#devilbat challenge

[beansterpie]

K I threw together a translation for the new es21 anniversary chapter! There's probably mistakes and some awkward phrasing because I always end up prioritizing accuracy over flow rip. Hopefully the way I've formatted this isn't a total pain to read. I recommend looking at the page first, and then referring to the translation when you can't read something. I skipped any panels that don't have dialogue/text so just reading the translations might be confusing. Anyway it's under the cut!

(Lol sorry I didn't bother translating character blurbs on the right)

Page 1 Panel 1: Announcer: “Noooooww, there’s barely any time left on the clock! This final play will decide the outcome of the match!!” Panel 2: “One of these teams will command the University American Football World!! Panel 3: Which one will it be!? Panel 4: Two star players who once fought together now face off— Panel 5: in this Final Decisive Match”

Page 2-3 Panel 1: Eyeshield 21 aka: Kobayakawa Sena!! VS. The Commander from Hell: Hiruma Yoichi!! Panel 2: Set, Hut!!!

Cover page (4-5): Their First Collision!! Sena [Eyeshield 21] and Hiruma [the one who named him (literally the ‘parent’ who named him)]—

Page 6 Panel 1: [Some months earlier—] Panel 3: DEVILBAT GHOST!!

Page 7 Panel 1: TRIDENT TACKLE!!!

Page 8-9 Panel 1: The ball was fumbled!! Whichever team manages to claim it will win….!! Panel 2: [An American Football rule you can understand in 1 SECOND] Devilbat: YA—HA— It’s stupidly simple! Carry the ball to the enemy line and score (a touchdown)! DB jr.: You can get around 7 points! Panel 4: Monta: CATCH MAX!!! Panel 5: Suzuna: YA—!!! Panel 6: Announcer: The Kanto representatives for the Japanese National American Football University Championships is the team lead by Eyeshield 21 aka. Kobayakawa Sena— the Enma Fires…..!!!!

Page 10 Panel 1: Sakuraba: You really got revenge on us this year. It’s frustrating but it was our total defeat….! Panel 2: Sena: Though, one-on-one, for the most part I couldn’t really get past you (Shin-san) until the very end… Panel 4: Shin: undecipherable Panel 6: Ootawara: OOOOHHHHH MAKE SURE YOU HIT THEM HARD ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US, KURITA—!! Panel 7: Takami: Finally, you’ve earned the right to challenge the undefeated champions Page 11 Panel 1 & 2: Takami: The championship finals against the team lead by Hiruma, the Saikyodai Wizards— at the Koushien Bowl….!!! Panel 3: Sena: Yes….!!

Page 12 Panel 4: Monta: Mukya! What the hell, we can’t get into the club room! Riku: Looks like we have a few visitors— Panel 5: Crowd: The United States President’s son?? Even SP (I believe this is a tv channel) is here… Page 13 Panel 3: Sena: T-this is way too crazy… Kurita: To clear away people like this…..

Page 14 Panel…2?: Hiruma: Kekekekeke, you’re late fucking Fatty and fucking Shrimps Panel 3: Kurita: HIRUMA! Sena: —san!! Monta: And that guy’s from the American Match, the ultimate boss… wait actually, he’s a NFL player now! Page 15 Panel 1: It’s the President’s Junior, Mr. Don….!! Panel 2: Don: An ordinary person goes to a foreign country to run rampant for their own entertainment. A champion (or king lol) goes to a foreign country to express his respect. Panel 3: Don: In this country, it seems excessive meddling from pros in the affairs of amateurs isn’t appreciated, so I’ll get straight to the heart of the matter. Panel 4: Don: Together we will fight and acquire the throne. I’ve come to welcome/receive one hero. Panel 6: Kurita: ?? Monta: What does that mean? Sena: Isn’t this excessive meddling…..

Page 16 Panel 1: Crack! Panel 2: Sena: ….?? Inside my shoulder pad… Panel 3: Sena: What is this, it’s tiny… A white chip? Monta: Ooh, it’s in our shoulder pads too!! Riku: Since when… Panel 4: Hiruma: It’s called an RFID (radio frequency identification (apparently lol)) chip. When you have this on— Panel 5: Glasses: The current location of each player can be determined and measured by inches. Stats like speed and acceleration, it can analyze all data in real time. Enma Babes (presumably): A SCI-FI MACHINE LIKE THAT EXISTS!? Page 17 Panel 1: Don: There’s nothing Sci-Fi about it. Within the NFL world, all players have been using this for a number of years now. Sena & Monta: REALLY!!? Hiruma: They even have them inside the balls. Since you can measure the rotations that way Devibat: It’s true!! DB jr.: The actual pro sports world sure is turning into something amazing! Panel 2: Riku: So, this data analysis chip… Panel 3: Riku: Why are they in our protective equipment…?? Sena: I mean, there’s only one person in this world who would be devilish enough to quietly do something like that… Panel 4: Glasses: With this hoard of collected data, and by using the help of something like Google Brain, we can rely on machine learning to— Sena: Goo… what? Machine…?? Panel 5: Don: How sad~ Oohh, AI, AI! Civilization has simply taken the human privilege of ‘thinking’, and given it up to machines.

Page 18 Panel 1: Don: Most of all, humanity’s been dulled by favoritism, politics and social correctness. Well, compared to a slow/primitive ruler, it’s (AI) infinitely more reliable. Panel 2: [For our team to reach victory, what kind of player is indispensable? The answer provided by the AI was—] Panel 3: A running back with the speed of light! Or— A phantasmagoric (look it up) quarterback! Panel 5: Glasses: International Player Pass Way Program. In short, there is one slot available for a foreign student trainee as the Japanese representative. Don: Which means that we would be receiving you into our team. Page 19 Panel 1: Kobayakawa Sena, Hiruma Yoichi: between the two of you, only one—

Page 20 Panel 3: (I believe this is some sort of form that Sena filled out about what he wants to pursue after graduation— he says after graduation he wants to become a pro American Football athlete) Panel 4: Hiruma: With my physical abilities, I won’t be able to get into the NFL the usual way. Panel 5: Hiruma: Obviously, I’ll struggle for the top even if it kills me. That’s the thing that makes it fun….! Page 21 Panel 1: Don: When I consulted the man at the top, Panther, about which one to pick— he gave me a truly straightforward answer. Panel 2: Panther: Hm? Well they’re going to have a confrontation directly in the Koshien Bowl, aren’t they? Panel 3: Panther: Sena VS. Hiruma!! We’ll just take whoever wins. Because, isn’t that American Football…!!

Page 22 Panel 1: Sena: …… this contest against Hiruma-san, I’m glad that it’s an American football match. Panel 2: Sena: If it wasn’t, there’s no way I could win against Hiruma-san, you’d bring out your blackmail book and in an instant…. Hiruma: Kekeke, seems like you understand the situation reeeeal well Panel 3: Sena: I mean, whether it’s Don-san’s AI verdict or the pro tryouts— if you put your mind to it, you could use your blackmail book to get whatever you wanted. But, Hiruma-san, when it comes to American football, you’ve always…. you’ve always— Panel 5: Toss~ Panel 6: Hiruma: Well, since I’m going to win against you and become a top pro, I don’t need this thing. Page 23 Panel 5: Sena: But, the one who’ll win is me

Page 24 Sena: I’ll go to defeat you with all my strength. So, Hiruma-san, you also— Hiruma: Kekeke, naturally Page 25 Panel 1: HANSHIN KOSHIEN STADIUM Panel 3: Kurita: Truthfully, I want to root for both of their dreams— For Sena-kun, and for Hiruma. But if I really can’t choose both—

Page 26-27 Panel 1: Kurita: FUNNURABAAA!!!!! Panel 2: Kurita: For the sake of my team, and for Sena-kun’s sake, I’ll defeat Hiruma…..!!! Panel 3: Announcer: Koshien Bowl, the final, decisive match! Against the Saikyodai Wizards, made up of all star members throughout the country— Panel 4: Announcer: Somehow!! The Enma Fires are just slightly in the lead!! Panel 5: Gaou: Fuh… Half of American football is decided by the power of the line. This is the unmatched power of Kurita when he has something to protect….!!!

Page 28 Panel 1: Announcer: Noooooww, there’s barely any time left on the clock! This final play will decide the outcome of the match!! Panel 2: Announcer: Two star players who once fought together now face off— Panel 3: Announcer: In this Final Decisive Match!! Panel 4: Announcer: Eyeshield 21 aka. Kobayakawa Sena!! Vs. The Commander from Hell, Hiruma Yoichi!! Page 29 Panel 1: Hiruma: KILL! KILL! Panel 2: Suzuna: K.I.L.L…..to kill? What’s it mean? Doburoku: In American football, it’s a sign that’s given by the pitcher. It means to completely kill the strategy that had been agreed upon. To put it simply, it’s a signal to hurriedly reset the strategy of the play. Panel 3: Mizumachi: After seeing our defense formation, looks like they want to change things up! Panel 4: Sena: Hiruma-san’s— that ever-changing adaptability’s strength—

Page 30 Panel 1: Hiruma: Kill— Panel 4: Unsui: NO!! THERE HASN’T BEEN ANY CHANGE IN HIS PLAN!! Page 31 Panel 1: Hiruma (I think): This was just a snap counter from the get go— A signal to start the play after the 4th KILL…!!! Panel 2: Enma player: Shit, even though we know what kind of guy he is! Enma player 2: He’s gonna throw a pass— Enma player 3: No, don’t let Hiruma trick you! He’s not throwing— he’s still holding it!! Panel 3: This is a run….!! Panel 5: Shit, that’s wrong, it’s a pass after all….!!!

Page 32 TOUCHDOOOOWN!!! Page 33 Panel 1: Hiruma: YA— HA—!!! Panel 2: Announcer: The final decisive battle was completely controlled by the sorcerer of the field-- Hiruma Yoichi! (there's actually a word in this line I don't understand lol, but this should be the general gist) Panel 3: Announcer: In a sudden turnabout victory, the Saikyodai Wizards win the championship—

Page 34 Panel 1: Announcer: —No, the remaining time on the clock is 1 second!! Panel 2: Hiruma: !! Taka: That was my bad. Panel 3: Taka: On the ground was Sena-kun with his light speed, and in the air Monta was closing in. I had no choice but to catch the ball one second earlier than planned. Panel 5: Unsui (presumably): — 1 second left. Whether we laugh or cry about it, this will be the final play— Page 35 Panel 1: Sena: These sort of seriously close calls… I dunno if you’d call it deja vu or— Panel 2: Monta: That’s right! This is the kind of cliff’s edge that we’ve run along a bunch of times! Panel 3: Agon: Aaaahhh? Ain’t this match already certain victory— Panel 4: Agon: —If we weren’t up against the tiny trash brigade, that is. Hiruma: Kekeke yo~~~ You also know what’s up huh, fucking dreads. Panel 6: Yamato: That’s right, all of us should know by now well enough that it hurts. Panel 7: Yamato: That there are demon-like men out there whose power explodes during dire straits like this.

Page 36 Panel 1: That there was once a miraculous team called the Devilbats— Panel 2: Hiruma: The last play will be Eyeshield 21! They’ll 100,000,000,000% comes at us with Sena’s run!! Anything else is a ruse, completely ignore it, don’t even think 1mm that it’ll be anything else!! Panel 3: Unsui: There’s only one way to go: Sena’s run. All of us will open a path!! Page 37 Panel 1 & 2: Sena’s Run, Complete Specialized All Star Team!! VS. Anti-Sena formation, Complete Specialized All Star Team!!

Page 38: — DON! Page 39 Panel 1: Announcer: Remaining time: 0 seconds! Panel 2: Announcer: With this last play, it’s game set! Panel 4: Yamabushi: Rodio Drive!! Are they coming with Riku!? Taka: No— Panel 6: Riku: Sena…!!

Page 40 Panel 3: IKKYUU…!! Panel 4: How can he reach it, to go into a cut from such a distance…..

Page 42 Panel 1: Sena: UUOOOOOOOOHH!! Panel 2: Mamori: Sena…! Panel 3: Ikkyuu: That guy’s too damn fast— I already knew that but…..!! Panel 4: Announcer: Sure enough, in the end they went with the light speed running back, Eyeshield 21!!! Page 43 Panel 1: Mizumachi: Uha! I said make way! Panel 3: Chuubou: A path for Sena-senpai….!!!

Page 44-45 Panel 3: Announcer: He’s passed everyone! At this rate it’s a touchdown—!!! Panel 4: Hiruma: Kekeke, dig out your eyeballs and give them a good wash— take another look. It’s not over. Panel 5: Kid: He’ll stand in the way— in the end, the ultimate opponent—

Page 46 Panel 1: AGON!!! Page 47 Panel 2: Shin: Sena’s Devilbat Ghost has been fully realized. Panel 3: Shin: It’s a perfect technique for a runner to get past his opponent. The Optimal Technique/Solution.

