#What if Clint died...
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purple--queen · 8 months ago
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What is it with marvel always let their characters falling to their dead???
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batcavescolony · 5 months ago
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I think my favorite thing to think about is any adaptation of comics meeting the comics universe cus after awhile you'll always get this:
_____adaptation: and in that moment my fellow hero/teammate/lover/forth option died.
_____comic: ah yeah that sucks, but when they came back you talked right?
_____adaptation: what? They died?
_____comic: ok? Just get them back or wait, who HASN'T died.
_____adaptation: ...
_____comics: wait do you guys STAY dead when you die?
_____adaptation: YES? What do you mean 'STAY' YOU DIE! AND THEN YOU'RE DEAD!
_____Comics: sorry... In our universe hero's come back constantly.
_____adaptation: so your _____ is alive?
_____comics: yeah, they came back awhile ago? That must suck for you.
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snowangeldotmp3 · 1 month ago
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happy 10 years of age of ultron. to celebrate, i am attempting to fix the movie
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spacecluster · 10 months ago
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I just love how in age of ultron
Marvel established
that they have these pods
that can heal people of serious injuries
And are capable of building an entire body out of nothing pretty much aside from like a sentient Rock
and that this pod
which is destroyed at some point in this movie
is a lower level version of something that Dr Helen Cho has in her facility in wherever she said it was cause it's been a while since I've watched this movie
and then they
to my knowledge
Never mentioned again
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therighthandofvengeance · 10 months ago
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Garibaldi: Where’d you learn to fight like that?
Lennier: I, uh, started taking martial arts when I was five.
Garibaldi: Wow. So, like, a year ago?
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mastcrmarksman · 7 months ago
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secret starter call - @ladyohdeath
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❝ ... Look, Lady... You scare me a lot, but I kind of on a whole mission here, so you wanna go bug someone else? ❞ He says, with a hiss, as if he hadn't already gotten himself damned to much worse. Hellstorm's certain that Bobbi's soul was down here and he had to get her out of Hell, at least. Hopefully, the both of them alive, and whatever this woman was... he knows she's Death, but he can't back down. Already planned to tell the Devil to go fuck himself. ❝ There's gotta be like a million others. ❞
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pzyii · 6 months ago
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Ultron won!Nat and The Avengers are dead!Steve can bond over being in love with Peggy Carter
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tonystarkshotrod · 7 months ago
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Natasha “just say when i’d play again he was my best friend and that was the worst part” Romanoff. and Clint Barton in Endgame.
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urdreamydoodles · 4 months ago
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MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER
Marvel Comics Characters Receiving a Dirty Picture from You in Public
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Marc Spector, Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange, Namor, Johnny Blaze, Eddie Brock / Venom, T'Challa & Elektra Natchios
God, I love Marvel Comics...
Peter Parker aka. Spider-Man
Peter has been through a lot. He’s fought villains, lost people he’s loved, and carried the weight of responsibility since he was a kid. But nothing—not Venom, not Doctor Octopus, not the Green Goblin—has ever hit him as hard as opening his phone and seeing you.
He’s perched upside-down on a fire escape, mid-stakeout with Daredevil, when his phone buzzes. He barely glances at it at first, assuming it’s an update from MJ or the Bugle. But then—his Spidey-Sense misfires. His stomach drops. And suddenly, he’s scrambling so fast that he almost falls off the fire escape.
“...Parker?” Matt’s voice is suspicious, brow furrowing beneath the red mask. Peter clutches his phone like a lifeline, heat rushing to his face, his entire body going rigid. “Uh—nope! Nothing’s wrong! Totally fine! Just, uh—gotta—go!” Before Matt can say another word, Peter web-slings away, heart pounding.
Later, in his apartment, he stares at the image, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. Then, fumbling with his phone, he types back: You cannot just drop this on me in the middle of a mission. I almost DIED. You’re gonna make it up to me. In person. Immediately.
Tony Stark aka. Iron Man
Tony Stark is always the one making people flustered. He’s the king of inappropriate timing, the grandmaster of chaos. So when you flip the game on him? When you send him something completely indecent while he’s in the middle of a live press conference? Oh, he is in trouble.
He’s mid-sentence, standing in front of a sea of reporters, when his phone vibrates. He glances at it without thinking, because hey, it might be about stock prices or another alien invasion. But no. No, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.
He visibly freezes. Blinks. Blanches. Then—his brain blue screens. The entire room stares as Tony suddenly cuts off mid-sentence, clears his throat, and forces a smirk that’s absolutely not covering up a crisis. “Uh—ladies and gentlemen, I think that’s enough questions for today.”
The moment he’s offstage, he stumbles into the nearest private room, yanks at his tie, and pulls out his phone like it holds the meaning of life. He types back immediately: Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart. I hope you’re home right now, because I’m on my way, and I’m bringing consequences.
Steve Rogers aka. Captain America
Steve is not a prude. He’s been around, he’s seen things. But there’s something about you—about the way you know exactly how to knock the breath from his lungs—that makes him feel like a kid again.
He’s in the middle of a strategy meeting with Sam and Bucky, his shield leaning against the table, when his phone vibrates. He checks it without thinking, eyes flicking down—and then every muscle in his body tenses. His grip on the phone tightens. His ears burn red.
“You good, Rogers?” Bucky gives him a knowing smirk, because he immediately recognizes that look—Steve flustered beyond belief. Steve clears his throat, hard, locking his phone like it’s offended him. “Fine,” he says, voice a little too even. “Let’s, uh—let’s keep going.”
But later, when he’s alone, he exhales deeply, pressing a hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, with slow deliberation, he types: I hope you know what you just started. Because I don’t break my promises, sweetheart. And I promise—you’re not leaving that bed when I get there.
Thor Odinson aka. God of Thunder
Thor has seen battles, has waged wars across the cosmos, has faced monsters and gods. But when his phone pings—when he sees the absolute sin that you’ve just sent him—he forgets how to breathe.
He is in the middle of the Avengers’ common room, laughing boisterously with Bruce and Natasha, when he pulls out his phone. He expects something simple—a text from his brother, perhaps, or a message from Jane. But instead? Instead, he sees you.
The entire room feels it when Thor’s laughter stops. There is a moment—just a beat of silence—before the lights flicker. The air crackles with static electricity. His fingers twitch around the phone, and then, in a low, very serious voice, he mutters, “By the Norns…”
Natasha raises an eyebrow, but Thor abruptly stands, clearing his throat. “I must depart. Urgently.” Bruce frowns. “What? Why?” Thor barely offers an explanation before storming out of the room, typing furiously: You dare tempt the God of Thunder? Very well, little one. You shall learn what it means to summon a storm.
Loki Laufeyson aka. God of Mischief
Loki is the undisputed master of control. He is calm, composed, always one step ahead of everyone else. But when you send him something so shameless, so brazen, in the middle of an important diplomatic event in Asgard—he nearly drops his goblet of wine.
He’s reclining on his throne, listening to some dull ambassador drone on about trade negotiations, when his phone vibrates. He lifts it lazily, expecting nothing of importance—until he sees you.
His entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around the goblet, the silver denting beneath his fingers. His green eyes darken, and for the first time in centuries, he feels his pulse stutter. The ambassador keeps talking, oblivious, but Loki? Loki is seething.
Later, in his chambers, he lounges on his bed, turning the phone over in his fingers before smirking. Then, with slow, careful precision, he types: You dare tease the God of Mischief? Oh, darling, you are in such trouble. And you know how much I enjoy trouble.
Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye
Clint Barton is used to chaos. He’s fought alien invasions, taken down crime syndicates, and, most impressively, lived in a house with three dogs and somehow survived. But nothing—not the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D., not even Kate Bishop’s endless sarcasm—could have prepared him for this.
He’s in the middle of a debriefing with Captain America and Black Widow when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it, but boredom gets the better of him. He sneaks a glance, tilting the screen just slightly—and immediately chokes on his coffee.
“Barton?” Natasha’s voice is sharp, her suspicious gaze snapping to him. Steve looks concerned. Clint, on the other hand, is malfunctioning. He quickly locks his phone, pressing it to his thigh like it’s burning him. “Yep. All good. Just… wrong text thread. You know how it is.”
The second he’s alone, he whistles, rubbing a hand down his face before sending a text: You are absolutely trying to kill me, aren’t you? I’m a trained marksman, babe. You know I always hit my target. Hope you’re ready.
Natasha Romanoff aka. Black Widow
Natasha Romanoff is a professional. She’s endured psychological conditioning, trained with the deadliest assassins in the world, and can lie so well that even she forgets what’s real. But when you send her something so utterly filthy, in the middle of a high-stakes poker game with some very dangerous people—she nearly loses her composure.
She’s holding a perfect poker face, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers (purely for effect). Then, her phone buzzes. She never checks her phone during missions, but for some reason, she does this time.
The second she sees the image, her fingers twitch. She almost fumbles her cigarette. Almost. A single slow breath is all that betrays her before she locks the screen and smirks, adjusting her sunglasses to hide the flicker of heat in her gaze.
Later, after she’s won the game (because of course she has), she finally responds: You must be very confident, sending me something like that. I hope you know what happens when I catch my prey, моя любовь (my love). Because I always catch them.
Bucky Barnes aka. Winter Soldier
Bucky is already always on edge. He spent decades being controlled, his mind fractured, his instincts constantly telling him that danger lurks around every corner. But when his phone vibrates in the middle of a mission briefing and he makes the mistake of checking it—he nearly self-destructs.
He’s sitting next to Sam Wilson, arms crossed, trying to focus on the tactical discussion. Then, out of habit, he glances at his phone. And suddenly? His enhanced heartbeat spikes. His grip on the phone tightens, metal fingers creaking.
Sam immediately notices. “Dude. You okay?” Bucky doesn’t answer. He just exhales deeply, jaw clenching, and locks his phone like it’s personally offended him. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his throat bobs betrays him.
