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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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Kinktober day 12

James “Bucky” Barnes + Drool/Spit

This is winter soldier Bucky, so imagine he’s wearing that half face mask he wears in the movie. Hes wearing a mouth guard under it, google says that’s what it’s called. Im also taking canon, and throwing it in the toilet for this.

No outright smut in this, cuz it felt a lil weird to add it, as Bucky kinda sees the reader as a very nice and comforting handler. Readers an Avenger 🗣️

2024 kinktober masterlist

Maybe dressing up as a hydra agent wasn’t your… best idea. But hindsight was twenty-twenty. Steves friend was locked up in a hydra facility near where you had just been for a mission, and you knew he was planning a whole thing to get him out. You also knew that it would be a shitshow if it went his way, did he really think it would work just not telling people? It was a good thing Steve was hot, because sometimes his head was full of dirt.

You hadn’t honestly thought it would work, alright? You just assumed you could sneak in, maybe get some info from their tech, see where they kept the winter solider, and get out of there. The documents had said he would be frozen down, so of course you almost shit yourself when he was wide awake and staring at, the same way a starving dog looks at a steak.

So maybe you tucked him under your arm and just ran outta there. Okay, it wasn’t that comedic. You just used your best “hydra bastard” accent and lingo, and somehow got the winder solider, Bucky? Was that what Steve called him? To follow you out. He seemed almost willing, which didn’t make a lot of sense, since well. You were dressed up as a hydra agent.

You just hadn’t counted for the fact that he would see you as his new handler. This was what you were thinking about as you were sitting on the couch in one of your safe houses. One you had bought, not shield or Stark. You loved Tony, you did, there was just something nice about an apartment that wasn’t bugged from hell and back.

Looking down at the winder soldier- you should start calling him Bucky. At Bucky kneeling by your feet. The moment you got home you changed into something more comfortable, just some sweats and an old t-shirt you stole from an ex who’d been a huge baseball nerd.

“so, uh… Buck..y? what do you wanna like, do” you awkwardly said, scratching at the stubble on your chin from the uneasy tension you felt in the air. Feeling you nuzzle against your knee almost made you jump right out the seat. The yell was choked down before it became a reality as you looked down, frows furrowed in confusion as he just seemed to… nuzzle you.

Hesitantly you reached a hand down, approaching him with the caution one would a feral dog on the street. His pale eyes were kinda creepy, with all that eyeblack smudged around them like that, and how they just laser focused on every little movement you did. Bucky’s hair was oily and uncomfortable as you ran a hand through it. Couldn’t really blame the guy though, could you. you couldn’t imagine hydra was the nicest people to work under.

Bucky seemed to arch into the touch when he realized you weren’t trying to hit him, a choked raspy noise leaving him as his eyes almost rolled all the way back. Hadn’t Steve said hydra had this guy for, like, 70 years? Then you guessed it wasn’t weird for him to ache for any kind of human touch. Youd seen Tony after he was brought back from the cave he was kept in. hed been so touchy but also flinched away from everything. And that was just 3 months, you couldn’t imagine what this guy had been through.

You hadn’t thought about how you were rubbing Buckys head as you mulled over your thoughts, your second hand reaching down to rub his ear and rub a thumb across his cheek, right above that mask of his. You also hadn’t noticed the way his eyes seemed to droop, pupils blowing wide as he leant all his weight against your leg, or how something wet was seeping into your sweats.

It took a while for you to finally come back to yourself, having gone on some long tangent in your head about trauma and how to deal with this guy before you could bring him back to the tower. Looking down you had wanted to apologize, only to see how Bucky looked like he was in heaven, slumped against your knee and eyes barely open a crack as he melted under your hands. The big spot of drool on your leg made you realize how long you had been sitting like this.

“Fuck, uh. Sorry dude, didn’t mean to space out like that” you chuckled a bit dryly, finally pulling your hands back, your heart giving a lurch as he let out a raspy noise. There wasn’t much voice behind it, but it felt like one of those scarred fighting dogs trying to whine. It was… kinda cute in its own way, even if it came from the winter solider of all people.

