this is why i should be an avenger

All Mine - Bucky x Reader

Plot: Jealous Bucky is NOT someone you should get on the wrong side of.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 3897 (literally why this took me all week)
Warnings: Grinding (dancing), spanking, penetrative sex, orgasm denial. Yup.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry for being so MIA lately. School is killing me. BUT, here’s angry Bucky smut for your Friday night ;)

Originally posted by wintersthighs

When it comes to Bucky, you’ve never met anyone who can crawl under your skin like an annoying insect, while at the same time, makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. Bucky makes you feel like you’re only thing that matters. The thing is, though, it’s not like you’re dating. The both of you just spend so much time together that it ends up being more beneficial than not. The second your skin collides with his, fireworks go off in every direction and the two of you go at it for hours.

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DRABBLES

SERIES

Do Something Bad, Too

It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

This Is Where I Leave You

The day Bucky Barnes stumbles into your clinic with a bullet in his side is the day your life changed forever.

Ease My Mind (Completed)

Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

Heartlines (Completed)

When Reader moves into Avengers Tower to finish her PhD in safety, the last thing she expects is to have something in common with the shy insomniac Bucky Barnes.

these days (i can’t take too much)

Reader used to be a villain; a stone cold killer. But she doesn’t do that anymore. Helping the Avengers stop her old boss once and for all leads to a lot more than she bargained for, especially when it comes to Bucky Barnes.

DRABBLES

“I’m not half as good at–at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you,” (Tony Stark to Steve Rogers, Avengers Prime Vol.1, #5).

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Another Stony Fanart! This time in 616! They are so romantic and this quote proves how much they love each other; so, why aren’t they married already?!! arrrrghh!!! *cough*…well enjoy! :3

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Also, I apologize that Tony is shorter than he should be. At first I wasn’t going to have him in the suit; but, then I changed my mind. I was already finished the fanart before I realized I should’ve made him taller than Steve. lol

  • [Non-Power AU or just AvAc AU]
  • Peter: What are you doing here?
  • Steve: I'm, uh, looking for Tony. Do you know where he is?
  • Peter: How should I know?
  • Steve: You're taking him to homecoming.
  • Peter: Oh, yeah. Right.
  • Steve: Well, you don't have to worry about me ruining your night.
  • Peter: And why is that?
  • Steve: Because I'm not going.
  • Peter: Hmm. Well, that sucks. Because we're only going together to make you jealous.

Tony [off-panel]: Spider-Girl, what do you think we should do?
Anya: Um…there is no “we.” This is my problem. I can go in and get him. No offense, but…I asked you guys for help once. I don’t ask twice.
Steve: She’s stubborn.
Tony: You see why we like her?
Steve: Little bit.
Tony: I can’t imagine what it must be like to live with a character defect like that. Can you?

– From Avengers Assemble #24 written by Kelly Sue DeConnick and Warren Ellis, art by Matteo Buffagni, coloured by Ruth Redmond

Five Nights at Freddy’s Song Lyric Starter Meme

This is all from various lyrics from Five Nights at Freddy’s songs, composed and arranged by The Living Tombstone, DA Games, Griffnilla and Mandopony.

