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Poll Time!

She Loves Me Pt. 3 Angst? Or Fluff? I have endings for both I just can’t decide

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The Joining

Alrighty! This took awhile! But here is my entry for @caplansteverogers 4k Writing Challenge! It is my first attempt at a gender neutral reader so any feedback on improvements I need to make would be greatly appreciated! I may also do a part two of this

Summary: Clint’s sneaking off may have high consequences when on the night of The Joining he finds himself in the grasp of a fae with unclear intentions and a dark aura surrounding them.

It was far to late to be dwaddling on this side of the village, but yet Clint seemed to find comfort in the lights that twinkled and glowed with their own sort of promising mischief. If he were to be caught he knew he’d be Torn as punishment for his trespassing, as it was often ritual for the frost fae to do so publicly with little hesitation or remorse. But the lights whispered promises to him, playful ones, seductive ones, frightening ones, ones that brought Clint back time and time again to hear them. Always soft and delicate even as they described horrors he could only dream of. He’d spend hours there, until the soft hit of the suns first rays broke across his vision as a gentle reminder that he needed to leave.

That’s how he found himself the morning of that day, the day of The Joining, when fae from all four corners would gather at the Great Garden to pass the time dancing, singing, drinking, and well, joining as the elders solved problems and issues between the corners. Clint trudged with heavy feet and tired wings into his home in the early light of morning when the dew was just beginning to catch the rays. As he stumbled into the quiet stump he wasn’t at all surprised to see several golden honey cups scattered around the room and a form with twitching red wings and brown tufts of hair draped across the couch.

Nudging the door closed he made his way carefully across the room, hoping to get at least a little rest before the festivities. No such luck was there for Clint as Tony’s head shot off the couch with such intensity Clint was concerned the small thing gave himself whiplash.

“Oh! You’re back!”

“What’re you talking about I’ve been here the whole time.”

Tony looked at him in disdain, “If you’re gonna lie to me at least have the decency to be good at it. I would shower if I were you, you absolutely reek of frost.”

Clint’s wings dropped and he nodded slowly shifting towards the shower instead of towards his room. Tony hummed, content with Clint’s actions and fell back into the couch. Taking his time Clint slowly made his way through the usual routine before shutting off the water and fluttering his wings dry. Swiping his hand across the foggy mirror Clint inspected his wings, delicate dragonfly wings glinted with iridescent colors of purple and gray, skipping over the scars that intersected at the tips. Rolling his shoulders and letting his wings fall lax again he turned and sauntered to his room not bothering with clothing himself.

He had just fallen into his bed when the door to his room opened with a bang. “Aw, ‘tasha, no.”

“Wakey, wakey Clint.”

Clint peeled his eyes open to glare at the redhead as red laced wings lifted in amusement. “Did you really think you could get out of helping set up the Great Garden today? After all, you were the one who signed us up for it, or do you not remember? ‘C’mon ‘tasha it’ll be fun!’ ‘We’ll all bond Steve pleeeeaaaase!’ and so on?”

“Sometimes I really hate you Natahsa.”

“Ooooh full naming me, I’m terrified.”

Clint rolled his eyes shoving himself off the bed with only mild insults. As he tugged on his clothes he heard the telltale signs of the rest of the group gathering in the kitchen for a quick meal before heading out. Exiting the room Clint grinned at the group, joining them in the morning conversations. Soon enough everyone was ready to leave and they took to the sky one by one, flying carefully through the grasses and flowers.

As soon as they touched down Fury put them to work, making sure it was perfect down to the last detail before sending them home to clean up. Clint scrutinized the shirts in front of him carefully picking and choosing the best of the bunch before settling on a black button up dress shirt. Changing quickly, Clint snagged a jacket from the corner of his room before flopping on the couch and waiting for the others to finish.

A hand hit his leg. “Ready?”

Nodding in Steve’s direction he rolled off the couch, landing gracefully and standing to stretch and flutter his wings, huffing in annoyance as he noticed the wrinkles he had created. Deciding to leave it be, Clint trudged after Steve the both of them taking off and joining the others in the sky leaving behind nothing but a faint buzzing sound.

They touched down sliding gracefully into a confident stride as they entered the Great Garden, sounds of chatter and seductive music filling their ears. Clint grabbed a nectar drop from a passing waiter taking it upon himself to wander around and mingle among the different kinds of fae talking and joking like major decisions weren’t moments away from being made. He didn’t notice a certain lack of chilliness as he made his rounds about the room. He had just made it back to his friends when a still darkness fell over the venue.

Heads turned and jaws dropped as the frost fae touch down. Among them a new darkness seems to spread into every corner of the garden, steeling hope and happiness from even the brightest fae. Clint watched with bated breath as the shadows pulled together to form a brilliant figure. Smoky, deadly, as well as enticing and seductive the shadow fae emerged (e/c) eyes scanned the garden with confident indifference, hesitating only once they passed Clint.

