#marvel drabble

[spaceycat]

bob reynolds who gets sexually pent up a lot and doesn't want to bother you with a single thing so commonly has to take it into his own hands, literally. until you catch him jerking off in the shower after you heard his sweet little moans and whimpers coming from the bathroom when you woke up. the sight was nothing less of holy, his hair sticking to his face under the stream of the water - mouth slightly open voicing the sounds you've grown used to, water slipping down his body framing his abs and v line and the soapy hand thats wrapped around his cock as his hips buck into his own palm.

"bob?" his eyes snapped open, looking over to you - the position conflicting. a red coating his cheeks up to the tips of his ears, "i-- baby, i'm sorry.." then you noticed his hand didn't let up, you slipped out of your clothes, joining him in the shower.

"you could've told me about this.. could've let you get this out of your system." "i didn't want to bother you--" "don't think like that.." with that you sunk to your knees, the tiles poking at your knees - bob's cock twitched as his adam's apple bobbed at the sight. "you- you don't need to do tha..." he cut himself off with a whimper as you placed a kiss to his red, leaking tip. "i want to." you grabbed his hand, directing it into your hair. his fingers hesitantly wrapping around the strands.

bob's legs didn't work after that, but his little issue was resolved - even if everyone in the tower heard his predicament.

[multific]

Soft Hands, Heavy Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky tries to pull away, convinced he’s too broken to deserve love.

The rain had stopped, but Bucky hadn’t.

You found him on the rooftop, just after midnight.

His coat was too thin. His fists were clenched. His silence was louder than any thunder.

“You missed dinner,” you said gently.

He didn’t look at you.

You approached him slowly, the cold making you shiver.

You knew better than to touch him without warning, but gods, you wanted to. He looked like a man holding the world together by the edge of his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“You didn’t.” You paused. “But you’re scaring me, Bucky.”

That made him flinch.

Not at the fear but rather at the thought that he caused it.

“I shouldn’t be near you,” he said after a long moment, voice raw. “I thought I could. I thought maybe I was something new now. But I’m not. I still have… all of this inside me.”

He gestured to himself like he were something dirty. Something broken.

You stepped beside him, arms crossed tightly.

“Do you think I don’t know that?” you asked. “Do you think I don’t see it? The way you wake up sweating, the way your jaw clenches when someone walks too fast behind you. The way you keep apologising for being in the room?”

He turned toward you, pain carved into every line of his face.

“You deserve someone whole,” he said. “Someone who doesn’t look in the mirror and see a murderer. Someone who doesn’t count every good day like it’s borrowed time.”

You didn’t speak right away. Then you stepped in front of him and reached for his hand, his metal one.

He froze.

Then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours.

“You think I love you despite your scars?” you whispered. “No, Bucky. I love you because you still stayed kind. Because even with blood on your hands, you use them to hold me like I’m made of light.”

His throat worked like he wanted to speak but couldn’t.

“You think you’re hard to love,” you added, voice shaking. “But you make it the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

He looked at you then, and god, you saw all of it. The fear. The need. The way he wanted to believe you but didn’t know how.

And still, he leaned in.

His forehead touched yours. Cold skin to warm.

“I don’t know how to be this,” he whispered. “To be soft. To be loved.”

“You don’t have to know how.” Your lips brushed his. “Just don’t run from it.”

He kissed you then, hesitant at first, like it might burn him. Then deeper, like it was saving him. And maybe it was.

Because when he pulled back, something had shifted in his eyes.

Less pain. More wonder.

And when he pulled you into his chest, your head tucked beneath his chin, you felt it:

The rhythm of a heavy heart trying to beat softer.

Just for you.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[gay-dorito-dust]

Bob felt something hit his shoulder, a weight resting there as though it was meant to be there, so he looked over in curiousity and noticed that it was you and a smile spread across his face.

This wasn't the first time you had fell asleep on his shoulder, yet bob cherished each and every time that you did, keeping them close to his chest as precious moments he can look back on when he felt like he wasn't worth the chaos The Void caused.

It was these soft, slower moments where Bob got to be within his own mind as he admired just how content you looked upon his shoulder, so at peace and at a calm that you can only be when sleeping on his shoulder.

You just looked like you were home as you slumbered on him, face becoming one of distrubance when he moved, which only made him freeze in his spot as he hoped that he didn't wake you up from whatever dream you were experiencing; only for you to regain your peace and nuzzle futher against his shoulder.

while sweet Bob can only wonder how you can be this vulnerable with him, have this much faith and trust in him to fully believe the reality that he wouldn't do anything to disturb or ruin that faith you had in him, to be comfortable enough with him to be able to know he'll keep you safe as you rest. All questions that he hopped to ask you one day in hopes of understanding your mind and wanting to see what you see when you look at him.

Yet he wouldn't allow anyone else to ruin your sleep, always making sure no one was talking louder then they should near you, and even if they were then Bob would cover your ears with his hand as he hoped that he nullified their voice enough to keep you in the land of dreams. Or if you were trying to be in a more comfortable postion then Bob will wordlessly move you in a way where you wouldn't wake with a ache in your neck.

Bob might not know why you put so much faith, so much trust in him to not wake you up or do something that will make you rethink in sleeping on his shoulder, but he will sure as shit give you even more reasons to keep doing things that perplex him; keep reminding you why you chose to sleep on him in the first place and smile in content as you felt him kiss your forehead and brush stray eyelashes from your cheeks that he thought would prove an annoyance for you.

Bob was the sweetest and you'd glady tell him that...if only he wasn't such a comfy person whom you'd always seem to fall asleep upon within seconds, you blame him for pulling that out of you but it also meant that you got to be within him for a while at your own pace outside of your chaotic lives.

[amethystarachnid]

Omg thanks so much for opening the requests again!!💛 (and sorry for dumping my long ass requests girl😭) How have you been?

please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!

SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)

[justkending]

Pink or Violet? (Part two of "It's just a papercut..." Drabble)

(All gifs are from Pinterest)

(Part two of "It's just a papercut..." Drabble)

Pairing: Grumpy Bucky x Avenger Reader (Enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 2600+

A/N: Well, wow-ee wow, wow... Y'all blew up the last little drabble connected to this one, so I had to grant myself some writing time today to come up with a follow-up drabble. This one is a lot more lighthearted and a good 5-8 months in the future (your choice, really). Thank you, guys, for all the love on the last one, and I hope this one is a nice extension of it ;)

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“Have you ever considered going brunette? Whoa!” I sense the knife before I see it and manage to expertly dodge it with a laugh. “Hey, my teammate said I’m not allowed to get stabbed anymore, big guy,” I shun, turning in my spot, kicking the man in the nuts, and as he folds over in pain, I hold his head perfectly to knee him in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch, causing him to land with a thump to my side. “Rude to interrupt conversations, too, dude.” 

