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[steven-grandpa-rogers]

I’m Moving!

Hello lovelies!

After some deliberation, I’ve decided to change blogs. This is due in part to a lack of inspiration for this blog, but mainly due to a few changes in my personal opinions on characters and what I want my blog to focus on. I’d be happy to expand via private message, but this post doesn’t need a lengthy foray into my reasoning there.

I will be at @scarletsxwrites from now on (Tumblr won’t let me actually tag it, apologies)! You’re welcome to follow me there for all the new content I hope to put up. I will leave this blog and all of its posts up, as well as repost a few of my personal favorites to that blog. Some of my requests will carry over as well.

Thank you for your understanding, and for all the support on this blog. I hope my new blog can be just as much of a success xx

[steven-grandpa-rogers]

More Than Anything

summary:

while on a mission, you need steve to help you come back down to earth; confessions are made along the way

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 3.5k

request: here

warnings: marvel-typical violence, smut, rough sex, mentions of anxiety, unprotected sex bc i can’t write anything else, choking if you squint

The tension mounted over the course of weeks, months, even years. It was obvious to anyone who bothered to look; the lingering glances, the small smiles, the too-long touches. But when you were asked, of course, you would vehemently reject any assumptions.

You and Steve Rogers were just friends. Friends who routinely slept in the same bed, who chose each other over anyone else, who would follow the other to the ends of the earth and beyond. Neither of you ever really bothered to question that.

This mission was changing things. You weren’t sure what it was; with anyone else, you might have chalked it up to the close quarters. Sharing a room - sharing a bed, no less - was something that may trigger some awkwardness. But sharing a bed was something you and Steve did often, so it couldn’t have been that.

You wondered if his job was simply starting to take a toll on him. Maybe it was time for him to get out of the field. Of course, you would never suggest this, but it was possible.

This was your train of thought as you sat on the balcony of your hotel room, feet propped up on the railing and your drink of choice held in your hand. It had been a productive day, if not particularly interesting; you were undercover in a corporation that was suspected of working with HYDRA, among other things. While the intel was fantastic, it was, at its core, a desk job. Really, this entire mission was training for Steve; he was a great soldier, a master tactician, but not so much of a spy. You, meanwhile, were as good as spies got.

At least when Natasha was busy.

You were drawn from your musings when the sliding door opened to reveal a very shirtless Steve looking down at you with exhausted eyes. “Are you coming to bed?” He asked, and you were struck by how profoundly domestic the question was.

“Soon,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m just thinking.”

He leaned against the doorframe. He looked tired, he looked worn down. You wanted to go to him, hold him, give him some of his energy back. You wanted to make him feel new again. Your heart hurt to look at the man so exhausted. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

You shrugged. “Nothing in particular.”

You didn’t normally lie to Steve, and the feeling of it was… not fantastic. The words felt heavy on your tongue. You recoiled at the sound of them. Funny, you thought; you lied - easily, even enjoyably - for a living, but you couldn’t lie to Steve.

If he saw through your words (and you suspected he did, if the way he pursed his lips and raised his brows was any evidence) he didn’t choose to comment. Instead, he nodded, mumbled a goodnight, and shut the door behind him.

You finished off your drink and stared at the city skyline, contemplating until you fell asleep in the only-somewhat-comfortable deck chair. Steve found you early the next morning and carried you inside. You stirred just enough as he laid you out in the bed to feel him press a kiss to your temple before he left for his morning jog.

In your early morning drowsiness, all you could think was oh. shit. before sleep overtook you once more.

***

The mission took a turn for the worst pretty fast, if you said so yourself. One minute, you and Steve were gathering information at your desks; the next, you were being called into your boss’ office for a meeting.

The alarm in your head started going off when he locked the door behind you both. When you raised an eyebrow at the sound of it, your boss shrugged. “Just so that we won’t be disturbed. You understand. Please, take a seat.”

Steve moved first, lowering himself cautiously into one of the seats opposite your boss. You followed, hesitantly, hand itching to pull the gun on the inside of your blazer. Though you expressed complete nonchalance outwardly, you were currently going over every microinteraction you’d had at the company. Had something you’d said raised a red flag? Something you’d done?

“I wanted to speak to you both about your real intentions here,” your boss said. You swallowed hard. Shit.

Steve shifted beside you and you could practically smell the panic on him. You wanted to tell him to relax; visibly freaking out wasn’t helping either of your cases. Instead, you looked straight ahead and offered your boss and easy-going smile. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, sir.”

His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.”

You felt your heart rate accelerate, but you put on a mask of shock and disappointment. “Sir, I’m not lying. I made my intentions at this company clear to you during my interview; I wanted experience in my chosen field, and I -”

“Cut the shit, Y/L/N!” His voice dropped an octave and he rose from his seat, staring down at you with something cruel in his eyes.

Your face morphed into fear and you worked on summoning tears; if you could just act your way out of this, you’d be fine. “Sir, please sit down. You’re scaring me.”

