She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.
I TOTALLY DIDNT SEE NSFW OOPS.
(Credit to the original artist)
Anyways, here’s the request you wanted @fandomschild sorry about the slip up lol.
Quicksilver NSFW headcanons:
-He’s called quicksilver for a reason. (Huehuehuehue)
-Knows how to hit where it feels good. Makes sure to hit it right.
-Even though he’s fast, he like to slow it down from time to time.
-During those times, it’s something serious, not just a simple quicky. He wants this feeling to last a lifetime.
-Childlike in the bed, as he is normally. But likes to be a little more frisky.
-He’s not as skilled as everyone thinks he is. This is still kinda new to him, he doesn’t know how to feel, or how to handle this somewhat new feeling.
-Kinda awkward when he really gets to it. Like he was all smooth talking and seemed like he had the world by the balls, until he got your shirt off.
-Totally plays it off that he’s not a virgin until it’s time to actually do it.
-He totally freaks for a bit, like he’s all shaky, and his palms are super sweaty. He totally fumbles with your bra.
-The first time with you is super important to him, this is a very vulnerable time. He’s so use to being brash, and hyper that when he’s able to actually settle down enough, it feels like a dream to him.
-After the awkward, and new stage wears off, be prepared to have sex at least 3 or 4 times a week. Pete has a high sex drive, just like he’s high in energy.
-It takes a while to even get to this stage. Hell, it took a while for him to even hold hands with you.
-Dirty talking king in bed when it’s in the heat of the moment, sometimes he doesn’t even realize what he’s saying.
-If you relay what he’s said, he’s probably blushy, but then wears a shit eating grin.
-Get use to doing missionary until you bring up trying new styles. But he’s probably up to it.
-Asks to try new kinks he read about. Like spanking, or blindfolding.
-You both probably look up new things to try out from now on.
-Charles has stopped reading his mind because he felt so violated and dirty after reading Petes thoughts.
-Probably has a conversation about keeping it quiet, not everyone needs to hear his activities.
-Pillow talks are so weird with him. Like they’re so innocent wtf.
-He’s such a big aftercare person. Will totally clean you up and make sure you’re comfortable before tending to his own needs.
So sorry I heard you were doing x men imagines so could I request a quicksilver imagine? I really like jealousy ones so jealous imagines preferably?
You and Peter had been unbelievably close for a while, to the point where the majority of the school was questioning if you were dating. The two of you weren’t of course although as Charles kindly let you know when he was picking your brain once a part of you wished you were. More recently, though, your powers had been getting the better of you. You had similar energy powers to Alex so of course, Charles had entrusted you to him.
You were sat with Peter on the bed in your room surrounded by food,“Hey (y/n), wanna come spar and train a little? I have a little free time.” Alex had swung round your door wearing joggers and a really, really tight top. You couldn’t help but give him a little look up and down blushing slightly but you could feel Peter move a little closer and become a little tenser behind you,
“We were just chilling out surely she can come lat…” you cut him off,
“No, no it’s fine I’ll come” you smiled at him as he smirked but what you didn’t see is Peters scowl as you pulled yourself off your bed and out towards Alex.
You had been sparring for about half an hour with Alex and both of you had a slight sheen over your skin and Alex had lost his top about ten minutes ago and was now hovering above you as he pinned you down, “You fight well, (y/n)” his smirk almost had you melting under him. Yes, you seriously liked Peter. He was funny and charming and witty, not to mention cute beyond measures but no one, not even you could deny that Alex Summers was absolutely gorgeous. You coughed awkwardly,
“Thank you, Alex,” you were panting a little as he stood up and offered you a hand,
“We should focus on your energy, we don’t want any accidents like the other week,” Alex chuckled. He was referring to when Peter had made you jump by picking you up and whizzing you off suddenly making you panic and nearly killing yourself and him, “that boy is too silly for his own good, doing that when he knows you weren’t in control.” Alex mumbled but you still heard him. You followed him into the training room Hank had designed for people like you so you wouldn’t do too much damage. “Okay stand how I told you.” Alex still hadn’t put a shirt on distracting you a little as you tried to stand as he had instructed you so you wouldn’t lose your balance as you were learning. “No, no,” he chuckled and approached you, “Like this,” he said quieter as he stood behind you and placed his hands on your hips and moved you gently, his hand ran up your arm as he positioned it before looking down at you and how close the two of you were. You could feel his warm breath on your neck and you almost turned to say something about your proximity when a silver flash stopped outside the observing window. Glancing over quickly you saw Peters hurt and angered eyes watching the two of you. Alex didn’t notice him until you pulled away harshly. Wanting to go to Peter.
