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Almost Real

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Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils  

Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)

Word Count: 1450

Note: When this came in, I was so excited! I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as ideas started to run wild. Or the entire time I was writing this. Thank you so much, sweetie, for sending this in. Hopefully, this is as wonderful as the fantastic imagination you have! For anybody else who has an idea, my requests are open, and all of my tag lists. Please enjoy this fic and share it along if you liked it!

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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”

There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.

“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”

“Not our fault.”

“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder. 

Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”

Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.

Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.

“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.

“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”

Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“

“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”

Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”

Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“

You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.

“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”

The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.

After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.

You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.

“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”

“Almost?” Roman chuckled.

You gasped and stepped back into attack position.

Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”

“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.

As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.

“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.

“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”

You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“

Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”

A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”

Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”

Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”

After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.

Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.

You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.

You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”

The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.

*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that. 

Masterlist 

Forever Tags: @allidoisreadsmut @blondekel77 @chambcrofechocs @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Marvel Tags: @anotherfashionandbeautyblog @solsticestorm @redstarstan @ggrubi @earinafae

WWE Tags: @1dluver13xx @a-home-for-stray-stories @ballins-princess @flightofthefantasies @kaleywwefan @mother-forker @neversatisfiedgirl @racheo91 @roman-reigns-princess @savmontreal @scuzmunkie @secretagentfangirl @thetherianthropydaily @wwe-smutfics  

[Plenty of room on all these lists! Let me know if you’d like to be included.]

Magnets and Home

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Snapshot of married life with Bucky Barnes and sharing it with your child.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N), son (Steven)

Warnings/Promises: FLUFF, married fluff, food mention

Word Count: 750 (hella short, but hella cute)

Note: Written for Father’s Day. And happy 500 posts! Please let me know if this made you squee. Tags and requests open as always. Enjoy!

It was unreasonably quiet when you got home. The keys clattering into the bowl by the door echoed in an unsettling way.

“Bucky? Steven?” You shed your shoes and tiptoed further into your home, hand on the gun hiding in the small of your back. Your stance relaxed as you found your family.

Bucky was asleep with your son curled up in his lap. Steven had his hand curled around part of his father’s shirt. He gets that from you. The matching tiny snores made you smile. You were able to take a quick picture before Bucky cracked an eye.

“Hi, baby.” He breathed deep and smirked at the small body on his chest. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” You looked around the room. “How was yours?” While you didn’t fear for your feet, there was an impressive spread of Legos in one corner. Apparently, there had once been a giant structure, though destined to either be structurally unsound or destroyed by a monster. What did confuse you was the collection of kitchen magnets on the coffee table.

“We were learning about magnets,” he chuckled. He froze as Steven stirred, but your son woke up anyway. When he saw you he jumped up and almost fell off the couch in his haste to get to you. He talked a mile a minute as you picked him up.

“Mommy! You missed it! We built a pillow fort, and a Lego castle, and then Daddy was the monster and knocked it over, and then he burned the grilled cheese, and then one of the magnets on the fridge fell off and stuck on his arm! When can we go see Uncle Tony?”

What? “Why would we be going to see Uncle Tony, honey?”

“Because Daddy said he has really big magnets. I think we might have to leave Daddy in the hallway so he doesn’t get stuck to the gen-ra-rators.” He wiggled out of your grasp and grabbed a few fridge letters. Between Bucky’s wrist and elbow, he lined them up, turning to you beaming. “See?” He continued to excitedly explain the fields surrounding the letters and how Bucky’s arm was stuck in it like a net.

Bucky pulled you down onto the couch. Steven went back to telling the story about the Legos while you leaned into Bucky. He kissed your forehead and rubbed up and down your arm. With a giggle, you moved the magnets around. Grabbing a few others, you spelled out ‘cat’ and ‘owls’. He rearranged to spell ‘taco’ but got stuck with the left-over consonants. You eased the frown off his face by nuzzling your noses together.

The moment was broken as Steven brought you two the tv remote, pleading for Little Einsteins. He plopped down and started to build a masterpiece. You retreated to the kitchen for a sneak make-out session. Bucky swallowed your moans and gripped your hips tighter. He pulled you close and you could feel his growing hard-on trapped between you.

“Mommy? What are we having for dinner?”

Bucky growled and rested his head on the wall behind you. “One of these days…”

“Hush,” you giggled. You wriggled out from under your husband despite his whine and leaned on the door frame. “I dunno, honey. What do you want?”

“Can we have grilled cheese again? Not burned this time?”

You coughed to cover up a laugh. Bucky faked looking betrayed, grinning the whole time. “How about this,” you offered, “BLTs with cheese? Perfectly toasted and melty?”

Steven crowed in victory and rolled around the Lego dinosaur he’d built. You walked past Bucky with a grin. He caught you before you could get to the fridge.

“Well, that answers where he gets his quick thinks from.” Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed the inside of your neck.

“Hmm. But he’s gonna be a looker like his Daddy.”

“I’ll teach him how to run away from shotguns once he comes home talking about crushes and the like.” He laughed as you swatted his arm.

Later when your son and husband were having a contest to see who could make the biggest string of cheese with their sandwich triangles, you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. All the missions past, all the ones yet to come, they all faded away in the overwhelming sensation of home. Bucky still had magnets on his arm. Steven was looking at him like he was the sun.

And you were more than happy to bask in the glow.

Masterlist 

Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Bucky/Marvel Tags: @ackles-got-snackles @alwaysenjoythelifeyoulive @angstybuckybarnes @animeroses318 @annabeth453 @aprilia91806111 @aprilovesyoutube @becauseimmaya @bucky-sempai @cassiopeia-evanstan @cheeky-5sos @claragtke @creatures4lyfe22 @curliesthood @derpypasta8811 @itchesandbitches @dobby-is-a-fr33-elff @dozydaisy @fab-notfat @fechicka @gofollowmrsmelaninhood @hail0ser @happily-beinghappy @hey-garrett-shut-up @iamwarrenspeace @imagines-for-shawn @infinity1321 @iwishyouwould @jimenezdenise @julynineteenninetyseven @just-another-dying-winchester @karipaleta @kotafrost @laurenmvs @matteblackvevo @mb2thompson @midnightsinger @millie67 @millie-saurus-rex @miss—mouse @mondaysmakemesad @mrgrytyrll @nerd-geek-reject @never-give-in-97 @otome-tomyheart @peculiar-child-x @petlaufeyson @plainphotographer @re2d2 @redstarstan @seamaiden @sebastianstancanfightme @s-e-rendipitous @sexyashmike @softwintersoldier @spacegaystrashcompactor @superwholocked221 @sweetnocturnaldreams @taliacorona @temprence-the-real-satan @thelittleinkedsoul @the-one-and-only-vampcake @the-original-emo-sister @unidentifiedanonfics @vdeylyn @vulcandragonfly @woolly-hat @xxsweet-little-666xx @youre-my-new-best-friend @yurikoxchan @zhelaniye-soldat @anotherfashionandbeautyblog @solsticestorm 

Keep Coming

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After a long recovery from the explosion, Steve works to ensure that the reader doesn’t take unnecessary risks again.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: previous injuries, physical therapy, SMUT, so much teasing, forced orgasm (1)

Word Count: 1700

Note: Damn, this got filthy real quick. Reblogs and comments much appreciated. Tag lists and requests open as always. Please enjoy!

