#Protective Avengers

[kitty384]

Caught in the Web

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: You and Peter have been secretly dating for four months—until a shoulder touch during movie night blows your cover and sends the entire team into overprotective chaos. Warnings: Mild panic, light teasing, protective Avengers, mentions of past trauma, fluff, found family, chaotic group dynamics

Look, in our defense… we were really careful.

No PDA. No suspicious sneaking off. No texting where Tony could hack into my phone (which, yes, he does regularly, and yes, I will fight him one day).

Peter and I had been dating for four months. Quietly. Secretly. And honestly? It had been kind of perfect. Sweet, simple, stolen moments behind training rooms and late-night rooftop conversations that made my heart feel like it wasn’t made of leftover Hydra wire.

He makes me laugh.

He makes me feel normal.

And he never treats me like I’m broken.

So yeah… we didn’t want to ruin that by inviting the Avengers’ chaos into our bubble.

But we forgot one very important thing:

Avengers don’t miss things.

Especially not when you’re the quiet kid with trust issues suddenly smiling more than usual.

Oops.

It started falling apart during movie night.

Everyone was there: Clint, hogging the popcorn. Natasha, curled on one side of the couch like a cat. Tony, arguing with Steve about which Fast & Furious movie had the “best thematic depth” (as if that’s what anyone watches those movies for).

I sat on the floor in front of the couch. Peter sat beside me.

Not too close.

Just… a little close.

Okay, fine. Our shoulders touched. Barely.

But apparently, barely was enough.

Because halfway through the movie, Sam leaned over to Bucky and whispered, “Tell me I’m not the only one who sees this.”

“See what?” Bucky mumbled, mouth full of M&Ms.

Sam nodded toward us. “Y/N and Parker.”

Bucky squinted. Paused. “They’ve been sitting like that since last week.”

“You’ve noticed?”

“I’m observant.”

“You’re not. You’re suspicious.”

“Same thing.”

“I can hear you,” I muttered.

Sam smiled. “Oh, good. So you can explain yourself.”

Peter looked like he wanted to phase through the floor.

I opened my mouth to lie—tried to form the words We’re just friends—but Peter panicked before I could.

“Okaywe’redatingpleasedon’tkillme.”

Dead silence.

Even the movie seemed to pause.

Tony blinked. “You’re what now?”

Peter paled. “I—I said we’re dating?”

You could hear a pin drop.

And then—

“You didn’t tell us?” Clint gasped, like I’d betrayed the family name.

“It’s been four months,” Peter added, then immediately winced. “Sorry—should I have not said that?”

“Four months?!” Steve said, actually putting his popcorn down.

Bucky blinked at me, stunned. “You’ve been happy. I thought that was just, like, character development.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You had a boyfriend and didn’t tell me?”

“I—I was going to!”

“When?”

“…Eventually.”

“Unacceptable,” Tony said. “I need to know everything. How did it start? Who made the first move? Has he kissed you? How many times? Has he met your emotional needs? Do I need to fight someone?”

“Tony—”

“I’m not mad,” he added quickly. “I’m just… disappointed. And a little dramatic. But mostly disappointed.”

“You’re being weird,” I said.

“I’m being concerned.”

“Big difference.”

The interrogation lasted an hour.

Peter kept nervously holding my hand under the blanket and squeezing it every time Clint got too nosy or Tony threatened to “run a full background check even though I already know everything about him.”

Eventually, Sam stepped in.

“Alright, alright,” he said, raising his hands. “They’re dating. They’re fine. They’re happy. Maybe let that be enough for now?”

Steve nodded, calm and dad-like. “He treats you well?”

I nodded.

Peter sat up a little straighter. “She’s amazing.”

Bucky grunted. “You hurt her, you disappear.”

Peter nodded so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. “Absolutely. Poof. Gone. Never existed. Turn to dust.”

“…I like this one,” Bucky muttered.

After everyone finally went to bed (except Clint, who spent another fifteen minutes whispering “I knew it!” every time he passed us), Peter and I stayed behind in the kitchen, legs swinging off the counter.

He leaned against me, shoulder to shoulder.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I panicked.”

I smiled. “It was gonna come out eventually.”

“Still. You okay?”

I nodded, then rested my head on his shoulder. “They’re just… overprotective.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But it’s kinda nice, right?”

I smiled.

Yeah.

It really, really was.

Masterlist

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[ironspidersblog]

Alternate universe where Tony didn’t tell the world he’s iron man and it’s the classic fake dating Tony pretends Ironmans his bodyguard/boyfriend and Tony shows up in the tower all beat up and the teams ready to jump their token man in a can bc how he let the one guys he’s supposed to protect get hurt like that and then it goes all protective avengers

Clint: oh my god Tony are you okay???

Natasha: I thought Ironman was supposed to protect you…

Bruce, starting to turn green: he is protecting you, right?

Steve: I’m calling a team meeting

Thor, about to punt that tin can:

Tony: so uh um guys something to tell you

[askatrigenderlgbt]

Marvel Prompt 😷🤕🤒

Welp, my family (including me) caught COVID. Not my mom though(hopefully). So to handle feeling like utter shit, I'ma make a prompt on my favorite characters felling like shit!

Prompt: Ironman and Hawkeye are in a battle with Hydra, being pushed into a corner away from the others. After being knocked out via emps and stun shots, Tony and Clint are kidnapped.

Later they wake up locked in separate cages. They find out there is a third cage. Inside is Loki, looking bad. Ragged breaths and appearing quite ill. Tony and Clint felt fear down their spins. Loki, nor Thor, couldn't get sick from human illness. What Loki was going through must have been Hydra's doing.

Then their cages started to fill with gas. Both men tried to hold their breath, knowing that it was probably the virus that infected Loki. They didn't last long. Each breath they took in was a burning sensation, already becoming harder to breathe at all. Fever, chills, pain in every muscle to a debilitating degree, it hit both Tony and Clint like a train full force.

