#Jarvis; drop my queue

[ravarui]

@ladyxamalthea receives a starter from Shanks (Not Accepting)

"If you're curious about something, then a direct approach might be better than just hiding and watching from afar."

[battcries-included]

" how on earth did you get pasta sauce on the ceiling? "

"The pressure cooker and I had a difference of opinion. My opinion being that it should make sauce, and its being that it should create art."

Tony stuck the end of his thumb in his mouth to clean a bit of sauce, made a face, and reached for a paper towel. "Could use some salt," he muttered.

[cevans-is-classic]

Gettin' Hot (Something Unholy)

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT BELOW 18+ only! Unprotected sex, curse words, Bucky Barnes.

Marvel and Bucky are here

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“What’s going on?” He grinned, a nervous laugh on his lips when you shoved at him. Your strides had a purpose, sweat still on your temples and the lines of your arms, your fingers red from athletic tape. His eyes followed your every move through the apartment — mouth going dry when asked Jarvis to queue The Song™ before you winked at him and disappeared into the bedroom.

“You didn’t answer me!” He shouted, settled into the couch, legs spread then brought back together before deciding to go with casual and comfortable and spreading them out again. It’d been a long day, a longer debrief once they’d gotten back. (Steve was his best friend, but the man went too hard on paperwork considering how impatient he gets when stepping foot in the tower)

You’d been with Nat in the gym for half the day — he’d wanted to come home and wrap you in his arms — he understood. He'd been gone for a week, stuck somewhere humid with Clint complaining in one ear and Steve trying to be in charge in the other. Your routine didn’t change because Bucky got home days earlier than planned.

There was a thunk followed by a mumbled curse. “Be patient it’s a surprise.”

Yeah, you said that too when he asked why you were shoving him into the elevator, making him leave behind a good plate of spaghetti.

“Okay, okay. Jarvis, you mind turning on the television?” He scratched his neck, nerves wringing his stomach, fingers twitching on his thigh.

“They have informed me not to tell you, Sargent Barnes.” Jarvis answered back.

His eyes cast towards the bedroom door, cracked open, light spilling out into the dim room. Should he turn the lights up? No, it’s your surprise. If you’d wanted the lights turned up, Jarvis would have done so already.

“Mind cluing me in some?” He joked.

Jarvis stayed silent this time — the lights dimmed though — a chorus of voices filled the silence of the living room and Bucky jerked in surprise. The bedroom door swung open — one leg coming out first, a black sheer stocking pulled up your leg a red thigh harness holding it into place. Oh, two of them. 

The couch wasn’t as comfortable.

The music started picking up, another voice drawling out lyrics that fell on deaf ears when you slinked into the living room towards him

“Holy fuck-” Bucky stopped breathing.

Your hips moved with the music, hands trailing up and down your body with each roll moving. The grey sweats you’d started in got swapped for something a lot more revealing. Your chest hinted beneath a sheer bra showing off your nipples, red patterns draw his eye up your torso, focusing on the rise and fall of your chest. Bucky moved to stand, reaching out wanting to touch — everywhere. You shook your head, forcing him back down onto the couch to turn around and drop with your legs spread. 

“Doll-” Words died in his throat when he saw your ass wrapped in matching underwear, cheeks curved by the hem the thigh garters snug around your legs. Your thighs jiggled when you bounced on the balls of your feet once, twice, three times before spinning on your knee to face him again.

He forgot how to blink. 

The music kept going, rising and falling with each sinuous move you made towards him. Bucky watched your every move, eyes tracking your chest, your hips, those thighs — you stopped right in front of him to turn back around and lean forwards at the waist, back arched, your ass (God your ass) shaking as you bounced up, down and up again. You backed up with each pop until you could turn around with your left foot, right leg coming to rest your knees on either side of Bucky’s thighs. 

“Like what you see?” You rode his lap, never dropping, your head tossed back, exposing the line of your neck, the swell of your chest, the brush of your ass along Bucky’s cock. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore. 

You gasped when he gripped your left hip his right hand moving up your thigh to squeeze and knead with the roll of your hips. 

“Baby — I can’t explain how much I like what I see.” He moved his fingers up your thighs, shadowing a touch over your heat and then up your belly, causing you to shiver and lose rhythm for a beat. He leaned forward, metal hand moving to the small of your back to balance you, lips aiming to feel the swell of your chest, but you grabbed his hand.

“James.” You let his flesh and blood fingers crawl up your chest, allowing him to roll a nipple beneath the fabric that made you gasp once more, silencing the sound by sucking his fingers into your mouth and dropping your ass into his lap.

Bucky moaned, tossing his head back enough to catch a breath, coming to you and watching you roll over him, your ass grinding down into his cock over and over, tongue laving over his fingers, back arching into his metal hand. He wants to fucking taste you. He needs to fucking be inside you.

“Jesus,” the garters made your thighs spill over, a feral burn burst to life deep inside his stomach, catching his skin on fire. He watched you flex your legs garters straining in a mouth-watering show. Your tongue pushed his fingers out of your mouth, swollen lips parting with a gasp and Bucky started forward with a jerk but you were faster; moving off his lap to turn back around and drop back down, legs spread, hands on your knees to slide down your thighs and push yourself back up, following the curve of your back. You moved onto his lap again, back to chest, bringing his right hand to your chest. His fingers were still wet. He rolled a nipple the best he could as you shimmied in his lap, making his dick ache to fuck into you. 

