#tony stark and ofc

[vbecker10]

Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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[issuedsideways]

today's the anniversary of the battle of new york so here's something i have wanted to draw for ages. it's still 2012 in my heart

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

most people

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “i can't believe you don't like hugs."

Summary: you come home to the tower to hear that your teammate tony has been awake for days. you take it upon yourself to get to complete some much-needed self-care.

Warnings: fluff.

Word Count: 1,741

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The door sounded with a quiet, welcoming ding as the elevator arrived on your floor, the lights of your suite already on and pleasantly dimmed to accommodate to the tenderness of your eyes this late at night. It was a little before three in the morning, and while your flight had had no major issues and the traffic between the airport and Avengers Tower had been blessedly in your favor, it was still agonizing to be getting home so late.

Home.

It still surprised you how quickly you’d come to think of this place as more than just a place to sleep, more than what had originally felt like a ridiculously over-sized hotel room. It had been only six months since Loki’s attack on New York, and while the renovations to the Tower were not yet finished, your suite had been one of the first floors to be completed. And now it somehow felt far more familiar to you than any of the countless beds you had claimed over the last twenty-seven years.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/L/N,” the cool, friendly voice of Tony’s personal assistant sounded from the invisible speakers above you. “I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, for a nine-hour flight in a broken seat,” you replied with a sigh, stretching out the lingering kink in your lower back. You set your suitcase down by the elevator doors. “And how many times do I have to tell you; it’s just Y/N.”

“I’m sure only once more,” he replied. “As always.”

You chuckled, a small, tired smile lingering on your lips. “Are the others here?”

“Only Mr. Stark is in residence at the moment,” the A.I. informed you as you made your way further into your suite. You toed off your shoes, shedding your jacket and tossing it onto the nearby sofa. “Shall I inform him of your arrival?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to wake him.”

There was a slight pause. “Mr. Stark is not asleep, Ms. Y/L/N.”

How an A.I. could have a variation in tone, you weren’t sure, but you stopped halfway to unbuttoning your jeans. “And how long exactly has Tony been awake?”

“…Almost eighty-three hours, ma’am.”

“I think I hate ‘ma’am’ even more than my last name.” you sighed, casting a glance towards the room to your left. The door was ajar, and you swore your bed was calling to you. “Where is he?”

“In the lab.”

“…Okay.”

***

A wall of sound greeted you as you stepped into the lab, and you flinched. It lowered immediately to a more bearable level, and you silently praised whatever part of JARVIS’ programming it was that could pick up on your discomfort like that.

“JARVIS,” Tony said without looking up from his work. “Don’t mess with my music.”

He was at the far end of the lab, moving between a couple of workbenches and the hologram of his latest designs with the disorganized, staccato rhythm you had begun to recognize as being a sign of sleep deprivation. There was a half-empty coffee pot on the bench closest to you, the scent of it gone stale. Tony’s clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and you frowned when you noticed the shadows under his eyes. They were made darker by the blue light of the hologram between the two of you.

“I think we can do better on these reflector panels, J.,” he continued as though he hadn’t noticed you enter. “If this suit is going to work for stealth, I’m going to need the change to be instantaneous.” He waved a hand, and parts of the suit projected in front of him dropped away. “Scrap ‘em. Take it from the top.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hello to you, too, Stark.” you said snidely despite your concern. “Or am I expected to call you ‘sir’ in here, too?”

“Only if you want me to get all tingly over it,” he retorted teasingly, finally pausing long enough to meet your eye. He gave you a genuine, if distracted and exhausted, smile.

“Most people just say ‘welcome home’.”

Tony returned to one of the benches, eyes fixating on a tablet screen. “Are you implying that I could possibly be ‘most people’?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, sidestepping an abandoned helmet prototype. There was an empty coffee mug sitting inside it. The crockery was stained with dark brown rings. You made you way around to his workbench, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of it beside him. “Tony, when was the last time you got some sleep?”

“You know the answer to that,” he said, pointedly avoiding your eye and focusing his gaze on the work in front of him. “Or did you come all the way down here just for a hug?”