With hesitance the party continued with the shadow fae settled in the darkest spot in the room. Every few moments Clint found his focus drifting to that spot, a pull he almost couldn’t resist telling him to move closer, that he needs more. He distracted himself with dancing, and went multiple rounds with each of his friends, only stopping after his last dance with Steve had left his feet bruised and begging for a rest.

I have been watching you the shadow fae whispered into his mind in a voice that sounded achingly familiar. It wasn’t until he was swept into a dance with Pepper that he had the startling revelation that the whispered voice from the Shadow Fae was the same one he heard in the late nights when he sat staring at the lights.

His expression must’ve betrayed him because soon Pepper was shoving him into the seat as the others fluttered around him in concern. Let me help you the whisper soothed his nerves and electrified them all at the same time. Nervous eyes glanced over to the spot where the fae sat sipping on their glass of nectar. Eyes to confident for Clint’s liking shifted between gold and (e/c) as the glass raised to toast him. Clint’s ears grew hot and he shuffled his feet. When he looked back up the fae had moved from the spot they previously occupied and was steadily making their way towards him.

Clint stood his feet carrying him closer and closer until he stood in front of the fae with wings twitching in excitement. Their eyes trailed him up and down before lips pulled into a taunt grin showing of teeth that could rip him open in a flash. If he didn’t think that they fae was terrifying before, it most certainly hit home when their head fell back and the sound of glass grinding together filled his ears, if he had to guess he’d say that they were laughing

“Oh you are simply delightful!”

He didn’t know it was possible for a voice to sound like vinegar and smooth honey all at the same time but it was a combination that focused all his attention. The fae tilted his head up with a hand that felt like smoke and Clint found himself looking into a whole new face. It was a face made for sin and Clint had to fight the urge to fall to his knees in front of them, even as he thought the fae wouldn’t have minded if he did.

The sharp toothed smile that greeted his eyes was nothing less than terrifying in Clint’s opinion. He could feel rather than see Steve and Bucky tensing behind him as Natasha rose from her seat.

Settle came the fae’s voice as his friends froze in their positions, I only wish to dance.

Somehow Clint felt the fae wanted to do a lot more than just dance.

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can you do a part three of the womaniser please? I adore you’re writing and I’d love to read another chapter of one of my favourite series? I guess? I think that’s what it is as least. Thank you so much❤️ can you tag me in it as well please?

I can definitely do that for you! I’m really glad you like it!

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Womanizer Pt. 2

Your friendship with Bucky Barnes was going better than expected. Sure he was still a shameless flirt but over the weeks you had gotten to know him you found you didn’t mind his harmless flirting. As the two of you sat down to lunch together at one of your favorite pizza places, you watched in amusement as he and the blond at the counter traded flirty comments and glances.

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Can I be tagged in the womanizer series? I just found that you wrote a second part and I love this so far

Yes you may. Thank you for enjoying it

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Can I please be tagged in the Womanizer series! Please! 😀

Yes you can!

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Womanizer Pt. 2

Your friendship with Bucky Barnes was going better than expected. Sure he was still a shameless flirt but over the weeks you had gotten to know him you found you didn’t mind his harmless flirting. As the two of you sat down to lunch together at one of your favorite pizza places, you watched in amusement as he and the blond at the counter traded flirty comments and glances.

“You know, maybe you could try this new thing where you ask for her number and then take her out on a date.”

Bucky made a face and shook his head, “nah, not my style doll.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed away from the table. Bucky threw you a curious glance receiving a mischievous one from you in return. He watched as you made your way to the counter, smiling at the woman and gesturing towards Bucky. When the two of you glanced his way, he flashed his most charming smile.

As he observed the reactions, he found he preferred your eye roll over the woman’s stunning blush. Nevertheless he added a wink and watched as the woman giggled to you. You headed back to the table after waving to the still blushing woman. Taking your seat once again, you slid the sticky note with the number on it across the table to him. With a sigh he picked it up, and with an encouraging look from you, pulled out his phone. As he sent a quick text your gaze swept across the room and you nodded when you saw her with her phone.

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“I think I might die actually. Thanks for that. your gonna have to explain to the team that you hooked me up with death.”

At his dramatic response you lightly kicked his leg under the table. You had no idea how the team put up with his bullshit but from the stories you had heard you were glad it was back. Stretching out you let out a small groan, feeling full and content. Bucky watched you as he munched on another piece of pizza, taking in your smile and how your shirt rode up when you stretched.

“That was so good.”

“You say that every time we come here doll.”

“You’re damn right because it’s true every time.”

Bucky chuckled, “you ready?”

You nodded and stood, gathering your purse as Bucky paid. Ignoring the giggles from the counter you snagged the crust off Bucky’s plate. Your eyebrows rose when you saw Bucky walking back to the table. He grinned at you showing you triumphantly how he had scheduled a date. You sent him a thumbs up, happy and hoping that this would go well.

