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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : the weather is bad and your dad, whose been picking you up after late shifts, is out of town so he’s sent his best friend bucky to take his little girl home. who is bucky to refuse?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dad’s best friend!bucky barnes x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4,215 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :  (  MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+  )  teasing, age gap (bucky is late 30s, reader is 22-23?), undefined relationship, praise kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving mentioned), dirty talk, pet names (sweets/sweetheart, honey, baby/doll), unprotected sex  ( don’t risk it, wrap ya biscuit! ), creampie, cumplay.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :  i really said to myself “hey why don’t u write something small abt this au!bucky” and then it took two days and made my brain melt out through my bad ear. anyway, please don’t reupload, repost or translate my work. i only post on tumblr, so if you see this elsewhere know that it isn’t me. once again, i ask that MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+

“You better be careful, what with this weather” Your boss, Tom, calls as you pull on your jacket, having so graciously offered to finish closing up on his own so you could get a head start to try and beat the worst of the wind and rain. You’re babbling your thanks to him once again when the bell above the diner door gives a jingle, your ride home entering. Your boss is about to shoo him away, telling him that they’re closed but you cut in, “Don’t worry, this is just Bucky. My dad asked him to pick me up, cause he’s outta town”.

“Y’ready, doll?” Bucky calls out with his familiar drawl, opening the door back up and letting a large gust of wind and rain into the diner. You make a point to dart straight out, shouting your good nights and final thank you to Tom as you rush to Bucky’s car, earning a chuckle from the pair. The parking around the diner isn’t that expansive, but it’s dark and you find yourself halting as you look out for it, only for Bucky’s hand to find the small of your back and guide you instead.

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    𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

pairing┃dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count┃3,330 words

warnings┃significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3

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Azriel’s Shadows love you as much as he does - Azriel x female!reader

Type - Imagine

Character(s) - Azriel

Warning(s)- Fluffy

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Ever since Azriel can remember he has been self conscious about his abilities. His situation in the Illyrian camp did not do much to make him feel better about his gift. He always tried to keep them out of sight and away. This was easy most of the time, the only time they ever seem to get the best of him was when you were around.

No matter how hard he tries, the shadows demand your attention. They love you. Every time that you come around Azriel they seem to glow brighter, as if they were trying to get your attention.

 Not to mention when you came within touching range. Every time you came close to him they would jet out from their places and towards you. This frustrated him to no extent. He was so good with controlling them but every time you came around he seemed to lose any grasp he had on them.

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Hi,can I request an azriel fic where he bumbs into someone in velaris and the bond snaps for him but he loses her in the crowd and he spends days trying to find her? And when he does he gets all shy and nervous?

This is my first ever request so beware, but I loved writing this. The ending isn’t the best, but please let me know what you think and I’d love to write for you again. Enjoy!

「Azriel x reader」

「Azriel meets his mate but loses them in the crowd」

Azriel wandered into the weapons shop he frequented when in need of a new dagger or other weapons. He wanted a new sheath for truth teller, a leather one to be exact. He headed around to the back of the store where he knew the sheaths he desired would be waiting. He browsed through the various choices on the wall and shelves.

He had settled on 4 and he was trying to choose when a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“The black one on the left fits most comfortably on the upper thigh area. It’s also made of a stronger leather material than the others- it’s my personal favorite.”

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and was met with e/c eyes. He looked the person over, and as he did he felt as if his world had shifted into place, like everything in his life suddenly made sense. His mate, he realized.

He stood, eyes wide, seemingly dumbfounded for a moment, only being brought back by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey you alright? I know I don’t look like someone who knows a lot about knives and daggers but I didn’t think it was that shocking.” They let out a small laugh as Azriel gathered himself and tried to come up with an excuse.

“I’m alright, just got a bit distracted.” He gave no more of an answer than that but thankfully the mystery person accepted the response.

“Azriel,” he said, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.”

“I know what I want and don’t normally browse like I am today- the clerk always has my things ready for pick up. And it’s Y/n by the way.” Y/n, Azriel repeated it to himself. A fitting name.

They talked for a while about the various types of leather and sheaths they both prefer. Azriel watched as a smile showed brightly on y/n’s face as they spoke. He noticed their eyes, that piercing e/c, he could get lost in them forever. He could see a spark of something in them as they spoke. Passion- Azriel realized, passion for the weapons and daggers.  

He watched as their gaze traveled to the clock on the wall. Their smile fell and they let out a sigh, turning back towards him.

“Well  it looks like I gotta run- gotta meet a friend for lunch. It was great meeting you Azriel, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” They offered him a smile as they headed for the door.

“Wai-” he couldn’t finish the sentence before they were already out the door.

He set down the items in his hands and headed out after them. He walked out and into the street, but couldn’t find them in the large crowd. He let out a long sigh as he headed back in to purchase the items from before.

Tomorrow, he thought, he’d search for them tomorrow.

- - -

Over the next few days Azriel went out to the bustling city everyday, sending out his shadows and visiting various shops in hopes of running into y/n again. All Azriel could see was their face, and that smile. That damn smile- the smile they wore while the two of them talked about various weapons they loved.

He wanted nothing more than to see them again.

Azriel was starting to give up, feeling as if he wouldn’t be able to find them again. He walked down the street and wandered into a small bakery, maybe a snack would help him to relax a little and think.

Just as Azriel went to sit at one of the tables, his ears perked up at the sound of a voice- the voice of his mate.

His head whipped around as he saw them. Talking and laughing with the shop’s owner. His world seemed as if it was in slow motion as he watched them. He got so lost in the sound of their laugh and the smile on their face he forgot he was even looking for them in the first place.

He was brought back by a wave of jealousy. That was his mate, they should be smiling and laughing with him, not some baker.

Before he realized what he was doing, he was out of his chair, feet moving on their own, headed towards his mate.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if I could borrow y/n for a moment?” The power in his voice didn’t go unnoticed as the baker quickly apologized and headed to the back.

“Well if it isn’t the shadowsinger,” they looked toward him. “Back for some more of my expert advice.”

As soon as their eyes met he froze. He hadn’t thought of what to say and this was his mate- he couldn’t mess up.

“You were right about the sheath... it is very comfortable on the thigh region” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and he silently cursed himself for the stutter in his words.

“Well I did say I know what I’m talking about, but based on the way you stormed up here, I’d say this is about more than just a sheath.” They wore a smirk on their face that made Azriel turn away in embarrassment.

“The other day... in the shop, I felt the bond- the mate bond I mean.” Azriel tried to look up and meet their eyes, but they had that smile on their face and he felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Oh I know, I was just wondering when you would do something about it.” The smirk grew on y/n’s face at the sight of Azriel blushing even deeper now. It seemed so unlike the scary, monstrous shadowsinger they had heard about before.

Azriel finally looked up and met their eyes, those gorgeous eyes. “I was wondering if maybe,” he took a pause trying to find his words, “you would want to go on a date with me? Maybe go to dinner?”

He looked up at them with hopeful eyes and y/n smiled at him. He looked so adorable- they could get used to this shy side of his.

“Well I would be honored to go on a date with you, mate.”

Azriel smiled brightly at that- his mate, his and his only.

“I’ll pick you up tonight?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He looked at them and didn't know what else to say. Curse this nervous side of his.

Y/n offered him a small smile as they gathered the baked goods they purchased earlier. Neither of them knew what to say. “Well I should get going. I’ll see you tonight Azriel.”

“Az... please... call me Az.” Their smile grew even wider.

“Goodbye Az, see you soon”

As Azriel watched them walk out of the bakery he knew his life was complete, and that this- y/n, the bond- was worth the 500 year wait.

Umm hi I don’t know if you still take ACOTAR requests anymore but if you do can I request an azriel x reader where he’s in love with her and is afraid of rejection but he doesn’t know that she loves him too? 👉🏻👈🏻

hi nonnie, i’ll always accept an acotar request, hehe! did this in headcanon form, hope you don’t mind <3 it’s quite long and a little rough around the edges, but i hope you like it! ps. tumblr mucked up the formatting, some dot points don’t want to be indented. i hope it still makes sense x 

when your and azriel’s paths crossed, it was the mother at work again. after mor, azriel didn’t think he’d ever have the strength for love again. the aching and the pining had taken their toll, and the appeal of the mating bond had faded. to feel it all again, to risk his heart like that again - he couldn’t. and yet, the mother saw fit that he would. 

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he first met you in the palace of hoof and leaf, and it didn’t mean anything at the time; a stranger’s kindness, or if he indulged his cynicism, a hawker’s ploy. you were a commoner, a milkmaid who came to sell your products in the markets. he’d been at the neighbouring stall, waiting for the clerk to put together the only tea brew in prythian that could placate his migraines.