Currently, we were in the middle of a stakeout… Or what started as a stakeout and now is a full-on brawl. 

Nat and I were rudely interrupted in our conversation about disguises we wanted to try, when an explosion in the facility we were monitoring took over the west wing. 

“I’ve done a wig,” Nat answers as she jumps, doing one of her classic moves where she’s sat on the shoulders of her assaulter, choking him out with her thighs before flinging her body to where she’s standing again casually and the man is incapacitated passed out on the floor. “Not that I didn’t find it flattering, but it’s harder to dye back with such a dark color.” She shrugs as she moves on to her next victim. 

I bend grabbing the knife from the man I just took down and flip it a few times in my hand. “Makes sense.” I nod with a convinced look. “On your right,” I hum, and she ducks while I throw the knife perfectly to where it lodges itself in the thigh of her attacker. 

A blood-curdling scream sounds at his pain, and I pout at him in fake sympathy as Nat shoots her widow bite as he falls, making him shake in shock before passing out. 

“What about you?” she asks with a breath, brushing her hair out of her face. “Ever considered a neon green?” 

“What? No. Am I trying to get caught in this undercover scenario?” I reload my gun before holstering it, and we start jogging to our next spot. 

“I just think it’d be fun to venture away from the neutral tones for once. Maybe there would be a mission where you did need to be found and-” Nat’s cut off by coms in our ears. 

“Ladies, enough salon talk,” Tony’s voice comes through. “We have a situation in the northeast corridor with much more pressing matters happening!” 

“We’re coming!” Nat groaned. “God. Micromanager is in full force today.” 

“Besides, Y/N’s skin complexion wouldn’t work with a neon green. Maybe a pink, though…” Tony continues before his comms cut out, and he’s back to shooting things from the sky.

“Oh, pink would be really good with your skin tone,” Nat seconds as we turn a corner. 

“No one is dying their hair pink! I could use some backup!” Bucky’s shouts come from the comms next.

“Where’s Steve?” Nat asks, pausing at a fork in the halls before signaling me to follow. 

“Caught up at the moment,” Steve’s grunts came through my earpiece. 

“Almost there, Barnes!” I note as we come to the hall where he’s supposedly located. “And I’ll have you know, if I want to dye my hair pink, I’ll damn well dye my hair pink!” 

“Guns, Y/N,” Bucky groans. “I have guns going off around me and at me. I’m not worried about a fake scenario right now. I’m worried about a very real one that’s-” He’s cut off and grunts a few times. “Please just-” 

The two men he was up against fall slack to the ground, and he’s left panting with relief as he turns back to me, standing at the end of the hall with my gun lowering down to my side. 

“Please, what? I like it when you use your manners,” I smirk as I walk up proudly to him. 

“You need to be humbled a touch,” he notes, shaking his head as he checks his weapons and reloads them while I walk to stand by him. 

I roll my eyes before assessing our surroundings as he gears up. “You’re just jealous because the girls have more fun with undercover makeovers. You want a pink wig too?” I tease, poking his shoulder. 

He playfully shoves my own and makes me teeter some as I laugh. 

“I got the information!” Steve’s shout come back through. “We can wrap this up.” 

“Thank God,” I groan, adjusting my holster on my hip. “I have dinner plans.” 

“Sorry to interrupt your nightly, never-changing program,” Tony snarks. 

“It’s ok. You can compensate by paying for my meal,” I retort back, pushing the button in my ear to keep it in place. “Speaking of compensation…” 

“Y/N, I swear if you say you stole my credit card information again,” Tony groans. 

“What, me? No… I would nev-” 

“Shut it. I don’t even have the energy to fight you.” 

I turn to Bucky and wink, and he’s biting back a laugh with a wide smile. 

“You’re a mess, you know that?” he says lowly, the comms not picking up on us. 

“You like it,” I shrug and start moving down the corridor, where Nat’s waving us on to follow. 

“That I do,” he hums, following behind me and playfully kicking my ass with the tip of his boot. “Now, these dinner plans…” 

“Interested?” 

“More than you know…” 

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Back at the compound, freshly out of the shower, I hear a knock on my door. “Just got out of the shower, but the doors unlocked!” I shout. 

“Dinner’s arrived!” Bucky shouts, shutting the door behind him carefully. 

“Thank God. I’m starving,” I grumble, throwing my sweatshirt over my head after getting dressed. “I’ll send Tony a thank you card later for covering tonight's meal,” I hum, drying my hair with a towel as I come into the room. 

The greased takeout bag smells fresh of hole-in-the-wall dinner food, making my mouth water. I grin as Bucky places it on the coffee table in front of my couch and starts arranging the containers for us to splurge. 

“No, you won’t,” Bucky responds to my thank you card comment. 

“No, I won’t,” I agree, jumping over the back of the couch and bouncing into the seat next to him. “Hmm, you smell nice.” I’ve come to learn, and so has Bucky, that his body wash might as well be my kryptonite. 

“I can say the same for-,” he bumps me with his elbow before his eyes narrow on my exposed shoulder, and without a second thought, he grabs my arms and moves my body to face him. “What’s that?” 

“What’s what?” I ask, looking down at the spot he’s glaring at as best as I can. 

“You got a cut,” he points out, hovering his fingers around the area and moving my sweatshirt out of the way. 

Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have cut the neckline to half my sweatshirt after that stupid TikTok trend I saw the kids doing… Or at least worn one that wasn’t butchered tonight.

“Buck, it’s literally a scratch. And I’m genuinely not downplaying it at all,” I note, grabbing his wrist and trying to move his hands away, but they have an iron grip on me. 

Or should I say, vibranium grip on me?! Haha! Get it?.. No? Ok, moving on…

But seriously. The cut was just that. A cut. It wasn’t anything like the night we talked things out months and months ago. That one had become slightly scarred, whereas this one will be scabed over in the morning and likely be gone in 2-3 days. I might as well have gotten into it with a cat who was pissed when he figured out he’d been put on a diet. 

“A cut’s a cut,” Bucky argues, looking up at me. “Did you clean it?” 

“Yes, I cleaned it in the shower with the rest of my body. I disinfected it, and it has that balm on it. And before you ask,” I say just as he opens his mouth. “Yes, it’s that special salve you had Banner make for me. I’m set.” 

Bucky had become a little more intense when it came to my injuries since about three missions ago, I had moved at the perfect time to redirect a knife headed right at him, but it sliced my wrist in the redirection, and much to my misfortune, it was laced with something. 

To add to the list of medications he’s had Banner concoct specifically for my clumsy self (which were in the double digits at this point), I now have a poison control cream that counteracts most toxins and keeps me from saying hello to Heaven sooner than I hope. 