Later, in the privacy of his room, he leans against the wall, pressing his flesh hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, he types—slow, deliberate, full of promise: You are playing with fire, doll. And you know I don’t burn alone.
Matthew Murdock aka. Daredevil
Matt has learned to control himself. He has to, considering his senses pick up everything. The heartbeat of a liar, the scent of blood, the whisper of fabric against skin. But when he puts in his earpiece during a stakeout with Elektra and hears you—sultry, teasing, wicked—his composure shatters.
Your voice is a purr, warm and full of amusement, as you describe, in explicit detail, exactly what you want to do to him. Every syllable slides into his ear like a sin, and for the first time in years, Matt Murdock forgets how to breathe.
“Murdock.” Elektra’s voice is unimpressed. “Are you even listening?” Matt clenches his jaw, forcing his expression into something neutral as he slowly removes the earpiece. “Yeah,” he lies, his voice way too tight. “Loud and clear.” But his fingers twitch, betraying him.
Later, alone in his apartment, he plays the message again. And again. Until his own heartbeat is thunderous in his ears. Then, with a slow smirk, he records his reply—his voice low, gravelly, barely more than a rasp: Angel, you have no idea what you’ve just done. And I promise—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
Frank Castle aka. The Punisher
Frank Castle does not fluster. He’s a man who’s seen the worst of the world, a soldier who has lost everything. He does not get distracted. But when he’s sitting in the middle of a grimy bar, brooding over a whiskey, and his phone vibrates—everything stops.
He checks it absently, expecting intel from Micro or maybe a warning from Daredevil. But instead, he gets you. And just like that, his grip on the glass tightens. His jaw locks. His entire body tenses, muscles coiled, because you have just sent him something so utterly indecent that he has to set his whiskey down before he crushes the glass.
The bartender notices. “You good, man?” Frank barely glances up, his fingers white-knuckled around his phone. “Fine,” he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his phone back in his pocket and downs the rest of his drink in one go.
Later, in the dead of night, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, before sending a single message: You think you’re real cute, huh? Yeah. Keep that same energy when I get home. See if you’re still smirking when I’ve got my hands on you.
Marc Spector aka. Moon Knight
Marc has lived multiple lives. A mercenary. A vigilante. A fist of vengeance. But the moment his phone vibrates in the middle of a stakeout, and he sees you—he nearly blows his own cover.
He’s perched on a rooftop, watching a weapons deal go down, his mind sharp and focused. Then, out of habit, he checks his phone. His breath hitches. His grip tightens around the device, and he has to physically restrain himself from groaning. Khonshu’s voice rumbles in his mind: "Your mortal desires are distracting, Spector." Marc grits his teeth. "Yeah, no shit."
“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice purrs from inside his head, amused. “She send you something nice, hermano?” Marc rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply before locking his phone. “Mind your damn business.” But his pulse is thundering.
Later, back at his apartment, he leans against the wall, staring at the image before typing: You have no idea what you’ve just done. Hope you’re home. Hope you’re ready.
Johnny Storm aka. Human Torch
Johnny Storm is used to attention. He thrives on it. He’s a celebrity, a hero, a walking flame. But when you send him something scandalous in the middle of a live television interview, even he isn’t ready for it.
He’s laughing, flashing his signature cocky grin at the camera, when his phone buzzes. He checks it without thinking—because hey, it might be Sue yelling at him again—but instead, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.
Johnny visibly chokes. His entire body tenses. For the first time ever, he forgets what he was saying. The interviewer blinks. “Uh… Johnny?” His brain short-circuits. His face heats—literally. The tips of his ears ignite before he clenches his fists and forces himself to not spontaneously combust on live television.
The second the interview is over, he’s sprinting to his dressing room, slamming the door shut and typing frantically: Ohhh, you are in trouble. You’re really trying to set me on fire, huh? Hope you’re home, babe, ‘cause I’m flying over. Right. Now.
Reed Richards aka. Mister Fantastic
Reed Richards is a genius. His mind is constantly working at speeds beyond human comprehension. But when he’s mid-lecture at a prestigious scientific conference and his phone vibrates—his brilliant mind suddenly goes blank.
He absently checks his phone, half-expecting an alert from the Baxter Building. But instead, it’s you. Wearing almost nothing.
For a solid ten seconds, he is frozen. His eyes slightly widen. His fingers twitch. And then, very slowly, he locks his phone and clears his throat. “Ah—excuse me, esteemed colleagues, but I must—um—attend to an urgent matter.”
Later, he adjusts his glasses, staring at the image with a fascinated, almost scientific appreciation. Then, with methodical precision, he types: You are a very distracting woman. I will be conducting an… in-depth study on you as soon as I return. Expect a thorough examination.
Felicia Hardy aka. Black Cat
Felicia Hardy is a master of seduction. She flusters men for fun. But when she’s in the middle of a high-stakes casino heist, and you send her something utterly indecent, even she loses her composure.
She’s leaning against the bar, sipping an expensive martini, eyes locked on her mark. Then, her phone buzzes. She lazily checks it, expecting an update from her crew. But instead? Instead, she sees you.
Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips part just slightly. And for the first time in years, her poker face cracks. The bartender—oblivious—raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay, miss?” Felicia exhales, smirking as she locks her phone. “Oh, it’s better than okay.”
Later, she lounges on silk sheets, staring at the picture before purring into her phone: You really think you can tease me, kitten? Oh, sweetheart… you just made a very expensive bet. And I never lose.
Stephen Strange aka. Doctor Strange
Stephen Strange is not easily shaken. He’s fought cosmic horrors, bent reality, and wielded power beyond mortal comprehension. But when he’s in the middle of a magical duel with Dormammu, and you send him a sinfully explicit picture—he almost loses.
He’s mid-incantation, floating above the Sanctum’s rooftop, when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it—except something in the back of his mind tells him it’s you. He flicks his fingers, glancing at the screen—and immediately regrets it.
His spell stutters. His fingers twitch. The fabric of reality briefly warps. Wong, standing below, yells, “What the hell was that?!” Stephen clenches his jaw, locking his phone immediately before snapping his wrist and repairing the timeline. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Absolutely nothing.”
The moment the battle is over, he retreats into his study, loosening his Cloak, before typing: You dare distract the Sorcerer Supreme? You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, darling. And I do hope you’re prepared for consequences beyond mortal comprehension.
Namor aka. The Sub-Mariner
Namor is a king. He does not answer to anyone. He has waged war against the surface world, stood against the mightiest heroes, and commands the loyalty of an entire empire. But when he is seated on his throne, discussing politics with his council, and his communicator vibrates—everything else becomes irrelevant.
He glances down, expecting a diplomatic missive. Instead, he is greeted by you—a vision of temptation, captured in a way that only he has the privilege to see. His grip on the communicator tightens, his lips parting slightly. The light of the display reflects in his dark, narrowed eyes.
The council drones on, but Namor hears nothing. His golden gauntlets flex, his knuckles tightening as his jaw sets. A slow, deliberate exhale is all that betrays his reaction. But those closest to him—his most trusted generals—see the flicker of something dangerous in his expression. A storm, barely contained.
Later, as he stands upon his balcony, overlooking the endless ocean, he types a single response: You seek to tempt a king, my love? Then be prepared for the wrath of a god. When next we meet, you will drown in my devotion.
Johnny Blaze aka. Ghost Rider
Johnny Blaze has seen Hell—literally. He has ridden across the desolate highways of damnation, stared into the abyss, and laughed. But when he’s sitting in a biker bar, nursing a whiskey and half-listening to some guy ramble about the Devil, his phone vibrates. And when he checks it—he nearly sets the whole place on fire.
The image of you is burned into his mind, seared into his soul. He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass. His knuckles go white. Somewhere deep inside, the Spirit of Vengeance chuckles.
“Something wrong, Blaze?” One of the other bikers eyes him warily. Johnny forces a smirk, setting his whiskey down before he crushes the glass in his grip. “Nah,” he rasps, his voice a little too rough. “Just realized I got… unfinished business to take care of.”
Later, on his Hellfire-coated bike, he sends a text: You got a real bad habit of making me wanna sin, sweetheart. And I promise—I’ll make sure you repent. Over. And over.
Eddie Brock & Venom aka. Venom
Eddie Brock has been through hell. He’s fought monsters, been one himself, lost everything, and still kept going. But nothing—not a damn thing—could prepare him for the absolute carnage of getting that picture from you in the middle of a crowded subway.
He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, Venom muttering in his head about wanting tater tots, when the image loads. For a solid five seconds, he is completely still. Then—
“Eddie.” Venom’s voice rumbles, amused. “Your mate is very… bold. We approve.” Eddie, red-faced, slams his phone against his chest like that’ll somehow erase what just happened. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. A teenager across from him raises an eyebrow.
Later, when he’s alone, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he types back: Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh? Yeah. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Hell, maybe we’ll even let Venom have a little fun, too.
T’Challa aka. Black Panther
T’Challa is a king, a warrior, a legend. His mind is a fortress, his will unshakable. But when he is seated in the royal palace of Wakanda, surrounded by dignitaries, and his Kimoyo Beads alert him to a personal message—his focus wavers.
He allows himself a discreet glance. And in that moment? His heart skips a single beat. His fingers—steady even in the heat of battle—tighten just slightly around his beads. His expression does not change. But to those who know him well—Okoye, Shuri—they notice the subtlest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.
Shuri smirks. “Brother,” she murmurs, leaning in. “You look… distracted.” T’Challa exhales deeply, locking the message with a casual flick of his fingers. “I am merely… anticipating a conversation.”
Later, when he is alone, he reviews the picture once more, fingers grazing his jaw before he types: You are testing my patience, beloved. And you know I am a man of great discipline. But for you? I am willing to break my own rules. Expect me soon.
