#steve rogers preference

[blue-sadie]

Against The Glass

Being stuck with them in a mirror maze

The familiar circus weird but happy music faded as you moved further and further into the maze, the sight of your frazzled expression almost becoming annoying and worry, his footsteps are heard eerily close.

Your feet were sore from your heels and the sound was giving you a headache the thought of taking them off long pushed from your mind, the words he spoke as he payed for your tickets plagued your mind.

'If I catch you I fuck you'

Your legs were coming sore and your steps wobbly how big was this fucking maze, your throat was sore and dry you just wanted to fall to your knees and beg for mercy but no your not giving him that satisfaction, you trip closing your eyes bracing for impact but none came.

His body pressed up against yours pushing you against a mirror your face squashed against its surface, his hands quickly worked on hiking up your black mini skirt you decided to wear, your throat let out choked whines as you heard his pants drop.

He worked his way inside you, not giving you time to adjust his thrusts pushing into the mirror causing it to wobble, your eyes closed tightly praying for nothing to break that nothing was only including the mirrors you didn't mind getting broken by him.

Loki Laufeyson, Jake Lockley, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Warren Worthington III, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne

[leihaddock]

Let's imagine Steve and Bucky who were well established in their local queer community. Because they lived in one of the few underground queer cities at the time, and it seems damn near impossible that they *wouldn't* know other queer people

Actually, for that, we probably should talk about Sarah first:

as a nurse she saw it as her duty to help anyone and everyone, no question asked and no matter where they come from, and soon developed a reputation for just that

so she had all sorts of people come to her for help

including queer folks in gender and/or sexuality, what we'd nowadays call drag queens and kings, disabled folks, people of colour, jews and so on

little Stevie grows up around a very diverse group of people

when he was only a couple of years old, he asked Sarah ie why that woman had a beard, and she'd explained to him that there are all kinds of people and there was nothing wrong with being "transsexual" or with men liking other men or women liking other women

and that if he ever found out he was like them, she wouldn't care and love him all the same

and that was one of the lessons that stayed with him, along with always getting back up, always protecting those in need of protection, and later from his own experiences, that he didn't like bullies

the community Sarah builds around herself ends up protecting Steve more than once, no matter how much he hates accepting help

So at some point Steve and Bucky meet and befriend each other and become inseparable. And of course the older they get the more people talk. That they're too close, that that sickly Rogers boy is a fairy (or that he's a waste of oxygen and should be dead, let alone ever reproduce), that there are so many pretty girls for Bucky to choose from. You get the idea

Sarah of course figures out they're dating pretty much immediately. she knows her son, she loves Bucky like her own like she knows the Barnes family does in turn for Steve

To me the Barnes family is supportive but it took them some time because they're the "ideal" middle class family and their oldest son being a fairy wasn't quite ideal but they love Steve and Bucky too much to give a rat's ass about it later on

and with all the people Steve grew up knowing and introduced Bucky to, they have plenty of friends, even if they'd choose each other over the world on any given day

society as a whole wasn't kind to them, would never be kind to them, they knew as much, but they weren't alone

sapphic couples to go on double dates with as a cover (though Bucky goes out of his way to find more women to date as a cover, lest people ask too many questions)

underground bars to meet at, in the "bad" parts of town, to drink and kiss and be a normal couple for once

meet artists of all flavours, punks (our modern definition, relative to the time), go to protests and rallies for women's rights and workers' rights

Bucky meets other jewish queer folks, too, to his delight

they run from cops more than once

lose more than one friend in that time too, who got found out and sent to "conversion therapy" at best, but more than once was found beaten to a pulp in the street

Sarah passes away and Steve is distraught, but he's not alone in mourning, her funeral has so so many of the people she'd helped in her life, and there's some solace in that, despite feeling more alone than ever

Bucky moves in with him and they get those few happy years with a lot of the same they'd done since becoming a couple, before the war comes

not only is Steve upset he can't join the war effort, he's now seeing his friends joining, getting drafted, or denied for the same reasons he is. queer women join en mass and he knows he'd find his people there too, but they just won't let him

then Bucky gets drafted and TFA plays (mostly) as we know it

their friends freak the fuck out when Steve's suddenly gone, then shows up as "Captain America"

some of the chorus girls pick up on Steve being queer, and suddenly the whole group feels a lot more comfortable around him, and he actually ends up enjoying their company a lot

the Howlies don't care, Howard doesn't care, Peggy is a Nazi so her view doesn't matter, no one really does, and they get to be pretty open about their relationship, with everyone covering for them

Bucky falls

the Barnes family gets a letter on what happened to Bucky, from Steve, and suddenly they know that they'll lose both their sons/brothers in that war, because there's no Steve without Bucky and no Bucky without Steve

they've always known it would end like that, but just like Steve, they'd never expected Bucky to be the one to die first