  • Please let us get in!
  • You should have looked for another job.
  • Maybe you’ve been in this place before.
  • You seem acquainted with these doors.
  • I just don’t get it.
  • Why do you want to stay?
  • Is this where you want to be?
  • I don’t know what I was thinking.
  • Is this revenge i am seeking? or seeking someone to avenge me?
  • It won’t be long before I become a puppet.
  • It’s been so long.
  • Justification is killing me.
  • I really hate you.
  • Stop getting in my way.
  • I’ve lost my patience.
  • I hope you die in a fire.
  • It’s almost over.
  • Don’t be afraid.
  • I got no time.
  • I know this is the truth.
  • I’ve been staring at my death for so many times.
  • I got this headache and my life is on the line.
  • I felt like i won, but I wasn’t done.
  • Got to keep my calm, and carry on.
  • I’m not so strong.
  • I have this urge to kill.
  • I’m getting sick from these apologies.
  • No one will listen and no one will understand.
  • No one likes me when I shriek.
  • Come and join the fun.
  • Grab your only ammunition.
  • How long will you last?
  • You thought you were alone?
  • This can’t be real.
  • That’s not all.
  • Don’t be scared.
  • Just don’t be mislead.
  • You know these guys?
  • Watch your back.
  • I am all alone.
  • They’re getting near…
  • Help me.
  • Nowhere to run. nowhere to hide.
  • Behold, the horrors.
  • You wouldn’t know, of course.
  • Have a seat.
  • I was left behind.
  • I was never all that kind.
  • Take your chance to run and hide.
  • You’ll now be mine.
  • You won’t believe what I have done.
  • I’ve made it look brand new!
  • Oh, how cute.
  • Believe me.
  • You have no idea what we’ve been through.
  • We have no place to go!
  • But you would know.
  • They burned it all down!
  • There’s bad news that I bring.
  • Now let the night begin!
  • Let’s try to make it right.
  • Hey there, how ya doin’?
  • Nice to meet you!
  • Are you new in town?
  • Forgive me for being suspicious.
  • We have a few rules…
  • Now you wouldn’t want that, and frankly, neither would I.
  • Sometimes to do some good you have to be the bad guy.
  • Formal attire is required.
  • It never gets old.
  • I’m not the bad guy, I’m just a bit surprising.
  • It’s not worth losing sleep!
  • There was a time not so long ago at all, I was just like you.
  • I’ll be checkin’ in.
  • Now I got a new gig.
  • Ain’t goin home, so I better go big.
  • You get a little surprise…
  • In my opinion, you’re much too kind.
  • You did a good job.
  • But don’t get me wrong, you were very brave!
  • You never caved.
  • I’m finished training.
  • Now you know the gist of it.
  • I don’t wanna hear no more complaining!
  • I’m passing down this golden opportunity.
  • Take it with pride.
  • So many years, so many dark memories.
  • Pain makes you do things you never knew you could do.
  • Is this all real?
  • Not at all strange.
  • What did we do wrong?
  • I feel sick to my stomach.
  • Am I sick in the head?
  • There’s a shadow on the wall.
  • Stay calm, stay calm.
  • Wish I had a nine to five.
  • There’s a stranger in us all.
  • Something’s crawling through the vent.
  • That’s fine……uh oh.
  • They might just drive me crazy!
  • Hit me.
  • If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that don’t respond to Craigslist ads.
  • In the end, there’s only me.
  • Hello, hello!
  • What will you do?
  • What more is there to need?
  • Just be quick! Just be ready!
  • Hey, hey, how ya doin’?
  • Well, I’m not too sure.
  • Glad you’re back!
  • So please understand, this nightmare never stops.
  • So we built it up from scratch.
  • Sounds kinda cute.
  • Everything’s gonna be fine.
  • Take what you have learned, and become the master.
  • So here we are.
  • It happened too fast.
  • I’m aggressive!
  • Turn the spotlight onto me!
  • Leave me alone.
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(warning: kinda angsty, given the… you know, death.)

Pietro looked up from the foetal position he had curled himself into above the young boy, confusion lacing his features at the lack of pain he was feeling. This isn’t how death should feel. Little did he know, your body was slowly fading not 5 metres away from him.

Hearing the gurgling noises coming from behind him due to your flimsy attempt at taking a breath, Pietro’s eyes widened in surprise and fear as it dawned on him what had happened; you had risked your own life to protect him, and you were paying the price.

Speeding over to cradle your weak form, the distress on his face clear as day, you couldn’t help but smile up at him as genuinely as you could, which really wasn’t much in your predicament.

“No, no no no no NO!” He shouted, fear and desperation coating every word as he looked upon your rapidly paling face. “You can’t do this, you can’t leave me!”

You try to comfort him by placing your cold hand against his warm one, but all that succeeded in doing was showing him just how close to the brink you really were. As your breaths grew more and more shallow, you took in the features of the handsome man above you: his silky silver hair, his icy blue eyes looking down at you in poorly concealed anguish. You knew without a second thought:

You don’t regret it.