“You don’t feel weird or anything?” His eyes are scanning mine and my face for any lies or other injuries I haven’t told him about, and I’ve come to learn if it makes him feel better to double-check up to 20x before being satisfied, I’ll allow it. 

“I’m right as rain,” I nod, smiling at him softly, squeezing my grip on his wrist in reassurance. “The only thing I’m feeling is hungry and tired. So, what movie are we watching that I’ll inevitably fall asleep on you during?” 

He hesitates for a moment and then nods, dropping his hands and going back to the food. 

“I was thinking Tombstone,” he answers, grabbing one of the to-go containers with fries and a burger and handing it to me. 

“Another Western? What’s got you on the cowboy kick?” I ask, taking it and popping it open, instantly attacked by the smell of freshly seasoned fries. 

“You keep nicknaming me cowboy, so I figured I should have a little background knowledge of the profession,” he winks at me over his shoulders as he gets his own food together. 

“Oh, yeah? You like the nickname?” I ask, nudging him with my knee. 

“When it comes from you? Yeah. Sam? No. Without hesitation, I will start adding laxatives to his protein shakes if he keeps it up.” 

I laugh at their friendship, and we start up the movie, diving into our much-deserved greasy meal. 

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The next day, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda are lounging on the living room couch, all doing their own thing. Wanda and Sam are watching Sex in the City. Steve was reading a book called The Secret War of Laos, and Bucky was on his computer, fully engrossed in whatever was on the screen.

Nat clears her throat, and I stand next to her in a baseball cap with my hair completely hidden underneath. Everyone looks up, and instantly, Bucky’s eyes fall on me. He smiles for a split second before it drops, and he furrows his eyebrows at my appearance. 

“We have an announcement,” Nat smiles mischievously. 

“Oh God…” Bucky rubs his temples and looks down in his lap in seconds. 

“You don’t even know what we’re going to say,” I argue, not able to hold back my laugh. 

“I can use context clues,” he grumbles before looking up, his eyes squinted as if he had a bad headache forming, and it was already making his eyesight worse. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Nat waves him off as Sam and Wanda chuckle, and Steve looks oblivious to what is happening. “Anyway. Y/N and I made a bet and, well… Y/N lost.” 

“Surprisingly, not mad about it,” I shrug, arms crossed over my chest.

“Of course, you’re not…” Bucky mumbles, shutting his computer and putting it to the side.

“What did I miss exactly? Because everyone seems to know what’s happening…” Steve asks, confused, taking in everyone’s reactions. 

“Come on. Let’s see it.” The brunette interlaces his hands and rests them in his lap as he watches me. 

I smile at Nat, who’s also grinning wide, and move to take the ballcap off.

“Awesome,” Sam is the first to say something, and Wanda claps and gushes. 

“Oh wow, that’s so cute!” She smiles widely. 

“Whoa. That’s…” Steve turns his head to the side.

“Pink,” Bucky finishes for him. His eyebrows raise in what looks like surprise as he takes in my new hair. 

“Do you like it?” Nat asks the group, and there’s a mix of reactions as they talk over each other. 

I laugh with them for a little before walking over to Bucky’s side of the couch. Plopping down next to him, the crew talks about their own personal transformations they’d like to do and quickly forget about us in the corner. 

“Thoughts?” I ask, smirking up at Bucky as I sit almost wholly tucked into his side. His arm comes around my shoulders, resting there as he looks at me from the side. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he chuckles once, taking it in up close now. 

“Eh, I thought a change-up would be fun. Change. Is. Good,” I shrug, poking his chest with each word. 

He moves to touch my hair, and as soon as his fingers touch it, his face contorts into an investigative look. 

“What?” I ask, biting my lip as he’s already catching on to my ploy. 

“This isn’t,” he rubs a strand of hair between his fingers, studying the texture. The crease in between his eyebrows drops instantly, and he deadpans to me. “It’s a wi-” 

“Shhh!” I hush him, almost jumping in his lap as I cover my hand over his lips. He freezes, eyes wide, and his hand instinctively goes to my waist to balance me. “Let me live this fantasy a little longer,” I smile, holding back a giggle. 

“This is a fantasy of yours?” He asked behind my hands, words muffled and raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe fantasy isn’t the right word-” 

“Because it’s starting to turn into one for me,” he cuts in, and I can feel his smirk in the palm of my hand. 

I slowly drop it, astonished at his confession. “I’m sorry. Did I hear that right?” I ask, peering at our friends who are now arguing with Sam about growing a mohawk, which he is all for, apparently. 

Instead of answering, he licks his lips as he brings his hands to the wig and plays with strands of it.

“Maybe not the pink, but… How’d you feel about a violet?” he asked, eyes slowly rising to mine. 

“Oh. My. God…” I say lowly, sinking back in my seat, pressed to his side. “Did we just discover a new kink of yours?” 

“I fear we may have…” His voice was low and made a shiver go down my back. 

“I hold no fear at all,” I smirked back at him, looking him up and down. “All I feel about that statement is excitement…” 

“Where exactly did you get this? Because it looks pretty realistic…” His fingers still play with the wig, which, thanks to Nat, is a higher-end one. How he caught on to it being a wig is impressive. 

“Doesn’t matter,” I shrug. “What matters is I happen to know they carry all the colors…” I smirk. 

“Interesting.” 

“Interesting, indeed.” 

He starts to stand up, and I’m confused by the action until he turns and offers me a hand. Once I’m standing, he leans closer and down to whisper in my ear, my hand still in his.

“We can keep this one for now. I have a few ideas still.” 

I look up at him, pleasant surprise on my face. “You know how I said change is good?” He nods with a smirk, his hand squeezing mine in response. “This,” I motion between us. “This is a change I’m glad happened.” 

“Same here,” he winked, pulling my arm so I was flush against him, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, escorting me out of the room.

“Where are they going?” Nat asks, confused at our sudden leave. 

Everyone turns to see the tail end of us leaving, and Wanda laughs after a second and quickly covers her mouth. “God, pray for her,” she says under her breath, and Nat gives her a look. She tries to play it off by coughing and shaking her head. “Sorry, something in my throat.”

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

While I was sick I had the idea that since Bob is a recovering addict, I think you can say the most off-the-wall shit and it won't phase him especially when you are sick. So obviously I had to write something with this concept.

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Since Bob no longer had the ability to get sick thanks to Sentry he made sure to stay and take care of you until you were fully recovered of the nasty cold you picked up. he would've done that even if he could get sick

You’re curled up under a mountain of blankets, eyes half-lidded but your brain firing off in all directions.

“The cats,” you mutter, voice raspy, “they’re running the zoo again. I saw it on the news… or maybe it was a dream. But they’re definitely in charge. I bet they’re wearing tiny little crowns.” Bob, sitting nearby with a glass of water and a worried but amused look, just nods along. “Right. Totally. Cats with crowns. Makes sense.”

