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[onegayastronaut]

Dinner Date (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Promised another Kate Bishop fic, so here you go!

Words: 1.3k

Kate Bishop was your best friend, but you always felt that there could be something more between you. You don't know why. Maybe it was the way her laugh crinkled the corners of her eyes, or how her focus narrowed endearingly when she was concentrating on something, especially you. Maybe it was the way your hands always seemed to find hers, like magnets drawn to an invisible force. Or maybe it was the late-night talks that stretched until dawn, secrets whispered in the hushed tones of intimacy. Either way, you couldn't seem to be able to get her off your mind.

But at the end of the day, it didn't matter. Kate Bishop was your best friend, and nothing would change that, right? There were moments, stolen glances across a crowded room, lingering touches that sent shivers down your spine. Moments that made your heart stutter, questioning everything you thought you knew. Was this just friendship? Or was there something more, something simmering beneath the surface, waiting to boil over?

But for now, you'd cherish the stolen moments, the unspoken feelings, the quiet understanding that bound you together. Because with Kate Bishop, even the unknown felt like an adventure, an adventure you were ready to take, one hesitant step at a time.

"Are you okay?" Kate Bishop asks as she sits down beside you, handing you a warm drink. "You look really out of it."

"I'm good." You lie. You weren't sure why Kate had such an effect on you, but she did.

"Okay, then." Kate smiles, taking a sip of her own drink. "Do you want to come over to the my place for a bit? My mom has a business dinner, so we'll have the house to ourselves. We can watch movies and talk about girls." She smiles at you, making your mind wander to what it would be like if you weren't just best friends.

You smile back. "Sounds great."

When you arrive at the mansion, Kate takes your coat and hangs it up. "Make yourself at home." She tells you, leading you to the living room. "My room is upstairs if you want to hang out there, too."

You nod and take a seat on the couch. "Your mom won't be home until later?"

"Nope. She'll probably be back around midnight, so it's just us."

You feel your cheeks burn. Kate is your best friend. There's no way you could have those thoughts for her running through your mind.

"You okay?" Kate asks, noticing the blush.

"I'm fine." You say, trying to brush it off, even though you know she could see right through you.

Kate smiles and sits down beside you. "We can go to my room, if you'd like."

You nod and get up from the couch, following her upstairs.

"So…" Kate starts, sitting down on her bed. "Any girls caught your eye recently?"

You think about it. There was one girl in your calculus class who was pretty cute. "Actually, yeah. There's this girl in my math class. She's really sweet and kind." Something flashes in Kate's eyes before she quickly hides it. Could it be jealousy? "Oh? What's her name?"

"Um… her name is… Jessica." You fumble with your answer and hope she doesn't notice.

"Jessica." Kate repeats. "She sounds nice…what do you think of her?"

"She's pretty and funny, and she makes me laugh when we're together."

"What does she look like?"

You take a deep breath. You can't tell her the truth, so you'll have to lie again. "She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's tall taller than me, so that's good I guess."

Kate smiles, and it looks forced. Or at least that's what you tell yourself anyway. "Wow. That sounds amazing. As long as I make you laugh the most."

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. "Are you excited for the party?" Kate asks.

"I am. I can't wait to see everyone. It's always nice to have some time away from school."

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At the dinner party, going to Kate's house feels like you just stepped back in time – not into a dusty museum, but into a vibrant, welcoming scene painted with warmth and laughter. Fairy lights twinkle in the garden, the aroma of roasted herbs greets you at the door, and you can hear the boisterous melody of guests in high spirits. Tonight's dinner party, hosted by the effervescent Mrs. Bishop, is more than just a little; it's a test, a gauntlet, a potential launching pad for your burgeoning love for Kate.

You catch Kate across the room, her radiant smile brighter than the string lights. Dressed in a dark suit with the a carefree confidence, she waves you over, her eyes sparkling with unspoken secrets. As you mingle with the guests, a motley crew of businessmen, academics, and even a retired spy (courtesy of Mrs. Bishop's new branch of security), you feel a nervous fluttering in your stomach.