“C’mon, man,” Steve’s voice surprised you. “We just -”

“Please, Captain,” your boss switched his attention to Steve and you knew you were fucked. It was all over. “Spare me.”

You made an executive decision and stood quickly from your seat. Before your mark could react, your gun was pointed directly at his face. “Okay, new plan,” you said. The fake fear was gone, replaced with confidence and power. “You’re gonna sit down and chill the fuck out. We’re gonna take the intel we need and take this company down. Then we’re gonna slap some handcuffs on you and you’re gonna get what you deserve. Or I can pull the trigger, get the intel we need, take this company down, and leave you to bleed out. It��s your choice.”

In a flash, he was reaching out and pressing a button under his desk. You weren’t sure what it would do, but you knew it couldn’t have been good. As he pressed the button, you squeezed the trigger and watched him crumple to the floor.

By this point, Steve was standing as well. You looked at him and nodded to the door before moving to grab your boss’ key card from his jacket. This would give you access to the information you needed. “I don’t know what he did, but we need to get those files and get the fuck out.”

He nodded and followed you. This wasn’t ideal; you were wearing a blouse and dress pants, neither of which would offer much protection against weaponry, especially bullets, and Steve was most certainly without his shield. Hopefully whatever that button meant would take a while. You hid your gun under your blazer as you made your way through the office. If anyone had heard the gunshot, they certainly didn’t give any indication of it. “His office must have been soundproofed,” you observed, making sure only Steve could hear you. “That’s good.”

You reached the elevator and boarded, happy to see that no one else was present. In an instant, you had swiped your boss’ key card and entered the password that you’d been working on stealing for days. As a new set of buttons appeared, you found yourself profoundly grateful that you’d worked out the password on time.

“They keep all their information on a set of sublevels,” you said, scanning the new buttons and finally selecting one. “If our intel is correct, it should be here.”

You shot down to the correct level and unboarded the elevator. It felt like you had entered a high tech parking garage; the walls of the room that you entered were made of concrete, but the wall opposite the elevator was layered with all manner of security measures. Praying to God you were right about what you were about to do, you marched over and shot out the handprint scanner. The doors slid open.

“How did you know to do that?” Steve asked as he followed you into the maze of files.

You shrugged, drawing your gun once more just in case you encountered someone. “It worked in Star Wars.”

In a few minutes, you managed to track down the right filing cabinet. Thank God for organization systems. You browsed through the files inside and handed the ones you would need off to Steve. “Alright, let’s get the hell out of here.”

It seemed like you were in the clear, until you made your way back to the room with the elevator. As you re-entered the room, the doors opened to reveal a group of men that were definitely not your friends. You shot at one without thinking, only to discover he was definitely wearing bulletproof armor. “Okay, I guess we do this the old fashioned way.”

Steve kicked the files behind the two of you, to be retrieved after you’d finished kicking these guys’ asses.

The enemies converged in a swarm; you hit the first in the face with the butt of your gun, sending him sprawling to the ground. The second came at you faster than you were expecting and managed to grab your gun hand. Without really thinking, you pivoted and shoved your knee right into his balls. He sunk to his knees in front of you, so you ripped his helmet off and sent a bullet right through his skull. This may have been a bit excessive, but you hadn’t been trained for subtlety or grace. You just needed to get the job done.

You worked your way through the crowd until it was just you, Steve, and the last few enemies.

The last one that you faced was a doozy; he went for your legs and you landed hard on your back. As you grimaced and breathed hard, he took the opportunity to step over you and aim his gun right at your head. Letting out a savage growl, you reached up, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him down to the ground with you. It was risky, considering a bullet through your forehead wasn’t great for your health, but you didn’t have many options.

With him sprawled out next to you, you climbed on top of him and pinned his wrists with your knees. You shot him quick and dirty and rose to your feet, surveying the incapacitated men around you. “That was annoying,” you said, and Steve laughed as he retrieved the files.

Aside from the fact that you were covered in blood and panting, you managed to get yourselves together enough to walk out of the building without rousing too much suspicion. If anyone noticed the dishevelment, at least, they didn’t make any comments.

***

By the time you and Steve made it back to the hotel, your adrenaline had only diminished somewhat. The fact that you had made it back without anymore trouble did nothing to ease your nerves; if anything, it only put you on even higher alert. That was too easy, you kept thinking; this couldn’t have been over.

You put the files in your bag and sat out on the balcony, not bothering to remove any of your bloodied clothes or fix your appearance. You were too on edge. You fully expected more HYDRA agents to come through the door at any second.

As minutes ticked by, you prayed that maybe it was over. Maybe you could call it and go home. But still, the anxiety in your chest wasn’t easing up; the more it seemed that you were truly safe, the more your skin buzzed with nerves.

Finally, you decided enough was enough. Rationally, it was clear that you were no longer in danger; but your fight or flight instinct was still strong. You headed inside before you could change your mind. Your plan for easing some of this anxiety was something you were unsure about, something that could be easily rejected, but you needed a tether to reality.