“What are we gonna do now doll?”

“Well….” you replied drawing out the last syllable, “we could go get you some date worthy clothes. Or we could walk around a bit before catching a movie.”

Bucky thought about it for a moment before agreeing to the latter. As the two of you walked you unknowingly wandered closer to the tower. When it appeared in Bucky’s sight he grinned, a different thought popping into his head. Grabbing your hand he tugged you towards the tower.

“Oooh do I get to meet the elusive team now.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and nodded causing you to freeze. He looked back at you taking notice of your shocked expression. You glanced nervously at him before shaking it off and allowing him to guide you the rest of the way. When you reached the front of the tower you smoothed your clothes out before nodding to Bucky.

“So is there anything I need to know before going in or am I going in blind?”

“Well doll, I’d happily tell you some things….but seeing as you set me up on a date I won’t be telling you.”

You gaped at him, an expression of disbelief and frustration painting over your face. Letting out a huff you crossed your arms over your chest. Bucky let out a chuckle at your annoyed expresion, reaching out and ruffling a hand in your hair. You let out a distressed squeak as the door opened revealing a common area.

You followed Bucky into the room, hiding behind him as you walked. The tension drained out of you when you saw no on there, yet you remained behind him. He lead you into the kitchen where you saw two people standing.

“Hey Thor, Sam.”

The two men nodded in greeting before doing a double take.

“And who might this lovely lady be?” Sam asked, pouring on the charm in the hopes to earn one of your dazzling smiles.

You felt your lip kick up and Bucky recognized the familiar glint in your eyes. “Y/N this is Sam, Sam this is Y/N she will crush all the hope you have.”

“Oh? What has deemed you the crusher of hope Lady Y/N?”

You grinned at Thor’s confused face, feeling Bucky stiffen besides you. “We don’t need to talk about that.”

“But it’s such a fun story Bucky. Don’t worry I’ll gladly tell it if you’re to embarrassed.”

“An embarrassing story about Bucky I Can Get Any Woman I Want Barnes? Oh we’ve definitely gotta here this.”

Even as he talked he was already up and gathering the other avengers. Bucky sent you a pleading glance that you met with a shrug. He had gotten himself into this mess and you sure as shit weren’t going to help him. As the team gathered into the room, they regarded you curiously, taking note of your shit eating grin and Bucky’s sad face.

“Hey guys...what’s going on?”

“You’ll see Clint, just wait.”

Their expectant expressions pierced you, bringing your nerves back almost effortlessly. With a smile you began your story of Bucky first meeting you. As you talked you watched their expressions change from confusion to amusement. By the end of your story there were more than a few laughs with more than one member of the team teasing him.

Bucky looked around the room hopelessly trying to find someone to take his side when he saw Steve’s approaching form.

“Steve!”

His head snapped up, eyes wide when he focused on Bucky first then the laughing team and finally you. You noticed him as soon as Bucky called his name and you held back your gasp. The man was built like a house with solid muscle and his jeans hung from his hips in a way that made you want to see what he looked like without them. But what drew your eyes to him the most was his beard.

“Bucky, ma’am, mind telling me why we’re laughing?”

You blushed and glanced at Bucky. “Y/N is fine. They’re laughing because of Bucky’s lack of lady skills.”

“Y/N, got it. I don’t see how it’s funny.”

Bucky sent you a triumphant look crossing his arms over his chest. You stuck your tongue out at him before raising an eyebrow. Bucky sighed arms dropping in defeat. Turning to Steve he explained in detail the situation around how the two of you met. By the time he had finished Steve was barely holding back a chuckle.

“Steve.” Bucky whined.

“Is the bromance dissolving Bucky?”

He sent a playful glare your way and pointed at you, “I’ll have you know the bromance is as strong as ever.”

That was all you needed to dissolve into a fit of laughter. Your arms wrapped around your stomach and tears gathering in your eyes. Steve let his laughter flow out of him in deep waves as he watched you double over. When the two of you calmed down Steve asked if you’d like to stay for a drink, making a mental note to ask Bucky if you were single. Whether you knew it or not you had just made Steve’s radar.

@papi-chulo-bucky @marvelmom @chamongangae @titty-teetee @teresaoliva20

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writeramongus · 6 years

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Hey! You’re awesome! So have an awesome day!

Thank you so much! I needed this!

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writeramongus · 6 years

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Hey I was wondering if you’re requests were open. And if they are, would you mind doing a sequel to “An Afterthought”??

They are. I don’t mind. I have a lot to type up so I will definitely do one

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Omg I love you're writing!! Be prepared for lots of reblog notifications lol

I shall be

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Can we get a part 3 of she loves me

Of course

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An Afterthought

Checking your watch for the third time, you let out a huff. He was late, again. He had promised you he was going to be there to help with the dogs, yet here you stood, decked out in jeans and a t-shirt from the shelter and down a brother. With a sigh you headed back into the building taking in the happy scene around you. It was adoption day and many families were there, playing with the animals and giving them loving forever homes.