“(y/n), you need to train. You need to practice you can’t just keep running from it and me every time he makes an appearance. He won’t be good for you- I mean your powers.” Alex stuttered and you turned to him.
“You have no right to say that.” you snapped and ran out after Peter not that you could keep up with him.
You found peter in his own room for once. It was rare for him to be in there now, he would always be in yours. “Peter…”
“Just stop.” “Stop what? Peter we were training, that is all. We have done it so many times before,”
“So many times, yeah.” He stood up shaking his head and turning to you, “ And every time you get closer and closer, you think that I didn’t see him on top of you? Practically drooling over you! His hands on your waist and moving across your skin like that!” You could see his eyes misting over slightly, “Stop getting in my hopes up” he said a lot quieter.
“What do you mean…”
“I mean,” he fumbled for words for a moment before walking to you, “I mean only I should get to do that.” One hand grabbed your hand where Alex had done moments earlier, the other reached from your cheek as he leaned down and kissed you. You responded immediately kissing back, you felt his tongue run over your bottom lip and you pulled away leaving him looking confused.
“Were you actually jealous, Maximoff?” you smirked,
“Of course! Some idiot had his hands all over my girl.”
“Your girl?! Oh really? You smirked,
"Oh obviously babe, always have been mine.”
“That quick tongue of yours will get you into trouble”
“What kind of trouble?” He smirked and took you by the waist and pulled you in, kissing you.
Matt Murdock Boyfriend Headcanons: Matt meets the Avengers.
A/N: Pietro is alive, just like in the movies, however instead of being on a very long vacation after all the shit that went down with Ultron he decided to join the team. Also you work at a bakery because reasons. Word Count: 1393
The first Avenger he ends up meeting is Clint.
The two are you are in your apartment making out on your couch after coming back from a wonderful date when Matt suddenly pulls away and tells you he can smell blood.
5 minutes later, after you both have double checked all your injuries to make sure that it isn’t coming from either of you Clint barges in; clutching his left side tightly and muttering an apology.
“Sorry about this Y/N but your place was closer then the tower.”
You quickly rush over to Clint’s side to help him make his way to the couch, giving the pair a quick introduction before telling Matt to grab your first aid kit.
“Matt this is Clint Barton aka Hawkeye. Clint this is Matt Murdock my boyfriend.”
“Nice to meet you.” “
“You too, wish we’d meet when I wasn’t bleeding out though. Like at a bar or something.”
Request: Can you write one
where a college girl gets trapped in the crossfire between the avengers and
some enemy agents? And because she seen too much and their faces she has to go
under the teams protection. Clint is assigned to be her bodyguard when she goes
to classes and they end up falling for each other.
Pairings: Clint x Reader
Word Count: 2,751
Warnings: None? Idk minor
A/N: Ok I know, I’M
AWFUL. I keep turning everything into a series!! This will only have one other
part think, so not a long one, but I
hope you enjoy!! Also, this is a sort of AU where Civil War doesn’t happen, and
instead the Avengers spend long hours negotiating fair terms to the Sokovia
Accords until everyone’s happy.
got incoming civilians, Cap – students from the college, looks like.” Tony
warned, hovering above the rest of the team.
Clint, Pietro, get those civilians to safety. Tony, keep your eye on them, make
sure there’s no stragglers,” Steve ordered in reply.
watched this interaction from behind a piece of fallen rubble. You knew you
should have called out, got their attention somehow, gotten to safety, but you
were frozen. You watched in fascinated horror as they fought the men in black.