“Baby, fucking shit-” You grabbed his hand again, sliding it down, down, down into your underwear, moving his fingers along your clit.

“I practiced.” You kept bouncing up and down. How long was this damn song? Wait, did it restart? It was still floating around the room, swelling; pulsing in his ears. 

Bucky rubbed your clit, feeling you twitch each time he brushed over the bundle of nerves. Your head fell back to thunk onto his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate to lick the spot beneath your ear that made you shiver, his thumb circling your clit, his fingers dipping into your heat — you thrust forward, choking on his name. 

“James-” How were you still moving the way you were? Breathing heavy, chest rising and falling faster. He moved his left around your waist tugging you further back your ass grinding down onto his cock back and forth, fucking yourself on his fingers. 

“Yeah?” Bucky loved whispering dirty things into your ear, loved hearing you groan and beg for it — he couldn’t think of a single thing to say besides yes, please, more. You were melting his brain far better than anything Hydra could have done. God damn. 

“Guess what?” He let out a breathy laugh, thrusting up when you flexed your ass against his lap. 

He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. “Doll, I ain’t got a single idea what you want me to guess. You’ve rushed all my blood from my head to my cock, which is aching to be inside you.” 

This time you chucked, “Good.” You shoved at his hand whimpering when his fingers pulled out. 

“Hell no.” He grabbed at you as you shook your head pulling your underwear down in one swift move and climbing into his lap — God damn gym shorts are the greatest invention of humankind — you had his cock out and inside of you before Bucky could curse at the sudden cold air.

“Oh holy fucking, - god damn- fuck!” His whole body tightened, his orgasm rushing forward fast — too quick — it made his head spin and the pain from biting down on his tongue flood a copper taste in his mouth. 

“Yes.” You groaned, rocking yourself back and forth. Was he allowed to thank Hydra for a moment? A small groaning prayer to whatever fucking asshole pumped his body full of bastardized serum — you were hot, wet, the perfect clench around his cock that was still fucking into you with increased vigor. The orgasm seemed to push Bucky even further into the fire.

The orgasm seemed to push Bucky even further into the fire. 

He grabbed you. “Hold on.” His come spilled out when you bounced, making a squelching noise followed by a squeak when he picked you up and dropped you onto the floor to pull your leg up and around his waist.

“Please,” Your hips met his match for match, moving faster, airy cries of more, harder, there, there, there, “James.” You clawed down his back, tugging his shirt, the neck pressing into his throat enough to make it harder to breathe, vision swimming. Hello, kink you new in town? 

Buck kept fucking you, metal hand holding your ass up, holding you close to him. Your legs kept spreading wide and then closing back around his waist. He dropped his head for a kiss, letting his shirt choke him further to lick into your mouth. You groaned one leg coming back up, heel pressing into his back your hands moving from his shoulder to his ass to push him hard, faster, your gaze dropping; watching him move in and out — come and slick coating both of you.

“Baby-” 

You jerked your eyes back up to his before your whole body went tight and you cried his name out loud, heat pulsing around his cock, squeezing him tight. He kept his hold on your hips, kept moving you even as you whimpered beneath him. His balls tightened, thighs burning — he needed to feel you once more hear you scream his fucking name. 

“James.” your head made a cracking noise when you came again. This time Bucky followed, coming harder, deeper inside. His whole being became where he pushed into you. 

When you shoved at him he moved, easing you onto the floor, rolling onto his side and pulling your head up to check where you’d slammed it, “Carpet. I’m fine.” You breathed. 

Bucky nodded, letting himself fall beside you. 

“Question?” He turned his head to look at you. “Where did that come from?” 

You smiled. “Nat and Tony gave me a few ideas. I wanted to see if they worked.” You looked at him, winking when Bucky let out a huff of laughter.

“You gonna give an old man a heart attack, Sweetheart.”

Bucky caught you when you moved back onto his lap and shoved at his shoulders. “That a challenge?”

His cock twitched.

I'm not kidding when I say I wrote this in an hour while having a very curious panic attack that had me convinced if I didn't write and post this that I'll od on antibiotics or something

My paranoia is very peculiar

[godestof3worlds]

I posted 624 times in 2022

That's 451 more posts than 2021!

163 posts created (26%)

461 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/scottxlogan

@/scout1787

@/mcuchallenge

@/kalluraisendgame

@/godestof3worlds

I tagged 527 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#tony stark - 107 posts

#voltron legendary defender - 70 posts

#voltron - 62 posts

#iron man - 62 posts

#kallura - 56 posts

#vld kallura - 51 posts

#vld keith - 42 posts

#truth - 37 posts

#iron man movies - 36 posts

#vld - 33 posts

Longest Tag: 60 characters

#tony stark is the best avengers and you can't change my mind

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Title: I Love You

Prompt: "I love you." from Kallura Valentine Week 2022

Warnings: N/A

@kallura-challenges & @kalluraisendgame

19 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

#4

Domesticity Memes: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark :) (Or if you'd rather another ship with Tony that's okay too!)