You roll your eyes but keep going. “And… and I don’t think hippos are real. Like, they’re made up. Just big, fat rumors.” Bob raises an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Okay… how much cold medicine have you taken?”

You grin weakly. “Not enough. I’m still conscious.” He stands, reaching out to gently tuck the blanket closer around you. “Right, okay well… I think it’s nap time.”

You groan, but your eyelids flutter shut as Bob flips off the lights before laying back down with you, his voice soft. “No royal cats or imaginary hippos allowed during nap time.”

[ghoulishhx]

I cant stop thinking about frank and professor!reader😖not in the sense that he's in your class, but like you're a professor, coming home from work in a nice little pencil skirt, button up and tights, and frank is all sweet and nice, very fluffy ideas of going over class curriculum or lectures, him sitting with you in his lap while you grade papers, maybe him picking you up after class. and you know, maybe he teasingly plays into the teacher thing, calling you miss and getting a little too excited when you come home all sophisticated and teachery from work. like ugh my dream I'm afraid

gahhh thissss. oh my god yes. I feel like one of frank would go feral for this. seeing you in a white button up shirt, black pencil skirt with shear black tights and heels, it would take every bit of self restraint to not make you call in sick for work everyday.

but horny frank aside, he would absolutely love hearing you talk about your day, he would listen intently about your planned lectures tomorrow and help you organise papers.

on weekends he'd sit from the sofa, black coffee in hand as he watches you work at the dining table, going over the class' mock exams and marking them ready for Monday.

"shit frankie do you know where I left my red marking pen? I can't find it anywhere.." he can't help but chuckle as he walks over to you, reaches behind your ear and pulls it from behind it as if he were a magician.

"right here doll. you gotta take a break, c'mon sweetheart we're goin' for a walk. been grading all damn day." he takes your hand in his, raising your knuckles to his lips as he grabs your jacket from the chair you're sat on.

he LOVES how smart you are, being a university lecturer and all. Frank surprised you when you first moved in together, taking your diplomas and such from their tubes and framing them for you above the fireplace -

"oh frankie, you didn't have to do all this. thank you so much" you say, pulling him into a hug.

"wasn't gonna let 'em collect dust in a box forever babydoll, proud of my girl. my smart fuckin' girl." he softly speaks into your hair, placing a kiss on your forehead as he looks at your certificates, in the perfect spot for everyone to see (as they should)

he'd make an effort to pick you up from work every day he's not working, waiting for you at the front in his truck. your students start recognising his truck out the window, and tease you at the end of class with ooo's and raised eyebrows. you shake your head and tell them to get back to work as your eyes drift out the window yourself and catch Frank's as he smiles at you. 3pm can't come quick enough.

you'd be planning lessons, replying to emails on your laptop in your living room and frank would sit next to you, pulling you into his lap as you continue working, peering over your shoulder. you always share staff room gossip with him, and he always offers his inputs and remembers their names. he notices you're emailing one particular teacher you've been talking about with him -

"oh shit how's Mr Stevenson doin'? y'mentioned he was goin' through a shitty divorce"

"he's doing better, turns out him and Miss Hunter have been.. you know.." you turn to him and raise your eyebrows and his jaw drops.

"you're fuckin' joking, thought she was with Miss whats-her-name.. Miller?"

"oh no I forgot to tell you, they split a couple months ago.."

and the conversation continues. you can't help but smile to yourself during, the fact he remembers almost everything you ramble on to him about makes your heart warm, his genuine interest is so welcoming.

briefly back to horny frank (I'm sorry I'm only human), some (most) times you'd come home and the only thing he wants to do is rip your clothes from your body, like i mentioned prior the teacher look on you makes him insane. he'd meet you at the door, take your bag from you and instantly scoop you into his arms, attacking your face and neck with kisses -

"frank! what are you-"

"sorry doll, just need ya.. that okay with you, miss?"

you'd playfully swat his chest at the nickname with a free hand before placing your arms around his neck, and let him carry you to your bedroom where he shows you for hours on end just how bad he needed you from the moment he saw you this morning.

he just loves his working girl so damn much. need him ugh

thank you for this request, this was something I never knew I needed!! i hope you enjoyed ♡

[thedevilsoftruth]

Went to the theatres with @madijones tonight, and we took pictures by the Thunderbolts posters. As I was looking at them, I noticed that Bucky's kinda got a little bit of grey on him. I know it's just the heavy editing of the pictures, but I swear it's there. Let me be delusional for a moment, please. I'm so desperate for old men.

So imagine you're married, and he's getting a bit older, and he's got those little streaks of sliver running down his beard. AND Imagine what it's like when he's got his pretty little head between your thighs 💜

Salt and Pepper

Tags: Old man bucky love, yet another beard appreciation post for Bucky. Cunnilingus, squirting, vaginal fingering, and finger sucking 💜💜 not beta read

So many years of doing this to you, and he still fucks you like he's in his 20s again.... Or at least he tries. But he's got his head between your already trembling legs, licking you up with his beard lightly scratching your skin. He's got his strong hands holding your thighs apart as he works his mouth against you, getting you all puffy and sensitive for him. Just like he likes it.

And when he pulls his head back a little from your aching center just to spit on your pussy? Heaven in earth.

He slithers the two of his flesh middle fingers down your core to spread his saliva all around you before he goes back down. When his lips are back on you, your back is arching and your hips are bucking towards his face, begging him for more. He's groaning against your soft mound in pleasure, circling his tongue around your clit before he takes it in his mouth and sucks on it gently. And while he's moving his jaw up and down against your or whenever he lays his tongue flat on you and shakes his head, you can feel his salt and pepper beard grazing your skin.

And when you're getting close to orgasm, he's just groaning and moaning filthy things to you. " Come on, honey. Pour your sugar on me. Right on my beard, yeah? " As his pretty blue eyes are looking up at you. He redoubles his efforts. Maybe he pushes two of his flesh fingers Inside you, trying to bring out that orgasm even more. And it works because in the matter of seconds, your moans are getting more loud and broken.

" Baby, you taste so good. Wanna be drowned in you. " He praises, his eyes shutting as he curls his fingers right into the little spot he knows you so badly needed touched. He does that little thing again where lays his warm tongue flat on you and gently shakes his head. You squeak, and he sucks and slurps a straight but messy line up your pussy until he draws toward your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down it before sucking on it once again, and his fingers pump deep and fast in your cunt. And just like that, you're gone.

It. Gets. Everywhere.

From his facial hair sprinkled jaw, the the middle of his nose, to the little white towel placed underneath your hips. But Bucky has that kind of affect on you; making you cum hard whenever he's got his mouth on you. This last time has you gasping, your entire body shaking, your hips especially stuttering beneath him and your thighs quivering around his head. Your fingers in his dark, greying--but full hair become loose, and your body relaxes as he urges you to calm down with soothing massages to your thighs.