(oops I didn’t mean for this to be this long love me)

🐜 ‘ANT-MAN’ (2015) sentence starters. 🐜

      FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS AND ADJUST TO YOUR LIKING. 🐜 

  • ❛ thanks for picking me up.❜
  • ❛ baskin-robbins always finds out. ❜
  • ❛ it wasn’t a violent crime, it was a cool crime! ❜
  • ❛ you want some waffles? ❜ 
  • ❛ i don’t care. i’m out. ❜ 
  • ❛ i think our first move should be calling the avengers. ❜
  • ❛ i’m trying, okay? i’ve changed. ❜
  • ❛ be the person she already thinks you are. ❜ 
  • ❛ gratitude can be forgiveness. ❜ 
  • ❛ oh man, are we screwed? ❜ 
  • ❛ i didn’t steal anything! i was returning something i stole! ❜ 
  • ❛ you know, you almost had us convinced that you’re gonna change your ways. ❜ 
  • ❛ the moment things get hard, you turn right back to crime. ❜ 
  • ❛ GET ON THE DAMN ANT ❜ 
  • ❛ hey– um, whose pajamas are these?! ❜
  • ❛ i believe everybody deserves a shot at redemption. ❜
  • ❛ my days of breaking into places and stealing shit are done. ❜
  • ❛ i need you to break into a place and steal some shit.  ❜
  • ❛ it’s not about saving OUR world. it’s about saving THEIRS. ❜
  • ❛ damn. that was a good speech. ❜
  • ❛ useless. ❜
  • ❛ you gonna show me how to punch? show me how to punch. ❜
  • ❛ alright, princess, let’s get back to work. ❜
  • ❛ aw, you’re cute! ❜
  • ❛ i’m expendable. ❜
  • ❛ it’s not your fault. she made her choice. ❜
  • ❛ i ruined the moment, didn’t i? i’m gonna make some tea. ❜
  • ❛ YOU SON OF A BITCH ❜
  • ❛ it’s really important to me that captain never finds out about this. ❜
  • ❛ that was completely irresponsible and dangerous! you jeopardized everything! ❜
  • ❛ wait a minute… did you just compliment me? ❜
  • ❛ what did you see in me? …all those years ago, you picked ME. what did you see? ❜
  • ❛ THAT’S SO COOL BRO ❜
  • ❛ hey look– this is gonna get weird, alright? it’s pretty freaky, but it’s safe, there’s no reason to be scared. ❜
  • ❛ oh no, daddy don’t get scared. ❜
  • ❛ we’re all doing this for reasons much bigger than any one of us. i’m just glad you have a SLIGHT chance of MAYBE pulling this off. ❜
  • ❛ i actually went from despising you to almost liking you! ❜
  • ❛ wow– wow. i mean, i saw that punch coming from a mile away but i just figured it’d be all pathetic and weak! ❜
  • ❛ hi, little guy!  ❜
  • ❛ you proud of me yet? ❜
  • ❛ you’re sick and i can help you, just put the gun down! ❜
  • ❛ you picked the wrong side, _____ ! ❜
  • ❛ don’t worry, i’m not going to die here. and neither are you. ❜
  • ❛ hey– we’re the good guys, right? feels kinda weird! ❜
  • ❛ I’M GONNA DISINTEGRATE YOU ❜
  • ❛ you insult me. your very existence is insulting to me! ❜
  • ❛ THAT’S A MESSED-UP LOOKING DOG ❜
  • ❛ there’s a… big hole in the roof. ❜
  • ❛ yeah, i don’t know what you’re doing, grabbing and kissing me like that, i was a little surprised myself, i mean, really? ❜
  • ❛ you’re full of shit, ______ ❜
  • ❛ this is awkward. i mean, what do we even talk about after all of this? ❜
  • ❛ look at that chick, she’s like CRAZY STUPID FINE, you know what i’m sayin’? ❜
  • ❛ it’s about damn time. ❜
FEARLESS (Loki x reader)

Warnings: sexual innuendo, a little angst, fluff

Summary: restless, you find Loki in the kitchen, and you can see something is bothering him. 

Note: English is not my native language. Please give me feedback! AND LET’S TAKE A MOMENT FOR HIS EYES 

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

There’s a million reasons why I should give you up

You stared out the window over the bright city. It was late, and dark. But it was all so alive, so living. You wanted to be out there so badly, but you knew it was impossible. You were one of the Avengers, and somehow, you felt that it took all life out of you.

Am I losing my mind?