“sir, mr. shadowsinger, sir,” you called, “could i offer you a sample of my goat’s milk? maggie-may is very special, her milk can be just as good as a healer’s work, i swear it. try it, try it, sir.” 

azriel looked you over, glad that cassian wasn’t here to make that particular moniker stick. one brow raised in dubiety, he nodded and held out his hand - might as well, he thought, tired and getting ever more desperate for his tea. this didn’t show outwardly, of course; azriel’s face was as neutral as ever, his shadows coiling about his talons. your gaze was expectant as he tried the sample, and while it was a little too earthy for his taste, he nodded all the same. perhaps it had encouraged you too much, because then you asked: “could i perhaps persuade you to buy a pint?”

azriel had no interest at all, yet he couldn’t help but notice the detail: your fraying sleeves, the imperfect glass bottles, the beginnings of dark circles under your eyes. and yet you were smiling, you were sweet, being very generous for someone who had to presumably make a living selling fresh products. not for the first time, azriel made a purchase that only someone of the inner circle could afford, and one that didn’t really benefit him. “i’ll take several,” he said, looking at the handful of wooden caddies, mostly still filled with milk bottles. “i’ll take it all.” 

the clerk then handed azriel his brew while you stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, working through a range of emotions. at first you thought he was mocking you, but when he turned around again, fiddling with his coin pouch, you realised he was serious. “but, sir— maggie-may’s milk sure is delicious, but only in moderation— i couldn’t expect someone to buy it all—”

“as much as you’d let me, then,” he amended, being mindful not to impose or patronise. you bit your lip, trying to tally up the ultimate price, trying to gauge whether this man could even afford it. two gold, you said, trying your luck. azriel merely fingered his coins, placing the expected two and an additional three on the counter. he must’ve noticed your shock; you had frozen, after all, perhaps even stopped breathing. “since maggie-may is so special,” he drawled, earning a disbelieving laugh from you. 

that night, cerridwen, nuala, and elain were very confused at the sight of bottles and bottles of milk laying in wait on the kitchen counter in the house of wind. the note - clearly by azriel’s neat hand - read: use within five days.

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from then on, you always engaged azriel when you spotted him in the market. you could never forget his generous first purchase, and so while he waited for the tea master to finalise his special brew, you would entertain him with an endless supply of free samples of new products. over the years, azriel saw your business extend from milk to also include cheese and soap. he learned unnecessary things about your cattle, such as the supposed social dynamics and - mother forbid - adultery that mr. sweet pea the goat seemed prone to. over time, azriel grew comfortable enough to share some of his stories and observations, the things he’s seen in other courts. it took a while to realise you had become more than his mere acquaintance, and perhaps it was because you were outside his usual spheres of the inner circle and his spy network. to have someone outside was new, and a little jarring at times. the different experiences, the contrasting perspectives - it was refreshing, and reminded azriel how far he’d come since his miserable youth. when he was with you, the stakes weren’t so high, the conditions not so dire. you were a spot of calm, a reminder that life could be something other than the court’s defense. 

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one time when he visited - his tea no longer a requisite for him to make an effort to come in - you were noticeably subdued. “mr. sweet pea passed away,” you revealed, eyes wet and voice thick. something about that seized his heart, his shadows growing restless. “he was so special.” you actually said that about each of your cattle, something that azriel had started to find endearing, because he knew you really believed it.

social tact was not a strength of his - azriel knew he tended to be rigid and too formal - so he stumbled over some stilted condolences. it felt awkward and impersonal; azriel couldn’t empathise with the death of a pet, but he wanted to make it hurt less. he still remembered what the late goat had looked like the last time you had brought him in - an old thing, with a long beard and a mix of brown and black fur. strong, impressive horns, one which had a sizeable chip missing. 

so that night, he did what he could and sketched that image he had in his mind, of mr. sweet pea looking very wise and ponderous, if a little tired. azriel’s time as spymaster had bestowed him a keen eye and dexterous fingers, allowing him to make the necessary sketches to give his colleagues a clearer picture when necessary - of maps, of creatures, of profiles. they tended to be a little rough and raw, nothing particularly artistic. he thought the same of his current piece, and hesitated over whether it was good enough.

when he finally gave you the sketch the next day, you went very still. he started stumbling over some excuses, but you soon interrupted him with a shaky breath. “this is so thoughtful, azriel. thank you so much.” 

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azriel grew bolder, and interactions started to occur outside the markets. he’d invite you for tea, indirectly revealing one of his interests. he was a hard man to read, his expressions subtle when not stoic, but you learned. outside of professional matters, he was rarely straightforward, and tended to express his emotions in delicate, layered ways. his care for you was in the way he listened, how his attention never wavered when you were speaking with him. it was how he kept you close when you two navigated busy streets, how he lifted a wing over your head for cover when it rained, how he was content to spend time with you at your stall - sometimes for hours - despite his preference for quietude. 

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when work took him away, you two would exchange letters. azriel didn’t realise how dangerous a thing it was, because you quickly became a very intimate and constant part of his life. the act of writing tricked him, making it easier to truly express his thoughts - there was no pressure of navigating the immediate reaction, no incentive to keep his words short. you managed to draw so much out of him. he was mindful of each letter of yours he received, keeping them safe and tied together with an old ribbon of yours he’d saved before you could throw it away. he would never admit it, but work abroad tended to be overwhelming: while secure in his network’s quality of intelligence, being in another’s territory always meant having to deal with various variables and vulnerabilities, usually unknown. maybe your letters would have made it all a little more manageable if they didn’t elicit such longing within him. your words made him smile, yes, but they also made his heart ache. he missed you.

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after a lengthy assignment in the dawn court, azriel was relieved to be back in velaris. his shadows swirled and whispered around his shoulders, eager to feel your presence too. he knew they fascinated you, how playful they could be sometimes. yet, azriel couldn’t find you at your empty market stall. it was odd - you hadn’t mentioned moving in your recent letters, and he couldn’t find you in any of the other market squares either. soon his shadows grew restless, embodying the concern that was rising.

he employed his spy network to find your farm, hoping it wouldn’t be too intrusive to just show up unannounced. you had mentioned some details in passing before - it was a modest place, with a small house and a meagre hill of grass to feed a handful of goats and sheep. the door was answered by two worried faces, who took one look at azriel and grew even more distressed. “our son— it’s not our son, is it? it can’t be— he just—”

“i’m here to see your daughter,” azriel interrupted, too preoccupied to remember polite niceties. they were confused, guarded, but let him through. the hallways were narrow, his wings often knocking against the wall sconces. he listened as they explained your condition - an illness had befallen you, leaving you bedridden for days. apparently a healer had told them it’ll pass with rest and water, and with that reassurance, azriel forced himself to remember his place. right in front of your closed door, he willed his shadows away from his face, called upon his familiar impassiveness. turning around to face your parents, he amended, “may i see your daughter?” 

your room was dark, the curtains drawn. his heart raced as he heard your laboured breaths, and something pulled at him when he saw the small desk in the corner, an unfinished letter atop it. “azriel?” you whispered, voice sounding so small. “is it really you?” 

he neared, taking a cautious seat on the side of the bed. you were shivering, but the thin sheet covering you stuck to your skin with sweat. “yes, it’s me, sweetheart,” he said, the endearment slipping out before he could stop it. his throat closed up immediately after, but your vague movements suggested you didn’t even realise, and that you weren’t all there. he could see the feverish blush high on your cheeks, even in the dim light.

“you’re too big for this room,” you mused softly, making azriel smile despite his worry. indeed, he had to bend down to avoid hitting his head, and keep his wings tucked in uncomfortably tight. he took your hand in his, and even in your feverish haze, you could register the roughness of his scarred hands, but they always handled you gently. “why didn’t you tell me in your letters?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. your discomfort was clear in your frown, in your downturned lips. noticing the basin on the bedside table, he took the damp rag on your forehead and dipped it into the cool water, wringing away the excess before gently placing it atop your head again. 

“i… didn’t want to trouble you with… with something trivial. a few more days and… and i’ll be back to work.” a weak smile pulled at your mouth, and azriel gathered both of your hands in his again. he shook his head at your line of thinking.

“your health isn’t a trivial matter to me,” he said, leaning close and cupping your cheek. in hindsight, it was so obvious that he had been in love with you far longer than he thought. it was all so rueful, the fact that he had let it happen again. despite it all, he pressed a kiss to your hand, trying to ignore how it trembled. your smile strengthened then, tracing a finger over his brow and down the bridge of his nose. azriel took a deep breath to savour the touch, and soon you two were merely watching each other, azriel wondering what thoughts were running through your slightly added mind. your lids eventually started to droop, however, but still he stayed even when you fell asleep, taking care to change the cool rag when necessary. his shoulders slumped when his head fell into his hands, squeezing his eyes shut tight. with such a revelation, what was he to do from now on? 

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azriel didn’t think he could be a good lover to you - even if he so very much wanted to be. his job took up so much of time, and it required him to be secretive. azriel wouldn’t ever be able to share everything with you, for the sake of keeping you safe. even if he could, there was just something in his nature that kept him reserved and pushed others away. there were so many things he’d rather leave in the past, and so many more that he wished he hadn’t been part of. there was that, but also his loathsome scarred hands - a reminder of those darker days. no matter how gentle, his touch would always scratch and scrape. once you took notice of how neglected they were, left to dry out and sometimes even scab, you took to work to concoct a nourishing lotion. “you have to be gentle with yourself, azriel,” you had once told him, gently applying the salve to his hands. they were rough but warm against your skin. “you do so much.”

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and so, everything he did with you was tinged with a hint of sorrow. he couldn’t bring himself to confront you with the severity of his feelings, but he also couldn’t quite remove you from his life - you had become a friend. you eventually noticed that he started to let his touches linger: when he hugged you, he’d curl arms and wings around you, enveloping you wholly; when you were near, his shadows would stretch toward you, as if revealing a hidden desire. when you reached for his hand, he would always grip it firmly, and when you came very close for some unimportant reason, his gaze would always linger on your face, flicking so often to your lips. 