“That things probably real uncomfortable, huh?” you mumble, eyes landing on that mask of his. With little though behind it, you reach down and carefully search for the release mechanism. It took longer than intended, with Bucky trying to nuzzle into your hands whenever they came close. God this guy was touch starved, hopefully the team would know what to do.

A soft amused huff passed through your lips as you finally got the mask of him, strings of drool hanging from his parted lips against the inside of the material. “Drooly boy, aren’t you” you joked, only for Bucky to let out the faintest of whimpers as he tried to nuzzle against you again.

As he panted with parted lips, you could spot what looked like some kind of cover on his teeth. Had hydra tried to silence him in another way? Was that why he didn’t talk, or was it all trauma? You hadn’t thought about your actions much before you found yourself carefully pulling on his jaw, Bucky leaning his head along as he simply let you do as you pleased.

Bucky let out a louder pleased noise as your fingers slid into his mouth, his tongue rubbing insistently against your fingers as if he was exploring. With a shaky exhale you carefully moved your fingers around, trying to grab onto what was covering his upper teeth. The entire time Bucky seemed more interesting in licking at and sucking your fingers. The movements were too messy to be hydra trained, at least that could help a little on the guilt it made you feel.

Spit was rolling down his chin, Bucky not even seeming to think about swallowing it. With a little struggle, you finally got whatever was covering his teeth off, Bucky trying to follow your fingers as you pulled away, finally realizing that it was a mouth guard. Thick strings of drool hung from the mouth guard and Bucky’s lips and pink tongue, making you shudder.

There was no way you were gonna go down that road, not with how messed up this guy was. There was also that whole thing that he might think you are his handler, so that was something you would explore. Instead you put the mouth guard to the side with his mask, and used your sleeve to wipe all the spit and drool of his face, mumbling soft scoldings at him as Bucky tried to lick you again.

“Lets just go get you cleaned up, alright?” you finally sigh after having to pull your hands to yourself, after he tried to catch them in his mouth again. Bucky seemed more than happy to follow you as you lead him into the bathroom, starting to take his outfit off before you even said anything.

Instinctively you wanted to scold him for just doing that, but seeing him step into the empty bathtub and look at you with those softer, but still blank eyes, made your chest ache just a little more. The shower took a while, with you having to scrub his hair multiple times. You caught him drooling during the entire process, as if he didn’t have full control of his bodily functions. You also saw him get hard, his cock pink and twitching, oozing its own fluids from what must be the first pleasurable touches in years.

You didn’t do anything about it though, instead helping him dry off and wiping his chin as he kissed softly at your palm, like his own way of saying thanks. “You’re welcome. Come on, I’ll get you something to wear” you mumble out, voice softer and more careful as you lead him to your bedroom and find something that’ll fit him.

It was a struggle to get him into bed, the man clearly uncomfortable with how soft it was and unsure of how to lay. Bucky only seem to lay still when you laid down with him, and he only settled after you let him take your fingers into his mouth again.

The action of just sucking and licking put him in a much calmer state, Bucky’s eyes drooping as he melted against the pillow, even as he still stared at you with such intensity. Seeing him fall asleep so easily after everything made it bearable that he was suckling on your fingers and soaking your pillow in drool. You would figure this out, one way or another. Even if it meant letting Bucky drool all over you until you did.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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Your basically a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and dating Peter Parker...

(A/N: When i say male version of Mercy i mean mostly the suit and aesthetic of the character, so looks like skin color etc you decide for yourself.)

You honestly got no idea how things ended up like this but if you look back far enough you might be able to find out...

It all started when your mom passed away while you were younger while fighting in a strike force for Shield.

It sparked something in your dad to develop better technology to help the sick and wounded especially people out on a battlefield who don’t have time to seek medical attention.