big spoon/little spoon: Pepper is the little spoon & Tony is the big spoon. When Tony wakes up from nightmares it's easiest to keep himself calm if Pepper's heartbeat is normal.

favorite non-sexual activity: Eating lunch and just talking about their day or whatever comes up.

who uses all the hot water: Both. It's almost a game to see who makes it to the bathroom first.

most trivial thing they fight over: Who uses the shower first.

who does most of the cleaning: Pepper. Everything has a system and Tony is too afraid to face her wrath if he puts something in the wrong spot.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Pepper. Tony doesn't really care as long the acting is good.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Pepper. She keeps giving Tony a list of things he has to fix.

who steals the blankets: Pepper. Tony doesn't really care since he cuddles with Pepper.

who leaves their stuff around: Tony. He just drops it and forgets about it for a minute and next thing he knows Pepper is getting onto him about it.

who remembers to buy the milk: Pepper. Tony can't be trusted to leave the house without buying 20 million useless things but the milk.

who remembers anniversaries: Both. Pepper just remembers everything and Tony can't wait for an excuse to spoil her.

Who cooks normally?: Pepper cooks breakfast and they take turns with dinners.

How often do they fight?: Once in a while and it's either about Tony not being safe enough or Pepper overworking herself.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Tony makes sure she's safe and comfortable in anyway and Pepper regularly makes JARVIS of FRIDAY give her updates on him.

Nicknames for each other?: Tony uses a bunch of nicknames for her like Pep or whatever comes up and she just uses casual endearments.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Tony because he loves spoiling her but Pepper tries to tips.

What would they get each other for gifts?: Tony would get her simple jewelry or clothes or accessories that she would rock in business meetings and she would get him stuff to decorate his workshop with.

Who kissed who first?: Pepper. She surprised him and kissed while he was looking away.

Who made the first move?: Tony.

Who remembers things?: Both. It's natural for Pepper and Tony would just randomly remember things before anyone figures out that he forgot it.

Who started the relationship?: They both tried starting it on the same night.

Who cusses more?: Pepper without a doubt.

What would they do if the other was hurt?: Pepper would give whoever hurt Tony so much pain that they would wish they were dead. Tony would make sure Pepper is safe and secure before ripping up whoever hurt her.

19 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#3

Title -  Have You Ever Seen Something So Wonderful

Summary - What happens deep below the sea?

Fandom - Voltron Legendary Defender (VLD)

Relationships - Keith/Allura

Prompts - @mfbingo (Love at First Sight) / @fandombingo (Kosmo) / @julybreakbingo [Pre-July Break] (Royalty) / @julybreakbingo (Scared of Thunder) / @taylorswiftbingo ("You'e so gorgeous") / @augustwritingchallenge (Underwater AU) / @kalluraisendgame (Sword & Sorcery and Healing)

Below the cut are the bingo cards themselves.

See the full post

22 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#2

"You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. One thing you can't take away, I am Iron Man."

-Tony Stark/Iron Man

Happy Birthday!!

36 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whumpee - Scott Summers

Febuwhump Day 3 - Blood Loss

Word Count - 935

Warnings - Minor Blood

@febuwhump

36 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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[oftheironman]

      she was an investigative journalist and doubly a really cool person. tony liked lois quite a bit - at least he was impressed by her skills when they were placed on an impromptu team. plus it was always fun to get to a good old-fashioned scooby-doo snooping stake-out. so with all things considered, and with the evidence they had collected, plus the extra evidence others had collected, tony took it upon himself to find her and approach her for another snooping trip. smiling when she spotted him, he offered over a cup of coffee. “i’ve decided you’re my partner-in-snooping, want to dig deeper into this whole crazy mess?” ( @suitedviolet​ )

[starkinventor]

Some days I can't get out of my head That's just the dark side of me Some nights, it's hard for me to fall asleep That's just the dark side of me If you ever ever call my name, name You will find out that we're both the same When the lights go out, I need to know Are you afraid of the dark? I'm not afraid of the dark

[sinsoakedsaints]

miss writing muse has returnedt ! but miss depressions two week stay has left me frazzled so idk what i owe and what i don’t. interact w this in some form and i’ll come to you to get something going ! smoochtuals only cause i’m tryna get on top of tings. 

[ashesincaptivity]

MUN.

[thesecetlesbo]

Long missions

Pairing: Wandanat X reader

Summary: You were sent on a mission which had gotten extended and your girlfriends start to miss you.

Warnings: more fluff :)

Word count: 1K

……………….

Missions sucked, especially when they're a waste of time. Steve sent on a solo mission for a week which you were fine with, your girlfriends weren’t. They wanted to come with you, you had to assure them that you were not only an avenger but a super soldier too.

“Please just stay safe love” Wanda said as she hugged onto the harnesses on your suit. Wanda always hated saying goodbye.

“You know i will” You leant down and kissed her, you towered over Wanda but Nat was only just shorter than you. Wanda let go of you to hold you face in her hands admiring what was hers. She stepped out of the way to let Natasha say goodbye.

“Your strong y/n, don’t doubt it.” Nat said while replacing wandas hands with her own.

“We love you” You nodded and kissed her cheek.

“It’s only one week at max, i will be fine. Just don’t cause too much trouble without me” You said breaking the kiss.