“Did he not show up again sweetheart?”

With a sad smile you shook your head at the woman before going to help some of the families. You smiled at the little girl who was desperately trying to hold onto the squirming beagle puppy as her brother picked out a collar. making your way over to them, you helped slip the collar on and quickly attached a leash to it. the brother thanked you, taking his sisters hand and heading out of the building.

The day continued on much like that, leaving you happily exhausted at the end. When the last family had left you began to place the less fortunate animals back into their kennels, making sure to give each one some love and affection. carrying on with the shelters nightly chores you couldn’t help but think about how your brother never showed. Pulling out your phone, you let out an angry grunt when you was he hadn’t even tried to contact you.

You shoved your phone deep into your pocket before grabbing a key off the wall. Stopping in front of the kennel you whistled softly, smiling when the old German Shepherd opened his eye to send you an annoyed look. You thought nothing of the grumpy look as he slowly stood and made his way over to the door.

“Hey boy,” you whispered fondly as you made your way into his kennel.

Sitting against the back wall, he sauntered over to you his wagging tail betraying his uninterested gaze. He plopped down with a heavy sigh that drew a chuckle from you.

“Looks like it’s just you and me Duke.”

The dog let out a high pitched whine, drawing an eye roll from you. Running your hand through his soft fur you smiled wistfully at him. Duke was a good boy, sure he was on the old side and didn’t have the best past as a stray but he was good. He had spent many nights with you, comforting you as you cried. The sound of a throat clearing broke you from your thoughts and you looked up to see the shelter owner, Maggie, looking at the two of you with fond eyes.

“You know, you take such good care of him, why don’t you take him on home.”

You opened and closed your mouth in surprise before answering, “really?”

“Of course hon, he deserves a loving home.”

With an excited grin you gently nudged the dog awake. Standing, you headed out to grab a collar and leash Duke following obediently behind you. You had just clicked the leash into place when you heard the shelter door open. Looking up, your eyes connected with your brother who was looking like he just finished with hours of running and was tucking his shirt in.

“Am I to late? Is it over?”

You sent a glare his way before heading towards him. Your glare didn’t go unnoticed by him and he winced as he followed you you to the front of the shelter.

“How can I make it up to you? Do you need to walk this dog before you can go? I’ll do it for you.”

You held the leash out of his reach,“No he’s mine, and his name is Duke. You would've known this is if you were fucking here.”

At your tone Steve recoiled, he had a sinking feeling that your rage was fueled by more than this one incident. He followed silently behind you, observing your stiff posture and thinking of what he could do to make up for it. When you reached the front of the tower, he jogged in front of you to hold open the door.

You didn’t even look at him as you passed, instead giving Duke some slack and smiling as his nails clicked on the floor. Steve caught up to you pressing the button for the private elevator and letting you get on first. Once again you didn’t look at him. the ride up was filled with tense silence and Steve bit back a sigh. When the elevator stopped, you were out the door before he even had a chance to get a word out.

“Hey Y/N” he heard Bucky say

You walked past him, your anger evident in every step. Unclipping Duke’s leash, you let him wander around the tower. He immediately captured the attention of the team members and they cooed over him as he made himself at home. Steve stepped next to you, hoping to talk to you about why he was late.

“Y/N”

“You were with Bucky weren’t you?”

“Y/N-”

“Answer the question Steve.”

“...I was”

You nodded, clenching your jaw. You shouldn’t be surprised, Bucky always came first to Steve. He reached out to pull you to him but you moved away wrapping your arms around yourself. Steve bit his lip, seeing he pain on your face hurt, especially when he was the cause of it.

“You promised.”

The words were whispered but Steve had no problem picking them up. His head dropped and a deep sigh left his lips. He knew he should feel worse but you just didn’t understand. Bucky needed him, you had your life together after you woke up, Bucky didn’t.

“I’m sorry Y/N but Bucky needs me. He doesn’t have anyone, and with his nightmares and how everyone views him...”

“It’s whatever Steve.” your tone was cold

“I do love you.”

“Sure.”

Calling to Duke you headed out of the living room to your room. You held in tears until the door was firmly closed, and only then did you let them fall. Sobs wracked your body as the hurt from your brothers words coursed through you. Duke whined and wiggled over to you.

“Hey boy,” you choked out.

He licked at your fingers and you let our a broken laugh. Carding your fingers through his fur you slowly began to feel comfort and exhaustion set in. Slowly you stood, making your way to your bed. As you laid down on the sheets, you let Duke hop up onto the bed next to you and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep.