Steve puts the plane down

When he's confirmed alive in the 21st century, not only do the families of the Howlies reach out to him, who'd spread far by then

not only the Barnes family, Bucky's niblings and, hell, grand niblings (who all also insist on calling Steve their uncle, because that's who he is to them, and Steve cries at that)

but also all the children and grandchildren of the community he and Bucky had been part of

that had seen so much loss, he gets told, in the 80s and 90s, and before that, but still stands strong as ever and he's welcomed back with open arms

because those people, too, were his family

he's also told how after his death, some asshole wanted to discredit him for being queer, and all the people he'd ever known jumped to help him

his and Bucky's relationship was their families' best kept secret

that loss still weighs heavy on him, so he doesn't have the energy for pride, but there's something about queer rights having advanced enough that people like him can get married, that fills him with both overwhelming joy and longing

then Bucky is alive, and after everything is said and done, they come out to the world and get married, for real, not the fake wedding their community had thrown for them, or the one the Howlies did

and the rest is history

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

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[nickeverdeen]

The original 6 MCU characters reacting to you kissing them while being drunk

Tony Stark

Tony would initially be amused, his signature smirk appearing as soon as you kiss him

He’d make a playful and flitry comments

Despite his teasing, Tony would be concerned about your state and make sure you’re okay

He’d gently guide you away from any more drinks, saying, “Let’s get you some water, champ.”

Tony would definitely remember the incident and bring it up in a humorous way in the future, teasing you lightly about your drunken kiss

Steve Rogers

Steve’s immediate reaction would be one of surprise, his eyes widening in shock

He’d blush, clearly flustered by the unexpected kiss

Steve would gently but firmly pull away, asking if you’re okay and if you need any help getting home

He’d make sure you’re safe for the rest of the night, staying by your side to ensure nothing else happens

Steve might feel a bit awkward about it later but would handle it with his usual politeness, never bringing it up unless you did first

Bruce Banner

Bruce would be visibly shocked, his scientific mind trying to process the unexpected event

He’d feel nervous and awkward, not used to such spontaneous displays of affection

Bruce would gently ask if you’re alright, making sure you’re not feeling unwell

He’d try to reassure you in a calm, soothing manner, suggesting you sit down and drink some water

Bruce might avoid the topic in the future unless you bring it up, feeling too embarrassed to discuss it

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha would be surprised but would quickly recover, a small, amused smile playing on her lips

She’d remain calm and collected, gently but firmly pulling back and assessing your state

Natasha might tease you slightly, saying something like, “Enjoying the party, I see?”

She’d make sure you’re safe and not getting into any more trouble, keeping a close eye on you for the rest of the night

Natasha wouldn’t bring it up again, understanding that it was just a drunken moment and respecting your privacy

Clint Barton

Clint would be startled at first, his reflexes kicking in before he realizes what’s happening

Once he understands, he’d chuckle, finding the situation funny

He’d tease you lightly, saying something like, “Calm down, tiger, you could’ve just asked”

Clint would make sure you’re okay, perhaps even leading you to sit down and sober up a bit

He’d definitely remember the incident and might bring it up later in a joking manner, making sure you’re comfortable with it

Thor

Thor would be surprised but quickly break into a hearty laugh, finding the situation really funny

He’d respond with an affectionate, “Ah, a kiss from a friend! You honor me!”

Thor would ensure you’re alright, offering to get you something to eat or drink to help sober you up after a while

He’d stay close to you, ensuring your safety and wellbeing for the rest of the evening

Thor wouldn’t bring it up again unless you did, respecting your dignity and understanding it was a harmless, drunken moment

[ninus9607]

❝𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

𝟣𝟣. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒/𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝑒𝓉𝒸…

Pairing(s): Marvel Characters x Female! reader

Word count: 3.6k

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES DEATH AND BLOOD

tags: l content: fluff, jealousy, blood, death, Comfort Fic, Mission Gone Wrong, Kidnapped Reader, Injured Reader, Possessive Love, Emotional Support

AN: HEYY GUYSSS, I hope u like it! SORRY FOR EVERY MISTAKE HAHAH, ALSO my requests are stillll opennn so feel free to ring me up!

xx

Steve Rogers / Captain America

You were wrapping up a busy morning at the flower store when it happened. The bell above the front door rang, indicating another customer, but this time, a bunch of guys jumped in. They were harsh and definitely not here to buy flowers. They did not say anything, but grabbed you and demanded to know where Captain America was. You attempted to struggle back, but their hold was too powerful. One of them held a pistol to your side, which silenced you quickly. You were afraid.

They pulled you out of the store and threw you in the back of a vehicle. Your thoughts and heart were racing.

They wanted Steve, and they knew exactly how to find him. As the van raced away, you realized you wouldn't be able to get out of this alone.

Hours passed, and Steve had no idea. He was in the middle of a meeting with the Avengers when his phone rang with an unfamiliar number. His stomach fell just when he replied, when he heard your voice shaking on the other end of the line.

"Steve... they took me."

Steve was a man of action, therefore, there was no time to spend. He dropped everything and instantly began planning to get you back. The drive to the destination was a haze. Steve's hands gripped the wheel tightly, his thoughts racing through every possibility. He was aware of the risks. He knew that the guys who were capturing you would not hesitate to hurt you. However, there was no turning back. He was not going to lose you like that.