Impressing Kate's mom isn't exactly a walk in the park. Mrs. Bishop is a force of nature – a whirlwind of opinions, witty jabs, and infectious laughter. But beneath the playful banter, you know she cherishes Kate fiercely, her heart a fortress guarded by love and protective instincts.

Throughout the evening, you navigate the social battlefield with finesse. You trade quips with Kate's eccentric uncle, regale the spy with a (mostly truthful) story about your childhood escapades, and even manage to survive a fierce debate about the merits of abstract art with Mrs. Bishop herself. All the while, Kate's eyes dance with a playful challenge, silently cheering you on.

The dinner table, groaning under the weight of culinary masterpieces made by the catering company, becomes the stage for more lighthearted jousting. You find yourself drawn into debates about everything from Shakespeare's sonnets to the best places to stargaze in the city. Your voice falters once or twice, but Kate, your loyal knight in shining armor, leaps in with witty commentary and gentle support.

As the night deepens, the conversation takes a more personal turn. You share stories of your childhood, revealing vulnerable glimpses into your past. Mrs. Bishop listens intently, her gaze unwavering, searching for something only she can understand. And then, you catch her eyes softening, a hint of approval flickering in their depths.

The evening culminates with a bonfire in the garden, its crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the faces around you. You and Kate steal away under the cloak of starlit sky, her hand nestled comfortably in yours. In the intimate quiet, you confess your feelings, whispering words that have been building for months.

Kate's reply is a silent smile, a tender kiss under the watchful gaze of the stars. In that moment, you know you've won her mother's approval, not through grand gestures or forced bravado, but through your genuine affection for Kate, your willingness to be vulnerable, and your own spark of joy that mirrors hers.

The embers of the bonfire die down, but the warmth of the evening lingers. You leave Kate's house hand in hand, her mother's farewell hug filled with a newfound warmth. This dinner party wasn't just about good food and family; it was about laying the foundation for a future, a future where Kate's laughter fills your home, where her dreams intertwine with yours, and where Mrs. Bishop becomes not just a formidable mother-in-law, but a cherished friend, a woman who sees the depth of your love for her daughter and welcomes you with open arms.

So, as you walk away from the twinkling lights of Kate's house, your heart brims with quiet joy. You may have entered through the gates of nervous anticipation, but you leave a seasoned warrior, the scars of laughter and shared stories on your heart, the promise of a love story nurtured in the warm glow of Mrs. Bishop's dinner party forever etched in your memory.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Jeremy Renner saying that he’d be down to continue playing Hawkeye, even after the accident, just cemented this guy as a real life badass for me. I feel like most people would’ve just retired in peace.

Well, hopefully Marvel takes it easy with the stunts the next time they use Clint Barton. Honestly, I can see them using Clint as the part-time Avenger whose main job now is training Kate Bishop. Renner gets to continue playing Clint, but he doesn’t have to strain himself as much.

(Side note: I just realized, wanting to continue his stressful job even after recovering from a gruesome incident that he nearly died from is straight up something Hawkeye would do)

[clintbartonslover]

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

Hawkeye

Submission:

He got slightly better with the tv show. but. comics!clint is a disaster of a human being who drinks coffee straight from the pot and can't go 2 straight weeks without falling off a building. yes he's a superhero but he's also the most relatable human disaster in existence. movie!clint is just... boring. he's your standard white dude with a military background. none of the actual fun bits of his character made it onto the screen! he's so boring that they had to give him a wife and 2.5 children to try and make the audience care about his life in AoU

He’s pretty cool in the comics but not only did they completely neglect his character in the movies (we’re talking no characterization whatsoever, like five minutes of screen time total, absolutely dismal), they chose Jeremy Renner to play him. Fuck that guy. Hawkeye in the comics is deaf/hard of hearing, and they could’ve done really cool things with that concept in the movies but they didn’t? He could’ve been cool representation but they didn’t write him to be hoh at all. Fucked.