“A hug? Hardly,” you said with a scoff.

Tony met your eye, raising a brow. There was a teasing tilt to his lips, a challenge in his expression. “I don’t accept that.”

“Accept what?”

“I can’t believe that you don’t like hugs.” he said, straightening. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands claiming your knees. You felt a warmth spread up from where he touched you to heat your belly, and you straightened slightly, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. “I refuse to accept it. I mean, for a woman completely capable of breaking every bone in my body with her bare hands, you’re downright cuddly.”

As he said the last words he reached up and touched the tip of his finger to your nose tauntingly, and you wrinkled it in response. He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him. Something about sleep deprivation always made him lighter, more teasing. While his usual jokes were witty and occasionally flirty, when you found him like this, he was… softer. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive dork?”

Tony’s grin widened, and he stepped back, holding up his hands as though you’d just proved his point. “See, anyone else would call me an asshole, but you – sweet, innocent thing that you are – go with ‘dork’.”

“Oh, Stark. Trust me,” you snickered, pushing yourself up off the edge of the table. It closed much of the distance between the two of you, your chest almost meeting his. You made a show of casting your eyes down over him before meeting his eye with a smirk. “If you actually knew me, the last word you’d be using to describe me is ‘innocent’.”

Intrigue flashed in his eyes, a curve to his parted lips sending an unexpected thrill up your spine. He made move to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips. His smile widened against your skin.

“I’m sure whatever you were about to say would have been rife with innuendo, Tony,” you said. “But honestly, you kind of stink. How long’s it been since you had a shower?”

***

“Y’know, I’m not really sure why I had to stick around for this.” you called out over the sound of rushing water, folding your arms over your chest. You were standing outside the penthouse bathroom, your back against the wall beside the door. Steam billowed out of the open doorway, clinging to your bare arms.

The water shut off, and Tony’s reply came a few moments later, his voice echoing off the tile. “And here I thought you were worried about my wellbeing, sweetheart.”

“You’re not exactly at risk of drowning in the shower, Tony,” you pointed out. You heard his answering chuckle and the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. There was a long silence, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of shaving cream being sprayed and a razor against skin. “And you survived it. So, can I go to bed now?”

“And miss out on this quality team-bonding time?” he called out. “Shudder to think.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile. “‘Team-bonding’? We’re missing a couple of key members here. Unless you’ve got Rogers stashed in your shower caddy.”

“Not exactly the member I’d pick for that,” he replied as he stepped through the doorway, wiping at his jaw with a towel. Another was slung securely around his hips. Rivulets of water marked his bare torso, droplets clinging to his chest. There was a teasing smirk on his lips, and you swallowed. “Now, Romanoff on the other hand—”

“I’m going to stop you there before this conversation devolves into casual misogyny,” you eye-rolled, holding up a hand.

“I’ll have you know I’m an equal opportunity lech.” Tony shot back, amused. “I just didn’t think Thor would fit in the caddy.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Right…” you said. He’d missed a tiny patch of shaving cream on the corner of his jaw, and you reached up to wipe it away with two fingers. Tony’s smile widened as you wiped it on his bare chest. You cleared your throat as you realized the intimacy of your actions. “Well, you’ve managed to navigate the perils of a penthouse bathroom, Iron Man. Congrats.”

“So, what’s your excuse now?”

Confusion creased the skin between your brows. “For what?”

Tony’s smirk twitched, and you recognized the challenge in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach fluttered. “For turning down a hug.”

You laughed, shaking your head disbelieving. “God, Stark, you are such a—”

Tony took hold of your arm, surprising you by pulling you toward him and bringing his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, teasing with the taste of spearmint. The clean scent of his body wash enveloped you, his fingers gentle but firm on your arm. The warmth of his body – still bolstered by the heat of the shower – leached into your skin, wrapping you in a ghost of an embrace that made you lean into him. The kiss lasted only a moment before he pulled back again, that expression of taunting flirtation still in place.

You pressed your lips together, your skin tingling. “What was that for?”

He shrugged a shoulder, tightening the towel around his waist. There was an annoying note of nonchalance in his expression, and self-assuredness that told you he knew exactly what kind of effect he’d just had on you. “Call it a thank you.”