Tony had it worse, his arc reactor already making it hard to gain air. He was clawing at his throat desperately. Clint was trying to stop coughing, each time failing. He could feel how his throat was already raw and dry.

Loki was curled up in a ball completely focused on himself, but was also trying to move closer to the glass. He was trying to reach Clint and Tony. To at least save them from this messed up fate.

Then a familiar roar echoed the facility, all the way to where the three were hidden. Hope burned within the group that they would potentially make it out of this alive, or at best receive justice.

Soon Natasha breached the room. Quickly scanning around before running to a terminal. She stops the cages gas chambers, quickly typing in something else. The virus gas was vacuumed out of the boxes and replaced with a new relief. Not a cure but more like an epidural. Tony barely escaped blacking out from chocking, sucking in oxygen deeply. Clint is panting, his throat in pain and so dry. And Loki? He was curled up on the floor of his cage, trying to calm down.

It didn't take long for the rest of the avengers to arrive, Thor sprinting towards his brother. The three soon find themselves in quarantine, Nick having sent a medical team to help them. Tony, Clint, and Loki were under monitor in case they had a declining health status.

The avengers waited by their side when they could, assuring them that they weren't going to leave them. They also made it clear that they were definitely in time out and would in fact be babied when they got home.

They didn't mind at all.

[daxisyzz]

Marked What's Mine

Pairings: husband!bucky barnes × wife!reader

Summary: You can hold your own—always have. But that doesn’t stop your husband from going full Winter Soldier mode when he sees someone laid a hand on you.

Warnings: Language, injuries, soft-but-intense husband!Bucky, protective behavior, possessiveness, comfort, fluff, violence mentioned (not graphic), "who did this to you?", lots of banter.

Word count: 1.3k+

A/n: this fic is from my poll where husband au and who did this to u prompt won. I will do the enemies to lovers in my next fic. Thank you for reading <3.

Divider credits: @saradika

Night- 1:47 AM

You turned the front doorknob with all the delicacy of a trained assassin—which, to be fair, you were.

No sound. Good.

You stepped inside, sliding your shoes off silently and tiptoeing like the floorboards might narc on you. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

He’d be asleep. He had to be.

You could get to the bathroom, clean up, hide the worst of it. He didn’t have to know. You didn’t want him to worry, to spiral. Not again.

You made it three steps down the hallway.

Then— “Don’t move.”

Shit.

His voice cut through the silence, low and lethal. It came from the living room.

You closed your eyes. "Hi, honey. I'm home."

A light flipped on.

Bucky stood by the couch, arms crossed, half in shadow. The sight of him—barefoot, hoodie loose over his broad chest, hair tousled from waiting up—would’ve been comforting, if not for the look in his eyes.

His gaze traveled from your face to your arms, your ribs, where blood had started to seep through your shirt.

He didn’t say a word.

You tried to play it off. “Before you say anything, it looks worse than it is—”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Who did this to you?”

You exhaled slowly. “Buck—”

“Don’t. Just…” His jaw clenched. “Stay right there.”

“Bucky, it’s fine. I dodn’t even need stitches—”

“You’re bleeding.” His voice trembled with something dangerous. “You’re limping. You snuck into your own damn house like a thief because you knew I’d lose it if I saw you like this. And guess what? You were right.”

He was in front of you in three long strides.

His hands—warm, shaking—came up to cup your face, careful to avoid the bruises.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” you whispered. “You’d only worry.”

“I worry when you’re five minutes late for lunch. You think this is gonna lessen that?”

“I’m not made of glass—”

“You’re made of everything I live for.”

Your breath caught.

He scanned your injuries with haunted eyes. “Who did this?”

“It’s not important.”

“It is to me.”

You sighed. “I didn’t want you to spiral. Last time you saw me with a busted lip, you threatened to drown a guy in the Hudson.”

“I should’ve.”

“Bucky—”

“Tell me his name.”

You met his eyes. “If I do, you’ll find him.”

He didn’t deny it.

“And if I don’t?” you added.

“I’ll find him anyway.”

You groaned. “You are the most dramatic man I’ve ever met.”

He lifted you into his arms like it was nothing—like you didn’t have two working legs—and carried you down the hall.

“I’m intense,” he corrected. “Not dramatic.”

“You literally brooded in the dark waiting for me to get home.”

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice? Like my wife could come home hurt and I wouldn’t feel it in my chest?”

You let out a weak laugh. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You married me, doll. That’s on you.”

Twenty Minutes Later...

You sat on the bathroom counter while Bucky dabbed antiseptic over the cuts along your ribs, his brows furrowed like each mark physically hurt him more than it hurt you.

He hadn’t stopped touching you.

Even now, his thumb rubbed soft circles into your thigh as he worked.

“Doesn’t even sting,” you said.

“That’s not the point,” he muttered, placing another bandage carefully. “You came home bleeding. You flinched when you took your shirt off. You snuck in.”

“I didn’t want to see your sad little kicked puppy face,” you teased.

He glared. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“No, you’re lucky I love you. You’re high maintenance.”

“Says the woman who took on a six-foot mercenary solo and got cracked in the jaw for it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think I didn’t win?”

He paused. “Wait. You won?”

“Cracked three of his ribs and made him cry.”

He stared.

Then—slowly—he grinned.

“That’s my girl.”

You tried not to bask in it, but you totally basked in it.

Still, he wasn’t done.

As he finished wrapping the final gauze, he stood between your legs and stared at you like you held gravity in your hands.“I breathe for you,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “That’s it. That’s the only reason I get up in the morning.”

Your throat went tight. “Bucky—”

“You come home hurt, and it feels like the world’s off its axis. I can’t think. Can’t function. You’re not fragile, babe. You’re the strongest person I know. But the thought of losing you? I’d lose everything.”

God.

You buried your face in his chest, arms tight around him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Too late. You did. You always do.”