He eventually arrived in an abandoned warehouse, as the kidnappers had described. It was disturbingly silent. Steve crept inside, his senses on full alert. He went fast and quietly, taking down every guard in his way. His concentration was focused on one thing: bringing you to safety.

When he finally found you, you were trapped in a small room with your wrists tied and your face pale from stress and a lack of food. You looked up, shocked to see him, but the relief rushed over you and caused your chest to constrict. Steve raced up to you without saying anything, his hands quickly reaching for your shackles. He mumbled your name and looked you over quickly.

"It's okay, I'm here," he murmured, his voice raspy with emotion. "You're safe now."

You nodded, too overwhelmed to say anything, tears welling in your eyes. He drew you into his arms, clutching you hard as if proving to himself that you were indeed present, alive, and in his arms.

Headcanons:

Steve's Protective Nature: After the kidnapping, Steve becomes extremely protective of you. He's constantly checking in on you to make sure you're well and nothing else happens. If you are out of his sight for too long, he becomes nervous.

Steve's physical affection has grown more intense, particularly in public places. He does not mind showing affection, but it is obvious that he is still dealing with the fear of losing you. When you're together, he'll make a point of holding your hand or wrapping his arm around you, especially if others are there.

His Guilt - Steve feels terribly bad about the incident. He hates himself for not defending you sooner, which often leads to times of silent meditation in which he simply stares out into space, thinking. He may even apologize repeatedly, regardless of your assurances that it was not his fault.

The First Time He Lets Himself Sleep- Steve struggles to sleep after settling in for the first time. He is terrified of losing you, and he is often up at night, keeping an eye on you. He eventually comes to trust that you are secure. The first time he falls asleep in your arms, he gets his first complete night of sleep in days.

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Tony Stark/ Iron Man

You used to joke with Tony that dating a millionaire Avenger was a combination of luxury and near-death incidents. You never believed you'd be proven correct.

It started as a routine day at the Stark-Malibu mansion. The sun was beautiful over the water, the AI was playing your favorite music while you prepared breakfast, and Tony had just stepped in wearing nothing but sweatpants and his smug little smirk.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he replied, stooping down to kiss your forehead before pouring his coffee.

You expected another quiet day. You were wrong.

It happened quickly.

The windows smashed first. A missile, followed by another, struck the cliffside property with terrible power. You shouted as glass rained down around you, and you ran behind the bar just in time. The house is shaking. The alarms boomed.

"JARVIS, suit!" Tony shouted, and in an instant, bits of his Iron Man armor rushed towards him from across the room, clamping onto his upper body.

He looked at you while explosions shook the floor of your house. "Stay down. No matter what, don't leave this area."

"Tony!"

But he was already gone, flying into the sky to stop anybody who tried to harm his house. You shook, your heart pounded, and your ears rang. The mansion crumbled around you. Smoke engulfed the air. You couldn't breathe.

You crawled into Tony's hidden panic room, murmuring prayers under your breath that he would be well.

Not until the door was wrenched open and Tony appeared in the entrance, covered in soot and grime, eyes wild until they landed on you.

"You're okay," he whispered, falling to his knees in front of you. "You're okay."

Headcanons:

After the attack, Tony activates Hyper-Protective Mode, providing complete protection. He replaces your phone with Stark-level technology, provides you with AI security, and insists on putting defensive procedures anywhere you go, even your favorite bookshop. 

Tony sleeps with one eye open and struggles to sleep properly for weeks afterwards. When he does, it's just wrapped around you, with fingers continually touching some part of your body—as if he needs constant confirmation that you're real and alive.

Shower Moments: Tony often avoids talking about his feelings, but the post-traumatic stress brings them to the surface. You'll be standing under the water as he carefully washes your hair, murmuring how sorry he is and how he'll never allow you to be in that type of danger again.

Guilt and Fear: Tony has deep guilt and dread. He had always feared that his opponents would target those he cared about, and now it has come true. He gets nightmares about it. He even considers shoving you away for your own safety, but the moment you see that expression in his eyes, you shut it off immediately.

"Do not even think about it, Stark. We are a team. You and I."

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Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier 

It was supposed to be a regular infiltration mission. Inside and outside. Minimal contact. You and Bucky had done this a hundred times: two shadows moving as one. Professional, crisp, and focused.

But it didn't matter when the information was incorrect. While the enemy was waiting.

You didn't even hear the gunshot. Just feeling the sting in your side and the way your legs collapsed beneath you. You landed hard, your breath seizing in your throat as your fingers brushed against the cut, wet with blood.

"Y/N!"

Bucky was at your side in seconds, diving to his knees, eyes wild, one hand cradling your face and the other clamping down on your wound.

You attempted to speak, but your voice broke, and sorrow shot through your body.

"Hey, hey. Don't talk. You're okay. You're going to be fine," Bucky whispered, his voice low and angry, as if he was forcing it to happen.

The following few minutes were blurred. Gunfire. Screams. And Bucky transformed into something unrecognizable, as if his Winter Soldier instincts had snapped into place and the only thing that mattered now was to defend you.

He snatched you into his arms as if you weighed nothing, clutching you to his chest as he tore across the property. You could hear his pulse racing, feel his breath on your hair, and the way he repeated your name like a prayer.