Page 48 Panel 2: vvrrrrr (vibration sounds) Panel 3: Glasses: The Optimal Solution for this situation is none other than the Devilbat Ghost. But even then, Agon who possesses inherent superhuman reaction speed will likely stop him. Panel 4: [That is the judgement the machine learning system has made based on the real time analysis from the RFID chip] Page 49 Panel 3: Shin: The essential thing you need to reach new heights, is to surpass your Optimal Technique/Solution™— with Courage™ Panel 5: Sena: That’s right— my road isn’t limited only to the two directions that I can dodge Panel 6: Shin: It relies on his light speed cuts. A third option, much like a trident. In a manner of speaking—

Page 50 Panel 1: DEVILBAT TRIDENT!!! Page 51 Panel 1: Mizumachi: You mean he might not dodge!? Riku: A headlong collision!! There’s no way… Panel 2: Glasses: It’s absolutely impossible, how reckless. There’s no chance of winning. The AI declares that this is at most a feint. In the end, Sena will definitely move to evade him! Panel 3: Hiruma: Kekeke, you’re wrong. It’s a hundred billion years too early to try getting past using that hand. Panel 4: Hiruma: But that’s why you’ll go for it. Isn’t that right, Sena. Panel 5: Agon: Aaahhh~~ Hiruma, I’ve fought with you so many times it makes me sick, so I already know all of that….!!!

Page 52 Panel 1: Hiruma ??: The Human brain hasn’t been able to compete with semiconductors for a long time. I’m sure it’ll aaaalll become like that in the future. Panel 2: Hiruma: When it comes to searching for Optimal Solutions™, no one can compete against Sir AI anymore. But— Panel 3: Shin: Beyond the Optimal Solution™ Panel 4: Beyond even the very summit— you continue to struggle with only courage at your back. Page 53 Panel 1: THAT IS WHAT AN ATHLETE IS Panel 3: ??: I’LL GO PRO AND KILL EVERYONE!! Panel 4: ??: I’LL SURPASS THE TOP!!! Panel 5: ??: That athlete will be—

Page 54-55 Panel 1: Hiruma: ME Panel 2: Sena: ME Panel 3: [He surpasses theory, with his light speed courage—!!]

[kbz-writes]

Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '24 fic for @kamiya-travis. I hope you like it! It's my first time writing so much Hiruma & Mamori interaction.

Shout out to @eyeshields for organizing, thank youuu!

Title: Any Other Name

Rating: Gen

Relationship: Hiruma & Mamori

Summary: During the Hakushu game, Hiruma's injury happens right before halftime. His conversation with Mamori goes differently.

The gift of being an eldest daughter is that it's also a bit of a curse. Granted, Mamori is an only child. However, she and Sena were close since they were little. They were practically siblings. Caring for someone came naturally to her when they'd play together. The effect compounded from there. She took care of people because she was a caretaker, and she was a caretaker because she took care of people. A cycle. The gentlest ourobous.

That's why, with Hiruma on the cot with his broken arm bandaged, she has to put her foot down.

"There's no way you can keep playing with your arm like that!" she yells, unable to keep her voice calm. The envelope she tore up and then painstakingly taped back together shakes in her hand. "After halftime, we'll have someone else be quarterback—"

"Third question," Hiruma says through gritted teeth, ignoring her completely. "There are idiots in the NFL that have kept playing matches with broken bones. True or false?"

Mamori knows she's trapped in the cycle. She can't let him hurt himself any more.

"If I say true, then you'll just keep playing," she says, unable to keep her eyes from welling with tears. "So I'll say false."

"Wrong." A slash of a smile streaks across Hiruma's face. "I win."

"What? Third... question...?" Her mind goes back to the beginning of the year. Their bet. How could she have forgotten?

"As you promised, you'll work obediently."

"You're an idiot," she whispers. "Bringing that up after all this time."

"Just keep your promise. Open the letter."

"By process of elimination, it has to be Ishimaru." Her fingers work stiffly pulling out the single piece of paper inside. Reading the name feels like gibberish at first. "It's—my name?"

"Oh, good, you're not illiterate. Almost had me fooled."

"You can't be serious. I'm not on the team!"

"You're on the roster."

The Bando game. She had thought it was uncharacteristic for Hiruma to add her as a form of sentimentality. 

"I don't have a uniform." Even as Mamori says that, she knows Hiruma already has an answer. (Suzuna teasingly making Mamori try on Sena's uniform. It'd be easy enough to get her a spare knowing her measurements.)

"That chibi cheerleader is useful sometimes."

Mamori is left standing dumbly, at a complete loss of words. Up to this point, her role on the team has been all about analysis: film, developing plays, planning for every possibility.

"Are you doing this because I know our playbook?" she asks.

Hiruma scoffs. "So does the team."

"But I can't throw—" But she has thrown a few times, she thinks, a little with Suzuna, even once with Hiruma when they had needed to take a break during a particularly long film session. She hadn't been all that good, but she had caught on to the basics.

Her eyes widen.

The weight training she had tried out of curiosity with the team.

Cycling alongside them during their runs.

Ladders with Sena every once in a while.

Even the games of sand football.

She'd been training with them all this time, hadn't she?

"You've been planning this for a long while, haven't you?" she asks. "You always have backup plans just in case, even if something like this happening was almost impossible."

"I've told you before, we make our own luck. Now, don't tell me you'd be satisfied with just being a fucking manager this whole time."

Being the manager for the Devilbats had come naturally to Mamori. It was a challenge she happily accepted. Just like Yukimitsu, Mamori hadn't joined any other clubs. It would have interfered too much with the Devilbats demanding schedule. Her kinship with Yukimitsu is different than her friendship with Suzuna. (Suzuna is part of the cheer team and the Devilbats.) Mamori and Yukimitsu only have the Devilbats. She'd been so happy for him when he joined the field against Shinryuji, even if she felt like she'd been left on the outside looking in.

Mamori had made peace with giving up her last year of athletic eligibility to help the Devilbats.

And yet.

(She placed eighth overall for the girls' heat in the last sports festival race. She beat out a couple of the girls on the track team.)

(She’d thought about joining the track team actually. Something to keep her in shape. Something fun to do. A different form of challenge. But there was never any time.)

"The team has worked so hard to reach the Christmas Bowl," Mamori says. "Somewhere along the way, it became my dream, too." She folds the paper back into the envelope and sets it to the side, all business. "What's your plan? You can't expect me to last the whole second half. I can't throw like you."

Hiruma keeps grinning sharply despite the pain he must be in. "Who the fuck asked you to do that? Your head's getting stupid from all the cream puffs. You're not my replacement. We're going two quarterbacks."

She lets his barbs slide off of her. If anything, his insults are a good sign. They're also reassuring. (Seeing someone as unflappable as Hiruma fall is distressing to the say the least.)

Mamori taps her chin. "If you're going on the field, it must be because you still have a card up your sleeve. Throwing has to be impossible—which is why you'll still do it, won't you?"

"Realistically, I got one good throw left. My arm'll be useless after that."

"But Hakushu doesn't know that. Just you being on the field will make them hesitate with how unpredictable you are."

They lock eyes.

"We're cursing them so they can't fucking look away. Gonna drive fucking eyelashes insane trying to predict what we're gonna do. Might've been close if it was just one quarterback, but luckily we got the smartest bitch joining the field."

"You're terrible," Mamori says. This insult doesn't bother her either. No, her system's already start to fill with adrenaline. She's more concerned with other things. She's seen how big the linemen are. 

Reading her mind, Hiruma says, "Can't guarantee you won't get hurt."

"It's a full contact sport," she says, blunt. Her voice shakes. This is how Sena and Yukimitsu must have felt their first game. She gulps. "I'll do it."

"As if there was any question. 'Sides, the Devilbats don't let fucking cowards on the team."

Their talk takes them about a third of the way through halftime. They hustle getting ready. Following Hiruma's instruction, she bandages both his arms up, and he waits for her to change into her uniform. She is a bit touched to find it's modified for women, more room in the chest padding.

When she puts on her helmet and stares into the mirror, she doesn't recognize herself. All she sees is an American football player. (She likes it.)

She steps out of the changing room, and they walk in-step together to the field, but when Mamori steps onto the pitch, she does it as part of the team.

She does it for herself.

[tarithenurse]

Tag Game!

No one tagged me but I needed something to distract myself with.

How many works on AO3? A nice round 100 as of this Sunday.

Total AO3 word count? 803,644

Top 5 fics by kudos? "Not enough". "To the point". "Stolen". "Bookish". "Agent of hope".

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly MCU, but I've dabbled with a bunch of anime such as Haikyuu, JJK, Spy x Family, Fireforce, Naruto. Then there's the SPN and Witcher too.

Do you respond to comments? YES! Always! I love reading comments and it makes me so happy to think that what I've done is good enough for someone to let me know they enjoyed it.

Angstiest ending? I try to avoid those sort of endings, wanting a good feeling after having read...but "Consolation" comes to mind along with the mini-drabble-challenge "Baby it's cold outside".

Fic with the happiest ending? A lot of them. Uhm...."All is fair in love and war".

Do you get hate? Thankfully I've not been subjected to that. I'm too unknown of a writer, I think.

Do you write smut? Oh yeah and it tends to be among the more popular works...guess tumblr is just horny on main.

Do you write crossovers? I've written a MCU/MiB crossover called "Space Nurse" but there didn't seem to be any interest for it, so I ended it early.

Ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know. Who knows with AI scraping all the websited though.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes. Together with fabulous @maladaptive-ninja-returns. We wrote "Long Night" - a Loki fic. Lots of fun!

All-time favourite ship? I must pick?! How can you make me do this! There are so many lovely ships and I enjoy sailing them all. But on dynamic that especially tickled my brain was probably Wash and Zoë from Firefly.

WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm endlessly working or redoing my very first fic "Inhuman"...but I doubt I can get myself to do it without support of readers which I don't have so yeah...

Writing strengths? I tend to have a pretty good idea of where the story is going even before I sit down to write - and then I actually stick with it!

Writing weaknesses? I'm much too straight forward in the sense that I forget to show the details that makes it possible to envision places or people.

Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? Switching between 3 languages throughout the day - mixed language dialogue can make sense if done right. However all too often it's stilted and unrealistic and thus make me cringe.

First fandom you wrote for? MCU

Favourite fic you've ever written? It probably depends on my mood so I honestly can't answer this one. However the one I poured most of my heart and soul into is "Mission abroad" with Bucky.

Now, tagging a few people, but please, if you want to engage, feel free!

@maladaptive-ninja-returns @confessionsofastrugglingteen @devilbat @lokis-lady-death

...and anyone else who want in!

[tsuncarrot]

Basara OC Drawing challenge 1 - genderswap

Ayako 

[valkyrieofsmutlist]

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) Masterlist

@valkyrieofsmut‘s Kurt Wagner AKA Nightcrawler Masterlist!

Series

Gargoyle’s Angel  (In Slow Progress)

Angeline has dealt with more than her fair share of pain, then she falls in love with Kurt at first sight, but he’s uninterested in her advances. Five years later, after an incomplete apocalypse, she’s pregnant. Kurt fell in love with Angeline the second he saw her, but was convinced she could never love him. Five years later, she’s having his baby, and he has to convince her to let him be in her and their baby’s lives. Tactic? Refusing to leave.

Starting with an accidental encounter (Complete!)

Kurt is in the middle of an investigation for the X-Men when he's found. He accidentally escapes into Lacy's apartment, and shockingly instead of screaming she pulls him into bed. Now he can't stop thinking about her.

Kurt’s Mail Order Bride (In Progress)

Old westAU In about 1900 Germany, Kurt has heard stories about the wild west and dreamt about being a cowboy for a long time. When he’s brought over to America and sent to live with Logan he’s excited, until he learns what hard work a ranch actually is. Logan knows a woman will set him straight from his shenanigans, and brings one back. Kurt hopes for love, but they can’t seem to get along.

At Your Service, Alpha (In Progress)

Kurt is apartment sitting for his friend and the last thing he expected to find was his one true omega, but there she was. Except she can’t seem to tell they belong together. (Y/n) has dreamed about the day she would meet her one true alpha her whole life. A new, blue, alpha comes to see her every day, and she hates him! Until she starts thinking about him all the time. Her allergies make it so she can’t smell anything, but she knows that her alpha will let her know when he finds her. Won’t he?

One Shots

Only call me Liebling

Amber has had a crush on Kurt for a while, but has never told him. Until one day, she hears him say something hurtful about himself and is determined to set him straight. Then his first kiss turns into his first time.

Massage therapy and forgotten English

Tanner has been watching too many commercials for massage therapy school. Does she want to do it? She doesn’t know, but maybe Kurt can help her figure it out. And maybe she’ll pick up a bit of German at the same time.

A good Master

An excerpt from a BDSM series.

All I want for Christmas part 1 part 2

Kurt has given up the way of the X-Men for the way of the Catholic church. He has spent the last nearly three years training and devoting himself and is nearly finished. He is happy with the way life is, until a woman who isn't a member of the church comes to sing with them for Christmas. She is a human, he is a mutant, she is a member of the choir, he is a priest to be... It's a sin for them to be together, but fate, or God, or maybe Christmas, has different plans.

Kurt for Christmas @devilbat‘s Christmas challenge

(Y/n) asks Kurt to come home to Christmas dinner for her so her parents will leave her alone about not having a boyfriend. A few truths come out, and Kurt is surprised to hear who her family wants to be her boyfriend.

More Smut

Pic by Nick Robles (amazing artist!)

[hela-avenger]

poison & wine- part 15

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1715

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N:  If you’ll like to be tagged please reach out to me!  

poison & wine masterlist

The meeting with Odin had made you realize that he didn’t believe the lie between you and Loki. He was suspicious and setting up tests to see you fail. You were determined to not allow that to happen but the task ahead was already going to take up your time. Time you could spend trying to find your father. 

The moment you enter the privacy of Loki’s room you disentangle from each other. You were relieved to find the girls gone seeing as you were unable to keep the act up anymore. It seemed that Loki felt the same way as he quickly locked himself away inside his closet. 

