#tonis sweater just tied up. in the back

[noecoded]

u always get everything that u want

[lokisgoodgirl]

Open Skies [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's first time flying the Quinjet is a memorable one. Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Smut. Loki x Female Reader. Silly things. Mutual pining. Oral (M). (w/c 2.2k)

Tony dangled the key between his thumb and forefinger. The fob swung in front of Loki’s smirking face. “To Virginia, and back again,” Tony said. He was not in the mood for games. Loki’s eyebrows shot up. He pressed his fingers to his chest in mock-hurt before extending the cup of his palm out, fingers unfolding with a graceful flourish. “I need to learn, Stark..." he postured innocently. “The simulations only go so far. You know that.”

“And you’ll behave?” Loki rolled his eyes. “What egregious sin could I possibly commit with your garish vessel while under the watchful eye of our trustworthy Agent here?” he said, flicking a finger towards you. “Is that not why she has been chosen for this farce? To keep me in line? To make sure I don’t damage this metal substitute for masculinity?” Tony’s eyes darted in an aborted eye-roll. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, observing Loki with suspicion. “It should only take you twenty minutes- if that,” he said, tossing the fob in the air. The god caught it. Loki let you walk ahead up the ramp. The weight of his stare clung to your ass like wet paint as you made your way to the front of the craft and slid into the passenger seat. He paused, giving both headrests a squeeze as he observed the screens. You watched his profile stiffen, a swallow working his neck. For all his breezy pomposity, he was nervous. “Just like the simulator,” you said, “you’ll be fine.” Loki's face remained unchanged by your re-assurance. He cleared his throat, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater; the one with the Avengers logo that he swore the first time he saw it that he would never wear.

He manoeuvred himself into the driver’s seat. “Is he watching?” he asked quietly. You pressed the screen, making the rear camera pop up. Tony stood below the under-hang of the landing area, arms folded. “Right..." Loki said, lips pursing.

He ran his palms down the tight chinos creased to his thighs. One long finger tentatively pressed against the central screen.

In a matter of seconds, the Quinjet’s engines fired to life. Loki flinched. His fingers flexed before their length curled around the lever sitting between you. He pushed it into elevate. "Thirty-five-thousand feet..." Loki murmured to himself, pressing a series of buttons on the screen.

He reached up, pressing an intercom above his head.

"This is Loki Laufeyson, Avengers Unit, Stark Tower," he said, gazing out the huge window at the skyscrapers.

His voice made goose-bumps ripple on your skin. It massaged over the syllables like crude oil over glass, thick and utterly erotic in its uniform sincerity. “Lifting off - flightpath expected from New York City to above Richmond, Virginia. No target, no landing. Training exercise, thirty-five thousand feet. Copy?”

He released the button. Static hummed. Loki’s fingers readjusted around the lever. “Copy, Mr Laufeyson." the radio crackled. "Clear for take-off. Route mapped. Any changes, let us know.”

Loki let out a small, satisfied sigh. He shot you a weak smile. “Good?” he asked. You nodded. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, delicate strands falling around his face. It framed his cheekbones perfectly. “Try not to be too aroused by my piloting-skills, Agent,” Loki goaded, turning his attention to the thrusters. “I have been practising very hard to make it seem effortless.” He pressed several more buttons without a pause.

You and Loki had hooked up for several weeks just before his most recent mission. But whether it was clarity during the absence, or simply lack of interest; when he had come back no moves were made on either side. On your part, it was simple terror. Being with Loki in that way was unbelievable the first time that it had happened, never mind the seventh, eighth, ninth. Part of you didn’t want to push your luck. It had crossed your mind that he had actually forgotten. And if that was true, then you didn’t want to know.

The force of the ascent pushed you back into your seat, facing forwards. Out the corner of your eye you saw a grin stretch over the god’s face as the New York skyline became mere dots below. He yanked the lever a few more times into position, setting it in cruise. The beep of buttons and the hum of the engines were the only sounds. Ahead, there was nothing but open skies. “Well done, I’m very impressed,” you said with a smile, shifting to face him. The seatbelt dug into your shoulder. Without realising, you had set a hand to rest on his thigh. The two of you looked at it, eyes rising to meet. One of Loki’s brows cocked. “Agent?” he growled. “Are you trying to seduce the captain?”

You were about to deny it. But he was the god of lies, after all. In which case there was no getting around it. And even if there was – did you want to? “Yes.” you said. Loki barked a small laugh of disbelief, turning his eyes back to the wide windows. “It will take more than that, Agent.” he said, offering a small nod to the hand resting mid-way up his thigh. “Especially after giving me the cold-shoulder on my return.” Your stomach dropped. “I did no such thing-” you started, but Loki had begun to tut. It’s slow methodical click ticked over the air between you. His eyes never left the blue sky out the front of the Quinjet. “On the contrary. On my return, I came to your rooms. I left a note, and quite a suggestive one at that. I made myself quite vulnerable, actually.” You frowned. “Loki, I moved rooms like three weeks ago.” Loki pressed a finger to his forehead. “Who’s in your old one?” “Scott.” “Ah,” Loki said, grimacing. “I was wondering why he had been particularly familiar of late.” The god shot you a sheepish smile. “I may have gone into great detail about oral sex in my correspondence.” “Giving or Receiving?” “Receiving.” The two of your burst into raucous laughter.

Loki took his hands from the steering wheel, wiping a tear of mirth. “In defence of my uncouth written request, you do give the most glorious blowjobs,” he muttered, offering a tilt of his head. “And it was a very long mission. I was in desperate need of attention.” “Did you ever get it?” “No. Although in hindsight, Lang did attempt to ease my disposition.”

You and Loki exchanged a restrained smirk before bursting into laughter again. “I feel terrible,” you said, starting to feel giddy. “I thought you weren’t into me anymore, so I just…” “Gave up without a fight?” Loki said, pressing a button and shifting the stick. “Understandable. I am rather intimidating.”

Your hand began to dance up his thigh, following the rise of his insane quad muscle. You squeezed. The fingers slid inward, brushing the growing bulge in his crotch. Loki shifted in his seat, chinos rustling. “Agent…” he warned. But his eyes sparkled.

The god’s legs widened in the generous seat. Creases ran thick across his spread thighs, the outline of his cock stark against the light fabric. It stretched up to his hip by the side of the zipper. You bit your lip as he thrust gently into your cupped hand. “We shouldn’t…” you said, tracing the length of his cock with one light finger. “No,” Loki breathed. “But we will.” The click of your seatbelt and the resulting flurry of your fingers at his buttons was instant. Loki raised one arm to let you work, lowering the tight zipper and setting his cock free with a bounce into your waiting hand. “Fuck,” he choked through ragged breaths, “Agent you don’t have to-” You looked up at him, head pressed back against the rest and the veins in his throat tightening. He had that stoic, regal set upon his features, cheekbones hard and unwavering, mouth closed as he stared at your with hungry eyes. The only thing that gave him away was the sound of small puffs of air flaring in rapid succession from his nostrils. Without looking, you could tell his knuckles were white on the wheel. One of his forearms rested on the nape of your neck.

“If you don’t think I want to suck your cock, Laufeyson,” you whispered, pausing to place a kiss on the leaking tip, “then you’re even crazier than I thought.” Loki inhaled sharply as you swallowed him. The breath caught in his throat, forcing its way back through a series of stuttering breaks that made desire thrash deep in your cunt. Fingers wrapped around the base of him, you worked slowly back and forth until his manhood was slippery with spit. Your face lowered on to the bottom of Loki’s sweatshirt with every dip of your head. Sucking wet and hot as the vein that ran the length of his cock throbbed against your tongue. There it was, that sweet saltiness pearling at the cracked creases of your lips. God, how you’d missed that. The taste of him. There was nothing like it.

Loki’s placid moans filled the cockpit. It was polite, in a way. Gentlemanly, while his slender fingers grasped delicately against your hair. You lingered at the crown, running your tongue against the sensitive underside.

Loki jolted in his seat. The Quinjet took a dive, and you froze - cushioning his glory with your tongue as the god corrected the flightpath. He chuckled, hissing as you tightened the grip of the fingers around his root and began to pump in time with your mouth. “We’ve reached-uh...g-gods, Richmond,” he stammered. His fingers grasped at your hair, knees beginning to tremble. “I’m carrying out a soft turn, bringing us one hundred and sixty degrees before returning to the original..f..f-fuckk-flightpath.” Humming approval through a mouthful of his cock, you lost yourself in the warm musk of his public hair. The metal zipper caught against your chin, grazing with every deep dive of the god into your throat. But you didn’t care. Loki’s gentle whines were all you could hear over the engines, panting praises and murmurs of lustful promises that you would hold him to when this thing landed. If it landed.

“Gods-” Loki choked, punctuated with a thump as his skull fell against the headrest. "How can you do this to me, Agent?” he gasped, rubbing your back as you quickened the pace. “You’re the best…” he moaned, hips rising to meet the bob of your jaw, “you’re the b-best I’ve ever had..I- uhh...”

The god’s fingertips dragged down your back, fist clenching and unfurling. He let out a primal grumble. “I’m going to cum, darling-” he growled. “Has anything c-changed?” You shook your head, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth and pooling in a wet patch on his chinos. Swallowing all the spit you could, you pressed your lips tighter around his girth, sucking furiously. Loki flinched with pleasure; and although you couldn’t see him, you knew his eyes were rolling back. You’d bet a few more of those slutty little curls had come loose too. Loki’s bucks were quicker now. He was trying to be restrained, but still his hips shuddered against the seat trying not to fuck your mouth with all his might. The Quinjet thrashed to the side, immediately correcting.

The god’s breaths were heavy, unintelligible filth falling from his lips and slithering into your ear as you worked him. "Good girl," he gasped, palm flying to the window my his side, "oh, f-fuck yes...good girl-vakker... just like, u-uh-" His palm slid down the window with an obscene squeak.

With a curse-littered groan, both of his arms went flying up behind the headrest. He pulled it forwards, the force of his abdomen’s clench pressing against your forehead. Loki’s hot cum hit the back of your tongue, filling your mouth with the sweet tang you craved. It kept coming, spreading into every pocket of space not occupied by his meat. His groans of pleasure filled the cockpit while you swallowed - pretty little moans snaking from his throat as he rode higher than the clouds.

Your lips left the tip of his flushed member with a slurp. Loki looked at you, dazed and slut-drunk. His seed glistened at the corners of your mouth as you squeezed his cock from the base a final time. A thick ream of cum blossomed at the opening. With one finger, you scooped it off, placing it carefully on the tip of your tongue.

“How I’ve missed you,” Loki slurred before his mouth was on yours.

You could feel his tongue search your own, tasting himself on each caress, swallowing the mess that you had made of him. Breaking apart, you took a moment to appreciate just how fucked-out Loki looked. The god’s cheeks were flushed, his lips raw and pink from rough kisses; his tied-up hair was askew, one side falling down in inky tendrils across his shoulder. The sweatshirt was rumpled, and there was a spreading wet patch on those lovely cream chinos. “How long do we have?” you asked, realising that you probably didn’t look much better. Loki’s eyes flickered to the screen. “Three minutes.” he said, disappointed. As Loki nailed a perfect landing, you made a final check of yourself in the window’s reflection. His knuckles trailed gently down your bicep. “I’ll see you inside?” he asked quietly. His pupils were still bottomless pools. “At your rooms,” you smiled, fighting to contain a laugh. “Not Scott’s.” Loki nodded agreement, lips curling. “I really did wait, you know.” he said. “I know.” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The two of you disembarked and Tony was waiting for the debrief exactly where you'd left him. He seemed happy with everything, by and large. But his arms remained folded. You began to make your way into the Tower. “Laufeyson. A word.” Tony barked. Loki rolled his eyes, subtly gesturing for you to go on ahead. “How’d you like her then? State of the art?” Stark hummed, gesturing to the Quinjet. Loki raised a brow. “It was perfectly fine.” Loki said. “Not ‘the best you’ve ever had’?” Tony slipped his sunglasses down his nose. Loki’s brow furrowed. “Cameras?” “Cameras,” Tony replied, tossing Loki the key-fob. “I’ll delete my evidence if you hop on back and delete your evidence with some of that magic-bleach. Deal?” “Deal.” Loki sighed.

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[sleepypanda27]

Cold

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky helps you warm up.

Words: 1,935

Warnings: fluff, smut

The last few days, it was constantly raining. Of course, the heaters in Avengers Tower had to break down, and now it felt like the inside was colder than the outside. Cuddled up in your soft blanket on the couch, you were watching TV, not really paying attention to it. You still felt cold even after pulling on multiple layers of clothing.

Bucky walked into the room with a steaming mug in his hand. He wasn't affected by the cold at all. Lucky him.

"Hey doll, I made you tea. Figured you could use something hot." He smiled, giving you the mug, and pecked your forehead.

You took the mug from him and wrapped your fingers around it, bringing it closer to you, taking a small sip, enjoying how the warmth spread through your cold bones. A soft sigh escaped your lips from the delightful feeling.

“Thanks, Buck.” You said, smiling.

“Still cold?” He asked as he sat down beside you, putting his hand around your shoulders.

“I’m freezing. Tony said it will take at least a few more hours to repair the heaters.” You said while sipping tea. “Until then, I have to try not to freeze to death.”

“I think I can help you with that.’’ He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh really?” You placed the mug on the coffee table in front of you and climbed into his lap, draping the blanket around his shoulders, so you both would be covered with it. “How?” You asked innocently as if you already didn't know.

“I can think of few ways.’’ He moved his hands to your hips, pulling you closer, meeting you for a kiss. You tangled your fingers through his long locks, tugging them when he deepened the kiss, earning a low groan from him. He moved lover, kissing your jaw and settling in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking the exposed skin, while his hands roamed all over your body, making you a panting mess in his lap.

“You are wearing too many clothes, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured against your skin.

“Then do something about it.” You challenged.

He chuckled and found the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off over your head, letting the blanket fall on the couch, leaving you in another sweater.

“Hmm, still too many clothes.” He said, pulling the jumper off.

He looked at you in disbelief after discovering that under the sweater was another - long-sleeved shirt. “How many layers are you wearing?”

“I said I was cold.” You shrugged.

“I should've shown up earlier.” He shook his head before returning to kissing your lips, while his hands slowly worked on your shirt, unbuttoning it. When that was finally done, he pushed the shirt down your shoulders.

“Fuck.” You cursed, breaking the kiss.

“What's wrong?”

“My hand stuck in the stupid sleeve.” You said, struggling to get rid of the annoying shirt. The scene of how you frustrated wiggled in Bucky’s lap made him laugh. When you finally got your hand out of the damn sleeve, you slid your cold hands under his shirt, his muscles tensing under your cold touch.

“Oh my god, Y/n, your hands are so cold.”

“Wait till you see how cold my feet are.”

“How can you live like this?”

“That’s why I have you to keep me warm.”

“Damn right, doll.” He pulled you back into the kiss. His hands found a way under your top, grazing over your back, raising goosebumps on the skin where his metal hand touched it. You didn’t care about cold anymore. You trailed your hands over his chest, resting them on his broad shoulders. Your lips moved down his jaw and neck. He tilted his head for better access, a low moan escaping his lips when you rocked your hips.

“Hey! No, no just…no, stop this.” Sam spoke loudly at first, but at last, words sounded like a disappointed parent.

You both turned your heads towards Sam, who appeared out of nowhere.

“Come on guys, this is a common room, no one wants to see…this..” He gestured dramatically with his hands at both of you.

You shrugged your shoulders, and looked at Bucky with an expression - ‘he’s not wrong’.

Bucky moved his hands under your tights, standing up, lifting you with him, like you were feather-light. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Shut up, pigeon,” Bucky said with a smile, passing Sam on the way to his room.

“Fuck you, Bucket.” Sam retorted back.

“That’s the plan.” You called back before disappearing into the hallway.

"It's like living with horny teenagers," Sam uttered loudly. “Why am I even living here?’’

You both laughed at how easy it was to annoy Sam. After getting into the room, Bucky closed the door behind him with his foot and lowered you onto the bed, settling between your legs.

“Now, where were we?’’ He asked with a mischievous smile, his eyes dark with lust.

“I think somewhere here.’’ You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down in a passionate kiss. Your hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. It landed somewhere in the room.

His lips moved to your neck, nibbling and sucking while his hands roamed over your body, pulling off your top that joined his shirt somewhere on the floor. Quickly, getting rid of your bra, he sent it flying over his shoulder.