“I—” you swallowed, forcing your breath to steady. “Most people just say ‘thank you’.”

He grinned, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Didn’t we agree that I’m not ‘most people’?”

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

[navybrat817]

April Reading List

Hey, lovelies! I haven't had much time to read and will add more as I can, but here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of April. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.

Love, thanks, and happy reading!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

What's Up, Buck? by @late-to-the-party-81

Hope is a Dangerous Thing For a Woman Like Me to Have by @buckets-and-trees

Bandaged with Love by @jobean12-blog

SALT by @buckets-and-trees

Triage by @writing-for-marvel

Hello, Neighbor by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Burning Desperation by @rookthorne

Take Some More by @slyyywriting

Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer

I Wanna Be Yours by @buckycuddlebuddy

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Pound the Alarm by @rookthorne

Other Sebastian Stan Characters

God the Bounty Hunter x Reader

Call Out to Me by @mickeyhenrys

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Dead End by @shadeysprings

Steve Rogers x Reader

Rewritten by @intrepidacious

Other Chris Evans Characters

Ari Levinson x Reader

Stoned Sex by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Bad Moon Alphas by @biteofcherry

After Hours by @flordeamatista

Curtis Everett x Reader

Within the Shadows by @shadeysprings

Jake Jensen x Reader

Husband Material by @thornsnvultures

Miscellaneous Characters

Blind Dates and Secrets by @alicewonderao3 (Dean Winchester x OFC)

Through the Eye by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (John Wick x Reader)

Trapped by @ironlady1993 (Tony Stark x Reader)

March ⚓ February ⚓ January

[purpleicedteas]

I think so many people in fandom come with a talent in hand: writing, drawing, computer coding, gif making, etc etc…and we fail to recognize that everyone has to start somewhere.

Today, I started somewhere.

When I was in elementary school, I was asked by one of my teachers what my hardest class was. I didn’t hesitate. “Art.”

I didn’t have a mean teacher or negative experiences - it was simply something I was bad at and never got.

With the help of a very lovely friend, I’ve begun an extraordinarily long journey into drawing digital fanart!

My first try looks like a five year old drawing with their non dominant hand, but you know what? I’ll take it.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 139 & 140

Welcome to Week 139 & 140

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Made for Me - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Fitness - (Ari x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Shortcake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

brooklyn baby - (Steve x OFC) - @marxeluni

A Real Prince Charming - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Secrets chapter 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bedazzled- Chp 11 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen

If I Could Touch You - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Biker Bucky & Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Nobody can take your place - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

At Home Drill - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Two kings (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A omega's taste - (Tony x Reader x Steve) - @ironlady1993

From Blue to Green - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Bedazzled Chp 12 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

His Inheritance - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Highways & Heatstrokes Part 1 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

Lightning in a Bottle - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

New Rules - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Secrets Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 31 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Day 1 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Saved - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Secret Sierra - Chp 3 - @lloydsbitch

Aurora - Part 3 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Best Friends Forever - Chp 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 6 - @spnexploration

Bedazzled - Chp 13 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Follow you home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Confessions - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Bedazzled - The Final Chapter! - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Marks - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In the middle of the night - (Stucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

The Dinner Guest - (Steve x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Two Kings (2) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

In His Hands - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Design - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Pursuit - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Make You Feel My Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

[lightwaslaughter]

okay so yknow how thanos only got the mind stone because stephen gave up the time stone? I wanna know why they wouldn't have won if stephen never gave the stone up, because without it, the mind stone would be left broken

maybe they would have won, but because tony died from stephens actions, stephen didnt see it as a win.

which, following my ironstrange logic, would mean that maybe there were multiple realities where they won, but tony died during infinity war in all of them. Stephen only saw one future where tony could live an extra five years with his loved ones, so he chose that one, even if it meant getting blipped

[marvelvillian23]

Does anyone know any Basement Wife fics. Multi chapter preferably but any fic will do.