“Agent y/l/n, the jets ready for you” You nodded at the agent. You leant down and gave them both another kiss. Natasha picked up your bag for you. You walked towards the jet and turned to see them holding eachother as the jet started up. Wanda was in Nats arms, you blew them both a kiss before the jets door closed.

Dropped your bag on one of the many jet seats, before going over to the pilot seat and taking over and placing the location into the gps. It was a 13 hour travel, enough time to prepare your weapons and self and still be able to get some rest in. You were woken up by Jarvis voice.

“We are 10 minutes from arrive Mrs y/l/n”

“Okay thank you Jarvis”

Before you knew it the jet was landing and you were ready to go but by the time you got there, the base was empty, just an empty lab. You had called back to Steve to tell him and he told you to do a search of the building just in case. You were annoyed but followed instructions anyway. You walked up and down hallways, checked every place imaginable.

You finished up the mission and jumped onto the jet, you rang Steve telling him you were heading back now.

“Y/n i need you to swing by another possible location too” Steve told you. You sighed.

“Okay, send me the location and i'll check it out.” You replied annoyed that you were being sent on missions back to back.

“Will do, thank you y/n I understand that its frustrating but your one of the only people i can send at the moment,stay safe”

“Of course Rogers” You ended the call before looking over to the location he had sent you. It was at least 2 days of just travelling. You decided to call Nat to tell her.

“Hey sweetheart, how's the mission going?” Nat asked as she picked up the phone.

“Hey hun, is Wands there?”

“Yea she’s sitting next to me, please tell me your okay, or i'll be ripping rogers head off myself!”

“Tasha I’m fine, I've just had to extend my mission now. I should be home in another week.” You heard Wanda's frustration through the call.

“That’s okay love, just stay safe” Wanda said.

“I will, I love you both. Keep care of each other”

“We love you too,” Nat said into the phone before hanging up. You slumped yourself into the chair. You put the jet on autopilot and decided to catch up on some sleep before you landed.

………..

One week later.

You finally relaxed your aching body as you walked towards you and your girlfriend's shared room. You were covered in small cuts and bruises, nothing to major but enough to make you tired as hell. You were yet to see your girlfriends assuming they were off training. You open your shared room and immediately drop the duffel bag you were holding. That was something you 're definitely going to deal with later. You looked up to see both your girlfriends napping surprised you hadn’t woken them up. You looked closer only to see Nat wearing a shield hoodie of yours which was massive on her and Wanda wearing one of your favourite shirts. It was clear they had missed you, you changed out of your suit into some sweats and a hoodie, not bothering to shower. You walked to bed and lifted the blankets to allow yourself to fit.

“Nat stop stealing the blankets.” Wanda whispered.

“I’m not.” Nat mumbled out.

“Well maybe if you didn’t have to hog the blankets I wouldn’t need to” You whisper back to bed finally. Wanda looked around to see you and smiled. You gave her a kiss.

“I miss you” Wanda said as you broke the kiss.

“I can tell”

“Wands stop hogging them. I want a kiss.” Nat butted in. Wanda moved to the side of you so the two girls would share you. Wanda hugged the side of you, putting her head into your neck, wanting you to be as close as possible.

“I’m here Tasha it's okay” You gave her a kiss as she hummed into it. She quickly led her head to your chest. Wanting her y/n back.

“How was your mission love?” Wanda piped up trying not to fall asleep.

“Not too bad, only a couple of bruises, nothing I couldn’t handle” You said resuring your girlfriends.

“That’s good sweetheart.” Nat mumbles back.

Your hands reached towards Natasha head scratching as she fell and your free hand went to wanda's lower back to make her feel secure and just like that they fell asleep as if it was on queue. You sighed feeling yourself melt into the shared bed and drifting asleep.

[perpetually-exhausted-and-tired]

Copy&Paste (Series)

Part 3: The Initiation

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Fem!Reader

Words: 1183

A/N: NSFW. References to alcohol, adult situations. Please let me know your thoughts :) reblogs are appreciated! Please tag me if you use my art! I do not own Marvel etc etc

Part 2

“Well what is it?” You try not to let them hear the quiver in your voice. You pluck at the red hair band on your wrist as Tony talks into his watch before he slowly looks up at you.

“You have to marry everyone in the room.” On queue, Natasha snags the princess hat off your head and replaces it with a bridal veil.

Your jaw drops open and your wings deepen into a bright pink. “What!?”

Steve chuckles at your reaction and walks over to you, patting your head to calm you down. “Jeez, Tony, I swear you say it like that just to get a rise out of our new recruits. Please explain to y/n what exactly that means.”

“Jarvis, did you get the photo?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Photograph of miss y/n acquired, sir.” Tony looks at the picture that pops up on his watch and laughs.

“Sorry, Lady Longlegs, it was just too funny not to capture. Alright! Rules—so what do I mean? You are going to ‘marry’ everyone in this room. After picking the happy couple’s drink of choice, we will duct tape your hands together with the drink, only freeing you both when you finish. Voila! And so you have been married—”

“Wait, so you’re taping both of my and whoever’s hands to a bottle??”