You looked up. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned and kissed your forehead.

Next Day – 2:00 PM

You woke up to an empty bed and a note on the pillow:

Had to step out. Be back soon. Don’t move too much or I’ll find out and carry you around like a baby until you learn your lesson. I love you more than oxygen.

—B <3

You rolled your eyes.

And sighed.

And smiled.

He came back at sunset. Calm. Too calm.

You didn’t even have to ask.

“You found him, didn’t you?”

He dropped his jacket. “Yeah.”

“And?”

“He’s not gonna be walking straight for a while.”

“Bucky…”

“And probably won’t be talking much either.”

You stared at him.

“He’ll live. Probably,” Bucky said with a shrug. “I was nice. For the first ten seconds.”

“Jesus—”

“He laid a hand on you. You really think I wasn’t gonna rearrange his face?”

You huffed, arms crossed, but you were secretly touched. And maybe a little turned on.

“You are so dramatic.”

“No. Dramatic is you sneaking past your literal super soldier husband with blood dripping down your shirt.”

“Fine,” you muttered, walking toward him. “You win.”

He caught you easily, arms pulling you in.

“I always win, doll,” he murmured, kissing your bruised temple. “Especially when it comes to you.”

The Next Morning – 9:07 AM

Sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, painting golden stripes over the bed where you were curled up like a cat. One leg over the sheet. A little sore. A little achy. But warm.

Bucky stirred beside you, his metal arm slung protectively over your waist.

“You awake?” you mumbled.

“Was watching you breathe,” he rasped, voice still sleep-rough. “You twitch your nose when you’re dreaming.”

“You’re creepy.”

“You married me, sweetheart. This is your fault.”

You snorted, rolling to face him, wincing a little. He was already awake, already watching you with that look. Like you were sacred. Untouchable. His.

“You hurting?” he asked immediately, shifting to sit up. “Need painkillers? Water? I can carry you to the bath—”

“Bucky.”

He blinked.

“I’m okay. It’s just a bruise, not a broken limb. Stop hovering.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You’re three seconds from spoon-feeding me cereal.”

“…Is that an option?”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest.

“You’re insufferable.”

He chuckled, warm and smug, tucking you tighter under his chin. You stayed like that for a while. Tangled limbs. Warm sheets. His fingers trailing soft patterns on your back like he couldn’t stand not touching you.

“Don’t do that again,” he whispered finally.

You didn’t pretend to not hear it. “Okay.”

“I know you’re strong. I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to you—I stop breathing. You get that?”

You swallowed hard. “I get it.”

“I love you so much it makes me a little insane.”

“Only a little?”

“I toned it down for your sake.”

You giggled. “You’re cute when you’re crazy.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

You looked up, brushed the hair from his forehead, kissed him slow.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[parkers-gal]

take me home J.B.

pairing: husband!bucky barnes x f!reader

wc: 1.7k

trope: secret wife / secret relationship

warnings: not proof read. rip. i'll edit the mistakes tmr lol. this is another self indulgent piece bye

timeline: idk this is not a canon event but just imagine endgame never happened. i like to imagine him with the metal arm (not the vibranium one) but i think this can be seen with any

summary: the team discovers bucky's relationship with you when bucky searches for you in the hospital after hydra attacks new york

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“we just got the last of them on the east side. does anyone need backup?” natasha’s voice rings through the comms. tony’s response comes within a few seconds.

“air is neutral up here.”

“we’re just about wrapping up here,” steve adds on. “let’s reconvene on fifth and check in with emergency services.” he glances at bucky who stands on his left, stoically waiting for the next command. bucky nods at steve’s silent question, you ready?

they step over a pile of rubble. bucky reloads his gun, placing it back in its holster and starting a light jog as steve leads them away from the scene behind them. hydra had sent many reinforcements after the team had done a recon mission at an abandoned hydra base that was unknowingly more important to them than the avengers had initially realized. new york came to bear the consequences, just as the city always did. something about high populated cities… or whatever steve told the team as they were gearing up a few hours ago.

they turn the next few blocks and see sam land beside wanda and clint, his wings collapsing into his jet-backpack. tony joins them, already starting his updates.

“nypd called in the national guard to detain as many of the human reinforcements as they could,” he fiddles with some tech on his arm. “emt said graybar, seagram, and chanin had some pretty heavy bombings. victims are being relo-”

“chanin?” bucky cuts in. most of his teammates look at him with shocked faces. “did you say the chanin building?”

“yes, tinman.” tony retorts. “victims are being relocated to the closest hospitals in the area.”

“which ones?”

slightly annoyed, tony turns to look at him. “does it matter?”

bucky’s jaw clenches. “yes. it does.”

sam cuts in.“there’s five hospitals within a mile of here, there’s no way you’re going to know where one person went, bucky.”

“i don’t give a fuck.” he’s definitive and it shuts everyone up. “i want to know which hospitals.”

with a sigh, steve concedes and jogs over to the paramedic perched on the end of an ambulance, assisting a woman with a cut on her eyebrow.

bucky decides to make his way over too, only hearing the tail end of the conversation as steve says ‘thank you.’

“well?”

steve sighs again. “he said lagone is the closest, but frank ross hospital and tisch are taking in some too because the influx is so bad.”

bucky doesn’t even reply, jogging off in the direction of the first hospital and leaving steve in the middle of the road, stunned.

clint breaks the silence. “where is he going?”

“to the hospital, i guess?” steve sounds unsure in his response, still watching as bucky gets smaller and smaller as the distance between them increases. 

“maybe we should go with him.” wanda suggests. “we still need to debrief and do our write ups.”

natasha gives her a side eye and wanda laughs. 

“just following orders.” she exaggerates, teasing natasha and steve for their insistence on following the protocols. 