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[captain-avengerss]

To this day, I cannot comprehend how after 10 whole years of being closeted bi all it took was seeing Kate bishop on screen and I came out to everyone less than a month later

[thevibraniumveterans]

(🤣)

“Jeremy Renner said a series of things which we won’t repeat.” - Chris Hemsworth, on Renner being the “filthy” one in their decade-old group chat

Someone just ask Renner in his next interview what he wrote in the group chat 😂

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Nights at the Circus: Part VII

You show Loki who the real God of Pleasure is, but between your steamy sex-capades and Steve Rogers’ earnest attempts at flirting with you, this circus is about to drive you mad, and that big investors’ party coming up will certainly promise some more chaos...

PART VI, Masterlist

Content Warning (MINORS DNI): Smut, Sub!Loki x Dom!Reader, M!Masturbation, Oral sex (F!Receiving), unprotected penetrative smex

Word count: 3.5k

"Now, you are not to use ANY seidr tonight, are we understood?” you said, authority filling your voice with confidence as you made Loki lead you to his bedroom, standing right behind him, one hand on his back.

Loki mumbled obediently, “Yes, My Lady.”

You shouldn’t be using it anyway, Mr. I Have a Death Wish, you thought.

“Convenience takes away from the fun,” you said nonchalantly. “You will learn that tonight.”

You made it into Loki’s suite without being seen, closing the door behind you gently. Inside, you were a little nervous. You’d never really done this before. In the few flings you’d had from your time traveling with the circus, you’d found that you got more out of subbing, and thus that’s what you stuck to in order to get your kicks. You were curious, however, and having Loki in a corner like this was thrilling for you. Seeing his obvious jealousy towards someone else over you, seeing how low he would go just to keep you in his sights, the power that fell from that emboldened you, for once. It was already arousing you.

Plus, you got the feeling even if you weren’t any good at it, Loki wouldn’t say anything. In the moment, Loki would probably agree to jackhammer you behind a tree in the park for five minutes if its what you asked for.

Loki turned to you, his icy eyes wide and pleading, but still with that incredibly sexy air of intensity. “Where shall we begin, My Lady?” he asked, the sudden change in character stark and unsettling. Loki must’ve been a wonderful actor, for his voice went up nearly an octave, trembling and meek. Damn all, you thought. How is a sociopathic alien god so good at that?

“I’m not one to waste time, so let’s get to the point,” you said sternly, invoking a character of your own. You took Loki’s chin in your palm and lowered his head to meet your eye. “Your purpose here tonight is to serve me. If you’re obedient and if you please me, I may rethink my position regarding our affair. I love rewarding my men. Now, Loki, repeat so I know you understand me.”

Loki nodded, his head bobbing up and down a moment in your hand. “My purpose here is to serve My Lady. If I’m obedient, you may reward me. My Lady is always good to her men.”

You smiled and nodded. “Correct. You’re such a suck-up. It’s adorable, really.”

Loki replied with a humble “Yes, My Lady.”

“Now, I’m not feeling very patient tonight, but I do want to run under the shower before we begin. Strip and go sit on the bed,” you commanded. “Once you do, play with yourself until you are ready for me. No magic. No cumming. Nothing fancy and you are not to leave this bed, got it? Like I said, I don’t want to waste time on the frills.”

“Yes, My Lady. Thank you,” Loki answered, walking slowly to the bed, not taking his eyes off of you. Loki went to raise a magic hand, when you shook your head violently, strutting up to him and grabbing his wrist.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SEIDR?” You raised your voice.

Loki looked submissively to the ground. “I am not to use magic tonight. I am sorry, Mistress. Please be gentle with me. I am used to magic.”

You scoffed. “I am not so forgiving. Remember that for next time, because I will punish you if you try that again. Am I in any way unclear?”