He developed new kinds nanobiology tech that made i easier to heal smaller injuries and other minor stuff.

Meanwhile you grew up with your dad teaching you how important it is to help people.

You took those teachings to heart and wanted a job where you could help people. So you started studying medicine and technology early so that you could one day help your dad with his inventions.

When you were 9 your dad had invited a business man named Tony Stark aka Iron Man for dinner to discuss doing a merge between your dad’s company and Stark industries, which means that your dad’s company would get better funding and have access to more advanced tech.

You were sitting quietly eating while your dad and Tony Stark were talking about business that you could barely understand. During the dinner Tony turned to you and asked ”Hey Y/n, what do you wanna do when you grow up?”.

You told him how much you wanted a job were you could help people and Tony looked at you as if you had just restored his faith in humanity.

The Merge went through and your dad was now the head of the new department, advancement of medicine and nanobiology at Stark industries. He also became a good friend of Tony and Tony decided to make himself you honorary uncle.

Life was good to you for a few years until your dad was killed by Hydra assassins who wanted to slow down the progress of his medical tech since he worked for Stark industries.

His death hit you really hard and Tony was there for you in every way he could. He moved you in to Avengers tower since you didn’t have any other family to care for you.

You liked living with the Avengers they were very kind to you. You got along great with Bruce since you can bond over smart people stuff, you love to help Steve cross of things on his to do list, Thor was very fun with his obliviousness of earth customs, Natasha was a bit harder at first since she was sort off intimidaiting but after she taught you how to do a roundhouse kick you became best friends.

One day you went to your dad’s office and found blueprints for a super armor called the valkyrie swift-responce suit.

It would protect the wearer, enhance their strength and allow them to fly. It was paired with a staff that would heal people and a pistol for self-defense.

You went to Tony and asked him to help you make the suit to which he agreed.

Around this time the whole Ultron thing happened and the avengers moved to the new facility and got some new members.

You and Tony eventually finished the suit. He was very hesitant to let you try it att first since he didn’t want you to get hurt but you talked him into it. But he would not let you come on a mission as an avenger. But then...

The Sokovia Accords happened and the fighting among the avengers started. You took Tony’s side mostly out of loyalty but you also thought it was better to get approval before saving people than not being able to save them at all.

Tony asked you to help his side as their combat medic, you accepted so that you could make sure nobody died on either sides.

It was also during this time you met Peter, you met while taking Tony’s private plane to Germany for the confrentation with Cap’s side. During most of the flight Peter was staring at you as if paralyzed... it was a bit creepy but you assumed he meant well.

During the fight at the airport you didn’t do a lot of fighting since you were not about to punch your friends.

You are also a big reason that Rhodey didn’t die after the airport fight.

And only a day after the fight you were back at work since Tony almost got himself killed fighting Cap and Barnes.

The following months you spent trying to improve your fighting and survival skills if anything were to happen out of the blue.

Peter started visiting the compound more so that he and Tony could work in the lab.

You and him also started hanging out. You watched movies together and practiced fighting skills together.

Sometimes you even had sleepovers where you played videogames all night or bingewatched Star wars movies, one time you woke up with your head on Peter’s shoulder and his arm around you.

Honestly you kind of started crushing on him but you were to shy to ask him out. You didn’t know but Peter was crushing on you as well.

Nothing happened between you until on one of your sleepovers. The two of you were just watching Game of Thrones. And the two of you basically just got closer and closer until you were basically cuddling.

You didn’t even notice until Tony walked in and said ”No! No teenage hormones on my couch and Y/n your not allowed to date until i’m dead, that is my right as an uncle.

After that you just casually started dating, no words needed to be spoken.

You even met Peter’s Aunt May who is the sweetest person on earth.

Vision once walked into your room through the wall while you were making out with Peter, you begged him not to tell Tony and he agreed.