“alright let’s go, then.” tony thrusts upward, sam following him up as everyone else begins to jog in bucky’s direction.

but bucky is fast. they don’t realize how much until they almost lose him two blocks over. they trail behind him as he bursts through the emergency room, charging towards the front desk. 

“do you have a patient named y/n?” he begins to spell out your name letter by letter until the desk attendant interrupts.

“sir, i need you to step into the waiting room unless you need immediate medical care.” the room around them is a flurry of crying people, overwhelmed nurses, and helpless policeman who try to reorganize the growing number of patients. 

“no, i need you to check if you have a patient under the name of y/-”

the team stands by the entrance, watching the interaction unfold but not quite understanding it.

“who is he looking for?”

everyone turns to steve assuming he knows, but his face shows just as much confusion. “i don’t know.”

“please,” bucky starts again. “do you have a patient register for today’s patients?”

with a click of her tongue, she hands bucky a clipboard with several papers on it. bucky’s eyes scan the names, worry etched on his face when he doesn’t see yours. 

“sorry.” he mumbles, leaving the clipboard on the counter and turning around. he stops when he sees the team, but moves past them when he remembers what he’s doing.

anxiety is gnawing at him as he finds his motorcycle parked by the quinjet a few blocks away. he immediately drives off towards the next hospital, worried as ever that something has happened to you. you aren’t answering his calls, not texting him back, and he can’t find your location on the little app you taught him how to use. he doesn’t know what else to do. 

the team can barely keep up, trying their best to help the people around them as they trail after bucky. they still don’t know what he’s doing or who he’s looking for. 

by the third hospital, bucky is fed up and on the verge of a breakdown. he only has so much patience at this point, and sam is all too familiar with the signs.

“do you have a patient under the name y/n?” it’s the third time in the last hour he’s desperately asked a nurse at a front desk. he does the same thing, spelling out your name letter by letter until the nurse interrupts him. 

“you’ll have to wait to check the registry list after all the patients have been attended to.”

“how long is that going to take?” his voice is laced with attitude, and he almost feels bad if not for the pit of anxiety swelling in his stomach. 

“sir, you’re wasting my time.”

“bucky, c’mon, let’s go.” steve reaches to hold bucky’s shoulder, but he shrugs it off.

“no, goddammit!” he’s fuming, turning back to the nurse. “i need you to tell me if you have a patient, y/n barnes. i’m her next of kin.” he slams his fist on the counter. steve takes a step back towards sam, in shock at the information.

“does he have, like, a niece?” sam asks. “did he tell you anything about his sister? maybe she had a family after-”

“yes, i see her name listed here. only immediate family can see her.”

“i am immediate family!”

“sir, unless you are a parent or her husband, you need to wait until all th-”

“i am her husband!” he slams his ring down on the counter, gripping onto it like he depends on it, because he can’t risk losing you. “take me to see me wife right now.”

with a nod, she leads bucky down a hallway of rooms, turning left into the very first room. she makes her way back towards the front desk where steve has now approached.

“hi, ma’am. would you mind if-” steve gestures towards the room. the nurse’s jaw drops at seeing the vibranium shield, clint’s bow, and tony stark standing there with a partially deconstructed nano-tech suit. 

“go right ahead.” she stutters out, watching the avengers trail after the man with the metal arm. they stop in the doorway, huddled as they watch.

“y/n?” bucky steps towards the hospital bed.

you aren’t even laying in it. you’re sitting on the edge of it staring out a window, back facing the door. at the sound of his voice, you whip around. tear streaks stain your face.

“bucky, oh my god-” you run into his chest, engulfing him in a hug. he sighs into your hair, smelling you and breathing in relief at the sight.

“you’re okay, it’s okay.” he coos, rubbing your back. “what happened? are you hurt?”

you shake your head, still nuzzled into his chest. you peer up at him, “paramedics found me unconscious. it’s just a concussion, but they brought me in anyways. i just have a couple stitches.” you gesture to your calf. “rough fall after i got knocked out, i guess.”

he nods, pulling you in for a kiss. it’s desperate and full of love and every emotion he’d felt in the last two hours.

“i thought- i thou-”

“no.” you cut him off. “i tried to find a phone but nothing was going through. i saw the weird alien dogs coming from a giant truck, and- and the hydra symbol was plastered all along the sides i thought maybe they-” you can’t even finish your sentence, too overwhelmed at the possibility. 

“never.” he kisses your forehead, holding your face in both his hands. “they could never take me from you.”

you rest your forehead against his, inhaling the scent of your husband and gripping onto him because you never want to leave him again. 

“so..” tony cuts in. “wife?”

“tony!” natasha scolds. “get back here!”

clint tries his best not to laugh but he can barely hold it in.

sam is next to join in. “when did this happen?” he looks at steve with a quirked brow. “did you know?”

“i swear i didn’t.”

“a wife.” sam repeats. “you didn’t know your best friend has a wife.”

“he’s a trained spy!”

“and a former soviet asset.” clint confers. “you’d think you would keep more tabs on the guy.”

steve rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to bucky.

“is she really your wife?”

bucky nods reluctantly, a little sheepish as you hold up your left hand to show them your rings. 

“for four years now.”

“FOUR YEARS????” 

“sam-” 

“and you NEVER SAID ANYTHING?”

“guys” nat pays no mind to sam’s ramblings. “i think we can all agree how hard it is to live life as an avenger. it’s not like clint was exactly honest about his family, either.”

“i thought you were on my side!” he huffs.

“whatever.” sam pouts. “i wish i could’ve gone to the wedding.”

“we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” bucky smiles appreciatively at steve, who starts moving back towards the exit. “maybe we can talk about this when everything settles down and she gets out of the hospital.” steve looks at you, really looks at you, for the first time. deep down, he’s glad his best friend found the one thing he’s wanted his whole life. “right bucky?”

bucky nods. 

“okay,” steve smiles understandingly. “debrief is tomorrow at noon. don’t be late.”

bucky turns back to you as the team leaves your hospital room. 