You could only hope that Steve would be willing to provide that.

He was reclined on the bed, nose in a book. His hair was somewhat damp and he was no longer bloody. He looked up as you entered and, seeing the look on your face, immediately put the book to the side. But he didn’t speak. He’d let you do that on your own time.

“Steve…” you didn’t know where to begin. This was ridiculous. You took a deep breath. “I can’t wind down. Fighting is your thing, I’m… I’m more suited for the spy work. You know that. Whenever we fight, you know I get anxious. But it’s not going away this time.”

“Okay,” he replied, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. “What do you need, doll?”

“I need…” your words died in your throat and you bit your lip. And then, in an instant, a levy broke. Fuck it.  “Steve, I need you.”

His brow furrowed, and then he smiled. He thought you wanted to be held, to be comforted. He clearly didn’t realize that that was the farthest thing from your mind. “You know you don’t have to ask about that. C’mere, we can -”

“No.” You drew his attention with just one word. His eyes widened as your blazer hit the ground, and then your pants, leaving you in just a blouse and underwear. “Steve, I need you to fuck me.”

“Y/N…” you could see the conflict in his eyes; the professional in him wanted to say no, but the part of him that wanted you - that loved you - was dying to say yes. You watched him mull it over, watched as he nodded and said, “okay, if you’re sure.”

You felt relief rush through your system. Before you could think about what to do next, you went to the bed and climbed onto it. You moved so you were straddling him and brought him into a deep kiss. His hands found your hips, lips moving against yours.

Yeah, you definitely should have done this sooner.

“Stevie, please,” your voice bordered on a whine as you pulled back just slightly from the kiss. Your hands were cupping his face, fingers digging into his temples. “Ruin me.”

These words stirred something deep within Steve. He let out a growl and you found yourself on your back with him hovering over you. His lips found their way to your neck and he sucked hickies around your jaw and collarbone, clearly marking you no matter what clothes you might wear to attempt to cover them. The thought of it drew a long moan from you, and you felt his hips stutter forward at the sound.

“I love you,” you heard him say, “I’ve loved you for so long.”

You carded your hands through his hair and drew him back up to your lips, reveling in the feeling of your tongues meeting, exploring. The kiss was charged with passion and one monumental realization:

You and Steve Rogers were most certainly not just friends.

His touch was working wonders to calm your nerves. The adrenaline and paranoia was melting away beneath him, but you needed more. You needed to be grounded, tethered to reality; to Steve.

You wrapped your legs around him and rolled your hips up into his, hoping he’d get the message. He rose up on his knees to, quite literally, rip your blouse off; buttons flew everywhere before he threw the fabric over his shoulder. Your eyes widened at his actions. That was, without a doubt, the single hottest thing you’d ever seen.

The next to go were your panties and bra, which shared a similar fate. You pawed at Steve’s shirt until he got the message and threw it off, along with the boxers that you assumed he’d been planning to wear to bed. As his lips returned to your neck and trailed down to your breast, you toyed with the thoughts in your head about how exactly you wanted this to go.

His lips curled perfectly around one of your nipples and you decided to make your request. If his needy actions and quick pace were any indication, you figured he’d be alright with what you needed.

“Steve,” you said, though it came out as more of a moan as he chose that moment to roll your other nipple between his fingers. He hummed in reply, obviously sensing you had something to say. Your words came out as a desperate gasp: “don’t be gentle.”

You felt Steve smirk against you and then he was tugging your nipple between his teeth. Instantly, your back arched and your hands flew to his head, fingers curling in his hair and pulling.

“My girl likes it rough,” he mused, and then he began kissing down your stomach. On occasion, he’d nip at your skin, sending shockwaves down your back and goosebumps down your arm. “I can work with that.”

Before you could really process, his hands found your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You felt his hands trail down your back, path punctuated by a slap to your ass once he had reached it. You cried out and prayed to God the hotel had thick walls; this was going to be a loud night.

Steve’s fingers trailed over your slit, exploring you leisurely, keeping a close eye on your reactions. He watched the way you moaned when he flicked the pad of his thumb over your clit; the way you pushed back against him when just the tip of his finger pressed into your opening. He slapped your ass again and you made a sound that was somewhere between pleasure and frustration.

“Steve, please,” you said, rocking your hips back against him. The noise he made was something feral and deep; you looked over your shoulder to see his eyes absolutely burning with lust. His hand found his cock, hard against his stomach, and gave it a few pumps, obviously seeking to alleviate some tension. Channeling your best porn star moan, you met his eyes and said, “please, fuck me.”

He ran the tip of his cock along your slit, coating himself in your juices. You clenched around nothing, throbbing with even the idea of having him inside of you. As his dick slid inside of you, you let out a harsh moan and focused on relaxing for him. He was big, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

It only took a few seconds after he bottomed out for you to start begging him to move. With that go ahead, Steve set a punishing pace; his hips hit yours so hard and fast that, within minutes, the only sounds in the room were skin on skin and various moans, grunts, and growls.