You were woken by a knock at your door. Groaning, you called for the person to come in letting out a sigh of frustration when you saw it was Bucky. He didn’t say anything for a long while, and you had almost fallen back asleep when he called your name. Your eyes snapped open and flew to him. Duke, sensing this change, let out a growl, his eye popping open to send Bucky a threatening look.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a breath and sat up, pulling a pillow into your lap, “It’s fine Bucky.”

He shook his head, “No, it’s not, he’s your brother.”

“You wouldn’t know that by looking at him.”

“He does love you.”

“Not as much as he loves you.”

“Y/N you know that’s not true.”

“That’s where you’re wrong James.”

The use of his first name let Bucky know just how serious the situation was. You were hurt, deeply, and it was partially Bucky’s fault. He met your watery gaze with sad eyes. You quickly looked away, sniffling a bit as you did so.

“You don’t understand James do you? Even back in the ‘40′s he always put you first. When I woke up, I was so hopeful, so happy. I finally thought I had my brother back. Only I was wrong, the second that he found out you were alive I was an after thought. It was all Bucky this and Bucky that. I started at the shelter because of it. I tried so hard to get Steve to just come see what it’s like to work with the animals, and when he finally agrees he either doesn’t show or makes up some bullshit excuse about how he has to leave and it’s all for you.”

Bucky remained silent, the weight of your words hitting him full force. The two of you sat together, awkward silence filling the air. Neither of you knew what to say until Duke let out a yawn. Bucky eyed the dog before sending you a small smile.

“Cool dog. I didn’t catch his name.”

“It’s Duke.”

Bucky nodded, from what he could see you were close with the dog, almost family like. You looked at him with expectant eyes as he observed the two of you. He nodded again and stood to leave. Half expecting you to stop him, he was more than a little disappointed when you didn’t. It seemed his little visit didn’t do anything to help his best friends situation.

He leaned against the doorway of Steve’s room, watching as the man stared at the shelter t-shirt in his hands. Bucky knew the internal struggle his friend was facing and knew he’d tear himself apart if he didn’t let it go.

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you Steve, she’s just upset.”

Steve shook his head, not fully convinced Bucky was right. He wanted to go to you, but knowing you you’d shut him out even more if he tried. Deciding to leave it alone for now, Steve hauled himself off the bed and headed to the common area.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and say down next to Bucky and Sam. Less than ten minutes later the clicking of Dukes claws sounds and Steve turned to see you emerging, dressed as if you were going out.

“Where are you going?” he questioned

“For a walk.”

“Want me to come with?”

“Does it matter? Besides,” you continued, sending both Steve and Bucky a dark look, “I wouldn’t want to ruin your night.”

With those words you were leaving Steve, Bucky and a confused Sam in silence.

@papi-chulo-bucky

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Penelope

Hurrying down the hallway, Loki kept his face blank even as his insides twist with worry. You were supposed to call him when the contractions started, that was the deal. As soon as he knew you were okay he was definitely going to have to talk to you about keeping promises about your health.

Taking one look at the man, the nurse quickly told him the room you were staying in. He nodded his head in thanks getting there quickly before standing outside the door. He could hear your cries of pain as you felt with the contractions. Entering the room he was quickly ushered to your side and he took your hand, kissing your knuckles.

"Took you long enough…” you panted

Loki chuckled, even in the middle of birth you were still as sassy as the day he had met you, “I would’ve been here sooner if you would’ve called me when the contractions started.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes before a grimace of pain covered your face. Worry was etched in Loki’s brows and he moved closer, his hand tightening around yours. When the contraction passed, you sent him a reassuring glance that had him relaxing only marginally. Many nurses came in, checking on you and seeing how dilated you were. Soon you were able to push and you gripped Loki’s hand so hard he winced. But it was all worth it when the two of you were able to finally welcome your little girl to the world.

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered, stroking a finger over her soft cheek.

"A princess fit for Asgard.” Loki agreed softly memorized by the tiny beautiful girl he had fathered.

You stifled a yawn, the exhaustion hitting you full force. Noticing this, Loki took your daughter gently from your arms. He sent you a loving smile urging you to sleep. Reluctantly you drifted off getting some much needed sleep as Loki held your daughter like fine china.

He didn’t know how long he sat there for as he held her and he didn’t care. For while he sat there the little girl opened her eyes. Loki felt his breath leave his chest as the girls brilliant green eyes so like his own, opened and focused on him. Cooing at her, he rocked her gently hopping to have a few moments with her before she needed food.

"Hello little princess,” he whispered, tucking her close to his chest.

Her little nose scrunched before she let out a big yawn. Loki grinned watching her wiggle around before settling down again. A light knock sounded at the door and Loki turned to see the team filing into the room, balloons and gifts filling their hands. Seeing the little girl in Loki’s arms a soft smile appeared on Tony’s face.

"Hey Reindeer Games how’re they doing?”

“They are resting, this little one was awake earlier but her mother is out like a light.”