Part 1: Come Back to Me 

“No, Tony. I do not want thrusters in my braces.” You moved as quickly as you could on the crutches. It wasn’t enough.

“Just hear me out-“

“No, Tony. Didn’t Pepper have you doing something?” Keeping your best straight face, you watched Tony quickly descend into panic. He rushed off without another word, the debate about possible prosthetics forgotten.

Not that you needed prosthetics. The injuries from the blast had severed some nerves. You tried not to remember waking up from your two-week coma not being able to feel your legs. No pins and needles, no ice, not even phantom limb. Nothing. One Steve had calmed you down, Clint was able to talk you into trying the pod that saved his life during Sokovia. In theory, it should have instantaneous to walk again. Instead, it led to months of therapy while the team continued to work. Between missions, Steve was always by your side giving you a hand when you needed it and hanging back when you wanted to walk on your own.

“Who won the battle?” Steve walked in and dropped some files in a nearby table.

“I did by distraction. Steve, honey, the next time I’m spouting nonsense about wanting to chop my legs off instead of having to go through therapy, please make sure Tony’s not in the room. He can take things too literally when he’s itching to build something.”

Steve chuckled. “I think the ‘real’ ideas came later. At the beginning, Tony was just being…”

“Tony,” you said together.

You worried your bottom lip. “Are you busy?”

“No. What do you need?”

The deep breath did nothing to calm your nerves. “I want to try.”

He sighed. “Are you sure? You’ve made great progress, and there’s no need to rush anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as you nodded. “Okay. Goal to beat?”

“Ten steps.”

Steve nodded and took his position a few feet away. You steadied yourself, then put your crutches to one side. The first step was always the hardest. He was always close enough to catch you if you stumbled but stayed just out of reach. You tried not to think about how much you hated having to learn how to walk again. You couldn’t count either. Steve said that was his job. You didn’t look behind or to either side to see how far you moved. Only at Steve.

“Come on, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath, “keep coming, baby. You’re doing so good.” He bumped into a table and had to redirect your course around it. It was the first curve in the therapy, so you had to move slower. “Good, good. You’ve got it.”

Your knees wobbled, and Steve rushed forward to catch you.

“How many?”

“Fifteen,” Steve beamed. “And a curve. That’s good, Y/N. Really good.” He picked you up and sat you in the Segway-chair Tony got you for when you tired of the crutches.

“Can we get ice cream now?” It was easy to sway him. A twinge of whine in your voice and a slight pout. Not much at all.

Steve huffed with a smile. “And you accuse me of puppy-dog eyes. Let’s go.”

The glare from your bedside lamp cast long shadows across your bedspread as Steve tucked you in. You fiddled with the top hem.

“If you keep biting your bottom lip like that, you’re going to lose it one day.” Steve sat on the bed next to your hip and took your hands. “What’s on your mind?”

“Can you stay? Tonight?” You gave his hand a squeeze. “I miss… you.” Puppy dog eyes were not necessary, but you tried anyway. It sent a thrill through you to see his eyes darken and glisten.

He placed your hands over each other on your stomach, then placed his hands on top. “You’re still healing.”

“Please, Steve,” you whined. You leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed back on your shoulder until you were reclined on the pillow. “I took fifteen steps today. By myself! Well, with you guiding me.” You bit your bottom lip and dipped your head. He tipped your gaze back up to him and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

“But are you really?” Steve rubbed up and down your arms before taking your hands and placing them on either side of your head. “Because we really need to talk about-“

“I was supposed to have back-up before doing anything dangerous. But, if I recall, I did call for back-up and nobody came. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just let the-“

“Device go off and destroy the world. I know. There wasn’t time.” Steve sighed. “You did what you had to. It’s just… I… I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He released your hands to cup your face.

You placed your hands over his. “You were never going to lose me.” You turned your head to kiss his palm. “Now this discussion is all well and good, but I believe you still owe me a reward for topping my best score.” A giggle escaped you, accompanied by a sly smirk. “So, what did I win?”

Steve chuckled. “The world. If you can handle it.” Any reply you could have made faded into whimpering. His fingers worked through the fabric of your tank top to bring your nipples to attention. You arched further into his touch, but he pulled back the sheet and pressed down on your stomach to keep you level. If you weren’t supposed to move, that was going to be difficult as his touch grazed across your stomach. Your top was soon gone and his focus moved to teasing the top of your sleeping shorts. Instead of pulling them down, he trailed his fingers across your thighs making your skin break out in goosebumps. You waited with baited breath as his ministrations inched closer and closer to the heat building between your thighs. You swallowed a triumphant moan as he finally reached under and grazed your slick folds.

With a matching groan, you hummed his name and smiled while Steve nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Nothing underneath, Y/N? How long were you planning this?”

“Since I woke up.”

He had to press down on your stomach again as he eased in one teasing digit. With the second, once it was equally coated, he spread your arousal up to your clit. You closed your eyes, focusing on not moving. You even kept them closed as he pulled down your shorts and spread your thighs further apart. Lost in the sensations, you missed all the signals that Steve was positioning himself between them. The first kiss on your pelvis made you jolt. The second kiss was on your inner thigh, followed up by the light scrape of his teeth. The third kiss hovered over your sex while you held your breath, stealing it completely away with contact. His fingers began to curl in and out of you. He sucked at your clit, alternating the rhythm opposite of his fingers.

You were teetering on the edge. Skin aflame. Breathing shallow. Eyes half-lidded. You forced your eyes open in time to see Steve’s wicked grin right before he sucked hard on your clit while curling his fingers into the perfect spot. He watched while you fell apart calling his name. You heard clothes hitting the floor. He hummed against your skin as he crawled up your body. You turned your head so he had more access to your neck. He licked the shell of your ear, then sucked his fingers clean. You shivered.

With a growl he rolled onto his back, taking you with him.

“That was your reward. Now, about the mission.”

“Steve, baby, I’ve said all… ooh.” You fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. His hips rolled up to yours while his warm hands blazed against your hips. “That wasn’t fair,” you said. You gasped as he pulled you forward along his length. You wanted to do it again, Steve made sure you couldn’t.

“We’re just getting started, doll.”

He lifted you up and teased the head of his cock through your folds. Despite your death grip on his wrist, he maintained his own plan and kept the pace of his choosing. He moaned as you scraped your nails down his chest but stayed in control. When you were fully seated, he held you down and panted as your walls adjusted.