During the time you were gone, all of your belongings had been put away and luckily for you, easy to find. You’re quick to undress and change into a nightgown before the prince finally decides to step out. 

Loki’s dressed down from his usual leather galore with a handful of clothes in both hands. He throws them onto the bed before turning to stare at you.

“What?” you ask as you step closer. “You don’t expect me to dress you now, do you?” 

Loki simply rolls his eyes. 

“Odin gave you a task to make me a shirt,” Loki states. “So pick one of these and I will wear it.” 

“Yeah, no,” you respond. “He’ll know that I didn’t do it and I’ll rather only lie when needed. I can make you the shirt.” 

“You can?” 

“Yeah, it’s not that hard.” 

Loki still looks unsure and you pick one of the shirts from the bed and set it aside. 

“I’ll use this one for measurements only and I’ll ask the girls tomorrow for the materials I need,” you continue. “I’ll get it done by the deadline. You just worry about the dagger.” 

“Fine,” Loki exclaims. “But we still have much to discuss.” 

With a snap of his fingers, the remaining shirts on the bed disappear. You assume they were hanging once more in his closet.

“Let’s resume the conversation we had previously started,” Loki states as he stormed towards you. “You lied to me.” 

“And so have you,” you remind him, your eyes peering up at him in a challenge.

Loki grits his teeth trying to refrain himself from strangling you. 

“You don’t know who your own father is,” Loki exclaims. “You came to Asgard and what? Expected him to greet you with open arms? Did you even have a plan?”

“Yes,” you argue back. “You were the plan!” 

“Oh please,” Loki spits back in anger. “That flimsy first deal you made with me was your plan?”  

“Yes!” you shout back. “You are going to help me find my father and then your job is done. I will comply with everything else you want of me in our second arrangement. It’s that simple. I don’t understand why you are still so upset over this!” 

“Even if we were to find your father, who’s to say that he even wants you?” Loki asks. “Do you not understand how fragile your life is? How easy your life would be taken if someone deemed to keep you a secret? Have you thought of that? Perhaps he abandoned you for a reason…” 

You slap him. Hard. 

You didn’t mean to. You acted without thought but you weren’t going to allow the last statement to even be said. 

“I know you and your own father have issues but don’t dare pass those on to me,” you whisper as you turn your back on him and start unmaking the bed. 

Loki is silent behind you. 

You wonder if he’s plotting your murder but knew that it would only remain a fantasy. He needed you alive for his sake. 

“You put a lot of trust in a man you never met.” 

You're surprised he’s speaking at you at all. Especially with a much gentler tone than before. He sounds resigned and you wonder if you managed to get through to him. 

“My mother loved him entirely,” you explain. “She never married and she was proposed to by many but my mother waited for my father’s return until her very last breath. She told me he was a good man and if she could wait her whole life for him then it has to be true. I have to believe it is.” 

“Then why not come back for you both?” 

“I don’t know,” you answer as you turn to face him. His expression held no more anger. It was replaced with a pensive scowl. “You can ask him once we find him.” 

Loki lets out a sigh and brushes his hair back. 

“This task will be the end of me,” Loki mutters to himself before turning to find you wrestling with his bed cover. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m trying to get in bed but your bed cover is freaking heavy and big,” you answer. 

“But why?” 

“Because it’s been a long day and I want to lie down. This day has taken a toll emotionally and physically,” you whine as you tug and pull at the heavy bed cover. “Besides, you shouldn’t be surprised we’re sharing a bed seeing as it was your idea that we share a room.” 

Loki can’t argue against that and simply watches you struggle again. 

“Is this a weighted blanket or am I just super weak?” 

“Most likely the latter,” Loki answers as he waves his hand causing the bed cover to slide aside. “Better?” 

“Much,” you sigh out in relief. “Getting into your bed is harder than I thought it would be.” 

“It’s because I have high standards for whom I share a bed with and you don’t meet them.” 

You glare in response and climb into bed. 

Loki rounds to the other side and watches as you make yourself comfortable. You drape your arms over your eyes, your chest rising with each small breath you take. The sight of you at ease is strange especially since it’s coming from his own bed. 

“Loki?” You move your arm and catch sight of him standing at the side of his bed in confusion. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Loki mutters as he looks away from you and pulls the cover aside. 

“You’re not wearing that to bed, are you? Doesn’t seem comfortable.” 

“I’m comfortable in the nude,” Loki lies. “Would you prefer me that way?” 

You can’t help the sudden image that jumps into your mind and you feel your face grow warm. 

“Just… just dress down,” you stammer out. 

Loki grins at your reaction before snapping his fingers causing his outfit to change into some lounge pants. His chest was bare revealing a slim and surprisingly athletic torso. You should have known better. Loki was a god and those attributes were shown clearly right in front of you.

“Right,” you stammer out as you quickly turn away. “So about my plan?” 

“Yes, your idiotic, foolish, insane and impulsive plan,” Loki mutters as he climbs into bed. His head drops onto his pillow and a sigh of relief is heard. “I have half the mind to suspect Thor put you up to this. Sounds like something he would concoct.” 

“Well he doesn’t know I’m a demigod so rest assured that he didn’t have a hand in this,” you answer. 

Loki rubs his eyes tiredly trying to relieve the oncoming headache. 

“Alright, this is what I’m going to do,” Loki states as a plan started to form. “I will look through the royal archives and see what I can find. Travel to Midgard is rare and restricted for only a few royal members. I should be able to narrow down a list.” 

“Ok that sounds great and all but why not just ask Heimdall?” 

Loki had that audacity to laugh in your face at your suggestion. 

“What’s so funny about that?” you ask him. “The man sees everything and he already knows about me.” 

Loki’s laughter is quickly cut short. 

“What?” Loki scowls. “Heimdall knows about you too?”

“He made a comment when I first arrived. He said he hoped I found everything I was looking for,” you explain. “I’m pretty sure he knows.” 

Loki scowl only deepens as he stares off into the ceiling. 

“Then why hasn’t he reported this to Odin?” he whispers to himself. “Why keep the secret?” 

“I don’t know,” you answer for him. “But maybe he can help. He must know who my father is especially if he’s in charge of the Bifrost.” 

“Heimdall will not tell you anything,” Loki sighs out. “He’s under oath and works under Odin only.” 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try,” you suggest. “My life is at stake and he seems kind enough.” 

Loki snorts and shakes his head. 

“Well then go ahead and ask him,” Loki states. “But do not come crying to me when he refuses to help.” 

“I never cry,” you mutter in your defense as you fight against a yawn. You were more tired than you had expected to be. 

“Sure you don’t,” Loki responds with a yawn of his own. 

The lights in the room begin to dim and you wonder if it’s a part of your imagination. You glance over to Loki in question to find his eyes already closed. 

“Loki?” 

“Hm?” he hums half asleep. 

Loki’s bed is big enough that there was no way your bodies would end up tangled at the end of the night. The space between you two was expansive but as the lights dimmed down with every shallow breath Loki took, you felt that distance lessen. 

“I’m sorry for laying a hand on you,” you whisper in the dark. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” 

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” Loki mumbles tiredly. “But do not fret. My feelings aren’t hurt over your light tap.” 

You roll your eyes at his response and watch as the room falls into a complete darkness. It doesn’t take long for the ceiling to erupt with small glowing lights that seem to resemble stars and galaxies unknown to you. You gasp quietly, unable to take your eyes away from it. 

Loki seeming to sense your distraction lets out a sigh. 

“Go to sleep mortal. For tomorrow will bring new challenges to face.” 

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Snowed In

This is a story written for @devilbat​‘s marvel holiday challenge. 

Prompt 20. “So, we’re kind of snowed in.” with Loki

Warnings: Implied smut and touching, but mostly tooth-rotting fluff

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You woke to golden light streaming in through the windows. Yawning, you stretch until you are stopped by something heavy holding your waist. You snuggle in closer to the body. You enjoy the warmth of his chest against your bare back. Pieces of the previous night flood your memory - Tony’s party, a New Year’s kiss, and the long night that came afterward. You aren’t complaining though, waking up in a small mountain cabin next to your husband was amazing! It hadn’t been just the two of you for so long. Stressful missions and constant streams of questions and issues coming from every direction kept you from seeing much of each other recently. As part of the New Year celebration, your husband surprised you with a few days away. 

Suddenly needing to get up, you wiggle out of your husband’s grip. After cleaning yourself up a bit and putting on your robe, you made your way to the kitchen to start breakfast. You decided on pancakes, sausage, and strawberries. The fridge and pantry were stocked full of your favorite foods and snacks. It was enough to feed an entire army, even though you would be there less than a week. You shook your head. You are too good to me, my love, you sighed.

“No, you are too good to me.” A velvety voice replied, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Don’t sneak up on me like that. How many times do I have to tell you?” you gasped.

“But it is such fun, love. You make the cutest sound.”

Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to the stove. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Hmm, I’d rather have something else,” your husband whispered in your ear before he gently nipped it.

You tried to stifle a moan. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but he knew exactly what his touch did to you. He rediscovered that last night. He smirked as his lips moved down the column of your neck, to rest at the base. You sucked in a breath as he attacked the nape of your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses. This time you couldn’t hold back your moan. You felt your husband smirk again, knowing that you were weakening. He held you tighter and started playing with the tie of your robe. 

“So, we’re kind of snowed in,” he purred. “I thought we could pick up where we left off last night.”

You turned around to face the man behind you. He looked glorious. His pale chest was bare, but a pair of black silk pajama bottoms covered his lower half. Pity. His raven-colored hair was still mussed and his emerald eyes sparkled and were full of mischief. You bit your lip and stared up at him. 

“Oh, so because we are stuck in the house, you think you can have your way with me and just expect me to go along with it?” He nodded in response. “Well, you are going to have to earn it, Bub.” Before he could react, you ducked under his arm and grabbed the plates of food. “We will eat this food that I so graciously made for you, and go from there.” 

You turned to peck him on the lips. He growled and grabbed you again bringing you closer. “Loki!” you shrieked. He let go and followed you to the table. 

You two ate your meal in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at one another.  After cleaning up, you looked at the god of mischief. 

“Well, my dear, have you thought of something to do?”

“How about I light a fire and then I can read to on the couch?” he mused. 

You smiled. You loved it when Loki read to you. His voice was rich and soothing and usually put you to sleep. You nodded with a smile. Several minutes later you and Loki were snuggled up on the couch, you laying between his legs with a blanket covering the both of you. Loki had chosen Romeo and Juliet. 

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Such a love at that age is foolish, could it truly be love?” you interrupted. 

Your husband put the book aside and grabbed your left hand. “I do,” he answered. He fiddled with the ring on your finger as he continued. “I fell in love with you the minute I saw you. I just didn’t want to admit it then. I don’t like being sentimental, but you bring out the best in me. What little of it there is. You stayed and believed in me when no one else did.” Loki smiled as he kissed the top of your head. “You chipped away at my walls and never gave up on me, no matter how hard I tried to push you away. I knew I wasn’t any good for you, but I loved you none the less. Sometimes it hurt so much, my heart felt like it would burst every time you came close.” His voice faltered at the end. 

You were so touched at his words. You turned around and sat on your knees in front of him. You saw that he was crying, so you took your thumb and wiped away the tears. Smiling at him, you knew he was telling you the truth. He only opened up to you, and even then it was hard for him to express his emotions. You figured that was why Loki read Shakespeare - the poet spoke the words he couldn’t. 

Your own heart felt like it would burst right then. His admission meant the world to you. Your hand lingered on his cheek and he leaned into the touch. 

“Oh Loki,” you began. “You don’t know what that means to me. You are my world. I fell in love with the minute I stepped off the elevator that day. You may have looked bored and bothered by everyone, but I could see you were hurting and lonely.” Loki raised his eyebrows in question. “Your eyes. Your beautiful eyes told the truth. I believed in you because I saw a good man, the man you could be if you would let people in. I stayed because I wanted to be that person. I wanted to know who you were.” You leaned forward and kissed your husband’s lips. Pulling back, your expression turned serious. “You must stop thinking so little of yourself, Loki. There is so much good in you. You just need to believe it. You must stop questioning your worth. You have a brother that loves you and would do anything for you. And…” you smiled. “You have a wife you loves you more than life itself.” 

A smile lit up Loki’s face at what your words. This time it was his turn to cup your cheek. He caressed your bottom lip before bringing you in for another kiss. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the sensation. The kiss was tender and slow. Loki poured all his love and emotions into it. You both smiled at each other when you pulled away. He pulled you close to his body so your head rested against his chest. You snuggled your face into his shirt and breathed him in. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said quietly. 

“I love you too, Loki.”

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon, just enjoying the feeling of holding each other.

You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you remembered was Loki calling your name. You whimpered as you opened your eyes to look at him. “Hi,” he murmured.

“Hi.”

Loki smiled down at you. You looked so cute all curled up against him. “Let’s find something for dinner, love. Then we can come back and cuddle.”

You nodded and got up, reaching out your hand for him to take. Loki made the meal, with your assistance this time. Well, actually, all you did was follow him around the kitchen. You weren’t normally a clingy person, but right now all you wanted was to touch your husband. You kept stealing kisses when you could. Loki didn’t mind, he loved that you wanted to be right next to him and shower him with affection. He would never admit it, but he loved it when you got this way. 