Steve’s hand found your throat and pulled you flush against his chest. The new angle gave him access to even deeper parts of you and you squeezed your eyes shut, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. This was better than you’d ever thought it would be.

Your release approached quickly. You were chanting his name like a prayer, eyes still shut tight. One of your hands found his, the one that wasn’t holding you up, and this moment of tenderness in an otherwise feral fucking communicated things that you didn’t think words ever could. Steve buried his head in your neck just as you came, the pulsing of your cunt sending him over the edge.

You stayed like that for a minute, one of his hands in yours and the other curled around your neck, moving through the aftershocks together. As you came down from your highs, Steve gently pulled out and turned you so that you laid on your back. He then fell onto his side next to you and pulled you into his arms. You felt far more contented than you had before, your adrenaline rush finally dying down. You felt at peace.

“Thank you,” you murmured, head buried in his chest. When he chuckled, you felt the vibration of it pass through him.

“For what?”

“For calming me down. Sometimes you’re the only one who knows how.” This got no response, though you knew he was smiling that soft, dopey grin. You felt his fingers in your hair after a minute or so, felt him begin humming a soft, unfamiliar tune. And then something he had said in the heat of the moment struck you. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

His fingers stilled and you felt him tense. “I…” you couldn’t tell what he was struggling with, but you knew in your soul that the answer was yes. Maybe it was the work boundary, or your individual traumas, or some other unseen conflict. Still, you knew the answer was yes. It had to be yes.

“Because I love you,” you pulled back so you could look at him, flashing him a small smile. “I think I always have.”

The relief in his face shattered your heart a bit; had he been worried that you wouldn’t feel the same? His next words, however, put your heart back together and then some.

“Yeah, doll. I love you. More than anything.”

[steven-grandpa-rogers]

Hell or High Water

summary:

your boyfriend has been distancing himself lately, and you set out to figure out why

pairing: tony stark x reader

word count: 950

request: here

warnings: angst, tony is insecure/sad/upset, super vague mentions of civil war if you squint, that’s it because for once i’m not writing smut

You knew Tony had been off lately, but you couldn’t quite figure out why. You figured it was just everything compounding; stress from work, from the past, from friends, from the public, and things like that. Whatever it was, his stress was causing him to push you away, and as much as you supported him… that hurt. You wanted, desperately, to be there for him; to help him through his struggles and make him feel good again.

You stared down at your phone with a frown on your face, scrolling through your old conversations with him. Their progression was telling; from interactive, dynamic conversations full of jokes and thought, to your desperate attempts to coax something, anything, from him followed by his dry attempts at responses, to practical radio silence on his end.

Finally, you decided enough was enough. You didn’t know why, but he was hurting. You needed to be there. You needed to try, at least; clearly, giving him his space wasn’t working.

You pulled on a sweater and some shoes and got into your car, driving out to the Avengers Facility. He’d been spending a lot of time there, perhaps too much. You figured the main cause of his problems was this.

As you pulled up to the facility, you sent him a text to let him know you were there. Though he didn’t respond, the gates opened and the doors unlocked. You sighed as you pulled up to the compound; this meant he wanted to see you - this meant that he needed to see you - but had been too afraid to reach out.

The main entrance opened to greet you and there stood your boyfriend, looking haggard and exhausted. His appearance made the pit of concern in your gut worsen, but you put on a smile and a brave face. It was becoming increasingly clear that he wasn’t planning to be strong for himself; you needed to be strong for him, and you were okay with that. You just wished he had asked.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, smiling lovingly at you as he wrapped you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You leaned in to kiss him, chaste but meaningful, and then replied, “I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

He grinned and kissed the tip of your nose, causing you to chuckle and scrunch up your face in the way that he always found adorable. “We have a lot of days to make up for, then.”

Though he was joking, you could hear the sadness in his voice. “Come on,” you said, slipping your hand into his and leading him deeper into the compound. “I want to talk to you.”

“That sounds ominous,” he said, and you flashed him a smile from over your shoulder.

“It’s not bad, I promise.”

Finally, you arrived in the living/commons area and pulled him down onto the couch, settling easily into each other’s arms. You carded your fingers through his hair and reveled in the way his face relaxed at the small action. You were now positive that he needed this more than he let on.

“I just want to know what’s been bothering you.”

His brow furrowed. “What? Nothing’s been bothering me.”

“Tony, please,” your voice was vulnerable, more vulnerable than you might’ve liked. “Don’t lie to me. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but don’t lie.”

Tony sighed, long and heavy, and allowed his head to loll against your neck. You felt him nosing at the skin there, taking in your scent and presence. “It’s everything,” he mumbled against you, confirming your earlier suspicions. “I don’t know what to do with myself, the team is thoroughly fucked, and you…” he trailed off and pulled you closer, like a child desperate for its mother’s comfort. You felt him sniffle against your neck.