Whimpering, you begged. “Please-“

You cried out as he thrust. Your world dissolved into the hard strokes, the wanton noises coming from both of you, and the strong desire to move as quickly as possible. Yet still, Steve maintained the pace. Neither speeding up nor slowing down.

“You feel so good, doll,” he murmured. The praise made your skin flush. “I’ve missed seeing you like this. Blissed out of your mind. All mine.” He grounded you down on his pelvis again, making you blubber weakly. “You’ve been doing so good. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk much tomorrow.”

He began again. Thrusting as fast and relentless as you could handle. When he started to spin lazy circles into your clit as well, your body went rigid down to your toes. You couldn’t relax as Steve kept moving.

“Keep coming. You’re doing so good. One more.” Steve’s thrusts were becoming erratic. The frenzy of him sent you quickly into another spiral that sent your eyes rolling back. He caught you as you fell forward and pulled out to shoot his load between you.

Any other night you would have loved to clean him up, but tonight you settled for the lazy kiss he gave you. Hazily you felt him wipe of your stomach and tuck you back in. A minute later he shimmied under the covers next to you.

“No more putting yourself into danger?”

“I dunno,” you rolled to face away from him. “I can’t say I’m convinced not to if my punishment is that enjoyable.”

Before you could reach for the light, Steve wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back against his torso. “Then I guess I’ll have to try again and really drill it into you.”

Masterlist 

Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Steve Rogers/Marvel Tags: @02queenk @5secondsofcraziness @anbrax5553 @anotherfashionandbeautyblog @bubbleteaproduction @castiel-ships-wincest @crazy-girl2196 @damned-british-men @dont-trust-humanity

@elisa-ramirez14 @fandomsinthecloset @fuckinxqueenx @fxckincarter @geekyweed @ggrubi @gray-100 @holyshitijust @iamwarrenspeace @idontknow-canyou @jolienoel @kaya-west @lolnotdealingwiththat @lost-in-the-stories @lustendreams @making-the-most-0f-it @marajadeknight @marvelbase001 @melinatabea @running-with-walri @shadow257 @spaceprincessofmanygalaxies @stilledimperfections @tattooedanddepressed @temprence-the-real-satan @theavengersandme @thebrielove @theperksofme99 @tincanner @unidentifiedanonfics @verdonafrost @whereeverythingisbetter @writerofplum @anotherfashionandbeautyblog @solsticestorm @fanaticcrazaaaygarl @ustniall @kmslowlylol @dopeybubbles @woodworthti666 @earinafae @chaoticminyoongi @crazy-girl2196 @castiel-ships-wincest @hamsterforlive @nerdiemonsterdo @bonnibelbubbleglob @mariah-notcarey17 @purpleflowerlover @clean-and-claire @ratherkissawookie @shadow257 @melinatabea  @verdonafrost @anbrax5553 @fandomsinthecloset 

When in Paris

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Prompt: Hi could I please have a Loki fic where he and reader make love in various public places in Paris ending in the top of the Eiffel Tower dom!loki please? {And:} Hi may I have a dom!Loki fic where he and reader are in Paris and he takes her in very public places?

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, public smut, smut protected by magic, risk of being seen, language, Loki being Loki, slight overstimulation, fluff ending

Word Count: 2560

Note: This is an incredibly naughty fic. It may be the city of romance, but I do not condone trying out these places in such a way. Except maybe the first one if it’s dark enough outside that you are hidden. Thank you to the anon(s) for this request! As always, my requests and tag lists are open, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

When you woke up the first time, your face was smashed into an unfamiliar pillow and Loki was tightly hugging you from behind. His breathing was even, still in the clutches of blissful sleep. You breathed deep and turned too curl into his chest. The glance of the room wasn’t enough to tell you anything more about your location, but Loki was there. You were safe.

The second time you woke up, Loki was stroking your face. His whispered voice humming your name finished pulling you out of your sleep. You hummed back and buried your face further into his chest. It was brighter. You were not ready to deal with it just yet.

“Come, love. I have a surprise for you.”

“Does the surprise explain why we’re not at home?” You suppressed a smile as Loki swallowed covertly. Busted.

“It does. And I think you will like it.” He pushed a curl out of your face and waited. When you still refused to open your eyes, Loki made do.

“Ow!” You glared at him and rubbed at your forehead where he’d poked you.

“Next will be the covers.” His grin promised that he would stay true to his word. He chuckled when you groaned and sat up against the backboard with you.

It looked like an apartment. It was painted light blue with gold accents and there were bright red roses in the various vases around the room. The matching drapes fluttered in the window, drawing your attention to the cool breeze wafting into the room. A Loki double shimmered nearby and pulled back the fabric. Outside you could make out a faint skyline, though the distance obscured your vision.

“Is that?” You gasped. “Is that Paris?” Before Loki could answer, you toppled him over in the bed with a flurry of kisses. You both laughed as Loki tried to speak through your delighted interruptions.

“You. Said. You always. Wanted to come.” Loki flipped you and pinned your arms beside your head.

“I like my surprise,” you said, beaming. A confused squeal erupted from your lips as Loki tugged you from the bed and carried you to the window and stood you against the outside wall. The confusion turned to fright as he tugged down your sleeping shorts. “What are you-“ Loki silenced you with a nip to your inner thigh. You knew exactly what he was doing. “We’ll be seen.”

Loki growled. “Your surprise is not complete. Now take it like a good girl and stand there. If you can manage it.” He didn’t let you argue and continued nipping at your thigh. He scratched his nails up your legs to your hips. When he had you pinned firmly to the wall, he nosed your stance wider and began to lap at your center. You moaned and bucked down towards his ministrations, clamping your hand over your mouth. He stopped. “We are several floors above the square. If they hear you, it will mean you are truly enjoying yourself. Relax. It’s all part of the surprise.”

You uncovered your mouth just in time to sigh something along the lines of ‘Yes sir’ as Loki added his long fingers to your pleasure. He curled and twisted them, relishing in the squelching and your breathless sighs. Your thighs began to tremble on either side of his face. To balance you, he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, steadying you with his kneeling position. His slurping grew louder as you clawed frantically at his shoulders. At the edge of your vision, you could see the Eiffel tower, but your vision rolled into the back of your head as Loki roughly thumbed at your clit. You quaked against the wall as the orgasm washed over you. He hummed in delighted success and carried you back to the bed once your shivers had receded.

With a snap of his fingers, you were cleaned up and dressed in the matching set of underwear that was his favorite. You got up and swayed your hips on the way to the closet. “Did you happen to bring any clothes for me to wear?”

Loki leaned against the headboard. “I considered only bringing this beautiful selection and then clothing you with magic for the day. But if you drive me to distraction, as you do, I don’t want to share the sight of you with the other tourists.” He chuckled as you opened the closet doors to reveal a few of your sundresses. “Lady’s choice.”

You smirked at him and chose one of the longer ones with a heavier hem than the rest. Hopefully, today wouldn’t be too breezy. A hum of excitement settled into your skin. You were in Paris. And you were wearing clothes that could be ‘easily accessed.’