You tell Peter to call you if he ever gets hurt while being Spiderman but most of the time he dosen’t call because he dosen’t want to inconvenience you, especially not if it’s during nightime and your sleeping.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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You’re Tony’s son with super hearing…

Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Honestly it’s not much different from the title

(A/N: Dolores made super hearing cool)

Tony would discover you had this power when you were a child and he noticed that you had overly good hearing for a human being.

For example when he dropped a beaker on the floor which broke it, you came downstairs all the way from your room to ask what broke.

You could also hear everytime someone drove up the driveway, which would freak Tony out when the two of you would be sitting and watching tv together and you would go ��Pepper’s driving up the driveway, she’s listening to Celine Dion, specifically All By Myself”.

”How do you know it’s her? It could be Happy” he asked. ”No, i can hear that it’s a heel pressing against the pedal” you answered as if it was obvious. It was at those moments he realized his son had super hearing.

Your dad made your room soundproof so that you wouldn’t need to hear every single little thing going on outside so you could rest your ears.

He also made you headphones that could regulate how much sound you let in for when you are in the middle of town for example.

When you and your dad moved in to the Avengers tower, your dad got slightly worried about you since New York is known as the city that never sleeps and he didn’t want it to be to much for you. But you assured him that you would be fine.

The Avengers (except for Natasha) were all slightly scared of your ability cause you were like an ever present force who heard everything they said. Natasha kind of found it fun and liked testing it’s limits by being on a seperate floor and quietly whispering your name.

Which you heard so you called her and asked ”Did you want something?”. Sometimes she would ask you what other Avengers were doing like ”What is Steve doing?”. To which you’d answer ”He’s scrolling through the channels on the tv… Oh, he picked a news channel”.

Thor is probably the Avenger that you are around the least because he can be quite loud. Though if he’s ever is around you and realises that he’s being to loud he always apologizes. He also says that your his favourite person in the tower cause your so tiny and sweet.

He also says you kind of remind him of one of his friends back on Asgard named Heimdall.

If you ever felt overwhelmed by you power and didn’t have your noise-cancelling headphones each and everyone of them would be there to help you.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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You’re Tony Stark’s actual intern but you’re also a badass…

Peter Parker x Male Reader (it’s just Peter having a crush on Reader)

Tony Stark x Male Intern!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: superhero violence

Summary: Being Tony Starks intern comes with a lot responsibilities including saving him, his fiancé, his best friends and his other intern… (Takes place after Civil War)

(A/N: Reader is based of Ms Bellum from The Powerpuff girls, so for fun readers last name is Bellum.)

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”A+ student, President of your schools amnesty club, member of advanced technology club” Pepper Potts read out of the intern application.

She silently continued reading on and then read out loud ”Proficent in two styles of Kung Fu… Trained in Guerilla warfare?…” she looked at you slightly confused and you said ”I’ve also recently started taking Muay Thai classes”

”Not gonna lie that at some point will probably be useful around him” She then put down the paper and said ”Well, Mr Bellum, i gotta say this all looks very good, your hired”. You smiled at the strawberry blonde woman and said ”Thank you very much Ms Potts, i’m so grateful for this opputunity”.

Pepper then brought out a white folder about what you can expect to do as Tony Stark’s intern. ”Oh and don’t hesitate to be firm with him, he can be complicated” she advised. You nodded as you read through the small bits of advice she had put as a seperate page in the folder.

”Tomorrow Tony’s personal driver will come and pick you up his name his Harold Hogan, he will take you to Avengers compound where you will help Tony out with whatever he needs, is everything clear?”

”Yes, Ms Potts”

The next day…

You were waiting outside your school fully prepared for whatever Tony Stark could possibly throw your way. Then a car pulled up beside you and the window rolled down revealing a round faced man. ”Are you Y/n Bellum?” He asked.

”Yes, you must be Mr Hogan, nice to meet you” you answered and got into the backseat of the car, bringing out the folder Pepper had given you to look at some things.