Immediately, your concern melted to dread; had you done something wrong? “I what?” Your prompt was gentle, barely above a whisper. “If I did something wrong, please, tell me. I can -”

He moved back, taking in your face. “Oh, love,” he murmured. He leaned in to pepper you with kisses, on your forehead and your temples and finally your lips. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve… you’ve been too good to me. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as lovely as you. And that…” he sighed, frustrated. “I don’t deserve you.”

You let out a sound of disbelief, something between a laugh and a scoff. “Me, lowly Y/N, too good for the great Tony Stark?” Your voice was mostly joking, but there was truth to it. How on earth had he come to think that? “Tony, sweetheart, you deserve the world. And I’m not that, but God, if I could give it to you, I would.”

He shook his head and you reached out to brush away the tear that escaped his eye. “Y/N…”

“No, Tony, listen to me. I love you, I will always love you. You are amazing. You’re a hero. This… this insecurity is another bad guy you have to beat, because it’s a dirty, rotten liar. You deserve everything. Please don’t push me away again, please just talk to me. Please don’t believe whatever voice you’ve got telling you this. It’s not true. Please, for me.”

He sniffled and nodded, and you pulled him back in. Now, his fingers clutched at your clothes and you held him through it, pressing kisses to the top of his head and doing your damndest to be strong. Because if he couldn’t be strong for himself, come hell or high water, you were going to be strong for him.

[steven-grandpa-rogers]

Can you do 3,4,5 with bruce x female reader from the nsfw list?

I sure can, darling! ( NOTE: this will be the last request I fill until I’ve worked through all or most of my current requests )

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Small Update/Apology

Hello all!

So, writer's block and real life hit me like a ton of bricks. I am really trying to get back on track with this blog. However, rather than writing all requests in order I may bounce around depending on what I have motivation for.

I will likely get to all of my requests at some point, but I've decided for the time being to stop fulfilling requests in a specific order and instead focus on the things I have motivation for, simply so that I'm writing SOMETHING and so that this blog isn't completely dead.

I'm sorry if I've let anyone down, I do plan on picking back up on this and hopefully maintaining the muse to do so. For now, requests will be closed so that I can focus on the things I have to do and not have more pile up (I do have one request sitting in the inbox which I will still fulfill, as that was sent ages ago.)

Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope to continue this blog soon 💖

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Would you do 38 & 48 from the nsfw list for bruce or pietro, if you write for them? I never really see a lot for them on tumblr!

I’d love to write something for Bruce! He’s one of my favorite characters and I’m definitely looking forward to writing him!! Thank you love! 💞

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From the most recently reblogged nsfw prompt list, would you consider doing 1, 3, 4, and 8 with pietro or bucky? Thanks!!

Definitely! Thanks for the request lovely! 💕

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Hi! I love your writing!! Could you please do 3, 14, and 34 with Tony Stark? :)

Oh goodness, I just saw this. Of course doll! Thank you for the compliment, I’m glad you enjoy the writing!!

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Can you do #10 and #24 from the nsfw list for Steve please?

Of course doll!! Sorry for the inactivity, I’m back in school now so my life is more hectic. Thank you all for your patience my loves 💖💖💖

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can you do 6, 11, 34, 30 and 57 from the NSFW list with Bucky? also something about metal hand? thanks!

Absolutely! Thank you for the request darling!!

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PSA

Hello lovelies! I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be out of town for the next few days and won't have internet/cell service, so I won't be answering asks/messages or posting anything. I'm hoping to get a lot of writing done so I have a bunch of things for you once I get home, and I won't be closing the askbox or anything so if you need to send something feel free to send it!! I'll be back around next Wednesday. Thank you dolls, stay safe and have a good weekend! 💖💖

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Weekly Reading List #30

Hello there!

I’m sorry, I’m late…again…. Whatever you hear of Germans, I can tell you one thing: we are not always on time! Especially not our trains…

So long story short today, here are all the phenomenal writings I had the pleasure to read the last week and I hope you enjoy them, too.

Have fun!

Avengers

Behind Blue Eyes                                   @itsagentromanoff

Star Spangled Man With A…                 @i-write-to-forget-my-woes

The Avengers getting you feminine products @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Bucky walks in on you masturbating       @sexylibrarian1

Date night with Bucky never even makes it out of the house… @senselesssamii

‘Sir’                                                          @bladebarnes

Transparent Crystalline Solid Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4       @avasparks

Usted                                                       @thecrownedrose

Steve Rogers x James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Yes, Coach?                                            @sad-af1121

Tony Stark

An Interview with Tony Stark (no pairing) @littlemisssyreid

Dare                                                          @steven-grandpa-rogers

Stucky

Can We Keep Her?                        @emilyevanston​

What’s Inside That Counts

Juxtapose

Everything They’re Not

The Perfect Spring Day

Rounding the Bases

Nightmares

Acceptance

tbc

Dutch Courage                               @emilyevanston

The Morning After

Girlfriend Club

Asgardian Mead

The Morning After (reprise)