After pulling your hair back, Loki whisked you out the door and began your tour. He knew your list well. He promised the trip was going to be for multiple days, so places like the Louvre could happen later. Around mid-day, you arrived at Versailles. When the majestic palace drove into view, you gripped Loki’s hand tight and didn’t let go for most of the tour. It was everything you had hoped it would be. Beautiful and with a sad story, and so filled with a history that you spilled out to Loki with every chance you took.

The Hall of Mirrors came into view. It was crowded but emptied out by a lot as a tour group left. Loki tugged you into a corner and pinned you between him and the mirrors. He placed a finger on your lips and closed his eyes in concentration. A bubble like a two-way mirror surrounded you from floor to ceiling. Outside of it, you could see doubles of Loki and yourself reading a pamphlet. Inside the bubble, Loki sucked on your neck.

“You will have to be quiet here,” he whispered. “This magic is not soundproof. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You in return angled your head up to give him more access to your throat.

“Good girl,” he hummed. “You are allowed to make yourself cum, though I suggest you do it quickly. Your dress has been an inspiration.”

He put light pressure on your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. You reached up and undid the front of his pants and helped his length out into the open. With an arched eyebrow, he encouraged you to take it into your mouth. His jaw clenched as you followed his silent command and he gripped your hair tightly. Looking up past him, you could see yourself reflected all around you in the mirrors protected by the magic. Outside, the crowd was oblivious to your actions. You reached under your skirt with the thrill of it, moaning around Loki at how wet you were.

Loki growled in pleasure and warning. A patron standing outside looked around for the noise, then continued on their way. You moved faster. It was a bit of a challenge to keep quiet bobbing back and forth on Loki’s cock. You swallowed as you grazed over your clit. The jolt almost sent Loki off balance, but he didn’t seem to care. With a start, you wondered if his magic would hold if you ‘distracted’ him. You moved your fingers under your skirt faster. Loki’s grip on your shoulder and your hair tightened and his mouth was parted with silent panting. Your movements on him slowed as you reached your second peak of the day. His green eyes were bright and stayed on you, glinting with delight. They clamped shut as his cum filled your mouth. You swallowed it down, careful not to spill a drop.

When you were finished, he helped you to your feet and straightened your dress. He took your fingers into his mouth and sucked your essence off them. With another snap of his fingers, your hair was righted, his clothes were straightened, and the juncture of your thighs were warm as is he had cleaned you up with a warm towel. The doubles turned their backs to you and you walked into them, them fading into you as Loki’s magic ended. The rest of Versailles was the same as the beginning, but Loki’s hand on your hip or the small of your back reminded you of what else the day might hold.

It was getting dark. While there were still a few days to get there, you were kind of disappointed that Loki hadn’t led you to the place at the top of your list. You trusted his plan but still wanted to have that moment on the first day.

You were finishing a midnight dessert when Loki took your hand and led you into an alley. It was too dark to see where you were going, but you felt he ground change beneath your feet from stone to metal. When you emerged from the other side, the skyline was below you. You stepped away from Loki and moved around in the space. After a few seconds of observation, you ran back to him and jumped into his arms.

“You didn’t forget!”

“Of course not, love.” Loki kissed you on the tip of your nose, smiling as you scrunched up your face. “We’re coming again tomorrow so you can see Paris in the daylight, but I wanted to give you the nighttime view without the crowd. Enjoy.”

He let you go and tried to keep up a you hurried from one view to another on top of the Eiffel Tower. Eventually, he gave up and stood in one corner of the platform. Though you couldn’t see it, he watched you with a blissful smile as you rushed to absorb the view as much as possible. It amused him that you couldn’t seem to see enough of the lights of Paris. Normally the light pollution would prevent seeing the stars too, but that is what magic is for. He chuckled as you crashed into him; your breathing was rushed, and your face flushed despite the cool night air.

“Do you like your surprise?” he asked. You could only hum in delight as you continued to soak up the experience. He stood behind you at the railing, watching the city below while resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand resting on your hip trailed forward over your stomach, making your breath hitch. “Do you have enough for one more?”

You groaned and leaned back into him. “Yes, Loki.” You jumped as he lightly slapped the top of your thigh. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now stand still.” He reached under the front of your skirt and teased his fingers at the top of your panties. His touch grazed over your clothed sex, making you buck into his hand. His breath was hot on the back of your neck. You keened as he kept his touch on the outside of the fabric, still managing to work you up until he could feel your arousal through it. He nipped at your neck and sucked on your pulse point. Already you were so close. Loki knew you so well and knew how to play your sensations like a lustful instrument.

When he finally touched your heated skin you gasped at his freezing touch. “Loki,” you said, biting down on your lip. You gripped the railing hard enough for your knuckles to lighten.

“Be loud for me darling. Let go as much as you like.” His voice dipped into a promising growl. “Tell me how much you are enjoying your pleasure.”

You let out a surprised squeak as he snapped his fingers to make your clothes disappear. A shiver of thrill shot through you, making you giggle. You were naked on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Leave it to Loki to take your wildest dreams to greater heights.

He had your full attention once again as his skin pressed against yours. His length was pressed into your backside. You arched under the touch of his lips kissing their way across your shoulder blades even as he dipped his fingers into your sex. He chuckled at your sad cry as he pulled them away. The emptiness was replaced by a series of short thrusts until he bottomed out. Your grip on the railing almost failed as your body fluttered around him.

Warm shivers spread through your body as Loki ran his hands down either side your spine to grasp your hips. The first collision made you both cry out. He kept his pace erratic. Random. Even as you attempted to push back against him to find some rhythm, Loki kept control. The pace stayed slow for what seemed like an eternity. Loki reached around and played equally slow circles into your clit.

“Please,” you moaned.

“Oh, do you want something, pet?”

“Fuck me, sir. Need you.”

“Is that so?” Loki’s laugh rumbled as you whimpered. “Ask again. Nicely.” He gave a swat to your ass, then kneading the sting away.

“Please, sir. Fuck me. Like only you can. Please, please, please.”

You broke off with a mangled breath. Loki did what you asked, setting a ruthless pace. That icy fire raced from your heart through your body, jolting with each touch to your clit. The lights of the city below blurred and blinked in and out as you fought to keep your eyes open. Loki’s breathing was ragged above you. Though your legs threatened to collapse, you did your best to push back to meet him. His grip tightened to the possible bruising point on your hips. Leaning down, he bit at the top of your shoulder and sucked hard enough that there would be a bruise in the morning. Your heart was pumping so fast it felt like it might fly out of your chest at any second, but your orgasm ripped through you first. With your walls clamping down on him, Loki’s high-pitched whine mingled with you shouting his name. He kept moving, chasing his release even as your body tried to wriggle away from the overstimulation. He finally stilled, coating your walls with his cum, making you shudder with each spurt.

Both of you fought to catch your breath. When you had found yours, Loki turned you around and stole it away again with a deep kiss.