“i guess the secrets out.”

bucky nods in agreement. “i’m really glad you’re okay.”

you kiss him again, “take me home, bucky.”

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bucky masterlist

part two?

[mischievous-thunder]

Biting IS the universal love language for the Honey Badgers

[stxar-pvnk]

I generally want Peter to one day be on a mission with the other avengers,

He's met them, just an awkward introduction.

Anyways it's a hydra base takeover gone wrong.

They shoot down tony, he's struggling to breathe and all he can see and watch his mentee just go fucking crazy.

Tony's on the verge of death and he just hears

"instant kill mode. Karen mute."

In such a voice that even Natasha freezes up watching the 15 year old kid that they have watched eagerly eat pancakes and blabber on about science terms they can hardly understand. But a hit to tonys heart, near his arc reactor and the boy is feral

Terrifying.

You think the winter soldier compares to Peter?

No. The winter soldier handles with precision. Needed killing.

Peter? No. He goes for the kill willingly. Like a red widow spider Peter's handling with aggression.

Blood, cries and everything going everywhere, the instant kill mode falls away and Peters still punching his way through,

His mask torn through, shot in the leg and arm and he's kicking through the doors smashing agents heads in the walls.

[bietrofastimoff23]

Everyone’s talking about how Bob turned John’s shield into a taco, but nobody’s mentioning that he also melted John’s beloved gun. My man is left defenseless and unarmed.

John insists to Bob that everything’s fine, that he’s not angry or sad. But, every now and then, Bob catches those looks.

[incorrectcompoundnotes]

Happy: Peter-

Tony: Oh god. Where is he? Never mind, JARVIS has his location. Tell him I’m on my way.

Happy: …Sir, he left his homework in your lab.

[leilanioncld9]

Steve protecting her with his shield

Her trusting him to be there

Their unspoken communication in battle is second to none.

Natasha being there for him

Steve being there for her

A relationship built on trust and loyalty.

[ros3mari3]

Stolen Light

Bucky x hurt! reader

The hum of the fluorescent lights overhead was the only sound in the otherwise silent lab. You leaned over the workbench, brows furrowed in concentration as your fingers traced the strange etchings on the alien weapon’s surface. Tony had asked for your expertise, but even you weren’t sure what you were dealing with yet. The metal pulsed faintly beneath your touch, as if it were alive.

You exhaled, rubbing at your tired eyes. It was well past midnight, and you knew Bucky would be worried. He always was when you worked late. You smiled at the thought—your grumpy soldier turned soft for you. He was the only one who could pull you away from your work with just a look, the only one who could convince you to rest.

Just as you reached for your communicator to send him a quick message, the lights flickered. A deep, guttural growl echoed through the lab, freezing you in place. The air turned thick, heavy with the presence of something unnatural.

Slowly, you turned.

A towering figure loomed in the doorway, eyes glowing a sickly yellow. The weapon vibrated violently beneath your hand, reacting to its true owner.

“Oh, shit.”

Before you could move, the alien lunged.

The compound shook with the force of the blast.

Bucky was in the common room with Steve and Sam when the alarms blared, a cold dread seizing his chest. He didn’t need to be told where the explosion had come from—he already knew.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, already sprinting toward the lab.

The sight that greeted him made his stomach drop.

Shattered glass, overturned tables, and a gaping hole in the lab’s reinforced walls. But the worst part—the part that made his blood run ice cold—was the pool of blood staining the floor.

“No,” he whispered, voice strangled.

His hands shook as he crouched down, fingers brushing over the still-warm blood. Your blood. His vision blurred, heart hammering wildly in his chest.

Steve’s voice was distant, muffled, as he barked out orders. Sam was already scanning the security footage, but Bucky couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

She’s gone. They took her.

He’d let himself love you. Let himself believe he could have something good. And now—now he might have lost you.

The alien’s ship was located two hours later. It wasn’t soon enough.

Bucky had barely let the Quinjet land before he was leaping out, sprinting toward the structure where the signal led. The others barely kept up, but he didn’t care. He had to get to you.

They found you strapped to a metal slab, restraints biting into your wrists. Blood coated your torn shirt, fresh wounds marring your skin. You were barely conscious, eyes fluttering weakly as the alien loomed over you, preparing to strike again.

Bucky saw red.

The alien barely had time to react before Bucky was on him, metal fist colliding with bone with a sickening crunch. He didn’t stop—not when the creature roared in pain, not when Steve yelled for him to stand down.

It was only when he felt your weak fingers brush his own that he froze. Steve must have freed her when he had the chance.

“B-Bucky?” your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. You were hunched over, on your knees.

His heart clenched painfully at how broken you sounded. He turned to you immediately, cradling your face with shaking hands. “I’m here, doll. I got you.”

You tried to smile, but it quickly turned into a wince. “Took you… long enough.”

Bucky let out a strangled laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. “You scared the hell outta me.”

Your fingers curled weakly around his wrist. “Didn’t mean to.”

His throat tightened. “You're never working on one of Tony's projects again. Ever.”

You hummed softly, eyes slipping shut. Bucky panicked, shaking you lightly. “Hey, no, stay with me. You hear me? We’re going home.”

He quickly scooped you up, letting your head rest on his shoulder. Bucky's heart ached at the sight, and he subconsciously pulled you closer to him, vowing to never let you out of his sight.

Back at the compound, it was hours before you woke up. Bucky never left your side, metal fingers intertwined with yours as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest. Steve had tried to lighten to mood by joking that Bucky was far too overprotective, that he was too much like a lost puppy; but he quickly realised that Bucky was not paying attention, and he left.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, he exhaled deeply, relief washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Hey,” you croaked, voice still weak.

Bucky leaned in, brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Hey yourself.”

“You look like hell,” you teased weakly.

Bucky huffed a laugh, but his eyes were still clouded with worry. “You almost died.”