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one night you had invited him over to the farm, wanting to introduce him to the latest addition of your household: a baby goat, just over a week old. she was as white as snow, and kept nibbling at your hair as you held her in your arms. “what should we name her, azriel?” you had asked, too preoccupied to notice how tense he was, hands in his pockets. “i was thinking of marjorie, or maybe miss marjorie… hey, what’s wrong?” his face was unusually expressive, his shadows roiling about his talons as if in distress. putting down the goat, her legs still clumsy and gangly, you stepped closer to azriel, reaching out. he shook his head, trying to school his face but you knew him by now. your shoulders slumped, recalling his strange behaviour over the years - he was present in most ways, but avoidant in others. “i wish you’d talk to me, azriel,” you murmured, taking his hand and hoping he wouldn’t mind the dirt. “you mean so much to me.”

it all bubbled up then in that small barn, the light dim and the smell of earth pungent. you let out a rueful laugh, rubbing your eye. “i’m in love with you,” you said, very quietly at first. immediately you felt so naive to be doing this. the fact was that azriel came from a different life, one that saw him as a leader of the court, who worked with powerful and beautiful people, fae who were richer and stronger and vastly more interesting. azriel’s mere presence in your life was extraordinary enough. and yet, you had found yourself falling in love despite the impracticability of it, found yourself admiring his kindness, his quiet generosity, his strength and resilience and dry humour. you shifted, looking right into his eyes. even if your love was unrequited, he deserved to be told - if only to let him know that he indeed was loved by one more.  “i’m in love with you. i don’t— i don’t expect you to say it in return, but i can no longer keep it to myself. i love you.” 

that threw azriel. he had fantasised of course, indulged in the scenario. but now, as you waited for his response, his thoughts stuttered. what? he wanted to say, unable to believe what he actually so very desperately wanted to believe. you grew nervous as the silence lengthened, azriel’s face as stoic as ever. you shook your head, covering your mouth in regret. “i’m sorry, i— i shouldn’t have said anything—”

he gripped your shoulders tight, gaze intense and voice low. “i also love you.”

“why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?” the solemnity which had tinged your relationship for some time was subtle, but you had felt it, and it had bothered you. 

azriel’s hands came up to cup your face, and he quickly shook his head. “it’s not,” he said, he urged. “it’s not, it’s not.” and then his lips met yours, chapped and rough, kissing you slowly, thoroughly, firmly. the conviction made your heart melt, and you gripped his wrists, feeling his racing pulse and caressing it, kissing him back, standing on your toes, letting him steal your breath. “i love you so much, sweetheart,” he sighed against your lips, nose brushing against yours. you went to reply but then azriel had claimed your mouth again, one hand snaking around to your back and the other to the nape of your neck. the light shifted behind your closed eyes as his wings came down to envelope the both of you, and your fingers reached to tangle in his hair, to trace the shells of his ears.

when you two parted again, his grin was lopsided and a little wry. “i just couldn’t believe it,” he murmured, his eyes shining with emotion. why not? you wanted to ask, wondering what it was that had held him back for so long, but decided to delay it for another day. all you could do was hug him tighter, just glad for the sight of his smile and the feeling of his relief. glad for his happiness.

domestic life with loki

i hope you enjoy this, it’s super fluffy (but it has some minor nsfw at towards the end!). enjoy :)

while loki is the god of mischief, and brings a little too much chaos with him practically everywhere he goes...

you and loki’s settled life together was anything but chaotic. it was pure tranquility in everyway possible

you were convinced this is what heaven was like

you and loki, once you two decided to settle down together, decided to leave the states

and so the two of you found the nicest place to live in ireland

with loki’s magic and what not, you two built a cottage in the middle of a beautiful, endless forest on a large hill

it was the kind where if you followed the path down the hill, it’d lead you to a lovely stream

sometimes you two would spot harmless wild animals pass through the area

there was not another home in sight, but if you walked a couple minutes up and over the other side of the hill, you’d find yourself amidst a gorgeous tiny town

full of locals, cute shops, bookstores, and more

every single morning, without fail, you’d wake up with the rising sun in your face coming in through the windows, before loki pressed a soft, warm kiss on your forehead

he’d make his way out (and you’d admire his shirtless back as he walked away) and into the kitchen, where he’d be awaiting you with a cup of tea or coffee

“good morning, darling” and he’d wait for a passionate kiss first before giving you your drink

every. single. morning.

your day to day routines would vary a little bit each day

sometimes you two would hop on your bikes, or walk into town hand-in-hand

you’d stop at a farmer’s market, as loki chose all of his favorite fruits

he’d pull you into the bookstore and would have you close your eyes as he gently dragged your pointer finger along the shelves until you said “stop”

he’d stop, pull out the book, and try to read to you the most romantic passage he could find in it

you blushed every single time.

little shit had such a way with words

you’d stop for some lunch or dessert at a local bakery nearby

if you were feeling really up to it, you and loki would catch a train and visit dublin, or perhaps go all the way to england for a weekend trip

your cottage had a long, winding garden out in the back, so some days you’d tend to it as loki was reading inside, or on the swinging bench

you had music playing while you worked out in the dirt, so you wouldn’t hear loki as he’d come behind you, grab you gently by the waist and kiss you so passionately, you’d drop your gardening tool on the grass

he’d chuckle at your funny gardening hat, kiss you once on the nose, and say “c’mon inside, love. i made tea. you deserve a break”

when it was rainy (which was more often than not), you two would sit outside on your swinging bench under a covered area, and just listen to the sweet sounds of nature

you’d lay your head in loki’s lap as he ran his cool fingers through your hair tenderly

“is this what true peace is?” you’d whisper, just barely over the pouring rain

loki would sigh contently, remembering all of the chaos, violence, and stress from his past. he’d take one loving glance at you, run his fingers over your cheek and say,

“i’ve never known peace until you.”

you smiled shyly, “i love you.”

“and i, you, darling. until the end of our days, and so on.”

“and so on...” you closed your eyes, soaking in the feel of his touch

your absolute favorite pastime with loki, though: baths.

you two were very much fans of skin on skin, not even in a sexual way

loki would magic away the lights, leaving only the soft dim of candles lighting up the bathroom

he’d take you gently by the hand, discard you of the thin robe you were wearing, and carry you into the tub

you two would take turns shampooing and lathering one another. it was so quiet, so peaceful...it was almost meditative

the only sounds you’d let out were soft moans when his fingers would scratch just the right spot on your scalp. he’d laugh softly at that.

there was nothing more tranquil to him than the sounds you made

you’d lay on his chest until the water got cold, then he’d help dry you off and get into bed

but not before another long kiss

(a little nsfw) with you and loki’s home being in such a quiet, secluded place, you two ravished each other and made love almost any place you possibly could

he’d take you on the bed. in the bathtub. on the kitchen table after a candlelit dinner on your anniversary. in the living room while some old movie kept playing.

one time, you and loki had a romantic picnic out in your garden

and he ended up making love to you right there and then on the ground

every moment intimately spent together was nothing short of sweet whispers of affirmations, pleasureable moans, and pure passion

you and loki would also take advantage of the view, and you’d make your way down the hill, and sit by the stream late at night to star-gaze or watch the full moon

loki would point out the stars and tell you the history about them. and if he didn’t know it, you two would name it together

“you see those two stars over there? the ones that look almost...attached by the hip? we can call those after us.”

“you mean our names?”

“yes.”

“you fucking sap.” but you devoured him in a kiss anyways.

sometimes you and loki would turn on soft, intrumental music, and blast it in your living room

you’d walk in wearing a nice, long sundress that drove loki mad, holding two glasses of wine

and he’d pull you in close to him, and you two would sway in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours

when you two were tired, and ready for the day to be over, he’d pull you into him in bed, wrapping his arms around you

you’d press a warm kiss to his neck, and he’d leave one on your forehead. then you two would meet in the middle with a kiss on the lips.

you guys sleep with a window open, letting the sounds of nature filter through

as your eyes began to droop, loki whispers softly by your ear, sending light shivers through your body

“my little dove, i am yours forever.”

pure tranquility. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you liked it!

Denial ~ MCU Cast x Reader

A/n: Hi guys! Sorry I haven’t updated in a while, just got a little swamped and my motivation wasn’t helping much. 

I hope you all have been staying safe and taking care of yourselves! 

The format of writing I’ve used this time is a bit different, so let me know if it’s too confusing. The reader can be whatever age you want them to be. Not too much of a child though. 

Maybe 16+. You are one of the younger ones in the cast.

I’ve kept it gender-neutral so if you see that I’ve used any pronouns that says otherwise, please let me know. 

Requested by: @catsandbooksandsstuff

feedback is always appreciated! I hope this satisfies you! 

Send me asks if you just wanna chat and talk about stuff or ask me something other than fic requests. I’d love getting to know my readers.

Sorry for typos, I’ll proofread later. 

Words: 2k+ 

Warnings: offensive questions, creeps…swears? i don’t remember but let me know if there r more.

Also all scenarios here are complete fiction.

(disclaimer: any act of translation or plagiarism will not be tolerated. this oneshot is not available anywhere other than tumblr so if seen somewhere else, please do notify me)

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You’ve been part of this wonderful family for more than a decade. And these people that you’ve worked with for so long mean the absolute world to you.

And even though you are one of the youngest there and everyone else were protective and whipped for you, you were just as protective about them, if not more.

Currently you were at home reading a novel that you finally got around to after putting it off for months when your phone dinged. (This was exactly why you couldn’t finish this book, you got distracted quite easily).