Bucky sat up on his knees. “I think you won't be needing these tonight.” He hooked his fingers behind the waistband of your pants, pulling them off along with your panties, tossing them to the side.

He took your ankle, lifting it, kissing his way up to your inner thigh tortuously slow, ignoring the one place you needed him most. Kissing up to your belly and between the valley of your breasts, he reached your lips, kissing them and biting your bottom lip.

“Hi there.” He smiled. His lips were pink and plump from all the kissing.

“Bucky..” His name, like a moan, escaped your lips. “I need you.”

“I'm right here.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck sucking and nibbling, soothing the place with afterward. His hands roamed all over your body, caressing your breasts. His metal hand created a cold contrast compared to his flesh hand, making your head spin. He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak, he let it go with a loud pop, before doing the same to the other.

Arching your back, needing more, you tangled your fingers in his hair, harshly tugging and bringing him closer. He growled in pleasure, his teeth scraping against your flushed skin.

You could feel his hard length against your tight. You rocked your hips upwards, sliding your hands down along his back, pushing down his sweatpants, and cupping his ass.

“Impatient are we?” He smirked, glancing up at you.

“Bucky, just fuck me already.” You wined, needing to feel him. Those were the words that completely broke him.

You could swear his eyes turned, even more, darker than before, almost swallowing his blue irises. Filled with lust and desire. He instantly got rid of his pants and crashed his lips harshly with yours in a needy, hungry kiss. He lined himself up against your entrance, slowly pushing in. Your mouth fell open, feeling him, letting out a strangled moan. That he quickly silenced with a kiss. Greedily swallowing every little moan from you he could get.

You wrapped your legs around him, rocking your hips, signaling for him to move. To do something. He started moving, pulling almost out, and slamming back in. Your breath hitched in your throat, nails digging into his shoulder blades, leaving half-moon marks on his skin.

He built up a steady pace, his body flush against yours. “Y/n…” He loudly growled, burying his face in the juncture of your neck, when he felt your walls clenching around him.

“Bucky. Ohh…god…don't stop.” Your moans filled the room, and you felt the familiar pleasure building deep inside of you.

He lifted his head, catching your lips in a heated kiss, it's all tongue and teeth. Dragging your nails down his back, you left long, red trails on his skin, making him growl at the feeling.

His hand slipped underneath your thigh, lifting it higher up so he would have better access, slamming deeper and rougher into you, reaching that spot he knew made you see stars.

“Come for me.” He growled as his fingers pressed harder into your skin.

Your eyes fell shut, reaching your release. Bucky's movements became sloppy as he reached his release moments later, your name falling from his lips, like praise. Your legs fell from his hips to the mattress like jelly. His head fell in the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath while holding himself up so he wouldn't squish you with his body.

Both laid like that for some time, coming down from your highs, sweaty bodies pressed together. His heavy breath tickles your neck.

Bucky lifted his head, brushing his lips against yours. “I love you so much, baby.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Buck.” You mused, brushing your fingers through his long, dark hair.

He smiled, giving you one last kiss and slowly pulled out. You whimpered at the sensitiveness. He settled in bed next to you, cradling you against his chest and holding you tightly. Your head resting on his shoulder. The warmth from his body provided cozy comfort.

“So, did I help you get warmer?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, you did.” You chuckled, tracing invisible shapes on his chest.

“But I have a feeling we'll have to do this again soon.” You pulled the blanket higher up, covering your bodies.

“Or maybe,” He smiled, rolling on top of you. “We could do it again right now, so you wouldn't have time to get cold.” He chuckled, kissing your shoulder, making you giggle.

---

“Morning, sleepyheads. Ready for a run?’’ Steve asked after he and Sam barged into Bucky's room.

Bucky groaned, rubbing his eyes trying to understand what was going on. He looked down at you, cuddled by his side, head resting on his chest and hand across his waist. A smile spread across his face as the memories from the previous night floated up in his mind. He pulled up the blanket covering your body. Tony must have repaired the heat, it felt much warmer than yesterday.

“No, not today.’’ He whispered, not wanting to wake you up.

“Long night?’’ Sam asked, smirking.

“Get lost. Both of you.’’ He growled when he felt you stirring.

Steve laughed and pulled Sam to the door when he started making kissy faces. Bucky grabbed a pillow and threw it at Sam. He barely dodged it and winked before disappearing from the room.

“What did they want?” You asked quietly with half-closed eyes, resting your chin on his chest.

“Morning run. Go back to sleep.’’ He kissed your hair, rubbing your back.

“What time is it?’’ You asked, glancing at the window it was barely light outside, the morning sun had not quite risen yet.

“It’s almost six.’’ He said after looking at the clock on the nightstand.

“They're crazy. Why didn't you go?” You asked, squinting at the light, trying to open your eyes fully.

“I'd much rather stay here with you.” He smiled. “In case you need my help getting warm again.”

[withlove-amber]

Birthday Wishes

gibbs x reader

(Y/F/F) = Your favorite food

‘Ding!’ The sound of the work elevator rang through the ears of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He caught a swift glance at the person exiting the elevator, (Y/N), the newest member of the team. He had to do a bit of a double-take, because he was very much not expecting her to wear what she was wearing. ‘Ding!’ The sound of the elevator interrupted her thoughts about her birthday dinner that Abby was planning. She normally doesn’t wear dresses, but since it was her birthday, she decided to do something different than her normal jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. She had gone shopping with Abby one day, and they ended up in this little shop near a farmer’s market. 

Her eyes immediately went to a sleeveless lilac dress, which was trimmed in gold at the bottom. It hit her just below her knees, and she felt so wonderful from the moment she first tried it on to now. She paired the dress with a white sweater (it’s DC after all, it’s cold!), and some nice white wedges to match her sweater. She had also curled her hair, and tied the two front sections back with a ribbon the same shade as her dress. Needless to say, she felt pretty all morning. ‘Wow,’ Gibbs thought, ‘She looks really pretty today.’ He watched her exit the elevator and walk to her desk, where she found a note from Abby saying to come down to the lab. She said her good mornings to everyone (ignoring everyone's shocked faces), and made her way down to the lab. 

She barely set foot into the lab before Abby attacked her with hugs. “Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” “Thank you Abby!” Abby took (Y/N)’s hand and ran to the fridge where she pulled out a bouquet of flowers in a vase and handed them to (Y/N). She immediately inhaled the whimsical scent they provided. “Thank you Abby, they’re beautiful!” “You’re welcome, (Y/N)! So, any guesses where I’m taking you for your birthday dinner?” “Nope, not a one.” 

When she came back to her desk with the vase of flowers, she found a croissant and a cup of coffee, with a note from McGee and Tony, saying, “Happy Birthday!” with balloons drawn on. “Thank you boys, that was really sweet!” “Of course, (Y/N), we totally remembered it’s your birthday!” said Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. The rest of the day went by unbelievably quickly. The team didn’t have a case, so they spent the day catching up on paperwork. (Y/N) did notice Gibbs disappear for a bit after talking to Abby, but didn’t say anything, deciding it was none of her business. 

Right before Abby made her way up to the bullpen, she remembered Gibbs was waiting to give (Y/N) something, so she waited a few extra minutes before heading upstairs. Everyone else had left for the night, so the only ones in the bullpen were Gibbs and (Y/N). “(Y/N),” she heard the familiar voice of her boss call her over. After she made her way over to him, he said “Happy birthday” and handed her a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. “Thank you Gibbs, they’re beautiful!” She said, inhaling the strong scent they provided. 

Seeing her so happy over something he did, made him want to hold her close and never let go. So, he did just that. When he held her close, the only thing he could smell was her soft vanilla perfume, and the wildflowers. And the only thing she could focus on was the smell of his cologne, the earthy smell of sawdust, and the feeling of herself blushing at the close contact. He was not making the crush she’s had on him any easier. He also didn’t make it any easier by kissing her forehead just as she was about to pull away from his embrace.

The only thing Abby saw as she made her way into the bullpen was a huge smile on (Y/N)’s face, and Gibbs walking to the elevator. “Are those from Gibbs?” Abby asked, pointing to the full bouquet that (Y/N) was holding. “Yeah,” she replied. “Come on, let’s go to your hopefully-awesome-because-the-restaurant-reminds-me-of-you-a-lot-birthday dinner!” Abby said all in one breath. Abby and (Y/N) linked arms as they made their way to Abby’s car. Abby had (Y/N) close her eyes when they got close to the restaurant, to maintain the surprise. “Okay, open your eyes!” (Y/N) opened her eyes, and the only thing she saw was her favorite restaurant that her father used to take her to when she was a little girl. “I love it here, Abby! How did you know?” “I had a feeling. I know you love (Y/F/F), so I went on a quest to find the best in town.” “Thank you Abby!” said the now-smiling birthday girl.

The surprise birthday dinner was awesome and also enormous, each of them ordering 3 plates of food. Before they both knew it, it was time for dessert. In the dessert (Y/N) ordered, came a singular candle. Before (Y/N) could decide on a wish (it’s a tired old tradition, I know), Abby said, “Are you gonna wish for Gibbs to make you smile like that again?” Seeing the way (Y/N) ‘s face turned red, was all the confirmation she needed. Needless to say, (Y/N) had a very happy birthday, and she fell asleep dreaming of a certain silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞♡︎

pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, sub!wanda x dom!reader, Thor Odinson x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

summary: Wanda had been teasing you all night and your patience was beyond thin with the witch so you get a little revenge and give her a punishment early when she steps a little too close with a toaster

word count: 880+

warning(s): Reader is a empath, magical orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, public sex not really but kinda, jealousy, kisses, and language

A/n:—GIF; @dreamgirlevil & @nikolatexla— you guys seem to like sub Wanda so here we are

You sat at the bar talking to a very bright and loud Thor as and a smirking Natasha Tony forced invited you and your girlfriend Wanda to his Christmas party at first you had no intention to attend whatsoever but your little witch could be very persuading

The red skirt she wore with a thick black belt and and and even bigger buckle to impersonate old Saint Nick was very distracting but you had set a note for yourself that kept you focused on the conversation at once

You’d get your gif sooner or later.

You’d get your gif sooner or later.

Thor telling some story about Asgard never seem to put a very infrequent smile on your face you viewed the man as a father of the sorts him, Natasha, and Bucky tied when it came to opening up the most

Usually you were all ears for the blondes story times but as you scanned through the unnecessarily large crowd your smile dropped as the view of Wanda talking to Vision twisting the tips of her in her fingertips as a Santa hat rested on the top of her head

As you began to look back at the group of people you sat around you could see Natasha in your face smirking wide at you and you couldn’t help but advert your glare from the advanced res toaster across the room to the redhead assassin in front of you

“Are you alright lady Y/n? Your eyes seem to be flashing war” Thor spoke up from his position completely oblivious and innocent to the silent conversation You and Natasha were having beside you placing a large hand on your shoulder

“I’m fine Goldie, I would really like to meet Heimdall one day but I have to excuse myself” Your eyes only left Natasha’s when you spoke of the Gods mentor and all around best friend as he nodded with a bright smile on his face sending you off

As you got up from your position sitting on a bar stool your hands rested at your side as you swifted and swayed your fingers walking through the crowd of people

💌💌💌💌

Wanda felt herself pause mind going blank as she listed to the words the fell from Visions lips in the air her vision went blurry and Vision could see the redheads eyes flash crimson as Wanda felt a pleasurable torture in her underwear it felt as if 1000 orgasms was rushing over her core at once

“e-excuse me for a second v-vision” Wanda attempted to excuse herself before your arm wrapped around her shoulder you could feel the witch’s glossy eyes on you but your line of sight was focused on the human like android in front of you

“Vision, how are you this evening?” Wanda could tell you were in no mood to talk and your question to the man had a purpose for you own pleasure

“Delighted Ms. Y/l/n, I was just Talking to Wanda about our last mission” There was slight smugness in his voice that had you tilting your head a certain way as Wanda gripped onto the fabric of your sweater a small gasp coming from her parted lips as she squeezed her legs closed

The last mission he happened to be talking about was a small one in Afghanistan that him along with Wanda and Steve took while you were on your own mission in Wisconsin and you couldn’t help but want to wipe the smug look right off Visions face

“Congratulations on your success, my darling here told me all about how she had to heal you in the field never got much of it but I know surprise shots could be a scare we’ll not for most of us who just have faster reflexes” Vision was breaking under the pressure of your game and you loved ever Meer passing second of it

But you were getting impatient and Wanda knew that you were about to end your game and it caused a dripping to run down her thighs to her feet that rested in the black boots she wore

“Now it was nice talking to you Vision, but me and Wanda should get going I apologize if you hear a little commotion tonight but I think that’ll teach you a little something about the way you talk to my witch”

Just as you finished your sentence Wanda came with a loud cry that you couldn’t hear over the music unless you were close and Vision was indeed close enough

“Tell Vision goodnight Wanda.” You demanded lightly as the redheads body shook in your side at the overstimulation reaching down you pinched her bottom as she gasped her hips jerking

“g-g-goodnight vision-n” You gave one more smile to the a android before turning around trailing off with Wanda right on your trying to keep her wobbly legs under control as she passed greeting guests

“Pull something like that again and I’ll fuck you stupid right in front of him” You growled into the girls ear as you both made your way into the elevator

“Y-yes mam” Wanda didn’t think she had stuttered in less than five minutes in her life but even if she wanted to think about her brain was clouded with euphoria and ecstasy

Wanda knew it would be a long night for her.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

tmi with toni

did I tell y'all that I went to my holiday event after my last sesh (before today, anyway 🥴) and realized ten minutes into it that you could see rope marks on my wrists and ankle?

💀 luckily I brought a sweater and just sat criss-cross applesauce until I was sure they were faded but. 🤦‍♀️ amateur hour over here. I knew there were marks; he kissed them. and then I just... forgot.

extra tmi below

only one ankle bcus he tied my hands behind my back and then one leg to the bed. he left the other one free for leverage lmao.

i did not get tied up today sadly, but still had a helluva time

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “In the Name of Honor”

The basics:  The team searches for a missing Navy lieutenant.

Written by:   Matt Klafter co-wrote “Smokescreen Part II”, "A Fait Accompli" and “Hard for the Money” and was the sole writer for “Where Loyalties Lie”.

Directed by:  Dan Liu directed “Watch Over Me”, “If the Fates Allow” and “Love Kills”.

Guest stars of note:  Ashwin Gore returns from season 13’s “Genesis” as ONI Inspector General Akhil Ali; Gregory D. Gadson returns as Col. Jackson Ladd from “Of Value”; Duncan Campbell is back from “Best Seller” as Agent Castor; NFL star Tony Gonzales as Capt. Alonzo; Soraya Kelley as Zahra Mahmad; Marco Khan as Ahmad Mahmad; Asher Deva as Muhammad Hasan; Toktam Aboozary as Mina Mahmad; Eric Satterberg as Roger and Joshua Thomson as Jeremy.

Our heroes:  Think a Navy Lieutenant is missing for a military reason but find out there is more to her disappearance.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Can fix his jammed weapon in a hurry. Sam:  Looks at the water to find some peace. Kensi:  Thinks she can get her shot off before being surrounded. Deeks:  Won’t get to Kensi in time. Fatima:  Woman, life, freedom Rountree:  Working to make sure Kilbride’s ass is not being chewed. Kilbride:  Asked Col. Ladd for a favor.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Thinks Sam is becoming Raymond. Sam:   Not turning into Raymond. Kensi:   Not getting the “Pretty Woman” references. Deeks:  Fan of the kebobs. Fatima:  Training with Akhil. Rountree:   Working inside today. Kilbride:   Brought Col. Ladd to the super-secret office.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Not helping the Admiral today though Kensi thinks she might be.

Who's down with OTP:  Deeks was more under control than usual when Kensi was in danger.  Was happy as always to see her safe back in the office.  Fatima is working through any feelings she may have for Akhil.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Callen and Sam were perfectly Callen and Sam in the episode.  Sam was a good friend/teammate/mentor to Fatima at the end of the episode.  Kilbride and Col. Ladd are besties.