You squeezed his hand, offering a tired smile. “But I didn’t.”

His jaw clenched, emotions warring in his gaze. “I can’t lose you,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t lose the only person I know I can trust, I know I can love.”

You tugged on his hand until he hesitantly leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. You sighed, reveling in the familiar warmth of him.

“You won’t,” you promised. “I’m right here.”

Bucky swallowed hard, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Yeah,” he murmured. “And I’m never letting you go.”

[darthbloodorange]

Tsum-thing of a Revelation

Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel 616 + Marvel Tsum Tsums Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Other Avengers Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content Major Tags: Fluff, Humour, Secret Relationship, Protective Avengers, Animal Lover Clint Barton, Implied Top Tony Stark, Implied Bottom Steve Rogers, Time Skips, POV Clint Barton Word Count: 600

Summery: Clint finds some Tsums in a dumpster and takes them back to the mansion.

For the: ✦ CapIM Holiday Exchange 2024 Community Gift Prompt: tsum stony but the Tsum's are cold outside homeless, some one finds them and takes them in, hijinks and found family.

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Clint notices them as he's climbing out of a dumpster. They're all curled up in the corner, shaking, looking at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Yeah, he'd be terrified too if some giant creature fell from the sky into his home.

Stark probably has a 'no-creatures-in-the-mansion' rule... but they're so small. Surely, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

He grabs a cereal box that wasn't totally destroyed and gently nudges them into it.

By the time Clint reaches the mansion, the little creatures have already warmed to him. Pressing up against his hand when he reaches them. Chirping a soft almost musical trill.

He's sure they'll win everyone over in no time.

It takes no time at all to set up a makeshift enclosure for them.

Stark and Cap are currently away, which Clint is thankful for. No doubt they would have argued against Clint keeping them.

As it were, Clint's managed to get nearly everyone attached to them by dinner time.

If Stark has a problem with it, it's going to be a difficult battle. Clint has numbers on his side.

The creatures are becoming colorful. Everyone's excited to see what they'll look like when they finish. They've taken to calling them 'Tsums' after some of the noises they make.

Cap and Stark return, but Stark has a meeting he has to attend in another city. It's rare you don't find them together.

Clint takes the opportunity he's been offered.

"Vision thinks they're aliens, but we don't actually know what they are," Clint says. "I hardly think they pose any threat at all, but where else would be the safest place to keep them but here?"

Cap looks at the Tsums, considering Clint's words.

A little blue one patters over to Cap's fingers and plonks down. Leaning against his hand, clearly begging for pats.

Clint can see the moment he wins in Cap's eyes.

He knows Cap's also an animal lover and that's clearly worked to his advantage.

"You have a point," Cap says gazing down at the little blue bean with warm affection.

With Cap on his side, Stark will be easier to fold. Everyone knows he hates saying no to Cap.

The Tsums look like them now! Tiny, absolutely adorable itty-bitty versions of them.

Cleaver little mimics.

Everyone's smitten.

Stark's due to return late tonight.

Clint will win him over. He's sure of it.

Stark returns later than Clint expected. And apparently goes straight to bed.

He's a little disappointed but he understands. Traveling all the time sucks.

It's probably too late to see the Tsums one last time before bed. They're probably all asleep and he'd feel cruel waking them.

Clint heads to bed too. He'll talk to Stark in the morning.

Clint corners Stark before he finishes his morning coffee. Other Avengers also come to lend support, including Cap.

With a tired sigh, Tony follows Clint and the others to the Tsums.

Clint picks up the little Captain Marvel and puts it in Stark's and begins talking.

The others chime in, adding to Clint's argument.

He only gets halfway through making his case when everyone gasps.

Confused, Clint turns, seeing what has shocked everyone.

"Ohhhhhkay that's... uh... interesting," Clint says.

"I'm not the only one seeing this?" Someone asks.

"When did they learn to do that?" another asks.

The Iron Man Tsum was fucking the Captain America one. Enthusiastically.

Stark has disappeared without a sound or trace. Cap was hiding his bright red face in his hands, mumbling something to himself.

Everything falls into place.

"Well, that certainly explains some things," Clint says.

THE END

Tony didn't go to bed as soon as he returned… He had to be welcomed home by Steve first.

[kayit-z]

You better find that letter and do something, Felipe minecraft

[firelilyfox]

I will always rescue you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avengers female reader

Summary: While being in a fight, Bucky looses sight of his girl. When he finds her being hurt he won't hold back to save her.

Warnings: sfw. mentions of trauma. death (not Bucky or reader). killing. physical pain (reader). established relationship. kissing. anxiety. hurt/comfort.

Wordcount: 1,3k

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The gun felt heavy in his hand. 

Bucky sweared that he would only use it to scare the enemy and won’t pull the trigger to kill someone. Just incapacitate them. He was done with taking lives but he was still a fighter for a good cause. Him and the Avengers were on a mission to rescue citizens from a terrorist attack in the city. And everything went just like planned.

Until he lost his girl in the crowd. 

She weren’t supposed to be there. She was supposed to be with the Maximoff Siblings. But when Bucky turned to look for them, he could only see Wanda and Pietro helping to get the people off the road and to safety. 

„Where is she?“, Bucky barked at them. 

Pietro looked up in confusion. His brows jerked upward when he realizes who he meant. „I don’t know, man. She was right behind us. Over there on the market place.“ He pointed his finger at a destroyed pavilion. 

Wanda slapped his hand down. „No she was already on her way to Barton. He helped a family out of a collapsed building.“ 

„And where is Barton now? Why haven’t they returned yet?“ He tried not to sound too anxious. Bucky knew you were capable of protecting yourself if things get rough, but he still needed to see for himself that you were safe. 

His chest tightens when Wanda shrugs. „Don’t know. But we can help find her.“ 

He was annoyed by himself that he was mad at them for loosing his girl out of their sight. At the end it was their job to protect the innocent citizens and not babysitting her, but still … he was mad. 