It was a message in the Avengers Group Chat. Evans had sent a link to a YouTube video titled,” Y/n being the protector of the MCU Cast”. He captioned the link saying’ Y/n/n, you are exposed’.

You huffed, typing a reply ‘I am not!!’.

Tom Hiddleston just sent laughing emojis saying,’ denial at it’s finest.’ You rolled your eyes as you saw the rest of the actors join in on teasing you before you clicked on the video to see what it had.

Video:

Clip 1:

It showed you at an award show which you realized was from Age of Ultron after a couple seconds.

You were posing to all the cameras when suddenly you look at someone who was later shown to be Lizzie with furrowed eyebrows, giving an interview. You soon make your way towards her and somehow managed to pull her away from that interviewer soon afterwards.

 The fans didn’t exactly know what had happened at that time but the fan who edited, captioned it saying ‘Y/n was being protective over Elizabeth ’ which transitioned into the interview clip right before you pull Lizzie away.

You remembered vividly what had transpired that night. You had just entered the carpet, eyes nearly blinded by all the flashes when you caught Lizzie looking around with an uneasy smile. You gave a quick smile to the photographers before making you way to her.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy. Marvel is filled with these godly men. You must have hots for one of them at least” you caught the interviewer prodding, a fake smile on her face as she tried to find some sort of gossip for her article.

Latching you arm around Lizzie’s you entered the camera frame, ”Hi!!” Lizzie seemed relieved as she returned a bright smile as you said your hi to the interviewer as well. After the greetings got over, you saw the interviewer trying to come back to her previous question so you interrupted her before she could,” There’s Scar and Robert! Come on, we are going to have a group photo.”

Lizzie nodded her head as she smiled a goodbye to the camera before leaving with you.

“God, you have no idea what you just saved me from” Lizzie sighed as she hung onto your arm, causing you to chuckle,” I think I can guess. I caught the last bit of the question.”

She could hear the slight frustration in your tone as she softly nudged you,” Don’t let her ruin your mood. Come on, let’s greet the others!”

Clip 2:

This was an interview for infinity wars with you, Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth.

One particular question being the highlight of the video.

“So Chris Evans, heard you got a new girlfriend. Finally deciding to settle and set down roots?” the interviewer asked.

Before he could conjure up a reply you spoke,” Why? Are you envious?” you had a sly smirk on you face and the next second it was a zoomed in screenshot of Chris H covering his mouth trying not to laugh at your remark with the caption reading ‘Yas Queen’.

You laughed at the meme the fan had edited and took a screenshot of it to save and use it against him one day.

You had been paired with Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth for that particular day.

You three had been giggling and joking around, frustrating the interviewers by dodging all their questions so as to not give away spoilers and potentially be fired by Marvel.

Y’all had even made a game out of it, trying to see who could hold out the longest without giving any sensible answer. So half the time whenever someone tried to pry something about the movie, you’d turn to each other and ask about each other’s personal life or act as if you don’t even know English.

Sometimes the interviewers were good sports and laughed at your antics, sometimes they’d sigh in defeat and leave.  

When that question had popped up, something just didn’t sit right with you. The tone used by the interviewer just screamed judgemental and that bothered you. And you felt Chris Evans was sometimes too nice and oblivious to it.

You were more than satisfied when that interviewer’s face turned red as a tomato before ending the interview. As the interviewer left both the Chris’s high fived you as they laughed about the scene that had transpired.

Clip 3:

The quality of the clip was quite low but you could make out your and Scarlett’s figure. You were holding her hand as you lead her to the stage while glaring at someone who was being escorted somewhere farther from you two by the security guards.

You scoffed as you remembered what this event was from, feeling frustrated all over again. It was at comic con for civil war. You and Scarlett had been standing near the stage, having finished your panel. Both of you were hungry so you had asked a volunteer if they would be kind enough to get them a few snacks who had excitedly agreed.

You would’ve gone yourself but the place was packed and you all had to leave soon so you were told to stay put by your managers and other crew members.

Lizzie and Tom Holland had gone to the washroom and all the others were standing around scattered.

Scarlett had dropped something and bent down to pick it up before continuing the conversation you two had going on.

But you eyes had caught a guy who seemed like a volunteer loitering around suspiciously which you soon realized was because he was creepily checking out Scarlett.

Scarlett didn’t seem to notice him but saw that you weren’t listening to her,” Hey Y/n/n? You alright?” she asked concerned. You snapped your eyes back at her as you smiled,” Uh yeah. I’m fine Scar. Just thirsty. I’m going to get some water from that dispenser. Would you like a glass as well?”

She smiled and nodded before finding a couple stray chairs for both of you to sit on.

You quickly made your way towards the dispenser near the guy and filled two glasses. As you passed him on your way back to your seat, you “tripped” and split both the glasses of water on him who shrieked in surprise as he had still been busy staring at the actress.

“Oh I am so sorry!” you exclaimed in fake surprise as he looked at you in annoyance,” You should probably get that changed before you catch a cold.” You gestured for two guards to come over ,” Would you please escort this gentleman to a washroom”.

They nodded as they took him away.

Scarlett who had been watching the entire thing came over to where you were standing, glaring holes at the guy. She had originally wanted to ask if you had been hurt but when she saw your expression she asked,” Di-Did you do that on purpose?”

You looked at her with a teasing smile as you shrugged your shoulders. She looked at you curiously,” Why?”

“Seriously?” Anthony asked as he walked over,” Did you really not notice that guy ogling at you like a creep?”

By the stunned look on her face, you knew she had remained oblivious.

Anthony continued as he patted your back,” I think Y/n did him easy. I was almost ready to get him kicked out of here.”

“I just couldn’t do nothing about him.” You sneered before you felt soft arms wrapping around you,” Thanks Y/n/n.” she whispered with a smile before slightly kissing your head.

“ Though next time I’d prefer you told me so I can give these people a piece of my mind too” she winked as she pulled away, you both going back towards the stage before you turned one last time glaring to see if he was out of your sights.

Clip 4:

It was the interview panel for Thor: Ragnarok and you were sitting beside Tom Hiddleston and Tessa Thompson.

“Hello, I’m Roger. This question is for Tom Hiddleston. I wanted to ask how you feel about playing such a deceitful character and why would you say yes to such a role? I feel like you might’ve inherited some of his characteristics after playing him for so long.”

You took over the mic before he could,” Damn, deceitful is quite a strong word. Honestly, I feel like its misused here since from what I’ve observed over the years, people seem to absolutely love Loki.”

You statement was soon backed up by a loud cheer from the crowd before you continued,” If anything, I think people love you more because of Loki, Tom.” You teased as he laughed.

After the excitement had gone down, he had answered the guy politely.

It had been a long day and that was the last panel of the day. All of you were ready to go back to the hotel and call it a day.

And thankfully there had been no irritating questions until then.

Tom seemed a bit startled even though he gave a polite smile as he searched for the right words. But you did not like one bit of how distastefully that question was asked. So you intervened.

You could tell by Tom’s expression that he was trying not to laugh out loud when you mentioned people loving Loki because he knew you were specifically referring to that part of the fanbase who thirsted over the God of Mischief.

You had shown him a few Reels and Memes on it just before this panel so both of you now had an inside joke on how the entire timing for it worked out.

Tom had honestly been quite flattered and shy by all the posts you had shown and you were having the time of your life.

Since then you have been spamming him with these posts whenever they pop up on your explore page.

Clip 5:

This was an interview during the promotions of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It was you and Sebastian Stan.

You were playing a game of “surprise chits” where there was this jar filled with chits that held dares, fan questions and fan-made memes of you two.

What you two didn’t know was that they had also added a few hate tweets about both of you as funny surprise chits.

Sebastian took out a chit that was a hate tweet reading,” Sebastian Stan is not funny. His interviews are dull as potatoes. They only get attention because he hangs out with Anthony Mackie a lot who’s the only one carrying the entire thing.”  

“Well, they sure lack a sense of humour then” you sassed back, making Sebastian laugh before stealing a bit of your popcorn you had gotten as a dare to finish.

That interview was quite old and it had been the first one with only you and him. You remember how dejected he had looked at that tweet and couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to burrito wrap him in a fuzzy blanket.

The dares had all been fun and you had no idea hate tweets would be included. But making Seb laugh made you feel better and you two went to have ice cream after that so both of you didn’t remember the incident for long.

The video ended soon with a few montages of smaller clips and photos where you acted protective over your castmates.

‘Hm, seems I am aggressive when it comes to them huh..” but you’ll never admit it to them. They’ll never let you live it down.

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Beliefs - Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader

Okay, I am writing this as i am BEYOND angry at a message that came up in my ask inbox. Anyone who has ever been and scrolled through my page will know that I am IN NO WAY racist or homophobic and that I don’t tolerate people that do believe that just due to their complexion or sexuality they are superior to another person. Despite this, I received a hate message through my asks (no I’m not going to shame the person by putting the message here) saying that I SHOULD NOT BE SUPPORTING PEOPLE who are of a minority by ethnicity or a sexual orientation that isn’t heterosexuality. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to correct me on my beliefs regarding society when a) you don’t know me and b) what is to say you are in any way entitled to say that my socio-cultural views are wrong.

Having said this, I will by putting forth my personal views through this short imagine and if you have a problem with my views please feel free to message me about it :)

Anyway, onto the story… 

You were a new character to the MCU called Sirena, you power being able to control things by your singing voice. This was your first big film having only been in smaller roles in the past in TV shows or minor films. This was your first panel interview with the full Avengers: Infinity War cast before the premier in May later this year. The press and audience were asking various questions to the other members of the cast whilst you just sat next to Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston where you laughed and made jokes or comments where appropriate. However, perhaps unfortunately, the press finally turned their beady eyes onto you as you nervously twirled the microphone in your hand.