Loki lifted you into his arms and carried you in the direction of the portal. For a split second, you worried that he was going to walk back into the earlier alley and come out with a still-naked you at the same café. You sighed slightly in relief as the apartment came into view. He placed you on the bed and joined you a few minutes after cleaning you up by hand and making sure you had some water.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You were confused. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? You were the one who gave me the surprise.”

“You gave me equal joy in letting me be a part of your excitement for this city. You are one of a kind, darling.” He kissed your forehead and helped you wiggle closer to his chest. You were asleep soon with your steady breathing giving warm puffs to his chest. Loki watched you sleep with a small smile on his face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb for a while before dropping off to sleep too.

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Fire and Ice

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Loki awakens to find himself tied to the bed and under the reader’s control. But in the throes of passion, magic bindings are fickle.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bondage, oral (female receiving), wax play, ice play, orgasm denial (game), Master/Mistress dominating (switching back and forth), in other words: super kinky [and I am not sorry]

Word Count: 1950

Note: This fic incredibly inspired by Gaelforce’s “Revenge” recording. I highly recommend his other works; visit his patreon too. I put my own spin on it, so please let me know what you think whether you listened to Gaelforce’s audio or not. If you have a request or would like to be added to a tag list, shoot me a message! Now please enjoy!

It was hard waiting at the end of the bed. Loki was still asleep, surprisingly. The late hour of the morning was one thing. That he had not stirred while you used magic around him, quite another. You were growing impatient, so you magicked his clothes away, though leaving the sheets in place. You weren’t a cruel goddess.

Loki sighed as the cool air hit his once covered shoulders. He tried to reach for the covers, then his eyes snapped open when he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, glancing over your invisible form.

“Y/N?” he called out. The slight twinge of panic in his voice faded as he recognized your sigils on the cuffs keeping his arms spread to the bedposts. “Y/N, I am sure you have exquisite plans for this, but the bindings are unnecessary.” He dropped his voice to the low growl he knew would make you rub your thighs together. “Let me go. You know how well you will be pleasured if you do.”

You sucked in a breath, feeling the first pools of arousal. With a red shimmer, your invisibility faded away. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw your dark green lace apparel that really hid nothing but sheltered the important parts. It had a plunging neckline, no back, and a short skirt that ended at your mid-thigh with a slit to one side. The outfit he knew had repairable rip-able seams. He moved to say something, but you hurried to place your finger on his lips.

“Are you up for a challenge, pet?” His head tilted at you using his name for you, but he nodded. “Do not cum. I will not either. The first to do so loses.”

Loki grinned. “And what will I win?” he said, kissing your finger.

You leaned in close to his face and licked the shell of his ear. “Whatever you desire, my love.” Loki growled and turned to kiss you but you moved away quickly. “Do we have an accord?”

“Yes, pe- gah.” Loki flinched as you materialized a riding crop and lightly tapped him on his chest. He caught his breath. “Yes… Mistress.”

You smirked and began. 

With a sigh, you brought the crop up under your skirt. Loki’s eyes watched it while you ran it through your folds, obscured by the lace. When you brought back into the open, the black leather was glistening with your slick. Loki arched an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly and held out his tongue. He eagerly sucked on the leather until he had licked it all away, moaning and licking his lips.

“You taste divine, Mistress. May I have more?”

You obliged, this time pulling the skirt up so he could watch exactly how the crop parted your folds and collected his next taste. Again, Loki made pleased sounds until he was finished.

Loki eased into the mattress as you magicked away obstructing pillows and lengthened the chains on his wrists. After pulling the sheets back to his waist, you slid the crop up his stomach, flicking it lightly between his pectorals. Loki grunted. His chest heaved with shuddered breaths as you tapped him again though closer to his nipple. You grazed your nails along the same path the riding crop had taken, ending with gripping his chin and leaning down for a kiss. Though you were supposed to be in control, you allowed his tongue to dominate in your mouth. You moaned, then remembered the role you were playing.

You broke away and ran the crop along the side of his face. “Would you like a taste from the source, love?”

Loki gripped at the chains. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.

You smiled and mounted his chest. Loki’s eyes gleamed. You could feel how his muscles contracted under you while you stayed just out of reach.

“Please?” he asks.

Close enough. You slid forward so he could flatten his tongue against your lips. He gave your clit a chaste kiss. You moaned and gripped the headboard until your knuckles changed color as he began to suck and lap his way into making you lose the challenge. It was difficult to keep a reign on the sensations coursing through you, but you managed. Even as Loki licked as deeply as his tongue could reach into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips forward into Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, you felt your defenses wavering. Your grip on the headboard was soon no longer in your control as your magic failed on Loki, and his shimmered around your wrists.

“Loki?” you panted.

He did not move at first. Instead, his eyes glinted and he ran a cold finger up your thigh. With a gentle push, he rolled you onto your back, the magic keeping your arms above your head and immovable from the headboard.

“It is a challenge, pet. Surely a challenge includes advances from both sides?”

“I thought you were doing fine with me riding your-“ you fell off into a whimper as Loki harshly groped at your breasts through the fabric. Loki continued his ministrations, gentler, until your nipples were stiff peaks. He pushed the lace to one side and dipped down to take one into his mouth. He leaned back with a chuckle as you arched closer to him.

“Do we have an accord? Pet?” Again he used his cold touch, running it up your stomach between your breasts, touching nothing that would satisfy you.

“Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrow arched. “Yes, Master.”

He hummed in approval and cupped his hands one over the other. When they separated a minute later, there was a small cube of ice. He held it up so you could see it sparkle in the morning light.

“Let’s see how quickly it melts,” he toyed.

Your breath hitched as he ran it across your collarbone. He followed the trail of water with his mouth, warming you, then drawing the ice across your skin again. He pulled the cube down between your breasts, then under them, always following with his mouth. A shiver ran through you as he brought the cube up to your nipples, circling them and teasing them further. Loki shifted to keep one leg between your thighs, denying you the ability to relieve yourself. You found a way though by rubbing up and down on his thigh.

Loki chuckled. “Getting desperate, pet? Do you want more?”

“Please, Master. Yes.” Your breath caught in your throat as your garment shimmered away with a flick of his wrist. Loki cupped the cube, refreshing it, then trailed it down your stomach. The closer he got to your sex, the more sensitive your skin became. Soon you were shivering and covered in chill bumps. Loki’s warm breath did nothing but heighten the sensation.

He noticed your distress and took the cube into his mouth. Leaning across you and giving you his body heat, he kissed you. The cold passed on to your lips and your tongue. He kissed up the side of your face to the sweet spot behind your ear. You took the chance to roll your hips into hard length, reminding him of the prize.

“All in good time, pet.” Loki kissed you as the last of the cube melted away on your tongue. It turned from playful to starving.

You felt the magic on your wrists slipping away, but you held your pose until it disappeared completely. When Loki continued to be distracted by your lips, you dragged your nails down his back. He gasped, but you flipped him in the bed and pinned his wrists on either side with just your grip.