Loki shook his head. “No, Mistress.”

“Good,” you softened. “Now, go ahead and do as I commanded you.”

Loki stripped naked in under a minute, working briskly to please you. You took a moment to fully take in his form, which was lean but defined, unlike Thor’s much larger musculature. His pallid skin was almost blue in the room’s dim lighting, and you could already see how aroused he was, not only in the clear fact that his dick was already nearly erect, but that he already had a thin layer of sweat coating his chest, which was beginning to move more erratically as his breath quickened with excitement.

You’d seen him in the bath, but he wasn’t erect then, and the previous night, you’d been fucked in a position that didn’t allow you to see how big Loki was when he was ‘at attention.’ One look at his enormous cock, and your pussy started aching. It took you a lot of willpower to keep your commanding composure.

Loki sat on the bed as you’d demanded, taking his erection into his hand and beginning to slowly move his palm up and down his shaft, slowly quivering in response.

“Good,” you praised. “Now, I will be back in just a moment, kid.”

“What if…what if I cum, Mistress?” Loki asked cautiously as he played.

“Then you will have clearly demonstrated that you have no need for my cunt, and therefore, we’ll have no reason to continue our little affair, will we?” you answered.

“No! No, Mistress, I won’t do anything without your permission,” Loki promised, loosening his grip on himself.

“Good,” you repeated, going into the bathroom, leaving the door open and quickly turning on the shower. Smirking, you took a towel and placed it on the floor next to the bathmat, then quickly stripping and getting in the steamy stall without closing the glass door, instead allowing Loki to stay in your line of sight, and you in his.

You could feel his eyes on you as you spread lavender-scented suds all over your slick body, taking your time and letting the steam build. Out of the corner of your eye, you observed your subject fucking himself, desperately trying to achieve what you’d requested without spilling over the edge. His grunts and squints indicated that letting him glare at your while you showered was having the effect you desired on him: your visual was making it more difficult for him to stay focused. It was driving him wild. His fingers ran up and down his length, sometimes softly, sometimes so tightly you thought for a second that you weren’t being fair, and that you’d made him wait for too long.

No, you are the Mistress tonight. It’s your time, not his.

Finally, after about ten minutes, you slowly turned off the shower and got out, reached for a tower to quickly get the heaviest drops out of your hair, but left your body soaked and dripping. Then, and only then, did you come back out into the bedroom, where Loki, desperate to please but having a substantial task keeping himself ready without orgasming, was on his back, legs spread, still fucking his palms and grunting intermittently, his cock so inflated, it was pressed against his lower abdomen.

He sat up quickly when you re-entered the space, and upon seeing you wet and hot from the shower, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

“My Mistress…” he mumbled, out of breath and nearly speechless. “…you are radiant.”

“That’s enough!” you raised your voice to him, taking the hand he still had on his member and gripping it tightly. “You seem to have succeeded in your task. A shame, really. I was so looking forward to spanking your ass until you went numb.”

Loki’s cheeks actually began to turn pink. You didn’t think that was possible. “Have I been good?” he asked, his light voice a little deeper than before, but still higher than his normal tone. He looked like he was genuinely interested in your approval

You sighed in mock disinterest. “I suppose you expect a reward for this, eh?”

“I will accept what Mistress gives me,” he replied.

“Do you wish to please me, kid?” you asked.

Loki nodded enthusiastically. “Then show me how good you are at eating my pussy. If I’m impressed, maybe I’ll let you inside me.”

Grinning and nodding, Loki sat up as you crawled onto the bed with him. “Thank you, Mistress!”

You put your back against the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs apart as far as was comfortable, presenting your twat in full to him, who took his time looking at you.

“Oh, Mistress, may I admire you?” he gasped, looking like he was viewing an incredible painting for the first time, staring down at your crotch. “Let me worship at your temple first, please?”