Elektra Natchios aka. Elektra
Elektra Natchios does not fluster. She has slit the throats of kings, danced on the edge of oblivion, and played cat-and-mouse with death itself. But when she is sharpening her sai on the rooftop of a New York high-rise and her phone buzzes—her grip falters.
The blade nicks her glove. Barely. But it happens. Her lips part in a slow, dangerous smirk as she tilts the phone toward the moonlight, drinking in the absolute audacity of your message.
“Something amusing?” A voice—a rival assassin, lurking in the shadows. Elektra does not answer. She merely tucks her phone away, standing smoothly, her stance lethal. “Yes,” she purrs. “Something… very amusing.”
Later, as she leans against the window of her penthouse, she finally sends a reply: You are so very reckless, my love. And I do enjoy breaking reckless little things.
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hurtspideyparker · 9 months ago
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Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together
Part 1 Part 2
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Mission debrief:
Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?
Peter: *slowly raises hand*
Natasha: Don't worry you're still young
Peter: 😟
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Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?
Clint: *points outside*
*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*
Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/
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Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?
Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke
Clint: No but it might... grow
Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them
Clint:
Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education
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2:34 am
Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*
Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*
Tony:
Sam:
Tony: Let's never speak of this?
Sam: Yep.
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Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory
Tony: Thank you thank you
Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS
Tony: Uh
Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE
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Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*
*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*
Tony: Oh come on. All of you?
*nodding*
Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time
Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*
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Bucky: Don't sit so close to me
Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨
Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat
Sam:
Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-
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During training:
Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*
Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that
Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*
Natasha: Seems like you already know how
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Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self
Clint: I'll take that bet
*7 minutes later*
Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!
Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-
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Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you
Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day
Bucky: What. How do you know about us.
Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...
Bucky:
Natasha:
Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation
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Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing
*Box is missing the last piece*
Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*
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Natasha: Kings
Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?
Natasha: Nada. Fives?
Bucky: Shit. Here
Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?
Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve
Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*
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Steve: Do you want to play catch?
Wanda: What?
Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?
Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about
Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?
Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me
Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*
Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures
Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?
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Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?
Steve: What did you just say about my chest...
Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.
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Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?
Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings
Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!
Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs
Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented
Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat
Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence
Bucky: God I hope so
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moonlit-imagines · 1 month ago
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Headcanons for being the youngest Avenger and joining the Thunderbolts*
Thunderbolts x reader
warnings: spoilers!!! blood and guns and death n such u know the drill
a/n: i gave y/n unspecified powers until about halfway through so i just based the powers on an oc i am weak
prompt:
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you’d always been the odd one out in the avengers, being the “young one” was not easy
like, you were teens during the battle of new york
sure, you were respected as a valiant hero, one of earths mightiest, but there was struggle in not having many peers to lean on
when you had wanda around, things were a little different—but that didn’t last long at all
then the blip happened, you survived, your world crumbled, and you got everyone back—but nothing was ever the same and it took its toll on you
the avengers disbanded, everyone left went their separate ways and you realized that the avengers, your family, were all you’d ever known
so you found your footing elsewhere, tried to stay in touch with those who you found comfort in. people you could count on
this included sam, clint, and bruce. rest were either preoccupied, plotting less than ethical things, or you just weren’t close with to begin with
“yeah, this kid—kate—she reminds me of you. she’s a bit more clumsy, awkward, and desperate, but it made me think of you…having another young person aspiring to save the world and all. or at least new york” -clint over the phone
“it’s nice to hear, thanks for checking in. hopefully she doesn’t accidentally destroy any buildings like i did” -you
“well, about that—” -clint
you always really enjoyed when they called you first, but no one was calling for your calling
you didn’t know how to not be a hero, it was really fucking frustrating
you were only made an avenger that early on because you had powers, and you were already a public hero. it’s not like you could get a job at a coffee shop, as entertaining as that would be
that’s when bucky called you one day, and you didn’t get close with bucky until steve died. yeah, you helped him out of a bind in germany, but that was about as far as it went. you were just acquainted because of sam
but bucky knew how it felt to be alone, lost, misguided, all that
and he just decided to run for congress
“y/n, i’d like you to be my advisor. there’s no one i could trust more—that would agree to this, that is” -bucky
“are you serious?” -you
“about running for congress or the advisor thing?” -bucky
“both i guess?” -you
“yeah, i’m serious” -bucky “i heard from a mutual friend you were still trying to find your place after…you know, everything. i am, too. so i’m asking you as a friend if you will join me on this path. it could be good for both of us”
and that it was, bucky won the election and you were now being paid decend money to be bucky’s #2. it felt right
you’d briefly been a government employee as an avenger, but now you were a lot more autonomous in a sense
yes, you had a lot of red tape, but it beat that sense of impending doom you had living with the avengers
you and bucky fought to keep new york safe in a different way. fought for the little guy. tried to clean up the system a bit
that included getting valentina allegra de fontaine impeached from her job as the head of the CIA
if there’s anything bucky and you knew about intelligence agencies, they needed to be as clean as possible. or else you’d have disasters like hydra infiltrating shield and secret human experimentation and super soldiers and child assassins. all that good stuff
you backed it, regardless of what little sway you guys had
you gave him a death glare as he was interviewed about valentina’s impeachment and all he could do was say “worrying” 10 times in a row
“we need to work on your public speaking” -you, immediately following his embarrassing comments
“yeah, i know” -bucky
you and bucky lived nearby each other, you relocated to brooklyn following the new job
so when necessary, you’d lean on each other
let me be clear that this is strictly friendship. lightly professional. the teo of you have seen dark days in your own respective ways. you were both turned into weapons without any say. had a hard time controlling it for a long time. made some terrible mistakes. tried your hardest to move up in the world. carry demons with you. misery loves company.
and right now, being new to the office, not a lot of other government officials were fond of you two. there was a lot of distrust.
first, we have the hydra super soldier who’s ledger is running with blood. his slate was wiped clean, but that doesn’t mean the people see him differently. it was a miracle he was voted into office to begin with
then there’s you, the late-20s, early 30s former avenger who was never quite taken seriously due to your youth in the public eye. you were viewed as dangerous due to your powers, as well, and some people feared you two would use your abilities to influence and intimidate
so you advised taking a very gentle approach to congressman barnes, that way no one felt threatened
that was until you and bucky went rogue to bring in valentina’s covert ops team as a last ditch effort to get her impeached
bucky bombing several CIA vehicles? not very gentle
but fun and refreshing? check!
“it’s been a while since i’ve been able to stretch my legs—the suit’s a little tight, though” -you
“you’re still rocking it” -yelena
“aw, thanks! we’re not letting you go” -you
then the rogue assassins and you guys get into it about a guy named “bob” and then bucky gets a call about “bob” its a whole mess. whatever
“okay, looks like we’re letting you go” -you
“hey, i meant it, your suit still looks good! im not even tied up anymore and i’m still saying it!” -yelena
“she’s right, you look awesome” -ava
“yeah, i need to change. my range of motion is severely limited” -you
you guys got to NYC to go confront valentina…at the old avengers HQ
you got a chill down your spine as you arrived
“you good?” -bucky
“yeah, yeah. just a lot of memories here” -you
this was the moment where it clicked for the rest of the team that you were an AVENGER. a real avenger. you were close with natasha. you knew the real steve rogers. you fought alongside thor and the hulk and wanda maximoff. and here you were kicking it with what alexei was calling “the thunderbolts”
“don’t get all misty eyed, we’ve got work to do” -john
lets note that this interaction took place after bucky crashed a commercial sized truck into the lobby, you’d just beaten everyone’s asses, and valentina invited you all upstairs
and there she was at the bar pouring a drink for herself and for just a small moment you saw a glimpse of tony stark standing in front of you again. giving you a smug smirk and asking for your ID before he made you a shirley temple. even after you were of age.
and a darkness overcame you a moment while you stood there. you were in sokovia standing next to pietro maximoff as he laid facedown on the ground. you were perfectly safe, didn’t even notice he was down. you never even realized he was beside you he was so fast. you heard wanda’s screams and you panicked, froze, didn’t know what to do. you were watching yourself go through these motions again.
and then bucky’s hand touched your back and you snapped back to reality, meeting the infamous “bob” for the first time
or as valentina called him, sentry
and immediately you were disturbed, there was something off about his presence
and immediately the team began to attack
you even hit him with a shock as powerful as thor with mjölnir, but he didn’t even flinch
it was futile, he was knocking you guys around like you were nothing
but he had this strange, kind demeanor about him too
once he ripped bucky’s arm off, it was time to GO
you all evacuated the building, a place you once called home, and wandered down the streets of new york. pathetic
and not even five minutes went by before a new form of this guy was literally turning people into VOIDS
“you know, buck, i’m starting to get real tired of shit like this happening in manhattan. this doesn’t happen in brooklyn AT ALL” -you, beginning to attack once again
you were the only thunderbolt with ranged powers—literal thunderbolts, if you will
but that didn’t seem to be doing much
the rest of them were mostly using guns and that also wasn’t working, so this became more of a rescue op
you liked fighting with bucky, it’d only happened three times before this. in germany, wakanda, and the avengers compound
and yelena reminded you so much of natasha, you knew exactly what the next move would be
alexei was…well, he took some inspiration from cap, you could see it you guess.
john walker was difficult. send tweet
he was trying though. you guess.
ava was more of a loner. she kind of reminded you of wanda. you missed her
when you saw yelena vanish, the LAST thing you wanted to do was to do the same
but bucky assured you that you were in it together
he took your hand and you walked into the darkness together
and ended up facing the worst pain of your life
for him: amputation, brainwashing, brutal torture, murder, losing steve
for you: the accident that gave you powers, sokovia, the blip, loneliness, mistakes that cost lives
but you powered through. you got bob. you saved new york. and for you, it wasn’t the first time!
and the moment valentina introduced you as the new avengers, you clenched your teeth and bucky nearly had to hold you back
you agreed to stick together to keep valentina in check, much to sam wilson’s dismay
“oh, hes gonna kill us” -you
“he’s not the only one” -bucky
“oh, my god. clint’s gonna kill me” -you
“eh, barton sees you as one of his kids, i’m sure he’ll give you a stern talking to” -bucky
he did.
you cried.
he gave you a big hug after and apologized for yelling.
and there you were in avengers tower again
just like you were 15 years ago.