The book on the table called your name. You wanted to read, hell it was your favorite book. But you just couldn’t. You saw the words, but you did not understand them. You kept reading the same page over and over. You walked out of the library and into the kitchen. You needed water. But of course, the person you were avoiding, was standing in the kitchen. He looked at the floor, thinking. Somehow, you were lost in his mind.

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

He was standing there, all still and alone. You wondered, what was going through his mind. 

People had warned you against him. Apparently he was dangerous, cruel, cold, really just a prick. But you doubted it. People weren’t evil. People just do what feels right for them, and by the stories you’ve heard about him, it wasn’t entirely his own fault.

He did not have a real family, or at least he didn’t feel he had. His father hated him. His brother had always been better. He was alone. He wanted to be worthy of something, but somehow, the universe always made it worse.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch

“Why are you hiding pet?” you heard his voice break the silence. He looked up and met your eyes. You smiled and glanced down.

“I, nothing I’m sorry.” You explained and turned to walk away.

“Don’t go.” He said. You turned and looked at him. His face was sad, eyes pained. “Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke. You walked towards him, taking his hand in yours. They were softer than you thought they would be, considering his personality. Or at least what you heard of it.

You’re poison running through my veins

How you wanted to touch him, feel him. You wanted to know what was on his mind, though you knew it was better if you didn’t ask. He didn’t share much, didn’t trust anyone.

“You’re probably thinking what’s wrong with me. Why I am like this. You’ve heard the stories. I’m haunted by the distant past.” He said and smiled at you, as if everything was fine. You shook your head at his smile. Oh dear you wanted him. You wanted hid lips on yours, his hand over your body. But you knew better. You knew that he was poison.

“Good thing I don’t believe the stories.” You whispered, nervous how he would react.

“Really?” you nodded.

“You honestly do not believe that I’m a cold, dangerous, fearless, cruel, and sadistic monster?” his tone was louder now, but you stayed. You knew he was bad for you, but hell, as if you cared.

“You had a tough past. That changes you.” You answered. He smirked at your words, squeezing your hand.

“You’re really not scared of my cold?” he said, and first then you noticed that he was cold.

“No.”

“My past?”

“I’m really not darling.” You said. He blushed by your words. You made the god of mischief blush and dear it felt good to have that power.

“Well, then I know I’m not alone.” He whispered and kissed you. At first you didn’t respond, stunned by his actions. But soon you gave in. You felt him smile and he pulled away, pressing your body closer to his. You felt his heart beat under the armor, his smile at you.

“Loki I-“

“You’re the most fearless girl I’ve ever met. If someone’s dangerous, then it’s you.” He said and smiled. Was it a compliment? An insult? He noticed the confusion on our face.

“It’s a compliment love.” He said and kissed your forehead. You smiled and looked into his green, deep eyes. They did things to you, things you were unable to explain cause the universe wouldn’t understand. Cause nobody falls for the bad guys, right?

Nobody, but you.


Songs:

Alone - Alan Walker 

Poison - Alice Cooper

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Please Don’t Leave Me - P!nk 

Never Give Up - Sia


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Closer

Request: Avengers!! Specially Steve, Bucky and Tony, why Tony has always to be reader’s dad?? I’m 20 years less than RDJ and I’ll fuck him like crazy! 😂 😂 theme fluff and of course ‘it always end in a…’ smut. Thanks!! 💜💜 

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2932

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, suggestion of a daddy kink, light spanking, (should I warn an age difference?), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), A couple of gifs that could be considered NSFW

A/N: So, my first Reader Fic. Thank you so much, @fsp82, for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I listened to Closer by the Chainsmokers a couple of times while writing this so that’s where the title came from along with a few little things within the story.


Tony has always had a thing for pushing people’s buttons, and your buttons were no exception. A little touch here, a sly comment there, and it all drove you nuts.

For how annoying as he was at home, that’s how protective he was in the field. He was always there, literally hovering overhead unless he had something he had to be doing.

The most frustrating part of all of this is that somehow, despite always being there, he had yet to realize your feelings for him.


Now safe in your hotel room, you kick off your combat boots and strip off the layers of your uniform as you head into the bathroom. You start the shower, letting the water heat up as you pull your hair loose from its braid. You go back out into the room, digging your hairbrush from your duffel bag. Just as you’re about to head back into the bathroom, there’s a knock at the door.