Real Characters

Chris Evans

Headcanon

Star Trek

Jim Kirk

Imagine Jim Helping You Through a Bad Breakup Part 2 @enterpriseimagines

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

Bones sexting                                          @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Comfortable Kiss                                      @kaitymccoy123

Drabble                                                     @bkwrm523

Five Minute Ficlet                                     @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer…                            @kaitymccoy123

Tipsy Kissing                                            @kaitymccoy123

McKirk

Drabble                                                     @mccoymostly

Honey, I’m good Masterlist (Part 1-11)     @auduna-druitt

‘I am not leaving without you!’                   @mccoymostly @kaitymccoy123

It has to be me                                          @medicatemedrmccoy

‘I’ve got you’                                              @kaitymccoy123

Those Left Behind                                     @imoutofmyvulcanmind

[steven-grandpa-rogers]

Hey, my name is Madeline and I have had blogs before but this is my first one dedicated to the MCU so if you have any imagine requests please send in your requests! I mostly write about Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans but I am pretty open about writing about anyone or any characters in the MCU! Thank you :)

Hello everybody!! Shoutout to @chrxsevxns, an up and coming imagines blog! Go check them out if you get a chance, let’s help our community grow!! Lots of love darlings ❤️❤️❤️

[steven-grandpa-rogers]

Loki fic was so on point pls write more Loki!!

Thank you dearest!! ❤️❤️ I would love to write more Loki, he’s a very very fun character to work with!

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[steven-grandpa-rogers]

Go Astray With Me

summary:

when your best friend seemingly returns from the dead, you find yourself confessing a few things

pairing: loki x reader

word count: 3.1k

request: here

warnings: smut, mild angst, spoilers for thor: the dark world, semi-rough sex, brief mention of hair pulling, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids; don’t listen to me i’m like the bad influencing vodka aunt of this fandom)

You felt sick to your stomach. You were sitting in Loki’s bedroom, anxiously awaiting the return of your best friend. Normally, the room worked wonders to comfort you - the rich draperies and ornate furniture and large windows had calmed your nerves many times over the years. But normally, Loki was there with you.

Today, however, you had stayed back while Thor broke him out of his prison and the two went off to fight. Your muscles were taut and you were light-headed with nerves, knowing that it was entirely possible he wouldn’t return from this. The thought made tears well in your eyes, so you pushed it out of your mind and stared straight ahead at the beautifully crafted mirror hanging over Loki’s wardrobe.

Minutes ticked by, and then minutes turned to hours, and still you heard nothing. After a while, you laid down on the bed and curled up in as small a ball as you could manage, trying to block out your anxieties.

The door opening alerted you to someone’s presence. You shot upright, hoping against hope that it would be Loki arriving home. Your heart plummeted, however, to see one of the Asgardians who guarded the palace. “Thor has returned, miss.”

You nodded and stood, rushing down winding hallways until you reached the throne room. You saw Thor standing before Odin and practically sprinted to him, wrapping him in your arms. You held him close for a minute or so, happy to have him home safe. When you stepped back, expecting to hug Loki next, your stomach tied itself into knots when you saw that he wasn’t there.

You looked at Thor, tears pricking your eyes. “He…” you trailed off, not even sure where to begin, what to ask.

“He sacrificed himself,” Thor said after a minute, his eyes shining with the pain of his loss. You felt your entire world crash down around you in an instant. Thor’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked and you thought that if you tried to speak, yours would sound something similar. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded and stumbled backwards, away from him. Your eyes had gone wide, and all you could think was that that wasn’t possible, that he had to be safe, had to be alive. Biting back tears until you were away from Thor and Odin’s eyes, you turned on heel and fled, running as fast as you could back to Loki’s room. The heavy door slammed shut behind you and you leaned against it, feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

It wasn’t until you slid down to the floor and your brain processed the news that the tears came. Soon enough, you were wracked with sobs, shoulders shaking with the effort of it. You felt like someone had torn your heart out and used it as a punching bag, like your entire universe had been flipped on its head and there was nothing you could do to right it.

You stayed that way for a long while, until you had the strength to move to the bed and curl up with one of the pillows, trying to comfort yourself. He had been imprisoned for so long, however, that it hardly even smelled like him anymore. That thought only made more tears well up in your eyes.

You laid there for as long as you could manage, crying until you had no tears left to give. When you felt restless, you stood up and moved to the window. Asgard, you thought, had no right to be as beautiful as it was. Not without Loki.

“Y/N,” a voice behind you startled you, causing you to turn around. What you saw just about took your feet out from under you.

Loki. He was standing before you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips drawn tight. Your breathing quickened and you shook your head, wondering if this was some sort of sick joke, some hallucination.

“You… you’re dead.” You said after a minute, unable to think of a more eloquent response.

He shook his head. “No, I’m here. I’m sorry I had to lie to you, but this is real.”

“I must be dreaming,” you decided. He couldn’t be in front of you. This couldn’t be real. This was your brain playing tricks on you, trying to assuage the pain or bring you closure. But it couldn’t be real.