“My turn. But do not move.” You sat on the edge of the bed and summoned one of the candles sitting in your reading nook. With a snap, you had fire at your fingertips. You stood and poured the first drop of melted wax onto the inside of your arm. It made you hiss with pain and pleasure, and Loki to groan at the sight. You placed it on the side table within Loki’s sight.

While the candle began to pool under the flames, you summoned a bottle from your vanity. You spread some of the contents onto your hands, then began to rub them onto Loki’s torso. The Asgardian oil would protect him from the wax, but also once warmed by it would seep into his skin as an aphrodisiac. It would fill the air too, giving you the same soaring effects. The game had just gotten more difficult for the both of you.

His gaze followed your movements as you took up the candle. You tipped it enough for only one drop of wax to fall onto his chest. Loki arched with a groan. You let two more drop, one above the other making a line between his pecs. His breathing was ragged. The next few drops landed further down on his stomach, leaving small trails as they ran to either side of his torso. You moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting on his thighs. Loki’s breathing quickened further as the drops of wax sank closer to where his cock was sitting up on his stomach. It twitched as a drop landed centimeters from the tip.

You sent the candle to the nightstand and braced yourself on Loki’s chest. Biting your lip, you thrust your hips forward to coat his cock in your leaking arousal. You sighed and guided it into your pussy, sinking onto it slowly. You gave a cry as Loki thrust, finishing sheathing himself fully. He smirked at you but kept his hands where you told him to. You smirked back, rotating your hips. The build of sensitivity made you shudder. You clenched your walls around Loki’s length, making him growl, then began to move up and down.

Between the fullness within you, Loki’s grunts and pants, the aphrodisiac filling the air, the sound of Loki snapping his hips up to meet yours, and the ice-hot fire racing through your veins, your senses were overrun. You anchored through the frantic beating of your heart by digging your nails into his chest. His whole body shuddered, passing the sensation onto you.

Loki growled and refused to hold position any longer. He grabbed your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. You didn’t care; you were to far gone. You continued to not care as Loki controlled the pace, pulling you down to match his thrusts and repeatedly impaling you on his cock. Loki gasped in triumph when he twisted his hips and found your shrieking spot. Your vision blurred and your body shivered all over. Loki faltered into desperate erratic movements, lengthening his thrusts into deep draws that took your breath away.

With a guttural cry, your vision whited out completely. Loki’s mirroring shout sounded far away, but no less powerful than yours.

When you came back into a fuller understanding of consciousness, Loki was stroking your hair. His chest was heaving, taking your draped body with it.

“Who won the challenge, pet?” he murmured.

“I’m not sure. Too close to tell I think.” You sighed. Your eyelids shut like heavy gates, attempting to seal you inside sleep. But you were too cheeky at the moment for that. “When we have both recovered, shall we try again?”

Loki chuckled. “I shall never recover from you.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against yours. “Sleep, Y/N. I shall be here when you wake.”

You were half asleep when you heard the rest of his promise whispered into your ear.

“Whether your limbs will be free is yet to be seen.”

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Come Back to Me

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff

Word Count: 1920

Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.

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“Cap, something is wrong.”

Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.

“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.

“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.

One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.

You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.

The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.

The panel turned red and started to flash.

With a string of curses, the woman punched you hard on your jawline and ran down the hill.

“It’s going to blow, team,” you coughed. “Find cover.” There wasn’t time to disarm it, but you hoped you had enough time to crawl away to the hollowed car further down the slope.

You didn’t.

The gunfire and sounds over the com receded past the ringing point as the machine gave the sky one last burst of white light. You went spinning through the air as the concussive blast exploded outwards. Faintly you felt pieces of the machine scraping across your skin, then searing pain in your chest. Your vision went dark.

“Hold still!” Steve laughed as you pulled a petulant face. “Come on, Y/N. If you don’t stop fidgeting I won’t be able to finish the sketch.”

“I thought you were faster than this,” you moaned. Despite your complaining, you resolved your body to stay still with a huff. “Why are we doing this again?”

Steve grinned and continued drawing. “I believe you said something along the line of ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’ I don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a French girl, but when it comes to you, perfection demands perfection. So, hold still; I’m almost done.”

You fought off a different kind of moan as Steve bit his bottom lip. His brow was creased with concentration. Every once in a while, you saw his blue eyes as he looked up to your posed form, then back to the paper. He smudged some of the charcoal with his pinkie, tilting his head to get the shading just right.

“Okay. Yes.” Steve stood and walked to sit on the edge of the couch next to you. It looked like less of a sketch and more like a black and white photograph with slightly blurry edges. “I still don’t think I got perfect-“

“It’s wonderful Steve.”

The praise brought a light pink into the tops of his cheeks. He gave your forehead a lingering kiss and moved to continue down to your lips. But your stomach growled.

“Seriously?” You fell back into the throw pillows and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You did interrupt the idea of dinner.”

“I guess I did. But I wanted to capture the image of you just like this.”

“I really need to teach you how to use a camera.”

“But if I did, then…” The doorbell rang. “…then the pizza I called for while grabbing my stuff wouldn’t have had time to get here.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re wonderful, you know that.”

“Always good to hear. Grab the plates? I’ve got the rest.”

“Has anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the frantic hope he could find you. The junkyard was on fire and anything metal hit by the blast was glowing with the same green light as the sky.

“The last I saw her she was close to the machine,” Tony replied.

Steve thanked him and headed in your direction.

Nat caught the basketball you passed. She dribbled it for a few steps, then threw it back to you for the point. You both gave a crow of victory while Steve and Bucky groaned. The two-on-two was first to spell ‘agent’ scoring on the opposite team to decide which team was going to write up the paperwork for the next three missions. So far, the guys had ‘a’ and ‘g’ while you and Nat only had ‘t’ to go.

“You know,” Bucky said, “if we get stuck with the paperwork, you guys will complain. Can’t cuddle, watch a movie and write.”

“Perhaps,” you said, eyeing Nat.

“But we’ve got that worked out. I’ve got a friend coming in to teach the two of us belly dancing.”

With a giggle, you two began to undulate your hips. The guys shared a look.

“So, do we want to lose or not?” Steve’s gaze came back to your hips. “Either way we win in the end. No paperwork or private dances?”

Bucky sucked in a breath as Nat curled her fingers at him. “If you two had told us the plan earlier, we could have made it easier to for you to win.”

You both snorted. “No you couldn’t,” you said in unison.

“Fine.” Bucky motioned for the ball and you all got into position. “For all the marbles.”

Bucky faked to Steve, but Nat saw through him and stole the ball. You twisted behind Steve and caught her toss. A second later you tossed it back so she could score. The guys didn’t seem to put out by their loss.

