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“I’ve got to say, you’re the last person I’d expect to be late to Christmas sermon.”

“My record’s that clean? Maybe it’s time to break a few more rules before the New Year.”

“Shall I send a telegram to the authorities this week of next?”

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tony cooking for natasha

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MARVEL FANS HELP ME OUT PLS

where can I find this scene?

am I being dumb and missing it from the movie ?

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Ripped Apart

Kinktober: Day 3, Hatefuck

Loki x Reader

He doesn’t have a reason to hate, in fact everyone loves you, but what happens when that hate is confronted.

Warnings: language, angst, smut,  

Part 2 Part 3

He had despised her for as long as he could remember. From the moment she had stepped into the compound, Tony leading the way, he hadn’t trusted a single thing she had said. She had eyes more devious than the devil and a smirk to match. She had shaken his hand with the confidence of a goddess and sent him a wink to rival a courtesan. His muscles angrily shifted against his bones as he fought his instinct to get away from her.

The worst part of it all was that everyone seemed to like her. Everyone had gravitated to her in an instant. Even Bucky, who didn’t seem to like anyone, could be found at her side. He did his best not to grimace when she sat beside him or rant about her when everyone else was drunk out of their minds, he tried to not even mention it in the reports he sent in monthly. The one time he had Fury had brought him and questioned him about the feeling, hitting every feeling that churned in his stomach with facts to dissuade him. He had kept his mouth shut since then, seething in silence. The only person he dared to share his feelings with was Thor, who at least seemed slightly concerned.

It didn’t matter if she was doing everything perfectly or royally fucking everything up, he hated her. His dreams were filled with the idea of choking her until she turned blue, making her bleed until her skin lost color, making her scream until her lungs couldn’t take it any longer. Of course, he didn’t act on anything of the sort. If he even attempted his ass would be back in prison faster than she could raise an arm to defend herself. The closet he got was training. At first, he had avoided it all together, not daring to even look at her lest he be tempted to rip her apart; but now, he embraced it. Any chance he had he was on the mat, throwing her against the padded ground with as much force as he dared. She fought against him tooth and nail, grinning all the while. He tried to break bones, bruise her past recognition but she always seemed to slip away with a twinkle in her eye.

And then, as if to mock him, she would compliment him on his fight before disappearing with a group of interns who congratulated her for keeping up with a god. Normally, he would destroy something after that, adrenaline shooting through his nerves until his knuckles were busted and bloody and at least one wall is covered in dents that he wouldn’t bother explain.

And now they were partners, through and through. He had begged and pleaded, threatening Stark with everything he had, but there was nothing he could say that would change the man’s mind.  He had threatening to burn down Stark towers, but Tony was having none of it. Now, as they sat atop a building in Southern Germany he wanted nothing more than to push her off. Her hair was brushing against his face as she stared through the scope.  She didn’t even notice.

“Tie your hair up,” he snapped, and she glanced over her shoulder, grinning at him.

“Sorry,” she replied, brushing the hair behind her ear but with a smile like that he didn’t believe a word she said. He continued to glare at her, even as she returned to the scope, and then when she pulled away, brow scrunched in annoyance. “Do you have a problem with me?” she snapped, and he almost wanted to laugh at the audacity. He didn’t bother answering such a question, if she was really that stupid, he had more than one reason to despise her. “Hey, I asked you a question, just because you’re some god doesn’t mean you get to just ignore me,” she snapped, grabbing his arm with questionable confidence. He returned the gesture and slammed her against the electrical box beside them. She squirmed against his arm, but he didn’t let up.

“Fucking drop it.”

“Fuck you, Loki. I haven’t done anything.”

“I said, fucking drop it.” There was a beat of silence before someone spoke through their cons, asking if the pair were okay. She shoved him away and returned to her sniper.

Fifteen minutes later they were sitting on the hellicarrier, glaring at one another from across the deck. She had shot the target and now they were free to go home, and as far from one another as they possibly could. He couldn’t believe she didn’t know what his problem was, but the longer he sat there he wasn’t exactly sure if he knew what the problem was either. He was in Stark tower as fast as his legs would take him, ignoring Stark’s request for a report, and darting towards his room.

Meanwhile, Y/N was following him at breakneck speed, even daring to shove an unsuspecting intern out of her way. When she reached his door she slammed her fist against it, rehearsing the string of curses she was going lay out for him the moment he opened the door.

When he didn’t answer she resorted to slamming her foot against it, denting the door with each well-placed kick.

Inside, Loki was grinding his teeth with each attack on the last layer that was protecting her from her demise. She was screaming at him now, drawing attention to herself, as if this whole ordeal wasn’t bad enough. Finally, with great irritation he allowed her. She stumbled forward and quickly took a fighting stance he was used to seeing.