“The audacity of asking for anything when we both know who is in charge here!” you tsked. “You are too bold for your own good, Loki. You never know your place.  Still, I suppose it will have to do.” You leaned back and exposed yourself as much as you could, as a good angle for Loki to reach with his face.

Loki brought his face down, close enough that your outer lips could feel his hot breath on them. He brought a hand up “May I touch, Mistress?”

You scowled. “No! In fact, cross your wrists behind your back. You may only use your tongue on me.”

Loki nodded solemnly. “Yes, Mistress.” He demonstrated perfect submission, acting as if his wrists were bound behind him and ducking lower. You closed your eyes and stifled a sigh as you felt Loki bury his face in your folds, using his lips to gently roll your clit in between them, sending heat shooting up your core.

He made quick work, pleasuring you with his mouth, using his tongue expertly to explore every tuck and corner of your cunt. He maneuvered behind your folds, around your opening, and finally slipped it inside. Greedily, Loki began his work, and for your part, every flutter and stroke made you see stars, your insides twisting and pulsing as you began feeling the familiar wave of warmth build like a storm cloud in your abdomen.

“There’s a love,” you moaned. Loki didn’t stop, and you were beginning to wonder if he needed to come up for air.

Your hips began bucking against Loki’s face in spite of yourself, the intensity growing and growing. You were conscious of how wet you were, and how you were practically suffocating your god with your folds. You felt your nerves beginning to lose control as Loki’s incredible tongue left no inch untouched, rolling around nimbly inside you.

“You are doing so well,” you encouraged, the throbs and waves of heat and pressure coming closer and closer to critical mass. Loki finally brought his face up for air, looking at you with insatiable need.

“You taste divine, My Lady,” he commented, drunk with lust, licking his lips. “Such rich nectar…you’re delicious.” He dove down for another taste of you.

You, on the other hand, had different things in mind. “I think I’ve had enough. You’ve done well,” you said, taking a small handful of Loki’s curly, dark locks in your fist and firmly tugged, raising his head again.

Loki moaned in slight disappointment. You got the impression he wasn’t acting, and that he really didn’t want to stop tasting you. “May I have you, Mistress? Is it time?” Loki asked modestly.

You pursed your lips and sat up, taking a fingernail and dragging it gently down Loki’s nose, stopping on his lips.

“Shh! You’re craving me so hard, you poor thing,” you said, fluttering your eyelids coquettishly. “How badly do you need me to fuck you?”

Loki rested his chin on your pubic bone and looked at you from between your propped-up thighs. “I’m in agony, My Lady. You’re a goddess! I’m about to spill, I don’t know if I can hold it in, please, My Lady—”

“---YOU WILL HOLD IT IN UNTIL I SAY!” You raised your voice almost too loudly, grinning. Your hair ignited with a small ‘pop,’ setting your tresses aglow. Loki gasped in admiration.

“If I may say so, you are most beautiful with you let those flames out, Mistress.”

“I may not be able to do a full split, but I learned a few nice things in the circus, Loki,” you told him. Then, without warning him, you maneuvered your legs so that they swung around and hooked underneath Loki’s, and using your core strength and the leverage from your legs, shot up straight, pushed Loki onto his back, slamming him into the mattress, and sat on his hips in one quick motion, leaving him breathless and on his back.

“Like that,” you said seductively leaning over your submissive, running your hands up and down his chest, your cunt hovering over his erection, but being careful onto to let your lips touch it with tantalizing gentleness.

“Oh Norns,” Loki moaned.

You smiled and slowly lowered yourself onto him, purposefully taking your sweet time impaling yourself on his cock, taking him in and savoring every moment of it as your walls stretched to accommodate its’ massive girth. Twice, you let him slip out, stifling a sadistic laugh as Loki sighed in ache.

Without any more hesitation, you finally slammed down on top of Loki’s dick, taking all of his shaft into you and letting it slide up and down your passage, slowly beginning a rhythmic grind against his pelvis, forward-to-back, so his head could hit your g-spot.