“So, Y/N L/N-” Before the interviewer could ask their question the crowd exploded into claps and cheers to which you laughed and thanked them for. “Y/N, as the newest character to the Marvel Film Franchise we were wondering if we could get to know you a bit better in terms of your beliefs?”

“My beliefs?” You questioned and you noticed some of the other cast members tensing up around you, especially Tom to your left.

“Well, yes as in your social beliefs.”

You nodded warily to your self thinking of how to phrase your answer. “Well, to phrase it in the easiest way possible I am a strong believer in egalitarianism.”

“You believe in equal opportunities for people regardless of their sexuality, gender or race?” The interviewer almost seemed shocked by this which annoyed you greatly.

“Of course I would; I see no reason in doing anything else. I don’t see why people should receive different treatment based upon their nationality, for example, or the colour of their skin. I mean look at the incredible cast surrounding me; both Ben and Tom next to me are from the UK, Seb is from Romania, RDJ and loads of these people are from the States, Hemsworth over there is from Australia, Scarlett is part Danish, Zoe is part Dominican, Benicio is both Spanish and Puerto Rican; yet they are all crazy good actors-” You were cut off as the cheers and noise got to loud to talk over from the audience. “which proves neither nationality nor race matters when it comes to talent. As in regards to sexual orientation, why should that matter? Whether someone is bisexual, asexual, homosexual or otherwise, the individual can work professionally and carry out any action just the same as any heterosexual has the capability to. The gender or sex of a person should bare no impact on how that person is viewed. I’m tired of seeing double standards.” - The audience once again became too loud for you to talk over - “And I solemnly believe that regardless of gender, sex, race, nationality, sexuality that every individual should have the same treatment, same rights and same opportunities.” This time the audience was deafening and not only were they clapping and cheering, but so were cast members, especially those closest to you. Cumberbatch next to you gave you a big thumbs up and a wink as he clapped with everyone else.

Eventually after a few minutes everyone quietened and Chris Evans chuckled quietly into his mic before speaking. “How is the youngest of us the most articulate and the most wise?”

RDJ leant over and patted him on the shoulder. “She’s N/N, you don’t ask questions.”

“I HEARD THAT DOWNEY!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO L/N!”

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Bestfriendsdad!Steve would take such good care of me I can feel it 😩

he really would 😩 can you imagine how spoiled you would be ‘cause he would just be like “just lie back, princess. let me make you feel good, yeah? you’ve had such a long day.” before he’s between your legs giving you beard burn but he’s also so gentle with his tongue ugh

Being A Singer Who Is Part Of The Marvel Cast

Pairing: Marvel Cast x reader

Prompt: What it’s like to be a singer who is also a Marvel actress.

Warnings: none! This isn’t really a teen!reader, but it can be!

Side note: I’m using Ari’s music, so just pretend you’re Ari or something😂😂 Should I write imagines about this?

(Ya’ll already know I had to use my bby Ari😌)

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Being a singer and joining the MCU was actually quite nerve wracking.

You weren’t sure if anyone would take you seriously and that everyone would just see you as some singer who got casted into the movie because you were well known.

In fact, Kevin Feige casted you because you represented the character you were auditioning for so well.

You remember your first day on set and how nervous you were to be surrounded by so many talented actors. You kept to yourself and sat by the sidelines while everyone reunited with each other.

I feel like Mark or Robert might come up to you first. They would probably approach you and be all like, “Hey! My kids listen to your music and I have to listen to your voice 24/7! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Anthony would probably join in and be like, “Aye, I know you from the radio. You sing that one song that’s goes like, ‘I want it, I got it’. Right?”

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Feels So Right (Part One)

Pairing: dadsbestfriend!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Chris Evans x daughter!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the only daughter of Chris Evans, so she’s grown up with her dad’s castmates. Now that she is older, one of his castmates is catching her attention at a marvel premiere.

Word Count: 4k (this ended up being so much longer than I thought it would)

Warnings: heavy age gap(both are over 18), heavy flirting/dirty talk, mentions of sex (no actual smut)

/ Part 2 /

“Come on sweetheart, it’ll be fun” your dad said, trying to persuade you.

You crossed your arms, still not sure about the whole situation.

“You said that I didn’t have to go down the red carpet with you” you argued.

Your dad was Chris Evans. He brought you as his date to the Endgame premiere. You loved spending time with your dad, so the premieres were always fun.

“Just go take some pictures with your old man. Plus, you’re going to be a famous star some day. This will be great practice” he said.

Why did he always have to be so persuasive?

“Okay fine”

You were an aspiring actress. As a kid, you just wanted to be like your dad. You were 22 years old. Your parents met in high school, so it was an understatement to say you were an accident.

Your parents had two defining differences. Your dad stayed; and your mom didn’t.

Your dad protected you and taught you everything you needed to know.

You had a magical childhood. You got to grow up on film sets with your dad. All his Avengers costars became like aunts and uncles to you.

You were surrounded by cinema and acting from a young age. It didn’t surprise anyone when you decided to pursue acting. You had just recently graduated from Juilliard. You were starting to dive headfirst into the acting world.

You had done a few small roles while in school, but you had just recently auditioned for a big movie. It was called Til’ Summer Ends

It was about a man and a woman from opposite ends of the world who meet in Greece, while on separate vacations. They could not be more different from each other. They are quickly attracted to each other, but they both have responsibilities at home at the end of the summer. They decide to make a lifetimes worth of memories jammed into one summer.

Of course, there is the expected twist where they end up together in the end against all odds.

You had auditioned for the lead female character. You had talked to your dad and some of his costars for any tips for an auditions. They were all beyond excited for you.

After you did your audition, you got a text from Sebastian saying that he had gotten the lead male role.

You and Sebastian had a weird complicated relationship. He had been a second dad to you growing up, but you hadn’t seen him since you graduated. You had just been too busy. Recently, you noticed a small crush forming.

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tidal // steve rogers 🌊

↳ summary: tony doesn’t trust his kid and steve has to play mediator, although those duties don’t come without a reward

↳ relationship: dad’s best friend!steve rogers x stark!reader

↳ request: steve defending his soft girl when she starts crying when someone yelled at her…maybe she thanks him by putting her mouth to good use @donutloverxo + what about dad’sbestfriend!steve x reader?…I need me some Steve please!! (anon)

↳ word count: 5.4k (this has no business being this long)

↳ warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, some light fluff kinda

↳ author’s note: i do love a stark!reader so this was so much fun for me - enjoy my loves! x

The relationship that you have with your father is complicated. It reminds you acutely of the foamy sea that you used to tentatively wade in and simply stare at with a wide-eyed, childlike fascination when your parents took you to the Maldives or Seychelles or Ivory Coast, each summer a different place and a different tide. There’s a sense of predictability to it, a routine you have in a language that is understandable to nobody but the two of you. He pushes and you pull, coordinating your movements in a choreographed dance so as to safely row your canoe filled to the brim with trust and love through the rocky seas of life. 

He’s made a mark on you that will always be a permanent imprint on your soul much like the way that water stains the surface of the sand but it’s not as if you perceive that as something negative. You attribute the best parts of yourself to your mother and father and although their DNA isn’t housed inside your body, you’re more Tony’s child than he could have ever asked for. He hears so much of him in the tone of your voice and sees Pepper whenever you cross your arms over your chest and pin him with a look he knows too well - her influence is all over your mannerisms - and the both of them in the charming brightness of your smile when you let yourself laugh freely.

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dbf!steve + golden boy reputation + your dad constantly teasing him about settling down + him meeting you someplace quiet in your house to absolutely ruin you and whisper all the filth he can in your eyes.

— 🦩

god & steve is very a oh i don’t really ever wanna get married type of guy but then he meets you and it’s supposed to be just a fling but turns out, he’s falling in love with you

so when you’re away at his cabin and he’s whispering sweet filth into your ear as he rocks his hips against yours he mumbles “be mine, i don’t wanna share you with anyone else, sweetheart.” 🥺

Being The Youngest Member Of The Avengers Would Include:

The Avengers always looking out for you

The Avengers being overprotective of you

Hulk never letting you run head into danger “Hulk, I need to go.” “Hulk says no!”

Natasha always defending you “Y/N is a badass.”

Tony being annoyed by your pop culture references “Can you stop? We don’t know what that is.”

Thor being super overprotective when you begin to start dating “If he breaks your heart, I shall break his, with my hammer.”

Steve training you

Bruce making you your favorite snack when you get sick

When you’re feeling down, The Avengers do all they can to cheer you up, and make you feel better

*The Avengers having a giant sleepover together*

Loki, waking up in the middle of the night: *rolls over*

Loki, opening his eyes: *sees Bruce sleeping next to him*

Loki, freaking out: *whispers* FUCK-

Loki: *slowly shifts away* Alright, everything is perfectly fine-

Bruce, suddenly grabbing hold of him: *hugs him tightly*

Loki: ...shit.

Loki: *tries to wiggle free*

Bruce, squeezing Loki tighter: *Hulk voice* PUNY GOD STAY.

Loki, terrified: *squeaks* I’m staying.

Tony and Thor: *huddles above Loki*

Thor, hand clapped over his mouth: *shakes with laughter*

Tony: *taking a video* Oh, this is DEFINITELY going online.