Bucky nodded and turned on his heel to jogg over to the market place, wich wasn’t more than ruins by now. Bullets lying around, stone walls broken into pieces and blood splattered on the ground. He wanted to throw up … what if … what if this blood came from her? 

„Barnes!“ The voice came from Natasha through his earpiece. „I heard your looking for someone.“ 

He held his breath, pressing the button on the earpiece to talk back. „Tell me where she is. Is she safe?“ 

Cracking sounds made it through the connection. „Not really. I’d see her getting dragged into a basement near the fountain. Have lost sight of her just now but …“ Natasha paused. 

„What is it? I swear to god if you won’t start talking …“ 

„There were three man. And they are heavily armed, Bucky. I think they want to use her as bait.“ 

„Send me the location. Now. And stay the hell back.“ Bucky put his gun into his belt, rotating his bionic shoulder. „This just got personal.“ 

They weren’t far from him. Just about two blocks on the north. Bucky made his way there, sneaking through the narrow side streets to avoid getting caught by the enemy. His training over the years made him hyper focused and perfectly prepared for any dangerous situation. Bucky can deal with any threat that came up. 

But he wasn’t trained to deal with the storm of uncontrollable emotions, that washed over him like a tidal wave the moment he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor. 

And she was crying. 

Bucky was hiding in the shadows, scanning the room for the men and their weapons. Two of them pointing guns on her and smirking in sick pleasure. His blood began to boil. He wanted to rip them into pieces. The third guy crouched down beside her. 

„You know these fun little gadgets, don’t you?“ He pointed at her temples and Bucky narrowed his eyes to see what he means. 

Two little metallic plates.

"This will hurt like hell sweetheart. Even on an Avenger. After all we got one without superpowers. Just another meaningless Widow, hm?"

He gave a sign and the guy on his left operated a remote. The plates began buzzing and she screamed like a feral animal in terrible pain. 

And Bucky snapped. 

He throws two knifes with an outer worldly accuracy. The blades cutting through the armor of the soldiers and came to a sudden stop when they stuck deep in their throats. Leaving them drop to the ground while gurgling on their own blood. 

Bucky stepped out of the shadowed corner and grabbed the third man by the neck. He yanked him away from her and slamming him head first against the ground. The plates on his bionic arm shifting, building an immense pressure on his grip. Bucky could hear the face of the soldier break as soon as it made contact with the concrete beneath his feet. 

With a quick twist he broke the mans neck. 

Bucky looked up to see his girl still cramping in pain. Her whole body shivering and twitching. He found the remote laying on the ground and crushing it with feet. 

A cry of relief escaped her mouth. „Bucky!“ 

He tugged her into his arms. Holding her until the electric shivering stopped to torture her body. Bucky knew this kind of feeling. Electric impulses rushing through the veins, a painful heat building up inside the bones. Making it hard to breath. Years and years of torture but nothing felt as worse, as seeing her suffering this pain now. She felt so breakable in his arms that he got terrified all over again, even if the threat was gone. 

„I-I’m so-so sorry!“, she cried. Her shaky hands wandering up his shoulders and wrap around his neck tightly. Searching for safety. Holding on to him just as he does to her. „I’m sorry, Bucky.“ 

He leaned his head back, but didn’t let go of her. „What are you talking about?“ He mumbled. His voice sounded strained and his vision blurred with tears. 

Her face was contorted in pain. Bucky swear he could hear his heart break seeing her like this. But when she spoke his whole world fell apart. 

„I wasn’t careful. I’m sorry!“ She sobbed with eyes haunted by fear. „I should’ve been more carful… I-I..“  

„Stop.“ 

„But it’s my fault. I should’ve fight back.“ She tried to get away from him but Bucky kept on holding her close.

„Love, stop.“ He insisted. But she couldn’t hear him. 

„It’s my fault you had to kill them!“ She was hyperventilating and her voice got strangled with her tears. 

So Bucky did the only thing that came to his mind to shut her up. He pressed his lips on hers. Rough and a little impatient. Maybe Bucky needed this more than her. He wanted to show his own nervous system that she was here. She was alive and well. And she was talking absolute nonsense. 

When he ended the kiss, she looked at him surprised. Skin pale as a ghost and lips parted in shock. „Aren’t you mad?“ She asked. „You can be mad… You should be m-…“ 

„God, doll. Please shut up“, he chuckled with a teary smile. „I’m not mad.“ 

„But why?“ She reached out to cup his face with her palms and Bucky leaned into her touch, closing his eyes to remember this feeling. „You said you never wanted to kill someone. And today you were forced to do it anyway.“ 

He wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Was she really that clueless? How could she be? Bucky would burn the world down to save this girl. Including killing some really bad guys. He would rather die than let anything ever happen to her again. 

„I don’t want to be the Winter Soldier again. He killed innocent people. And he wasn’t in control.“ His jaw tightened as glimpses of memories crossed his mind. „I want to be Bucky Barnes. And I want to be in control to protect the ones I love.“ 

He kissed her again. Soft and reassuring. „Especially the girl I love most.“ 

A shy smile pulled on the corners of her lips. „I love you too, Buck. With all my heart.“ 

Cracking sounds. „I hate to interrupt your foreplay guys but we need to get out of here before the press arrives, or our faces will be on the news again.“ Natasha insisted through Buckys earpiece. „And tell her that I’m happy she is still alive, Barnes.“ 

Bucky grinned and looked down on his whole world. „We should get out of here.“ 

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[leihaddock]

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

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

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

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

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

little Stevie grows up around a very diverse group of people

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

they run from cops more than once

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky falls

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

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

Steve puts the plane down

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

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

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

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

because those people, too, were his family

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

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

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

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

and the rest is history

[huffelpuff210]

Thor x Shifter reader

Thor x Shifter reader

summery: You were on a solo mission when you came into contact with an unknown pollen