“Like Bucky said,” Steve panted, “either way we were going to win in the end.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” You backed away from him while swaying your hips. “I might save my first demonstration for that Hydra banker I’m supposed to distract. Have fun filling out that paperwork.” You squealed as Steve ran after you.

“Get back here,” he growled. He caught you easily and whispered into your ear, “your wiles are for my eyes only. You wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Get a room!” Nat called out. It never failed to make Steve blush, despite the hot warning just seconds before.

“We will,” you said. “Got to use up all the hot water too with our win.”

“No!” the guys groaned. You and Nat laughed, sharing the look agreeing to leave them a little.

“She’s not here, no, wait. I think I see her.” Steve shaded his eyes against the flames. The blast had crushed the junk into the former paths through the yard, creating a wrangled metal wall around the blast zone. Through a gap in the metal, he saw a huddled form slumped on the opposite side of the circle. His com crackled.

“Steve,” you croaked.

“I’m on my way, Y/N.” He stepped back to look at the wall for hand and footholds. “Hang on.”

“Steve. Steeeeve.” You scooted closer to him, sighing in pleasure as his body heat washed over you. He inhaled deeply and wiggled further under the blankets. “Steve, baby. It’s morning.” You ran your finger down his nose, grinning when he scrunched it.

“So?” he mumbled.

“Hold me. I want to go back to sleep. It’s cold on my side of the bed.” You smiled in victory as he picked his arm up so you could lay next to him. You fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until Steve’s alarm went off. You grumbled about how it was Saturday.

“Sorry. Forgot to unset it from last week.” You whined when he twisted back to turn off the beeping, taking the warmth with him. “Shh. I’m back.” He tightened his arm around your waist. “Can’t leave my girl cold in the morning.”

Your eyes cracked open with a thought. “Does it ever bother you? That I’m cold all the time?”

Steve opened his eyes too. “Not one bit. Makes me feel needed to the one person I care about the most.” Steve leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours. “To me, you are the most important person.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Steve’s voice pulled you back up into consciousness. “We’ve go to get you out of here. Tony’s suit is out of commission, and the jet is too big to get in here. Can you walk?”

“Maybe.” You lowered your arms from your chest to brace against what you were leaning on. Steve’s gasp of anguish made you look down. A steel rod was poking out of your chest. “Oh,” you groaned. “That’s why everything hurts.”

“Tony. I can’t get her out by myself. Send me anything you’ve got.” He grimaced. “We’re going to get you home. You’re going to be okay.”

“I know. I trust you.” Your vision blurred, and your head fell back. Steve squeezed your hand, waking you up again.

“Oh, no. Stay with me, Y/N.”

“Yes, sir.” You grinned cheekily at him. “I’m ready for round two. Just give the order.”

“Your order is to stay awake.” Steve grinned too, though you could still see the fear in his eyes.

A wave of pain coursed through you, making your knees sag. The aching in your chest increased as you leaned heavier on the bar. Steve pulled you back up, but your vision was spotting again.

“I’ll do my best, Cap,” you said through gritted teeth. Your lips were coated with blood when you coughed. The pain became too much and you slipped out of consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Steve hesitated to touch you, but he gave your shoulders a quick shake. “Tony, where are you guys? Y/N?”

The jet hovering overhead created a mini windstorm, but Steve kept his focus on you, willing you to open your eyes.

“Come back to me, Y/N. Please.”

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Starting off the Year Right

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The reader is wearing knee-high socks left over from Christmas. Bucky decides to put the text on them to the test.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: morning Bucky, fluff, SMUT, slight over-stimulation, squirting

Word Count: 1150

Note: How are everyone’s resolutions holding up? Staying hydrated and being good, or have a few of you slipped into misbehaving? Either way, here is a playful fluffy smut fic with Bucky. If you want to be added to any of my tag lists, or if you have a request, shoot me a message publically or privately. Now, please enjoy!

The new base was still taking a little getting used to. Tony had done his best to give the kitchen a similar layout to the kitchen in the tower, but several things had moved around. Such as the placement of the coffee mugs.

When you found them, you groaned. Being the short one on the team was really a bummer sometimes. They were on the top shelf where only tall, telekinetic, hovering-capable, or gymnastically gifted people could reach them. You had none of those qualities. You were the team’s analyst. Looking for improvements in team-work took a human touch over the all-tech, all-Tony invention approach. Analysts didn’t have a height requirement or a super training regiment. And it meant you stayed behind when they went on a mission. Which was why you were doing your best to climb up onto the counter when Bucky walked into the kitchen.

“Well good morning to me,” he mumbled. Bucky had gotten home late last night from a side mission. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, and he was only wearing low-hanging sweatpants. He chuckled as you turned back towards the cabinet to get your coffee cup. “Need some help, Doll?”

“No, I’ve got it.” You hopped off the counter in triumph. But looking around the counter, you couldn’t find another thing. Slowly you looked up, and sure enough, the coffee grounds were on the second to top shelf. “Seriously?” you muttered under your breath. At least you could reach that shelf on your tiptoes.

“Damn,” Bucky said with a whistle. “I might move everything to shelves at that level if I get this kind of view.”

With a start, you remembered your attire. Tank top, shorts, and Christmas-themed knee-high socks. You were sure your butt cheeks were visible as you reached.

“I can’t quite see what they say, Y/N. Could you turn this way a little bit?”

“You know what they say.” You continued to stretch for the coffee that was just out of your reach. “You’re the one that got them for me.”

“That was a few weeks ago. I’ve forgotten.”

You gave up on making coffee and alternated turning your legs so Bucky could read your socks.

“Naughty, and Nice. Now I remember. It might be a little early in the year for this question, but which one are you?” His eyes glinted playfully. You backed into the corner as he stepped forward.

“I guess that depends what kind of trouble you get me into.”

By now, Bucky had you pinned. He lifted you up onto the counter and stood between your legs. “Trouble? Me? I guess that depends on how often you are going to wear those socks.” He nuzzled his nose across your cheek. His flesh hand glided up your thigh to your waist. He growled as you pushed his hair out of his face with a little bit of tugging. “You’re the one that causes trouble.”

“Trouble? Me?” you mirrored innocently.

You outmaneuvered Bucky’s attempt for a kiss and nibbled at his ear. He retaliated by kissing across your jawline to your sweet spot. When you gasped, he chuckled in victory. Bucky continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbone and over to your shoulder. Your hands dug into his shoulders as you fought to keep yourself grounded.

“Are you desperate for caffeine,” Bucky whispered into your skin, “or can I wake you up in my way?”

A moan fell from your lips as he kissed his way to the valley of your breasts. “Your way. Please, Buck.”

He wrapped your legs around his waist and moved you to lay across the island. With the team gone, it was thankfully bare and gave you plenty of room to thrash around. Which started almost immediately after he helped you remove your top and he tugged down your shorts.

“Nothing underneath? At all?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you. You bit your lip as his eyes lit up. Slowly, he leaned down. The hairs on your arms raised to attention, as well as your nipples. Bucky placed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. You jolted with the contact. Eagerly you spread your legs wider, whimpering for him to move closer. He chuckled and breathed warmly on your sex. You held your breath, holding out for the slow pleasure you were sure was on the horizon.