" fuck, " he moans lowly and slowly, his eyes rolling back as he lets your taste flood his senses. And you just cannot stop cumming; whimpering, covering your face in embarrassment as you squirt all over him. Just like he wanted.

" Christ's name, look at that. " He chuckles lightly, leaning back a little to look at the little fountain show between your legs. When the moment dies down, he withdraws his fingers from you, a little bit of your juices slipping out of you when he does so. He leans in to take you in his mouth one more time, his tongue eagerly lapping up at the mess between your thighs.

" so messy, baby. " He moans, smiling like a fool as he cleans you off. You're so over-sensitive that you thought you were gonna cum again just by his tongue simply being on you. His facial hair just gets even wetter as he moves against you.

As he rises up, you notice that his hair is now messy from your fingers being curled into it for so long, and his facial hair is absolutely dripping with your essence. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you even wetter. He doesn't care that he's gonna get even wetter by you, because he's already considering having you crawl up his body and sit on his face.... If his neck will allow it and if you can take it.

" Fuck, you taste so good. " And you do, because he's holding up his right hand to you, urging you to lick his fingers off. " Lick it off for me, yeah? " You do, and you clean the little mess you made straight off his fingers. " Good girl. " He praises, his voice gruff and low. He swipes his tongue across his lips, already missing your flavour on his tongue. "Tastes good, doesn't it? " His eyes twinkle as he smiles at you, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes becoming more defined with his smile. His mind is already racing with so many ideas of what he could do to you next and you don't even know it. You think you're done.

[ Sorry, not sorry for the terrible Def Leppard reference. I feel like Bucky would be in his 80s classic dad rock era during this time, and honestly, so am I. Requests are open btw. 💋💜]

[pinkiebieberpie]

okay, hear me out — professor!bucky, he is teaching history and damn he is that one kind of prefessor who just knows he's hot and his students have a crush on him, but he doesn't really care about them because all he thinks about is you... and you are not a student, oh no... you met when he was helping you with your studies but you were never a student, it was more of a coworkers dynamic... so the both of you are crazy about history — the first few dates were basically just about history and talking about it for hours and hours with nice wine, just endless conversations; then things became a bit more serious and here we are — bucky is obsessed with you! there is an age gap, just 7 years, that's not much and oh my god, his students are so jealous when you are visiting him on campus because that only means they will never have him, sorry girls, this fine man is taken— of course you sometimes get more intimate in his office, but he prefers to take his time with you after a long day at work... "sweetheart, i missed you so much" as he takes off his tie——

masterlists

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Stormy Nights

Summary: You couldn’t sleep and while Wanda said it was okay to bother her you still felt bad

Warnings: Just fluff and cuteness no bad warnings mommy Wanda cuteness

Words: 1000

A/n: this is another draft that’s been here forever so I think it’s best to be shown, it’s just a small mommy Wanda Drabble

You felt silly, it was definitely silly, you a 25 year old holding your seal teddy standing outside Wanda's door contemplating whether to knock on the door or not.

She did say you could earlier this evening when it was thundering and lighting that if you were scared you could go to her room but it was still weird and you were nervous that if you barged in she'd just kick you out.

While you were wracking your brain about everything the bedroom door opened to a sleepy Wanda in her pyjamas looking at you "dorogoy? Are you okay?"

You couldn't speak just held your teddy closer to your chest and she seemingly understood and gave you a wide grin "honey are you scared of the weather?"

You just nodded refusing to look her in the eye "did you want to come into my room for safety?"

You gave another nod and Wanda held her hand out which you took gingerly and she dragged you into her room, the soft light slightly illuminating the room with a cozy feel "thank you" you whispered and Wanda kissed you on the top of your head "your welcome moya lyubov'"

She sat herself on the bed patting the other side for you to lay down on "it's very comfy baby"

You smiled coming to the bed and getting under the covers letting out a happy moan at the softness and instant comfort you felt

"That good?" She chuckled and you blushed pulling the cover over your head "don't hide from me pretty girl" she pulled the cover from you "do you want to cuddle until the storm stops?"

You didn't need to say anything instead you shuffled closer to the woman and let her envelop you into a hug with her head atop of yours and your face in her neck breathing in her lavender scent "thank you" you whispered and Wanda kissed your head

"Go to sleep princess, I'll be right here when you wake up"

Your eyes closed and your body relaxed in Wanda’s hold “you’re so precious” we’re the last words you heard before drifting off into a deep sleep

*******************************************************

Your eyes fluttered open adjusting to the sudden bright light of the sun through the window, sun? Where you asleep that long?

“Good morning sunshine” Wanda appeared from her bathroom seeing you look around “I hope my shower didn’t wake you”

“No it’s okay, thanks for letting me sleep here” you rushed out slightly embarrassed about you seeing her in her robe which she noticed "no need to be embarrassed princess, I told you I wanted you to come and tell me if you were scared and you did, I'm so proud of you!"

She motioned for you to stand up bringing you into a hug resting her head on your shoulder, you relaxed in her hold until she placed a kiss under your ear making you go stiff

"You're so cute princess, I need to be honest do you know why I told your dad you could stay while they went away?"

You shook your head no and she smiled "because I like having you around, I love the way you light up any room you go into, I want to keep you by my side when I'm feeling sad because I know you'll make me feel so much better, will you stay with me?"

You couldn't speak, Wanda likes you? Like a friend? or more? It sounded like more, you guessed she was always happy to see you and be close to you-

"Honey you're shaking, are you okay?" Your thoughts were stopped and you pulled away suddenly "I-i don't know what to say..."

She understood, it was definitely a lot to take in, but she needed to say it, she decided to let you go but you pulled her back into a hug "don't let me go...please" she smiled completely letting herself relax into the hug

"We can go slow Y/n but I want to be with you, okay detka?"

You nodded and kissed her cheek "okay Wanda”

Wanda smiled “how about you call me mommy Y/n, since you’re my precious little girl now” the thought of calling Wanda mommy made your whole body warm and you liked it so you did

“Okay mommy”

Wanda kissed your lips lightly, just a small peck to show you how much you mean to her “pretty girl” she whispered and you blushed “I keep feeling like a tomato with all the times you’re making me blush” you giggled

“I plan on making you blush all the time from now on, you deserve happiness”

“I’m already so happy”

[spaceycat]

back in business !!

 ⋆★⋆ bucky's favourite positions ⋆★⋆

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: hey brendon by ayesha erotica (1:10)

He loves it when he finds you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for yourself or making coffee - coming up behind you and feeling over your sides and hips. Sitting you on the counter and just eating you out, sliding your legs over his shoulders and forcing your thighs apart when you try to close them - tongue working in slow ministrations. The coffee has gone cold and forgotten.