“You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on right now, or I swear I’m going to make you forget you’re a god.” He took a long step forward, eyes narrowing with each second that passed through the tension.

“Make me forget I’m a god?” he asked with a chuckle and she aimed a kick at his jaw. It should have shattered the bone, it should have done enough to send his mind spiraling, but with a swift hand he caught her ankle and twisted. She fell to the ground with a cry. “Make me forget I’m a god?” he repeated stepping towards her as she scrambled away. “I think you forget who you’re playing with little girl.” She pulled herself up by his bedframe and leaned on the ankle that had suffered his attack.

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You’ve done everything,” he snarled grabbing her arm and tossing her against the wall. The paintings Thor had hung for him shook at the force and she cried out in pain.

“Tell me, tell me what I’ve done.” He grabbed her chin to answer but words failed him. She had done nothing, merely coexisted with him and yet he felt nothing but hatred.

Maybe that’s why he kissed her.

She squirmed away from him, hands pushing against his chest. He grabbed her hair, pushing her closer until he found it hard to breathe. Gasping for air, he pulled away, hands still pressing against. She glared at him and aimed a punch that he caught.

“I’m going to show you exactly why I’m a god,” he snarled placing himself between her legs. She swallowed and he grinned.

Everything that happened after that was nothing but hatred.

When he slammed her body against the drywall, he forced every ounce of anger he had been forced to hide into the move. She cried out but respond with a similar force, grabbing his arms and bruising his back against the dresser. His backbone cried out in protest and he flipped her onto the bed, climbing over top of her. He took her wrists and held them above her head, fingers tightening until the fingers curled from the blood loss. Her knee found his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the fuck?” she yelled standing up from the bed with as much dignity as she could manage with her shirt half torn off. “First you hate me and now you’re all over me.”

“Last time I check, you kissed back,” he taunted, enjoying the scandalized look on her face. A beat of silence passed as she tried to come to terms with the situation. He smirked when she moved forward, hiding the disappointment that she was leaving, until she grabbed his collar and kissed him.

He could feel her anger too. She wanted to be accepted by everyone, especially him, and by the way she was kissing him, she thought this would do the trick.

“I fucking hate you,” she muttered against his lips, nails digging into his skin until thin rivers of blood ran down his shoulders. He shoved her away and ran a hand over the wound. The red collected in the lines of his hands, pooling in the center of his palm. She watched him like a cornered wolf, leaping away when he attacked, dragging her towards the sheets. She fought against the contact, hands grabbing hold of flesh, not to push it away but to pull it closer against her better judgement.

Her shirt went first, or what was left of it. She was all tan skin, taught muscle and heavy breathing. His blood caked the fingernails that were clutching his shirt, doing their best to remove the clothing. He picked her up and pushed her against the wall once more, yanking her pants to the floor before wrapping her legs around his waist. The drywall dented when he slammed into her, residue drifting into their hair until it was a blizzard to match the frigid words that passed between their lips.

He wanted to rip her apart as she gasped around him, fingers clawing at her skin. She returned the favor, drawing intricate designs into the skin that hadn’t been damaged by a thousand more worthy opponents. It was a conflicting symphony of noises, the agony of pleasure ringing out over the proclamations of ongoing hatred.

To admit enjoyment was to lose and so all moans become a declaration of agony. Gasps drifted into screams and smiles became winces. Caresses were replaced by claws and when the climax came and went it was filled with anger, wishing more than anything to deny that it had ever occurred.

He dropped her to the ground, not bothering to watch as she pulled on her pants, panting against the feeling of emptiness. He was colder than before, not even her hot breath against his back could warm him.

“Get out,” he mumbled.

“I would like nothing more,” she snapped, marching out of the room without picking up her shirt. The door slammed behind her, sliding into place awkwardly because of the dents that had began their encounter.

He was glad she was gone, ecstatic in fact, and yet he wanted nothing more than to bring her back and rip her apart again.

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Art based off of the fanfic The Box by FestiveFerret (AO3 link) 

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Daddy Lessons

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky’s a generous guy, he’s more than happy to share his best princess. But when you enjoy Steve just a little too much, he takes it upon himself to show you who your daddy is — and he makes sure you’ll never dare forget again.

Word Count: 4.8k. Buckle up.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark!bucky, cocky as fuck Steve Rogers, heavy daddy kink, domestic submission, domestic degradation, voyuerism, exhibitionism, MAJOR asphyxiation, derogatory name calling, DUBCON, bordering on NONCON in parts, rough anal sex, facial, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, orgasm punishment, hints of aftercare. PLEASE READ THESE WARNINGS AND TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY. I’m not responsible for your media consumption, and we don’t kink shame here. 