"May I hold her?”

Hesitating, Loki reluctantly nodded handing her to Tony slowly. Tony held her under Loki’s watchful gaze completely amazed at how much she looked like both you and Loki.

"Wow,” he murmured, “you have a daughter. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact she actually married you and now you have a baby.”

"I’m quite amazed by it myself.”

Silence fell over the room as the baby was passed from team member to team member. Each time she was passed Loki’s gaze followed her and he tended, ready to catch her if any of the team happened to suddenly get butterfingers and drop her. A small yawn drew attention to the bed and the team headed towards you. You smiled at them, thanking them for their congratulations and taking your little girl back into your arms. When she started to stir you smiled apologetically and shifted so you could feed her.

Loki’s hand slid over your shoulders as he placed a kiss on top of your head. He watched your daughter eat, amazement once again lighting his face. He felt a great sense of love fill him for the tiny girl and you looked up seeing the love in his eyes.

“It’s our little girl Loki. Our little girl.”

Hearing your own amazed tone he focused on you. Loki felt a grin spread across his face this was his family, his home, and he knew right then and there that he would do anything to protect them.

“Have the two of you decided on a name yet?” questioned Steve.

You glanced at Loki excitedly, ready to reveal the name of the baby girl resting soundly in your arms. With his nod, you turned to face the team gathering them around your bed.

“We’ve decided to name her Penelope.”

There were several ‘awww’s’ and coos from the various members of the team. Loki kissed your cheek, running a hand over Penelope’s head. A deep laugh echoed in the hallway and Loki looked up, easily identifying his brothers lout laugh.

“Thor approaches, my queen.”

You nod, moving Penelope against you and resting your head against Loki. When Thor entered the room, he did it loudly. Calling out for congratulations and requesting to see the newborn. The team was quick to quiet him and lead him to the bed.

“May I hold the child?” Thor questioned, his eyes glued to Penelope.

You nod, “Gently Thor, she’s very small.”

Thor cradled her gently, absolutely speechless at the little life his brother had created. He couldn’t help but grin at how his brother had changed, going from cold and malicious to loving, kind, and now a fantastic husband and father.

The little princess started to squirm, soft cries coming from her lips. Glancing quickly to Loki he hurried back over to the bed. You took her from him, settling her down and handing her to Loki when he reached out for her. Thor glanced over the little family knowing that the family would soon be growing if Loki had any say in it.

@papi-chulo-bucky

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Womanizer

A/N: Holy crap this is long! This is for @caplansteverogers song fic challenge based on the song Womanizer by Brittany Spears. It’s probably really bad and i hope you enjoy it and I apologize for any mistakes.

The Winter Solider, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was sitting at your bar. Normally you wouldn’t care, but this man was a local superstar and as with any local superstar the women were all over him. You watched the scene in front of you with a knowing look. Barnes was playing innocent drawing more women to him, it was a classic womanizer move, one you’ve seen countless times.

You watched as one of the women stroked a hand over his thigh, a blush staining his cheeks right on queue. The woman giggles, and you could almost tell what she was thinking.

“Have you been with a woman since you got out?” Bingo, there it was.

Bucky’s eyes glinted and he shook his head, sending the women into a frenzy. You rolled your eyes, of course he’d play virgin to sex in the new century. Unfortunately your eye roll didn’t go unnoticed by the women and soon Bucky was standing and making his way over to you.

“You got a problem doll?” he drawled.

Turning to face him you sighed, you didn’t have time to deal with his shit. “Nope, your women seem to have one though.”

You gestured to the women and Bucky turned, seeing the glares his women sent your way. He winked at them and immediately their demeanor changed, turning them from territorial and jealous to flirty and giggly.

“Awww they’re harmless doll. They won’t do nothin’.”

You snorted, “for now sure, but what about when you have to pick one to take home? What’re you gonna do then solider?”

Bucky shrugged, picking up an abandoned drink from the bar and draining its contents. “They’re grown women, they’ll live.”

You let out a chuckle, of course he’d say that. He sent a questioning glance your way as he turned to face you. Raising an eyebrow he silently asked for an explanation and you were all to willing to give one.

“You’re a womanizer. A textbook womanizer. You put on this charming and innocent front that has women falling all over you. Then when they want more, suddenly they don’t have your attention and I end up with a brokenhearted woman in my bar, crying about how all men are evil.”

Bucky’s eyebrows rose, you were very quick with your observation and judgement of him, and if he was being honest with himself, he was more than a little impressed. Glancing over you, he took in your form. Nice full hips he could grip all night, a stunning waist, beautiful tits, and a gorgeous face he could kiss for days. Pairing that with your spitfire attitude, Bucky decided right then and there that he needed you in his bed and he’d do anything possible to get you there.