“you used to live here, no?” -alexei
“i did. i did a long, long time ago.” -you, about to have a full on meltdown
“that’s great! you can show me around, then. please, show me your old room!” -alexei
he did know how to lift your spirits, for sure
and then there was yelena, who so desperately wanted to feel closer to natasha
“will you tell me a story, please? it would make me feel closer to her” -yelena
ironically, hanging out with yelena made you feel closer to nat
“well, nat trained me a good bit when we joined the avengers. she taught me how to fight, to not depend on my powers, to be a spy, to use weapons. i would be who i am today without her” -you
“yes, that’s great and all, but give me specifics!” -yelena
“okay, she LOVED desperate housewives. she’d make me sit through HOURS of it when we were off-duty. it was a great distraction. when we came back from sokovia and moved into the new compound, she had me on that couch for three days straight” -you
yelena snorted laughing
she also loved to spar with you
in a way, you felt like a sibling to her these days
in the way she was raised, at least
you laughed everytime you noticed a little “oopsie” val overlooked before the full remodel
“oh, my god. i once shocked the microwave while i was half asleep and i shorted out the whole building. this dark mark in the wall is the explosion of the microwave that led to the power outage” -you
“how long did it take to fix?” -ava
“about 10 minutes. tony was thoroughly embarrassed it took him that long” -you
there were also little dents and dings and bullet holes and such, especially it what was formerly the training room and being revamped for an even better one
“the last time i was here was when ultron booted up and sent the whole iron legion in after a party with the avengers. it was actually quite horrific, i thought the avengers were gonna disband right then and there. i thought i was going to be homeless” -you
“jesus, you sure talk about your past a lot” -john
“oh, sorry, would you rather i talk about yours?” -you, semi-threatening
he backed off
you tried to make as many new memories as you could, but everything seemed to remind you of the past
all you knew is the people needed to look up to something and that had to be the new avengers
and to have a former avenger on it? that was good for optics
did it make you feel stuck from time to time? uh yeah, you never really could escape your past
but the congress thing kind of fizzled out
so this was the next best thing
“alexei is calling me, hold on” -you
“y/n! i need directions” -alexei
“okay, where are you?” -you
“twenty third floor. i do not know how you lived in this maze as long as you did! i cannot find anything around here” -alexei
“hang on. you’re lost inside the building?” -you
you’d go to your favorite restaurant in manhattan with bucky sometimes, just to get out of the tower
“so, be honest with me. is this what you want?” -bucky
“i want to feel like i belong. and i do” -you
“because it’s familiar?” -bucky
“basically” -you
you explained that it still was an adjustment. you felt like you were seeing ghosts in a sense
but it was like a do over too
a chance to be the hero you grew up to be, to make steve, tony, natasha, clint, bruce, and thor proud
sam was still a little pissed about it. rightfully so
but making breakfast with bob, training with yelena, drinking with alexei, having heart to hearts with bucky, shit talking with ava, and ignoring john was not the worst thing to happen to you
you heard over exaggerated war stories, had eventful training, shorted out the microwave again, started to give john a chance, found a friend in bob, and more in this new life
and you were always meant to be an avenger, your calling was to protect the world. thats why you guys formed the avengers 15 years ago. so you did it in the name of the family you’d never forget.
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MASTERLIST
Pairing: Loki x F!reader
Words: 4012
Warnings/Content: SMUT; Avenger! Loki & Avenger! Y/n, Themes of dub-con, dark-ish Loki??, dom!Loki, pervy!Loki, possessive, jealous loki, use of loki's magic (in a lot of sexual stuff), restraints, bondage, biting, licking, aggressive, pissed loki, praise, slight degradation, there's a tattoo on y/n's thigh (for the plot!), other mcu characters also make an appearance, clit licking, fingering, overstimulation, p in v.
Please lmk if I missed anything! Loki is a bit of red-flaggy in this one, please keep in mind this is only a fanfiction.
Summary: When you make fun of Loki's magic, he "demonstrates" how his magic can be useful. In many, ehm..ways. What did you expect?
A/n: i moved the title in the corner so that i can keep seeing tommys's sexy face in the middle 😮‍💨 im trying to make my fics dirtier but it's not quite coming down in my works, like it's in my mind but it's not easy to express??? im trying & hopefully it'll come soon
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The cavernous, dimly-lit warehouse echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and grunts of exertion. The Avengers were locked in combat with a band of mercenaries armed with advanced weaponry.
Tony was in the air, repulsor beams lighting up the darkness, while Natasha and Clint worked in tandem, their movements precise and deadly. Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, was a blur as it struck down the enemies with thunderous force.
In the midst of the chaos, Loki stood with an air of detached amusement, casting spells with flicks of his wrists. His magic sent mercenaries flying, created illusions to confuse their ranks, and conjured barriers to protect the teammates. But Loki's magic, powerful and unpredictable, was also a bit reckless tonight.
Maybe it was the leather suit you were wearing today.
"Loki, for the love of—watch where you're aiming!" You shouted as you narrowly avoided being hit by a stray spell meant for an enemy.
Your eyes flashed with annoyance as you shot him a glare. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"
Loki smirked, eyeing you up, not taking you seriously. "Perhaps if you were more attentive, you wouldn't find yourself in such precarious positions, darling."
You scowled and ducked under a swipe from a mercenary, retaliating with a swift punch that sent your opponent sprawling.
Ugh, you hated how he always carried that stupid smirk.
"Maybe if your magic was actually useful, we wouldn't be in precarious positions to begin with!"
Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of irritation flashing through his otherwise calm demeanor. "Is that so? I seem to recall saving you from a similar predicament just last week."
"By causing it in the first place!" You shot back, dodging another mercenary's attack and taking him down with a well-placed kick. 
Loki rolls his eyes and runs in the other direction. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured an illusion, making a group of mercenaries see each other as Avengers.
Confused, they turned on one another, giving the team a moment of respite. But the spell was too potent, and soon the illusion spread, affecting even the teammates. 
Chaos erupted as friends and foes became indistinguishable. 
"What the—" Tony exclaimed while flying over the scene. 
"Damn it, Loki!" You screamed, ducking, as Natasha took a swing at you, mistaking you for an enemy.
"Enough!" Thor bellowed, his hammer smashing into the ground to create a shockwave that knocked everyone off their feet and dispelled the illusion.
The mercenaries, now disoriented, were quickly subdued.
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The flight back home was quiet. Everyone was either tired, tending to their wounds, or just rethinking what happened back there. 
Once you landed, the rest of the Avengers stepped down the Quinjet and walked into the building to their rooms. 
"Loki, wait." Steve calls out and walks towards Loki in the lobby.
“About today—”
“Nobody died, Rogers.” Loki replies. 
"That is not an achievement," You murmur to yourself loudly on purpose for him to hear while taking a sip from your favourite grey-coloured sipper. 
Loki and Steve both glanced at you, with Steve carrying a hint of a smile on his face while Loki scowled and turned back to Steve.
You could tell he was not impressed. 
A win for you.
Steve clears his throat, turning serious once more. "Look, what happened today was not good. We cannot work as a team if we don't know half of your tricks."
Loki grins. "Well, that's the fun, isn't it? A surprise for everyone.”
Steve raises his eyebrows. "But it isn’t helping, Lo-"
"Helping? His magic is useless half the time."
Loki shoots an eye at you when you say that, and you could tell the God wasn't pleased.
"He's showing off in front of everyone, like the arrogant ass he is." You go on, while Loki watches you with his grave, sharp eyes.
Why wasn't he replying with his usual snarky comments today? 
Steve gives a light chuckle and pats Loki's shoulder as if feeling sorry for him, "Be careful next time, that's all I ask," and walks away through the corridor, leaving you and Loki to yourselves.
While waiting for the elevator, you silently stand in front of the doors, waiting for it to arrive.
Until you feel a hard pressure against your back.
The sensation is unmistakable—a solid, unyielding presence, warm and firm. Loki's chest. His closeness sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath and subtle heat radiating through his clothes.
You stiffen, unsure whether to move away or stay still, the elevator's arrival feeling like an eternity away.
You decide to say something to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Ego broken, Loki~?" You say his name in a sing-song voice.
"Do you enjoy testing my patience, mortal?" he says, leaning down to your ear.
"Someone has to keep you in check," you reply, your voice steady despite the proximity.
The elevator reaches your floor, and with a little chime, its doors open. You proceed to take a step forward to enter the elevator when his hand grabs hold of the back side of your neck and pulls you back to him.
"Careful," he almost whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin, "your tongue is going to get you in trouble one day."
You pause for a moment, feeling the tension thicken in the air, before you turn your head out of his hands to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt the big bad trickster's feelings?" You taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Maybe if your magic wasn't so unreliable, we wouldn't be in these messes. Or do you need Daddy Odin to give you some pointers on how to actually be useful?"
Loki's eyes flare with fury, and in no time he grabs your neck once again and strides into the elevator, pinning your head to the panels. His body pressed against yours with a force that left little room for doubt about his intensity.
His frame, tall and lean yet undeniably strong, exerting a commanding presence as he pins you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the chill of the metal against your cheek. 
He was so close to you, you could smell his sultry, intoxicating smell on him.
"You think my magic is useless, don’t you..." He whispers, his breath ghosting on your skin. "I’ll make sure you regret saying that."
"I don't "think", it's a fact." You try to push him back with your elbow. “Let me go, Loki.” You say it firmly. 
"Not yet, vixen." He says so, and the elevator doors shut by themselves. And with one flick of his fingers, the front chain of your tight leather suit yanked open down to the end of your belly.