Warnings: Non con?? dub con, sex pollen, 18+

 it was known to the entire team that you were a hard person to read, given your past no one blamed you, but it was also known that you had a soft spot for Thor not just you but the animals inside of you, Thor was the only person that could stop you from your animalistic rage spirals, 

Especially when it came to HYDRA, they tortured you since you were five, Bucky knew you. You were so scared begged for your life since they executed your family in front of you, You had a blood lust for HYDRA 

But when the team learned that Fury sent you on a solo mission to a abandoned HYDRA facility everyone jumped down his throat, 

“She was the only one who wasn’t on a mission.” Was his only response 

but when you got back, you handed fury the files you found and stormed to your room not because you were pissed no you came to an unknown substance when you opened the door to one of the labs there was a beautiful flower, with dark purple and red leaves just as you approached the flower a dust was flowing out of the flower causing you to cough, and since your DNA was spliced with animals you were in a panic, 

as you flew back to the tower you were overly hot, sweat falling from your forehead, you could feel your heart racing, 

as soon as you got back you practically sprinted to your room, you turned on the cold shower but you felt like you were burning from the inside out you striped your wet clothes 

“Friday don’t let anyone in this room!” You growled 

“Of course miss.” The AI says 

You lay in the middle of the bed, rubbing your legs together, you didn’t understand what the hell was happening, 

Thor just got back from his planet, when he entered the tower, 

“I’m back from-” Thor began but when he seen the look on everyone’s face he knew something was wrong, 

“What’s wrong?” He asked 

“Well Y/N hasn’t come out of her room since her mission yesterday.” Tony says 

“And won’t let anyone in her room.” Steve says 

Thor was speechless and made his way to her room, 

Thor knocked loudly on her door, 

“Y/N! It is Thor!” He said loudly 

“Go away.” She gritted 

Thor was confused because you and him were close, he was the only one who could calm you down and strong enough to be able to hold you down if it came to it, 

“Y/N let me in or I will knock the door down myself!” He yelled 

“You don’t understand something is wrong!” You yelled 

This made Thor panic 

“Open the door now!”Thor yelled 

Suddenly the door opened and Thor entered you were laying on your bed naked, this wasn’t the first time Thor had seen you this way when you shift you tear your clothes and he normally covers you with a blanket or anything that he can find, 

He sees the sheen of sweat covering your body, Thor sets his hammer down after he closes the door, 

He kneels in front of you, 

“What’s happened?” He asked worried, his hand cups your cheek as soon as his hand makes contact with your skin it was like electricity ran through your insides, you bit your lip stopping yourself from moaning, 

Thor could see you were battling with something, 

“I’ll get Bruce!” He says standing up 

You quickly grab his wrist shaking your head no, 

“No.” You grit out, 

“But your running a fever?” He says 

“It’s from HYDRA..” You grit out 

He arched his brow, 

You explained the plant and what happened, and how this happened as soon as the plant spilled the pollen on you, 

Thor stands up quickly, 

“That plant… is from my planet…” He said hesitantly 

“How-- how do you make it stop…” You grit

Thor slowly takes off his shirt….

You back up on the bed,, 

“T-Thor what are you—” You began

“The only way to make it stop.” He began taking off his boots, his gear his pants and boxers revealing his large member 

“Is to mate.” He says crawling on the bed to you, 

“Thor I can’t-” You began 

“Do not worry love I will make it better.” He says as soon as his lips met yours all reasoning left your mind, 

his hands skimming up your sides, you groan in his mouth as his hands keep skimming over your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake, 

His lips make their way down your neck, leaving you to groan as he leaves a mark on your neck, 

“Thor.” You groan

“Mmm, I love the way you say my name that way…” He groans as his lips attach to your breast making you arch your back, 

You let out a moan you could feel your body heat sky rocketing, 

“If I do not do this you would surly die from high fever..” He says as if he was reading your mind or he could feel your body getting hotter

His lips leaving marks on your body as they make their way down His lips on your inner thigh, you instinctivly try to close your legs he easily opens them with his hands, 

“Don’t be shy love I will make you feel good.” He groans 

His lips made contact with your wet channel as soon as his tongue makes its way in your channel you let out a loud moan as your head flew back and you arch your back, your hand finding his hair, you felt as if you were on fire, as If you were going to burn alive from the inside out, 

“Thor..” You moaned 

He hummed making vibrations run though you, 

you felt a pressure forming you were trying to hold out you didn’t want this pleasure to end but it was too much, and you let out a loud moan as you came, 

Thor looked up at you from between your legs, his blue eyes full of lust his pupils fully blown, 

he crawled up to you slowly almost predatory and you knew predatory you were a animal shifter, 

His lips connecting with yours you could taste yourself on his lips, the kiss was passionate your hands wrap around his biceps, 

“Don’t worry love I will make it go away.” He says 

He slowly enters you and you let out a loud moan, he was so large, so thick, it felt like he was never ending, as he kept going until he finally bottomed out, you let out a breath, he was bigger than you ever had, and god it felt amazing, 

Thor groaned from above you, 

“You feel amazing..” He groaned 

He slowly pulled almost out only to enter again with a rough thrust your moans and his grunts echoing in the room, the sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing. 

Your hands find his back digging in his back making him hiss, the knot forming in your stomach again, 

Thor roughly grabs your hands pinning them next to your head, 

“You are mine now love.” He grunted 

“You are the only one who can handle me.” He grunts 

“Thor!” You moaned, 

“Say you are mine.” He grunts 

“Yes, God yes I’m yours!” You moan

His thrusts going deeper and harder and finally the knot in you snaps causing you to almost scream, 

Thor thrusts a few more times moaning as he is buried deep inside of you as he came hard, 

both of you out of breath when the heat returned 

“Why won’t it stop.” You groaned 

“Love that was only once it will take a few times.” He chuckles turning you on your stomach as he enters you with a rough thrust