He was back the next week, the only difference was that this time he was sitting at the bar, women once again crowding around him. When he spotted you he sent you a saucy grin and wink, making you roll your eyes and turn away from him. A customer drew you to the end of the bar and you were grateful for the distraction.

When you got back to Bucky’s end of the bar you were surprised to see that the flock of women had dispersed, leaving the one and only James Buchanan Barnes alone at the bar. He was well equipped with a dazzling grin and nothing to keep his attention from you.

“You seemed stressed doll, let me get you a drink.”

“How charming of you, buying me a drink that I’m gonna have to make.”

At your sarcasm Bucky felt his annoyance start to grow. He took a deep breath trying to gather his patience, when he felt calm enough he flashed another another grin at you before waving over the other bartender.

“A drink for the lady if you will?” he asked, gesturing to you.

Your assistant looked to you for confirmation and you nodded. It was going to be a long night and if you were to deal with Barnes for most of it, you were going to need at least a little alcohol in your system. You took the drink sipping it lightly as dark eyes followed your every move. Setting it down, you sent a challenging look his way.

“Charming,” you said when he sent yet another wink your way. This drew a deep chuckle from him and you’d be damned if you were going to admit that the sound made you more than a little wet.

“Come back to my place.”

“No.”

Your answer was so quick Bucky had to backtrack, “why not?”

“You’re a womanizer. Sure your charming and I’d fuck you in a heartbeat, but I don’t sleep with womanizers.”

“You’re crazy.”

You shrug, “that’s not my problem, you got me crazy.”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond but before he could a woman tumbled into his lap. As drunk as she was you were surprised she made it to his lap. Her drunken giggles drew your focus back to the scene where the woman was running a hand up and down his chest.

“I’ll call you daddy if you fuck me hard.”

You had to cough to cover your laugh at the look on his face. He quickly moved the woman off of his lap, sending you a pleading glance when she tried to win back her position. Not bothering to hide your laugh this time, you gestured for your assistant. As the woman was escorted out, you turned back to Barnes. Even after that ordeal he still had the swagger of a champion.

“So daddy-o, not the right companion for you?”

Rolling his eyes he shook his head, “I like them sober.”

“I guess when you have one to many it’s hard to find the right one, huh? Could be easy if you didn’t have flocks of them.”

Raising his hands in defense he sent you a dark smile, “they come to me, sugar.”

There was that cocky attitude again, “look lollipop, your a sucker if you think I’m gonna be another one of your victims crying at the bar.”

“Oh please none of the girls I take home come to cry at your bar.”

“Miranda, Jennifer, Olivia, Jillian.....need I go on?”

“What? No there’s no way they come here.”

Huffing out a breath you offered an explanation, “honey you put on this innocent and charming front that gets every woman going. But then you take them back to their place and show them the time of their life. Then poof when they wake up, your gone.”

Bucky let out a deep breath, “so what are my chances here?”

“Maybe if we were both different people in a different world, it would be all good and maybe just maybe I could be your girl. But I can’t cause we don’t.”

With a nod Bucky stood, running a hand through his hair. He turned away from you before turning back. You set a beer down in front of him and he sent a crooked grin your way. While the others he had flashed your way were full of sex and dark promises, this one was all goofiness and playful mischief.

Taking the beer he sat back down, “friends?”

You smiled, “you’re crazy.”

“You got me crazy.”

“You’re such a womanizer.”

With a playful wink he hopped off the stool, “lunch with me this Friday?”

You nodded and he cheered, making you smile. The two of you chatted for the rest of the night, only stopping when Bucky spotted a woman across the room.

“You’re a womanizer baby!” You called after him, laughing when he flipped you off.

@papi-chulo-bucky

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writeramongus · 6 years

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My Trickster King

Warning: Really bad smut

Gliding across the room, Loki’s steps remained silent as he walked towards you. His green eyes were brought out by the green of his dress shirt underneath his tux. Stopping in front of you, he swept into a low bow before taking your hand and kissing it. With hooded eyes you watched him, admiring the lithe movement of his body. Then he stood you stood with him, a dark smile pulled at his lips as he swept you close a protective hand settling on your waist.

“Are you ready my love?” he asked placing another kiss upon you.

“Yes my king.”

Escorting you away from the bustling party he led you down the long hallway. Sneaking glances at him, tingles of excitement shot through you at the dark but loving look he held in his eyes. Tightening your hand around his you brought it up to your lips causing his eyes to travel towards you. Pulling him close, your back pressed against the wall. The daring and mischievous look in your eyes only served to draw him in.

“My little minx, what do you have planned?”

You hummed, denying him an answer as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that lept your legs feeling like limp pasta. When you recovered from the kiss you trailed your hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants. Slipping your hands into his pants, you stroked his thick cock and let out a soft moan when you felt it twitch beneath your fingers. He let out a strangled groan while his strong hands gripped your wrist.

“Careful darling, before you start something you can not finish.”