[moonlayl]

Iman Vellani just said Kamala would’ve been team iron man in civil war, and that Tony was Kamala’s superhero dad in the comics. 💀

So…Kamala would’ve sided with the team that supported the creation of the Department of Damage Control…?

Weren’t the DODC after her because she was an unregistered enhanced individual?

She would’ve supported the accords that caused her to get hunted?

And I’m not even going to address that comic comment…

[noshitbarnes]

Anti-Hero Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

updated 02-21-2023

[goofily-moved]

a fella (new oc) who’s like. the son of a very rich/powerful guy? so he like has all this obligation to be the picture perfect son but he always disappoints his dad and has such an inferiority complex 😭 so he acts really uppity and confident despite hating what a “failure” he thinks he is because he’s always in his dad’s shadow?

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

favor

tony stark x f!reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“Hey,” you said lightly, a soft, surprised smile curving your lips as you looked up from your book. Tony was standing in the doorway, cast in shadow by the darkened hallway behind him. His hair was dishevelled and there were sadly-all-too-familiar shadows under his eyes, but he gave you a sweet, affectionate smile that always managed to warm you from the very middle of yourself. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.”

“Shouldn’t you have been in bed an hour ago?”

“Yeah… that isn’t exactly the ‘daddy’ vibe girls usually go for in their older boyfriends.”

Tony snickered, rolling his eyes. “You used to be so innocent.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t.” he agreed, amused. “I never stood a chance.”

You grinned back up at him, tucking a bookmark between the pages of the novel laying open in your lap. You set it on the coffee table beside you, sighing as you stretched out a kink in your lower back from sitting still for so long. “So, Mr. Stark… are you darkening my doorway at this late hour because you’ve decided you’re coming to bed?”

“Ooh, I love it when you get all formal and dramatic.” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do it more.”

You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Are you coming to bed or not, Tony?”

He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair ruefully. “I think I’m going to be working a little longer, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you frowned. He hadn’t come to bed at all the last two nights, and with you out of the tower all day, you weren’t sure if he’d left the lab much at all. “When was the last time you got some sleep?”

He shrugged a shoulder, and your frown deepened in concern. He recognized your expression and offered you a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, baby.”

“Do me a favor?”

“Always.”

Your lips twitched in a small smile at his readiness, and you shifted in your seat. You were sitting on one of the large, plush sofas bordering the coffee table, your back against the arm of it. You lifted one side of the blanket on your lap invitingly. “Take a break. Just an hour. Please.”

Tony looked as though he was going to deny you for a moment before he relented, his shoulders relaxing in defeat. “You don’t play fair.”

“No, I don’t.” you agreed, your smile widening as he approached you. Tony climbed onto the couch, and instead of sitting beside you, he stretched out on top of you, his legs tucked between yours and his arms banding around your waist. You chuckled lightly as he settled against your chest, feeling his own chest heave with a sigh. “You really didn’t take a lot of convincing, did you?”

Tony hummed appreciatively as you scratched your fingers softly through his hair and pulled the blanket back over the two of you. “Do I ever when it comes to you?”

“I love you too, Tone.” you murmured as you felt his breathing begin to slow.

tags: @ccbsrms@startrekkingaroundasgard@lina-mar@lovely-dreamer19@wittyforachange@wefracturedmotivation@january-echoes@glossyloner@capitalnineteen@youclickedthislink@s0ftness@castieltrash1@drakelover78@queenoftheunderdark@fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13@lol-you-thought@sebbystanlover-vk@mikariell95@csigeoblue@abrunettefangirlnerd@babyblues915@aar-journey@moistpotatobear @capsironunderoos @bellamyblakemorley@diesinspanishbcimhispanic@sentimentalalien@agustdowney@akumune@xxboesefrauxx@patheticallysentimental@loki-is-loved