Loki arched his back in ecstasy. “Oh, my Mistress, you’re so tight around my cock!”

“Shhh,” you whispered quietly, taking his hands and placing one on the small spot between your bodies where he could press your clit as you moved. “Your job is to keep me going, understand? Just because you’re beneath me doesn’t mean I’ll let you be a pillow princess. Earn your fucking.”

“Yes, My Lady!” he cried, letting two of his fingers catch your button between them and slowly beginning to fiddle with it, adding to your building orgasm exponentially. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have told him to do that so quickly, you thought.

You began making circles and figure-eights with your hips, thrusting more violently as Loki played with your clit, pressing and tickling intermittently. Loki groaned louder this time as you suddenly slowed your rhythm.

“Mistress, please take my seed. It’s coming…” Tears of exertion and desperate need dotted the corners of his eyes as he tried to keep up with your thrusts.

You didn’t answer him with words, but with stronger, harder rocking. Even you could barely keep up after a moment. The heat was reaching a zenith inside you, Loki’s cock pounding within and coaxing your orgasm forth.

“Are you about to cum?” you asked, concentrating.

“Yeeeessss” he hissed back.

“Good, because we’re cumming together…Loki….Loki…Loooooki…” you groaned loudly as you met your fall, your walls pounding with violent pulses of pleasure, sending shudders up your back and letting a slow, loud rolling whine out. Underneath you, Loki released himself, letting your walls milk his cock for every drop of hot cum, which you immediately felt spurt up inside you as he bucked against your crotch hard, elongating your own thundering orgasm.

You rode out your orgasms together, and when you were finally spent, you whispered a quiet “End scene” and fell over Loki’s chest in exhaustion.

Your hair was still aflame, but somehow it wasn’t harming Loki’s shoulder one bit as you laid your head on it.

“Well then,” Loki whispered. “Have you made a decision, My Lady?”

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I’m still unsure. That was quite a ride, sir, but I think a second interview might be necessary.”

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In the stairwell on your way up to your room later that evening, you met Tony walking the other way, a man in overalls behind him holding a rusty red toolbox.

“Oh, Firecracker, we were just in your bathroom,” Tony said. “Funny, nothing’s wrong with the shower.”

You quickly put on your defenses and shrugged as casually as you could. “Weird. Sorry about that. Guess I don’t know much about…um…showers.”

Tony pouted and looked at you with suspicion. “Yeah. Guess so.”

Luckily, he didn’t inquire any further, and he and his handyman left you in the stairwell alone, wondering if he’d caught wise or if he just thought you were a dumbass.

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The next day, you spent the morning in training with Clint, getting him to work a little with you on aiming your fireballs to your favorite 80s hair metal bands. You didn’t see Loki the entire day, and by the time you finally took a break from training for lunch around 2:30pm, you still hadn’t seen your sexy paramour.

As nonchalantly as possible, you decided to ask Steve about him.

“Oh,” he said dismissively, “He has a check-up today.”

“A check-up? Why does he need that? Aren’t Gods already supposed to be healthier than humans?” you asked, grabbing a frozen tamale out of the freezer. I mean, I already know how healthy Loki’s body is, you thought to yourself with a covert smile.

Steve shrugged. “Well, not quite like that. It’s more of a probation check-up. Once a month, he has to go through interviews with representatives from the UN and other questionings, just to make sure he’s not violating the terms of his parole, like using magic. It usually takes most of the day, but he will probably be back by nightfall.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “Can they, like, audit his magic use? Like how the electric company reads meters to see how much power you’ve used?” you asked, popping your tamale in the microwave.

Clint, pouring a tumbler of water from a Brita pitcher, laughed. “That’s a fascinating way of putting it, but I don’t think so. It’s more of an honor system. The UN agreed to believe his testimony as long as he’s under our watch.”

“May I ask why you’re so interested in him? You ask about him a lot,” Steve noted.

You shook your head. “He’s obnoxious,” you lied (…kind of). “I guess the more I know about him, the more I can be on guard. I’d feel better if I knew the story behind the madman.”