Loki, squished in Bruce’s arms: I hate all of you.

The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Avengers Headcanon

STEVE ROGERS

Is very, genuinely concerned about the future of this country

Refuses to even read a word of it

When Peter tells him it exists, he doesn’t believe it at first

“Surely you’re joking, right Parker?”

Peter is not

Steve is deeply disturbed that there are over a million fics about him

He scrolled through one by accident and was traumatized

It was most definitely smut

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Is deeply concerned too

Kinda just laughs it off though

Has only read one and will never do it again

She doesn’t really mind though

She likes the fact that people have different opinions on her other than being an assassin

BRUCE BANNER

Oh MAN

Poor lil bruce

Y’all stress him OUT

He sweats every time someone mentions the word

“PLS why are these kids so nasty?”

Takes off his glasses and runs his hands through his hair stressfully

“Jesus, this is awful,”

“IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THEIR FATHER WHY DO THESE PEOPLE WANT ME TO RAIL THEM?!”

THOR ODINSON

Thor is amused

If anything, he’s deeply flattered really

“I am honored they’ve chosen me to fantasize about,”

He may not be strongest but he is the sexiest

“Aha, look at this. There’s over a million people that want the mighty Thor,”

Will definitely brag about it

TONY STARK

He’s actually read a few and let me tell you-

He can’t even believe that many people fantasize about him

“Jesus Christ, how many Jarvis?”

“There are over two million fanfictions involving Iron Man, sir,”

He actually gets on multiple platforms to leave feedback

“First of all, I would never do that and second of all, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! I AM IN MY FOURTIES HAVE YOU EVEN GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL YET?!”

Tony is done with y’all

PETER PARKER

Absolutely wants to die on the spot every time someone mentions it

“You know Peter Parker x Reader is the most popular category, right?”

“And how do you know that Ned?”

He blushes bright red at some of the things y’all write about him

“Jesus Christ I’ve never even done that before!”

“oH MY GOD,”

Is probably traumatized

BUCKY BARNES

Don’t even get me started

The amount of shit he’s seen involving the words ‘choking’ and ‘metal arm’ have kept him up most nights

Is so disappointed in the new generations

“I went to war to fight for THIS SHIT?”

Bucky is so done with y’all

He read ONE smut, just ONE, and it was enough to make him log off the internet forever

“Nope. nope. I’m sticking to newspapers from now on. There’s something seriously wrong with Gen Z,”

Naps

Tony x reader x Stephen

The three of you led incredibly busy lives. It was incredibly rare for any of you to get a day off, and it was a once in the lifetime experience when the three of you had a day off together.

Because of the lives you led, the three of you had to cut back on some things. Such as regular meal times, taking care of yourselves, interacting with people, and, most importantly, sleep.

There always seemed to be too much work to do. There were constant meetings, training sessions, paperwork, and so many other responsibilities to attend to. 

Sometimes you didn’t have time to sleep, but you did have time to nap.

It was a rare day. You and Stephen were at home together. Stephen wasn’t needed at the sanctum, and all you had to do was paperwork that you could easily do from home.

Tony had been bullied, by Pepper, into attending several meetings for SI. Though he was no longer CEO of the company, he still did a lot of work for it and held a majority of the shares.

While Tony had gone to do his work, you and Stephan had decided it was a lazy day, despite your paperwork. The two of you had made no effort to get dressed or leave the bed today, and it felt great.

“Ah!” You yelped as Stephen’s cloak suddenly attacked you. “Stephen, what the hell?” You exclaimed as it wrapped itself tightly around you.

“You zoned out, sweetheart.” Stephen chuckled. “I was calling your name for almost a minute.” He said, shifting closer to throw his arm around your shoulders.

“So, you set your cloak on me?” You raised a brow.

“The cloak made that decision on its own.” He shrugged, gesturing for the cloak to move. “What were you thinking so hard about?”

“How good it feels to stay in bed with you.” You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “I miss spending time with you and Tones.”

“We miss you too,” Stephen admitted. “I never used to be one who enjoyed the simple moments, but now I miss them.”

“You know, I have some leave saved up.” You mentioned. “Maybe we could all go on a trip.” You suggested.

“Wong could look after the sanctum if we left.” Stephen mused. “I’d be okay with that. We just need to get Tony to agree.”

“I’m not agreeing to anything until I have another coffee.” Tony groaned, entering the bedroom. “I need to set a new protocol, one that tells me to hide because Pep’s coming.” He said, falling onto the end on the bed. 

“If you did that, Pepper would find a way to disable it and then kill you.” Stephen pointed out. “And we all know she would get away with it.”

“It was just a couple of meetings, Tone.” You smiled at him. “You do them all the time.”

“But they’re so boring,” Tony whined, rolling onto his back. “I was up all night going over Pepper’s notes. I felt like I was back in school.” He muttered, relaxing back into the bed.

“Did you get everything you needed done?” You asked, shifting on the bed so that you could get his glasses off.

Tony let out several noncommital hums before closing his eyes and going limp. Stephen chuckled as he shifted to sit next to you.

“And he’s out like a light,” Stephen said, gently raising his head so he could undo his tie.

“Let him sleep.” You said as the two of you moved him, so he was properly on the bed. “He deserves it.”

“You know I could have just bought pasta and sauce from the store, right?” You asked, raising a brow. 

“I will have none of that sacrilege in this house,” Tony said, pointing a flour-covered finger at you. “Store-bought pasta is wrong, and don’t get me started on the sauce.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re Italian and a stark traditionalist.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not going to respond to that,” Tony said, shaking his head. “Besides, you know you love my homemade sauce.”

“That sounds sexual.” You smirked.

“Be quiet you,” Tony said, rolling his eyes, but you could see a slight smile on his face.

“Did Stephen say when he was coming home?” You asked, pushing hair out of your face. “Or what exactly he’s doing?”

“I heard something about alien squid, and then he hung up screaming ‘love you bye.’” Tony told you as he began to shape his pasta.

“That’s terrifying.” You shook your head. “We need to tell him to work on his tact. He’s going to give one of us a heart attack.”

“Honestly, at this point, I don’t notice when either of you says stuff like that.” Tony shrugged. “The two of you give me a panic attack if I pay too much attention.”

“Rude." 

"Babe, between Stephen’s phone calls and you dealing life-threatening injuries in the bathroom, I think I have the right to say it.” Tony pointed out.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Stephen scoffed as he appeared in the doorway. “You drink more coffee in one day than most do in a month." 

"Steph!” You exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the sorcerer. “You look terrible.” You said once you’d pulled back to get a glimpse at his face.

There was probably a better way to phrase that, but you weren’t wrong. His face looked gaunt, he was favoring his right leg, his body was covered in cuts, and you knew he was exhausted by the dark bags under his eyes.

“It’s nice to see you too, sweetheart.” Stephen chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your head.

“Please tell me the other guy looks worse than you?” Tony asked, standing behind you.

“Much worse,” Stephen said, moving to kiss Tony’s cheek. “You’re covered in flour.”

“I’m making homemade tortellini,” Tony told him. “ Sit your ass down, you look like you’re going to pass out.” He added, pushing him towards a chair. 

Stephen took the offered seat and rested his head on the counter. Tony began rambling nonsensical stories about his day as he finished making dinner. When Tony had finished serving dinner, he turned to the two of you and was about to speak before you shushed him.

'He's asleep.’ You mouthed. 'Do we move him?’

'Leave him.’ Tony mouthed back. 'He needs his sleep. I’ll save a bowl for him.’

You hadn’t been home in five days. You’d been assigned a mission with Natasha and Clint, and it was one of the more stressful ones you’d ever been on.

It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong. You’d barely been able to get your guy, and the information he had, Clint had broken his hearing aids, and Natasha had almost fallen off a roof.

You were exhausted. Everything ached and felt bruised. Your head was pounding, and you still had to debrief and write your part of the mission report.

You couldn’t wait to get home and curl up in Tony and Stephen’s arms.

“Hey, you’re home,” Stephen said, watching as you dragged yourself out of the elevator from the couch. “Did you go to medical?”

“Why would she when we’ve got our own doctor here?” Tony asked as you collapsed into the gap between him and Stephan. “You good there, kitty?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t be weird.” You grumbled but didn’t make a move to move his hand.“I missed you two.” You sighed.

“We missed you too, sweetheart,” Stephen said, placing a soothing hand on your back. “Are you sure you’re not injured?”

“Not injured. Just tired.” You told him. “Really tired.”

“Do you want us to move you to bed?” Tony questioned. “Steph will have to carry you unless I get the suit.”

“No, I just want to stay here. You’re so warm.” You murmured, burrowing deeper into your spot and their warmth. “I love you both. A lot, a lot.” You added as your eyes began to close. 

The last thing you heard before drifting off into a wanted slumber was;

“We love you too, sweetheart.” 

“A lot, a lot.”

Taglists are always open. Requests are always open, for stories and for pairings.

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Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

Intrusion - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Penny, Howard Wolowitz

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you do a Sheldon cooper imagine where the reader is like apart of the fbi(or cia smithing cool like that) and he texts her saying it’s an emergency and she thinks the worst so she like busts down the door with her gun up and the group is there just like ‘ what the heck’ and he’s like ‘you came’ and she like ‘yeah you said it was an emergency !?!?’”