He just loves it whenever your legs are pulled over his thighs, shoulders or pushed against his chest as he fucks his cock into you - muttering praises as he holds you up with his metal arm.

He needs you in his lap when he's working, stuffed full of his cock as he refuses to move and laughs at you as you try to seek more friction. Wrapping his metal arm around your waist to keep you put and cease your movement.

Bucky's obsessed with you on your knees just looking up at him like an angel, fingers toying with his pants zipper. Pushing his boxers and jeans placing kitten licks to his tip - half the time he's trying to convince you to let him take a picture of you like this.

Super soldier stamina means so many different positions, although he loves seeing your pretty face in missionary and can just feel you up to his hearts content. He loves placing you on your hands and knees, pushing your head into the pillows and pulling your hips into the air for him to fuck as much as he pleases.

Bucky occasionally pulls you by your hair or neck back into his lap when he's fucking your face into the sheets, loving to see your fucked out face and moans that are no longer muffled by the pillows and sheets.

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Not That Song, Becca!!~ Drabble

Summery: Becca Barnes sings Katy Perry’s “Peacock” at full volume—thanks to Uncle Sam. Bucky and Y/N are horrified. Chaos (and parental panic) ensues.

Characters: dad!husband! Bucky Barnes x mom!wife!reader

||Main Masterlist|| ||Drabble Masterlist||

Which, for a home that contained one six-year-old ball of sunshine and trouble named Rebecca Barnes, usually meant one thing—something terrible was about to happen.

Y/N glanced up from the book she was reading on the couch. “Bucky… where’s Becca?”

Bucky, who was in the kitchen attempting to make pancakes that didn’t look like war crimes, froze. “I… don’t know.”

“Bucky.”

“I thought she was coloring in the living room.”

Y/N set the book down. “We haven’t heard a peep in twenty minutes. She’s not coloring. She’s plotting.”

At that exact moment, a loud, somewhat pitchy voice rang out from upstairs—bold, high, and utterly inappropriate:

“I wanna see your peacooock, cock, cock—your peacock, cock! Your peacock!”

Y/N’s soul left her body.

Bucky dropped the spatula.

They stared at each other, horror creeping in like slow, suffocating fog.

“…She’s not singing what I think she’s singing,” Y/N whispered.

But Becca’s voice rose louder, unbothered and joyful, echoing through the halls of the Barnes household like an enthusiastic alarm siren of doom:

“Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Don’t be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a bee-yotch!”

“Oh my God,” Bucky hissed, wide-eyed. “Where did she learn that?!”

Y/N didn’t answer. She was already sprinting up the stairs. Bucky followed closely behind, muttering something about shielding his baby girl’s ears with vibranium or holy water.

They burst into Becca’s room to find her dancing on her bed in mismatched socks and a Captain America hoodie two sizes too big, holding a hairbrush like a microphone.

Her eyes lit up when she saw them.

“Mom! Dad! Watch this part, Uncle Sam said it’s his favorite!”

Y/N blinked. “Sam?!”

“I wanna see your peacooock—!”

“Becca!” Bucky barked like a soldier catching a live grenade.

The little girl stopped mid-twirl, confused.

“What?” she asked innocently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Uncle Sam said it was about… confidence!”

“Confidence?!” Y/N screeched. “Sweetie, that song is not about confidence.”

“It’s not?” Becca’s face scrunched. “But he said—”

“Of course he did,” Bucky grumbled, running a hand over his face. “That traitor.”

Y/N walked over and gently took the pretend microphone from Becca’s hand, crouching to meet her eye-level.

“Okay, sweetheart. We love that you love to sing. You’ve got… really enthusiastic stage presence. But maybe let’s stick to songs that don’t involve saying… uh… ‘peacock’ twenty-seven times, yeah?”

“But it’s the chorus!” Becca insisted. “It’s catchy!”

“You know what else is catchy?” Bucky interrupted, crossing his arms. “The flu, and we don’t sing about that, either.”

Becca frowned, confused but sensing she was in trouble. “Uncle Sam said it was from the bird zoo.”

“I bet he did,” Y/N muttered under her breath, already planning Sam’s death via glitter bomb and passive-aggressive text. “We’ll have a talk with him.”

Bucky crouched beside Y/N and gave Becca a tight smile. “Why don’t we listen to a different song, hmm? Something more… kid-friendly.”

“Like what?”

“Like… Let It Go. That one’s still a hit, right?”

Becca made a face like someone had fed her broccoli dipped in disappointment. “Boring. I wanna sing something cool.”

Bucky leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a government secret.

“I’ll tell you what’s really cool. Not singing about birds that aren’t birds. And maybe not saying ‘bee-yotch’ until you’re thirty.”

“Thirty?” Becca gasped in horror.

“Thirty-five,” Y/N corrected. “And only if we’re not around to hear it.”

Becca pouted, arms crossed. “Fine.”

Y/N pulled her into a hug. “Come on, rockstar. Let’s go downstairs and pick a playlist that doesn’t make Mommy and Daddy wish they had ear bleach.”

As they guided her back toward the stairs, Becca piped up again:

“…Can I at least keep the dance moves?”

Bucky groaned. “As long as there’s no shaking involved.”

Becca giggled.

Y/N leaned into her husband, muttering under her breath, “You know Sam’s going to get an angry voicemail, right?”

“Oh, he’s not just getting a voicemail. He’s getting a full musical performance of Baby Shark from Becca. On repeat. At six in the morning.”

Y/N smiled. “Now that’s parenting revenge.”

-the end

[gay-dorito-dust]

hugs i think each thunderbolts would give.

Yelena's hugs were reassuring and made you feel like you had someone with you, it made you feel as though you could let those tears you have been witholding out, free without judgment. Her hugs were also ones that made you feel as though you were attempting to heal together, patching up old wounds that had yet to be taken care of but were pushed aside to heal on it's own. Yelena's hugs were also a source of reassurance for you in letting you know that your worries, struggles and pain were recagnised and that you weren't alone.

Yelena's hugs were like the words that you've always needed to hear for a very long time, like you were finally getting the closure that you needed but never got. Her hugs were were reminders that she was there whenever you needed her, someone to confide in, someone to expose your darkest secrete to and have her return the favour in kind. They told you that she would gladly be the comfort you needed, never once lying to you about what you meant to each other, never once giving off the impression that whatever bond you had was a fabricated lie. Yelena's hugs was enough to have you hug her back twice as tight, letting her know that she wasn't alone either.

John gives almost awkward but firm hugs, never having much affection given to him by others other then the brotherly affection from Lemar Hoskins. So his hugs were lacking the reassurance that he needed but was firm enough to ground you if you felt like you were floating away from yourself. John's hug was like being given an akward pat on the back by someone who was emotionally at war with himself, someone who didn't understand how to comfort someone when he couldn't comfort himself but he still tried nonetheless.