A/N: This is slowly becoming part of a series. I guess you could say this is the fourth installment. Here are parts ONE  TWO and THREE. Page dividers by the wonderful @whimsicalrogers​. Also, because I’m a forgetful girl, major major MAJOR props to @ozarkthedog and @angrythingstarlight for their input on this. It was very much appreciated. Adding it now because I forgot in my excited stupor to get this up! Ily both 💕

‘Got a guest coming for dinner tonight, princess. Wear something pretty, and make something fancy. Daddy loves you xx’

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you're the only person i've seen do anything about Bruce and I feel like he needs more attention so any hc's about rough/dom bruce?

uh always!

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so canonically he can’t even fuck w out turning green, but i’m disregarding that cause i know he’s got needs

but i do think he would’ve spent a lot of time jerking off cause he is worried of turning green on someone

but when you come around and don’t get scared of him as hulk, you kind of...

smirk?? and look like you?? dig it

he starts to feel more in control of himself

and of course that night you finally get him to your room

and tell him he can do whatever he likes to you

dr. banner is feeling like the fucking man

so i just know that he’d say something like

“take your clothes off for me, pretty girl, let me see”

and he’d sit on the bed, rubbing himself through his pants as you slowly take your clothes off for him

and he’d pull you between his spread legs and run his hands all over you

and maybe he’d ask something like

“is this all for me”

and i just KNOW he knows a thing or two

like i know he’d be the type to pin you down as he mercislessly eats you out

he would have and a WANT your back arching

he’d have his hands all over you

and that tongue could work a miracle

but when he finally gets inside you

he’d be furiously pounding you into that mattress

i’m talking headboard beating against the wall

you’d scream for him, and he’d fucking love the sound

his fingertips would be gripping you so hard as he ploughed into you like nothing on earth

and can i just raise the idea of

he sees streaks of green over his hands

maybe they’d be up his neck

and he’d power through it

and even you can feel like...growing? inside of you

and he’s so in control of you that he feels like he can do anything

and i bet he’d be liberal on the dirty talk

telling you the nastiest things

about how well you’re taking his cock

how pretty you look spread out for him

sigh i love doctor banner

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Loki abducted Y/N and Peter

Peter: “Quick call the avengers”

Y/N: “No”

Peter: “What do you mean no?!”

Y/N: “I mean no, do you wanna hear it in Spanish”

Y/M: “noh”

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Tom Hiddleston + Photoshoot Drama

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The problem with Falsettos is that to show it to people you inevitably have to go through the first song, and the first song is called 4 Jews In A Room Bitching

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THE BOYS IN THE BAND (2020) dir. Joe Mantello

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Marvel: there will be no deaths in avengers 4

Me:

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Therapy for Superheroes Masterlist

Summary:

After the accords and the conflict between Captain America and Iron Man the government decided all super-heroes need therapy. While Captain America, his best friend, and Iron Man have their fights; Thor and Loki try not to kill each other. How can you help them? The only way you see is helping these heroes relax…

Pairing:

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader, Thor x Reader, Loki x Reader, maybe other Avengers x Reader

Warnings:

angst, mentions of fights, arguments, language, tension, dirty talk, sex as negotiation strategy, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, switch reader, threesomes, voyeurism, possible foursome, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, daddy kink, Sir kink, size kink, Captain kink

Don’t look for any plot in this series. This is only an excuse to write smut with different Avengers… ;)

Here’s the alternative version I outlined for the beginning of the series: The pet masterlist

The golden boy and his problem  (Steve x Reader)

What do we do with you? (Bucky x Reader)

Thunders don’t solve anything (Thor x Reader)

How to help a playboy (Tony x Reader)

Tricks are not allowed (Loki x Reader)

Double the problems, double the fun (Steve x Reader x Tony)

Single therapy is boring (Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Sharing is caring (Thor x Reader x Loki)

How did this happen? (Steve x Reader x Tony x Bucky)

Who are you? (Wolverine x Reader)

The big surprise (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Fly high with me (Sam Wilson x Reader)

I always hit the target (Clint Barton x Reader)

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Celebrity AU (?) | Frostiron (Super Mini Vidlet)

Lol, I don’t even know, hahahaha!

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College Professor!Peter x Mafia Boss!Tony

Peter is a biochem college professor and is tired of the constant flirting from one of his students.

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Peter had reached his limit.

It had started off small, a few winks here and some staring that stopped when he made eye contact. Then it progressed to asking for help more and more often but never having an actual question. Writing me after the date printed on the paper. Touching and sexual gestures, even blatantly trying to ‘seduce’ him in front of the rest of the class.

“Tony I just don’t know what to do anymore!” Peter paused moaning as his husband skillfully massaged his aching feet. “I’ve told him I’m married but he doesn’t take me seriously.”

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