Again, he shook his head. “No, Y/N, you’re awake. Come here,” he spread his arms, as if to beckon you for a hug. “Feel me, hold me. Slap me if you have to. But know that I’m real. I’m here, and I’m not leaving you.”

Against your will, you moved forward towards him. You took a hesitant step, and then another, and then you were running full-force into his arms. You threw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You felt him warm and solid beneath you and realized that this was real, this had to be real. The realization caused you to sob with relief, pushing your face farther into his neck.

His hand was stroking through your hair as he circled his other arm around your waist. For a long few minutes, the two of you stood together, swaying gently back and forth. You sniffled against his neck, hands clutching at his clothes. He apologized into your hair and held you close, his embrace strong and comforting.

When you had stopped crying, Loki pulled back slightly, the hand in your hair finding its way to your cheek. He wiped away the tears there and then moved his other hand from your waist to do the same to your other cheek.

You stayed like that for a while, his hands cupping your face and yours moving to grip at his biceps, just looking at each other. You furrowed your brow, lifting your hand up to his cheek. Your heart rate picked up at he leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. In that moment, you felt your feelings for him change on their head. Suddenly, he wasn’t Loki, your best friend; he was Loki, someone you had been in love with for too damn long now.

“I want you,” you blurted out. His eyes snapped open and you were surprised to find that his pupils had blown out. His stare was intense and you dropped your gaze to his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Do you want me?”

The question came out quieter, just above a whisper, but you knew he had heard it by the way his breathing hitched.

Slowly at first, you felt him leaning closer, his fingers digging into your temples just slightly. You tilted your head up to meet him and then you were surging forward, lips meeting heatedly. You skipped any sort of hesitation and went right to a kiss of passion and lust, finally managing to communicate the feelings that had been burning just under the surface for what might have been years.

He backed you towards the bed. As you took small, shuffling steps backward, his hands were working at your clothes until he had you down to your bra and panties. Meanwhile, yours were pushing at his robes and pants. By the time you reached the bed, both of your outfits laid strewn in a trail through the room.

You fell back onto the mattress, bouncing slightly on impact and looking up at Loki. Your lips met again as he climbed onto the bed, one of his hands finding your hip and the other tangling in your hair. This time, his pace was slower, the kiss more languid. He took his time with exploring your mouth and running his hand up and down your side, causing goosebumps to break out over your arms and legs.

You stayed that way for some time before you began to get impatient, pushing forward in attempt to get more. He chuckled against your mouth and pulled back, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. He tilted his head, playing innocent, but his lips had curled into a smirk. “What, pet?”

You practically growled at the nickname, feeling a rush of heat jolt straight to your core. “Loki,” you whined, and you saw his eyelids flutter at the sound of his name in your mouth. “Please, don’t be gentle.”

That did it. If the smirk was lustful before, it was downright predatory now.

Before you had even realized what was happening, Loki turned you and put you on your knees, your weight shifted onto your elbows. You were facing the end of the bed now, towards the mirror on the opposite wall.

Loki’s hands caressed down your back and along your sides. The touch was feather-light and sent chills down your spine. Your head dropped down against the mattress and your fingers fisted in the sheets as his fingertips made their way back up your back. He reached your bra strap and undid it after a brief moment of struggle and a frustrated grunt. Once it was gone, you felt him lean over you so his chest was along your back. You could feel his labored breath on your ear as he settled his weight on his left arm so his right could wrap around your torso to palm at you breast, drawing a soft whimper from you.

You cried out as his fingers found your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His skin against yours was cool, sending chills through your overheated body. You felt him press soft kisses along your shoulders, leaving bite marks and hickeys as he went. The feeling of his hardening cock, still trapped in his boxers but pressing deliciously against your ass through the material, drew a soft gasp out of you. Smirking just slightly, you rolled your hips back against him. The feeling sent shivers of pleasure through your body, but what really did you in was the absolutely animalistic sound Loki let out against your skin. The moan that fell from your lips was wrecked, a distinctive crack to your voice as you felt Loki grinding against you, his hand still working at your nipple.

He hummed in your ear as he worked, pressing kisses to the skin just behind it. He nipped at your earlobe and you moaned low in your throat, pushing your ass more insistently against him. “What do you want, pet?” He murmured, voice gravelly and deep with lust. “Hmmm? Tell me. Beg for me.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut of their own accord. You felt him grin against your skin and you just knew it was that self-satisfied, shit-eating grin he wore when he knew he had the upper hand.

“Well?” He asked, his hips still pushing into yours. “Tell me what you want, love. I’m waiting.”

“Please fuck me!” You gasped out, desperation lacing through your words. You were shaky and over-stimulated, and every touch was like fire against you, even despite the cool temperature of Loki himself. “Please, I need you, I need your cock inside me… fuck...” you tried to say more, but your mind was so addled with lust that you trailed off as you felt him pull back so his weight was on his knees, his hands trailing down your sides as he did so. Your muscles tightened under the touch and you let out a strangled moan as he worked ever-closer to where you needed him most.

