could do it.”
“So you’re a badass fighter, with no powers right now and currently no way to get home,” Tony said as he took a sip of the whiskey he had been slowly nursing since you tumbled into the living room. “Would you like to join the Avengers? Well, our Earth’s Avengers.”
“What?”
“Well you seem like you already do this whole superhero thing and we can’t exactly let you leave here until we have everything figured out. Not that we don’t believe you but can never be too cautious, kid.”
“So join your Avengers or be a prisoner till you vet me?”
Tony shrugged. You looked down at Goose in your lap, the cat giving no response but a yawn.
“Okay, I guess we’re in.”
“Great. I think we can call it a night. F.R.I.D.A.Y.!”
“Yes, Mr. Stark?” the robotic voice rang throughout the compound.
“Spare room in the compound?”
“The only fully done spare room would be on the floor with Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.”
“You don’t mind sharing a floor with the old men?”
“I don’t think so… you don’t snore, right?”
Sam laughed while Steve and Bucky just shook their heads.
“Okay. Capsicle, Buckaroo. Show the lady to your floor. We’ll continue all this when we’re all less drunk. Maybe the little lady can show us her powers, huh?”
Everyone started heading out one by one. Nick Fury said goodbye to you from a distance, refusing to step near the cat. You followed Steve and Bucky into the elevators. Despite the elevator being big, you and Goose felt relatively squished sandwiched between the two super soldiers. When you exited the elevators, you understood why there weren’t many people rooming on a single floor. After Bucky opened the door to your room, it might as well have been a mini apartment— minus a kitchen.
“This is huge.” You let Goose drop from your arms and she walked around before jumping gently onto the bed.
“Tony’s money,” Steve said. “So, F.R.I.D.A.Y. should give you a wake-up call. We usually meet in the kitchen before doing our own thing.”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s the A.I.?”
“Yeah. Also, Tony.”
You hummed in understanding. “I don’t suppose the closet has a change of clothes? Or do I just have to sleep in my fighting clothes?”
Bucky looked at you confused. “You fight in jean shorts? Doesn’t that leave you a bit exposed?”
“Hmm? HYDRA agents only hit me badly a couple times, I heal up pretty fine. Never really thought about what I fight in.”
“Well, you should reconsider.”
“How are you and my James so much alike? Huh, parallel bodies have the same condescending brain.”
Bucky said nothing, but you could see the corner of his mouth go up just a bit. Steve bit back a laugh. Bucky left and returned with a sweater and sweatpants. He handed them to you.
“How’d you know I listen to AC/DC?” You asked as you looked at the logo on the sweatpants.
“I didn’t… you just seemed like the type. I guess maybe I do know you or some things about you.”
“Well, thank you, Bu— James.”
“You can call me Bucky.”
“Are you sure?”
“You called him that, didn’t you? It’s fine with me.”
“Okay. Thanks. Goodnight, Bucky, Steve.”
The two said their goodnights to you and you closed your door. You looked around your new temporary residence.
“Um, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”
“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N)?”
“How do I work the shower?”
(Part 2)...
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☁ Introduction ☁
Welcome to my blog! You can call me Destiny and here I reblog posts that i like but i also sometimes make my own short, self indulgent content. I am aromantic and asexual so most of my content is platonic.
⚠ Disclaimer ⚠
On this blog you will find Dark Content, with themes of Noncon, Manipulation, Gore, Yandere, and overall not good stuff. I am not responsible for what media you consume, and I do not support or encourage this behavior in real life.
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My requests and asks are always open.
What I write for
Obey me!
I write for all characters except for 13, though my favorites are Solomon and Michael.
Twisted Wonderland
I will write for:
Cater, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Ruggie, Rook, Kalim, Jamil, Floyd, Azul
Marvel Cinematic Universe
I will write for:
Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker (Tom Hollands version only), the Winter Soldier, Thor, Loki
Rules for requesting
You can request headcanons, oneshots, alphabets, anything. You can request as many characters as you'd like. I love getting requests so please, ask!
I write character x reader and
I write in second person (you, your), and try not to describe readers appearance or gender, though I am afab so I might mess up, if I do please tell me.
I am comfortable writing platonic relationships (familial or friendships).
I also like writing dark/Yandere relationships. I do both romantic and platonic yanderes (familial or friendships). If it is a romantic yandere the feelings will not be reciprocated as that makes me uncomfortable, the only exception would be in a case of Stockholm.
I am now going to be writing nsfw! However it will only be noncon/dubcon, and only in a dark/yandere fic. And only with romantic yanderes, not platonic.
I won't write an established romantic relationship. I will write scenarios that could or could not be read as romantic or platonic, but I won't refer to someone as a boyfriend or write about going on a date; I would write about two people hanging out that could classify as a date.
Last Thoughts
I struggle with finding motivation so I don't write often, or I might take a while to write something, please be patient.
This is a safe space for Lgbtq+, poc, etc, and I will not tolerate any hate.
I am a Hellenic Polytheist, and a devotee of Ares, so you'll find that here too!
I struggle with mental illness so you'll find posts to do with that as well.
I also write poetry sometimes!!
Thanks for reading <3
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