Fashion review:  Callen wore a white and blue plaid button down shirt.  Long sleeve tees for Sam (black) and Deeks (darker blue).  Kensi wears a great long-sleeve pull-over sweater.  She and Deeks wear dark rain jackets at the crime scene.  Fatima starts the episode in workout gear – oversized light grey sweatshirt.  Wears a spiffy brown leather jacket with a white turtleneck for the rest of the episode.  Rountree had a green jacket with black pockets over a black tee.  Kilbride was in his Kilbride uniform – medium blue three-piece suit, light blue dress shirt, red and blue tie.  He donned a trench coat when visiting Col. Ladd.

Music:   “Messenger” by Mamak Khadem plays at the end as Fatima is taking in her day.

Any notable cut scene:  No.

Quote:  Sam:  “I’ve spent a lot of time staring out at this water, searching for answers.” Fatima:  “Any tips?  I'm coming up empty.” Sam:  “You doing okay?” Fatima:  “Physically? Yeah.  Emotionally, mentally and spiritually?  I don't know how to answer that.” Sam:  “Well, you don't need to have the answers.  Not right now.” Fatima:  “I just...I keep thinking about all the women out there...not allowed to make their own life choices.  What to wear.  Who to marry.  What they can and can't do with their own bodies.  Freedom of thought, freedom of choice. Sam:  “It's terrifying to some people.” Fatima:  “It's not fair.” Sam:  “The world will never be fair.  But it could be better.  Good things are happening.  Even though it doesn't  always feel like it.” Fatima:  “I just wish they would happen faster.”

Anything else:  The previously-s include a greatest hits package for Akhil Ali and Col. Ladd.  Fatima wakes up in a car on fire, tied to the head rest.  In the driver’s seat is in unconscious Kensi. 

Eight hours earlier, Fatima is working out with Akhil with a trainer named Jeremy who is part of Herbie’s military training company.  As Fatima walks away, Akhil asks how his training was going.  Jeremy was impressed that Akhil stopped making squeaking sounds whenever he was grabbed.

Fatima tells Akhil that for his first self-defense class, he did better than expected.  Fatima thinks he will be bringing down a suspected without breaking his nose no in time.  Akhil is happy to spend this time with Fatima but maybe in the future they’d spend time together by taking a nice walk.  The two make dinner plans.

Callen and Sam are in the armory discussing the use of armrests on a plane.  Three seats, four armrests according to Sam.  One passenger – in this case Sam – get the second  armrest.  “Simple math,” according to Sam.  Callen thinks Sam bullies his way to that second seat rest.  He also notices that Sam is worried.  And Sam is.  He’s going on a trip and leaving Raymond with his caretaker Constance.  Callen notes that even Sam thinks things have never been better with Raymond now that Constance in the picture.  Sam is going across the country to see Aiden.  Callen suggests taking Raymond across the country – it would be a great trip for the Hanna men.  Besides, if Sam is worried about Raymond he’s going to make everyone around him crazy and that’s the moment Sam becomes Raymond.  Everyone is going to Ops – they have a case.

Fatima and Rountree start the debrief in Ops, Lt. Zahra Mahmad is a Navy submariner.  For the last two years, she was working with a defense contractor in El Segundo.  Her team was working on an anti-detection program for nuclear subs.  Callen notes that sort of program could make her a target for any country interested in hiding their nuclear subs or finding America’s subs.  According to Zahra’s CO, she left work early the day before for personal reason.   She’s not answering calls or texts.  It isn’t like her.

Sam points out that Zahra isn’t missing for even 24-hours yet.  Maybe she’s off doing something and hasn’t had time to respond.  Fatima agrees but with Zahra’s knowledge and security clearances, ONI wants her found.  LAPD checked her home but nobody was there.  Her parents live in Northridge, they own an Afghani restaurant.  Fatima sees the menu is in Dari.   Callen says he’s going to see Zahra’s CO when Rountree tells Callen that Kilbride as the CO going to the boat shed.  Kilbride will do the interview.  Callen and Sam instead will go to Zahra’s home.  Fatima will go with Kensi and Deeks to the family’s restaurant.  With Fatima speaking Dari, she could help.  The parents could as well – they may know something that could lead to Zahra’s location.

At the boat shed, Kilbride dismisses Castor and speaks with Zahra’s CO, Captain Alonzo.  Kilbride tells Alonzo that Vice Admiral Hunt thinks the world of him and Alonzo is properly humble.  Kilbride know Alonzo’s background and thinks he’d work well at NCIS.  The Office of Military Support has an opening and Alonzo would be perfect.  Alonzo would consider the position. 

Turning to Zahra, Alonzo said that he’s never worked with anyone at her level.  One of the hardest workers he’s been around.  And suddenly she’s missing, the Admiral notes, what is really going on.  Zahra was part of a top secret mission, Alonzo’s hands are tied when it comes to discussing her work assignment.  Kilbride is having none of that.  The NCIS agents would be flying blind in their search for Zahra – “that’s how mistakes get made.”  The Navy has a mission that they are going through no matter what happened to Zahra.  Reading between the lines, the Navy has a secret mission using nuclear subs that if it is compromised, SEAL Team 2 will be going in instead – a suicide mission.  NCIS has 12-hours to find Zahra or the SEALs are going in.

In Zahra’s home, the place is as neat as a pin.  Callen finds a safe but their warrant won’t allow them to open the safe.  Sam gets a text from Rountree.  There was a suspicious activity report on Zahra’s bank account.  She cashed out $20,000.  Callen asked when was the last time Sam made a large cash transaction.  He hasn’t – checks, bank wires, credit cards.  More secure but much easier to trace.  Callen thinks Zahra wanted to disappear – and maybe sell some secrets.  Sam is going to get Rountree to expand the warrant to include the safe.

At the Mahmad’s restaurant, Deeks loves the smell of the place.  Fatima pulls out a menu and starts making recommendations.   Kensi sees Zahra’s mom.  Walking up, Kensi pulls out her badge and starts asking questions.  Zahra’s dad stops the one-way conversation.  His wife’s cooking is a literal chef’s kiss but her English is not very good.  Deeks explains he has the exact opposite problem.  That earns him a chuckle from Zahra’s dad, Ahmad, and a glare from Kensi. 

Kensi restarts her explanation, saying that Zahra is missing.  Ahmad is stunned.  The family last got together the previous Saturday.  Zahra was her normal, happy self.  Zahra’s mom, Mina, walks away crying.  Kensi asks if Zahra seemed like she was in trouble but Ahmad says no.  Mina is openly weeping.  Deeks asks about Zahra’s brother.  Ahmad says he is studying in London, working on his master’s degree.  Fatima asks if the siblings are close.  Ahmad says they are all close – family means everything to them.  Mina asks Ahmad why are they asking questions about their son Omar. 

Kensi asks if they know anyone who would know about Zahra.  Ahmad says no, explaining that 30-years ago, their families left Afghanistan.  Almost everyone went to Pakistan but Ahmad and Mina went to America to chase their dream – opening a restaurant, raising their children where they would be safe from violence.  Fatima is getting weepy.  Ahmad asks Kensi to find Zahra and bring her home to her family.  Ahmad comforts his wife.

Leaving the restaurant, Fatima is sure that the brother is suspicious.  Mina spoke to Ahmad about Omar when they were questioning Ahmad.  Mina may not speak English but she understood what Kensi, Deeks and Fatima were saying.  Deeks can’t understand why Mina would pretend she didn’t understand – her daughter is missing, NCIS is trying to find her.  Fatima thinks as immigrants, the Mahmads may not trust law enforcement.  Her parents had issues before Fatima joined NCIS, “and they live in Beverly Hills.”  Kilbride wants them all back in Ops, Kensi is going to look into Omar.

While Callen is trying to crack Zahra’s safe, Sam is being cranky.  Callen notes Raymond would be cranky too.  Sam finds Zahra’s license, car registration and EZ-Pass in a jar on a book shelf.  Zahra is traveling and doesn’t want to be found.  Sam has Rountree check Kaleidoscope for Zahra’s car.  Callen finally gets into the safe and finds some jewelry and family items.  Also her passport.  If Zahra was looking to get out of town, she’d take those things.  Sam thinks maybe Zahra really was kidnapped.  “Or she wants us to thinks she was,” Sam adds. 

Rountree calls.  Looking through Zahra’s phone, she mostly speaks to her parents but has had daily calls for the last seven months with a Ted Brown.  Sam wonders if he’s a boyfriend but Zahra’s parents never mentioned a boyfriend, unless she was keeping things quiet until they got more serious.  Rountree finds that Brown has a sealed juvie record and a lot of debt – credit cards and high interest college loans.  The $20,000 could be for Brown or Brown could be extorting her.

An unhappy Kilbride walks into Ops.  He just got his “ass chewed” by an under-secretary in the Navy.  “I don’t like getting my ass chewed, makes it uncomfortable to sit.”  He wants a sit-rep on Zahra.  Rountree found her car – it has been in the shop since the weekend.  She’s been using a loaner.  That car is parked in a lot downtown.  Kensi and Deeks are going to talk to Ted Brown.  Kilbride wants answers before he has nothing left to sit on.

Walking to Ted Brown’s home, Deeks is stunned that Fatima’s parents were suspicious of the police and “they live in one of the wealthiest zip codes in America.”  He’s worried about what Rosa will be dealing with.  Kensi reminds him that while they won’t be there all the time for Rosa, they will be there and will help her.  Ted Brown’s door is opened, obviously forced entry.  Inside, Deeks finds a tortured but still alive Ted Brown.

In the garage, Sam finds a note in Zahra’s loaner that says “Roger 8 Broad”.  Callen thinks 8 Broad could be 8th and Broadway, which is just a few blocks from the garage.  There is a currency exchange on 8th and Broadway with some criminal times.  With $20,000, Zahra could be in trouble.  Sam thinks if a Roger works there, Roger has some explaining to do.

Walking up to Col. Ladd at an outdoor park’s lunch tables, Kilbride makes fun of the Colonel’s kombucha drink.  Ladd is drinking it because it clears up the bad bacteria in his gut.  The Admiral mentions prune juice doing the same job.  Speaking of jobs, Kilbride asks how Ladd is doing with the Space Force.  Ladd has no complaints except his title – “Director of Warfare Integration at the Space System Command” is a mouthful.  Ladd is thrilled his new employer sees his head and his heart, not his right and left legs.  The Admiral asks a favor – with Ladd getting his security clearance back, could he do some digging about the Navy’s secret mission.  “I know you don’t owe me or your country any debt…”  Ladd cuts Kilbride off – “what the hell do you need me to do?”

A crime scene tech gives Kensi Ted’s smashed cellphone.  Ted is alive but in a coma.  After dealing with a woman who wanted to braid Deeks’s hair, Deeks tells Kensi the woman saw an unfamiliar SUV in Ted’s driveway the prior day.  Rountree is looking for security camera footage of the vehicle.  Reviewing the case, Zahra could have been swept up by people who wanted their money back from debt-ridden Ted.  Or someone was looking for Zahra and beat Ted up to try to get to her.  There are photos in Ted’s home – Zahra and Ted are obviously in love.

At the currency exchange, Roger is working the desk.  Callen and Sam show him a photo of Zahra, who he claims he’s never seen before.  Sam asks to see the security cameras but Roger doesn’t have any.  Callen points out a fake plant that has a camera, Sam a clock radio and an owl figurine that are likely cameras.  Roger finds plants calming, even fakes ones.  The clock radio and owl figurine are just décor.  Callen explains that Zahra’s car is in the parking lot nearby where they found the address of  the currency exchange’s location and Roger’s name written on a note.  He's the last one to see her alive and the could be an accomplice to the kidnapping of a Naval Officer.  Roger becomes a bit more helpful.  Zahra was in about a week ago.  He is a hawala broker on the side – someone who send money overseas without getting the government involved.  This is illegal if he’s not registered (he’s not) and if he’s not telling the government about the exchanges (he’s not).  Zahra was supposed to send some money to an account in Pakistan but never showed up.

Rountree found the SUV outside of Brown’s house – it was a rental from a small rental company that accepts cash and a now known fake ID.  The bad guys picked up the SUV at the rental location so Rountree is checking Ubers and taxis dropping people off.  Fatima found footage of Zahra being grabbed at the parking lot.  It is the same SUV as the one parked outside of Brown’s house.  She tells Callen and Sam the kidnappers wore masks and were well-armed.  Zahra never had a chance.

In the gadget area, which has been woefully underused since Eric and Nell left for Japan, Kensi is trying to open Brown’s phone with no luck.  Deeks stops by as she nearly drops it, calling the phone a “slippery little sucker”.  Fatima joins in, recognizing the “Pretty Woman” reference.  Kensi thinks she’s working with Siskel and Ebert and passes the phone to Deeks.  Fatima found Zahra’s brother Omar, who is living in San Francisco, not London.  And Omar hasn’t spoken to his parents in years.  This contradicts Ahmad’s statement that the family is very close.  Omar wasn’t really open about what was going on but Fatima tells them Ahmad and Mina believe in a strict adherence to the Koran.  Omar said he was beaten as a child for being too Western.  Kensi and Fatima decide to see Ahmad and Mina again, Deeks is going to try to get the sim card out of Brown’s phone.

In Ops, Rountree tells Deeks he’s found the SUV driver – Muhammad Hasan.  Looking at his social media and online postings in the last year, Hasan has become a member of an Islamic military sect.  Hasan has a flight out of LA today – whatever he’s in Los Angeles to do, it finishes today.

Rountree calls Callen and Sam to update them on Hasan.  This may have nothing to do with her work in the Navy.  Kilbride calls – it certainly has nothing to do with the secret Navy mission.  The Navy is going to track Russian military activity in the Arctic – staging nuclear weapons.  Zahra was part of the team making the US subs untraceable.  She knew nothing about the mission in the Artic.  Kilbride wants Zahra found now.

In the office, Deeks found that Ahmad his a hotel suite booked in Pakistan later this year for a wedding.  A man named Bashir Khan is getting married and he’s getting married to Zahra.  Khan is a wealthy man – could he be behind this?  Sam doesn’t think so, Zahra’s parents wouldn’t allow her to marry a non-Muslim man.  Instead, they put together an arranged marriage.  Zahra’s $20,000 withdrawal may have been an attempt to buy her freedom.  Refusing the marriage would dishonor the family.  Deeks wonders if this was an honor killing.  Callen says they have no proof that Zahra is dead yet.  But suddenly Kensi and Fatima’s trip to the restaurant is a bit more worrisome.

Kensi and Fatima walk into the restaurant.  The place has been trashed.

Callen and Sam are on their way to the restaurant, Deeks is going too until Kilbride pops up on the plasma behind Deeks’s desk.  Deeks is ordered to stay in the office.

Mina Ahmad is speaking from the back of the restaurant.  Fatima replies in Dari.  Mina is tending to her husband, who looks like he’s been beaten.  On comms, Deeks warns them that the parents may be involved in Zahra’s kidnapping.  Hasan comes out from the kitchen.  He’s going to shoot Mina if Kensi and Fatima don’t drop their weapons.

Rountree tells Callen and Sam that Hasan is Zahra’s cousin.  There are two more cousins in Los Angeles.

Kensi and Fatima are surrounded by the Hasan brothers.  Mina asks Hasan not to go through with the plan.  Hasan explains that Mina failed to raise Zahra properly. 

Callen and Sam are 10-minutes out.  Deeks is not happy.  Kensi agrees to dropping the weapons.  She puts her gun on the ground but pulls out a baton. She and Fatima try to fight but eventually both women are knocked out.  Deeks is really not doing well. 

Kensi and Fatima’s trackers are offline.  The Audi is still outside of the restaurant but Kensi and Fatima are likely on the move.  Callen calms Deeks down and gets Rountree in the mix.  Deeks finds another Hasan family member, who owns a warehouse in Long Beach.  Callen and Sam are on their way.

And we’re back in the beginning with Fatima struggling to get Kensi to wake up and to get out of the car where they are trapped.  The area outside of the vehicle is ablaze.  Callen and Sam arrive but are taking fire from the Hasan brothers. 

Deeks runs out of Ops, only to be met by Kilbride.  Deeks is told he won’t get out to Long Beach in time to save Kensi but he could work to put out the fire from Ops.  In Ops, Deeks gets a visual of a fire extinguisher near the warehouse door. 

Callen and Sam make their way to the warehouse but Callen’s gun jams.  The Hasans are still firing away and the flames are all around the car with Kensi and Fatima.   

Fatima gets free and starts untying Kensi.  Kensi is finally awake. 

Callen gets his gun unjammed just in time to see the vehicle where Kensi and Fatima were blow up to a million pieces.