"I've got you, doll. You are secure now. Please hold on. Do not close your eyes, okay?"

You awoke hours later in an Avengers. Medical facility, you're side stitched and bandaged, painful as hell, but alive. Bucky sat near your bed, slumped over, clutching your hand as if it were the only thing holding him together in the world.

He appeared to have remained still.

"You scared the shit out of me," he said, his voice scratchy. "Don't ever do that again."

You smiled weakly but sincerely. "I didn't plan on getting shot, Buck."

He did not reciprocate the smile. Instead, he leaned in, placed his forehead to yours, and breathed you in.

"You are everything to me." I can't lose you."

Headcanons:

Human Body Armor: Bucky refuses to let you lead the front line after that incident. Even during missions, he puts himself in front of you, metal arm ready, eyes continually searching. Even if you object, he will protect you.

Overprotective but Soft: He is both overprotective and soft, keeping a close eye on you without overwhelming you. Always be sure you eat, relax, and heal. He acts like a guard dog, yet he wraps you in his sweatshirt and kisses you on the forehead before tucking you into bed.

Haunted by "what ifs": He has witnessed too much loss. Losing you would break him. Following the mission, he silently spirals—he rarely sleeps, checks on you every hour, and even sits outside the medbay at night to listen to your breathing.

Will Kill For You: No one talks about what Bucky did after you were shot. But everyone knows. There were no survivors left in that building. And he made sure your blood was the last one spilled.

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Loki Odinson/God of Mischief

In Asgard, victory was usually followed by a celebration. The palace sparkled with glittering flags and tables brimming with food and drink. The air was filled with music, laughing, and the heavy smell of battle-won pride.

You were not immediately involved in the celebration. As a maid, you had to move silently, clean fast, and remain out of the soldiers' path. However, the aftermath of conflict has delivered something else: prisoners, war-beasts in human form, bound and growling, hauled into the dungeons underneath.

Nobody expected them to escape.

You were merely in the wrong corridor at the wrong moment, on your way back to the servants' quarters, when you heard a sudden, violent crash behind you. You turned just in time to see one of the larger prisoners lunging out of the shadows, bloodied, wild-eyed, and enraged.

You hardly had time to scream before he grabbed your wrist and pushed you back into the wall.

"Pretty little thing," he scoffed.

Your heart smashed. You struggled and were frightened, but he was stronger. Too powerful.

And then he showed up.

Emerald glints. A burst of rage.

The opponent was leering at you one second, and the next he was gasping on his own breath, magically held in place. Loki showed up out of the shadows, his eyes glowing green and his power crackling in the air like electricity.

"I would think very carefully about your next breath," he said, his voice low and nasty.

The prisoner never got the opportunity to speak. Loki's blade slashed his throat in an instant—quiet, quick, and brutal.

He quickly turned to face you, his eyes still gleaming from the last pulse of power. "Did he touch you?" he said, his voice shaking with wrath rather than fear.

You shook your head, too stunned to speak.

His hand lifted, paused, and finally rested lightly on your cheek. "You are secure now. I am here."

Headcanons:

Feral, Silent Protector: Loki does not make a huge statement about what happened. But from that day forward, you're never alone. As you walk the corridors, you observe how the shadows alter. Guards nod at you with odd reverence. You always get the feeling that someone is watching you, but not in a horrible manner.

Possessive to the Core: Loki is possessive and subtly claims you. There's no spectacular statement; he simply starts showing up more. Giving little grins. Standing by your side. Looking at everyone who speaks to you for too long, as if he's measuring them for a coffin.

Gives You Power: You discover that you have suddenly been granted new rights. Fancier chambers. Lighter duties. A lovely necklace adorned with protective runes - "a gift," he adds casually, yet the enchantment enters your skin like his promise.

Little Acts of Care: He's subtle, but not shy. He appears with warm tea when you're tired. Offers books you never told him you liked. One day, there's a knife under your pillow - enchanted, beautiful. "Just in case," he murmurs.

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Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Training sessions with Steve were usually tough, but you enjoyed the challenge. He was patient, motivating and pushed you just the right amount. Until today.

It went on quickly.

You were sparring hand-to-hand, deflecting his punches and dancing just out of range. But one step too late- one miscalculation, and his foot collided with your knee more forcefully than expected. You dropped with a sudden yell, pain shooting up your leg as you grasped the joint.

Steve knelt immediately, an apology washing across his face. "Shit Y/N, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

But before you could respond, she was there.

Natasha burst into the training room like a red flash, her gaze fixed on you before switching to Steve with ice-cold precision. "What the hell happened?"

"She took a hit, wasn't meant to land like that," Steve said, raising his hands.

Natasha did not even glance at him. She crouched behind you, pushing your hair away from your face, her gaze sweeping across your entire body.

"You're done for today," she said quietly, slipping her arms beneath you before you could argue.

"Nat,  I can walk! "

"No, Milaya. You don't get to debate. You got injured. You are mine. I am taking care of you."

You looked up at her, shocked, as she effortlessly grabbed you into her arms and took you to the medbay, ignoring everyone else in the gym, including a very embarrassed Steve.