Clint nodded. “You don’t have to say that twice!” He took a large gulp of water. “Anyone, you don’t have to worry. He’ll behave himself if he ever wants us to loosen the collar.”

A collar, you made a mental note to yourself to track down a collar. You really wanted to see what Loki would look like wearing one around his neck.

“Well, I’m getting a little tired talking about him,” Steve dismissed. “Besides, I need to talk to you about something else, Y/N.” Steve looked to Clint, who shrugged and meandered far enough away from you that he couldn’t eavesdrop. When he felt he was safe, Steve went to the island, where you just noticed a small pink rose sitting in a vase by itself. He took the rose and brought it back to you.

“Y/N, there’s an investors party on Saturday night. Once in a while, Tony’s rich friends all come in and pay an absurd amount of money to mingle with us for a night. It’s usually a good time, but it may be feel a bit funny for you, it being your first time…”

He stopped short, as if rethinking the phrasing of that last part. Blush crawled up his cheeks.

“…what I meant to say is, maybe if I was your escort, it might be a little easier for you to…”

You were only half-listening, your mind still lost in space, picturing Loki in various positions of submission, tied in various ways, his massive blue eyes looking up at you pleadingly.

“…so what do you say? I mean, if you don’t want to, Y/N I’m fine with—”

“—sure, yeah,” you answered, smiling at Steve and snapping back to attention at the sound of your name. “I’d like that.”

Steve grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile back at how your answer had perked him up. He really was an attractive man, and someone you could actually trust, to boot. However, he didn’t exactly have the same sex appeal as Loki, nor the same element of danger that made your pussy quiver in anticipation with every Cheshire grin. You’d heard a friend once refer to Steve’s type as ‘vanilla.’

But that wasn’t necessarily his fault, was it? After all, he came from a time period were women wearing pants was considered R-rated.

“Wonderful!” Steve said happily as you took the rose from him. “If you can be ready by nine on Saturday night, I can meet you at your door, and we can go down to the party together.”

“Okay, Steve, thanks,” you said.

He leaned in and gave you a chaste little peck on the cheek. “I should probably go down to do some reps in the gym, but I’ll see you at supper?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Steve gave a respectful head nod and turned on his heels, leaving the room with a little more skip in his step than you’d ever seen from him before.

Clint made his way back over once you were alone again. “Was that a date you just made with the Cap?” he asked, winking jokingly at you.

You looked at him in silence a moment before you finished processing the awkward moment. “Oh? Oh! Yeah! Oh…oh…”

It finally dawned on you in full: you’d just made a date with Steve Rogers. 

Oh, shit.

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@lokisgoodgirlbackup @mochie85 @lokisninerealms​ @toozmanykids  @mischief2sarawr​ @michelleleewise​ @el-zef​

[literatureatthebowofnails]

Hot sauce is surprisingly good on mac and cheese. Thanks for the hot tip, Yelena

[rorywritesjunk]

It just dawned on me recently that the last fictional man I was really into and writing lots of fanfiction about and sharing (some of it) was also someone who was kind of a dumpster fire and involved with the circus.

I had a 50+ chapter fic on FF.net about this fella and my OC and I was writing things and not posting them up until... last spring probably.

lmao hawkeye and buggy. both alike in dignity in rory's mind where we lay our scene.

[hugglebunny]

Finally found some of the Lego Marvel Minifigures in Australia. My son and I split the three we got, and here's my share.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

I just had a thought. Matt Murdock and Jennifer Walters are wearing designer, Prada/Armani/Gucci-level costumes (made by the one and only Luke Jacobson, of course).

Clint Barton’s costume was literally a cosplay commission.

Peter Parker, now that he’s in the trenches, had to make his own costume.

[clintbartonslover]

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Batman submission

Hawkeye submission

Azula submission

[posswrites]

[loomontoia]

Always my baby girl