You saw two of them – an archer and a man who spent most of the fight as a blur
– break away from the main group.
ran towards the students who, in an attempt to escape the fighting going on at
the college, had unwittingly run straight into the main attack. The man with
silver hair – Quicksilver, you knew him as - whisked them away one or two at a
time, whilst the archer – Hawkeye - covered them, shooting with deadly
accuracy. Though you were terrified, you couldn’t help but admire the skill
with which he shot. He never stopped, never hesitated and never missed.
America.” The voice was mocking, lazy, bitter. Your head snapped around and you
felt your stomach drop at the sight behind you. There was a man stood by your
hiding spot, with burn scars covering part of his face his face, a cruel leer
distorting his features. He paid you no attention just then, but you knew he
had seen you and the gun in his hand held you rooted to the ground.
The Captain asked, shock covering his features.
The man – Rumlow, you thought, - asked.
the gun, Rumlow. It’s you against all of us. Your men have been dealt with,
there’s nowhere to run,” The Captain said. You could no longer see what he or
the rest of The Avengers were doing; having turned around to see Rumlow; but
you guessed they all had their weapons trained on him now.
was in the split second that Rumlow’s lips pulled into a grin that you realised
just how much shit you were in.
don’t you say hello to my new friend, Rogers?” Rumlow asked. At the same time
he raised his hand, still staring at Captain America but pointing his gun at
hands shook and you stumbled as you got up, your eyes wild with fear, sweat
gathering at your temples. As soon as you were close he grabbed your wrist
painfully tight and pulled you into him. The gun was cold against your temple.
the Captain’s voice held a warning but even now everyone was lowering their
weapons. Hawkeye looked conflicted. You knew he could make the shot, but you
also knew that he would not risk a civilian’s life.
Rumlow asked, his voice taunting. “You’re right, my men have been … dealt with but there’s more where they
came from. There’s always more. And besides, I got what I came for. Now, let me
go or the girl dies.”
your fear, you struggled to stifle the snort that forced its way out at the cliché
line. Evidently, you did not cover it up well enough.
was that, girl?!” His voice was wild as he spoke and his grasp on your
tightened around your waist, his finger digging into your side painfully.
nothing,” you gasped out, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You
looked at Hawkeye, trying to gain his attention. He looked straight at you,
eyes serious, and you let a smirk slide onto your face. He looked confused and
you let the slightest hint of a nod slip through. You took a deep breath and
mouthed 1 … 2 … 3 – “Now!” You threw
your elbow back into Rumlow’s gut at the same time as you kicked a foot up,
nailing him straight in the balls. His grip on you loosened and you ducked out
of the way.
arrow whistled as it flew past your ear and into Rumlow’s shoulder. He cried
out, a mangled roar of pain, “You little-” he cut himself off and aimed at you.
flinched and covered your head, waiting for your body to register the pain. You
were curled into yourself tightly for, well, you weren’t sure how long, until a
voice finally pulled you from your fear.
hey. It’s ok, you’re ok. He’s gone.”
looked up from your position, curled up on the floor, and met his eyes –
name’s Clint. What’s your name, darling?” He asked gently. His hands took yours
from your abdomen and he silently assessed your wound. Without speaking he held
his hand out; the redhead – Black Widow, you remembered - handed him a box and
he began to attend to your wound.
you breathed out, voice croaky. You were still shaking. You held your hand out
in front of you, watching it shake with fascination, your eyes dazed. It still
had blood on it; your blood, you realised with a shock. The pain came without
warning then and you bit your lip to resist the urge to cry out. Then he
injected something into your arm and soon you felt duller, heavier.
name for a pretty girl,” he said, flashing you a cheeky grin and you smiled back
dreamily, “Come on then Y/N. Let’s get you out of here,” he held out a hand and
you stared at it for a moment. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. You
took his hand.
pulled you up suddenly, “Oomph!” you smiled at him sheepishly, “Sorry,” you had
fallen straight into him – legs still weak from shock and not expecting his strength.
grinned again, “It’s ok darling.”