After dinner, you found yourselves back on the couch each with a mug of hot cocoa. You snuggled up against him as he searched for something on tv. Finally settling on a show, Loki put both arms around you and hugged you tight. Throughout the show, you felt your husband stroke your side and then your thigh. It was distracting. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, but your body was reacting to his touch. You huffed when he moved one of his hands to rest on your stomach. He began rubbing your silk robe. The sensation it created against your bare skin was delicious. You started squirming and sighed again. “Something bothering you, love?” Loki asked. 

“Ugh, yes.” You turned to face him. “You are!” Loki was shocked by your outburst. “You keep...touching me. An-and now I’m frustrated a-and needy,” you whined.

Now fully understanding you, he smirked. “Needy, hm? I suppose I should do something about it then.” He connects his lips with yours. The kiss started out slow, but as you feel his hands roam your body you deepen it. His hands fall to your butt and squeeze. You moan into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. Finally breaking for air, you rest your forehead against his. Eyes closed, chests heaving.

“Take me to bed, my king.”

Loki shuddered with anticipation. He lifted you in his arms as he stood, bringing your legs to circle his waist. 

“Your wish is my command, my queen.” He kisses you again and carries you to bed, where he makes love to you for the rest of the night. 

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Loki One-Shot Masterlist

Smut/lemons/nsfw/sexual themes = *

Mental health issues = %

Violence/gore = #

Always watch out for individual chapter warnings/content.Reader is per default female unless otherwise stated.

A time for remembering

GN!reader. First yuletide without Loki is hard. Challenge for @justagirlinafandomworld​.

Caring for you

Loki x GN!Reader. Reader falls ill (flu or cold) and Loki cares for them.

Consolation

Loki x GN!Reader. Loki and Reader deal with the aftermath of a harrowing mission they’ve been on.

Cookie and chaos

(Halloween challenge for @devilbat)

It’s Reader’s mission to perfect the cozi- and spookiness level for all the Avengers (and one in particular).

Don’t hide it

Loki Odinson x/& fem!reader. Even though you are incredible at sensing people’s emotions there’s one person you haven’t got the read on yet.

God of sarcasm

(Challenge for @serpienten)

There might be better teachers than Loki. Might.

Haunted

Loki & fem!reader. Who are you to back down from a challenge even if it’s something as silly as to go into a haunted house.

Loki's game *

Alien!reader. Ice meets fire. It gets steamy (sorry, not sorry, I just had to make that pun). DUBCON.

Resist temptation *

Loki has been accepted (sort of) by the Avengers which includes Reader, but neither of them are fully fledged or trusted on missions yet.

Snow morning *

No plot, just fluffy smut.

Sometimes it starts slow *

No plot, just smut.

Surprise *

(Challenge for @maladaptive-ninja-returns)

Loki x Reader x Bucky. Working for the Avengers gets Reader really close to her idols. Really close.

Testing the limits *

No plot, just smut including some Jotunn!Loki.

The beast in the mirror *

As a maid in the castle, you find yourself in the claws of the younger prince. DUBCON!

Unsolicited *

Who knew unsolicited d-pics could lead to something good?

Warm up *

An intergalactic mission sends them to faraway worlds and Reader has a little mishap that leaves her drenched and cold – something Loki knows how to remedy.

Why do I hurt? #

Loki x fem!reader. Reader would sacrifice anything for Loki....including herself (Happy ending).

Winter Solstice (*)

Loki x fem!reader. Getting lost in a snowstorm, reader is rescued by none other than Loki. Smut at end can be ignored (marked in text).

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If I Was The One - Part Two

Summary: You plus 2 super soldiers, divided by one big decision, equals heartache for one

A/N: This is the next part to my second entry for @until-theend-oftheline Kari’s Marvelous Halloween challenge titled If I Was The One.

Word Count: 1267

Pairing: Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Angst, swearing

Top divider by @imerdwarf​

Three months.

You had been laying low for three months; having two super soldiers on your ass trying to find you made laying low difficult. Not hard, just difficult.

“Steve, I’ve used all the contacts I have since I came out of cryo. Have you had any luck?”

Steve took a deep breath, trying to keep his demeanor calm. “Sorry Bucky. I haven’t much luck either.”

He could hear Bucky swear on the other end. “What if…”

“Let me get back to you, ok? Stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’ and keep tracking her.” Steve hit the end button.

Steve knew that Bucky would be pissed; he also knew that he had lied through his teeth. Every fiber of his being screamed for you and he shouldn’t have let you go so easily. He shouldn’t have told Bucky it was ok to have you, when he had wanted you for so long.

Steve looked at the house in front of him: white picket fence, Cape Cod style painted a light green hue, a front porch with a rocker & a hanging swing. This had been the home of his dreams; he had told you several times over many long conversations what it would look like, what it would be like with kids and dogs running around. Seemingly, on cue, a husky appeared on the porch and barked once at him.

Bucky looked at the phone in his hand. He had been searching for you for months, not for himself but for Steve. Bucky’s guilt had eaten him alive in just a day. A day. A day that made him realize his best friend was in love with you; a day to make him understand that Steve’s feelings far eclipsed anything Bucky had ever known. Bucky kept his mission from Steve; he didn’t want his best friend’s hopes dashed if Bucky couldn’t deliver you.

With his contacts dried up, Bucky reached out to Natasha to help him. He gave her a quick rundown of the situation and the bottom line: find y/n for Steve, no questions asked. 

Steve looked down at the text from Natasha and his reply: Did you get the address I sent you? Yeah thanks.

Steve smiled at the husky and put his hand out so the dog could sniff him. The dog approached cautiously and sniffed once. Mollified, the dog sat on his haunches and tilted his head as if to say, I like you but who are you? Steve rubbed the dog’s head as he opened the gate and stepped into the yard. “I hope your owner is ready to see me.”

You heard the dog bark once. You were just getting ready to step into the shower, waiting on the pizza you had ordered. There is no way it could be here that quickly, you thought. You paused to see if the dog would bark again but there was silence. You stepped into the shower and turned on the radio. Steam quickly filled the stall and you relaxed while you massaged the citrusy shampoo into your scalp. ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ played and you mouthed along to Taylor, using the conditioner bottle as your mic. The song ended and you hopped out, wrapping the big pink fuzzy towel around your chest as you bent over and wrapped your hair up turban style.

Your husky, Hera, padded in and watched you shimmy around to the new song ‘Stitches’ and towel dried your hair. Hera barked once, her usual way of saying hi, I’m here! You bent down and rubbed the dog’s chest, earning a low grumble. You heard a footfall and stiffened. “Is someone there?”

A shadow moved and you screamed.

“Y/n! It’s me,” Steve held his hands out in front of him. “It’s just me.” He dropped his hands and stared. Your damp hair stuck to your neck and shoulders; the towel still draped around you, leaving a sliver of skin from thigh to waist exposed. You pulled the towel even tighter.

“How did you find me?”

Natasha found Bucky in the rooftop garden staring at nothing. She took a seat beside him and cleared her throat. “Steve found her. She’s safe.” Natasha stood back up and started to leave. She turned back around and crossed her arms. “Are you going to be ok?”

Bucky nodded curtly, not even glancing in Natasha’s direction.

You repeated the question to Steve. “How did you find me?”

Steve raked a hand through his longer hair. He had let his beard grow out which made him look more rugged, more handsome, and more… tired. “It was a team effort. Even Loki pitched in, at Thor’s insistence.”

You sneered at the mention of Loki. That demi-god could take a long walk off a short plank and you told Steve as much. “Can you excuse me for a moment to get changed?”

Steve shook his head. “So you can run off again? No fucking way. Lead the way y/n.”

You scowled at Steve as you moved towards the bedroom. “I’m not going to run off naked.”

“You’re kidding me right?” Steve stared at you incredulously. “You grabbed a duffel bag and abandoned the Tower in an Ariel costume. Do you know how worried we were? How scared I was? Jesus, y/n, I thought… I couldn’t let myself believe…”

You stood in front of the cherry wood dresser, pulling out a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. You kept your back to Steve as you dropped the towel and started putting on your clothes. Steve’s rant paused, taking in your naked form, his cock stirring beneath his jeans. By outward appearances, the only change Steve could see was that you dyed your hair from the mousy brown you had always complained to him about to a deep auburn sheen.

Fully clothed you turned to face him, a slight pout forming on your lips. “You’re right Steve. I am the worst person ever, watching my best friend in a shouting match with his best guy friend, knowing I’m the reason for it. It was a great time, bawling my eyes out on the five separate buses I rode around on, picturing how stupid I was to give into Nat’s dare. It was even better watching Bucky’s face when I started crying into his arms because I never had the guts to tell anyone how I REALLY felt.”

You slumped down into a heap on the floor, crying softly. Hera came over to you and whined before settling into your lap, licking at your tear-stained cheeks.

Steve’s heart nearly broke as he watched you on the floor. Without invitation, he scrambled onto the floor and started to pull you into his lap. Hera growled low at him.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Steve cleared his throat and sniffed. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’ve been so worried; Bucky and I have been killing ourselves to find you. I just need…” He gave the dog a look and patted the ground next to him. Hera seemed to forgive his earlier mistake and got off your lap, settling next to Steve and putting her head down on the floor. Steve grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, hugging you close and rubbing your back.

Your crying had gone from soft to gut wrenching at Steve’s actions. “Steve… I… can’t…”

He shushed you and whispered low. “Deep breathes, babe, come on. Deep breathes.” Your crying continued. Steve’s hands stayed on your back, moving in lazy circles. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting go this time.”

Next time...

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Crushed Pumpkins & Delicate Hope

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Pairing: Stucky x Plus Size Reader OFC

Warnings: ABO Verse, SMUT, knotting, all that kinky ABO stuff, fluff, a bit of angst

Summary: This is the first outing Bucky makes with his and Steve’s new mate. After months of working with the newest member of he and Steve’s home an outing to the local pumpkin patch almost ends in disaster, but we get a perfect end to a rough day.

A/N: The OFC, or reader, was taken in by Steve and Bucky to help her work her way back into the real world after she is found in the basement of shield, or what was once HYDRA. All this said the two end up falling for her and making her part of their family. Steve is an omega that they serum turned into an alpha, but he still is prone to heats but not like extreme in most ABO verses. I explain throughout the writing and tried not to info dump. There is more to this fic as well, this is just an excerpt. My first Stucky x Reader fic! I went more with a seasonal, fall feeling fluff and smut than spooky. This got away from me, not sorry.

Writing Challenge: @devilbat Halloween Marvel Madness

Prompt: 25. “Are you telling me I have an obsession with pumpkins?”

Words: +4,500

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 This had been the first time Bucky had ventured out with he and Steve’s freshly bonded, and very timid alpha mate. Normally it was the three of them or Steve himself who took her out alone, the blond seemed better at reassuring the hesitant creature it was OK to be out in the open since having been cooped up in a basement for God knew how long.

Bucky still felt awkward, the two of them being alpha’s was tricky in itself, but after months of slowly bonding and Steve’s heat less than a few days ago, it appeared she and Bucky bonded well after a quickie in the shower.

Pulled tight into the soldiers side, Bucky felt she was trying to appear small despite her larger frame. Walking with his metal arm outstretched behind him to tug along a flat cart while he looped the other around thick middle, not minding the closeness nor the heavy cart he tugged without any effort. Every now and then, her stronger alpha aroma mingled perfectly with Steve’s subdued omega scent wafted towards him, making the brunet smile.

It was a shock when passing a pile of ornamental pumpkins she paused their walk, even pulling away to look the colorful gourds over. Stopping the cart and assuring it wouldn’t roll away, Bucky paused and watched her close, curious to her plans.

“You’ve already picked out two pie pumpkins bigger than us doll,” Bucky began, carefully stepping behind her, making sure his moves were unhurried, and running flesh hand over the small of her back as he pulled close.

“What are you planning with these,” he asked quietly, hinting to the greenish-grey gourds that appeared more for decoration than anything else. 

“I don’t know, I think there pretty,” she admitted, titling her head as he dipped to scent along her jaw, pressing his nose into the glands there. 

The flood of pheromones told Bucky this was progress, having been working hard to help the shy alpha gain back the confidence she had been robbed of. “You're obsessed with the things doll,” Bucky chuckled, but if it made her happy, the alpha would eagerly buy the entire stand out to see her smile. 

“Are you telling me I have an obsession with pumpkins,” she spoke as if hurt, Bucky had drawn attention to a possible nervous habit. She had been trying to break all the odd coping mechanisms with the help of her alpha and omega but began to worry she had let them down.  

Taking a quick look around to salvage the situation, Bucky noted the hay bales done up with pumpkins and corn stalks. That would work, anything to let her know it was OK and she had done no wrong. The brunet scented the change in her pheromones, one he knew all too well as stress over wrongdoing. She was very timid for an alpha and he hated to fathom what they had done to make her this insecure. 

“Pick out what you want doll. I have an idea,” he whispered against her neck, feeling tense body relax into his. Bucky was glad he brought the truck at this point, releasing the shy alpha who proceeded to pick out five more pumpkins to add to the cart. 

Tugging close to his side after loading the pumpkins, Bucky rubbed along her flannel covered side as they walked towards the booth to pay. The brunet sure to add two bales of hay along with two large bundles of corn stalks. He didn’t want to think about how much he paid for items that were going to rot, but if it made their shy alpha happy it was worth it. Bucky was glad for this chance to bond with her minus Steve.

The blond appeared to have bonded with her quicker, but then again Steve was the omega of the three though the serum made him scent alpha. Seemed like it was hard to break the nurturing side in the omega. 