Deeks is very quiet until Sam says he can see Kensi and Fatima.  Deeks offers a “thank God” but the Admiral warns him not to offer thanks just yet. 

Kensi and Fatima hear Zahra screaming.  She’s being pulled to a different SUV by Hasan.  When Zahra tries to pull away, she knocked to the ground and kicked.  Kensi pops up and threatens to kick Hasan’s ass.  As Kensi pushes a dumpster toward Hasan, Hasan opens fire on the dumpster.  This gives Fatima time to find a pipe and knock Hasan out from behind.  She says “bye bitch” in Dari – which is a great call back.

Callen and Sam make quick work of the rest of the Hasan brothers.  Kensi and Fatima comfort a beaten Zahra.

In the Admiral’s office, he’s sharing stories with Col. Ladd.  Kilbride thanks Ladd for taking a big risk to help him.  Ladd replies that the only reason he has something to risk is because of the Admiral.  Ladd is calling it a day because if they hang around anymore, they’d probably wind up in a bar.  Those days are over for Ladd.  The two men hug – Ladd has the Admiral’s back - “Always.”

Rountree explains to Deeks as they go down the stairs from Ops that Zahra’s uncle was in touch with the Hasans.  The uncle was pulling the strings, the parents were not involved.  Kensi arrives with Callen.  Deeks gives Kensi a big hug and asks they never do this again.  Zahra is bruised but otherwise alright.  She’s with Ted in the hospital.  Ted’s awake and expected to make a full recovery.  As Rountree leaves, Deeks is stunned that Zahra’s family would do this to her.  Kensi brings up that it was all done in the name of honor.  Callen disagrees – it isn’t honor, it is fear. 

Kilbride arrives – the artic recon mission was a success.  Callen asks how the Admiral found out about the recon mission.  Kilbride said he turned to an  old friend.  “Hetty?” Kensi asks.  “I said friend,” Kilbride replies as he leaves.  Callen, Kensi and Deeks are packing up.  Callen asks about Ted’s phone that is on Deeks’s desk.  Kensi starts to laugh – he couldn’t get the SIM card out, could he.  He did.  But the SIM card was so damaged it only had the last sent text message on it.  Ted told Zahra he loved her.  Kensi’s not laughing now.  She’s hungry.  The three decide to go out for Afghani food.

In the boat shed on the back deck, Sam talks about the hours he spent looking for answers in the water.  He asks Fatima if she is OK.  Physically, she’s fine.  She doesn’t know about emotionally, spiritually and mentally.  She is worried about all the women who can’t make their own choices – what to wear, what to do with their lives, who to love.  Sam says the thoughts of choice terrify some people.  Fatima talks about things being fair but Sam says the world is never fair.  But they are getting better.  Fatima wants things to move faster. 

Akhil arrives but seeing Sam with Fatima says he can leave.  Sam says he has a flight and needs to leave.  Before he does, he tells Fatima the answers she is looking for will come.  After Sam leaves, Akhil asks about Fatima’s day but doesn’t push it.  He also asks about dinner – again not pushing it – but Fatima would like something to eat.  She just needs a second to compose herself.  Akhil gives her “as long as you need.”

As Fatima gives the water one last look, she says “Woman, life, freedom” in Farsi.

What head canon can be formed from here:    A really generic episode.  You could have replaced Rountree with Eric and not change a single line of dialogue.  Actually, wanna bet Hetty knows Col. Ladd as well.  And she certainly had her hand-picked allies in different agencies when she needed help.  Kilbride’s lines could be Hetty’s in season three.

The main storyline had an interesting aspect with Fatima looking at people who were corrupting her beliefs but mostly it was a generic NCIS/Law & Order/CSI the missing person isn’t missing for the reason you think episode.  Totally forgotten was Zahra’s brother who wasn’t getting his master’s degree and claimed his parents beat him.  We’re just going to forget about lying to federal agents and child abuse.

Nice callbacks to Jocko Willink’s season 13 Herbie character with the trainer in the gym and Akhil’s broken nose in season 13’s “Genesis”. 

Episode number:   314 overall, the 12th episode of season 14.

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Miss Locke: “Not quite, Ms. Lee.” Arcade, in his green ugly Christmas sweater, and Miss Locke, in a skimpy elf costume, walk up to the three tied-up heroes. Sparrow nudges Jubilee and Jono. Sparrow: “Audible footsteps. Visible shadows. They’re not holograms. Jono, you getting a read on their minds?” Jono: “Yup.” Sparrow: “Alright, so not androids either. It’s really them.” Miss Locke is also wearing Sparrow’s utility belt. Miss Locke: “It’s more like a housing.” Arcade: “Quite right.” Sparrow gives the two a death glare, seeing her stolen utility belt. Arcade: “Glad you’re all reacquainted now. See Jubilation, I told you I’d bring Mr. Starsmore to Murderworld one day, but he is not easy to capture.” Miss Locke: “It’s quite annoying, trying to catch someone who’s immune to knockout gas and tranquilizer darts.” Jono shrugs, pleased that he made life difficult for them. Arcade: “But anyway, this tree will finally get rid of our little X-Men problem.” Arcade: “You see, there was a time when trapping heroes in my little games was all good fun. It didn’t matter if my victims lived or died. The problem is... I’m not doing enough business these days. Potential clients find my inability to kill you weirdos laughable.” Miss Locke shrugs. Miss Locke: “It’s nothing personal, it’s just bad for business.” Arcade: “And for one percent-ers like us, we don’t like having to choose a favorite private jet when we can normally just buy them both!” Miss Locke: “What we’re trying to say is that we need to make a statement to our potential clients. If we can kill a whole group of heroes, everyone will want to hire us.” Arcade: “And then we can go back to not caring if our victims live or die.” Arcade: “What’s inside that tree is one of Tony Stark’s old Jericho missiles from his weapons-dealer days. Of course, these beauties are no longer in production because Mr. Stark has one of those annoying moral backbones, but I grabbed it as an early Christmas gift from one of his...late former associates. The tree will take you three to the X-Mansion where it’ll reduce you and the rest of the insufferable X-Men to rubble!” Metallic clamps emerge from the “tree,” securing Jubilee, Sparrow, and Jono to it. Sparrow: “You’re insane!” Arcade smiles and shakes his head approvingly. Arcade: “You’re too kind!” Sparrow whispers to Jubilee and Jono. Sparrow: “I can barely control my powers so I won’t be much use yet, but you two can break these clamps before the missile lifts off. Once we’re free, I’ll take Locke. Jono, you stop the missile from launching. Jubilee...Arcade is all yours.” Sparrow smirks. Sparrow: “Ready...NOW!” Jono generates a psionic flame, directing it onto the clamps but keeping it from burning Jubilee and Sparrow. @amazing-jubilee and coordinated with @deathurgeoverdrive

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Christmassy Fic Titles Masterlist

All I Want For Christmas Has Been You for More Than Seventy Years (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 9k

Summary: It's Bucky's first Christmas back with Steve in 70 years, just a year since he's come to live with him and the Avengers. Steve's taking him away from the city for the occasion. Bucky assumes it's for his own safety; just in case the hustle and bustle of the New York Christmas Season triggers some of the Winter Soldier tendencies he's been fighting and learning to overcome.

Bucky doesn't mean to take this impromptu trip personally. Doesn't want to be upset. But he's recently recalled and redeveloped his feelings for Steve. Feelings he never shared with him. Feelings he has no idea if Steve shares, so being alone with his super soldier buddy might not be something he's ready for. Only Steve's reasons for taking Bucky away might not be so black and white--or red and green as it may be.

Christmas songs, snowball fights, ugly Christmas sweaters, confessions, and Bucky wrapped up in Christmas lights.

as long as you love me so (let it snow) (ao3) - Word_Addict gamora/peter G, 500

Summary: Just 500-ish words of stand-alone Starmora fluff!

baby, it's cold outside (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/sam G, 1k

Summary: Clint, Sam, Natasha and Bucky are staying in a cabin for a few days during the winter holidays. Unfortunately, Clint and Sam get trapped inside due to the blizzard outside. This wouldn't be a problem if Sam didn't have a crush on Clint.

Bucky's Christmas Miracle (ao3) - vanillafluffy bucky/maria G, 3k

Summary: In which Bucky finally remembers Steve and tells Maria Hill the story of how they first met.

christmas elves, carols, and other clichés (ao3) - D_melanogaster steve/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Steve and Bucky and Christmas through the years.

Or: The first time Steve and Bucky met, Bucky thought that Steve was a Christmas elf.

Frosty is Definitely a Snowman (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 1k

Summary: “Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaks, reaching down to yank the carrot out. He uses it as a pointer in a futile attempt to reprimand him. “There are…��� he looks around and sees that a group of middle schoolers already saw the whole thing. They’re giggling. “There are children here!”

“So?” Tony scoffs, still laughing. He grabs the carrot from Peter’s hand and sticks it back at the bottom of Frosty. Peter is mortified. “Frosty’s a boy snowman. People should know.”

or;

Peter just wants to make a snowman. Tony just wants to ruin it.

Ghosts of Christmas Memory (ao3) - scifigrl47 clint/phil, steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: There were three Christmases that Phil Coulson and Clint Barton spent together that altered their relationship. They were tied together by a song, a job, and Clint's ability to become injured in just about any situation.

Christmas is a time of giving, friendship and love.

home with my love (this christmas) (ao3) - kickflaw steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky opens his mouth in greeting after Steve hurriedly throws open his door, but gets one look at Steve and stops dead. His eyes travel from the Santa hat atop Steve's head, down over his illuminated Christmas sweater and further still, to his slippers, decorated with little reindeer antlers. Blinking, he reaches out to tap one of the fat red light bulbs decorating Steve's chest.

“Huh," he says.

I'll Be Home For Christmas (ao3) - MarleyMortis steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Sergeant Bucky Barnes goes home for Christmas leave.

It's The Great Big Christmas Tree, Mr. Stark! (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

Summary: Peter and Ned cut down a Christmas tree that's way too big. And they need Iron Man to take it.

Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful (ao3) - enigma731 gamora/peter G, 832

Summary: Peter teaches Groot how to have a snowball fight. He'll probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Sleigh Bells in the Snow (ao3) - rainblou G, 1k

Summary: Peter is clocking too many internship hours and Tony thinks he needs a break. Snowball shenanigans ensue.

The Battle of the Tree Topper (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

Summary: Tony can tell something is off. It takes him a moment of him spinning around on his heels and looking around like an idiot but he finally catches the unfamiliar shine out of the corner of his eye, right at the top of his tree.

“Um, what is that?”

“I don’t know what you’re-oh." Rhodey says. "Super Mario Star. Cute.”

or;

Peter keeps swapping out Tony's tree toppers. Tony's only a little mad about it.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (ao3) - the_irish_mayhem jane/thor E, 5k

Summary: Jane and Thor do Christmas. (Finally.)

Tis the season for holiday smut.

The Santa Clauses (ao3) - peterparkr G, 3k

Summary: Tony enlists Peter to convince Morgan that Santa is real

this christmas, I'll give you my heart (ao3) - buckyismybicycle sam/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Bucky and Sam draw each other's names for Secret Santa - neither of them know what to get and enlist the help of Nat and Joaquin. Cue a lot of misunderstandings.

Tis the Season (ao3) - NachoDiablo steve/sam, sharon/natasha T, 1k

Summary: Sam and Steve throw a holiday party. Natasha is suspicious.

Unwrapped (ao3) - nightwalker steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Tony and Steve each have a surprise for the other. Turns out they were thinking along similar lines.

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Now that's a Good Omen (I love you, I love you)

Why hello there~~

By golly, I really didn't deliver on the amount of Summer Bingo Prompt Fills I thought I was going to achieve, but here we are! With my Good Omens, Angel/Demon starker AU~

I'm quite proud of this one, truth be told (considering I was rushing to finish this before the deadline), so I hope it's to everyone else's enjoyment also! If you've been mentioned in this post it's because I added you to a taglist of people I'd like to check this story out! Of course, you are under no obligation to read my work if you don't want to, there will be no hard feelings~ <3

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SFSummerBingo2022 Prompt Fill ~ "Angel/Demon AU" @starkerfestivals

Rating: Explicit

“Hello, Angel.”

Beautiful, golden brown locks flounce as Peter turns his head, his hand halfway through the motion of throwing some feed into the water.

“Oh! Hello there, Anthony!” The bright, melodic ring of Peter’s voice reaches Tony’s ears. It should be annoying - especially after all these years. It isn’t. Tony smiles. “Do you still go by Anthony? I can never be quite sure.”

“You can call me Anthony if you want, Pete,” Tony approaches with his usual swagger, hips swinging from side-to-side. Walking normally is boring - sue him. “But I’ve recently taken a liking to ‘Tony’.”

Peter meets him halfway, a paper bag of duck food clutched in both hands - no doubt fattening the birds they’ve visited for hundreds of years. He’s sporting a very flattering cream sweater with a light brown collared shirt beneath it, tied together with matching cream trousers and smart brown shoes. Ever the picture of immaculate spotlessness. Tony himself is draped with his usual black blazer, t-shirt and skinny jeans - his shades a bold blood-red, just because. Colours are fun, especially when you see the world through them.

“‘Tony’,” Peter turns the name over in his mouth, trying it out, tasting it. Tony hopes it tastes nice - like whiskey and cigar smoke or something (the best flavours). “I like it. It suits you,” Peter starts walking slowly towards a park bench; their bench. “It’s got the same refinement as ‘Anthony’, but with a bit more snark - it’s rather suave, I think,” Peter hums as he sits down, his posture upright and perfect, hands politely clasped in his lap. “Yes… I like it very much.”

“Why thank you, Angel. It’s nice to know I’m still just as suave as I was during that St. James’s Court assembly way back when,” Tony muses, settling into his signature slouch on the cold wood as he recounts the memory, sitting perhaps a bit too close to his holy companion, but it’s been a while, okay? He’s excited to see an old friend, that’s all. That’s all there is to it.

“In 1812?” Peter recalls, turning to look at the demon’s sly grin. Peter, delightfully, smirks back. “I still haven’t forgiven you for that… Sneaking up on me in the middle of a social event… And you weren’t even in the proper attire for an evening ball! People were staring at you! You and your lack of any waistcoat or cravat-”

“And yet I received the most feminine attention out of all the mortal bachelors that evening,” Tony preens, interrupting the perturbed Angel. “Say what you will about ‘high class’ ladies, but they’ll drop any responsibilities or decorum at just a hint of scandal and excitement. Usually in the form of a roguish man. Or another tempting woman.” Tony murmurs, thinking back on his past flings and conquests; all the times he’s seen that unmistakable spark of lust in an innocent human’s eyes - be it towards him, or a fellow human. It’s always so much more deliciously profound when it’s towards a forbidden human too. Well, only forbidden by their earthly standards, but still, it’s one of many reasons why spreading the sin of lust is Tony’s absolute favourite pastime. Peter could use some of that , he thinks. N-Not from him of course, just, y’know, lust in general.

Peter’s lips purse a little at his words, as if he disapproves of them yet can’t help but be charmed by them at the same time. Tony’s been on the receiving end of those pursed lips for centuries now and he still hasn’t bored of seeing them. If only he could do more than just look at those plump-

“Well I don’t blame them if that is the case, the poor things - always forced to conform due to something so inconsequential as gender,” Oh, Peter. Ever the saviour of the masses. If the Angel was given creative control of the Earth, Tony has no doubt that it would be a very different, sunny, equality-ridden safe space. Very healthy. Pretty boring. “But, things are different now, thankfully. What today’s generation lacks in style it certainly makes up for in inclusion and progression.”

“Does it really?” Tony interjects, fighting back a teasing smirk.

“Oh, Anthony, stop being so pessimistic about it all,” Peter rebuts, as petulantly positive as ever.

“C’mon, you can’t honestly look at the world right now and tell me it’s so much more improved compared to what it was when we had the first-”

“Alright, I know it’s not perfect, but I just…” Peter stumbles over his next words, seemingly at a loss. Earth can do that to you; leave you scrambling for justification at its most inexplicable failings and shortcomings. Tony understands. “I… I know what these people are capable of when they are at their very best. Their most kind; their most empathetic. So I… I can’t help but hold out hope for them.” Peter’s expression turns serene, his eyes glazing over slightly as he stares down at the shimmering water of the lake. “Anyway… I know I’ve talked about this with you before a-and it doesn’t even really matter in the grand scheme of things what I think so-”

Tony leans forward. Something takes over him, be it Satan or God (hell forbid), and Tony can’t stop himself from pressing an infatuated kiss on Peter’s porcelain, perfectly smooth, oh-my-god-he’s-so-soft cheek. It’s only when Tony realises he’s actively inhaling the Angel’s perfect scent that he comes back to Earth (ha-ha) and pulls away as if burned.