As you approach the door, you have every intention to send whoever it is away. Then you look through the peephole to see Tony standing there. You smile to yourself, allowing yourself to hope for something to come out of this.

You open the door without hesitation, not a care in the world even though you’re half naked.

“Can I help you?” you ask, a sly smile playing at your lips when you catch his eyes roaming your body.

He shakes his head, clearing his head, and looks you in the eye, “Y/N, hey, I was wondering… it’s not too late and you know since we’re in Italy… I thought maybe…”

You bite your lip watching him stumble over his words, surprised by how nervous he seems to be.

“Take a deep breath, Tony, and just spit out.”

He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Do you want to get dinner? I know you’re probably tired, but this seemed like too good a chance to pass up.”

“Let me shower and get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

He smiles, “Right. See you in a bit.”

You watch him as he heads back down the hall to the elevator. You shake your head, closing the door and rushing to the shower you’d nearly forgotten was still running. The mirrors in the bathroom are foggy, but the water’s still hot.

You take what could be considered the fastest shower of your life, though you’re careful to clean every inch of your skin. You dry your hair as best you can before pulling the loose tresses into a somewhat fancy bun.

As you approach your duffel bag, you silently thank Natasha for convincing you to pack something nice. “It could come in handy,” she’d said, “since we’re staying overnight.”

Thinking back on it now, you’re certain she knew something you didn’t. So you pull on the tight, black pencil skirt and the dark red, crop top you’d so carefully packed.

You keep your make-up light, settling for a little bit of eyeshadow and your signature winged liner. A little mascara on your lashes and a pair of black sandals on your feet, and you were ready to go. You find the purse you’d stashed and check to make sure you have everything you’ll need before heading to the lobby.


You search the room for him, your eyes finally settling on his form where he stands at the hotel bar. As you get closer to him, you realize that he’s changed clothes. His t-shirt and jeans now replaced by a sleek, dark blue suit and a black dress shirt, a thin black tie around his neck. He hasn’t seen you yet. You wouldn’t mind skipping dinner… Who needs food when you could just pull him in by his tie and drag him back upstairs…

His eyes settle on you, a growing smile spreading across his face as he scans every inch of you.

Once your close enough, and much to your surprise, he wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you close.

He kisses your cheek, whispering, “you look beautiful,” in your ear before setting his glass on the counter behind him and leading you to the front door.

He keeps you at his side as you walk through the city in a comfortable silence, taking in the darkened sights. There’s not very many people out, but you see a few other couples walking the same way the two of you are. He guides you to a restaurant somewhere in the center of town, the atmosphere of the place much more relaxed than you had expected.

Watching him, you can’t help but feel that right now he is in his element surrounded by the fancy scenery, and something about it is beyond attractive. Honestly, you think it’s downright sexy.

He still hasn’t said a word to you since before you left the hotel. He orders some fancy red wine and a few dishes from the menu for you both to share. His expression as he looks across the table at you is soft; there’s admiration in his eyes, but his gaze is nerve-wracking because you still don’t know what to think of any of this.

The waiter returns with everything all at once. Once each plate is in place, he pours the wine and sets the bottle down before disappearing with little more than a nod of his head.

You reach for your glass, taking a generous sip. Tony smiles again at your reaction to the taste of it.

“That’s amazing.” You say, meeting his eyes.

“Wait until you try the food.”

“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”

“A few times over the years.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he just laughs it off and starts eating. You join him, eating a little bit of everything, but settling on the tortellini you were lucky to have closest to you.


Three hours and two bottles of wine later, the two of you have completely knocked down any walls between you. The conversation flows easily, the small space between you filled with your voices and laughter. The plates had been cleared long ago so the table is empty aside from your glasses and your hands where they meet in the middle.

“We should probably head back.” Tony mutters, glancing at his watch.

“Right.” You pull your hand back, “We’re supposed to head out early tomorrow.”

He pulls out his wallet, dropping enough cash on the table to cover everything, and stands up. He comes around to you, holding his hand out and guiding you to your feet when you take it. You stifle the urge to gasp when he laces his fingers with yours. So now you’re heading back to the hotel, hand in hand, and over the moon.