His hands found your ass and groped at it harshly, rocking you forward on the bed. The noises you were making were downright sinful as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugged, pulling them down your legs. You lifted your knees slightly so he could tug them all the way off. You whimpered at the feeling of your pussy finally being exposed to the cool air of the room.

Loki grunted at the sight of you, dripping wet and throbbing, practically begging for him. Your head fell against the bed as he swept his finger from your clit to your entrance, pushing in just slightly and drawing a long, loud moan from you. “Oh, pet,” he murmured, and if he hadn’t sounded wrecked before, he absolutely did now. “What did you want from me, again?”

“Loki, please… please, stop teasing me, please fuck me,” was the only response you could muster, but it seemed to be good enough for him; you felt him leave you completely and whined a little at the loss, but he was back in record time running the blunt head of his cock along your cunt. You wiggled your hips back against him, trying to speed up the process, and practically screamed when he lined himself up with your entrance and sunk into you. There was a slight stretch, but you were so turned on that he bottomed out without too much of an issue.

He stayed still for a moment, his loud grunt mixing with your satisfied moan. You ground against his hips slightly, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so full, and felt his hands fly to your sides in a bruising grip. After what felt like an eternity, you felt him pull out slowly, making sure you felt every inch of it until only the head of his dick was inside of you.

His hips held you in place like that until you whimpered out what might have been a complaint, or maybe a plea of some kind - even you weren’t sure anymore - and Loki’s hips slammed back into yours so hard you heard the slap of skin on skin ring throughout the room. You cried out as he began a punishing pace, fucking you hard and fast.

Loki leaned forward so he could press his lips to your neck, one hand coming up to wrap itself tightly in your hair. You cried out as he tugged your head up so you were looking straight ahead. “Watch yourself in the mirror,” he grunted in your ear, and your eyes shifted over to the ornate mirror on the opposite wall.

You let out a choked noise at the sight of yourself - heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, entire body covered in a sheen of sweat, rocking back and forth as Loki pounded into you without restraint.

Your eyes met in the mirror and you held his gaze, watching his face as he fucked you. He didn’t look much better than you did, the same level of arousal and love written across his features. He nipped your ear again, never breaking your gaze. You felt the coil in your belly tightening.

The hand still at your side snaked around you to push against your clit, circling against it urgently. Your eyelids fluttered and a string of profanities fell from your lips, your brain practically numb with all the sensations you were feeling.

“You’re mine,” Loki growled, and the timbre of his voice sent a shudder through your entire body. “And I… fuck, I am yours. So tight for me, pet,” his voice lilted up towards the end, trailing off into a long groan. He was panting heavily through his words as he continued. “Can you cum for me, love? Hmm?”

You nodded fervently, resisting the urge to close your eyes; you wanted to watch him get through every moment of this, watch the pleasure on his face as you neared your peak and he followed right along behind you. You felt his fingers at your clit grow slightly more insistent, circling faster around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sending you careening wildly over the edge.

You cried out loudly as your orgasm overtook you. Your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut tightly of their own accord as intense waves of bliss rolled over you.

Loki worked you through it, his hand still in your hair to hold you up as you went slack with pleasure. He continued working at your clit until you pulled away from him slightly and whined at the overstimulation; then, he pulled his hand away and held your hip, his fingers pressing almost violently into your skin as he worked towards his own release.

It only took him a few more thrusts before he came, his hips snapping against you one last time as he filled you up. You shuddered at the warmth of it, a stark contrast to the coolness of his skin.

You slumped against the mattress as Loki pulled out of you and rolled onto his back beside you, reaching out with his left hand to stroke through your hair. You were laying on your belly, arms crossed to prop up your head, and trying to bring your heart rate back down. You lost track of time laying silently with Loki, feeling like there was nowhere you’d rather be.

After a while, you turned your head to look at him. He was looking back at you with a small, goofy smile plastered on his face. “I am upset with you,” you said, and you watched as that smile turned into a frown. You felt a little pang in your heart as the happiness left his eyes, but you knew you had to discuss the events of the day.

“I know,” he replied, his hand moving down to trace circles over your shoulder blades. “I’m sorry, love. I hated to hurt you like that. I can’t apologize enough.”

“Does Thor know -”

“No.” He cut you off, heaving a sigh. “No one knows. Anything. And I’d like to keep it that way.”

You pressed your lips together, mulling over his words. “You’re not going to do anything stupid, are you?”

At that, he gave you his signature grin. “Now, why I do that?”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. You scooted over on the bed so you could rest your head against his chest, gladly accepting the arm he wrapped around your waist. You drew patterns on his torso with your finger and let the minutes tick by. His heart was pounding in your ear and you felt safe with him, but still, anxieties nagged at you left and right. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed a kiss to his chest, trying to assuage your doubts.

For all of your fears, you were sure that everything between the two of you would be alright in the end, and that was all you needed to know.