They both freeze. 

Shit, shit, shit–

Centuries have gone by where Tony has managed to hold off the temptation (Yikes, how ironic is that?) and this boring, mundane, 21st Century meet-up by their favourite location is what pushes him over the edge? Really? 

If only his fellow demons could see him now… Heart thumping, face flushing and throat drying - all at the prospect of a petty kiss on the cheek. He’d be a laughing stock. The most pathetic demon to ever walk the grounds above Hell. A lovelorn idiot, falling for the biblical charms of the most innocent being he’s ever put up with. Fuck… I really do love him, huh…

A delicate hand reaches up slowly to ghost over the spot on Peter’s cheek that Tony can’t stop staring at. The Angel’s wide doe eyes flicker around Tony’s face, presumably searching for whatever emotion caused this unexpected occurrence. 

“Wh…” Peter breathes, seemingly at a loss for words. Tony doesn’t blame him. “What… What was that for?” Peter asks genuinely. Innocently. Holding back a delirious chuckle at such guileless sincerity, Tony scrambles for something to say, still avoiding those curious, ethereal eyes.

“I just…” Tony finally glances up, his shades halfway down his nose now, painting just half of the Angel in a rosy tint, while the other half is bathed in the white rays of the midday sun. The once rouge tinged hue of his skin now glowing with purity and goodness and undeniable beauty, as painful as the sun. Tony pushes the frames back over his eyes. “I just really missed you, Angel.” The sincerity of his comment must’ve surprised Peter, his pink lips parting slightly in a silent gasp. Tony holds his breath, waiting for an inevitable slap or rebuttal or perhaps something as simple as Peter walking away until the next Millenia, but neither of them are moving. 

Peter’s features slowly shift into an expression of unadulterated fondness, his eyes crinkling delightfully and his mouth smoothing into a gentle smile. Even Tony’s shades can’t disguise Peter’s unsullied brightness and, by proxy, Tony’s contaminated darkness can’t help but smirk in reply. So fucking beautiful.

“I really missed you too…” Tender fingers slip through the gaps between Tony’s, clasping the Demon’s hand in an achingly sincere grasp. “...Tony.” The air between them thickens as they continue to gaze at each other, hands tightening in an affectionate squeeze. They probably look sickening to any outside observer. Tony couldn’t care less.

In a flash, Peter rushes to connect their lips in a chaste peck, instantly drawing straight back before Tony has a chance to respond. Peter’s eyes widen in anticipation and barely concealed eagerness; a very good omen indeed . Tony can see he is being handed the reins, the power, to decide how this progresses. By now they’ve crossed the point of no return and there’s no need to be chaste about his feelings anymore - his desires. Peter is just too delicious to pass up.

Their lips crash in a much more passionate, violent, dangerous slide than before, with Tony pushing and pushing to get his tongue inside that forbidden mouth, prompting a delightful squeal from the scandalised Angel. Christ, he tastes better than anything I could’ve ever imagined… Tony’s much larger hands grasp the sides of Peter’s face with uncontrollable desperation, he has to grip every soft, supple part of this creature that he can reach, he has to kiss these untouched lips like a mortal starved, he has to appreciate - no, worship - every inch of Peter that has been neglected for millenia, he has to, he has to, he has to–

“Ah, Tony!” Peter gasps, disconnecting their mouths with a wet smack – not at all very far, mind you, as Tony is still clutching onto Peter’s flaming cheeks, so they’re basically still sharing air. “I… I–”

“Yeah?” Tony sighs, licking and mouthing at Peter’s lips; the fire inside him well and truly stoked. You’re never getting rid of me now, Angel .

“I-I think we should mmpf–” Tony captures Peter’s mouth and swallows the rest of his words, unable to help himself. The urgent press of their mouths is almost deliriously painful at this point, but judging by the exquisite breathy moan Peter lets out, he probably doesn’t care either. “W-We should… ngh, definitely stop this public display, Tony…” Oh that’s right, they’re still sitting on this damned bench next to those damned ducks in the middle of this godforsaken park. 

“I would say fuck ‘em and put on a proper show for them to gawk at–”

“Tony! That’s disgustingly vulgar!”

“-But I’d really love to properly defile you somewhere private… All to myself…” Tony presses another firm kiss on Peter’s gorgeous rosebud lips. This beauty deserves to have rapturous sex away from the greedy public – they don’t have the right to set eyes on such an ethereal creature – that pleasure cannot be wasted on baseless mortal idiots. Peter needs to be taken apart in a bed , naked and glorious, without fear, awkwardness or shame, aided by an experienced demon of lust to really explore all of his… possibilities. Enter: Tony. Whoever said he wasn’t a gentleman? “...So… Your place?”

“Oh, Tony,” Peter’s breath hitches as Tony starts planting kisses all over his cheeks, nose, jaw, neck– “I-I don’t think that’s, hah, such a good idea,”

“No?” Tony pulls back from sucking on Peter’s throat, a grin spreading across his face when the Angel instinctively follows after him, no doubt not wanting the sensation to end. Peter’s eyes flutter as his mouth parts - clearly he’s holding onto the very last threads of protest within himself. 

“N-No… I mean yeah, I mean–” Peter clears his throat delicately, his dilated eyes not leaving Tony’s. “We probably shouldn’t…”

“Well, if you say so, Angel,” Tony murmurs, a false air of ease and indifference about the situation, smirk still firmly plastered on his face.

“Y-Yeah, I… yeah.”

“Oh my G–! Uh! Oh my goodness, Tony!” Peter’s soft, plush bed probably feels heavenly to sleep, relax, whatever in, but Tony can attest that it doesn’t provide very good leverage for when one is trying to fuck the brains out of his friend/lover/enemy. Peter himself, however, is probably the most heavenly (haha) thing his cock has ever buried itself into, and for that, Tony can let the infuriating bed slide. He’ll just have to push Peter up against a much firmer surface right after this, and then another after that, and another after that–

“D-Don’t slow down, please, please, please! ” Peter whines, his hands shooting forwards to desperately clutch at any part of Tony he can reach. Tony leans forward and obliges.

“You want me to go faster do you? Harder? Rougher? ” Tony shoves forward in a particularly ruthless thrust in reply, his arms start to shake with the effort of holding himself up over Peter’s squirming form. Somehow they had ended up in missionary position. It almost seemed inevitable what with how they couldn’t stop kissing each other on the way up the stairs, while tearing each other’s clothes and flopping gracelessly onto the bed (although Peter is always graceful, so he probably looked amazing doing it. Tony couldn’t see, obviously. They were kissing. Remember?). They’re still kissing now, and Tony doesn’t think either of them could’ve torn away from the other to discuss an optimal position. It was all so naturally decided – so easy – and somehow it’s the most incredible sex of Tony’s prolonged, never-ending life.

“Oh, G– Oh, Tony, it’s– it’s too much, I-” Peter can barely string his words together with how much the slap of their bodies is knocking the breath from his lungs, causing delicate “ah”s to interrupt almost every word. 

“Oh, Angel… Unh, God, does it feel good?” Tony groans, his stomach flaming with impending heat, his thighs burning with exertion and euphoria. He can feel beads of sweat falling onto Peter’s already glistening stomach and can’t stop himself from leaning forward to nuzzle, open-mouthed, at the wetness. God, he’s so fucking delicious.

“I don’t– ngh, it feels, I-I feel…” a despairing keen pushes out of Peter’s throat as Tony buries himself and starts rotating his hips painfully slowly.

“Do you want me to stop?” Tony asks, with great, great effort. Let this be his only good deed for the rest of time — his one in a million exception before he doubles down on his usual mischief. If Peter isn’t comfortable, then giving in to his adorable, oblivious charms simply isn’t worth it. Shit, maybe I am going soft.

“No, no, no, no!” Peter flings his legs up and around Tony’s waist and pulls, somehow shoving Tony even deeper. “Don’t you dare stop!” Okay then, nope, he’s definitely not going soft, in fact, he is still hard (very, very much hard) and primed to burst at a moment’s notice. Jesus, Peter, you’re really gonna make me blow my load like a horned-up mortal teenager, huh?

“Don’t worry, Angel, I’m not gonna stop… Shit, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to stop now,” Peter sighs in delight at Tony’s words, his face scrunched in new, undiscovered ecstasy. And the Angel deserves every second of it. 

Tony doesn’t realise his eyes beginning to close or his mouth beginning to gape in unrestrained pleasure, his primary movements being relegated to: thrust, thrust, hold Peter as close as possible, repeat. He can guess that Peter is right there with him, just as lethargic and just as far gone judging by the never ending stream of “unnnhhh” leaving his mouth, made jerky and irregular with every pounding thrust into his body. Tony adores how unintelligible he’s caused his Angel to be, how carnal … Reducing such a holy, virginal creation to an obscene, amorous creature could grant Tony the most unheard of bragging rights in hell – he could be recognised as one of the very few demons in history to tempt and have his way with a forbidden being. But, strangely… the thought is completely reprehensible to him. 

Why on Earth would he let anyone else get their dirty hands on something so intimate? Peter isn’t a notch in his centuries-old bedpost. Now that he’s finally been invited to savour the Angel – to guide him through such uncharted pleasure – why would he ever distribute that with anyone else so undeserving? Hell, Tony is nowhere near deserving of everything Peter’s giving him; everything he has to handle with unwavering tenderness, so as to not let the Angel break like porcelain beneath his scarred hands. No one can get anywhere close to breaking Peter. He can’t let them.

A small gasp emits from beneath him, a separate sound to the passionate utterings of their intercourse, so Tony pries his eyes open to investigate. Peter isn’t looking at him, instead he is looking past him, above him and around him with a disbelieving expression of fondness. Tony blinks rapidly and realises the added weight behind his shoulders – something that must’ve appeared so gradually he didn’t notice – and just in the corner of his vision does he spot shining black feathers. My wings are out…

Slowly, but surely, Tony feels his cheeks bleed into an embarrassing shade of pink or red or whatever the hell colour blush is. What the fuck. This is too much, Peter surely knows just how far gone he is by now, and it’s probably fucking everything up. 

“Hah, uhhh sorry about that,” Tony breathes, still in disbelief that he lost so much control over himself to stop concealing his wings. “I-I’ll put them away,” He hasn’t done anything like that since he was first created, and even then it quickly became second nature to hide the large span of his wings unless absolutely necessary. What kind of pathetic demon have I become?

“No!” Peter exclaims loudly, surprising himself as well as Tony with his urgency. “N-No, don’t do that…” the Angel repeats, gentler this time. Delicately, Peter begins to lift himself up and off of his back, legs still wrapped around Tony; their bodies still connected at the crotch. Tony reaches to help pull him up and hold his back for security and balance. Tony feels… nervous. Exposed. He feels inexplicably… human. Waiting for a rejection or a confirmation that seems life changing in its importance, when really it’s just another occurrence in a universe full of events that couldn’t be more meaningless. But… it feels…

Peter’s eyes gaze at Tony’s, his hair ravaged and his face sweaty, still the most beautiful person Tony’s ever laid eyes on. Their heartbeats throb in ferocious tandem together, so uncertain, yet so undeniably full of… something. Something indescribably universal that even two weary spirits can feel it so deeply. 

An astonished sound punches out of Tony’s chest when he sees two magnificent wings emerge from Peter’s shoulders, stretching out to their full glory behind him, so incredibly grand and opulent; so exquisitely white. Tony reaches up and feels, and a shuddering moan escapes Peter as he rushes to touch Tony’s wings in reply, both of their hands tentative and full of wonder. Liquid heat lustfully rushes to every inch of Tony’s form, causing his hips to jerk and Peter to quiver at the sensation.

It doesn’t take long for them to start humping against each other urgently, still sitting upright, and still clutching onto each others’ wings. Huffs and pants and groans fill the air around them – too desperate to be restrained – and Tony is barely holding back from his climax, his entire lower body straining with the tension needed to thrust, stay upright and clutch onto Peter. It’s a monumental task he is willing to perform for Millenia if it means Peter gets to experience the crest, the peak , of his pleasure a hundred times before himself. God, he can’t wait for Peter to cum.  

Neither can Peter, it seems. The Angel’s grip on Tony’s wing and shoulder, respectively,  tightens and tightens until the Demon is certain there will be scratches on his flesh and loose feathers all over the bed – a thought that leaves Tony absolutely gleeful. 

“Woah, I–” Peter gasps in surprise at something and tips his head back before looking down at where their bodies are connected, squirming restlessly in Tony’s lap. “ Ah! Oh my– Tony, I feel, something’s–” Oh fuck yes, he’s getting close. Tony immediately speeds up his hips.

“ Yes, do you feel it, Angel? That heat inside of you?” Tony purrs, eyes glued to Peter’s helpless expression. He’s not missing one second of this.

“I do, I feel it– Oh my G– Tony it’s coming! It’s getting– Ah! ” Peter yelps as his whole body begins to shake delightfully, his back arching dramatically until his head hovers just above the mattress, an irresistibly erotic picture. Fuck, I love him so much. Wait. Shit.

… Love?

Tony whimpers and keeps thrusting forward, trying to ignore the echo of that word in his head, but looking down at Peter, at one of his hands smoothing across the miles of ivory skin laid out in front of him, the feeling of his other supporting hand – holding the skin right in between those silky, white feathers – he can’t help but repeat the thought. Again and again. Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you, I want to see you cum for me, I want to feel your pleasure squeeze me when you climax, I love you, I love how you feel, I want to cum inside you and never pull out, ever, I love you, I adore you, I need you–

“ Tony! ” Peter wails desperately, scrambling for purchase, pulling Tony on top of him as he lets himself go and falls back onto the sheets, his moans rising in pitch, volume and urgency. “I-I’m going to– I! I need– Ah, fuck, Anthony! ” Tony feels the exact moment when Peter cums, the tightness that immediately follows, accompanied by an lascivious scream. It’s heaven. 

His thrusts become violent, ardent and needy, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside Peter every single time so that the Angel’s elation can last that much longer. Tony’s stomach flames with a familiar intensity and he lunges forward to kiss Peter ferociously, needing to taste and feel every inch of him as the heat rises and rises and rises inside of him, before finally, exquisitely, coming to a crest. There is about half a second of stillness. And then . Liquid pleasure floods Tony’s entire body, shooting up from the tip of his toes to the highest point of his temple, intensive, extreme, it’s too much. It’s perfect .   

“Unhhhh, fuck ,” Tony groans, exhausted, sinking on top of Peter just carefully enough to not completely crush him or his wings. Tony’s black feathers stretch and flex before coming to curl around his and Peter’s quivering forms. The quiet is comfortable and natural, filled with only their tired breaths and the occasional smack of lips against skin whenever one of them feels like blindly kissing whatever they could reach. Tony has never felt so content.

“I love you too.”

Shit, never mind.

Tony’s eyes snap open at the whispered confession, his heart rate starting to pick up once more. For a moment he is confused… Unsure. ‘ I love you too?’. But then he remembers. ‘ Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you–’, Fuuuuuck.

Did he… Did he really say all of that out loud?

“Did I really say all of that out loud?” Tony quips, still not daring to move and have Peter see his face. There’s a rustle of fabric and Tony can just tell that Peter has turned to look at his face, turned to the side as it is.

“Did you not mean it?” Peters murmurs at length, his voice quieter and insecure. Dammnit, you’re messing it up, Tony. 

“No, no, no. I mean yes! I mean,” Tony huffs and shifts his position, coming to lay on his side facing Peter, rather than lay on top of him. Stop being a coward. “I… I did mean it – I do – I just… didn’t think I was saying it all out loud,” He chuckles, braving a glance at Peter’s face. The Angel looks amused.

“Well, you did,” Peter affirms, a playful grin beginning to spread. “And I enjoyed hearing it very much,” Peter purrs, seductively. Holy shit, Tony’s created a monster. And he couldn’t be more perfect.