[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 20

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

@yespolkadotkitty @just-the-hiddles @hopelessromanticspoonie @wine-and-whines @arch-venus25 @caffiend-queen @devilish–doll @enchantedbyhiddles @hiddlesholic @i-do-not-fangirl-i-fanwoman @kellatron55 @ladyoftheteaandblood @latent-thoughts @yespolkadotkitty@maryxglz @myoxisbroken @nuggsmum @nildespirandum @pedeka @redfoxwritesstuff @sinfully-lustful-darling @vodka-and-some-sass @wrathkitty @kingtwhiddleston @wolfsmom1 @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @bookworm-christina @amwolowicz @delightfulheartdream @frostbitten-written @what-a-flammable-heart @tom-hlover @nonsensicalobsessions @myraiswack @loki-yoursaviourishere @ghostypau @ms-cellanies @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @mareebird @colorfulfreakstudentpizza  @szycha22 @chokemedaddyloki @queenofallhobos @just-the-hiddles-reads  @alwida10  @justjoanne242 @chantsdemarins @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokiprompts @evieplease​

Loki had suffered many nightmares in his life. Just this past year, a relative blip in his long centuries, between the torture at the hands of The Other and the guilt at what he had unleashed on the innocent people of Midgard while under the influence of the Mind Stone, Loki had rarely experienced an untroubled night's rest. Not a single one of those nights filled him with as much dread as he was feeling now.

Here in this room was a woman who had put her entire life on the line for Loki. She trusted and believed in him in ways he had not known were possible. Not only had she saved his life, she was on the road to saving his soul as well. He loved her with a fierce passion that belied the brief time they had spent together. She was the most shining light he had ever witnessed.

That light was about to go dim.

When he first entered the room and saw her standing over his brother, gun that she normally would have trouble lifting held up with one hand while the other clutched the damned scepter, the whispering had started.

"Beloved," the voice slid into his mind. "I knew you would come. You could not stay away from me."

The whisper was seductive, and in different circumstances Loki would have been hard pressed to fight it. Now however he was too absorbed in trying to plead with Caroline. He knew the way the Mind Stone in the scepter worked. It preyed on fears and desires. And it seemed that what Caroline, his darling, precious mortal desired was justice for him. Where she could have longed for power or riches, she instead wanted only to protect and avenge Loki, to prover herself worthy, as if there would ever be doubt of that. It was that love for him that would destroy her.

"You can save her," the voice urged. "Just receive me back into your heart and mind and I will let her go. She will be free and we can be together again, complete our plans. I will make you a King and you will have her as your Queen."

"I am fine darling, truly. I don't need you to make him suffer on my behalf. Why don't you just give me the scepter."

How had that sentence come out of his mouth? He had not meant to say that.

"Um, no. That is a BAD idea!" Stark echoed his own statements.

"Shut up Stark!"

The last thing he needed was the distraction of the nattering human when he was trying to keep his focus on freeing Caroline.

"We're supposed to put the scepter in the case, remember?" Stark held out the box.

"No one is taking the scepter from me," Caroline clutched it along with the gun. "I mean to use it to -"

"To right the wrongs done to me?" Loki's heart broke a bit as he spoke. "My love, your human life is not long enough. And I do not need you avenge me. I just need you. Please, Min kjaereste, drop the scepter."

He saw her hesitate, and a small flicker of hope sparked against his better instincts. Maybe she was strong enough, inside where it counted, to resist the pull.

"If you have the scepter, you won't need me anymore. With it, I can be your equal."

"I will always need you, Caroline," Loki choked back a sob. And you are more than my equal, with or without the scepter."

His eyes met Caroline's, and he did his best to put all his heart into them, ignoring the whisper of the Stone and the chatter of Stark. Confusion flashed across her face. The scepter lowered an inch, along with the gun.

"What the hell are you all doing in my mother fucking office?"

"And more to the point, why has no one arrested the alien fugitive?"

"Pierce," Caroline hissed moving the gun from where she had it trained on Thor to target the secretary. "Just who I was hoping to see! Prepare to say goodbye."

"Who the hell are you?" Pierce demanded, unaware how close he was to death.

"I am your comeuppance," she answered. "Highest setting, I think."

It all happened so fast, but paradoxically time seemed to move in slow motion. The two men burst into the men just as Loki had begun to reach her. The whispering in his head stopped dead, and he knew what that meant. The stone was completely focused on Caroline. He saw her move the gun from where she had it pointed at Thor and instead took aim at Secretary Pierce. A man Loki hated and counted as an enemy.