Did he just–
"I’ll make sure to demonstrate how useful my magic can be." He says and looks down to notice you were not even wearing a bra underneath.
He grins at the sight, licking his lower lip. "Naughty girl." He coos in your ear while his fingers work their way to your belly. 
His fingers, though possessing a hint of coldness at first, quickly warmed against your skin as they made contact with your belly. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire that danced just beneath the surface. 
"Let. Me. Go." You say, trying to stand your ground, but your attempts are futile. 
"Told you no, darling." He says while his fingers trailed up to your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rose in their wake.
It was a sensation that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated by the raw intensity of his touch. 
He slides down your suit from your shoulders, proceeding with a graze of his tongue on your skin. 
"Mmm…sweet," he murmurs, sucking on your shoulder, "unlike those words you use."
"FUCK. YOU." You reply with a gruff.
Loki chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you will," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seductive menace. "But not before I teach you to respect a God."
He pulls down your suit lower, his lips kissing the back of your neck, followed by melty little kisses down your bareback. Despite your discontent, you couldn’t help but feel turned on by him.
As Loki pushes down your suit to your thighs, his eyes catch sight of a small tattoo etched on the inside of your thigh. The ink reads the name of your ex-boyfriend. Loki's eyes darken with a mix of curiosity and possessiveness. 
He paused, his brows furrowing as he read the name inked there. "Well, well, well," he murmured, his voice a mix of curiosity and disdain. "So that’s what your little skirt was hinting at the meeting a few days ago..."
He traced the tattoo lightly with his finger, sending a shiver through your body.
So this bastard was always watching you?
You grit your teeth, anger and embarrassment flushing through you. "It’s none of your business, Loki."
He tightens his grip on your neck slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance. "I know."
"But this mark... it irks me. An insignificant mortal claiming a part of you." He pinches your thigh, and you try to jerk away your leg but cannot. 
You squirmed against his grip, but he held you firmly, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into yours. "Let it go, Loki," you demanded, trying to maintain your composure.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the tattoo. "Why should I?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. "Why should I let some forgotten lover's mark go unchallenged?"
He gives you a rather harsh bite on your shoulder, trailing his lips to kiss your neck, which makes you whimper, which makes him grin.
He pulls away a bit, and with the flick of his wrists, an invisible force pins your arms above your head, securing you in place against the elevator wall. You struggle briefly, but the bonds hold firm. Loki steps back, his eyes raking over your exposed form with a predatory gaze.
Before you could retort, he bent down, turning his body against the elevator and facing you from below. He kissed the tattoo with deliberate slowness, his lips soft and maddeningly sensual.
The act was both possessive and teasing, with his tongue swirling repeatedly on the same spot that was making you crazy. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and a part of you hated how your body responded to his touch. 
"Shh, people can still hear us, darling. Even if they cannot enter." He says placing pecks up and down your thigh, evaporating your steady facade away.
"Now, let's see what other secrets you're hiding," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to your hips. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing you completely.
You saw his eyes almost sparkle at the sight, placing a kiss on your mound, making you flinch against the metal. Where and when did your suit disappear? You didn’t know.
He leans close and starts exploring your already wet clit with his tongue. Holding your waist in his hands, he kept stealing glances up at your aroused form, watching your expressions while you gasped every time his warm tongue darted on your needy pussy.
The god had a talent for his tongue. The silver tongue. 
"Are you still with him?" He murmured, pulling away his face from your pussy, making you let out a complaining whine.
He holds up his two fingers to caress your folds. "Answer."
"N-no…" You answer, your voice quivering in pleasure.
"Then why isn’t it off?" He says this, glancing at your tattoo.
"I never…Loki-"
He pushes two fingers in. "You never what?"
You shudder as Loki's fingers push inside you, his question hanging in the air, demanding an answer. Your mind races, caught between the intense pleasure and the need to explain yourself.
"I never... had the chance," you manage to gasp, your voice barely steady. "It didn't mean anything anymore. I just...fuck-forgot about it."
Loki's eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face, his fingers moving slowly inside you, curling and stroking in a way that makes coherent thoughts nearly impossible. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.
"Forgot about it?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps you wanted a reminder of something you couldn't let go?" 
"No…" You moan, writhing against the panel with your hands above your head, your fingers aching to dive into his hair. 
He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. You squirm, your faint moans echoing the elevator.
"Good," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. "Because I don't share, darling. And I don't like to be reminded of what once was."
You moan, your body arching against his touch. His words send a thrill through you, and the possessiveness in his tone both intimidating and exhilarating.
"You know I can just turn you into a pretty mannequin for me so I can do whatever I want with you…but I want to feel you squirm... to mewl... like a little prey." He says watching your face while feeling your pussy start to clench around his fingers.
"Now, let's make sure you never forget who you belong to, hm?" Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your thigh as he speaks. His mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking with a relentless intensity that drives you wild. 
"Yeah, that’s right, just keep on making those little sounds for me." He says it with a satisfied smile curling on his lips, and he resumes his ministrations with renewed fervor. 
The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your clit sends you spiralling into a mind-shattering orgasm, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cry out his name.
As the waves of ecstasy subside, Loki slowly withdraws his fingers. He stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He releases your binds away and turns you to him, and his thumb caresses your lower lip as if studying it for a second before he holds you against the wall, cupping your cheek, and kisses you almost fiercely. 
And gosh, you needed that. You needed that and more.
"Y/n, is that you?"
Both of you freeze to your seats when you hear Thor’s voice outside the elevator. 
Loki's eyes narrow in annoyance, and he quickly glances towards the elevator doors. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. "We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"
He continues exploring your mouth, and the kisses start spreading to your neck, tongue, and teeth, making their wild appearances every once in a while. 
Until you couldn’t help it and let out a moan.
"This door is not openi- Y/n??" Thor repeats again. "Wait, let me call Stark.-" 
Your heart races when Thor calls out again because of your moan. Loki’s eyes narrow, and he pulls away. "Are you doing this on purpose? Just another one of your games so we can get caught and you can have your fun?"
He gives your pussy a little slap, and you whine a no. 
In a swift motion, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You barely have time to register the shift before the air around you shimmers and the familiar confines of the elevator vanish, replaced by the opulent and dimly lit interior of a room unknown to you.
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The room is a stark contrast to the sterile metal of the elevator. Rich tapestries line the walls, and candles flicker, casting a warm, golden glow. A large, ornate bed dominates the space, its dark, luxurious linens inviting in a way that makes your heart race. 
Loki wastes no time. He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the bed with an urgency that sends a thrill through you. He lays you down gently, his gaze intense as he takes in your still-naked form. His hands trace over your skin, as if committing every inch to memory. 
The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Loki—intoxicating and alluring. "Now, where were we?" He purrs, his fingers tracing a delicate line down your spine, sending shivers through your body.
You can barely catch your breath; the intensity of the moment overwhelming. "Loki, what if Thor—"
"Thor won't find us," Loki interrupts, his voice a low growl. "This is my domain. No one enters without my permission."
"Now," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "let us continue our little magic demonstration." 
The silken sheets cool against your heated skin, and with Loki's hands everywhere—caressing, teasing, exploring every inch of your body—his touch both gentle and demanding, leaving you breathless and craving more. 
"So beautiful," his voice dripping with seductive menace as he conjures a binding spell that secures your wrists to the bedposts. 
You gasp, your body arching against the restraints, as Loki's mouth finds your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples with maddening precision. The sensations are overwhelming, and your mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and need. 
Loki's mouth moves with deliberate precision, his tongue tracing intricate patterns over your breasts. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch and writhe against the silken sheets. The restraints on your wrists keep you firmly in place.
"Loki…"
"Mhm," he hums, enjoying your squirms. But he wanted more.
He uses his powers to amplify his touch, making your nerve endings sing with heightened sensitivity. You gasp and moan, the intensity of his magic overwhelming your senses.
You can feel the magic pulsating through you, heightening your awareness of every touch and every kiss. His lips move from your breasts to the sensitive skin just below, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The combination of his mouth and his magic almost too much to bear.
His free hand trails down your body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. As his fingers reach your inner thighs, you feel a new surge of his magic, more potent and concentrated. It wraps around your thighs, making your muscles quiver with anticipation.
Loki conjures small, delicate tendrils of magic that wrap around your nipples, gently tugging and twisting. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping for breath. 
He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your belly. The tendrils of magic follow his path, amplifying every sensation, making you feel as if your skin is on fire. You can barely think or breathe; your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
As he reaches your hips, his fingers part your folds, and you feel a rush of cool air against your wetness. His mouth hovers just above your clit, his breath hot and tantalizing. 
"Tell me, darling," Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot, "how does it feel to be at the mercy of a god?"
Before you can answer, his tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with delicate, precise strokes. His magic enhances every touch, making you moan and writhe against the restraints. You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly. 
"Loki I-" He sees your upcoming orgasm and pulls away quickly, enjoying your needy, complaining moan for him.
"Not so easy, darling."
And with another display of his magic, he completely gets rid of his clothes, his disrobed body turning you on even more, the heat of need between your legs almost unbearable.
He brings his already-hard cock near your lips. "Kiss it." and you do, the light hum of satisfaction he makes making you want to absolutely suck him out rather than just a little kiss.
"My filthy little vixen," he says, eyes blazing with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you in place as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation through you, "get ready for your god."
He lets out a low growl, a dark and seductive sound, before slowly pushing into you, his length stretching and filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, with every inch of him sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"You feel so perfect," Loki murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Every part of you was made just for me."
He begins to move, slow and deliberate, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each motion designed to draw out the maximum pleasure to make you feel every inch of him. The binding spell keeps your wrists secured to the bedposts, preventing you from reaching out to touch him, to claw at his back as the pleasure intensifies.
Loki's eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable and electric. He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts. You respond eagerly, your moans muffled against his lips, your body arching to meet his. 