You were mistaken.

Bucky flattened his tongue against you. He lapped at you. His fingers gripped your thighs, surely forming bruises. The sound of embarrassingly delightful slurping filled the air, accentuated with his hums of delight and your short cries of pleasure. He curled one finger into you and pumped it in and out while searching for the spot that would… there it was. The spot that would make your thighs overpower his grip and lock around his head. His metal hand slid up your body to toy with your breasts. You placed your hand over his, weaving the other into his hair. He growled when you tugged.

Your body shivered with the first orgasm. Bucky paused for a second from working you with his mouth to watch your face. His triumphant grin was hard to see from under your half-closed eyelids. He continued to curl his finger, making your hips lurch with slight overstimulation.

“Do you want to try something?” he asked. Bucky’s irises were eclipsed with his pupils and his face dripped with your essence.

You nodded. “I trust you.”

With two fingers, Bucky frizzed over your clit rapidly bringing you to the brink. Just as you were about to explode, he stopped and covered your slit with his mouth. He sucked harshly, then brought his metal hand down to vibrate two fingers over your clit. You arched off the island as your vision exploded with white-blue light, dancing with black spots. You could hear Bucky drinking the results of your orgasm loudly. He slowed down his ministrations while you sank back into the cold marble to recover. Your skin was hot and flushed. Bucky kissed up your heaving chest and stroked your sides until your breathing was more even.

“Wow,” you sighed.

“Wow yourself.” He beamed down at you and ran his thumb over your cheek. Glancing down, he brushed his fingers over the lettering on your socks. “Since you were so good on a less-than-forgiving surface,” he patted the island top, “let’s see if I can get you to be a little naughty in someplace more comfortable.”

You giggled as he lifted you up. “My room or yours?”

“Dunno. I’ll decide on the way.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, Bucky gave your forehead a kiss and hummed deep in his chest. You would be as naughty as he liked as long as he promised to make you cum that hard again as many times as you could handle for the rest of the year.

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Breathing

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You and Bucky reminisce about how you guys got together while you think the other is asleep.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD nightmares, home intrusion, food mention, angst, fluff

Word Count:  1000+

Note: I have no idea where this came from. So much angst. Such a fluffy ending. Let me know what you guys think with comments, likes, and reblogs. If you have an Idea for a Bucky fic, or anybody, let me know; my requests are open.

Bucky’s POV

She was so warm lying next to me. Y/N always found a way to curl into my chest, no matter where she went to sleep. I pushed her hair out of her face as gently as I could with my hand. The metal one I liked to keep under the pillows. Out of the way. Out of site. Sometimes out of mind.

Y/N sighed, her warm breath tickling my chest. Her eyes flicked back and forth under her lids. What was she dreaming?

Dreaming. That’s how all this started.

The walls were almost as thin as paper. So when I had nightmares, she heard. She’d confessed at first she didn’t know what to do. Y/N would sit up in bed and start talking to me. Easing my mind. Calming me down. I didn’t matter where I was. Germany. Poland. Russia. All of them. Her voice would cut through the gunshots, the fires, the blood. I would hear her through all of it.

One night was worse than others. The process and the pain of having my prosthetic put on raged through me. I thrashed in my restraints, throwing Hydra agents away from me till they shot me up with something to knock me out.

I’d given Y/N a key at some point. She used it to get into my apartment and shake me awake.

The fear in her eyes when I gripped her throat.

She stroked my flesh arm till I was conscience enough to release her. She gasped for breath but didn’t move away.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Then she curled into my chest and breathed against me till I fell asleep.

I still have nightmares, but they are few and far between. Now when I wake up, I see her sleeping peacefully. And I’m home.

Y/N hummed in her sleep. I pulled her closer to me and rested my head on top hers, feeling us breathe in tandem.

Reader’s POV

Bucky pulled you closer in his sleep. Instantly you were awake and ready to help him through a nightmare. Instead, you felt him rest his head on top of yours. His breathing was even. Not a nightmare. Just a shift.

His chest rose and fell, and occasionally bumped your nose. If it had been closer to morning you would have giggled. But he didn’t sleep enough, though he was getting better. Sleeping next to him was better than trying to wake him up through the wall.

That wall. It started the whole thing.

You remember you’d just gotten out of the shower. The towel you’d used to dry off was next wrapped around your head, leaving you exposed as you figured out what you were going to wear that day. It was your apartment, after all. The sounds coming from next door suggested your new neighbor was moving in. You were thinking about grabbing cookies or something on your way home to welcome him when there was a series of crashes and curses. A few seconds later Bucky came crashing through the wall, landing hard on his back.

In the split second it took for you to worry if he was okay, he looked up and probably saw all the way to Panama.

“Oh. You’re naked! I’m so sorry.”

He’d sputtered around for a bit, turning to face away from you once he got to his feet. Then he saw the hole. There was a new string of curses as you giggled and covered yourself up with the towel. You guys planned how you were going to fix the wall (without the landlady knowing) over whatever each of you had in your fridges, which was Chinese take-out and Jack Daniels. You had put up a blanket while he waited for the materials to come in.

Then that night happened.

You remembered hearing footsteps and thinking it was Bucky moving around, then a hand slipped over your mouth and something cold was pressed against your throat. The man asked for the quick location of your laptop and jewelry, but you barely heard him over your muffled screams.

A second later, Bucky came through the hole and had sent the man sailing across the room. He had handled all the police stuff and finally confessed to the landlady about the wall.

You wiggled and let out a shuddering breath.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky murmured. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about the guy that got into my apartment.”

Bucky hummed. “If there hadn’t been a hole in the wall, there was going to be one. Surprised the guy didn’t need stitches.”

You laughed. “I don’t think the police have ever shown up so quick.” You placed your hand on his chest and spun light circles into his skin. “You know you probably saved my life that night.”

Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through your hair. “Y/N, you’ve saved my life plenty more times. And I would live through every nightmare again if it means I still get to wake up next to you.”

You tried to hide the sniffle, but he heard it anyway. He pulled you up the pillows till you were nose-to-nose.

“Every last one of them,” he said, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“Why me?”

Bucky chuckled. “Because you knew how much I loved Chinese food technically before we even met.” He smiled as you hickuped-giggled. “And you are kind when I feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Bucky, you do deserve it. You will always deserve it.” You burrowed your face into his neck and whispered, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” 

Bucky POV

She was asleep again in minutes. Her breath tickled my ear and her leg was thrown over my hip. With a few more minutes her leg was curled to her chest with the other, and she had slid back down the pillows to her usual spot. Again, I gently pushed a lock of hair off her face.

I wouldn’t let this go in a million years. And I don’t plan on it. The little square red box in my sock drawer was hopefully going to ensure that.

If she said ‘yes.’ 

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