So while his hugs were clunky and awkward but there was a grounding weight to it regardless, one where you could anchor yourself to him and let him bring you back to reality. Letting him drag you back to yourself as he gives your back a few strong pats, a code if you will from him to let you knew that he was there even if he might not be there for himself. He could often times be a dick that's not to be dispuited, it was fact, but John could be good when he wants to be when not in the public eye for scrutiney, public opinion and whatnot. His hugs were something to get use to but when you do, that was were you'll find some sembelence of comfort within them.

Alexei gives you bear hugs, hugs that lift you off the ground in fits of excitement as his strong hold on you in his crushing embrace, it's warm and strong and made you feel as prone to laughter as Alexei was in that moment. His full belly laughter was contagious, his grip was strong like steel, almost like your being embraced by a father figure who was actually proud of you.

His hugs were enough to lift that weight off of your shoulders, you felt as though you had someone who -despite his intimidating appearence- would gladly bring you aside and calm you down when seeing that you were not okay. Alexei's hugs were what you needed when you felt as though on a verge of a panic attack, or anything to give you that sence of belonging and acceptance of who you were no matter what. His hugs were non judemental and his hugs were accepting and encouraging of whatever it was that you did or wanted to do.

Ava is not use to touch, having spent her whole life having her body basically torn apart and put back together again. So don't be offended when she rejects any sort of physical affection from you, she's just weary of it and fears what toucing her in any capacity would feel like on her skin. would it be like static? Would it be as painful to her like the undescribable feelings she was forced to endure before? But whatever the feeling Ava was scared to endure it.

So when she does actually hug you, it's quick and missable, like something had brushed passed you faster then your mind could comprehend becuase it was over the second it started. Ava's hugs were like she was scared of burning herslef in your embrace, as though if she held you longer she would feel her atoms forcibly torn apart again, she was brief with it but the second she allowed herself to hold you and realise that she wasn't in any physical pain of which she wished to forget, she might tempt the idea of hugging you again for a little bit longer.

Bob's hugs were everything you could ever ask for, literally. it was warm, comforting, sweet and it was made you feel like you were being held together by this man. He was caucious of his strength in how he held you but the moment his arms held you against his chest, you let out a sigh of relief that you didn't know that you were holding in, melting into his warmth and almost drifting asleep within his arms becuase his hands had begun to rub up and down your back soothingly.

Nothing could reach you when you were in Bob's hug, almost as though he was protecting you from the dark thoughts within your mind, guarding you as best as he could. Everything was quiet, everything was normal and you didn't want to leave his arms, his hug was single handedly saving you in ways you didn't think possible, almost as though his hugs were magic. Bob's hugs brought about peace, security and a place to rest your weary head and cease all thinking and just feel instead, you could breath and let Bob take care of the rest.

[amethystarachnid]

Hi @amethystarachnid I just read that new drabble with tony and it's so cute and funny. I want to request for a lovely drabble w y/n & tony y/n pampering him and babying him and lots of kisses and tony loving it but acting all tough and sassy in front of other Avengers and y/n teasing him about it. It'd be so cute 🤭

I read that you're busy so write only if you can. Thank you buddy ‭❤

PAMPERING TONY STARK - A Drabble

I love pampering people and just taking care of them so this is heaven for me...and that's because this is so long lol.

The first time you do it, Tony freezes like a deer in headlights. You just cup his face in your hands, plant a long, obnoxiously loud smooch on his forehead, and go, “Who’s my handsome genius billionaire?”

“Uh. Me?” He blinks, genuinely unsure if this is a trick.

“Yes, you.” You pepper more kisses on his cheeks, his nose, and right at the corner of his lips. He’s absolutely malfunctioning. You can practically hear the Windows error sound in his brain.

“Okay, okay, slow down—what’s this for?” he asks, voice dropping into that flustered I’m totally fine, don’t make a big deal out of it tone.

You just grin. “Because I love you, duh.” And then you smoosh his cheeks together and make him do a ridiculous little fish face before landing another loud kiss on his lips.

Tony Stark—Mr. Cool, Confident, Cocky—actually sputters.

“This is—this is excessive. I have a reputation,” he protests weakly, but his hands are already resting on your waist, and he’s definitely leaning in just a little.

You ignore him and keep at it. “Awww, is my genius getting all shy? Can’t handle a little love?” Another kiss. Another. Another.

“I can handle it,” he grumbles, though his ears are turning pink. You kiss them too, just to prove a point.

At first, he pretends to put up a fight every time you do this—like when you ambush him while he’s working, or when you trap him on the couch, straddling his lap just to smother him with affection.

“Sweetheart, I have a very delicate and important project—”

Kiss.

“You can’t just—”

Kiss. Kiss.

“I am a grown man—”

KISS.

Eventually, he just gives up. Fully accepts his fate. Melts into every touch, every kiss, every obnoxious display of affection.

And now, if a day goes by without you showering him with attention, he gets huffy.

“Excuse me, but I believe you forgot to shower me in love and affection today. Am I not your favorite billionaire anymore?”

If you try to hold back for even a second, he literally pouts. “Wow. So this is how I get treated after all we’ve been through.”

But the moment you pull him in and absolutely smother him in kisses again, his entire face lights up, and he grumbles, “Yeah, okay. Maybe this is kinda nice.”

In private? Tony is an absolute menace for your affection. If you so much as sit down next to him, he’s already pulling you into his lap like, “I’m just making sure you don’t get away before I get my daily dose, obviously.”

But the moment the Avengers are around? Oh, suddenly, he’s Mr. Too Cool for This Soft Stuff™.

The first time Steve walks in on you kissing Tony’s face like he’s a tiny, spoiled prince, Tony immediately sits up and clears his throat. “Ahem. Yeah, uh, work stuff, Cap. Very official.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Work stuff?”

“Yes, very advanced research in…uh, emotional stability enhancement. Clearly.”

“Uh-huh.” Steve tries not to laugh.

You just smirk and lean in again, pressing a big mwah to Tony’s cheek. “Awww, am I distracting the big strong genius?”

Tony makes a deeply unconvincing groan, but the moment Steve leaves, he instantly turns and demands another one. “Okay, now that we’re alone—continue. Extensively.”

Natasha catches him once too. You’re literally trapping Tony in a hug, your fingers threading through his hair, kissing the top of his head. He’s definitely leaning into it, looking half-asleep and utterly content—until Natasha coughs.

“Wow,” she deadpans. “You gonna survive, Stark?”

Tony, without missing a beat, immediately sits up. “Listen, I have no choice in this. I’m just an innocent bystander in this overly affectionate attack.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease, crossing your arms. “Because someone literally climbed into my lap last night just to demand forehead kisses.”

“Lies and slander.”

“Tony, you literally pouted at me when I stopped.”