His magic continues to amplify every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive, every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you. The tendrils of magic around your nipples tighten and twist, adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
"Loki," you gasp, barely able to form coherent words. "I can't... it's too much..."
He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "You can take it, darling. You will take it. You will take everything I give you."
His pace quickens, and his thrusts become more urgent and more demanding. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving together. The pleasure builds rapidly, creating a coiling heat in your belly that threatens to consume you entirely.
Loki's hand moves between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight, precise circles. The additional stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your impending orgasm.
"Come for me, darling," Loki commands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come for your god."
His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that leaves you breathless and shaking. The pleasure is overwhelming, your vision going white as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
Loki continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure, his own release imminent. His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own climax.
You can feel him throbbing inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he finally lets go, his own orgasm ripping through him.
With a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you, his groan of pleasure vibrating through your body. He collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and grounding as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you.
For a moment, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Loki's hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure. 
"Fuck, you drive me wild." He murmurs breathlessly. 
"Did you like that, darling?" Loki murmurs against your skin, his voice a seductive purr. "My magic can do so much more." 
You breathlessly chuckle while he traces patterns on your skin. His fingers caress down to your thigh, where he glances at your tattoo.
"We can’t have that." He says in a low voice and grazes his hand over your skin, and the tattoo vanishes.  Loki’s touch lingers on your thigh where the tattoo once was, his magic leaving your skin smooth and unmarked.
"And now you’re mine."
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pome-seed · 17 days ago
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Protective Friends (Right?) Bucky Barnes
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Pairing: Friends to lovers!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky gets protective when your boyfriend intrudes on a get together and goes a little too far.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Verbal harassment. Slut shaming. Verbally abusive relationship themes. Jealousy. Minor violence.
18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact.
Authors Note: Just a little drabble for fun, because I love protective Bucky. ALSO, if you want to be apart of my taglist, let me know :)
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You giggle excitedly, drumming your hands on Sam’s back as he cracks open a beer. “I’m proud of you Sammy,” you cheer. 
You’re all over at Sam, Steve, and Bucky’s apartment to celebrate Sam getting a new job- and leaving the one he’s hated for months. You wanted to celebrate him, but it was also just an excuse to get together. 
You gladly tagged along, since you didn’t often get to join the big group hang outs. You used to, but just not recently. Your boyfriend, John, wasn’t the biggest fan of your friend group. 
Specifically the guys. 
Specifically Bucky.
“Sam you pick the music, or Bucky’s gonna put on some bullshit,” Clint shouts from the kitchen, where he’s making nachos. 
“Watch it,” Bucky snickers from beside you, handing his phone to Sam. “I have great taste in music.”
You suppress a smile. 
Bucky glances down at you, lifting a brow. “I do!”
You hide your smile behind your drink as you take a sip. “Hey, I like your music, you know that.”
“Then what’s with that look, huh?” He bumps you with his elbow. 
“That pout,” You shrug. “You have a pout.”
“I do not pout,” Bucky scoffs.
“Yeah man, you totally do.” Steve shouts from the couch. 
“Hey!” He rolls his eyes. He turns his fond gaze back to you. “I don’t pout.” He repeats, his lips curling in a soft smile. 
“Okay, sure, you don’t.” You chuckle, turning to follow Sam to the kitchen. Bucky follows you wordlessly, like he always does. “So, now that Sam’s making big boy money, is he finally moving out?”
Sam clicks his tongue, handing Bucky a beer. “Hey, don’t go putting ideas in their heads. I’m here for the long run.” He sips from his drink. “Rent ain’t cheap.”
“Why? are you looking for a new roommate?” Bucky leans his hip against the counter, his smile fond as he looks down at you. 
“Natasha’s probably the best roommate I’ll ever have, so no.” You chuckle, glancing at the woman in the living room.
Bucky sighs, shrugging. “Mkay, your loss. Hanging out would be a lot easier if you were just down the hall, though.” He pouts.
“I think I can make do with just a few blocks between us.” You respond.
“Sure about that? You avoid this place like the plague.” He groans, wiggling his fingers at you. 
“I do not,” You roll your eyes. 
But he’s right. You do.
“Keep telling yourself that. Last time you bailed I had to go to the movies with just Sam- awful.” He huffs.
“You went without me-?” you gasp, smacking his arm. 
“You bailed, we already bought the tickets, what were-” Bucky’s sentence is cut short by a loud noise.
A rough pounding on the door cuts through the casual music and laughter. Bucky’s fond chuckle is cut short. He steps back from the group, off to answer the door.
The knocking doesn’t exactly pull you out of the moment just yet. You’re just too caught up in enjoying time with your friends, in a way you haven’t been allowed to in so long.
Bucky opens the door, but his smile dies instantly. 
“Bucky.” John, your boyfriend, grits. 
“John.” Bucky’s grip on the handle tightens. 
You freeze on the spot, muted dread filling your stomach. 
“Where is she?” John huffs, trying to look around Bucky.
“What are you doing here, John-” Bucky grunts as John shoves past him, into the apartment. The air in the room immediately sours as the blonde stomps forward. 
“Hey, what are you-” You start.
“Are you serious, Y/n?” He spits. Someone cuts the music. 
“Woah, calm down- let’s step outside for a minute…” You cringe, glancing at Bucky over his shoulder. 
“Why? It’s pretty fucking clear you wanted to be here bad enough that you’d lie to me. Why not let them see this?”
“Lie to you?” You gawk. “What are you talking about?” Natasha crosses her arms from a few feet away, her protective nature gearing up as she listens. 
“Don’t play stupid, Y/n. You told me you’d stop hanging out with these people. You know how I feel about them.” He spits, inching closer. 
“Okay, man,” Bucky steps forward, “take a breath and calm down. There’s no need to yell.” He tries to keep things easy, tries to save the peace. 
John whips back to look at Bucky. “Stay the fuck out of this, James.”
Even you flinch at the use of his real name. “John please can we just-”
“How could you go behind my back like this- and here of all places!” John shouts in your face. “You know how I feel about him!” He gestures angrily at Bucky. 
Bucky frowns, yanking John back by the arm. “Look, I don’t know what has you so fucking pissed off, but you need to calm down, or get the fuck out of my house. You’re not gonna talk to her like that.”
Your boyfriend yanks his arm free and steps into the other man's face. “Why? How I talk to my girlfriend isn’t any of your fucking business, Barnes.”
You wince, your hands clasped together in front of your lips. “Oh god-”
Natasha’s hand pets your back silently as she watches Bucky try to calm the blonde man down. 
“It doesn’t matter, you’re not going to throw a fit and yell in her face. Especially not in my house.” Bucky refuses to back down, his deep disgust for the other showing in his expression.
“It doesn’t matter?” John scoffs. He glances back at you with a scowl. “Is this why you’re here?” He shouts. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You huff, throwing your hands up. 
“Him!” John turns back to Buck, shoving a hand into his chest. “Is that it? I fucking knew it, man. I fucking-
“What are you talking about?” The brunette frowns. 
“Are you fucking my girlfriend?” John spits. 
The words are so out of left field that the entire room goes silent. It was already tensely awkward, but now it’s dead silent. Your jaw drops open as a flushed heat stains your skin red. 
John has never been quiet about his insecurities, and specifically his insecurity around Bucky. Bucky is everything John wishes he could be, whether he wants to admit it or not. He’s always been convinced that you had feelings for the man- or the other way around.
And he never lets you forget it. 
Since the moment the two men met, your boyfriend was sour. He got angry every time you mentioned him, and always demanded you stay home from group outings that the man would be a part of.
“What?” Bucky chokes. 
“Are you fucking my girlfriend?”
Bucky’s confused gaze flickers to you over John's shoulder. Your stomach drops, humiliation burning hot beneath your skin. “John please stop- that’s not- we’re not-” You blurt, your sentence finding no end. 
John steps back, looking between the two of you. “That’s why you wanted to come over here, isn’t it? Why you lied to me?” He shakes his head, how scowl curling deeper. “You’re fucking him. You’re a fucking liar, Y/n.”
“Alright, that’s enough-” Bucky’s jaw snaps tight. He yanks John back by the arm dragging him towards the door. “You need to shut your mouth.”
John laughs, his hysterics scaring you, frankly. “Yeah? You don’t want me insulting your little whore? Why not- she gives great head when you knock her down a peg, trust me.”
You barely have time to yelp before Bucky’s fist connects with John's jaw. 
The blonde stumbles back a step, his back hitting the dresser by the door. 
Sam winces from behind you, huddled against the wall with the rest of your friends as they watch this play out. 
John grunts, his hand cradling his bruised jaw. “Fuck-” he groans. 
Bucky yanks him back up by the collar, then gets up in his face. “I better never hear you say another fucking word about her, or I’ll break your fucking jaw next time.” He spits, then yanks open the front door. 
Steve steps past you as he finally steps in, pulling Bucky back. “Okay, okay man- let’s not let this get out of hand.” He mutters, helping to shove your boyfriend out the front door. 
Before the door can slam shut, John shoves his boot in the frame. “Y/n, if you stay here-”
“She’s not going anywhere with you, asshole.” Steve struggles to keep Bucky from swinging again. 
“Fine, keep her.” John snarls, glaring at you through the men. “She’s a lousy fuck anyways.” He stomps down the hall.
The door clicks shut. 
For a moment, the entire room is silent.
The comfortable atmosphere died, along with the rest of your dignity. Nobody moves. Nobody speaks. But then Bucky’s heavy gaze falls on you, and you can’t take it.
You shove out of Natasha’s arms and rush down the hall. Bucky calls your name, but you ignore him. You slam the bathroom door shut behind you and burst into humiliated tears. 
What the fuck just happened? You knew John didn’t like your friends, but you never lied to him. You’ve only been together for a few months, but you’ve always been loyal. Bucky has been one of your best friends for years, but you’ve never crossed that boundary with him.