Tugging the wagon to the truck with her happily carrying yet another bright orange and white stripped gourd beside him, Bucky paused to let the tailgate down. Giving the quiet creature a reassuring smile, he informed her to stay put while he went to grab the bales of hay and corn stalks. It was less than 20 foot away and wouldn’t take long. 

But it was just long enough for a young alpha to catch scent of her and decide to show out to say the least. Hurrying back the moment he seen the other approach, Bucky heard the timid creature let out a low warning growl when the younger alpha stepped almost flush to scent of her.

Instantly it dawned on Bucky the shirt she wore belonged to Steve, the blond had just gone out of heat a day or so ago. It had been a habit of hers to take one thing from which ever mate wasn’t with them as comfort. 

Dropping the bales, Bucky was at her side in moments, but she had managed to forcefully throw the young male into the dirt on his ass. The younger alpha realized his mistake when she moved to retaliate, rushing to his feet to attack the once hesitant alpha that was now standing her ground.  

“Hey,” Bucky snarled, tugging her behind him protectively before the other could reach her. The shock of the other was truly hilarious the moment he noted she was mated to another alpha. 

Quickly the other backed off and left. Bucky hurriedly turned to lift her thick frame effortlessly onto the tailgate, wrapping his hands around her face to assure she was OK. Lovingly the brunet nuzzled over her, marking the shy alpha blush at his care before pressing his forehead to hers. 

“Ok,” he questioned quietly noting she scented perfectly of all three of them. A smiled tugged at his lips, noting the blush heating her face, it was obvious she had never had another alpha care for her this way.  

“I’m ok,” she breathed, nervously letting out a breath she didn’t know she held and glancing down to his feet were a pumpkin sat splattered on the hard ground.

Shaky hands went to his forearms, grounding herself as Bucky pulled close, his scent engulfing her in a since of serenity. Quietly he let out a low rumble, almost a purr from his chest that made her calm even more. 

“Let’s get this loaded and we will walk back to pick out another one,” he reassured before moving to load the rest as she remained on the tailgate.

Once loaded he gave a smile to the nervous creature before helping her down and guiding her back to the stand, an arm tight around her thick waist. 

Pulling up into the driveway, Bucky wasn’t surprised Steve was waiting for them on the front porch. They both got out to head to the back of the truck, the shy woman grabbing one of the massive pie pumpkins to carry into the house. 

Once sitting foot on the top landing, Steve stepped close for her to pause. Gingerly he pulled flush to her side while facing Bucky and she faced the front door, dipping close along her jaw. The blond was worried about her, but it appeared it was just the outing needed, her scent clouded with both of theirs made his heart flutter.

This wasn’t the way he envisioned bringing her here would play out but was glad it did. Carefully Steve released the woman as she returned the nuzzling and gave her own low reassuring purr that he had come to love about her as well.

Propping on the post as their shy alpha went inside, Steve watched as Bucky started to pull more things from the back of the truck.  

“Get your ass out here and help punk,” Bucky yelled to Steve who stepped off the porch with a smirk as he went to help unload. 

“Jeez Buck you buy out the place,” Steve chuckled helping with the pumpkins and hay bales. 

“She enjoyed it. It’s all that matters,” Bucky murmured as he and Steve carried what they had next to the front walk. 

“Good to hear,” Steve admitted, setting down what he held as Bucky stopped before him.

The brunet pulled close to Steve, scenting the last of the blonds heat had finally dissipated to the usual alpha scent. Carefully Steve nudged under Bucky’s jaw. “Go check on her, I’ll finish up,” the blond admitted wanting to give the two a little more time. 

“There was an altercation with another alpha, but it wasn’t her fault,” Bucky admitted, stepping back to note Steve’s worry.

“It only cost another pumpkin, and she took up for herself was all. You would have been proud of her and me for not tearing the guys throat out,” Bucky tried to make light of the situation, catching Steve smirking at the fact Bucky didn’t kill the younger alpha or rip him to pieces.

“She shaken up,” Steve asked quietly, realizing why she scented strongly of alpha more than usual.

“Yeah, stayed buried in my side the entire way back,” the brunet admitted, looking to the front door worriedly.

Steve had noted Bucky worried over her the first time they brought the timid creature home. Having been with the brunet alpha basically their entire lives, Steve knew when the other was concerned and as of late it had been her. “Go on Buck,” Steve spoke up, hinting he go check on the other. “I know what she means to you as well us, it's OK.”  

Hearing Bucky step through the kitchen where she was studying over the oversized pumpkin and at this point trying to decide what to do with it. She really hadn’t thought this through, the thing was huge and was going to take a while to process, and when Bucky sat the other one next to it she really did realize she hadn’t thought this through.

Looking to the alpha who inched close, the timid creature gave a small smile. “I didn’t think this through,” she admitted as Bucky slipped behind her to pull flush, resting his chin on her shoulder.  

“It’s fine, Steve and I know what to do with them,” he breathed across her shoulder, nosing the soft flesh under her ear before giving it a chaste kiss. “These can wait, but you can’t doll,” his gravelly voice echoed before tugging her from the counter.

Bucky was far gentler with than Steve, the brunets lips pressed to the flesh under her ear, making her shiver. Pressing back into him apprehensively, Bucky gave a reassuring kiss to his bond mark along her hairline. “You did perfect, no need to be anxious,” he cooed, turning her to face him and shyly she buried her head into his shoulder. 

Lovingly he ran his hands down plump sides to thick thighs, looping his hands around the warm flesh before jerking them around his waist. He chuckled at her small yelp of surprise, legs wrapping tight around his hips and arms around his neck as he kissed pebbled flesh, metal arm looped under buttocks and the other around her torso.

Carrying her back to the sitting room, they were met by Steve who appeared to have finished and came to check on them. Without a thought the blond stepped towards them with a knowing smirk, pressing the shy alpha between them while Steve reached out to wrap a hand around Bucky’s neck to pull the alpha close.

Tenderly the blond pressed his nose into Bucky’s throat to flood his senses with an urgency to knot the alpha clinging to him, and Steve had no words for how excited this made him. Releasing Bucky, Steve done the same to her, except the blond raked fangs along her jaw, flooding his senses with even more longing that made his own need coil tight in his lower abdomen.  

“Such a shy alpha,” Steve chuckled low next to her ear, nuzzling at his own mark on her flesh. 

Both males were thankful this wasn’t the 40’s, and this was no longer illegal or frowned upon. As long as it was consensual, in certain states, fortunately New York; two males were allowed to mate one female, or one male allowed to mate two females.

Their situation was odd; not because they appeared as three alphas sharing the same space but were in reality a male and female alpha with a male omega in disguise.

There literally weren’t male omegas any longer thanks to genetic research. Male omegas accounted for many birth related fatalities in the world. Thankfully the rate of male omegas had dwindled but it caused a spike in female alphas, but none like the creature pressed between them. The two men had S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA to thank for that.

Easily, Steve guided them to the fireplace, the three sinking to their knees in front of the hearth where Steve had gone to keeping a fluffy pile of blankets and pillows for them. It appeared the blond had refreshed the small nest with clean blankets, last night having found the three a tangled mess of sweaty naked limbs in the pile. 

“You’ve had her all through your heat,” Bucky spoke hotly but still didn’t take her away from the blond whose hand found the hem of her shirt to run it along plump side. 

“As I remember, so did you,” Steve chuckled, meeting the others gaze as she kept her face buried in Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be such a punk,” Bucky snipped playfully taking the kiss Steve offered. 

“When it comes to her I will,” the blond smirked as they parted to give all attention to the shy creature between them. 

"Would you like me to knot you doll," Bucky spoke, feeling her nipping along his jaw and grinding against him. Bucky hadn't knotted her yet, not even when he took her with him to the shower after both helped Steve through his heat.

They both had been tired when the brunet had led her to the shower; Bucky knew she was sore. Her knot internal, locking Steve’s cock deep in her core while the brunet knotted Steve from behind. Bucky assured he himself was clean before turning to the naked female alpha with him in the shower, the two pulled close to scent one another, silently asking for permission as he done now. 

"Please, knot me," she whispered, moving as it was Steve who tugged the flannel off her and she leaned back on the blond to look up at Bucky with lust blown orbs.

"You don't know how long I have wanted you to tell him that," Steve spoke darkly in her ear, the blonds hand slipping into the back of the leggings she wore, toying with wet hole as Bucky’s fingers looped in the band.

Leaning down to place his lips to hers, Bucky whispered across them he would buy her another pair, making her gasp as he ripped them from her lower half while Steve pressed two digits into her. She whimpered and keened her neediness before Steve removed them, the zipper of Bucky’s pants exciting her.

"Alpha," Steve uttered quietly, meeting Bucky’s lust blown gaze, the blonds hand wrapping around the brunets cock to give it a stroke before lining it up with the shy alphas core. "Allow me to help."

Bucky lunged forward, taking Steve’s lips with a tang of copper as his cock sank into the woman pinned between them. The kiss only broke so the brunet to take her lips next, nipping hard with fangs to make them part.

Slowly Steve settled into the nest, holding to the alpha female who was panting heavily as Bucky fucked into the writing creature slowly. Bracing back on his heels, Steve rucked up the shirt along with the bra she wore to expose heaving breast, pinching and teasing a pert buds while nipping along her jaw to flood his senses with her ecstasy. 

She had never been knotted before, the thoughts of finally finishing the bond with Bucky had her begging for more as the brunet rocked his hips between thick thighs and Steve kneaded her breast. Impatiently, plump hips moved, panting when Bucky released her lips, stormy blue gaze holding hers until Steve uttered something ecstasy clouded brain didn't catch, but had Bucky looking to where his cock fucked into her. Hips jolted when warm fingers pressed against her clit, eliciting a wonton cry.

Gazing up drunkenly, watching a kiss between Steve and Bucky break before her head was jerked back for the blond to take her lips harshly enough to taste copper and Bucky. Steve was always needy, a bit rough at times but still gentle compared to others. The blonds tongue pressed it's way past sore lips to caress over her own tenderly while Bucky nipped the flesh along her jaw before Steve broke the kiss.

"Were going to finally make you ours sweetheart, you like that," Steve panted, fingers pressing harder over needy nerve to make her whimper while his other hand continued to knead her breast. Feeling the blond rut against her back as Bucky’s knot began to press into her made the desire to be knotted overwhelming.

"Yes," she whimpered, arms unraveling from Bucky’s neck for hands to brace against Steve’s thighs as the brunet moved more erratic, desperate, as she turned attention to the alpha before her. 

"Our shy alpha, all ours, all mine," Bucky growled across heated flesh before moving to take her lips, his hips slapping between thick thighs and feeling him nudge her cervix. Bucky was all alpha, Steve had nothing on the brunet who pressed her head back into the others hard chest as his knot finally worked its way in, making her break the kiss to whimper out at the burn it caused.

"Ok," Bucky panted in question, feeling her nod she was. Tenderly Bucky forced himself to slow, he didn’t want to hurt her, it was the last he wanted to do; to either of them.

Pushing back so the brunet could watch the woman close, Bucky was unprepared for the affection between their omega and the shy alpha he rocked his hips into. Tenderly Bucky observed Steve lean close to her ear, the blond cooing to the whimpering creature, assuring she was OK, encouraging her and pressing gentle kisses along marked neck. This was calming to Bucky, their omega being so caring over the other alpha in the group, it was an omega’s nature, and no cubs appeared to make nurturing stronger. 

The feel of her moving against his hips as before eased the brunets anxiety. Bucky moved to press his head into the crook of her neck opposite Steve who was still talking to her kindly. 

"I'm gonna-," she spoke so low neither almost heard. This was the first time ever not being able to control the need to cum. The care, the gentle motion of the alpha between her thighs, fingers pressing delicate nub and Bucky’s knot filling her was mind blowing.

"Go ahead doll," Bucky’s voice gritted, the alpha had been holding back for her.

The feel of velvet walls fluttering around his knot had Bucky spilling deep as they became locked together. This wasn't at all like either had been told this would go. First knots, they had been told were terrible, painful, but it appeared if an alpha cared enough he could disprove that.

She saw stars, breath hanging in her throat as thick body arched uncontrollably into Bucky and Steve who lessened pressure on overstimulated nerve. The feel of Bucky collapsing onto her shivering form had her going lax into Steve while the brunet peppered kisses along reddened and marked neck.

A shaky hand laced into her sweat matted hair, massaging the scalp as they felt Steve shifting from behind her for Bucky to lay them to their sides. Gingerly the brunet cradled her close, nuzzling under her neck, marking himself with her scent before doing the same to mark her.

The shy alpha was still except for her panting, Bucky feeling Steve moving her leg over his hip, assuring she was comfortable. Both had a feeling this had worn her out, first knots could do that. Tenderly Bucky shifted to watch Steve fret over her, the blond moving to mark her in his own scent and placing a hand to the one Bucky had laced into her hair to give it a squeeze.

Sitting back on his knees, Steve assured she was covered before getting up and disappearing down the hall. Moving to kiss over the shivering creature before him, Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the fact the bond was complete. The brunet couldn’t express how calm this made him, the shy creature nesting deeper into him to press her nose into his throat made him hold tighter.

In moments Steve returned, kneeling behind Bucky to speak to him. "I'm going to start dinner," the blond spoke, petting over her shivering form. “There’s clothes in the bathroom for both of you.”

Letting out a grunt he heard, Bucky only tugged her tight as if she was an omega in heat. Steve couldn’t explain how happy he was the two were taking to one another. So happy in fact, the blond had to change his own pants. Getting to his feet, Steve kept it quiet when he reached the kitchen so the two could rest.