Word Count: 594

Author: Hannah

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Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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Roaming Hands

Parings: Tom x Reader

Summary: You wake up early morning and need Tom

Warnings: Unprotected smut, dirty talk, small amount of anal stuff and talk of it

A/N: This is a request for @true-queen-of-mischief, hope you’re feeling better love. This can be read as a one shot, or as a sequel to Magic Hands. I have it linked next to the Masterlist

Word Count: 850

Masterlist | Magic Hands

You woke early in the morning and grabbed for your phone on the coffee table to check the time, it was only 3:39am. You tried to stretch out, but Tom’s grasp on you was too tight, you could barely move. You felt him stir behind you.

“What time is it love?” He asked; his voice thick with sleep.

“3:40 in the morning,” you yawned, covering your mouth as you spoke.

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Slow Hands

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x  Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Language, PURE SMUT. (NSFW, 18+!!!!!)

Word Count: 2K

Summary: In an effort to get you to relax after a long week, Tom offers to give you a massage. Which leads to other things…

A/N: This has literally (literally) no plot, y’all. Just pure, uninterrupted, dirty smut of Tom pleasuring you without any care for his own needs. As always, dedicated to the angel in my life, Zara, (@dolangram) who forced me to write this after I got very carried away thinking about Tom giving me a massage over IM late last night. Lord help me and forgive me for my sins. Amen. (Gif not mine!)

It had been an incredibly stressful, long few days. Few weeks, really. Work had been relentless – keeping you trapped in the office far beyond dusk. Only seeing Tom sparingly in between meetings and travel while he promoted Infinity War.

So when Friday evening finally rolled around, you felt like you were quite literally in heaven as you snuggled deep into your comforter, lazily reading a book while Tom managed various chores around the house quietly, trying not to disturb you.

After a few hours, Tom moseyed into the bedroom, drinking you in as you lay on your back, book propped on your tummy. You absentmindedly twirl a strand of long hair between your fingers, and he can’t help but smile as you arch your back attempting to stretch out your tired, sore muscles.

“Take your shirt off.” He commands softly, reaching the bottom of the bed and tugging at your toes. You twitch slightly, scowling.

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Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

Check out my Masterlist and Taglist! Requests are closed 

A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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Botanical Interest

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You’re a florist working the wedding of Brooklyn’s most respected mob boss when you catch the eye of his best man.

W/C: 1557

Warnings: Allusions to violence, swearing, copious amounts of blushing

A/N: My second ever fic! I wrote this as an entry to @stargazingfangirl18 ‘s Soft Dark 5k Challenge (congrats!) using dialogue prompt 9 (bolded) with a Mob!AU. No smut, just fluff. While I’m a sucker for Soft!Dark I thought I’d keep it light and fluffy! Might enter a second one with some darker themes.

I’m brand new to writing and the fandom so if you want you can check out my first fic (also a Mob!AU!) and please reach out with any and all comments or thoughts! I’m eager to know!! Cheers!

Botanical Interest Masterlist I Main Masterlist

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The first time you saw him you didn’t actually see him because you ran square into him while you were looking the other way. Stubbing your nose right into his chest and nearly spilling the contents of the box you were holding.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’ve got so much to do so I’ve been running around and I just didn’t see you I’m-“

“Forgiven. You’re forgiven, sweetheart” a smoky voice with confidence and amusement informed you.

You loved being a florist but you were short handed for this wedding and needed to get a move on. You wouldn’t have taken the job but the infamous Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn himself was getting married. It would be great exposure for you but when a man like him asks something of you you don’t exactly have a choice. In all the chaos of it you didn’t watch your step.

Cheeks still burning with embarrassment, your eyes met those of Barnes’ right hand man, Steve Rogers. Now you weren’t just embarrassed you were nervous.

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This is one of the best pictures of him that I have ever seen 🥰

(please add your favorite pictures of him. I want to see)

set my soul alight

summary: loki finally has you right where he wants you.

warnings: slight dubcon, very very nsfw. knife play, enemies to lovers because if you’ve ever spoken to me you know i’m about that shit. as always, don’t read if you’re under 18. 

A/N: okay this is like… almost pure filth i don’t even know what to say. but in honor of no nut november being over imma share what i finished writing the second i had an orgasm for the first time in a month. title from supermassive black hole (yes the one from twilight!!)

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You’ve done plenty of stupid things in your life. Chasing whiskey with wine coolers, texting back people you probably should have blocked – deciding that yes, working alongside the Avengers seemed like a perfectly reasonable career path for the rest of your life.

You could deal with the spies, the weapons dealers, the abandoned Hydra bases you’d raided for intel from time to time. You’d made peace with the fact that at any moment, you could be summoned for a mission you wouldn’t return from. And, well, it’s hard to regret your decision when it’s more than just walking the line between life and death. It’s the bonds you make with your teammates, the lifelong friendships you know will last with people that leap into the abyss right alongside you.

Oslo, Norway. It was supposed to be simple. You weren’t supposed to get caught. Taken. The question of how you got here is unnecessary, simply chalking it up to just another ill-advised decision you’d make in your life. If it lasts.

The God of Mischief stands before you, clear blue eyes raking over your bound form as he observes you. Your wrists are tied up above your head by what feels like silk, your ankles tied with the same material, bound to what feels like a post attached to a wooden beam. You’re upright, head lolling around on your shoulders as you rouse into consciousness. You become extremely aware of the fact that you’re still in the jeans and top you were wearing while you were supposed to be undercover earlier. Undetectable. So much for that.

“You’re awake.” Loki remarks, taking a calculated step towards you. No shit, you think. You drink him in, clad in an all black suit with his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders. He’s still disarmingly attractive, which is an in-fucking-convenient thought for you to be having considering he’d kidnapped you about – from what you can assume by the absent sun outside the window to your left – one or two hours ago. “Good. I’ve missed you, darling.”

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Poly!Marauders x reader insert, best cuddler/hugger/kisser headcanon:

James:

The first you’d go to when you want a hug, hands down!

He gives the best enveloping bear hugs. Resting your head against his chest, you love being able to hear his heartbeat.

Social anxiety who? He makes you feel so loved and centered that the whole world melts away.

(He’s tied with Sirius for best kisser because this man makes you feel like the prettiest person in the room.

He’d cup your chin and stare so tenderly into your eyes before tilting his head to press the softest kiss on your lips 😔💕)

He loves PDA so you’re getting hugged everywhere! The common room, during free periods, a side hug in The Great Hall and after Quidditch matches!!

Remus:

Best cuddler!

I envision him reading in the Gryffindor common room with his legs stretched out on a couch, you wiggle up against him. He’d absentmindedly caress your hair without taking his eyes off the book. You end up napping serenely while he’s learning about ancient magical creatures.

He usually experiences so much inner turmoil and self hatred due to his condition, but when you’re beside him, lightly snoring within minutes of sitting down, he treasures getting to be a calming presence for you.

Tracing your fingers against scars from his past transformations. Letting him know that you love him; all of him with zero exceptions.

Sirius:

Best kisser 👀

The guy is absurdly handsome and witty! Of course that means he has a fair amount of experience with kissing...

He throws around a lot of sarcastic jokes and teases you nonstop, but he knows how to put his mouth to good use.

I imagine he riles you up on purpose? Probably because he likes watching you fight for dominance before inevitably melting against him.

A lot of pinning your wrists or hips against a wall.

You pull his hair in frustration, he pulls yours harder. You nip his lip, he bites you. Call it equivalent exchange I guess.

His favorite gimmick is being mean because he’s far too good at it and enjoys your reactions.

hi! can you write a cutesy blurb with poly!marauders x reader (platonic if you are not comfortable with poly)

where there is beautiful weather and they spend time outdoors, maybe having a picnic and overall with this warm, fuzzy feeling🥺

sorry for my english:(

thank you for this request, lovely! i’ve never written a poly relationship so i hope i did this justice and you like it xx

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

cw: polyamory, defiant Remus, like one swear word, bit of kisses, whole lot of fluff

word count: 1.2k

School was out and you finally got to see your boys after weeks without them. It was a warm July day, the perfect day for a picnic. James's mother was kind enough to pack the four of you a picnic basket, filled to the brim with all of your favourite drinks and foods.

The four of you had just left Potter Manor, Sirius with a blanket in hand, James carrying the wicker basket and Remus with a book tucked under his arm, the other linked with yours.

"How much further, Prongs," Sirius whined. "We've been walking for at least an hour."

"Not an hour, Pads. Fifteen minutes. I told you, it's half a mile."

"Yeah? Well, I'm getting tired, and so is y/n. Look at her," he grinned.

"What are you talking about?" You laughed. "I'm fi—" You got interrupted as Sirius scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder and you squealed.

"Take this, Moony." Sirius threw Remus the blanket.

"Padfoot! Put me down!"

You were wearing a sundress and you were sure that the light breeze was going to lift your skirt and flash someone.

"C'mon, pup. Lemme have some fun." Sirius ran as best as he could while holding you. "Where to, James?" He called out.

"Just over that bridge," he yelled back.

Sirius started his trek, running to the bridge.

"Sirius, I swear. If you don't put me down right now I'm gonna puke. You know I have a sensitive stomach," you grumbled.

Sirius didn't answer, instead, he continued walking and then flipped your body back so you were in his arms bridal style. He grinned. "Did'ya enjoy the ride?"

"No," you said defiantly. He pouted. "Okay, maybe a bit."

"Good," he smiled.

He lay you down gently onto the grass and kissed you softly.

"Oi," you pulled back from Sirius and saw James and Remus walking towards the two of you, James's arm around Remus's waist. "Time to eat, babies." James grinned.