No matter what you may have once felt for him. 
You didn’t mean for this to happen. But why did it all feel like it was your fault?
The party was ruined. 
Your relationship was ruined. 
Your friendship with Bucky? God you can’t even imagine facing him after everything John said. He’s so kind and so gentle, so understanding and always there for you. But this was just mortifying. 
A gentle knock makes you jump. 
“Hey, can I come in for a sec, doll?” Bucky’s sweet voice vibrates through the door. 
Your stomach twists with dread as you wipe your tears. “Yeah…” You whisper. The door creaks open, but you refuse to look up. You stare down at your lap, your body tense where you sit on the edge of the tub. 
“Hey,” Bucky mutters, clicking the door shut. “You okay?”
You suck in a shaky breath. “Yeah…” Your hands curl to fists in your lap. “I’m so sorry-” You huff, slapping a hand over your face. 
Bucky flinches, his brows furrowing. “Woah- no, no, don’t be,” he rushes forward, kneeling before you. Your lips press into a thin line as you try to keep from crying. “Hey, hey, it’s okay-” he whispers. His large fingers slip carefully around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your face. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
You frown, blinking up at him. Your stomach drops beneath his gaze, shame burning in your veins. 
“It’s not your fault that he’s a dick,” His thumb strokes your inner wrist, refusing to let you go. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
You nod, your gaze flickering in the space between you, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “I’m fine- he just gets like this. He gets jealous…”
Bucky frowns, tilting his head up at you. “He does that kind of stuff often? Does he-” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “Does he always talk to you like that?”
You shrug awkwardly. “Sometimes.” You murmur. “Mostly-” you pause, glancing up at him. He waits patiently. “Mostly just when you’re involved…”
His grip on your wrist twitches. “What do you mean?” Though he already knows the answer. Because he heard everything John said, every poisoned, directed word. 
“He’s just insecure.” You shrug, wiping your cheek on your shoulder. “He’s always been insecure about you. He’s paranoid that you’re in love with me, or something.” You huff, staring down at your lap. 
“Oh,” he mutters, his thumb still carefully stroking your inner wrist. 
You glance up at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. But he doesn’t. He stays silent as he watches you. You almost flinch when his free hand grazes your cheek, wiping at your tear streak. 
“Oh?” You prompt.
He tilts his head, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “He’s not wrong.” He admits, like it’s any other minute sentence. Your lips part in shock, your chest clenching in unexpected emotion. “But I don’t want that to make you think he’s right for what he did. He should never talk to you like that.”
“He’s not wrong?” You blurt, the rest of his sentence going straight over your head.
Bucky sighs and wipes a hand down his face. When he finally looks back up at you, his ears are tinted a soft pink. “Yeah, sweetheart. He’s not wrong.”
“You like me?” You gape.
He huffs, his lips twitching into a smile. “Did you hear anything else I said?” You swallow, shaking your head honestly. “Y/n, I like you, I’ve always liked you. But you’re my best friend, and you have a stupid ass boyfriend, and he doesn’t treat you right. I’m not saying that because of how I feel, I’m saying that because you’re my best friend, and I never want to see anyone talk to you- or about you- like he did.”
You chew at your cheek, flustered and still deeply humiliated. You nod, listening as he speaks. 
“If you stay with him, that's your decision, and I’ll be there for you. Period, that’s it. But he doesn’t treat you right, and it’ll only get worse. That's how guys like that work.”
You listen and try not to just hang onto those three words, but it’s hard. You want to digest what he’s saying, but sadly, you’ve already thought of it. You know John's behavior is unhealthy. You know it’s a slippery slope to violence and even worse verbal abuse. 
You nod, lowering your head. “I know, I just- I thought it would get better.”
“Do you like him? Not the version of him you first met, but the guy you know.” He tilts his head at you. You can’t fathom how Bucky can so easily have this conversation after what he just confessed. You don’t know how he can do this.
“I…” You contemplate his question, thinking over the last few months of your relationship. 
Deep down you already knew the answer. Because even the version of him that you met wasn’t striking. You weren’t head over heels in love with John. You just noticed him, and he noticed you. He took you home, and took you out every week since then. You thought he could be funny, and he could be kind, but his temper was always short. 
It always felt like you were a third wheel in your relationship, sharing space with him and his ego. 
And truth was, there was only one reason you ever went out with John to begin with. 
Bucky.
You just wanted to find an outlet, a distraction, a way to move on from the heavy weight in your chest you’ve felt for years.
“I don’t want to stay with him.” You start. “Because he was right.”
He stiffens, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “About me?”
“About me,” you whisper. “That he was a distraction for me.” You glance up into those pretty blue eyes. “He was right, because I’ve always liked you.” You confess with a heavy sigh. 
Bucky’s fingers twitch around your wrist, his brows shooting to his hairline. “Huh?”
You blush, your chin dropping to your chest. “I have to repeat it? I’ve already had a pretty embarrassing evening-”
“I heard you,” he mutters, his hand slipping into yours now. “Are you sure?”
You nod, your stomach twisting. “Yeah, I’m sure…”
He tries to suppress his ill timed smile- because this really isn’t the time for this- but he can’t. “Oh.”
A soft knock echoes against the door.
“Hey, everything okay in there?” Natasha mutters from the other side. 
“Uh- yeah,” Bucky shouts, his gaze fixed on yours. “All good…”
“I don’t want to go out yet- or ever, honestly.” You mutter, your fingers twitching against his.
“Okay,” He nods, crisscrossing his legs on the floor. “We can stay here for as long as you need.” 
And those simple words remind you of why Bucky was always the one for you, not anyone else. Because he would always be kind to you. He would always be there, patient and loving. 
He would always be Bucky.
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A/N: Not amazing, but just a little self indulgent. Also, fun fact- all the things John says are based off real events.
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cece693 · 3 months ago
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So I had this silly idea of a character being super duper shy around you and who better else to write about than Pietro Maximoff. Not many fanfics are on Tumblr about him (which isn't all that suprising considering he dies by the end of his first movie) but in my heart he's very much alive. Hope you enjoy!
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Tongue Tied
pairing: pietro maximoff x gender neutral reader tags: Pietro is a mess, wanda is a good sister, reader is amused but likes Pietro, the speedster is adorable
Pietro had a routine: wake up, shower, eat breakfast in a hurry (sometimes literally), and then spend the day reminding the Avengers just how fast he was. Confidence was basically his middle name. That is, until you came along. All it took was your shy smile—once—and boom. Suddenly, Pietro was about as smooth as a pothole-filled road.
Accident #1:
Your first week at the Avengers compound was a whirlwind. And when you asked Pietro for a tour, he practically teleported to your side. Wanda, arms folded, watched with a mischievous grin from the corner, ready to document his inevitable blunders.
Pietro cleared his throat. “So, um, this is the training room,” he said, gesturing to a door. “And that’s—” Only, the door he pointed to was actually a storage closet. Wanda snickered.
“Oh,” you said, peeking inside at a broom and mop. “State-of-the-art training gear, huh?”
Pietro’s eyes widened, cheeks burning. “Ha! Yes, definitely not the training room. That’s…um…storage. This—this is the training room.” He zipped across the hall to the correct door so fast, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
An awkward silence filled the space between you while Wanda silently mimed a facepalm. Pietro didn’t look remotely cool as he tried to recover, but you just smiled, amused. “I like the personal touch,” you teased. “Broom-fighting is a lost art.” Pietro managed a shaky laugh. Maybe you found it endearing—he could only hope.
Accident #2:
The Avengers often hosted casual cookouts on the compound’s spacious lawn, complete with steaks, veggie burgers, and unfortunate attempts at comedic karaoke from Tony. You and Pietro ended up manning the grill together—a recipe for comedic disaster. “I got this,” Pietro insisted confidently. He flipped burgers at record speed, so quickly that half of them landed in questionable angles on the grill.
You tried not to laugh as one burger sailed off into the grass. “Huh, I think that one tried to make a break for it.”
“Yeah, well…” Pietro pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I’ll just pick it up.” He was back in a flash, depositing the rogue burger in the trash can while giving you a sheepish grin.
Wanda breezed by, eyeing Pietro’s stumbling attempts. Leaning in close so only he could hear, she teased, “Your face is as red as hot sauce.”
He rolled his eyes. “Go away, Wanda.”
But you overheard, chuckling. “I think it’s cute,” you said lightly, hoping to ease his nerves. Immediately, Pietro dropped his spatula. It clanged onto the grill with a loud metallic thunk. He stared at it, wide-eyed, while Wanda practically had to bury her face in her hands to stifle her laughter.
Accident #3:
Pietro loved nicknames. He threw them around like confetti—“Hawky” for Clint, “Tin Man” for Tony, “Red” for Wanda. But he hadn’t come up with one for you yet. Not for lack of trying…he just kept choking on his words each time he tried.
One afternoon, you were in the common lounge, reading a book, when Pietro zoomed in, nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. He waved it off casually, muttering something about “lousy furniture placement.”
“Hey,” you greeted. “What’s up?”
“Um. Nothing. You, er, do you want to—” He exhaled in frustration. “Grab a bite to eat? Maybe see a movie?”
Your eyes lit up. “Oh! That sounds great.”
Pietro’s relieved smile nearly split his face. “Cool! That’s—great. Awesome. Perfect.” He then tried to do his usual flirty finger-gun move, but ended up accidentally pointing at Wanda behind you. Which made him look more than a little unhinged.
Wanda arched an eyebrow from the kitchen. “You see, this is painful for me. Personally, I never thought I’d watch my brother turn into…this.”
You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Wanda’s dramatic pity act, placing your book down. “Don’t be too hard on him,” you said, sending Pietro a fond smile.
The speedster, desperately trying to salvage his cool, opened his mouth to retort—but all that came out was a strangled cough. He quickly cleared his throat, mentally cursing himself for failing to say something suave like, I’m just dazzled by you, obviously.