"I'm not mad," she said softly into your hair. "But I am going to kill him just a little bit later."

Headcanons:

Ultra-Protective Mode ON: She's already protective on a normal day, but the second you get hurt? She's locked in. No more training unless she's there. She even makes you wear knee pads when walking around the Tower as a joke, but deep down, she's serious.

Scary Calm with others: She does not shout. She does not throw punches. But her quiet is deadly. Steve maintains she didn't say anything after the incident, but he remains scared of her glare.

Shadows you for days: She stares. Always around the corner. Constantly keeping an eye on everything. Do you go to the kitchen? She's already prepared your tea. Do you wince when walking? She's already by your side, her arm around you.

Loves babying you: She won't say it, but she enjoys caring of you. She brings you to bed, rubs your knee, carefully bandages it, and kisses your forehead as if it were sacred.

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Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

It was supposed to be a straightforward observation mission. Inside and outside. No major clashes or shocks. However, those are always the messiest.

You were teamed with two fresh recruits (Wanda was not on the team this time), and somewhere along the road, a concealed Hydra sniper fired a shot. The bullet touched your side, drawing blood but not killing. Nonetheless, it was scary. You were able to patch things up and complete the assignment. Barely.

However, as soon as you returned to Avengers base, everything changed.

She did not speak when she saw you. Her hands trembled. Wanda ran across the corridor and held you in a tight, magic-warmed hug before you had time to catch your breath.

You could feel her body trembling against your own.

"You didn't call me," she muttered. "You got hurt. And I was not there."

"I didn't want to worry you..."

"I felt it, Y/N."

Her voice was soft. Almost childish. But there was something darker lurking beneath the surface of her gaze. The red mist wrapped around her fingers, like if it had its own awareness.

"I felt something snap in the air," she said softly. "And then I looked at my phone and saw your name in the mission report and—" She cut off, breathing shakily. "You're not allowed to do that. You don't get to be brave alone."

Before you could respond, her hands caressed your face. Gently. Carefully.

"I almost tore apart that compound just to find you."

Headcanons:

Telepathy Check-ins: She starts using her powers more often, telepathically checking in on you without asking. You'll be brushing your teeth and hear, "Are you okay?"inside your head. She tries not to intrude. Tries....

Cries When You Flinch: If you wince or shift in pain, even a little? She looks like the world is ending. She apologizes a thousand times even if she didn't cause it.

You catch her reading spells: One night, you find her in the living room, surrounded by books on blood magic and protective sigils. She's talking to herself, her eyes burning.

"You're not allowed to get hurt again," she adds quietly. "I won't let it happen."

Sleeps Curled Around You: She won't sleep till you're in her arms. She's afraid of dreams. Yours and hers. So she stays up longer, simply watching you breathe.

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Agatha Harkness

It started quickly.

One moment, you were wandering along the edge of the forests outside town, the moonlight soaking your skin and the chilly night air keen with magic. You felt a rush of fury before you saw her. Not yours. Hers.

Agatha had met paths with a witch decades before, angry, bitter, and now brave enough to seek revenge. You didn't have time to respond before the air cut apart. Hundreds of sharpened wood spikes flew your way.

One of them hit.

Right below your collarbone. Close. Too close.

You did not scream, but you stumbled back, your chest searing with sorrow. You reached up, your fingers dripping with your own blood. Even for a vampire, a cut this near to the heart may have been deadly.

Then Agatha came.

The air crackled with blue lightning, a wild force. Something inside her cracked when she saw you.

"You," she hissed, charging towards the other witch like a hurricane on two legs. "You DARE touch my WIFE"

The other witch did not have a chance.

It was not a duel. It was a massacre.

You didn't know how long it lasted, how many times Agatha attacked her with spells you couldn't even remember, but when it was over, all that remained was smoke, shattered dirt, and Agatha standing in the dark, her chest rising and falling like she'd been hunting prey.

Her eyes were gleaming as she turned to face you. Her hands shook. Her fingers were stained with blood when she reached out for you.

"You're all right," she whispered. But she did not seem convinced. "You're alright."

You were still standing. Barely. "You should see the other witch," you attempted to joke.

Agatha did not laugh.

Her lips touched your temple. Then, your jaw. Then the area around your wound. Her voice lowered to a whisper, almost reverent.

"She was half an inch away from taking you from me."

Headcanons:

Possessive doesn't begin to cover it: She doesn't let you out of her sight for days. Follows you around the house. Watches you sleep, even though she knows you heal fast.

She cannot stop caressing you: Her hands are continually resting on your neck, wrists, and back, as if she needs to remind herself that you are there. That you did not die.

Love confession through rage: "You don't get it," she hisses one night as you try to calm her down. "You are the only thing I have ever loved without falling apart. If she had stolen that from me, I would have destroyed the world."

"I should've killed her centuries ago." She blames herself. She won't say it out, but she thinks about it every time she sees the wound. She feels that allowing the witch to live was her only mistake, and you paid the price. 

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Rio Vidal/ Death

You were not even meant to be on the battlefield.