“No, no. Just one of each. It’s like you’re holding hands. Romance, am I right? Anyway, so in order to complete your initiation, you must do this with everyone in the room. If we untape you and the bottle is unfinished, you will pay a small consequence.”

“Which is…?” Tony smirks, and it makes your heart speed up.

“Let’s just say we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

The rest of the Avengers have gathered around and cheer you on, half of them tipsy as hell. Bruce and Clint have mixed and matched their costumes, with Bruce looking utterly ridiculous with a flamingo hat on and his green feather boa now wrapped around his waist like a stylish belt from the ‘80s. You’re honestly excited for the ‘initiation’ and wonder what consequences you might face.

“Alright! Brains before beauty, and seeing as I am both, I will be going first. What’s it gonna be Lady Longlegs?” You purse your lips together at the drinks on the table, deciding on a coke and rum. “Coke and rum? What are we in high school—no offense, Peter.”

“I’m in college now!” Peter yells back.

“Figured the captain would want some rum before this ship sinks. I’m looking for a short marriage, Tony.” Tony rolls his eyes at your shit eating grin, realizing you’re making a jab at him since he’s slightly shorter than you.

Clint messily wraps the duct tape around your hands and everyone cheers as you and Tony “get married.” You make sure to keep the side of the glass you sip on as far away from Tony’s, as to be mindful of Pepper. She was the one who encouraged Tony to take you in and you’d never want to take advantage of her kindness.

“Sheesh, you sure can drink y/n.” Tony rips the tape off your hands as everyone cheers. “Yes, yes, let’s cheer for this divorce of two people, simply not meant for each other. Who’s next!?”

Clint quickly grabs a Moscow Mule and links his fingers with yours. “To y/n!” He announces, about to chug the drink while holding your hand.

“It doesn't work that way, Legolas. You gotta tape your hands together and drink it TOGETHER.” You laugh as Clint barely gets tape around your hands. You take the opportunity to down the drink as he bickers with Tony.

“Wow, Clint! You drank so fast!” You tease as he smiles at the empty cup, unaware of what really happened. He stumbles next to Tony, who is three seconds away from telling Clint the truth.

Steve steps next to you, quickly selecting a small bottle of water. “Wowza, what a gentleman, Cap.” Tony confiscates the tape from Clint and tapes you two together himself.

“Just want you to pace yourself,” Steve smiles. “Last time we did this, it didn’t go too well.” He glances at Peter who’s making sure Clint and Bruce don’t knock over the cake. “Plus, I think you’d like to remember this night.” You tilt your head to ask him a question and he winks, quickly chugging the rest of the water and ripping the duct tape off in one swift motion.

Everyone’s dispersed around the room, so as to not make you feel rushed—however, still keeping an eye out and monitoring for when it’s their turn. Wanda, smiles at you and walks over.

“Y/n, would you like to get married?” She smiles a warm smile at you, picking up some Schnapps. “I think you’d like this one.” You notice how small Wanda is and can’t hold back the giggle that escapes your lips. Wanda looks up after carefully wrapping your hands together. “What is so funny, y/n?”

“I’m sorry it’s just. Please don’t take this the wrong way. You’re just so small and it’s so cute!” You can’t stop giggling, “I could just pick you up.” Fortunately, Wanda isn’t offended and laughs along with you, very well aware of the height difference between you two. Suddenly you both stop laughing, an idea crossing both of your minds.

“What if you pick me up—”

“Bridal style???” “Yesss!”

Unfortunately, you two realize, that’s rather difficult with your hands taped together and a drink on top of that. You both attempt to down your drink, not realizing there was a little left at the bottom when you untape yourselves. As you pick Wanda up, you both are too busy laughing to realize Bucky’s checking your cup.

“Tsk, tsk, y/n. You didn’t finish your drink.” Handing a happy Wanda off to Vision, you turn to Bucky in disbelief.

“What are you talking about,” you giggle. “We finished it all, Sarge.” Your wings start shimmering again.

“Is that so?” Bucky walks towards you, gently holding your chin. His warm, firm hand makes you shiver. “Then open your mouth.”

Your pupils dilate as you look into his eyes. He smirks and licks his lips. “What if I don’t want to?”

As if waiting for you to say that, Bucky leans into you, whispering, almost growling into your ear, “Then I’ll make you.” He quickly kisses and sucks gently on the flesh of your neck right behind your ear, eliciting a small moan from your lips. Bucky takes the opportunity to put the cup to your lips and pour the rest of your drink in. “That liquid you feel in your mouth right now is your unfinished drink. Princess.” Your eyes widen, your cheeks turning a bright red. Bright red because you moaned and thank, GOD, the music was loud enough to cover the sound. And bright red because you realize, that isn’t Bucky.

Suddenly ‘Bucky’ transforms into Loki, who slips a hand around your waist, so as to not let you run away. “Uh-oh,” the God of Mischief announces, “It appears our dear, y/n has an unfinished drink!”

Part 4

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[ravarui]

Starter for @songofnoheart from Shanks In response to this post (Not Accepting)

"So you're really a Skeleton? And here I thought I had already seen everything." A good natured laugh escapes him as he looks up at the musician of the Strawhats. Next to being reunited with Luffy, Shanks had looked forward to finally meet the crew of the little anchor. He had wanted to get to know them, wanted to hear about all the adventures they had gotten into in their time together.