Wanda decided she’d seen enough: her brother might never confess how he felt unless he got some help. She cornered you in the gym, where you were finishing up a routine. “You know my brother’s head-over-heels for you, right?” she said matter-of-factly.
You blinked in surprise, setting down a dumbbell. “I had a feeling. I…uh, like him too.” Your smile was bashful but unguarded. “He’s sweet, in his own weird, speedy way.”
Wanda smirked. “Well, I’m tired of watching him embarrass himself. Let’s do something about that.”
She proposed a plan: she’d lure Pietro to the observation deck, a quiet place perfect for stargazing, conveniently around the same time you’d be there. An accidental rendezvous, if you will. That evening, you stood on the open-air platform, staring up at the twinkling sky. The gentle wind ruffled your hair as you waited. Right on cue, Pietro arrived—though not at his usual breakneck speed. He sauntered in, probably coached by Wanda to “act normal,” though you could see the pulse in his neck beating fast.
“So,” you said, turning to face him. “Wanda said you wanted to talk?”
Pietro swallowed, his confidence visibly slipping. “I—yes, I did. But I—I didn’t know she’d, you know, ambush me like this. Not that I mind talking to you!” He paused to take a breath, clearly annoyed at himself for rambling. “Look,” he began again, more softly, “I like you. A lot.”
Your face heated at his directness. “Well, that’s good, because I feel the same way.”
The relief that flooded Pietro’s features was priceless, like he was finally able to breathe. “Seriously? Because sometimes I worry I’m, uh, coming off as a total dork—”
“Dork’s a strong word,” you teased, stepping a bit closer. “I’d say adorable.”
Pietro blinked. “Adorable? Me? That’s new.”
You laughed, the sound echoing sweetly under the stars. Without thinking, Pietro reached for your hand. Not to whisk you away at supersonic speed, but to gently lace his fingers through yours. “Maybe,” he ventured, “we could do something not orchestrated by my meddling sister? Like an actual date?”
Your nod was immediate. “I’d love that.”
When the two of you finally returned inside, hand in hand, it was as if the entire compound had been lying in wait. Clint almost dropped a bowl of popcorn in shock, while Tony paused mid-sip of his coffee, eyebrows shooting up. “Well, well,” Tony said, smirking. “Looks like Speedy finally found his voice.”
Pietro rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Tin Man." From across the room, Wanda gave a thumbs-up, wiggling her eyebrows. You mouthed a “thank you,” and she winked.
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hattersrabbit · 2 months ago
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GOODNESS INCARNATE
yandere avengers x kryptonian! reader | sfw
CW! male reader, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, toxic behavior, overprotective avengers, obsessive behavior, golden retriever! reader, ambiguous ending
Summary! at some point something fell from earth and crashed into earth. A new hero rises up in the city of Metropolis and catches the eye of Earth’s Mightiest Defenders, and it ends up getting a bit too far.
✎ᝰ.don’t ask about the timeline or anything call it an au where endgame doesn’t happen :D
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Somewhere in Kansas a space shuttle fell to earth. It was never found, but the couple said to be incapable of having children had a child, and a dog too.
A child that was above from normal. That being you. An alien from the planet Krypton that had died. You and your dog, Krypto being the only one of your kind.
The last surviving Kryptonians.
Your new parents were a joy to have. You loved them and they raised you very protectively, and in return you cared for them.
With your strength, and Krypto you helped save your city Metropolis for the first time. The massive billionaire Lex Luthor caused massive damage and almost killed a bunch of people if not for you.
Dressed in blue and red you were a symbol of hope. The S across your chest being a family crest. One of the last of your parents own existence.
The people loved you, and you find the world was interested in you. A hero that came out of nowhere.
And certainly you were loved. Nick Fury couldn’t deny the need to get you on the team of train wrecks.
In fact, it could all be seen all the way to a Spider Boy who could only look at the footage in awe. The hero was someone who Peter Parker aimed to be.
Beside him was Wanda, the Scarlet Witch who looked on with awe in her eyes as well. As a woman who’s gone after bad thing after bad thing she couldn’t help but want goodness.
You were goodness. She could feel it, even if it was through a video.
Tony was apprehensive but even so he never seen someone so good. It was like you never faced horror ever. Your kindness and not a hint of showing off, or playing around while fighting.
Determination.
Captain America; Steve Rogers saw himself in you. Goodness that he could never achieve. One that smiled despite it all, while somberness swallowed him into a boastful mouth.
Bucky would have to agree. He was smiling once back then, and you were literal sunshine. A smile on those lips with such natural strength, and treating civilians with such kindness.
Thor found you adorable, and could feel that you were worthy of his hammer. Even through videos of you he felt like you were worthy. Absolutely beautiful he also thought. What man could fly through the air so gracefully like that. Without a care, and just as quick.
Natasha and Clint admired you. Albeit maybe it was a sense of something they never got. A man who hadn’t ever killed in his life, and was smiling. A sense of light they never got, and there you were.
Sunshine for them to bask themselves in.
Bruce felt wary but you were strong. No anger seemed to be in your body. Surely yes you seemed angry at Lex Luthor but that was for obvious reasons. You weren’t always angry like him. Angry only when necessary, unlike him.
Control of yourself is what you had.
A semblance of this world is that it was corrupt. A source of true good like you, and while you weren’t of them you believed in good.
Good in human beings.
The avengers knew better.
So when you’re recruited they aimed to make sure you’d ease into that reality. When offered the chance you jumped at it.
Imagine the surprise when Krypto arrived by your side. The avengers were no less taken aback and flustered.
You smiled big and wide. Nothing to hide and kind to them all.
Unbeknownst to you the immediate thought of you changed. A being that was good and needed to be protected. This group had been through terrible things, and it brought them down.
Made them turn darker.
Wanda knew that better than anyone.
Bucky hated himself for it.
Peter remembered the days when people knew of him, and how in those last moments back then he almost committed true murder.
They hid it well.
Steve would greet you with open arms and a welcoming smile, “Welcome to the team!” He would pat you on the shoulder. He would blink when it felt like metal.
You would laugh brightly, and saying a lot of people said that. Although it wasn’t like you were gonna say you were an alien. Not yet anyway.
They would find out anyway. Thanking Wanda for that, for she read your mind.
Imagine the wonder Peter had when he talked to you. Over the years now that he was Spider-Man he had lost his once happy attitude in being a hero.
You a little older than him was still hopeful, and hadn’t started as a teenager. You were hopeful and Peter couldn’t help but admire you. That smile; the one he lost and you still had it.
You can’t blame him when he stole one of your notebooks. The pages had tons of notes of your perceived faults and self-hatred. Don’t blame him when he shows Steve and Tony.
Don’t mind the confusion when the entire team is praising you more than usual. Any time you lift something instead of the Hulk Bruce smiles. His anger dismissed and he’s praising you despite his shy nature.
Don’t be surprised when you get hurt and spit blood that you get tested by the scientist. Tony even going as far as tweaking your suit to make sure you’re more protected. It was sweet, but useless venture to say you didn’t need it.
Of course you needed it. You were young, and even had fewer experience than Peter. You had no idea what you were talking about. Bruce and Tony were older.
They knew better, and told you that.
Naively, you shrugged it off. Krypto would only tilt his head at the them, and albeit he became much more close to you.
Wanda didn’t seem to like the change.
Once or twice Krypto would stare at her. ‘Try it.’ The dog was protective and a nuisance. He could feel the darkness. The woman was more susceptible to the darkness. The obsession of getting you to herself.
The others so far, Bruce and Tony already got hands on you when you got injured. Although never really seemed to look into your mind. What if you got brain damage?
She could fix it. Her magic would change it from affecting you. Peter had too much time with you. She was more your age, so you should be with her.
In a way you reminded her of Vision. Kind and understanding. Normalcy that she begged for and clung to.
Maybe she could change the dog but you would notice. It would make you sad, and she didn’t want that. Surely she was wanting you to herself, but your happiness also mattered.
She would be careful.
Get Krypto’s trust was her plan.
The two who have killed before were floored with the kindness. With the protectiveness you gave them.
In act of almost being killed you rang over them with your huge size and protecting them in the blast. Your scream of pain was loud in their ears.
Thor heard it loud and clear. The enemy was on the floor in seconds. Too brutal for normal, and you questioned Thor.
The god gave an excuse that you completely fell for. Too sweet and naive for this world. A sheltered kid in the Midwest fields, with protective parents.
Still too unforgiving of this horrible world.
Thor couldn’t tell you that he almost aimed to kill the attacker.
Natasha would share a look with him.
They knew. Murder was out of the question, but when you screamed like that they knew that maybe maiming was the move. Clint would talk to you as the two discussed what to do with the assailant.
Hearing the news Bucky would want to check over your wounds. There were none but it didn't stop him from getting those mental fingers on your bare skin.
You would shiver. Cold against your warm skin. Shining like the sun Bucky would think. Steve would look too.
A body like his own and invincible to harm.
At least they thought.
Kryptonite was horrible. Lex Luthor's laugh haunted them. You on the floor and holding your chest. Blood flowing from your mouth and a bullet in your chest.
Bruce was terrified.
Peter and Wanda beside themselves.
And so when you awake from your slumber don't ask about the disappearance of Lex Luthor. Don't ask why you can't hear his distinct heat beat.
Don't ask your still on bed rest, and Krypto is so much more hostile towards everyone now. Wary of Wanda and her glares to your dog.
Don't ask why Bruce's lingering touch stayed.
Don't ask why your mind seemed played with.
Don't bother with the protective members who've been known to kill before to be so close to you.
Don’t tell Peter to leave your side. Don't ask Steve to stop defending your city, Metropolis.
All the avengers ask of you is to keep that smile on your face no matter how confused you are.
To keep there goodness, and to never be corrupted.
To be good.
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