You'd simply come and bring herbs and assist healers in patching up the injured. That is all. However, conflict is unconcerned with your work, especially among chaotic people who would rather see the world burn.

A cursed soldier, blood-soaked and barely alive, struck out the instant you approached him. When his sword sliced across your ribs, you didn't scream; your breath just fled.

And for a little second, you saw her.

She stepped out of the smoke. Silent. Unmoving. Eyes like storms. Death.

But rather than taking you, she kneeled alongside you.

"I told you," Rio muttered, her voice barely contained. "This world doesn't deserve you."

You attempted to grin. "Hey... look who showed up."

Blood dripped from your lips.

Rio did not laugh. She lifted your body with unbelievable gentleness, as if you were made of light and glass, and vanished with you into the fog.

The last thing you recalled was her voice in your ear:

"Don't die on me. If you do, I will personally drag you back. Even if I have to remove your soul from heaven."

Headcanons:

Furious with whoever hurt you, Rio doesn't kill him right away. She hunts him.  And when she's done, there's no one left to bury.

Takes you somewhere only the dead know: A world of peace. You are the only living being there. She keeps you covered in warm shadows, utterly safe and entirely hers.

You're never allowed to walk alone again:  She appears whenever you attempt to travel alone. Even in the garden. Even into the kitchen. "Don't argue, mi amor," she adds quietly. "You're not ready."

Territorial behavior turned possessive: After your injury, she doesn't let anyone else near you. No medics. No friends. Only her. She bathes you. Feeds you. Heals you with her own energy.

[karterroster]

Psa for marvel fanfic tags

For the love of God, PLEASE stop tagging bucky x reader as steve x reader. Do not tag loki x reader as steve x reader.

So close to just tagging this with bucky x reader and loki x reader to spite. So close. And do not post a fully bucky x reader or loki x reader masterlist as steve x reader. Idk why this has to be said. Bucky and loki are the most popular marvel men fanfiction wise- people do look at those tags OFTEN.

I cannot find steve x reader fics on here because you're putting bucky and loki on there and there is A LOT of fanfiction of bucky and loki and they are all tagged as steve. There is a market for it, just not in the steve x reader tag. thank you.

[greyelfsworld]

Bucky is against making twinks work

[deniable-masterpiece]

steve rogers and bucky barnes ride my face please, like sit on it with your full weight and use it like a chair. i will submit and only do that foreverrrr

[blue-sadie]

Feel The Beat

Them getting a personal lap dance from you

Your thighs settled on the velvet cushions on each side of him your hands his shoulders, your hips moving to the beat of the music your glittery outfit clinging to your curves nicely he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

His eyes couldn't move away from you, they watched every movement, everything flick of your hips, his fists were clenched knuckles white, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he fought the urge to touch you.

The urge to trace your every curve, to feel you skin to skin, to mark you with his teeth and lips, his eyes peered over to make sure the bodyguard wasn't looking before pulling your face to his, he pressed his tongue into your mouth as his hand began to explore you.

His hands forcing your hips against his rocking you back and forth, his hardening cock pressed against your clit making your eyes close in pleasure, your moans muffled by his.

His hands made their way under your thong, two of his fingers sliding up and down your clit collecting your wetness before entering his slow thrusts getting faster and faster your body convulsing as you cum, his lips twisting in a smirk as he pulled out his fingers his lips moving as he whispered into your ears 'can't wait to fuck you senseless'

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki Laufeyson, Pietro Maximoff, Johnny Storm, Eddie Brock, Bruce Wayne, Kent Clark, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen

[brainrotcharacters]

It's hilarious how the visceral adoration Wade felt for Captain America was equaled only by the visceral hatred he felt for Johnny Storm

[sidekick-syndrome]

why they so angry...

i was rewatching cap's backstory episode in EMH and thought their expressions in this screenshot were so funny. i had to redraw it

(the situation is dire when the only ideas i have for art are redraws. girl help)

bonus design doodle. i wanted to compare the way i usually draw bucky to the show design. turned out interesting.

[incorrect-multiverse]

Natasha, on the phone with Steve: Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Natasha: Anyways, you said Nadya is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

wild to think of Steve and Bucky's experience of womens fashion going from 1920s flapper dresses to 1930s Ginger Rogers escapist glamour to 1940s knee-length skirts under rationing and military-influenced power shoulders.

[ninus9607]

❝𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

𝟫. 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝓅𝓉𝟣

Pairing(s): Marvel Characters x Female! reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: swear words

tags l content: fluff, jealousy!

AN: I hope you like it.... please forgive me for every mistake!! English is not my first language!

Steve Rogers/ Captain America

The soft chime of the shop's bell rings as the door swings open, signaling a new customer. You glance up from where you're arranging a fresh bouquet behind the counter, brushing stray petals from your apron. The shop smells like jasmine and roses, the air thick with warmth from the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. It's peaceful, quiet until you hear a familiar voice.

"Wow, these are beautiful," the man says, and when you look up, you see a customer leaning a little too casually against one of the display tables, his eyes locked onto you rather than the flowers.

Steve, who had been standing near the register waiting for you to finish up, suddenly goes rigid. You don't notice the shift immediately, too busy smiling politely at the customer.