“Okay, first of all, I was testing the effects of withdrawal. For science.”

Natasha just smirks and walks away, while Tony groans and mutters, “Ugh, this is your fault.”

But despite all his protests in front of the team, everyone knows the truth.

Clint casually walks in one day, sees you sitting on the couch while Tony full-on buries his face in your neck, and just sips his coffee. “So, uh…you still claiming you hate affection?”

Tony doesn’t even lift his head. “Shut up, Legolas.”

And when you call him out for being a big softie, he just rolls his eyes. “Pfft. Soft? No, no, sweetheart, you’re the one addicted to this. I’m just doing my duty as a supportive boyfriend.”

“Oh really?” You grin and pull away slightly. “So if I stop giving you kisses, you’ll be fine?”

Tony freezes.

You smirk, moving just an inch further away.

“…Okay, now, let’s not be rash,” he says quickly, wrapping his arms back around you. “Let’s be reasonable adults about this.”

“You need my kisses,” you tease.

“I don’t need them, I just—” He sighs dramatically. “—fine, maybe I need them. A little.”

You boop his nose. “Good boy.”

“Okay, that’s too far—”

But you cut him off with another kiss, and suddenly, all of Tony’s sass mysteriously disappears.

hope you liked it <3

[scottdoesitall]

i was thinking for awhile and realized a really big detail about bucky that I never see anyone talk about-- that being how he would most likely forget a lot of basic hygiene, at that how he may rely on a romantic partner to remind him and or help.

considering bucky had no real access to hygiene and alongside that hygiene has changed a lot since last he was mentally stable and grounded, hygiene would be a mediocre topic to touch up on for him.

of course he would know the basics; taking a shower, brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant, you get the picture. things like brushing his hair at that doing it in the morning? nah.

especially when he had his long hair, he never brushed it. but I'd also like to assume he didn't shower at that time cause his hair lowkey looks greasy in certain shots. showers didn't exist for him in civil war apparently.

BUT THEY SURE DID FOR YOU. dragging him by his flesh arm to a shower inside your own apartment (cause his was barley taken care of) and throwing his ass under the shower head. you'd be scrubbing for like 5 minutes with the shampoo and conditioner you'd put in his hair. while he sits there and acts like he's upset about it, but in all reality it felt nice. id like to imagine his scalp was DRYYY so having it scrubbed was in comparison to reaching the heavens.

In his more recent years with the short hair, he was actually adapting to hygiene by now. it wasn't really surprising, I mean he's been back to his mentally grounded state for awhile now, and especially with your help, he was actually starting to understand it better. but his fucking hair again.

he'd get it cut just for the sake of not having to deal with styling it. even if it did look terrible, he would just run his hands through it and call it a day. it was infuriating. you started shoving his hair under the shower head again, just so you could style it yourself. he'd have hairs going the wrong way on his head, and would not do ANYTHING about it. but you sure as hell would.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Bob ideas:

I love the story you wrote about the cat being on his chest. What if you did a Bob x reader where the reader takes him to a cat cafe for a date and he ends up bringing two cats home. One for the reader and one for himself? (They share a room).

I love this idea!! Thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy it, I did only give him one cat instead of two since the reader already has a cat but I can totally write about the two of them getting a cat to share!

(Found the picture on Instagram)

It's been a few months since Bob met your cat and the two of them were inseparable. It was an adorable sight to see and it made your day to watch your two loves interact...but dammit you missed your cat! They ignored you, they went to him for cuddles and pets now and you had finally figured out a plan to get your cat back without breaking Bob's heart.

You saw an advertisement for a new cat café in town and Bob had mentioned wanting to find a new café to go to regularly. Your plan was simple, get dressed up in one of his sweaters, to distract him of your true intentions, and take him to the cat café in hopes of getting him his own kitten...or at least find him a new café to go to.

Bob was in awe with the sight in front of him. Did I miss a special event? What day was is it? His thoughts began to race but they quickly stopped when you came up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck while smiling up at him. "Baby" He whispered almost scared of ruining the peace he was currently feeling. "We match!" You giggled, "Are you ready for our date? " You ask excited about your plans. His face falls slightly, he can't believe he forgot that it was date night! Before his thoughts could spiral your voice interrupts him. "You look very handsome, you did something new with your hair"

He smiled at you, "you noticed" he said in disbelief, you noticed... you always noticed. "I always pay attention to you Bobby." He kissed your lips as if you would shatter under him. Bobby...he was starting to like that name now that it falls from your lips.

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The two of you walked to the café. Bob was enjoying your hand in his hand and you were enjoying the comfort his presence brought you. Bob smiled as he realized where you took him. "Is this...cats and tea? That's a thing!?" He asked in awe, if they have books in here he might be in heaven. Opening the door for the two of you the smell of coffee and baked goods engulfs you.

You let Bob go to a table while you went to the counter to order for the two of you. "Hi little one" he mutters to one of the cats near the table he sat at. The cat rubbed against the hand he held out for them. You came to the table shortly after the two of them met. A soft smile flickered across your face as you sat the drinks and muffins down. "I see you met a friend" he nods at your statement. "They're a sweetie" he smiled as he picked up the tea you got him.

The two of you stayed at the café long after the drinks were empty and the muffins were shared. You talked about how therapy had been going for the both of you, he talked to you about some new things he wanted to try, and the two of you planned a trip to the library for the next day. During the entire time you were there the cat never left his lap. It didn't get up to get food or water, didn't go to any of the other customers, it even came back after their trip to the litterbox. You weren't sure that Bob was aware of the fact that you can adopt the cats from the cafe (I didn't lmao)

When you suggested heading back to the tower the happy, light mood that Bob had been in all day crumbled at the thought of leaving the cat behind. "Oh okay. You're right" he nervously chuckled, "it is getting late isn't it?" He mumbled as he placed the cat on a nearby cat tree. Your heart broke seeing him so distraught over going home without the little kitten.

"Bob" you softly announced as you put your hand on his forearm. "How about we talk to an employee about adopting him?" Both Bob and the kitten perked up hearing your suggestion. "We can? that's allowed? We can adopt the cats here?" Bob asked trying to stop himself from getting excited, expecting to get the news that even if it is allowed they won't let him adopt the kitten. You smile at the clear excitement in his voice before nodding, "We can if you'd like to, we just have to go talk to the employees at the counter."

Bob bends slightly to let the cat climb back into his arms before you guide the two of them to the counter. You did most of the talking and Bob nods as the employee talks about what the cat needs and how to take care of them. They assured you that the kitten is a boy, he has all his shots, and is available for adoption. The employees felt a sense of joy as they watched the kitten and the man holding them perk up at the news. "I'd love to take care of him" Bob signed the papers and before you knew it the two of you were walking home with a new carrier and a new kitten.

Let's just hope your cat and the kitten get along...

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