Let’s just say that Tony continues to tell Peter he loves him for the rest of the night, again and again and again until his voice is hoarse (and thoroughly used) and Peter responds just as excitedly to every utterance of the phrase. They’re still saying it by the time morning arrives and Tony can hazard a guess that – after 13.7 billion years of waiting – neither of them are going to stop making the other scream it anytime soon.

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[mimisempai]

Irresistible attraction

Summary:

Steve comes back from a run and is surprised to see Tony in one of his hoodies. Tony didn't expect Steve's reaction, but isn't the least bit bothered by it.

Notes:

Once again sharing clothes, one of my favorite trope...

On AO3

Rating G - 608 words

"Tony, I'm back!"

Steve had just returned from a run and had taken longer than expected because their elderly neighbor had needed a hand. 

He was surprised when he didn't hear a response, but understood the reason as soon as he entered the living room.

Tony was sprawled out on the couch, his tablet leaning precariously toward the floor and he was sound asleep.

Steve stopped to admire the picture and wished he had his sketchbook with him.

Tony was breathtaking, he was sleeping so peacefully and abandoned, his face rarely so relaxed as it was at that moment. His long eyelashes were shading his cheeks and little puffs of air were coming out of his mouth intermittently. But what made him even more adorable in Steve's eyes was that he was wearing one of his hoodies.

The garment was three times too big for him, Tony's hands disappeared into the sleeves and the bottom of the hoodie fell almost to mid-thigh. Thighs that were bare in this case.

Steve slowly approached and knelt down in front of Tony, level with his head before leaning in to kiss his half-opened lips.

When Steve pulled back, he whispered, "Hello, handsome."

Tony opened his eyes and a smile blossomed on his lips as he recognized Steve.

He stretched, the hoodie sliding up his thighs and replied, "Handsome? Look who's talking. How long have I been asleep?"

"I just got here, it took me longer because of..."

Tony shook his head, "Don't tell me, the old neighbor and her cat. Where was he this time?"

Steve chuckled, "On the roof."

Tony rolled his eyes and stated, "You're too nice, but that's what I love about you." He raised his head to kiss Steve's nose before adding, "Among other things."

Steve looked him up and down, then tugging on the drawstring of the hoodie, he asked playfully, "Is that my hoodie?" 

Tony looked down at the garment, then looked at Steve in a challenging way, "Yes it is, do you have a problem with it?"

Steve leaned toward him without answering and pressed his lips to Tony's. Tony gasped and Steve took the opportunity to push his tongue between his lips. When their tongues touched, Tony stifled a moan. Steve grunted in response and the kiss became frantic and hungry as they explored each other's mouths. When they parted to catch their breath, Steve bit gently on Tony's lip before releasing it slowly, flicking his tongue over it to soothe the bite.

They pressed their bodies together as Tony's hands went under Steve's shirt, gripping his hips to keep him close.

Tony muttered as best he could between gasps, "Wow... I don't know what started this, sweetheart, but please, don't hold back."

"I can't help it." replied Steve, also panting, "but seeing you in my hoodie, it was just too much..."

Tony chuckled and spread a kissing path from Steve's chin to his ear before whispering, "If it's like this every time, I'll wear it again anytime."

"Hmmm." replied Steve, biting his lips, "I think right now more than seeing you with it, I want to see you without, honey."

« Then, what are we waiting for?"

Steve's smile turned to carnal as his hands slid under Tony's thighs and grabbed his butt to lift him up. Tony tied his arms around Steve's neck and with a warm laugh, he let himself be carried off to their bedroom.

After that day, it was not uncommon for the usually tidy Steve to leave one of his sweaters lying around, just as it was not uncommon for Tony to welcome him wearing one of them.

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Still not my native language

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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light. 

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned. 

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise. 

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed. 

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Part 2? Anybody?

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff and sad?

Summary: Lyric fic. I don’t spell check so, Merry Christmas

Last Christmas

It was officially Christmas time at the Avengers compound. Tony had decorated the outside in Christmas lights and the inside was a little overdone but perfect for the Avengers compound. There was Christmas music playing and the streets of the outside were covered in snow as white as white could be. Snowflakes made their way onto the Avengers building windows. Inside the compound, Steve was watching over Wanda and Vision from his seat, in his Christmas sweater, making sure they didn’t burn the dinner. Bucky was showing Peter where the batteries went in the new toy Tony gifted him. Tony and Pepper were chatting with Laura and Clint whilst their children played amongst each other. Thor and Bruce were chatting with a small glass of a low alcohol refresher. Everyone was chatting with each other and close friends. Natasha was in your her room getting herself ready for the Christmas dinner. She had a red dress that hugged her curves and complimented her beauty even more. She refused to admit to herself that she was worried to see you. You’d broken up a year ago, 3 days before Christmas. She said you weren’t good for her, that Bruce was better for her. It seemed like she hadn’t seen you for what felt like years. After you broke up and Bruce announced their relationship to your friends, you left and never returned for Christmas, only keeping in touch with your fellow Avengers. You took work on else where.She stood looking at herself in the mirror before looking at the pair of dazzling earrings you gave her. She knew Bruce too well for him to know they were from you, so with delicacy, she placed them in her ears and left her room to meet you in the compound.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

But the very next day, you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special

She walked into the common room and saw you standing there, enveloped by Peters hug. To her, you stood out. You stood out as the most stunning person in the room. Her memories, good and bad played again. The nasty fight you had the night she ended your relationship. She was brought away from her thoughts when your eyes caught hers. You looked in her eyes, smile slightly dying, before looking down and away. She did the same except when your back was turned she followed you. You were angry, more hurt than angry at seeing her again, no doubt Bruce would take the chance to rub it in your face. You were determined to not give into her, determine TI orive you had moved on, that you would protect your heart. But it proved itself to be difficult.

Once bitten and twice shy

I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye

Tell me, baby, do you recognize me?

Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

You were all sat at the table, you sat at the head of one end of the table, and Natasha at the opposite head end of the long wooden table. You had a glass of wine in your hand and chatted to Steve who was rambling on about his new bike seat Tony gave him. As Tony butted in you locked eyes with her green ones as she mirrored your movements. You just stared into each other’s eyes whilst the world and voices around you blurred away. There was no hatred, no anger, hurt, want and need was in both of your eyes. It was broken, as Peter pulled attention from her to tell you about his card MJ had put hearts on. You told yourself you weren’t going to lock eyes with her again, become intimate with her again, mean something to her. If it meant showing her you were scared to argue then so be it.

"Happy Christmas, " I wrapped it up and sent it

With a note saying, "I love you, " I meant it

Now I know what a fool I've been

But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again

After dinner you all sat back down in the cosy common room where the Christmas tree was lit and decorations were at a low peaceful light. It was time to exchange more gifts. Bucky was almost floating as to how happy he was with his bag of presents you got him. You saw Bruce kissing Natashas face but she pushed herself away by leaning away to grab a bag that had ‘Natasha, Happy Christmas x’ written on its tag. In it, was a bottle of her favourite perfume and a golden necklace that had a charm meaning a lot to her on it. In it was a small card that had three words written, ‘I love you’. She seemed in awe and when the boys asked what she was smiling about she refused to tell, but as she peaked her head up desperate to meet your eyes you ducked away, continuing to open yours from an unknown gifter. In your bag were your favourite items, yet on the tag said, ‘I love you’. She studied you, seeing you were happy. You both knew who the anonymous person was. And she knew how stupid she was to leave you for a man who couldn’t even make her coffee the way she liked it. She missed you and wanted you but was too scared you’d moved on by now.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

But the very next day, you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special

By the time the gift exchange had gone everyone was dozing off. Bruce had left his girlfriend and stormed off to his bed, not that she cared. She barely spoke to anyone, however you had heard her heavenly voice only speaking gently to the person next to her. Thor had lit the fire in the fireplace, Tony was teasing Pepper by following her around the kitchen with a mistletoe, Steve was reading his book Laura has got him, the children were asleep on the fur rug and the others were quietly chatting, ready to fall asleep in the comfort of the sofas and beanbags. Natasha was sat next to Bucky who quietly spoke to her about something irrelevant, she was too interested in catching your eyes. You hadn’t spoke to each other let alone trying to catch your eyes to have a moment, she knew you were avoiding her.

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes

I'm hiding from you, and your soul of ice

My God, I thought you were someone to rely on

Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

You were desperately trying to ignore her, to put her off, but you wanted her too much. You couldn’t help but think of the night she gunned you down and had you think if you were just a fling for a few years. She had you question yourself, she knew what she did was wrong but as much as you were hurt you forgave her. You and her both knew the chances of her and Bruce carrying on with their ‘relationship’ were extremely slim. Everybody in the common room had fallen asleep know. Steve was the only was still up apart from you and Natasha. All of a sudden there was a moment, your eyes met hers. Nothing but softness in the both of your eyes. She had a familiar look of loneliness and need in hers, yours the same. Perhaps distance was what you needed. She knew now that Bruce was a thought, nothing more. She was the first one to send a soft small smile your way and you sent the same back. You decided to brave it and stand up and she did the same, nervously brushing her dress free of any crinkles.

A face on a lover with a fire in her heart

You held out your hand, she thought she took it too eagerly but to you it was too slow. You led her out to the balcony a little away from the common room where it snowed down on the two of you. She had wrapped her arms around your neck and tucked herself into you and you hung your arms around her back and waist, sharing your warmth. It didn’t matter if there was mistletoe above you or not, the two of you shared a kiss, a kiss that spoke for all the things you needed to say.

Happy Christmas

[mostly-marvel-musings]

I want to request for your 1.500 Follower Milestone 😬

I'm absolutely on my knees for Tony in this scene, his hair, this robe, his belly and muscles, his neck, just... everthing is so hot! Sooo... I couldn't really decide the prompts, sorry for that, so I selected some from both lists

Fluffy Sentence Prompts: "Wait, don't pull away... Not yet" OR "You look really cute in that sweater"

Kissing Prompt: Missing the other OR Life or Death

The only thing that I know it's that I wanna Suck, so that's the Smutty word 😪

Maybe it's a bit complicated so it's okay if you don't do it! Thanks love and again... love your writing and you have a great imagination!

Don’t pull away

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Warnings: 18+ semi-smut.

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“Hon you came in here with an agenda, didn’t you? Fuck!”

“Just the one.”

Something about that look turned you on, you couldn’t pinpoint to a single factor, maybe it was the way he deliberately left the tied of the robe open for you to get a peek at those black boxers. Maybe it was the way his muscles contracted with every move he made. Stark knew what he was doing when he decided on wearing that.

Something about that look turned you on, you couldn’t pinpoint to a single factor, maybe it was the way he deliberately left the tied of the robe open for you to get a peek at those black boxers. Maybe it was the way his muscles contracted with every move he made. Stark knew what he was doing when he decided on wearing that.

Everything about it was inviting, and deliberately provoking.

Swirling your tongue around the salty tip languidly, you took your time stroking his erection, humming every so often to earn an appreciative grunt from the man.

Your own arousal was evident as you pressed your legs together, feeling the dampness gathered in your panties that would need some attention after you were done.

His thigh muscles twitched and tensed under your touch as you ravenously ministered his cock. Jerking his hips forward, Tony came with a carnal groan, spilling his seed in the back of your throat.

Once you milked him of every last drop, you kissed your way up his torso until his lips found yours in an ardent kiss. A distinct taste of strawberries that he was munching on earlier mingling as your mouths devoured one another.

“Wait..don’t pull away yet.” Tony whispered in between kisses as he felt you do so, his hands going around your back to hold you close, preventing you from escape. You could feel his erratic heart beating against your chest.

“I’m gonna shower.”

“Pfft, don’t I get an invite?”

A smirk and a wink later, you turned around and began traipsing towards the bathroom, taking your top off before throwing it in his direction, knowing he’d caught it and was running to catch up.

[donutloverxo]

Tainted

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Note - this is inspired by a hc @sweater-daddiesdumbdork once wrote me and gave me a frigging murder kink. Life ruiner😡😡

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - Steve saves you and plans on never letting you go again.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), kidnappings, being held hostage, murder, blood, non descriptive violence, captain kink, slight murder kink.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 6.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

One of the most amazing thing about living with you was that Steve never had to come home to an empty house. He was now responsible for you, he’d have to shoot you a text message, he had gotten pretty good at texting, thanks to your guidance, or call you, he definitely liked calling and hearing your voice better. He’ll always be old school.

You’d get that slight waver in your voice as you tried to pretend that you weren’t sad, he could see your cute little pout through the phone. And while he would never want to cause you any sort of pain, knowing that you’d be waiting for him, that you’re missing him when he’s away, made him feel wanted.

That even someone like him deserved love and happiness and a safe, boring life. That may be there was a reason he died only to wake up again in a strange new world.

That wasn’t to say you didn’t come with your own set of challenges. You were messy if anything, leaving clutter everywhere and putting off doing your dishes and laundry for days. Maybe not the most practical but definitely the cutest roommate in the world.

He’d learn to put up with it because it was worth it. Maybe, he could even learn to 'let loose' a little as people always recommended to him.

At first, he couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He had even impulsively bought a ring with your birthstone, he knew you were obsessed with them and astrology and maybe even dark magic. But then you surprised him with a date to an old diner and introduced him as your boyfriend to your friends.

He liked your friends quite a lot, he couldn’t really understand what they were talking about half the time. From what he could tell - by their fascination with his muscles and all the touching and squeezing to his biceps, them wanting to hear about his life before the ice - it seemed that they liked him too.

But hearing you call him that, your guy, your boyfriend, your beau, as your friend Stacey had put it, he decided that he wasn’t quite ready to let go of this blissful courting period. He was rushing things.

He needed to live in the moment and just enjoy being your boyfriend for now, he had all the time in the world to wife you up - preferably not to late though.

He was so unbelievably happy, ecstatic to see you, to surprise you, his mission ending a week early he got home as soon as he could. He thought of maybe taking you to Vermont for the weekend, he had never been but Nat told him it’d be a nice little getaway and that you’d love it.

His wide smile slowly fade away as he looked at the state of his door - the latch broken. Forced entry. Somebody broke his door in. He pushed the door wide open and made his way in.

He knew what was to come next but he willed that thought away. Maybe you kicked it in yourself, maybe you forgot your keys. He kept telling himself that because he was terrified of thinking the alternative.

He stepped in as soon as he was able to shake himself out of his haze. Looking at the state of his, and your, apartment. A broken vase, and the coffee table smashed in.

Crouching down to take a closer look he saw some blood on the ceramic. Whoever did this to your home, better hope that it’s wasn’t yours.

He got up, directing his simmering rage towards his new mission. He didn’t panic, not yet, he couldn’t give himself that kind of luxury. His mind coming up with ten different to find you and make the bastards who did this pay.

NOBody can hurt the people he loves, especially his girl, and get away with it.

***

Your eyes fluttered open before scrunching shut to adjust to the harsh fluorescent light. You blinked, looking around you while squinting.

Some sort of empty grey room... a window to the side but it was dark outside. You dress sticking to your skin as your whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

Three men in a corner, one for them shouting at the others in a foreign language.

You felt a yip of pain radiating in your arms and then realised they were tied up behind you - strapped to a creaky chair.

You tried to shake free of them, by wiggling your wrists but then winced at the burn it caused, capturing the attention of your kidnappers.

One of them smiled at you, walking towards you.

“Finally awake, are we?” he asked in an abnormally chirpy way. “You were out for quiet some time. Did you sleep well?”

He squatted before you, you could see his face, his cold grey eyes betraying the warm smile that graced his lips. Many white scars littered over his jaw...

And then you remembered.

How you rushed home when you felt someone was following you. Locking the door, you tried to call Steve but couldn’t get through to him.

And then your stalker broke into your home. You tried to smash his head in with a vase but couldn’t really do any real damage. Everything was hazy after that. Maybe he drugged you - you couldn’t recall.

You exhaled shakily when you realised he was watching you both from the corner. You could never forget his dark hoodie and hair. Or fresh cut on his forehead. You had never so much as hurt a fly or even slapped anyone. How you managed to smash his head in you’ll never know.

You looked at the man before you again when you heard him calling out your name, his smile haltered for a moment as he looked back to your stalker.

“I’m sorry about that, he’s a rookie. He’ll be reprimanded soon enough. This wasn’t exactly our plan but we’ve decided to improvise.”

You tried to speak but with your throat and mouth dry and your mind in shock the words wouldn’t come out.

“Oh, that’s alright, don’t struggle. We don’t want anything to do with you, you’re just a normal plain Jane going about your life, aren’t you?”