The blast from the alien weapon would kill the man, there was no question. It would be one less foe for Loki to battle, one less person looking to put an end to his life. Loki did not enjoy violence the way many Asgardians did, but he would feel a decided satisfaction at the death of this vile human.

Caroline would feel no such thing. Not once the scepter was out of her hands. She would hate herself, tear herself inside out in grief and guilt. It would be Caroline who suffered nightmares, waking and in sleep.

Loki could not allow it.

There was no time to wrest the gun away. Already she was pulling the trigger. And so he did the only thing left to him.

Loki threw himself to one side, in front of Pierce, taking all of the energy from the pulse into himself.

The pain was overwhelming, knifing through his body like a series of razors. Every cell was shocked with energy. His mind, unable to process the level of anguish shut down.

"Caro," he whispered, her name like a prayer as he fell to the floor.

***

Tony Stark had seen a lot of chaos. Hell, he had caused more than his fair share. But it seemed that even he could be shocked at how quickly things could turn sideways. Maybe that was why he was the one to keep his head on straight when it all began going to shit. It was where he lived.

If you had asked him a week ago, he would have said no way would smart as a whip, head on straight, sensible Caroline ever fall for the murderous psychopath who had come close to wiping out New York. Turned out he would have been wrong. When push came to shove, people made stupid choices in love, and thank god they did, or Tony would be destined to be alone.

Over the past two days he had observed Loki and Caroline, and if ever he had seen two people as nauseatingly in love, it was them. He had also been shocked to learn that Loki, when not affected by the space rock, was actually not a bad guy to kick back with. Not that he would ever admit it, but the space viking with the bad devil cosplay fetish had a wicked sense of humor and good taste in liquor. And in women. He was coming close to being okay in Tony's books.

And so, he was less surprised by the others at what happened in Fury's office. Tony had made his own sacrifice play to save the people he cared about not that long ago. When Caroline aimed the gun at Pierce and pulled the trigger, Loki lunged to his left, taking the full force of the energy pulse on himself. Then came the chaos.

Caroline screamed as if she had been the one shot with a deadly weapon, Loki's name echoing through that room at a pitch that might have shattered glass. The scepter, that gaudy alien baton they had all been fighting over, fell from her hand along with the gun, forgotten in her rush to reach the side of her lover. Thor was there just as quickly, also shouting his brother's name as if hoping that alone could wake him up. Man, seeing the two of them made Tony glad he was an only child.

That left Fury and Peirce standing in shock as Loki, his brother, and his girl all hit the floor. It was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"Enhance Ozzy protocol one to eleven," he said.

The music had been steadily pumping into his helmet since they opened the door to the lab, but now "Into the Void" screamed in his ears. It was hard to pay attention to whispers when Sabbath was blasting straight into your head. Protected by the genius that was metal, Tony ran forward and grabbed the doom stick, reaching it seconds before Pierce's hand.

"Stark, hand that over. That's an order," Pierce commanded.

Bad call. Tony had never been one for taking orders. They always made him want to do the exact opposite on sheer principle.

"Sorry, Secretary," he snarked, dropping it into the case he had made to snuff out its power, "no world domination for you today. Thanks for playing though. You've been a great contestant."

The case snapped with a satisfying click and Tony stepped back out of range, free hand raised to fend off any attack. Not that he expected one. Pierce had been around too long to make a move sure to lose.

The scepter taken care of for the moment, Tony redirected his attention over to the scene playing out on the floor. Loki was lying in a heap on the floor, Caroline and Thor hovering over him. Worse, Caroline looked like herself now, not a hopeful sign considering it was Loki's magic that had been altering her appearance.

"How is he?" he asked, unable to bring himself to ask the real question, whether Loki lived or died.

"He's breathing," Thor looked up, tears running down his face, "but his pulse is weak."

"Would someone tell me what the hell is happening here?" Fury bellowed at the room at large.

"Loki, wake up! Please wake up! I'm so sorry. Oh God, what did I do? Please wake up!"