there, the rest of that day was a blur. You allowed him to lead you away from
the scene of destruction and you soon found yourself on some sort of jet. He
said nothing as you curled up in his lap, only smiling softly and you drifted
off to the sound of his teammates teasing him. The next time you awoke, you
were in some sort of infirmary – not a hospital, but somewhere similar, a private
darling. How you feeling?” You turned your head to the left and met the gaze of
one very cute archer – Clint. You hadn’t noticed before just how attractive the
man was, what with being about to die and all, but now you struggled to form
it was, the only response you managed was a groan as you rubbed your head, “I
am soooooo fucked,” you murmured with a giggle. He let out a laugh and handed
you a cup of water. You felt kinda funny, a bit weird still, and you had the
inexplicable urge to smoosh his cheeks.
drink this, you’ll feel better,” you took the cup from him with a smile and
gulped the water down enthusiastically. You were about to thank him and
possibly beg for his number when a beep signalled the arrival of someone else
and the door slid open.
Y/L/N. My name is Phil Coulson. I am currently the agent acting as a handler
for the Avengers and ever since the events of the last few years, which I’m
sure you’ve heard about, we have been tasked with rooting out and dealing with
the leftover factions of Hydra. Unfortunately, we do not always get to choose
our fight locations. I’m so sorry that you were involved in this.” He gave you
a sympathetic smile, pulling up a chair to sit next to your bed.
you kidding?!” You burst out, he frowned and opened his mouth to speak but you
beat him to it, “This is so fucking awesome! I mean, yeah, I was terrified at
the time but I’m fine, everyone’s fine and now I’m here and you’re here and
Clint’s here and,” you leaned forward, putting a hand over your mouth, “Clint
is reaaalllly cute and good looking and I like his arms, do you like his arms
Mr Philip?” You asked, your voice a loud whisper. You giggled.
be the pain meds, sir. Rumlow managed to scrape her side with a bullet, nothing
serious, but the nurse still gave her pain meds to help her through it. She’s
not really talking straight right now,” Clint explained whilst you held one of
his hands, examining it in the light and poking at his fingers.
see, well, Miss Y/L/N I appreciate that this isn’t the best time, but I am on a
short schedule and so I will leave it to Mr Barton to explain things to you
again if you need. I’m afraid you will be going into protective custody. Rumlow
is a very dangerous man and he has a twisted worldview. Agent Romanoff has
informed me that he seemed intent on killing you for what you did and I believe
you may not be safe until we capture him. We will find you somewhere nice, don’t
you interrupted, dropping Clint’s hand into your lap. It was hard to
concentrate on what he was saying but you at the mention of going away, your
Coulson asked, glancing at Clint, who shrugged.
am not going anywhere and you can’t make me,” you stated stubbornly, folding
your arms against your chest with a frown on your face.
Y/L/N, please…” he looked to Clint for help, who just shrugged again.
talking to the girl who made a plan for me to shoot Rumlow whilst a gun was
held against her head and then kicked him in the balls, Coulson. I kinda doubt
she’s gonna listen to anything we say.”
nodded triumphantly, “Yeah, what he said. I’m in my last year of college and-
and, I’m not going to miss classes and shit when I’ve worked so hard for this,
so you can stuff your protective custody up your-”
Y/L/N, if I may-”
Y/N, if I may. I understand that but what else would you have me do? Your life
is in danger, Y/N, and at the end of the day, your life is more important than
your degree,” his voice was solemn and you knew he was probably right but you weren’t
really in control of your tongue just then.
what’s the point of having my life if you just go and ruin it for me, huh?!”