As Bucky’s knot subsided, the brunet slowly rolled to his back, tugging the dozing alpha with him. Bucky looked up as the sleepy creature pushed up on his chest, the blanket pooling behind her as she sat up straddling his hips, hair a fuzzed mess that made him smile.

Looking around the room drunkenly, she spotted Steve in the kitchen cutting up a pumpkin. Heated hands flexed out over the alpha’s clothed chest under her, feeling him chuckle as she looked to Bucky and bed hair fell into her eyes.  

“Come here doll,” Bucky rasped, sitting up with cock still buried inside her to tug the shirt over her head and unclasp the bra bunched up under her chin. 

He could only smile as plump hips ground against him, the motion making him hard in moments. Tenderly Bucky wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck to pull her lips to his, the kiss gentle as hips rocked slowly. This time was slow, Bucky working his swiftly swelling knot back in place, making her pant out but this time she didn't tense in his hold as both finally came.

"God I can't get enough of you doll," Bucky whispered as she feel limp into his chest again, locked together once more. Slowly he nipped along her trembling jaw to flood senses and make him want more.

The flesh along her jaw was tender due to the men having nipped it every chance they had gotten when tangled together. It was to taste her arousal, nature's way of assuring the other was taking to the bond, scent mingling perfectly with theirs.

"I’ll go get you cleaned up when we release," Bucky murmured, feeling her nod against his chest. Kissing her fuzzed head as he tugged the blanket back over her naked body, calloused hand rubbing along sweat soaked spine for the shy alpha to melt in his touch.

It was a relief she was finally allowing the brunet to touch, let alone knot her. Leaning on the pile of pillows, Bucky rubbed over thick curves covered in the thin blanket, massaging the flesh and noting her dozing off once more. Laying his head back on the cushions, the shy alpha moved to rest so her nose pressed into stubbled cheek while Bucky looked into the kitchen to note Steve had made quick work of one of the pumpkins.

Stormy blue watched the blond as he moved about the area to realize both alphas had been at it for close to two hours. Giving a lopsided smile as he met Steve’s gaze, the brunet cradled the limp, dozing creature close as their omega stepped into the room to check on them.

"You done with her yet," Steve spoke up, stepping beside them to kneel, brushing disheveled hair out of her face. Steve leaned in to place his forehead to both theirs, nuzzling at the two gently.

"Sorry 'mega," Bucky whispered to Steve who paused, sensing the others apprehension at the thought he may have just betrayed their bond.

"For what? I love sharing you with her, this is perfect, you're both perfect," Steve reassured pressing a kiss to Bucky’s lips before doing the same to her. 

"Could you be any sappier," Bucky’s voice rasped, hand going to the nape of her neck to massage the flesh as she nudged along his jaw.

"I can actually, but I need you two to go get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready," he smiled getting to his feet.

"Ready doll," Bucky asked the quiet alpha laying on his chest. Carefully she nodded as he placed metal arm under plump buttocks and another around her back as he got to his feet to head to the bathroom.

His knot releasing in the shower, the brunet fretted and worried over the shaky creature held close. Ensuring she was clean and clothed comfortably, Bucky scooped her into his arms to carry back to the kitchen. Without hesitation, she cuddled into the alpha as he done so.

Giving a gentle kiss, Bucky placed her on the bench next to Steve as he took a seat on her opposite side, positioning their new mate between them. 

"Pumpkin soup," Steve spoke up, wrapping his hand around her neck, careful of reddened flesh as she turned to take the kiss offered. The woman not expecting it to be so deep but went with it.

Reaching out to wrap her fist in the shirt Steve wore, the blond pressed her into Bucky who could only smirk. Steve could be aggressive like an alpha when the mood arose and apparently she warranted it.

"I'm the lady killer," Bucky chuckled as Steve released her to meet the brunets gaze.

"Hey, I love the ladies as much as you, her especially,” the blond spoke, remaining close so his lips tickled over hers. “Sorry alpha, I may love her more than you," Steve spoke, giving puffy lips another kiss before Bucky wrapped a hand around the front of her throat, stroking the soft flesh as he wrapped the other around Steve’s neck to take a hasty kiss before placing his lips to hers.

"It's just fine," Bucky began, pulling away but kept close, not releasing she nor Steve as stormy blue held her gaze. "She deserves it all," Bucky smiled, the three sharing a quiet moment before turning to the food on the table before them, their shy alpha nestled safely between them.

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

@valkyrieofsmut‘s Bucky Barnes Masterlist!

My Masterlist is one of the first things I posted, and now it’s too far away to update! So here’s some more Bucky!          More Smut

Series

Never got over you (Complete!)

(Y/n), a physical trainer at the gym she worked so hard to lose her extra weight at after high school, and Bucky, a veteran sent home after losing his arm, are put in an uncomfortable situation; they are now housemates. Problem 1: they don’t like each other. Problem 2: the sexual tension between them keeps building. Problem 3: things keep pushing them together when they try to stay apart. Problem 4: they keep fantasizing about each other in ways that are definitely not helping the sexual tension. Problem 5: they’re not sure what it is, yet, but it’s sure to be as bad as the others.

Love, recorded (Posting in progress)

Ellie and Bucky have been friends for forever, they hang out together, work through the same temp agency, and live together, too! Everything is great, until they can’t pay rent. Now they’ll be homeless together, too. Bucky knows it’s not fair to ask Ellie to become a cam girl, performing erotic acts for money, to pay the rent, but they may have no other option. Hopefully they’ll be able to make rent before feelings for their best friend tears their relationship apart.  

I think I want to marry you (In processing)

CollegeAU. Bucky and (Y/n) get a little close while studying for finals. Tests are over and they celebrate the tried and true college way; alcohol. But in Las Vegas you can get into all sorts of trouble while drunk. After graduation, Bucky, who has spent all of college in ROTC, is shipped out, and (Y/n) finds a man she wants to marry. Problem? She finds out she’s already married, and Bucky doesn’t want to sign any divorce papers. He doesn’t like her fiance, either.

Falling for a surrogate (In processing)

ModernAU. Nat and Clint want to have a baby, but she can’t conceive due to a past injury. A friend of Nat’s makes a living as a surrogate for couples who can’t conceive and offers to help in exchange for a place to stay. Bucky meets her and finds that her growing body is something he wants, and not just for the short term.

One shots

Weak

Bucky always has to keep tight control over himself, staying strong when the hardiest man would give up, but (Y/n) broke through his walls without his permission. Will he be able to handle it if he’s not in control?

The girl from the cafe 100 follower celebration

After living through all he has, Bucky is a bit shy. Steve wants to help him out of his shell and decides to use his crush on the girl in the cafe of the tower as the way, and a party Tony is throwing as the place.

Best failed prank ever @gaybybirth's 10k celebration

(Y/n) has had a crush on Bucky since he came to the tower a while ago, but he’s a cocky playboy who likes to tease her. She has had enough and decides to get back at him with an attempted prank that goes wonderfully wrong.

How I see you   @omnomsauruswrites 200 followers celebration

(Y/n) is feeling really down, and after a terrible date, Bucky wants to make her feel better, but can he convince her that he thinks she’s beautiful? You can bet he’s about to do his damnedest!

Count ‘em for me   @propertyofpoeandbucky’s mystery writing challenge

(Y/n) and Bucky have unresolved sexual tension. She gets mouthy on a mission and Bucky decides to teach her a lesson, but she never dreamed she’d like the punishment this much, and neither did he… But he knows how to handle it. Counting to ten should be easy, but with Bucky overseeing you, it’s one of the hardest things ever… One of them.

The truth about the dare  Tagged by @tephi101 in truth or dare game

Friday night- game night! Tony is an ass, everyone knows that, but when Bucky practically runs away from a dare for (Y/n) to give him a lapdance, -for the second time!- she starts thinking it has something to do with her, but Bucky wants her to believe that that’s not the case, so (Y/n) gives him a dare to prove it.

Salvator  (The only not smut so far)

Bucky finds a half dead kitten on a mission an brings it home, Dawn helping him nurse it back to life and keep it hidden from Tony. Over time, he has started coming out of his shell, and realizes some feelings that he didn’t know he had. So, did he save the kitten, or did the kitten save him?

Bucky’s cookies @devilbat‘s Christmas challenge

Bucky misses some things about his past; his mother’s gingerbread cookies are one of the things that always had happy memories associated with them. He can’t recreate them, but it does lead to an opportunity to create more happy memories.

Be good for Sarge, Kitten 

Bucky wants to give (Y/n) a wonderful night. This is really… mostly something I wrote for me because it’s a so called “special day”.

Let me keep you warm (working title, in processing)

Ok, so this was just messages that I read, and was inspired... In processing...

More Smut

[just-the-hiddles]

Anything You Can Do | Loki x Female Reader

A/N:  This came out of a conversation about Stephen Strange and Loki taking bets on who was better at magic and training the reader.  

Pairing:   Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  You are an apprentice training directly under the tutelage of Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme.  And it is not going well.  Loki challenges Strange that he could train you better than him.  Terms are set and you whisked off for the next three months to train in secret with Loki.  During that time, you learn more than just magic.

Warnings: Cursing, too much fluff, mentions of shitty parenting, implied smut, Strange being a bit of a dick.

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-

“No, no, no NO!” Stephen bellowed while you slumped to the floor. You had been at this for hours and there seemed to be no end in sight. 

“She’s tired.” Loki commented from the far wall. He leaned casually, inspecting his nails and seemingly uninterested. 

Stephen glared at Loki. “What part of silent observer is difficult for you to understand?”

Loki pushed off the wall with his shoulder and strolled to where you and Stephen stood. “The part where you insist on torturing and tormenting your student.” Loki gestured towards you. “Look at her, wizard. She can barely stand, let alone complete the complex incantation you are expecting of her.”

Stephen puffed out his chest. “My students work best under extreme conditions. Like a diamond—”

Loki rolled his eyes and moved to help you up. “—Please don’t finish that thought. I just ate. Here.” He offered you a hand, and you took it, pulling yourself to your feet. “Strange, your methods are as archaic as your magic.”

Stephen sneered. “Do you think you could do better with her? She lacks focus. Discipline.” Your chin dropped. Stephen was the strictest teacher you ever had. It seemed nothing less than perfection was acceptable. 

“I do.” Loki retorted. Your eyes snapped to him. Training with Loki? You weren’t sure if this was a blessing or curse. The god was notorious for his outbursts. 

Stephen arched an eyebrow. “A wager?”

Loki nodded. “Name the terms.” 

“You trained her solely for three months and then put on a demonstration at the end.”

“And if I win?” Loki asked. “Will you continue to allow her to train with me? Without your interference?”

“With pleasure.” Stephen smiled. He extended a hand towards Loki. 

“Woah, woah.” You stepped between the two of them. “Don’t I get a say in any of this?”

Loki blinked and crossed his arms. “Yes. What do you want to do?”

You chewed on your lip. Things weren’t going well with Stephen, that was obvious. But it was a situation of the devil you know versus the devil you don’t.

“I think…” You chose your words with care. “… what I am doing now is not working. And perhaps a break would be good for everyone involved.” 

Stephen nodded with an eye roll. “Fine. She’s all yours, Loki.” He turned with a flourish, his cloak floating behind him. “Good luck.” 

Once Stephen disappeared from sight, you turned to face Loki with trepidation. “So….” You rocked back on your heels. 

Loki sized you up. “Meet here at six in the morning. We start tomorrow.” 

He disappeared in a flash, leaving you wondering what you had agreed to.

-

Loki smiled as he saw you standing the courtyard a full five minutes early. 

“Excellent. Let’s go.” Loki extended his hand to you. 

“Where are we going?”

“Not here. I won’t have Strange snooping about. Now take my hand.” He shook his hand at you. 

With much trepidation, you placed your hand in his. He gave a mischievous smile as the two of you were enveloped in golden light. 

“I would hold on tight.” He chuckled as he pulled you against him. 

Before you knew it, your feet met solid ground and your head pressed into the solid muscular mass of Loki’s shoulder.

“You can let go now.” Loki commented as he attempted to pry his arm from the death grip of your nails. “Not that I am not used to beautiful women throwing themselves at me.” 

He let loose a bit of a chuckle as you glared at him with an expression of shock, horror, and bewilderment. 

“Just a bit of humor to lighten the mood. I get the impression Dr. Strange is not one for jokes during training.”

You cleared your throat, letting loose a nervous giggle. Like Loki would fancy you, you thought derisively. 

“I appreciate that. Where would you like to start?” You tugged your tunic in place. 

“Well first, let’s get you out of those ridiculous robes.” Loki flicked his wrist and replaced your apprentice robes with jeans and a t-shirt. “Now that my eyesight isn’t being assaulted, show me what you have learned so far.” 

You furrowed your brow in concentration, slipping your sling ring onto your fingers. As you gestured in the air, drawing the symbols from sparks, Loki’s eyes never wavered. The sparks flew in that air and initially materialized only to dissipate. 

“I’m nervous.” you apologized. 

“Loki rubbed his chin. “That much is clear. But I can see why the Sorcerer is so hard on you. The potential is astounding.” Loki circled you. He pulled your sling ring off. “But you don’t need this to focus your power. I can teach you. If you are willing.” He stared at you with those piercing green eyes. 

“I would like that.” You stared back. 

Loki nodded, breaking the tension. “Good, then let’s get started.” He rolled up his sleeves.

-

Three Weeks Later

“It is no use, Loki. I can’t do it!” you cried out as once again you failed to move the apple from one pedestal to another. 