Caroline's voice answered Fury with a string of pleas. Her eyes were wild, staring sightlessly at the man on the ground whose had she clutched helplessly.

"Stark. Details. Now."

"We were wrong about the invasion," he told Fury, switching off the music with a sigh. "It wasn't Loki leading the attack, it was the scepter. Or the people behind the scepter. It's a whole mind control thing. Turns out there's another big bad out there meaner and scarier than Loki and his space bugs. He was pulling the strings by way of the scepter."

"That's a pretty flimsy excuse, Stark," Pierce growled, still eyeing the case containing the weapon.

"Not an excuse, a fact. Director, tell me you didn't hear it just now. The whispering in your ear, telling you to grab the spear? That was the Mind Stone."

"I didn't hear anything," Pierce insisted.

"Yeah, that might say more about your mind than the stone."

"It did seem to be... whispering," Fury allowed.

"You are not seriously listening to these lies."

"This still doesn't explain why you are all here. And why Dr. Thorpe had on a different face," Fury ignored the Secretary.

"This new threat, it's coming for the stone in the scepter, wherever it is. We just figured it might be better if that wherever was not Earth."

"And you never thought to clue me in?" Fury demanded. "Or let me know that you were bringing a dangerous fugitive into our base?"

"Oh, like you and I haven't been dangerous fugitives ourselves in the past."

"Loki needs help," Thor interrupted, standing with his brother's body cradled limply in his arms. "I need to get him back to Asgard where our healers can tend to him."

"He is not going anywhere accept to the Raft!" Pierce insisted, not that anyone was listening.

"I thought Big Daddy didn't want anything to do with him," Stark reminded him.

"Loki is his son. He will want to help," Thor's faith in his father was touching. Tony just hoped it wasn't misplaced.

"I will not allow it," Pierce said.

"I do not ask for your consent. Friend Stark, will you look after Doctor Caroline? If fear she, too, might be in need of medical care."

Tony looked over to see Caroline sitting on the floor, head buried in her hands, sobs wracking her small body. Wordlessly he nodded to Thor.

"Very well. I will take the Scepter," Tony handed the case over to Thor with relief. His mind was his real source of power, and he had not liked being in such close proximity to a power that0 dulled it.

"Thor, I can not allow you to leave," Fury said, sounding more resigned than insistant.

"You are more than welcome to try and stop me. Now, I suggest you step aside unless you want me to have Heimdal send the Bifrost straight through the roof of this building."

It would have been funny under different circumstances to see how quickly Fury let him pass. Being a God did have its privileges, it seemed. As it was, Tony knelt next to Caroline and clumsily draped one arm over her shoulders.

"Hey, Doc. It's okay. Thor's going to fix Loki right up, and before you know it, he will be back to his old obnoxious self."

"I killed him," she whispered. "I loved him, and I killed him. Why?"

"He's not dead yet."

"Take the Doctor to the brig," Pierce insisted.

"What?" Tony looked at him in shocked disgust.

"She tried to assassinate me."

"Not hard enough."

"Stark!" Fury snapped.

"I'm taking her to the sick bay for a sedative, and then to somewhere she can rest. And as Thor said, you are welcome to try and stop me."

He might not be a God, but he did have a shiny metal suit and billions of dollars invested in Government projects. In the end they let him go.

"He'll be okay, Doc," he tried to reassure her. "He's too annoying to die."

He only hoped he was right.

So a bit of a departure here, giving the second half of the chapter to Stark. I tried to write it from Caroline's POV at first, but she was too overcome to really narrate properly. Her POV will be back next chapter. I've never written for Tony directly before, and hope it came out okay.

(ps - apparently Tony watches Stranger Things!)

Love you all!

[raith-way]

multiverse scenes that (most likely) won’t be in the original fic

archaic kings

“Anyone seen Jo?” Darcy asked as she walked into the den. So far, only three people had made it to their designated meeting spot before leaving for the night’s festivities. She looked over at the closest person to her, Tony, who just shrugged. Tony was reclined back in a chair, practically laying down in the thing, and the closest he came to wearing a costume was putting on a tee shirt that read: left my cape at home. Dig at Strange? Most likely.