You asked, pointing at him accusatorily.
sighed, “Please, Y/N-”
look after her.”
do you mean?”
she doesn’t want to stop college but we can’t let her go out unprotected. I’ll
be her protective detail, shadow her and take her to classes and home and
stuff. Besides,” he grinned crookedly, “I think the team can manage without me
for a while.”
stared at him, obviously debating with himself, “She’d be your responsibility
alone. We don’t have the resources right now to bring other agents in on this
for a full protective detail.” Clint nodded, “And you’d have to live with her,
go with her everywhere, accompany her to classes.” Clint nodded again. Coulson
sighed, “Well, if this is the compromise, then I’m happy with it. You’re one of
our best guys Clint, keep her safe.” He turned his attention to you, “Is this arrangement
more to your liking, Y/N?” he asked drily.
smiled goofily, “Yes, Mr Philip, thank you,” you leant forward again and
whispered loudly, “You’re a good wingman and I didn’t even have to ask!”
this he let out a begrudging chuckle, “Good luck, Agent Barton.”
smirked, “Oh I think I’ll manage.”
so this is my apartment. It’s really small, sorry about that. You can take my
bed and I’ll sleep on the couch – don’t worry I do it a lot anyways ‘cause I
always fall asleep there at night when I watch netflix,” you said smiling at
him as you let yourself into your apartment.
nodded along, looking around your apartment with curiosity, “It’s nice, cosy.”
mean cramped,” you said laughing, “but thanks. I like it, it’s home, I guess.
Now, I’m off college for the rest of this week because it’s closed due to the
fight but since there was very little structural damage and no actual deaths or
anything at the campus, I’ll be back on Monday,” you explained to him, having
read your emails earlier to catch up on what was going on.
gonna go have a shower, if you don’t mind. Feel free to eat anything or watch
tv or whatever. Y’know, make yourself at home.”
good to me, darling.” You scrunched up your face at the nickname and he laughed,
“You certainly weren’t complaining about it earlier.”
well, earlier I was high on pain meds, cut me some slack,” your face burned at
the fuzzy memories of earlier that day. After Coulson had left, Clint had
stayed to keep you company and tell you more about how this would work. You had
spent most of the time telling him how cute he was and how much you liked his
smirked knowingly, “Go have your shower, darling,
I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”
small frown adorned your face as you left him to go freshen up. It was a
strange way to put it ‘when you’re ready’ – ready for what? Ready to kiss the
living daylights out of that man? Ready to cuddle into his very comfortable
chest? You shook your head, scoffing at your thoughts. Ready as in finished
showering, as in dressed, duh.
you showered your mind wandered over the events of today and to your previous
knowledge of the Avengers. After last year, when all of S.H.I.E.L.D’s secrets
had been dumped on the internet, and then just three months ago when Tony Stark’s
robots had run riot in Sokovia, it was public knowledge that the Avengers had
been involved in negotiations to keep their team in check without taking away
their say in missions. Ever since then, their dealings had gone back to being
classified and any mention of them on the news never really explained just who
they were fighting, but anyone who had seen the online information, had already
guessed it was Hydra.
Avengers had been plastered over the news and you had seen Clint in footage
before, but his name had never been said. It was always just ‘Hawkeye’ or ‘Black
Widow’ or ‘Quicksilver’. The only Avengers whose real names you knew were the
obvious: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.
for the leaked S.H.I.E.L.D files, they had only been truly accessible for a
matter of hours before they were wiped from the web, or redacted at least – the
government said they did it to protect their agents, many of whom had covers
they needed to keep, if they weren’t already blown. You knew it was likely that
they were still out there, somewhere in some deep part of the web, but you were
just a college student and hardly had the resources to dig further.
shook yourself out of your thoughts and turned off the shower, quickly getting
dressed in an oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts, before leaving the bathroom.
finished. You can use the shower if you want, there are spare towels in the
cupboard under the sink and I can probably find like a big t-shirt and sweats
or something that might fit you?” You asked, biting your lip nervously.
ok, I got enough to keep me dressed in my go-bag,” he patted the bag next to
him on the sofa, “But I’ll need to stop off to get my stuff tomorrow, since we
have no idea long I’ll be staying. You’ll have to come with – Coulson’s orders;
you’re not leaving my sight,” he said.
Barton,” you gasped, mockingly scandalised, “Don’t tell me you were spying on
me in the shower?! Surely, I’ll have to leave your sight sometimes.” You weren’t sure where the burst of confidence had come
from but you beamed when he let out a snort of laughter.
darling. Orders are orders,” he grinned devilishly.
rolled your eyes, “Just go have a shower, birdbrain, I’m gonna order pizza, if