Remus set the blanket down and you took the basket from James. The four of you sat around the food, passing it around. You started with cucumber sandwiches and coffee (which Moony insisted was the only drink to bring) and when you were done, you looked into the basket for dessert.

"Moony," you gasped. "Look what we have."

You revealed a container of melted chocolate and strawberries. You took it upon yourself and dipped a strawberry in chocolate and passed it to Remus.

"No thanks, just the chocolate for me," he smiled.

"I'll take it, then." James grinned and snatched the chocolate-covered strawberry out of your hand.

"Just chocolate, then?" you asked, smirking. You dipped a finger in the chocolate and smeared it on Remus's chin. His eyes went wide.

"Don't waste the chocolate!" Remus exclaimed and Sirius laughed.

"I've gotchu, Moony. Don't worry." Sirius pulled Remus in by the collar of his T-shirt and licked the chocolate clean off his skin.

"Delicious," he grinned.

"Off, Padfoot," Remus chuckled sheepishly, putting a hand on Sirius's chest.

"All right, no more eating. Baby," James turned to you. "I told you all about the flowers, right? Let's go see 'em. It's just down the hill." He stood and grabbed your hand, hoisting you up.

"I'm coming too," Sirius announced.

"I have a book," Remus tucked it out of his back pocket. "You guys have fun."

Sirius shook his head. "C'mon, Moony. Come see the flowers with us!" He pleaded.

"In a bit," he said, his nose already buried in his book.

"Fine," Sirius huffed. He turned away and looked at you. "Let's go, then!" He took you and James by the hand and started running towards the flowers.

When you reached the bottom of the hill, your breath hitched. It was beautiful. The grass was filled with wild yellow flowers, there wasn't a spot in the field that wasn't yellow and it seemed to go on like that for miles.

"Oh, it's gorgeous," you said.

"Yep," James said. "Lay down with me."

He lay down, his arms and legs spread open as if he was making snow angels. You and Sirius curled in on either side of him, basking in the sun and looking up at the blue sky.

After a moment of admiring the sky, you sighed.

"This would be perfect if Remus were here."

Sirius looked over at you, then to James. "D'you want me to bring him?"

"If you can convince him," you smiled.

"All right, up ya get, Prongs. You're helping me." Sirius reached out a hand and hoisted James up.

"How am I gonna help?"

"Just c'mon," Sirius said. He was already hiking up the hill, James in tow.

You waited a few minutes, leaning on your hands, looking up at the clouds.

You were about to get up and check on the boys when you heard Remus, "Oi! What the fuck d'ya you're doing!"

The next thing you knew, Sirius and James were carrying an angry Remus down the hill. James holding him by his legs and Sirius carrying him by his underarms.

"We got 'im for you, y/n!" Sirius yelled.

"Thanks," you yelled back. "And thanks for coming Moony," you grinned.

Sirius and James plopped him down beside you. "Yeah, no problem," he grumbled, shoving James's leg.

"D'ya like the flowers, Rem?" you asked as James sat down cross-legged and Sirius plunked down onto his lap.

Remus seemed to have finally noticed he was sitting in a field of flowers. His eyes lit up and he plucked a flower out of the ground.

"Yeah, actually." He seemed mesmerized by the flower. "They're kinda pretty," he murmured.

You took the flower out of his hand and stuck it behind his ear. You grinned.

"Now, you're an even prettier boy than you were before, Moony." He blushed and laughed lightly. You lay down, the grass tickling your ears. "Lay on me, Remus."

He did. His head on your breast and his hand holding yours above his head.

"You too, ya goofs," you looked over at James and Sirius who were wrestling, trying to put petals in each other's hair. James grinned when he looked at you.

"Would ya like some flowers, m'lady," he teased. All you could do was smile before he and Sirius started sprinkling flowers in your hair.

When they were satisfied with the amount of decoration in your hair, they lay down. James cuddling in beside you, his nose nuzzling into your neck, and Sirius between your legs, his head resting on your stomach.

After some time, you looked over at Remus. His eyes were closed and his face completely relaxed. You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or just enjoying the sun.

You looked down at Sirius who was hugging your leg like a pillow and breathing deeply. You were sure he was sleeping.

Then you looked at James, his eyes were closed but when he sensed your eyes on him, he opened them and turned to you. He smiled softly.

"This is perfect," you whispered. "Thanks for bringing us."

"'Course baby. Anything for you guys," he murmured and kissed your nose.

You smiled and looked back up at the sky.

Today was perfect.

I'm feely so subby and needy for the marauders rn. Not like in a sexual way, but just in a cozy needy way. So I was wondering if you could write a small little thing about how like their girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night bc she's afraid of the thunder from the storm and she like sneaks into their room to snuggle up with one of them and then they wake up the next morning and they're all like ????when did she get here? and yeah. Sorry its so specific, thank you sm!

Warmth and Safety

A/N: YES, yes this is such a mood. I wrote this as a little baby blurb and it mainly focuses on Sirius for the main concept of the story. So, I hope you enjoy and PLEASE send in more Marauders content. I love writing for this dynamic and am in desperate need of more ideas for it. 

Pairing: Marauders x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 948

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Your half-asleep body shoots up abruptly as you hear the booming crack of thunder shake the timely glass against your windowpane. Clutching the heavy quilt against your chest, you peer out to watch the chunky droplets pour down from the darkened night’s sky. You scan your room to see it still empty to which you assume that your roommates have spent the night with their significant others, yet again. You absolutely dreaded thunderstorms, not necessarily because you were scared of the act itself, it’s just the volume of the storm right above the castle that always made your heart race. Upon hearing another colossal crack from the sky, you find yourself scurrying out of bed in your silk set of pajamas to make your way to your boyfriends’ shared dorm room. 

With nothing but the sounds of the roaring thunder mixed with the faint patter of your bare feet slapping against the cobble-stoned ground filling the emptiness of the common room, you scramble up the steps towards the boy’s dormitories. Upon arriving at your boyfriends’ door, you slowly push it open to reveal the faintest glow of a single lantern creeping out from its place on the nightstand next to James’ bed. Creeping into the room, you jump as the sky unleashes another loud crack against the stone walls of the outside of the castle, making you race to the side of the curly-haired boy’s bed. Seeing the sleeping boy strewn out across the mattress, you give him a gentle shake to urge him to the other side of the bed to make room for you. While it was a good idea in your mind, the realization of the fact that he was the deepest of sleepers in the entire room suddenly dawned on you as the boy made no notion of awakening.

“Leave him be, puppy. Come here,” a sleepy Sirius spits out in a low whisper. 

You dart your attention towards the raven-haired boy with glistening and desperate eyes as he sits up in his bed. He motions you towards him with the swift wave of his hand before lifting his covers up as an invitation into his warm embrace. 

“What’s the matter, hmm?” he half-asleep asks as he turns to wrap his welcoming arms around your small shivering frame. 

“It’s too loud and it’s making my windows shake,” you sputter out as you nuzzle yourself into the protruding safety of his body. Immediately understanding your reference to the chaotic weather, he tenderly runs his hand up and down the length of your spine in an attempt to soothe you. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. Go back to sleep,” he slurs as he starts to drift off once more. 

You lay your head against his broad chest as you begin to feel the heaviness of sleep arrive once more while you let yourself go to the rhythm of his evened-out breathing. As you drift off into your deep slumber, you occasionally jerk at the oncoming whips from the sky. However, you’re quickly soothed back to sleep as Sirius’ arms find themselves automatically tightening around you in his sleep. Finally feeling the sense of safety and warmth, you let yourself slip into the sweet solace of gentle slumber. 

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As the morning sun arose, Sirius found you curled up into his chest letting out the faintest of snores from your deepened sleepy state. It was quite a surprise to him as he didn’t entirely remember the events of last night. To be frank, he thought the snippets he did remember to be a dream in itself. That said, the raven-haired boy stared down at you with the gentlest of smiles before using the length of his fingers to stroke some of the strands of hair strewn about your face to behind your ear. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he subtly moved himself to where he sat against the headboard with you still asleep and curled into his side. 

As the boy shuffled about, gently cradling you while doing so, he saw both James and Remus awakening from their own slumbers. As James sat up in bed, he let out an obnoxiously loud yawn while stretching his arms out on either side of him, causing you to gently stir into Sirius’ side. Grabbing one of the extra pillows from the other side of you, Sirius used his free arm to chuck it at James before shushing him causing the boy to let out an even louder sound of displeasement. 

“Would you shut up?” he hissed out as he motioned towards your sleeping figure.

The boy recovers from the gentle blow to his face before picking up the pillow and cocking his arm to lunge it back at the aforementioned boy before being stopped by quite the grouchy Remus sitting up in his own bed. 

“Knock it off,” Remus grumbles, staring at the two before landing on you who’s still asleep in Sirius’ bed. He tilts his head in slight confusion before motioning it towards your smaller frame nearly tucked away under the weighted maroon quilt.

“When did she get here?” James asks quietly as he lets out another tired yawn. 

“She came at like two this morning. The thunder was too loud in her room,” Sirius states letting a hand gently rub up and down the column in the middle of your back. 

They all nod their heads in unison quickly understanding the probable dilemma you faced earlier this morning. Seeing as how it was still quite early on that gloomy Saturday, they continued to let you sleep in for the majority of the morning. You essentially stayed glued to your position in Sirius’ side as you basked peacefully in the warmth and safety of the boy next to you.