All he had had before were the wanted posters, so he could at least put names to their faces, but everything else? Well, he sure was eager to learn more about them, all of them.

[shipskicksandgiggles]

101 with Avengers found family trope - just everyone in a big cuddle pile (maybe with a bit of IronDad and Ironhusbands) please

oh my god please they’re so cute

prompt: “I love you” (from this list)

Read Against All Odds here on ao3

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As rewarding as being a superhero is with getting to save people day in and day out, the warm down process was always the most satisfying part. 

Tony headed down to his workshop to do emergency repairs to his armor, as well as occasionally Rhodey and Peter’s suits, Sam’s wings, and Nat’s widow-bites, in the event that they got called out again before he could make everything as good as new. Their gear had to be functional before he could relax. 

Once he was finished, he went upstairs and stripped out of his flight suit before hopping in the shower. The hot water washed over him, erasing the dirt, motor oil, and left over blood stains from his skin. After he scrubbed out the grime of the battle, he changed into a pair of soft sweatpants and an MIT t-shirt that was almost definitely Rhodey’s and headed down to the common floor. 

It was post-battle tradition that if you didn’t want to be alone, you could go down to the common floor and be with the others who didn’t want to be alone either. Technically, Tony wouldn’t be alone either way, but Rhodey wasn’t back yet, and today had been particularly rough on them. 

The only thing that really shocked him was that he wasn’t the first person down. Even if he was in the workshop, he typically was able to set up in his usual spot on the couch before everyone else finished with their respective post-mission routines.

“Kid?”

Peter popped his head up over the top of the sofa as he frantically wiped away his tears. “H-hey Mr. Stark.”

“You okay?”

He saw him hesitate for a brief moment before shaking his head no. 

“Hey,” he said softly as he rounded the couch. “It’s okay to be upset. I’m right here, you’re gonna be alright.”

“‘M sorry,” he sniffed. 

“Nothing to be sorry for kiddo. C’mere.” Tony pulled him into a hug, and Peter sank into it with a shudder. He adjusted so they were both sitting, and Peter curled into his side. 

He tucked his head into Tony’s shoulder, so it was hard to hear him when he spoke again. “I’m sorry, I probably interrupted whatever you were doing.”

“First of all, that’s impossible. My family is always my first priority so that means you could never interrupt me. Second, I wasn’t doing anything other than coming down here to watch a movie. I thought I told you that the team sometimes does that after missions.”

“You… did,” Peter said tentatively. “Didn’t know how serious it was.”

“Deadly. We typically watch a Disney movie if you wanna pick this one.”

“Can we watch Big Hero 6?”

“Big Hero 6 it is. JARVIS, queue it please.”

“What are we queuing?” Natasha asked as she walked in. 

“Kid’s choice. Big Hero 6,” Tony answered. 

“Oh nice.” She settled into her seat at the other end of the couch. “I’m just gonna shut my eyes until the others get here, but if you could direct Steve or Clint over to me that’d be great.”

“Sneak attack?”

“Mhmm.”

“Great. One of the blondes, coming right up.”

“Tones?”

Tony looked around. “Sourpatch? We’re over here,” he waved him over. 

Rhodey dropped onto the arm of the couch and smiled down at him. “There any room left for me?”

He glanced down at Peter. “Hold on,” he mouthed. “Hey pumpkin,” he murmured as he ran a hand through Peter’s hair. “Think you can move a little?”

Peter detangled himself from Tony’s arms with a nod, and Tony scooched just enough to make room for Rhodey. He settled underneath his arm and repositioned himself so Peter could go back to sitting the way he had been. 

“Better?” he asked. 

The kid just nodded into his shoulder, and Rhodey pressed a kiss to his temple, so he took that as an affirmative. There was just one thing missing. 

“Clint!” he whisper-yelled when the spy came in. 

His head whipped around to look at them. “What’s up?”

“Sorry, can you grab us some blankets? I don’t really wanna get up.”

“Sure, I’m not sure you can get up,” Clint snickered. 

“Asshole. Maybe grab one for Nat too, I’m worried she’s gonna get cold.”

He draped a blanket over the three of them and shook his head. “You’re such a dad.”

“Someone has to be,” he shrugged. “Thank you.”

“You’re wel-” Clint shouted something unintelligible when Nat grabbed him and flipped him onto the couch. He glared daggers at Tony while Nat settled on his chest. “You set me up.”

“It was you or Steve, Legolas.”

“What was almost me?” Steve appeared as if summoned by the mention of his name

“You were almost Nat’s victim,” Clint said. He seemed less upset about the attack now that she wasn’t moving around. 

“I wouldn’t be terribly upset about that.”

“Then get over here with your super soldier ass,” Nat grumbled. “I’ll cuddle both of you if it kills me.”

“Where do you want me?”

Instead of answering, the second Steve was within arms reach, she dragged him down onto the couch as well. It only took one small groan of discomfort from Clint until she rested against his chest with Steve’s head in her lap. 

A few minutes later, Sam and Bucky walked in together, and Bucky let out a snort when he saw them. “That looks comfortable.”

“It’s extremely comfortable,” Steve said. “Wanna join us?”

He looked at Sam, who shrugged. “If Parker moves his feet, I’ll have room.”