Back at your room, you fumble with the keycard. Why are you nervous? It wasn’t anything new for him to be so close, but the sound of his breathing literally inches from you in such a small, quiet space is almost too much. Once the door unlocks, you turn the handle and push it open a bit. You stop in your tracks, turning to face him.

He’s still just inches away.

Centimeters…

Just close enough that if you leaned forward a little more…

His kiss is sweet, a hint of chocolate and wine still lingering in it. He puts a hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek as he deepens the kiss. By the time you pull away, you’re barely standing and your chest is heaving.

“Y/N…”

You look up at him through your lashes, afraid to look him directly in the eye.

“I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to make any decisions until I’m done. Okay?”

You nod slowly, afraid to speak.

“I’m in love you with you. I don’t when I realized it or why I waited so long to tell you. I just know it’s how I feel. If you’d rather be with someone else, I’ll understand. I know I’m a little unstable and that I can be annoying. Sometimes I spend too much time in my lab, and I don’t always take such good care of myself. Maybe I drink a little too much and have some pretty bad impulse control. Still, you’ve always been there. You make me want to be better. You make me better, and I don’t even think you realize it. So whether or not this goes anywhere, tonight was important to me. You’re important to me.”

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, you’d tightened your grip on him, a hand wrapped securely around his tie. Slowly, you look up to meet his gaze, smiling when you see how much hope lingers in his brown eyes.

You start moving back, pushing the door open as you pull him into the room. The door slams shut right as his lips collide with yours again.

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You pull his shirt from where it’s tucked away in his pants and get to work on the buttons as he loosens his tie. He kicks off his shoes while you unbuckle his belt. He pulls your shirt away while you undo the button and lower the zipper. You push his pants to the floor; he unzips your skirt and pushes it down as well.

The backs of your legs hit the bed. You pause for a moment before sitting at the edge of the mattress. He’s leaning down to you, his lips still against yours, his tongue still between your parted lips and moving against your own. You pull your feet up one by one to remove your shoes. He puts his knees on either side of you one by one to remove his socks.

You move back on the bed until you reach the top, laying back against the pillows. His hand moves down your side, over your hip and to the back of your knee where his grip tightens before he parts your thighs further. His hips settle over yours, grinding slowly against you. You moan into his kiss, your thighs tightening around his hips in response to his movements.

He breaks the kiss after what feels like a lifetime. Your lips feel numb, a slight burn left behind from the friction caused by his beard. His eyes only stay on yours for a moment before moving a little further down to your still covered breasts. His fingertips tease your skin at the top of the cup before down to the clasp that sits between them. He pops it open with ease, pushing both cups aside before taking a breast in each hand.

You sigh, arching your back and pushing into his touch. You free your arms from the straps and then pull the bra away from your body, tossing it to the floor. He glances up at your face before his eyes return to his own hands and he leans down to take the hardened peak of your nipple into his mouth. You gasp at the new sensation, combing your finger through his hair.

His hips roll down again before he begins moving further down your body. His fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties. He watches your face as he pulls them down and away, tossing them to the side. His kiss moves to your inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” he asks, for once seeming unsure in his actions.

Once you provide a breathless affirmation, his head is between your thighs, his tongue laving through your folds and circling your clit.

One of your hands fists in his hair while the other grabs tight to the pillow that rests beneath your head.

“Oh, god, Tony… Fuck…”

In response to the slight bucking of your hips, he grips your thighs and presses you tighter to the mattress. Just as you look down at him, his eyes open to meet yours. His eyes flutter closed again as he moans against you. Your grip on his hair tightens as that sweet tension builds in your lower abdomen. Then as his tongue moves further down and pushes into you, you can’t hold on anymore. He keeps going, swallowing down everything you have to give him.

You hum in pleasure as he pulls away. You hand falls free from his hair and down to the bed.

“You okay?” he chuckles.

“Uh-huh.” You beckon him closer with a wave of your hand, “Come here.”

Once he’s hovering over you again, he lowers his lips to yours. You can taste yourself in his kiss. His lips leaves yours a moment later, moving down to your neck.

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“I need you, Tony.” You whisper, trailing your fingertips up his spine.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He smiles, raising your hand to his lips and placing a kiss to your palm.

“Come on, baby, you know what I mean.”

“You’re sure?”

“I love you, Tony. I would have said it before, but…”

“We got a little caught up.”