Loki gazed up from his reading. “Not with that attitude.” He closed his book and walked behind you. His hands lighted on your shoulders, sending a shiver up your spine. “You are so tense.” He rubbed his thumbs into the muscles. “I am not your Dr. Strange. I have been spoken to harshly enough in my lifetime to know they do little good in terms of motivation.” 

Loki gazed into the distance, remembering his less than idyllic childhood. Odin constantly comparing his prowess with a sword to Thor, while overlooking Loki’s clear talents in diplomacy and magic. Had it not been for his mother, Loki would have gone mad. 

“Now relax.” His hands slid down your arms. “Close your eyes and envision the apple moving in your mind as you perform the spell.”

You closed your eyes and focused on seeing the apple moving from one spot to another as you moved your hands. 

“Open your eyes.” Loki whispered in your ear. 

You peeked one eye open to spy the apple moved. 

“I did it!” you squealed with delight. “I did it, Loki!” 

Loki grinned from ear to ear at not only your success but your reaction to it. “Yes, you did.” He blushed as you jumped up to kiss his cheek. He cleared his throat. “Now do it again.” His cheek flushing again as you turned around and completed the spell successfully again. 

Again you jumped with glee, clapping your hands. Loki clasped his hands behind him and rocked back onto the heels of his boots. “Excellent work. Let’s break for lunch and continue your lessons this afternoon.” 

You grabbed your things to head back to the room where you were staying during your studies for the next three months. Loki insisted on no outside distractions or influence from Strange or anyone else. As best you could tell, the two of you were ensconced somewhere on Asgard. You overheard mention of a summer residence. 

“I hoped you would lunch with me this afternoon.” Loki chimed in. He quickly added. “to discuss your lessons.” 

“Who can resist an offer so eloquently presented?” you giggled. “Lead the way.” 

Loki smiled and offered his arm to you, which you gladly took. 

-

The Eve Before the Demonstration

It was well after dinner. You didn’t eat much. Loki noticed. He noticed everything about you these days. Much to his irritation. And tomorrow was the demonstration. Loki paced the halls. He hadn’t planned on becoming infatuated by you. A complication to his teaching of you. And it would seem you were uninterested in anything more than a professional relationship. 

“Damn it!” Loki overheard you cursing in the courtyard. 

“You need to rest.” Loki stepped out of the shadows, causing you to jump.

You regained your composure. “It needs to be perfect.” 

Loki stepped behind you and rubbed your shoulders. “And it will be. But you need sleep.” 

“I can’t sleep. I’m too nervous. What if I fail? I can’t bear the thought of failing in front of Strange.” A single tear fell onto your cheek.

Loki turned you to face him and hugged you tight. “You won’t fail. Of all the humans I have met, I have never met one with such determination and discipline.”

“I could not have done it without you.” You gazed up at Loki. 

He squeezed your shoulders again. “Nonsense. All you needed was a gentle but firm hand and the space to relax. But you did the work.”

Your heart fluttered as Loki praised you. You realized he was your teacher in the ways of magic, but your admiration for his skill had grown into something more. Highly inappropriately something more.

“And I want to assure that when—”

“—If.” you interjected.

“—When you succeed, you are not obligated to continue your training with me.” Loki’s eyes turned downcast. “It must have been hard to be separated from your friends and family these past several months. I hope my company hasn’t been too horrid.” 

You gave his chest a playful shove. “Not at all. I have found your company rather… charming.” you smiled. “And I am afraid there weren’t many to miss me on Earth. I kept to myself until Strange found me and began my studies.” You fidgeted. 

“I see.” Loki rubbed your shoulders once more. “Well, let’s see you off to bed.” He offered his arm once, and you took it. 

You reached the doors to your bedchamber far sooner than you hoped. Your fingers lingered on the doorknob, attempting to screw up the courage to say what has been weighing on your heart for well over two months. In the end, you chickened out.

“Good night, Loki.” you sighed. 

“Good night, love. We will depart immediately after breakfast in the morning.” His voice held a certain heaviness you never noticed before.

You nodded and disappeared behind your door. Loki turned away with a heavy heart.

-

The Next Day

“I’m waiting!” Stephen called out from the chair where he was sprawled out, legs hanging over one arm. 

“I can’t do it. We can tell him I’m sick. Reschedule for tomorrow.” You paced the floor, wringing your hands. 

“You can. I won’t and absolutely not.” Loki crossed his arms at you. “Stop stalling and go out there.” 

Your eyes welled with tears. “Please don’t make me go out there by myself. I can’t face him alone.” 

Loki’s hands dropped by his side. He moved to grab your shoulders. “You can do this, my love.” You were so nervous, you didn’t notice the slight change to his sentiment. “Now go, so we can celebrate.

You nodded and headed out there. Loki tucked himself in the back of the room to watch you. A few deep breaths and you began. Your first trick was to move the chair Stephen sat on, causing the Sorcerer to hit the ground with a heavy thud. Loki chuckled from the corner in approval. 

With fast and swift hand motions, you reappeared the chair underneath you, mirroring Stephen’s earlier posture. You procured an apple from thin air to eat. Stephen stood silently for several moments before clapping his hands together.

“Well done, Loki.” he commented with a dark chuckle. “It would seem that you have tamed the untameable.” He walked to meet Loki with an outstretched hand. 

Loki stepped beside you with a scowl. “The credit goes to her, not me. And if you stopped shouting once in a while, you would see the rare talent…” He turned to gaze at you. “… the rare woman you have standing in front of you.” 

Stephen’s mouth dropped open in shock. “It would seem you have bested me.” He extended his hand to you, which you shook with a firm grip. He turned to Loki once more. “she’s your pupil.” 

Loki cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. “If it is all the same, I would rather decline the role of teacher.”

You gasped and turned to Loki in anguish. “Why? I thought… you… I…” you blubbered, tears flowing freely down your face.

“I would much prefer the title of partner.” Loki turned to you. “That is, if you will have me. What do you say, my love?” He reached out and cupped your face.

“Yes!” you squealed before he pulled you into a passionate kiss. His lips soft but hungry against yours. You didn’t care if Stephen stared. All that mattered at the moment was Loki. 

“I’ll leave you two be.” Stephen muttered with a wink as he disappeared into the Sanctorum. 

Loki parted, his chest heaving. “Let us return home, my love. There are more lessons to learn.”

“But you said—”

Loki’s eyes twinkled. “ — I shall teach this lesson in the bedroom, my love.” 

You couldn’t wait to get started.

[sabine-leo]

It had been a struggle to get here.

Traffic was unrelenting. Getting through the crowd that had not gotten a seat inside and camped outside the venue turned out to be a challenge in itself. Finally inside you flung the ballcap off Bens head and looked at him over the rim of your big sunglasses.

“Did you really think that THIS…” You pointed at his and your outfit consisting of ballcaps, sunglasses and an oversized hoodie “…would work as a good enough deception?!”

Ben grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “We are inside, aren´t we?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled a little bit. Your nerves started to get the better of you quicker than you had expected. With a knowing grin Ben nudged your side. “That bad huh?!”

“Oh shut it Ben.” But although you tried to be calm and collected you blushed.

You got rid of the hoodie and stuffed it into a backpack along with the glasses and hat.

“Let´s get upstairs, I think we are already running a little late.” Ben said and held open the door to a staircase.

“Why would we be late? You were deceiving the crowd outside so well….you only needed to write 200 autographs.”

Ben huffed out laughingly and took two stairs at a time.

“If you need to be flippant to calm your nerves, be my guest.”  

He was right, of course he was.

“Sorry.” You said softly and smiled apologizingly at him. 

“I know that I am only in here because of your help. Thank you, Ben.”

“Don´t fret I will get my payment soon enough.” He grinned and opened another set of doors- now holding up his index finger to his lips.

The voice that washed over all of your senses now was equally British and smooth. The deep timbre reaching places no other voice would ever touch. A smile spread on your face and a warm feeling spread through every inch of your body as you lay eyes on its owner. Ben tugged you to his side, staying in the shadows of the balcony. On stage, on a leather sofa, in his typical manner sat Tom and answered questions. The man you had been seeing for some months before he had to go overseas took your breath away every time you looked at him. As humble and attentive as ever, he answered every question with honest thought and a smile on his handsome features. The panel was fun to listen to and a lot of laughs bubbled out of you when Tom told some inside stories from set. Easing a little bit of the ache you had felt during the 8 weeks a whole ocean had been between you and him.

You had been so engulfed in watching him shift in his seat, get up to pace the stage and always turning towards the asker that you flinched a little bit as you heard Bens voice through the sound system. He fake-tried to mask his accent and unique voice but did a poor job.

“Sooo I wanted to ask. Did you ever miss something while being away from home?”

Toms head snapped up and the 2 interviewers on stage started to laugh and looked at the screen behind them to get a better view on who was talking through the camera pointed on Ben now.

Ben grinned and waved at Tom before he grabbed your arm and tugged you next to him.

Toms face froze for a moment before it filled with wonder and started to glow from within. A big smile that reached his eyes lit up his beautiful appearance. There was pure joy written all over his features. He gulped one time, then another before lifting the microphone to his lips. He really tried hard to keep his cool.

“Did I miss….or do I miss something while being away?”

Ben grinned “That´s what I asked, yes.”

“Hmm..” Tom bit his lip for a second to keep himself from smiling again.

“A decent cup pf tea…” He started and earned a laugh for his efforts before he tried to continue.

“I guess I am getting accustomed to traveling….” He huffed and closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose while pacing blindly for a second. Nervous, he seemed nervous.

“…Sorry…” he said with a breath leaving his lungs in a puff. “…I can´t…” He looked up at Ben and then directly into your eyes. “Ben. Get her down here, now.”

The crowd went utterly silent but Ben sprang into action, tugging you along. Downstairs. Into the main hall, down the corridor leading to the stage. Half way down, the crowd gasped when Tom jumped off stage and quickly strode towards you. Ben got out of the way in the last second before Tom grabbed your face with both hands and planted a kiss onto your lips that was nothing short of sizzling hot. He hugged you as close as possible afterwards and rested his head on top of yours for a second. Catcalls and gasps from the audience made Ben laugh and Tom grin with a blush tinting his razor-sharp cheekbones slightly red. You just hid your face against his chest and giggled nervously.

Tom entwined his hand with yours after letting go of your body slowly. His eyes found yours for a second and he smiled a beautiful, encouraging smile. “Follow me…” he whispered into your ear and started to walk onto stage with Ben following the both of you. Picking up his microphone again he hugged you to his side and said to the crowd.

“Meet my girlfriend (Y/N).”

Tom turned to you and added with a boyish grin. “I guess I wholeheartedly kissed our secret to bits just now…”

To prove his point and because he could not keep his distance he kissed you again…

AN: After finaly getting a new chapter of a smile to remember online I needed to write something short and fluffy to get my groove back. Hope you don´t mind ;) 

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poison & wine- part 14

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1494

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N:  Things are getting good! There’s more drama to come so stay tuned. Also thanks for reading everyone. I love seeing all your excited comments! Please let me know if you’ll like to be tagged!

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“You don’t know who your father is?!” 

You let out a sigh at the sound of Loki’s alarmed voice in the room. You had failed to notice his appearance and you blamed the magical doors that apparently allowed anyone inside without hesitation. 

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” you ask. “Perhaps maybe privacy?” 

“You had me believe you knew who your father was,” Loki states in annoyance.

“It’s not my fault you fell for my lie,” you shrug confused as to why he was so worked up by your revelation. “Though it really wasn’t a lie. You made an assumption and didn’t think of confirming it.” 

Loki rolls his eyes at your technicality not amused at your current tactic to get under his skin. 

“Then what is the purpose of all this? Why are you even here?” 

“Because I do want information on my father such as who he is,” you clarify. “And I want to meet him.”

“I didn’t sign up for this...” 

“Yes, you did! You made a deal!” 

Loki opens his mouth to argue this further but Frigga steps in. 

“You two are being quite loud,” Frigga calmly states. “I understand that this revelation isn’t what we were all hoping for but we must plan accordingly. Y/N is still in need of your protection, Loki, and because you made a deal with her, you will honor it.”

Frigga turns to look at you with a promising expression. 

“We will find who your father is and we will protect you along the way.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

Frigga nods in response and turns back to look at Loki.

“Now, why have you come unannounced to my chambers, son?” Frigga asks. “You interrupted a private conversation.” 

Loki scowls at being reprimanded but doesn’t comment on it. 

“Odin has asked for Y/N,” Loki states. “He wishes for our courtship to follow Asgardian traditions which means…”

“He wants to offer his blessing,” Frigga frowns. “And more…” 

You scowl at the addition and wonder what you could have possibly signed up for. As if sensing your concern, Frigga turns to you and offers you an encouraging smile.

“Don’t fret,” she tells you. “All will be explained.” 

This doesn’t assure you at all. Being called to speak to Odin about your courtship with no preparation at all was just a recipe for disaster. 

“Now you two get going,” Frigga orders. “If you waste more time, Odin will grow suspicious.” 

You don’t need to be told twice and Loki is quick to offer his arm for you to take. You slip your hand to the crook of his arm and allow him to escort you out. The silence you’re met with after should have been a reprieve except you knew Loki was still reeling from your revelation.

“I’m sorry I tricked you,” you find yourself apologizing to him. “I just… I knew this would be the reaction.” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Well it seems like you do,” you point out. “You’re upset.” 

Loki’s scowl deepens and you don’t understand why he’s taken such offense. 