You could only give him a weak nod, still trying your best to shake yourself free of your bounds without him noticing.

“That’s right. You haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t deserve to have anything bad happen to you, do you?”

You nodded again. Your breath hitched when he got closer to you, in your face, his hands planted on your bare thighs with your skirt pooled just below your hips.

“But we don’t always get what we deserve. You’re close to the Captain, that’s right Michael’s told me all about how taken he is with you. I mean... I never would’ve imagined Captain America would pick someone like you but to each their own,” he cupped your cheek, the cracks in his palm harsh against your soft skin.

“What do you want?” you asked, not looking away from him.

“I want justice. For things to be in the right order. You’ll have to suffer for it, but know that it’s for a good cause.”

“You’re wrong,” you shook your head, “he’ll come for me.”

“We’re counting on that,” he snickered.

You’re not sure what came over you, all you knew was that you wanted his disgusting hands off of you, “He’ll come for me, and then you’ll regret ever touching me.”

“Uh, I don’t know about this,” you pulled on a thread from your skirt with your right hand, your other hand in Steve’s as he held onto your waist, pulling you into his side. “It’ll be inside me?” you shuddered.

“Yes, but,” Bruce scratched his head, he was adorable like that. You never would’ve imagined him to be the hulk, a 'rage monster’. “it’s not as bad as you think. You won’t even feel it. All shield agents and Avengers have one. Except Thor, because that wouldn’t be of any use. The radius is only on earths surface. You would’ve thought that would be enough,” he chuckled.

You pressed your lips in a thin line, looking at the chip, smaller than an acrylic nail, watching Bruce load it up.

“I know it’s not ideal, doll. But I’ll feel much better knowing I can find you, in case something goes wrong.” He kissed your temple, as you braced yourself.

“Will it hurt?” you gulped as Bruce lined the shooter or gun, by the looks of it, to your forearm.

“Just a little. You’ll barely feel it.” He gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Look at me, pup,” Steve gripped your chin, moving your head till you looked into his blue eyes, he pressed his lips to yours, massaging your tongue with his to distract you.

“Mm,” you winced and moaned into his mouth when you felt the piercing pain. It was like getting a flu shot but you had never having been a huge fan of needles either.

He released his hold on you as Bruce worked on cleaning your the blood seeping through your pierced skin. “You did good.” Steve said.

“Do I get a sucker?” You asked Bruce and he chuckled - as if you were joking, you do not joke about candy, “No I really want one.”

“Let’s keep this between us.” Steve told you both.

“Of course,” Bruce nodded, “I can keep tracker dormant till we need it but are you sure?”

“I’m not sure who I can trust.” But he knew he could trust his teammates.

You sniffled, keeping your tears at bay because really something so little shouldn’t make you cry, rubbing your hand over your wounded bicep as Bruce handed you some gummy bears.

“They’re Tony’s. He leaves snacks everywhere, it’s annoying.”

“Thank you.” You blinked up at him and offered some to Steve.

You never thought you’d need it. Until now, you were sure your friends or your mother would notice that you’ve been gone and Steve will find out and track you down. You knew he would. He had to.

He frowned, his nails digging into your cheekbones, pluckering your lips, “Where’s all that confidence coming from?” he quirked a curious brow up, “He’ll walk right in and pay for everything he’s done,” he snorted.

“You’re way underprepared to take someone like him on,” shut up, shut up, shut up, why the fuck are you egging him on? “He’s strong, he’s a survivor.” Even without the serum, he survived an abusive household, being bullied, being sick, and you knew how protective he could be. To the point where it was downright irritating.

“We’ve got all the time in the world to prepare, you should be worrying about yourself,” he spat.

You had always been bold, even in the most inappropriate of situations. Like when you lectured a boy for over an hour on respecting boundaries for throwing spitballs at you, in kindergarten. Steve even said that he fell for that ‘spunk' in you.

‘Well-behaved women rarely make history’ your mother had told you.

And really, you liked that about yourself as well. You liked that you found a man that would encourage that side of you instead of calling you ‘difficult’ or ‘bossy’.

However, you immediately regretted everything you had said. Not because it was untrue, but because your captor took out a sharp pocket knife, a dark glint in his eyes.

“We only need you alive,” he said as you gulped, “I suppose, it wouldn’t matter if you’re missing a finger or two.”

You frantically shook your head, choking on a sob. “No,” you pleaded, “you’ll... he will find me and you will - ”

“Go to prison at best. It’s a risk we’re all willing to take,” he put the blunt end of the knife against your cheek, “We have to do something to kill the time.”

You couldn’t breath, your heart hammering in your chest, what if he doesn’t come for you? You won’t be able to do anything about it. It wasn’t like you could protect yourself, at least in this situation, all you could do was wait for him.

You shut your eyes, and braced yourself for the pain. Except... it never came, you simply heard someone fall down, some sort of clattering sound.

Upon opening your eyes you saw one of his friends face down before your in the corner, the other guy, your lovely stalker, drawing out his gun, looking at the only window to your left. You swore you a saw a glimpse of a flying disk knocking your stalker out.

The man before you cursed under his breath, “Get. Up. Come on!” he ordered.

“Yeah, if I could do that I probably would’ve,” you snarked, still trying to get your aching wrists free.

You barely even registered - who could only be your Captain - sneaking up behind him, snapping his neck with his hands in a matter of seconds. He collapsed on the ground and you could finally see Steve.

His clenched jaw and cold eyes softened up on seeing you, you couldn’t help but let out a sob as you realised you were going to be free.

“You’re okay, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he soothed you, kissing your forehead before swiftly free your hands.

You stood up on wobbly legs, holding onto his arms for support, “Steve,” you breathed out, “you came for me.”

“Of course I did,” he sighed, gently pushing your face against his chest as he hugged you close to him. “As if I’d ever abandon you,” he smoothed a hand over your back and decided to not dwell on your comment. This wasn’t about him, you were in shock.

“I was so scared,” you sniffled, “he said, he - ” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you broke down in a fit of sobs and hiccups.

“You’re safe now,” he promised.

“You - did you kill him?” you pushed away from him to look up at his face so you could take him in.

You had never seen him in his uniform. Only ever seeing him on the news but he had his cowl on and a suit that was much more on brand for ‘Captain America’ than the darker one he had on now. It made him look bigger - if that was even possible. Bigger than the shield now strapped to his back.

His usually clean shaven face had the faintest shadow to it while his hair was slicked back. He looked beautiful, so soft and innocent, definitely not someone who’s capable of hurting anyone.

“He hurt you,” he replied, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your bruised wrists, “and so many others, he got what was coming to him.”

“You knew him?”

“Yes. He got away the last time we tried to catch him - but we don’t have to talk about that right now. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You shook your head, “No, I’m just thirsty and I really want to lay down,” you murmured, resting your head on the star in the middle of his chest.

He pressed a hand to his ear, letting his team know that he had found you. You vaguely saw agents clad in black gear storm the room.

“We did a sweep of the place. No one else is here,” Natasha said. “How you doing?” and then frowned when you didn’t respond.

“She’s tired. It’s okay, love,” he kissed your temple, snaking a hand under your knees and picking you up with ease.

You weakly nodded, wrapping your hands around his neck, glad to be babied by him because you didn’t have the strength to stand.

“They didn’t give you anything to eat?” Nat scoffed as you shook your head.

“How long have I been here?” you looked at Steve, struggling to stay awake.

“A day and a half. We’ll get you fixed up,” he swore, carrying you towards the quinget.

“Where are we?” you nuzzled your nose against the rough kevlar of his suit.

“Bermuda,” he said.

“Oo, I’ve always wanted to come here... just maybe not like this,” you chuckled but Steve didn’t find it all that amusing. You cupped his cheek in your palm, hoping to maybe calm him down a bit before falling asleep.

***

You vaguely heard a familiar voice calling out your name, you’d recognise it anywhere, it was one of your favorites, one you’d known your entire life.

“Mom?” you muttered, opening your eyes and looking around the room to look for her. You smiled when you saw her sitting on a chair just beside your bed, the faint, annoying beeping told you that you were probably in a hospital.

“Hey there, honey,” she smiled back at you, her eyes misty as she pressed her lips to your cheek. “Do you have any idea how much you scared me?”

“I’m sorry,” you tried to sit up as she fluffed your pillow up to support you. “I was... um... kidnapped.” Saying it out loud made it feel so ridiculous. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought.

“Yes, Steve filled us in on everything. So, Captain America, huh?” she raised her brows.

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. Doing a once over to your large, mostly white room to look for him. He wouldn’t just up and leave you, would he?

“How long has it been going on?” she asked.

“Um, three or four months?” you winced when you realised just how much trouble you were in.

“And, you live with him. Linda filled us in on everything. You’re quitting your job too now.”

“It’s - it’s not as bad as it sounds...”

“Never mind that, you need to rest. Then you won’t have to worry about all this. I’m taking you home with me. And you’re never coming back here again.”

“What? No! I still have over two years of school left.”

“You can do it online! You can find just as a good a job in Queens.”

“No! I’m not coming,” you whined.

“Well, you’re not living with a man you barely know either.”

You were interrupted by a knock on the door. A doctor entering, apologising for disturbing you and Steve right behind her. He still hadn’t changed out of his suit.

He stood at the end of your bed, squeezing your foot to let you know he was there for you as your mother glared daggers at him.

“Looks like you’re doing good. Blood sugars back to normal as well...” the doctor said, “You’re free to go home.”

“Really?” you smiled. So done with everything. Sleeping in your own bed sounded like heaven.

“Yes, let us know if you need anything.” She looked over your chart again and then left.

“Good then, you can come home now.”

“No! I’m going to my apartment in Manhattan, the one I share with Steve.” You rolled your eyes. Pleading Steve to back you up with your eyes.

He cleared his throat, “Um, ma'am, you can come stay with us, if you like.”

He held your mothers gaze, to let her know that he was serious and earnest.

He knew he wasn’t perfect by any means. He had a million flaws and cuts that ran deeper than anybody would ever know but he always thought, or maybe arrogantly assumed, that if nothing else he was someone ‘you take home to mama’ as Clint had once put it. He thought that your parents, like most, would like him. That he’d easily get their blessing to be with their daughter. He was known to be America’s golden boy after all.

But your mother had ripped him a new one as soon as she saw him. Accusing him of abusing his power to woo you. That you were here because of him. That he’s not worthy of you.

And all he could do was stand there and take it because everything she had said was the truth. He didn’t deserve you, you were captured and possibly traumatised because of him.

At the same time, he couldn’t just let you go. Not till he gets to the bottom of who had hurt you and makes sure that you’re safe from now on.

“No, thank you.” She scoffed, looking back at you and shaking her head. “What are you doing with your life?”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes but being with Steve definitely isn’t one,” you looked over to him, he looked just as tired as you, “I just want to go home. My home with Steve.”

“Fine, I’ve always let you make your own decisions.” she sighed, finally giving in.

“And I’ve never disappointed you.”

“That’s debatable,” she snorted, “I’ll come check on you tomorrow then. Maybe send me your address. You know? Something you should’ve done months ago.” She returned to glaring at Steve.

“I’ve only been living with him for a month!” you tried to defend yourself.

***

“I can take off my own clothes, Stevie,” you giggled, him kneeling before you to help you out of the sweets the med bay gave you. Your dress was dirty and ragged now. “I really liked that dress though. I don’t have many like it. You think we can get it back?”

“Maybe, I’ll see what I can do, doll,” he kissed your bare thigh before rolling your panties down your legs.

“You’re kinda dirty too,” you remarked, sniffing him. He didn’t smell bad, as if Steve would ever smell bad to you. Just a bit of gunpowder, like that of firecrackers, a bit pungent instead of his normal piney and woodsy scent.

“Thank you,” he deadpanned before cracking a smile, “I was just excited to see you. Or I would’ve showered before coming home and then I didn’t get a chance to.”

He worked on unbuttoning your shirt He insisted on you getting a button up instead of a t-shirt considering how sore your arms were from being toed up for so long. Tied up... like an animal.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, caressing his cheek, “come back to me.”

“Sorry, I’m just... I don’t know,” he shook his head. He couldn’t let you know the guilt and despair he felt, you’d end up comforting him instead of the other way around. “It’s just been a long day.”

“Yeah. Still can’t believe any of this was real.” Running your hands up and down his suit, the feel of the material almost soothing to touch. “You wanna shower with me?”

“Don’t know, doll. That showers pretty small.”

He did have a pretty generous salary but opted to live in a more modest apartment, he never took more than he needed anyway, with a small shower. Not too small, but definitely not big enough for you both.

“We’ll make do, come on. I’ll make you squeaky clean.”

He took over ten minutes to get rid of the suit. You watched intently as he removed more latches than you could count.

“Is it bulletproof?” you wanted to know.

“Yes. But probably not as good as a vest. I’ve never been shot so I wouldn’t know.” He answered, taking off his undershirt.

“It’s funny because I always thought y’all were naked under there,” you chuckled, and then your jaw dropped as he took off his briefs.

You had never seen his cock while it was soft before. He was always more than excited when you got to him. It was amazing how pretty he looked either way.

“You and so many other people,” he almost shuddered at the thought of having been asked the same question so many times.

After making sure the water was hot enough, you both stood under it.

You took some of the lavender wash you had bought from lush, squeezing it on your sponge. Steve, bless him, was amazing at so many things. Shopping - it seemed was not one of them. All he had in his bathroom was a bar of soap, one toothbrush and a vintage straight razor.

Which just won’t do for you, so you took it upon yourself to stock the whole place up with your favorite stuff. The lavender being Steve’s favorite, you remembered how flustered you got when he told you that you smelled good. And then tried to explain that you always smell good while turning redder than a tomato.

You did his front, asking him to bent his neck a bit so you could wash his hair because he was almost a foot taller than you. You were about to do his legs, you’d take any excuse to feel up his thick thighs but he told you he’d do the rest himself.

Taking the sponge from you, he ran it under some water, working on cleaning you thoroughly. Under your arms, your breasts, your stomach, between your legs and then your legs.

You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen - he knew that since the moment he had met you. But something about washing you up like that felt so intimate even though there was nothing erotic about it.

After washing you thoroughly he wrapped you up in a towel, “My cute lil' burrito,” he booped your nose.

You puffed your cheeks out, you weren’t sure if you liked that nickname. Observing just how gentle he was with you, helping you into a cotton nightie, as opposed to drying himself off hastily and carelessly before pulling some sweats and briefs on.

“Don’t wear a shirt,” you pleaded, he looked amazing shirtless, but that wasn’t the only reason, you really liked feeling his skin on hours, pressing kissing on his perfect, smooth, golden skin, ”pretty please.” Right now, he’d give you anything you wanted and you intended on milking that as much as you can.

“Alright, doll,” he replied, pulling you up in his arms again as if you were his bride, as you giggled so sweetly, “now, what would you like to eat? No take out, it has to be healthy. And remember my culinary skills are limited,” he said, carrying you to the living room and putting you on the couch as he started working in the kitchen.

“Stevie, I’m not hungry. Well, that’s not true, I’d like some ice cream,” fluttering your lashes at him, “Mint chocolate chip? I’m pretty sure we have some.”

“Of course, puppy,” you smiled, at the prospect of getting a sweet treat and the nickname, “as soon as you eat something.” He added and you huffed in annoyance.

He whipped up a sandwich for you, two for him because he was starving, some peach iced tea so you wouldn’t eat his ear off while complaining.

You only picked at your food, giving more than half of it to him. You truly didn’t feel like eating, instead craving some cuddles with him.

You tried striking up a conversation with him multiple times. Not because you didn’t like silence. You did when it came to him, you could go hours without talking and it would feel so serene and perfect. You never had to talk just for the sake of it when you were with him.

But you had come to read Steve pretty well. He seemed distant and closed off. The air around you both thick with tension. You tried to ease it while telling him about how brave you were while quitting and didn’t cry at all, how Tony dropped by and was apparently stalking you - which was a bad idea because it seemed to make him angry, clench his jaw tight, his brows furrowed as he placed your plates in the sink.

Unsure if you had done something wrong or were mean to Tony, who was technically his boss, you twiddled with your fingers, “Um... I - I’m sorry,” you stuttered, trying to hold back tears. Spending the night at your mom’s house sounded like the better choice now.

“Hm?” he looked back at you, he could do the dishes tomorrow, “what for?”