"Thank you," you reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you looking for something specific?"

"Maybe something special," the man muses, stepping closer. "Got any recommendations?"

Steve clears his throat. Loudly. Confidently.

You glance at him, finding his expression unreadable, but his hand tightens around the bouquet he'd been holding, one he was planning to give to you.

"She's busy," Steve says, his voice calm, but there's a weight behind it.

The man blinks, finally looking at him. "Oh, my bad. I just thought—"

Steve interrupts smoothly, raising an eyebrow. "She knows what she's doing."

The man chuckles awkwardly, mutters something about coming back later, and quickly exits the shop, the bell ringing in his departure.

You stare at Steve, one brow raised. "Jealous, much?"

"Well, I just don't like it when someone else shows interest in you, but if it bothers you, I-"

You glance up at him, warmth in your gaze. His words falter the moment your eyes meet, uncertainty flickering in his twinkling blue eyes. He looks almost nervous, afraid he might have overstepped, that he's made you uncomfortable.

"No, No Stevie, I love it..." 

Slowly, you moved closer to him, your hand landed on his big, muscular chest,t and you whispered in his ear...

"I'm enjoying this very much, Captain, I think you deserve one nice surprise, but before that, could you please help me with those horrible big boxes?" His body was stiff, and his cheeks as red as the roses that were laid out on the counter. 

"Y-Yes, miss. Right away," And with that, he strode off to the storeroom, all flushed and shy, his usual confidence nowhere to be found.

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Tony Stark/Iron Man

The party was in full swing, the energy electric as people danced, laughed, and drank expensive champagne. You had been standing near the bar, having a conversation with a few guests like politicians, journalists, and a bunch of other people. And then you felt it- the undeniable weight of someone's gaze on you.

Before you could turn, a familiar voice cut through the conversation like a knife wrapped in silk.

"You know, fellas, I have to say. I admire your courage."

The men around you paused as Tony Stark stepped into the circle, drink in hand, smirk perfectly in place. His face was alight with passion, and his gaze was full of fire when he looked at you. His presence next to you was thrilling, sending tingling down your spine.

"Trying to charm my girlfriend in the middle of my party? Bold move. Suicidal and dumb, but bold."

He moved closer to you, putting his hand on the side of your dress.

"Now, I get it. I really do. I mean, look at her." He gestured toward you as if presenting a work of art. "She's smart, breathtaking, and most importantly, completely taken. So, I will give you five seconds to back off, or I'll do it myself."

One of the guys, clearly not ready to back down, chuckled nervously. "Come on, Stark, we were just talking."

"Oh, absolutely," Tony interrupted smoothly, taking a sip of his drink before leaning in just a little closer. "And I was just reminding you that talking to my girl comes with certain... expectations. Like, knowing when to walk away."

There was something sharp in his voice, a challenge that made the men exchange glances before muttering excuses and slipping away.

Once they were gone, Tony turned to you with a big smirk on his face. "You can thank me later, sweetheart. I'm guessing you'll be on my bed tonight, all undressed for me?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile tugging at your lips. "Tony Stark, was that jealousy?"

He scoffed, taking another sip of his drink. "Pfft. Please. I don't get jealous."

His hand, still firm on your waist, betrayed him.

You smirked, leaning in just enough to let your lips brush the shell of his ear. "I mean, who would've thought that Iron Man himself, Tony Stark, would be getting jealous over some guys?"

His grip on you tightened, and just like that, you knew exactly how the rest of the night was going to end.

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Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier (Let's pretend he's with Shield after CAWS)

The evening was coming to a close after another mission briefing at the Avengers' base. Everyone else had left, but you and Bucky remained in the corner of the vast living area, conversing softly.

Bucky, as usual, showed a calm intensity, but tonight there was something else. A subtle difference in his manner, as if he was studying things a bit too carefully, almost as if he was waiting for something.

You weren't sure if it was because of the people surrounding you or something else, but as you spoke with a couple of the team members, Bucky fixed his eyes on you. It wasn't possessive at first, just his usual vigilant gaze. But then another guy, someone you'd hardly talked to, approached you, offered you a drink, and got a bit too close for comfort.

The air surrounding you altered. Bucky's eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened slightly. You watched his protective side show through, the side that always kept you safe, even when you didn't ask for it.

You caught his eyes across the room, and Bucky was there before you knew it. His hand was strong but subtle on your lower back, guiding you closer to him. It made your breath hitch.

"Everything okay here?"  He said, his voice firm, but there was a suggestion of something darker beneath the surface, something possessive. The guy glanced between you and Bucky, sensing the sudden tension in the air.

Bucky walked quickly, before anyone could say anything else. In one rapid motion, he grabbed you up and tossed you over his shoulder, causing your heart to skip a beat as you reflexively gripped his back for support.

"Bucky, what are you d-oing?" you started, half-laughing, half-protesting.

He didn't answer immediately. His expression was cool, his jaw set in a determined line as he strode toward the door. As he walked, you could feel his muscles tense and release under the weight of you, his protective instincts taking over completely.

Once you were safely out of the room, Bucky stopped and turned, looking down at you with an intensity that made you shiver.