You giggle as you nod in agreement.

“God, I love it when you laugh. I can’t wait to hear your scream.”

His words make you gasp. He chuckles and stands up to remove the tight fabric of his briefs. Then he over you again, his generous length just inches from your waiting core. A bit to your surprise, he lays on his back beside you and grabs your hips.

“Like I said,” he whispers, positioning you over him, “I’m all yours.”

His grasps the base of his shaft in his hand, positioning his cockhead at your entrance. Your body opens for him, taking him in inch by inch. Your head falls forward once he’s buried to the hilt.

“Damn, you’re so tight, baby.” He groans, “Feels so good.”

You breath is shaky as you begin to move against him, moaning each time he slides back home. You start slow, watching him come undone beneath you. His eyes are focused on where your bodies join. His bottom lip is held tight between his teeth. His focus shifts, though, when you moan his name. He grins as his hands move over the curve of your ass. You gasp, your movements faltering when his hand strikes the soft flesh.

You recover somewhat quickly, bracing yourself against his chest as you begin to move faster. The way you’re positioned against him delivers much needed friction against your clit. There’s nothing but the sounds of your moans, groans and grunts filling the room. He hits you again, spurring your movements on and making you move just a little faster.

Your hands move from his chest to the mattress on either side of his head. He stills your hips, taking over by thrusting his hips up.

Shit!” you scream, clutching his shoulder and digging your nails in.

His arms wrap securely around your waist, and he flips you to your back, easily keeping up his unrelenting pace. Your moans become screams of pleasure as he drives you hard into the mattress.

He hooks his hand behind your leg and pushes your knee up to your shoulder. The new angle lets him go deeper, edging you closer to your release. He finally eases up, settling into a slow, hard pace. A few more thrusts right against your g-spot and you’re the one coming apart beneath him.

The clenching of your walls around him draws his own release from him, the heat of his come coating your inner walls. You heave several deep breaths as he collapses beside you after a couple of minutes.

“Be right back.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and getting up from the bed.

You hear the water turn on in the bathroom. After a moment, it shuts off again. He comes back out to you, his touch gentle between your thighs as he cleans you up. He goes back to the bathroom, tossing the towel into the sink from the doorway.

He climbs back into bed with you, pulling the blankets up and over you. You rest your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest. You trail your fingertips over the scar on his chest left behind by his heart surgery.

He takes your hand once again, bringing your hand to his lips and placing kisses on the pads of your fingertips.

“You know,” he says, kissing your forehead, “we’re never going to live this down if the team finds out.”

“Let them find out. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“So you’re prepared for the jokes about our age difference? I mean, I’m pretty much old enough to be your father.”

“Does that mean I should start calling you ‘daddy’?”

“Only if you don’t want to get any sleep tonight.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you sit up and lean close him, your lips barely an inch from his, “Daddy.”

He spanks you once abruptly, “You asked for it, baby girl.”

You giggle as he moves to hover over you, his kiss rougher than before.

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The next morning, you’re both back on the jet but keeping your distance from one another. It’s not necessarily on purpose. He’s helping with setting the navigation. You’re sitting across from Natasha at the back of the jet, cleaning your weapons.

“Thanks, by the way, for the advice on the outfit.” You say, looking down the barrel of your gun.

“I told you it would be useful, and I was right.”

“Yeah,” you smile, looking in Tony’s direction and catching his eye; he winks at you, a smile on his face when he turns his attention back the screen projection in front of him, “you were.” 


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“There are new kids on the block”

Continuing my series of Young Avengers character fan arts (or what I’d want a Young Avengers Netflix mini-series to look like ha ha……).

This is my take on William “Billy” Kaplan, aka Wiccan. Since I’m redesigning all of them, I decided - why not give Billy comfortable modern clothing, as well as a cool cape? :) Who’s next?

Missing 6

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing // Drinking // It’s going to be sad and angsty.
Don’t fall for the clarity, don’t fall for it. It will only destroy you later… Haha

Months after the split with you and Steve, you’re not as well off as you should be, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t make the right choice, right?

A/N: Mini series I am doing. Only around 500 words each, than I am adding Deleted Scenes from Steve’s POV with each part. 