Peter drew his feet up until he was maybe half his size. “Done.”

Sam grinned and sat closest to Peter, tapping on his knee to let him know he could stretch back out and lay partially on Sam’s lap. 

Bucky dropped between him and Steve, and Sam pulled him into his side. Steve kicked him until he tangled their legs together with a roll of his eyes and a barely suppressed smile. 

“There’s no room for Bruce or Thor,” Rhodey noticed. 

“Not coming,” Sam answered. “We ran into Thor and he was on his way to Bruce’s place. He doesn’t want to be around anyone else.”

“Well, more room for us then,” Tony said. “JARVIS, if you please.”

The lights dimmed and the movie started rolling the beginning credits. 

“What are we watching?” Sam stage whispered. 

“Big Hero 6,” Peter answered. “Now shut up so the rest of us can hear.”

“Stark, don’t tell me he bullied you into letting him pick.”

He felt Peter move, and then Sam hissed. “Damn it, kid. Stark-”

“He didn’t have to bully me, it’s his first movie night so I asked him to pick. Now bambino, no kicking or I won’t let you pick movies in the future.”

There was a faint ‘sorry’ as Peter settled back down, and Tony raked a hand through his hair with a smile. 

Natasha laughed. “You ready to be a father, Rhodes?”

Tony paused and tilted his head back so he could see him. Rhodey was looking down at him with an unmistakable glint in his eye. His stomach erupted with butterflies, and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Yeah, I am.”

His mouth dropped open. “Yeah?” 

He nodded. “It’s not like I had much of a choice when you adopt every kid you get attached to, but yeah, of course I want to be a parent with you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, you giant dork.” Despite the awkward angle, he leaned over to kiss him. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Hey, dad?” Peter jutted in. “No offense, but can you please be quiet so the rest of us can watch the movie.”

The look on Rhodey’s face was one that Tony wanted to treasure for the rest of his life. He made a note to pull the shot from JARVIS’s security tapes and frame it. 

After a moment, his brain finally seemed to come back online. “Sorry bud, we’ll stop,” he said as he reached around Tony to ruffle his hair. 

“Thank you,” Peter smiled.  

“Oh god, there’s two of them,” someone muttered. 

A few minutes later, Tony startled. “Wait, you called him dad before me? I feel like I should be offended by that-”

The team dissolved into fits of laughter. Peter almost fell off the couch entirely before Tony dragged him back up to sit between him and Rhodey. 

Peter giggled when Tony poked him in the side, and then shrieked when he found a spot on his ribs that was ticklish. “Papa! Papa, stop!”

He stopped and grinned. “Sure pumpkin.” 

The kid fit easily between the two of them, and Tony pressed a kiss to his forehead before resting his own head on Rhodey’s shoulder. 

Something warm settled in his chest as he listened to the rest of their little group titter on about this, that, and the other thing, and realized that against all odds, this is what his family is supposed to be. 

[battcries-included]

" ah... i see where you went wrong. the recipe uses paprika. this is chilli powder. "

"Tha' would ethplain why i can' feel my thongue" Tony wheezed around an ice cube.

Okay, so making dinner hadnt gone to plan.

"Milk, pleath."

[oftheironman]

      tony observed the other as best as he could - using his dead him’s technologically advanced glasses to track the movements before holding out a cup of coffee as an offer for wally to stop and chat when he got near. “if you have a moment between your busy day of having the zoomies, i wanted to catch up with you with the aftermath of... well, what happened back in penguin’s hot spot.” he inhaled sharply, taking a sip of his own coffee. “tony stark, by the way - i don’t think we really introduced ourselves to each other.” ( @wallacwest​ )

[starkinventor]

When did I become so numb? When did I lose myself? All the words that leave my tongue Feel like they came from someone else I'm paralyzed Where are my feelings? I no longer feel things I know I should I'm paralyzed Where is the real me? I'm lost and it kills me - inside I'm paralyzed

[pepperjackwriting]

Make it All Ok (Tony Stark)

Chapters: [Steve Rogers] [Tony Stark]

Summary: Set before Age of Ultron. After a grueling mission, [Y/N] returns home with the group exhausted and emotionally downtrodden after feeling as if the mission had not only gone bad but their 2 year anniversary was forgotten. However, the special occasion is not so forgotten.

Pairing: Tony Stark X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1333

Group Perspective

The mission had been difficult for everyone sitting in the ‘family room’ of the Stark Tower. They’d returned to this room almost an hour ago after changing out of their uniforms, but nobody had moved from the spot they’d plopped down onto. It just seemed too difficult to get up and move about after all they’d seen. They’d been making small talk, not saying much of substance for a little while now. Stark was loud as ever but everyone could tell he was saying less than he usually does. Steve was leaned back, deep in thought. Banner was uncomfortably looking for the right moment to leave but never finding just the right second, thus continuing the cycle of awkward small talk. Thor was eyeing Mjolnir on the table silently. [Y/N] was first to rise after a long while of sitting in the room.”I’m going to go take a shower and probably just...watch a movie in my room or something.” [Y/N] says, moving towards the elevator. As the doors slid shut, a majority of the eyes moves to Tony Stark.