“Why are you so upset?” 

“I’m tired of people making a fool of me,” Loki grits out as he glared down at you. “I may be the God of Lies but that doesn’t mean I enjoy being lied to.” 

“You know you’re being hypocritical seeing as you lied to me first,” you argue. “You manipulated me into this courtship by withholding vital information. Your mother herself said you even have your own selfish reasons in doing so… so don’t act so hurt when I’ve been playing this game the same way you are.”

Loki’s glare is still intense but the tension in his body disappears. You had a point. You knew you had a point. And you knew he hated that you were right. 

“We will discuss this later,” Loki sighs out. “For now, act happy and in love with me.”

You immediately take a deep breath and smile softly up at him. 

“Is that loving enough for you?” 

“You’re insufferable,” Loki mutters as he turns away from you. “Now keep up. We’re about to have quite an audience.” 

You hope he’s lying to you this time, but he isn’t. The moment you enter the courtyard, there is a brief moment of silence before whispers take its place. All eyes are on you and Loki causing you to hold on to him a little tighter.  

Surprisingly enough, he looks down at you with a soft smile and raises your hand to press a light kiss on it. You almost believe he’s being sincere but you are reminded that this is all a lie. Either way, the act eases you enough that you are able to ignore the whispers that uttered your name and continue forward. 

Loki leads you to the throne room where you find King Odin waiting. He remains as serious as you first met him. His gaze picking you apart in the few seconds that you’ve been in his presence. 

“Lady Y/N,” he greets. 

“Your majesty,” you greet in return as you offer a slight bow. 

“Thank you for coming,” Odin states, his expression never wavering. “It seems like my son left a few details out last night when we first met.” 

You can’t help but glance over at Loki unsure of how you were meant to respond to that. 

“Odin, do not accuse her…” 

You squeeze Loki’s arm in alarm. You didn’t know what you would do if they both got into an argument at this moment. 

“Forgive me… forgive us for keeping the information secret. It was a decision we both agreed on when Loki decided to bring me to Asgard,” you interrupt him. “We were… We were unsure of how you would take it and in all honesty, I was scared enough to be here as a guest. Loki didn’t want to add more onto my plate so we decided to keep this to ourselves.” 

Odin hums at your response. His expression softening slightly as he considered your words. 

“I can’t forgive you,” Odin states, causing you and Loki to tense in alarm. “For there is nothing to forgive you for. I understand your unique situation and I wish nothing but happiness for the both of you. That said, you have my blessing under one simple condition.” 

You glance over at Loki in apprehension but he just scowls in annoyance. 

“Your relationship may be advanced in Midgardian tradition but I wish to see it under the structure of courtship in Asgard.” 

Loki lets out an exasperated sigh but knew better than to argue with Odin at the moment.  

“There will be certain traditions I hope you may follow,” Odin explains with a smile that you can’t help but believe be of amusement. “We will start simple with an act of gift giving and then progress to banquets so you may introduce your relationship to Asgardian society. From there, well… we shall see if you’ll reach the next stage.” 

You try to make sense of what he’s requesting. It seems simple enough that you don’t understand why Odin believed your lie would collapse before then. 

“Loki honoring our tradition, you will give Lady Y/N a blade crafted for her use only,” Odin states. “As for you, Lady Y/N, it is tradition that a woman shall give her partner a handmade shirt for him to wear. You will show off these gifts of affection on your first banquet which will be two nights from now.”

That was a quick turnaround and you now realized the king was hoping to set you up to fail. You didn’t understand the urgency of doing so but you knew that those secrets that Loki has been hiding were most likely the answer to your question.  

“I hope that won’t be too much trouble.” 

You were not someone so easily scared off and you enjoyed a good challenge here and there.

“Not at all,” you respond to Odin as you offer him a smile. “If this is what you wish, then so be it.” 

Odin seems to realize that you were no stranger with a battle of authority. Perhaps you and Loki were a true match if that were the case. 

“If that is all, Odin, we wish to retire to our rooms,” Loki states. “It has been quite a day.” 

“Ah yes, you may take your leave,” Odin responds watching as Loki escorts you out. The moment the doors are about to be open he speaks again. “There should be no need of me to remind you that though you may be sharing a room, your actions have consequences. Please do try to avoid another scandal.”

Loki drags you away at Odin’s parting words in fear that you might bite his head off at the accusation made. He was right in doing so as your face had grown red in a mix of embarrassment and anger. 

“Your father’s an ass.” 

Loki could only laugh in agreement.

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[ladybugsfanfics]

Kissing Santa | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader | One Shot

WC: 829

Warnings: alludes to sex otherwise none, really this is just very cute, or yk if you don’t wanna imagine Bucky in only santa pants and suspenders...

Summary: writen for @mybesttobobcratchit​‘s 500 followers writing challenge (congratulations!). Prompt was: “That’s the nice thing about telling the truth; you don’t have nearly as much to keep track of.”

A/N: It’s christmas, i don’t know where this came from. Honestly, but i like it and I hope you enjoy ^_^ MERRY CHRISTMAS!

You lean against the doorway as the red-suited man pulls the last gift from his bag. A smile colors your face, and you look around you to check that none of your kids had woken up to try and get a glimpse of Santa. After all, you had told them he would come sometime tonight, you wouldn’t hold it past at least the five-year old, to check to see if he was real. 

Seeing that the coast is clear, you take the few steps leading to the man. He’s turning around as you stop behind him. When he sees you, you press your lips together, because who would’ve thought you’d ever find Santa hot. 

“Ho, ho, ho,” he says, a little mockingly. You roll your eyes. “Shouldn’t you be in bed as the rest of the family?”

You shrug. “Just waiting for my husband to join me.” 

“That’s why you forgot the milk and cookies?” He raises a brow and cocks his head slightly to the side. 

“No, forgot those on purpose.” You tug at the fake beard covering the lower half of Bucky’s face. “Now, what do you say to joining me in the bedroom?” 

He blinks a little, but smirks. “Really now?”

You pull the beard fully down, showing of his five o’clock shadow, and lean up to press your lips against his. Barely brushing over his lips, you whisper against them, “really.”

Only, Bucky doesn’t get to reply before a little figure comes into your peripheral vision. It runs at a fast speed before it crashes into your leg and wraps its arms around it. “No, mommy, don’t do it!” 

Both you and Bucky look down at your son. His face is contorted into an anxious expression, big blue eyes taking after his father looking up at you. A hint of sadness and betrayal colors them. 

“Oh, sweetie,” you say and crouch down to his level. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your daddy, okay?”

He nods, but the look still rests on his face.

“But you’re a big boy, right?” you ask him, and he nods again. “So, you’re old enough to get in on a secret?” 

Your son nods frantically, expression changed to something more akin to excited. “I wanna hear the secret. Is it some special club?”

You can’t help, but smile at that. Yet, you shake your head. “No, it’s not. The secret is that Santa doesn’t exist.”

He only frowns at that. Nose scrunched up and eyes regarding you with skepticism. 

“See up on his face.” You point up at Bucky. “Does it look like Santa?”

“No, it looks like daddy!” And the boy’s eyes grow wide as a smile covers his face and he turns to hug his dad. “Are you one of Santa’s helpers?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, as your mom said, Santa doesn’t exist. But if you’re extra nice, you might still get presents from him, or someone saying they’re him.”

“But this is a secret,” you say, as serious as you can, “so you can’t tell your brother and sister, alright?”

He nods, pulls two fingers across his lips as if sealing them shut, and then puts his hand on his heart and says, “I swear on the life of my mommy and daddy.”

It does squeeze at your heart how adorable he is. 

“Okay, now, back to bed.” 

Despite your son’s usually annoyed behaviour at going to bed, he does so now without complaining. And after you’ve tucked him in and turned off the light in his room, you go back to your own.

And in there you find a stripped Santa. You have to bite your lip to keep from making a sound.

Tangled in the sheets (something he has to have done on purpose), lies Bucky. Shirtless, with only santa pants and suspenders. As he hears your steps, he looks up. A smile on his face and a gaze that beckons you over. You comply without making a sound, lightly stumbling your way onto the bed.

“Why’d you tell him Santa isn’t real?” Bucky asks as he drags you close to him.. 

“What’s the point in lying to your kids?” you counter. 

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Keeping up the magic of Christmas? It’s not like you’ve said the Easter Bunny isn’t real.”

You pat his chest and trace a finger down one of the suspenders. “That’s the nice thing about telling the truth; you don’t have nearly as much to keep track of.” Your hand stops by the lining of his pants. 

“You’re unbelievable,” he breathes.

“And you’re very much believable.” You look up at him innocently, though a smirk colors your lips. “You’re keeping these pants on, right? Suspenders, too.” 

Bucky chuckles and lets his lips brush against yours. “You really are something, huh?” And when you nod, he captures your lips in his  and you let your hands slips further down his pants.  

Christmas just got a whole lot more exciting.

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[gingerwritess]

Smutty angst. Angst induced smut. Smut induced angst. I'm a slut for emotional pain

Prompt: “nobody’s seen you in days”

Word count: 891

Warnings: angst, not too graphic lil bit rough smut (nothing too descriptive, y’all know)

A/N: for @whirlybirbs nostalgia writing challenge! Just a short lil somethin for her to read cause she is an angel who deserves Loki’s love and the whole universe. The nostalgia of this in my mind is that angsty “it wasn’t really Loki !1!!” that we all thought of when Avengers came out, but now we can quote Marvel on it soooo :))))

Loki used to always look good.

It’s an effortless kind of beauty, finding that perfect little niche between radiant and caliginous to keep himself planted, always holding a curious obscurity in his bright eyes. He’s never looked bad, or ugly, or in any way unattractive…

Tonight he looks sick.

In fact, he’s been looking sick for a while now. His eyes have sunken, cheeks gone hollow, his pale skin turned grey, and you’ve noticed he’s growing his hair out.

“I want to,” he had told you when you asked of it one night, his head turning on your lap to gaze up at you. “Something needed to change.”

It reaches to his shoulders now, straight and slightly turned up at the end of each uneven layer. A good look, you can’t deny, but just…just not him.

Tonight his eyes are red.

You hardly get a chance to see them, though. He closes them as soon as he lays beside you, turning his back to you—that’s become frequent, you’ve realised, only telling you his thoughts have been particularly troublesome the last few nights.

Right away your arm drapes over his side and you tuck your knees behind his, fingers interlacing somewhere over his chest, and you lean your head against his back.

“I’m here, y’know.”

His voice is barely audible, hoarse and cracked, echoing through his chest. “I know.”

“…for you, I mean.”

“I know.”

He accepts affection so well, doesn’t he?

You sigh and press your lips to his back, planting a light trail of kisses down his spine. It’s protruding from his back a bit more than usual these days, the rippling muscles having diminished and pulling the skin taut against his bones.

Your lips go numb after only a few seconds—his skin is ice.

The god shudders when you stop, and you can feel it. It’s almost a shiver, as if for once he felt the cold just as brutally as you do. A blind hand searches for the blanket, pulling it over the two of you, and red eyes open again.

Loki is cold, awake, exhausted.

Tonight the sheets are empty.

Your arm lays across the bed where he would be, where the indent of his body weight has nearly disappeared after having no occupant for so long. He’s been gone for days now, you’re not sure where, but you know better than to ask.

Last time you asked, he had turned his back on you and left again.

It could be months on end that he’s gone, it could be no more than a day, but every time he comes home, he’s a little further away.

“Where do you go, love?” You ask anyways, clutching his hand tighter to your chest. “Don’t you trust me enough to tell me?”

Surprisingly, a smile tugs at his lips. “To worry is precious, darling, and you do it so well.”

“I am worried about you, Loki, nobody’s seen you in days.”

“All the better for them,” he hums, passing off the question easier than a bothersome bug.

He still looks sick, but this time it seems like he knows it. That smile wasn’t very reassuring, and the kiss he places on your lips doesn’t do much to convince you either, but you have to take what you can get.

Your hands curl into his shirt before he can pull away and you press your chest to his—it’s not as solid as before, it’s sunken now and you caught a glimpse of his ribs last night when he was showering.

But you lift his shirt over his head and kiss down his bruised throat, hands toying with his belts and silently begging him to let you try to make him feel better, since he’s so keen on denying your comfort.

Tonight his love is pain.

Nails dig into your hips and his hair sticks to your cheek, his teeth clamped firmly down on your shoulder as you scramble to brace yourself against the headboard.

The pain is nice, you think when his hand finds your throat, it’s him, he’s home.

You scratch lines of red skin down his back and claw at his hand, squeezing his waist with your thighs and it’s hard to remember any other way to love, hard to remember the last soft kiss that burned your lips. These days, his kisses have gone cold.

It becomes nearly impossible to recall when Loki was careful, concerned about hurting you—or when you were worried about getting hurt.

Now you want to hurt, just so you can take some of his pain.

You tell him to move faster, squeeze harder, do everything harder, you order him to chase his release first and not hold anything back, for god’s sake, just to let this broken man feel something good for once.

He’s sweating when he peels himself away, having collapsed on your chest and held you closer than ever before when he finished, and he pulls himself off of you to lay beside you and gather you into his arms.

“I am not leaving you,” he whispers and presses his lips to your temple, “I am taken from you, you have to believe me.”

His chest heaves as he fails to catch his breath, but he kisses you anyways.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know any more.” He gazes down at you with pleading eyes, his breath wonderfully cold on your burning skin. “Do us both the favour…don’t ask.”

You don’t.

Tomorrow night, green eyes will be blue.

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