“I shouldn’t have been snarky with Tony. I know he’s your boss and all that but he’s kinda cocky... And I got really mad when I found out he did like a ‘background check' on me. I mean I get why he would but still. I can apologize to him.”

“No no,” he shook his head, kneeling before you, taking your hands in his, “you misunderstood, love. I’m not mad at you, I could never REALLY be mad at you. It’s Tony I’m angry with, he went behind my back, ambushed you at work.”

“To be fair, you did the same when you asked me out,” you snickered as a blush crept up his neck.

“Right.” He finally cracked a genuine smile placing feather light kisses on your knuckles and the to the bandages on your hands.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” you asked, running your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails.

“It’s probably better if we don’t talk about it,” he said, laying his head on your lap. Your slight scratching massaging his never-resting head.

“I think we should. My mom said I don’t know you. And to some extent, she is right. I don’t. Maybe I’m just imagining things but... sometimes it feels like you’re holding back.”

He gathered enough courage to look up at you, your almond shaped eyes looking down at his and he knew that he could talk to you about anything. He did. But there will always be that little voice that tells him that he shouldn’t. He would only trouble you.

“Don’t you pride yourself on being honest?” you caressed his scratchy cheek.

He snorted. He really was dense enough to think he was the perfect son-in-law package.

“I just, the way you looked at me, when I killed that man, I’m afraid that you’re scared of me now. That’s the last thing I want. It’s my worst nightmare really.” He leant into your touch.

“Steve, that wasn’t because I’m scare of you. It was because I’m fond of you. You were so strong and brave and you saved me. I liked being the damsel in distress more than I thought,” He chuckled at that, his doubts a bit relieved, “that’s... not all though.” You murmured.

“What is it?” he wanted to know.

“You, um, the fact that you would do that for me... it’s just. I never thought anyone would love me that much.”

“I only regret doing it in front of you. I’m sorry you had to see that or go through any of that.”

“I’m not a child, Steve,” you rolled your eyes.

“Of course not, but you’re you. You’re pure and an angel. I - I’m tainted - tainted by blood, tainted by war - ”

“Steve, that’s not true. You’re not, you’re the pure-est person I know. War and - that doesn’t define you.”

“You wouldn’t feel that way if you knew about all the things I have done, sweetheart.” The sweet nickname he had for you, which now he used in a patronising tone, “I let my best friend die. And I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“What’re you talking about?” you frowned. You heard about Bucky from him and your history textbooks but you don’t remember reading anything like that.

“It’s... something I’m not ready to get into.” He put his forehead on your knee. He knew you loved him but there was only so much baggage you would be willing to accept.

“Okay. You can take your time and tell me if and when you’re ready, baby.” You went back to idly playing with his, “But I need you to know that I love you. Nothing you could ever say will change that. To think that... for a second I thought that you wouldn’t come for me.”

He snapped his head back up, “What?”

“I thought, that you’d be busy with your mission. You wouldn’t even find out I was missing or... you just wouldn’t care enough to come yourself. I mean, I knew you would come, obviously. But you have other more important work...”

“No,” he shook his head, “How could you ever think anything's more important to me than you and your life?”

“Yeah, I was being stupid.”

“You can be a bit silly sometimes, doll.” He nuzzled your tummy, making you giggle. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I was so scared I’d never see you again,” he confessed against your nightgown.

“That’d be a bit hard to do. Keeping an eye on me like that. But if it means I get to spend more time with you then I’m down.”

You convinced Steve to let you have some ice cream. He only let you have half a scope, telling you that you’d have trouble sleeping otherwise.

“I’ve been sleeping for most of the last two days.” You tried to argue but it was hard to change his mind once he had it set on something.

You both brushed your teeth together and he stared at you as you went about your night-time skincare routine.

Cleanse, serum, moisturize, sleep mask.

All he did was wash his face and he still looked fucking perfect.

He stayed true to his word, sticking by your side to the point where you had to kick him outside to have some privacy to pee in peace. He was right there waiting for you when you opened the door.

Finally, you were in your cosy bed. Light’s off and cuddled tight with your boyfriend. Your stuffed unicorn and your Captain America plushie to your other side.

With your legs tangled together, you rubbed your feet up and down his legs. Which were unfortunately covered with his sweats.

“Steve,” you whined.

“Yes?”

“Take off these damn pants. They’re hurting my skin. So friggin' prickly.”

“Sorry, doll. I know how precious your skin is.” He sounded like he was mocking you but he followed, pushing his pants away.

“Good?” he asked holding you close to him again.

“Mm-hm,” you hummed against his naked chest. “Let’s sleep like this everyday, please.”

“Sure.” He replied. He liked being a ‘human furnace' for you.

He wasn’t going to fall asleep. Not after everything that happened. He hadn’t slept well in the past week but he was afraid that if he’d shut his eyes for a single moment and you’d be gone. This time, he wouldn’t be lucky enough to find you.

He hadn’t been to crunch or even prayed in a while. Losing his faith a long time ago after all the terrible things he had seen. But he had prayed when he came back found his home to be wreck. He prayed that you’d come back to him because there were some things he just could not control. Nobody could.

After a while he lowly whispered your name. “Are you awake?” he asked.

It was silly but he missed you. Even though you were laying right next to him in his arms - the safest place you could be.

“Yeah. I can’t sleep. Even though I’m so tired.” You yawned. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?” You snorted. “You’re not a good liar, Steven.”

“Can I ask you something? And you can say no if you want I won’t mind.”

“Sure, shoot.”

“Can I, um, have you? I just need to feel you, sweetheart. After everything – I need to know you’re really here.” he was cut off by your lips crashing on his.

You winced when your teeth clamped together but he soothed your upper lip by nipping at it with his tongue.

“Steve,” you panted as he broke awake, shifting under the sheets and pushing the helm of your gown up.

He placed quick open mouthed kisses all over your thighs, over your stretch marks, spreading your thighs further to accommodate his broad shoulders, he made sure to check in with you again.

All you did was push his head towards your heat, begging him to eat your pussy - as if he needed to be told twice.

Swirling and spreading your glistening juices of arousal around your weeping lips, he dove in for his prize. Drawing patterns on your bundle of nerves before sucking at it harshly, he plunged his tongue inside. Lacing his fingers with yours and pinning your hands down by your hips.

You kept desperately pushing your hips up, wanting more. Arching your back up and holding onto his hands tightly as he lightly grazed his teeth over your clit.

“Say my name, sweetheart,” he demanded against your heat, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

Your orgasm washing over you in waves, electrifying every nerve in your body as you clamped your legs around his head, holding onto him.

He kept lapping you up through it, taking everything you’d give him.

He loved worshipping you - spending as much time as he could between your legs - because you were his goddess but right now, he just needed to feel you.

He climbed up the bed, hovering over you, he pushed two thick fingers inside you mouth till the second knuckle.

“Get them nice and wet, doll.” He instructed.

You moaned around him, making loud suckling noises, “Yesh, Captain,” it came out muffled, what with your mouth full.

“Captain?” he smirked. You had only ever called him that as a joke, he never knew being called that in a salacious way could stroke a fire inside him. Making him them painfully hard in the confines of his tight briefs. He pulled his fingers out of you, pushing his hand down till it was between your legs. Nudging your entrance with them.

“Sorry, it slipped out.” You were too unabashed to feel guilty. 

He scoffed, “Say it again.” 

Pushing his fingers inside you. Pumping them at a fast pace before you even had a second to think. It was desperate and fast so unlike how it is usually between you both. He needed to be inside you but your needs would always come before his. 

“Captain,” you mewled, chewing on your lower lip and holding onto his face. You couldn’t see him clearly in the dark but you still need to look at him. “I told them my Captain would come for me. And you did...” he swallowed your screams with his mouth as you clenched around his fingers. 

“That’s right,” he groaned, sucking your slick off of his fingers, “I’ll always protect you. I’ll do anything for you.” 

Shaky fingers working on taking his cock out of the hard confines of his uncomfortable underwear. He didn’t waste a single second before sinking inside you, as deep as he could. He moaned into your neck, “So fucking tight, doll. Like you were made for me,” he bit your neck. 

Drawing his hips back he thrusted inside you, brushing against your g-spot, making you keen. 

He stopped immediately, propping himself up on his elbows he looked down at your hooded eyes. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You nodded, “Yes, it’s just so good,” as if to prove it you clenched around his length, to make him feel all of you just as he was doing to you. 

He groaned at that, his balls already tightening, aching for release, “What’s the safe word?” 

“Mm... buttercream.”

“That’s right, good girl,” he cooed as you whimpered at his praise as he withdrew his hips again, loving you in a slow soft way. 

Pushing your gown up till it was above your breasts - he didn’t really have the patience to properly take it off. He sucked a spot just above your breast, so you’d remember his love every time you looked at it. Your nipples pebbled and goose bumps painted your skin, with your cunt tight around him he knew you were close. 

Wrapping his mouth around one bud, He pulled and pinched at the other. He stopped his ministrations, he needed to look at you as you climaxed. To know that you needed him at least half as much as he needed you. 

Your face scrunched up as you met your bliss, your nails drawing blood from shoulders - not that he cared in the slightest. 

His hips retracting and thrusting as he lost all sense of rhythm and finesse chasing his end as you laid boneless beneath him. He kept fucking into you, filling you to the brim. 

He heaved above you, making sure not to collapse on top of you. Reluctantly he pulled himself out of you. 

Pulling you close to him, his lips pressed up against the crown of your head, he whispered sweet nothings to you. “My brave girl.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “You’re so strong, sweetheart.”

“Stronger than the hulk?”

“Yes, definitely,” he replied, tracing the bandages wrapped around your wrists. “Now try to get some sleep.”

“Oh, I’ll sleep alright. Thanks to you.” You giggled. 

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tags will be in the reblog.

this was my longest fic!i know it wasnt the best conclusion to something i drew outover 4 chapters but its the best i could do. sorry for weird format tumblrs mad i had too much fun lol. comments and reblogs are really appreciated!!

[shego89notabot]

Meet Cute

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Rating: Teen and up audience (for swearing)

Warnings: Swearing; mild violence; Darcy’s taser can be used more than once (because in my world Tony never died and he totally hooked a girl up)

"And why were WE asked to play chauffeur to this scientist?"

Bucky was grumpy. He was beginning to think he maybe should have just said no to Sam. But, no, here he was traveling in the middle of the night to retrieve some scientist.

"Apparently Doctor Lewis is a friend of Thor. Known her since his first arrival and all. Bruce asked if we could make sure she was safe. Special favor." Sam patiently responded. He was getting used to the two moods of the man next to him, grumpy and grumpier.

"Friend, huh?"

Sam shrugged, "Friend. There has been recent, credible chatter about her. The not so friendly kind. She's being moved to another, secret location but Bruce is concerned enough to think she might need a little extra, temporary, protection."

Bucky gazed out the window. To be honest, it's not like he had anything else going on and Sam was a good guy and usually decent company, if annoying at times. When Sam had shown up out of the blue and asked if he'd like to help it didn't take long for him to pack a bag and join him.

Bruce had asked for their help. He liked Bruce. The big, green doctor was calm and sensible and one of the few people he could tolerate for long periods of time. If Bruce felt strongly enough about the threat to this scientist then he'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

Soon they were pulling into the parking lot of a small building. A van was parked haphazardly by an entrance which in and of itself was not alarming. What was alarming was a man lying on the ground not far from the door.

"Shit." Bucky muttered under his breath. Sam stopped the vehicle and the both jumped out, hands going in jackets for weapons.

They both cautiously made their way towards the door. "I'll see if there's another entrance," whispered Sam.

Bucky nodded, face grim as he checked the pulse of the downed man and finding he was still alive, merely unconscious, he watched as Sam rounded the corner then quietly headed to the door and put his back to the wall next to it. Listening, he heard loud voices from deeper within the building. He didn't hear anything closer so he turned quickly into the doorway, gun up.

Inside was a hallway with doors opening to either side, several feet from the entrance. The door on the left was open and that was where the noise and light was coming from. He walked over to it then stepped just inside to find a man grappling with a woman, the woman in question loudly cursing the larger male.

"You asshole! Let me go," she bites his arm.

"Ow, you bitch!" He then proceeds to throw her against a metal file cabinet and she falls to the side, stumbling, before grabbing a chair that was nearby and hitting him in the side with it. He grunts before pulling out a gun and aiming it at her head. She freezes, eyes big, then snaps her left arm up, shoving his gun hand up while bringing her right hand up from her side and shooting him in the center of his chest with her taser.

Bucky watches in slight awe as the small, dark haired woman smirks with satisfaction at the other man as falls, shuddering and drooling to the ground. "Lady Sif taught me that one, asshole!" Then she notices Bucky. " Oh, fudge. 3? Hey, I'm armed! Back off! ". She points the now expended taser at him.

Bucky gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile then raises his left hand in surrender while putting his gun away. "Doctor Banner sent us. Are you Doctor Lewis?"

"Us?" Darcy looks confused for a moment before Sam pushes in through a second door at the other end of the room. Sam takes in the scene and, noticing the man still twitching in the ground, relaxed with a smile.

Darcy places her hand on her hip. "Wow, Dr. B sent in the big guns, huh? Well, you guys have any zip ties or anything? These two aren't going to restrain themselves."

"Two? " Bucky moved forward and peers down around the corner of a desk that had been blocking his view of a second unconscious man. His eyebrows shoot up and gets a good look at the woman in front of him. Long dark hair, blue eyes, full, generous lips and a pretty coke bottle figure under the turtleneck sweater and jeans she was wearing.

He watched as she tugged her crooked glasses back into place and bit her lip and gestures at the unconscious men and cocks her hip. "Yeah, these two. I mean, I used my taser on both of them so we have a little bit longer but it'd probably be best to get them restrained before they get themselves together."

Sam grabs a power cord off the table near him and proceeds to restrain the men while Bucky just stares back at the small doctor. Bucky steps forward, and extends his hand to Darcy, “James Barnes and this is Sam Wilson”. His breath catches as she gives a brilliant smile and shakes his hand. “Darcy Lewis. And it is a pleasure to meet you”.

Sam stands after tying up the goons and realizes she’s still holding Bucky’s hand and the two are just staring at each other. He clears his throat and smirks as the two startle a bit and blush - seriously, Bucky blushing?

“You might want to grab anything important so we can get out of here before their reinforcements arrive,” Sam says.

“Right!” Darcy smiles once more at Bucky then heads over to her computer.

Bucky watches her and quietly mutters to Sam, “Just how good a friend of Thor is she? Is she a friend or a friend friend?”

Sam shakes his head. “Why don’t you ask her? I’m going to walk outside and check on that guy in the parking lot”.

Sam leaves the room and Bucky shuffles his feet. She was just so pretty. But now was not the time to sit there and get goofy over a pretty face. She was just attacked and there might be more coming. His protective instincts kicked in and he strode over to her to see if he could either help or hurry her along.

“Um, can I help with anything?”

She flashes that dazzling smile at him again. “This is it. I learned years ago while I was working with Jane to keep all the important stuff close by.” She waved at the laptop in front of her then closes the laptop and puts it in a bag. “I’m all yours!”

Bucky grins at her statement and she blushes. “I mean I’m ready to go with you. Away from here. Ok. Um, this,” she lifts the bag, “is the important stuff. We can get the equipment later.”

Bucky is having a hard time reconciling this pretty, blushing woman with the badass that put down two men nearly twice her size but he’s loving it. He can’t get over how taken he is with her and wonders if when she’s safe would he, could he, ask her out.

He offers to hold her bag but she declines only to wince when she tries to put it on her shoulder. “Ow. Guess I’ll be bruised from that idiot. Can you help get this over my head?”. Bucky helps her get the strap over her head so the bag rests comfortably across her body and goes behind her and lifts the strap to free her hair from under it. “Comfy?” he asks and he’s dazzled again by her smile.

“You know, if this situation weren’t so serious I would totally ask you out for coffee or something.” She shrugs, “but I’m sure you have plenty things to keep up you busy-no time for that sort of thing, right?”

Bucky smiles, “I think I would like that. But maybe we can make it dinner and a picture, doll? Or some dancing?”. He offers Darcy his arm and she takes it.

“That sounds fantastic.”

“Um, I’m not gonna have some Norse God hunting me down for moving in on his girl, right?”

Darcy laughed. “No! He’s just a friend.”

“Well, then. It’s a date.”