“Well, Romeo? You better not have forgotten what today is.” Rhodes prods as he eyes Stark both jokingly and sternly. “Remember what I told you, playboy. You break her heart I break your-” Natasha starts, interrupted by Tony just in time. “I think we can all agree we’re better off NOT hearing what you want to say. And geez, do none of you have any faith in me?” he asks, his usual snark returning bit by bit as he talks. “I think I speak for everyone when I say none of us were really expecting you to make it this far with any girl, Tony.” Steve says with a slight shrug. He wasn’t entirely wrong. But this girl was different. Tony gets up and goes to start some coffee. “For the record, I resent that.” he says, pointing at Rogers from across the room.

“I’ve got it all planned, by the way. I was just making you ingrates some coffee before-” Tony says before Jarvis interjects.“Sir, [Y/N] is requesting your presence in their quarters. The request was marked as extremely urgent.” There was a hush that fell over the room, everyone watching to see what Tony would do. “That’s my queue, everyone.” he says, straightening his hair and going to the elevator.

[Y/N] Perspective

The last thing [Y/N] wanted to do this evening was sit around after a disaster of a mission and make small talk with the other Avengers. They adored their company but something about this evening just felt so off. Maybe it was the bruise on their side they’d received dropping out the window onto some rocks.Perhaps it was the fact that despite all their training their boyfriend of two years had to swoop in and save her, blasting the incoming baddies. Or maybe…just maybe...it was the fact that it seemed that beyond a shadow of a doubt their two year anniversary was completely forgotten. Regardless, they took the initiative and stood up. “I’m going to go take a shower and probably just...watch a movie in my room or something.” [Y/N] says, sighing and heading for the elevator. They could have sworn just as the elevator doors were closing the rest of the way that everyone looked at Tony…

The doors opening and [Y/N] walks down the hall a ways to their little home in the tower. It was a cozy little two bedroom style space Tony had set them up with after they’d joined and Tony has seen their living space at the time. They open the door and go in, their surroundings a haze as they walk to the bathroom and go to take a shower. They hoped they’d all go off to their rooms soon. Missions that required everyone always took a toll on everyone’s heart. And it seemed they were no different...They let the hot water clean off the grime of battle, making sure to avoid the bruised spot, and gets out after a while clean and feeling fresh. 

Putting on the [F/C] robe and using a towel to dry their [H/C], and walked out into their bedroom, a massive sprawling sleeping area that was almost too big for them. They were stopped in their tracks by what they saw. Laying on the foot of the bed was a small metal discs, which had to be none other than Tony’s handiwork. On it lays a card with Tony’s handwriting on it. “Give it a shot!” it says simply. [Y/N] picks up the disc, examining it before it beeps loudly three times. [Y/N] yelps and drops it, the disc clattering to the floor. As it settles a light shoots up from it, forming into a hologram of Tony. “Hey, Crashcourse.” he says with a beam and a wink, using the nickname they hate from their first mission as an Avenger. 

“Can you believe it’s been 2 years already? Man, it feels like just yesterday I was saving you from that shed in the middle of nowhere and getting you moved in here and printing off your ID card so you could use the bathroom in the training hall.” [Y/N] rolls their eyes. Typical Tony to not treat an occasion like this with any sort of seriousness. The hologram pulls in a chair and sits on it, his face looking hesitant all of a sudden. “I…” he starts, stopping himself briefly. The great and powerful Stark wavering? “I know things haven’t been perfect here and between us sometimes but...you’re the best thing to fall into my life.” he says, the hologram looking directly into [Y/N]’s eyes. 

“Sure, I’ve got money but...I’ve realized more and more as time’s gone on that I was missing a huge chunk of life that you just can’t fill with cars or suits or action figures. And you...you made me feel alive in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.” he says, a smile more tender than his usual smiles appearing on his face. “You make me glad I survived all that I have, [Y/N].” he says. Hearing their name from his lips sent a shiver up their spine. The hologram flickered off, leaving a cold silence in the room. “Jarvis?” [Y/N] said. “Yes?” he responded quickly. “Get Tony up here now. Don’t take no for an answer.”

There was a gap of maybe 20 minutes before there was a knock at the door. “Come in!’ [Y/N] says, heading towards the door. It slides open, revealing a flashy dressed Tony Stark. He sports a black pinstripe suit with deep crimson tie underneath. He takes a step in, black shoes snapping against the floor. “Did you like it? It worked right?” he asks, confidence being the outward emotion but hints of anxiety were creeping in. The door shuts behind him and [Y/N] reaches out and takes a hold of his sleeve. “You ok? What’s going…?” he starts to say but is interrupted by [Y/N] coming forward and pressing their lips onto his. He is startled at first but soon melts into their arms, one of his hands wrapping up around their back and the other hand resting on their side.

After a long moment, [Y/N] leans back with a small smile. “It takes a lot to take a Stark off guard.” Tony says, mischief playing along the edges of his words. For once in his life, Tony is stunned to silence, his deep brown eyes gazing into [Y/N]’s [E/C] ones. “You...do. You really do keep me on my toes.” he says, a smile breaking on his face. It’s a gentle one, unlike many of his other almost manic ones. “And that’s why I love you.” he says, leaning in for a kiss, eyes closing as their lips meet in the warm silence.