You nipped at his ear, a purr like sound leaving your chest. “Who said anything about not finishing it?”

As soon as the sentence left your lips you were hoisted up and pressed harder into the wall. Your legs hooked around his waist as your fingers carded into his hair. Loki’s eyes sparked with magic, scanning your face for any sign of unease. Seeing none, he captured your lips in another searing kiss. Your hips ground into his causing him to nip at your bottom lip.

Pulling away from the wall Loki carried you the rest of the way to your room. Kicking the door close behind him Loki dropped you on the bed, he flicked his hand using his magic to rid you of your clothes. His eyes raked over your naked form, spread and bare for his eyes only. He approached you like a wild animal approaching it’s prey, his muscles moving like liquid under the leather of his clothes.

You whimpered as he approached the bed, spreading your lags to give him more room. He rested between them kissing your thigh lovingly before returning his attention to your glistening folds. He stroked a finger in between them, the cold digit making you gasp and arch your back. The digit was soon replaced with his mouth and you moaned at the contrast. Loki teased at your clit with his tongue, his fingers coming back up to tease at your opening.

“You’re so wet for me, minx. Do you want me as I want you?”

With a whimper you nodded eagerly rocking your hips against his hand. He let our a deep chuckle before slipping two fingers into your eager entrance. Moans and sighs filled the room as he fucked you with his fingers, his mouth working your clit. He brought you closer and closer to orgasm, his talented tongue and fingers working their magic. Your hands tightened in his hair as you teetered on the edge of orgasm. You felt him grin against you before he pulled away leaving you wet and aching.

“Please Loki please....”

He chuckled, kissing up your body to your mouth, “are you ready, my heart?”

With an eager nod, you hooked your legs around his waist. He entered you with one quick thrust that drew moans from both of you. Setting up a quick pace it didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit and you came, crying his name as your back came off the bed. Loki didn’t let up, instead fucking you through your orgasm and stating you in track to your next orgasm.

An animalistic growl left his lips as he pounded into you, eyes dark with intensity. He bit down on your neck, the slight pain only serving to heighten your pleasure. Your hands traveled from his hair to his back, your nails making angry red trails down his back. He moaned onto you, his thrusts getting deeper as he chases his own release.

“Loki...please...I’m close.”

“Wait, my queen.”

“Please.”

“Wait.”

You were close, so very close, but you knew you couldn’t cum without his permission. So you clung to him, stuck on the edge of your second orgasm of the night. A few more deep thrusts from him and he shouted, allowing you to cum as he came inside you, his hot cum painting your walls as you both cry out.

Holding himself up, Loki trailed kisses down your neck to your breasts placing gentle kisses upon your nipples. You panted softly, placing gentle kiss upon Lok’s head. He hummed resting against you and tracing lazy patterns over your skin. The two of you lay there completely sated and tangled together the scent of sweat and sex in the air.

“My little minx.” Loki whispered lovingly.

“My trickster king.”

@papi-chulo-bucky

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writeramongus · 6 years

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I love she loves me :) is there going to be anymore parts?

Of course if people would like them

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writeramongus · 6 years

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The Secret Stash

A loud crash woke you from your nap. Not hearing any sound following the crash your eyebrows furrow in concern and you begin the longs process of exiting your bed. When your feet finally hit the floor, a tiny body crashed into your legs. You peered over your protruding belly and into the shinning fern colored eyes of your daughter.

“Mommy the cookies fell!” your daughter excitedly exclaimed.

“Really? And how did that happen?” you replied with a kind smile.

“Momma said that I could have a cookie and-and then she couldn’t find where you hid them so we looked aaaaaaall over and when we couldn’t find any, momma-momma said she’d get me some from your super secret stash. And so when she did, the pretty butterfly jar with the cookies fell all over the floor!”

You let out a laugh at your daughters story, before standing and making your way to the kitchen. There, on the floor, was your wife Natasha who was frantically sweeping up bits of broken ceramic and cookie.

“Need a little help there?”

Natasha looked up at you, a deep blush staining her cheeks. She threw away the small bits of debris she had collected before coming over an kissing your cheek. You smiled as she placed a hand on your stomach, rubbing lightly.

“How’re you doing darling?”

You hummed and melted against her, resting your head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around you and led you to the couch to sit down and cuddle with you. Soon a little body climbed on the couch in between the two of you, placing her own little hand on your belly.

“The brother’s in there.”

You and Natasha chuckled at your daughters words before a sharp kick to your abdomen made you wince. Eyes wide with concern Natasha gracefully moved off the couch, to kneel on the ground in front of you. A smile lit up your face as you felt another kick. Taking Natasha’s hand you placed it on your stomach just in time for her to feel another kick.

“Wow,” she whispered, eyes wide with wonder.

Nodding happily, you cupped her face and kissed her deeply. Both of you excited for the new addition to your little family.

@papi-chulo-bucky

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