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“Nat what do you mean you won’t be there?” You yell into the phone, you hear loud banging, Nat curses. “Is that gun fire?!” Your voice shocked, she was on a mission.

“I sent a replacement.” You hear a thump, and Nat panting.

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Lightning and Metal Don't Mix

A/N: Alrighty, so I’m trying a Thor x reader x Bucky pairing, this has nothing to do with my upcoming series, “I Picked You Pikachu, Now Deal With It”, this is more of a warm up, a test run if you will. Let me know if you think I should continue or leave it as is. Your feedback is greatly appreciated!

 Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, Bucky being an ass and Thor cuteness 💕 

 Paring: Thor x reader x Bucky




Your large dysfunctional family consisted of the avengers. Everyone had a role, you had Mother-hen Tony, big brother Steve, second older brother Sam, older sister Natasha, little sister Wanda, and cousin Clint and Bruce.

Well except for Thor and Bucky. Bucky did NOT like you. At all. He’d come from his shell of a life and became friendly, firty, and cheerful to everyone, but you. You got his other side, the harsh, bitter, judgmental, and cold side.

He made small comments to you, when no one was around, but then he became more bold, using small words the others overlooked to insult you.
No one really knew why, not Natasha or Steve, both of whom you were great friends with.

You could handle lightning like Thor, except you didn’t need something to channel it from, you just used your mind, and bing ba-da boom! Lightning!

And though you were given the abilities through Hydra, you were naturally freakishly strong and fast, you could easily keep up with Steve and even lift him.
Thor was the one who you mostly spent time with during missions as your abilities went well with one another. And to be honest, you had a crush on “Fabio” as Tony called Thor.

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“What” You ask, utterly confused why Loki is looking at you like that.
“We don’t have these types of… garments back in Asgard…”


Requested by Anon! Should I start making imagines with T’Challa? Cause I’ve been in a Black Panther mood lately (;

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Imagine: Sam telling you his nicknames for everybody on the team.

“Wait, hold up, you have a nickname for everybody on the team?” you asked slightly shocked to Sam, he nodded as you both sat drinking coffee in the bases kitchen, he chuckled lightly at your face “why?” you asked with a frown.

“Well, because you have Captain Small Ass” you burst out laughing “cause I am Falcon Big Butt, of course,” you continued to laugh at him “Vision is; That Guy Should Never Wear a Sweater” that made you laugh harder.  

“Tony; Little Man, Big Attitude” you could feel tears pricking at your eyes “Natasha; She Could Kill Me. Clint; Only Runs On Coffee And Determination” you snorted as Sam remained composed “together they are; Best Friends Who Kill Together, Will Probably Kill You Together

“Scott; forever Tic-Tac, he won’t ever get away from that” you nodded, still laughing at him “T’Challa; Crazy Cat Lady and Peter; Bug Spray” Sam knew how to make you laugh till you couldn’t breathe.

“Wanda: Cute Can Kill Now, Rhodey; Tony’s Impulse Control” you were gone, laughing too hard to pay attention to him, he smiled and chuckled also.

“What about Bucky?” you asked

Sam was silent for a moment “Steve’s Crazy Ex-Boyfriend” and with that, you fell out of your chair, crying with laughter.

(Hope you’re enjoying everything that is going up on the 28th & 29th so far, happy one year to the blog :D - Ro)

12 Days of Christmas Day 8: The Magic of You

Summary: Bucky’s really cranky and everyone suggests he go see you to feel better.

Pairnings: None

Warnings: You might feel the need to cuddle someone after this

Work Count: 1.1k

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Bucky walked into the kitchen with a sour expression and got coffee without speaking to anyone. He had another rough night of nightmares and the bags under his eyes showed it.

“Good morning, Buck,” Steve greeted.

“Yeah? What’s so good about it?” Bucky grumbled. Steve looked at Wanda who just shrugged.

“Are you okay, Bucky?” Steve inquired.

“What do you think, Steve? I’ve been brainwashed, killed people and I only have one arm.”

“I think you should go see Y/N,” Wanda piped in.

“Why? What could she possibly be able to do to make life more enjoyable? Can she travel through time?”

“She can’t travel through time, but she can make your life more enjoyable,” Wanda answered.

“Wanda’s not wrong,”

“That’s a first,” Clint came in, “What are we talking about?”

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