“She’s still getting ready,” Bruce answered. In a chair across from Tony, Bruce was sitting in the same relaxed manner as Tony and was showing more skin than she’d seen outside of training or a mission. Doreen wasn’t kidding when she said she gave Bruce a relaxed costume, but did an unbuttoned shirt and jeans count as a costume?

“As her favorite superhero, allegedly,” Tony added. He sounded bored, but his eyes were alert on the opening to the den where Darcy was still standing. Darcy wasn’t focused on Tony now though. Her attention had been pulled to Steve, another lazy costumer just wearing a Superman shirt with his usual jeans. He had shifted though, something unlike him, and was resolutely not looking towards the den doorway. He hadn’t even looked her way, and Steve always looked at people when they entered a room.

“Who is Jo’s favorite superhero?” Darcy didn’t ask the question aloud, but she was curious. As the girlfriend of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, had she picked one of them? Jo could definitely rock an iron suit, but Darcy would pay to see her covered head to toe in green paint.

“Avengers!” The loud yell came from behind Darcy, loud enough and sudden enough to make her jump and spin away, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. She even backed up a few steps to let the captain walk into the den properly.

“Steve is your favorite superhero?” Darcy got out around a startled laugh.

“Aw, c’mon! Cap is the best!” Jo declared and raised her borrowed shield, but her fierce captain look only lasted for a moment before she started grinning. “Steve, stop blushin’ or I’m keepin’ the shield!”

“So, you two, what’s the verdict?” Darcy asked as she looked between Tony and Bruce. Neither looked upset at not being their lover’s favorite. It actually looked like Tony couldn’t stop checking out the new America’s ass.

“Lovely!” Bruce declared for both of them. Darcy smiled and tried not to laugh at the way the two scientists watched Jo with open affection as she tried to get Steve to spar with her in the den, and she collapsed onto the arm of the chair that Tony was in.

“Happy Halloween,” Darcy whispered to Tony.

“Happy holidays, kid,” Tony said without looking away from Jo. Bruce looked at Tony with the same open affection he’d had aimed at Jo, and Darcy relaxed more against the chair. Hopeless, the three of them.

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 109

Welcome to Week 109

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​ & header by me

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Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 16 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

That Sass - (Andy x Reader) - @hollybee8917

All the King's Men - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @nastybuckybarnes​

Calcifer? (Johnny x Reader) - @fluffycutecevans​

Sinful Sunday - (Ari x Reader) - @ozarkthedog​

Putting On A Show - (Brunnhilde (Val x Reader) - @imanuglywombat​

Kiss Interrupted - (Wanda x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker​

You can take it - (Bucky x Reader) - @thenhewaswrongaboutme​

Test Drive - (Bucky x Reader) - @cherrypickertheory​

Hey handsome - (Steve x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes​

Baby, Aren't You Hungry? - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​

All's Fair in Love and Cheer - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Portrait of a God - (Loki x Reader) - @gigglingtigger

Time of the Damned - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan​

Through the Mirrorverse 3 - @ironlady1993​

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself - (Steve x Reader) - @christywantspizza​

Training Partners - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

How Much I Feel - (Ari x Reader) - @jtargaryen18​

Capital of needs - (Ransom x Reader) - @royalsweetteaa​

Been breaking for a lifetime for you - (Steve x Reader) - @madscape

Is Love - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Delicate Edges - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 5 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

The Auction - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Riding On - Chp 27 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

The Customer is Always Right - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Miss Velvet - Chp 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Dark Drabbles Series 2 - @ironlady1993

Biker Ari vs The Brat - @angrythingstarlight

New Rules - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Sibling Rivalry (Chapter 28) - (Steve x Reader) - @imdarkinme

Sunrise - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

The Agony of Desire - Part 3 - (Billy x Reader) - @becauseicantthinkwritings

Slaughter - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Aahp (1) - A cold December night - (Nick x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Stranger In My House - (Bradley x Reader) - @writercole

Be their roommate - (Steve x Reader) - @1000night

Heaven (won’t) Help You - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @musingsinmoonlight