"I don't like it when other people get too close to you," he said quietly, his tone rough with barely contained emotion. "And I don't want anyone else thinking they can get away with that."

You gasped, astonished and a little excited by his strength. His actions were quick, almost effortless, as he carried you to the exit. Your legs swung softly with the motion, making your head dizzy from the adrenaline rush.

You could feel his heart hammering and his hand lightly resting on your back, providing a touch of comfort and control. You put your hand on his chest to ground yourself.

"You don't need to be worried about that," you assured him, your voice low but serious. "I'm not going anywhere."

His stare relaxed somewhat, and he smirked, his lips pressing against your forehead. "Damn right you're not."

He gently placed you down, but before you could catch your breath, he was bringing you close, his arms wrapped around you in a tight grip. "You're mine," he mumbled under his breath, as if making a vow, and the weight of that promise was palpable in the way his lips brushed across your skin.

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Loki/God of Mischief

You'd spent the day doing your responsibilities as Loki's personal maid, cleaning up his quarters and assisting with his plans. Despite being his maid, there was no denying your affection for him. Loki's dark charm and wit had long won your heart, and in private, he treated you with more affection than you could have imagined.

However, as you completed your responsibilities and joined the others in Asgard's big hall, you could sense the tension in the air. Thor was there, as loud and energetic as ever, welcoming everyone with his trademark kindness. When his gaze fell on you, they sparkled with open vitality.

"Ah, my favorite maid," Thor said with a grin, winking at you. "Have you been keeping the trickster in line?"

You rolled your eyes and grinned, thankful for his lively personality. "You know how he is, always getting into trouble," you added, pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Thor chuckled and leaned closer to you. "Well, if he's ever in need of a break from all that mischief, I'm sure we could find something far more fascinating to do."

Before you could react, a shadow descended over you, and you realized it was Loki. His presence was clear, yet there was no sign of his typical cheeky grin. Instead, his emerald eyes flashed with jealousy as he watched you and Thor interact.

"I see you're enjoying yourself with my brother," he continued, his tone cutting through the room's warmth. "Perhaps you would prefer his company, then?"

Thor, sensing the tension, raised his eyebrow. "Relax, brother. I was just complimenting your maid," he added, a teasing smile pulling on his lips.

However, Loki was not in the mood for jokes. "Oh, I'm sure," he replied, his voice dripping with disdain. "It must be so delightful to be around someone who isn't as...brooding as me."

Loki's eyes met yours, and while his expression softened slightly, there was still an underlying possessiveness in his gaze. He leaned in closer, his breath warm on your ear.

"You are mine, Y/N. "Don't forget that," he said quietly, his voice raspy with the weight of his emotions.

Before you could react, Loki's arm snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to him. Without suddenly, he grabbed you off your feet and over his shoulder, bringing you from the hall to his private quarters.

"You can't spend all your time with him, little maid," Loki said quietly, his grasp on you tightening. "You belong to me, and I'll remind you of that."

Thor's laughter reverberated from the hall as Loki dragged you away in his arms, but you couldn't concentrate on it. All you could think about was Loki, the God of Mischief, and the fire of jealousy that blazed in his chest, which, you knew, had always been there, boiling beneath the surface.

Loki may have been the God of Mischief, but when it came to you, there was no place for anyone else.

AN: First PART DONE!  This was an intriguing piece to write! I hope you enjoyed it and are prepared for the female part!

[hurtspideyparker]

I went to dm someone and noticed it sums up their blog and was like 'omg I wonder how I'M perceived?' and I checked:

YES THAT IS MY CORE PERSONALITY ACTUALLY. YES THAT IS 80% OF MY BRAIN! so glad for this information

[negasonic9403]

So I'm not typically a Stony shipper because Stucky supremacy, but I see Stony as more of a fling. It's the first time Steve actually allows himself to express his feelings openly for a man, but it would never work out between them

Steve would want something serious and Tony just wants to be casual at the place he is in life then. They'd been arguing for awhile before Bucky comes back, but once Bucky is back Steve decides it's time to end things with Tony because he can't deny the feelings he still has for his best friend and because he knows him and Tony won't work out long term if neither of them change and he doesn't want to make Tony feel forced to choose between his life and Steve

Imagine if that had happened though but Steve actually sits down with Tony and tells him why he thinks they need to break it off and he explains *everything*

Everything from thinking that Bucky had died only days before he went in the ice and that they could reunite in death to not wanting to force Tony to change anything about himself for Steve to happier and that's the first time Tony sees Steve truly vulnerable and it's when they're breaking up

But Tony sees something else too, something he hadn't seen before. Steve is scared that Tony is going to judge him and be angry with him but Tony knew deep down that they would never work out unless Tony settled down or Steve loosened up, neither of which seemed likely in their current life positions. The other thing that Tony sees is Steve's mental illness that he had worked so hard to hide from everyone, even from Tony and Sam. Steve had wanted to be with Bucky so badly that he was willing to unalive himself to see his "best friend" again

Tony loved Steve, but not the kind of love that either of them needed or wanted, and he can't be angry with Steve for realizing that and having an actual adult conversation about it