When you looked up you realised Happy was pulling up to Midtown High, ”Why are we stopping here?” you asked. ”Were picking up Tony’s other intern” Happy answered simply, you then went back to your reading until the backseat door on the otherside opened revealing a boy who seemed to be around your age.

”Hey Happy” he said not noticing your presence at first but as soon as he did he stared for second. ”Hey… I’m Parker Peter- I-I mean Peter Parker” he introduced cutely. ”I’m Y/n Bellum, i’m Tony’s new intern” you held out a hand for him which he eagerly took and shook.

”Peter, close the door and put on your seat belt so we can leave” Happy told the boy. ”Right” Peter said who quickly stopped looking at you and did as the chauffeur told him.

You looked back down at folder but noticed that Peter had leaned over trying to read what was in it, but when he noticed thar you looked at him he quickly said ”Sorry didn’t mean to intrude”. ”No, it’s okay” you said.

It was silent for a while until Peter asked ”So if you don’t mind me asking but like what can you do?”. ”What specifically do you mean?” You asked slightly confused. ”Like what ”skills” do you have so that you got the internship?” he questioned. ”Would you like to see my résumé?” you asked hoping it would answer his question.

You gave him the paper and he started reading through it. ”Are you really trained in guerilla warfare?” he asked excitedly to which you nodded. ”That’s awsome” he stated. Making a small smile spread on your face.

”So your kind of like Black Widow?” Peter asked. ”What?” you asked confused. Happy then spoke up saying ”Peter, he’s the regular kind of intern, he will be working as Tony’s personal assistant”.

”Ohhhh…” Peter said and then looked at you and said ”Forget i said anything”. The conversation left you confused yet slightly entertained so you got back to reading the folder.

When you arrived at the Avengers Compound all three of you stepped out of the car and entered the compound. ”Where do you think Mr Stark would be at the moment?” you asked Peter. ”Probably his personal lab” Peter answered. ”Can you show me there?” you asked. ”Of course” he said and the two of you headed for Tony’s lab.

Peter and you arrived at the lab and Peter opened it for you. ”Hey kid” Tony said and then he spotted you and asked ”And who are you?”. ”Y/n Bellum, your new intern/personal assistant” you answered professionally.

”Since when?” Tony asked. ”Since your fiancé hired me” you explained. He exhaled and said ”Of course she did… well get the clipboard over there and take notes on the test results of the upgrades on Spider-man’s webshooters”.

”Yes, Mr Stark”

Two months later…

You and Happy were picking up cheeseburgers for everyone but as you returned to the compound something was differrent, all the lights off, the pin code lock to the enterance was totally fried, the door stood open and the security guards lay passed out on the floor.

”What happened here?” you questioned and bent down to check one of the guards pulses. ”Looks like there’s been a break in, Y/n listen to me go hide in that room there and i’ll go check on the others” Happy told you but you weren’t so sure of that.

”But what if they are still here? You might get hurt… or worse” you said. ”That’s a risk i must take” Happy said and started walking further into the building, leaving you alone at the enterance.

You waited there for about 20 minutes even though it felt longer as you were quite anxious, so you took a baton from one of the passed out security guards and headed for the Avengers living area. You made sure to be careful as you got closer listening for the sound of voices or footsteps.

You then heard someone from around the corner ”Boss, i’ve got Iron Man and War Machine but no sign of the Vision, i’ve caught some of their friends as well, Stark’s fiancé, some kid and Stark’s bodyguard”. It was a female voice but you then heard someone else speak ”Good job Diamondback, i want Stark and War Machine alive, you can kill the others” a male voice said. ”Yes, boss” the woman called Diamondback answered.

She then walked towards the Avengers living room, so you quietly followed. You then saw them, Pepper, Tony, Peter, Rhodey and Happy were all tied to chairs and passed out but they looked unhurt. ”Probably knock-out gas” you thought to yourself.

Diamondback walked up to Pepper and shook her awake. When Pepper woke she woke up Tony while saying ”Hey…Hey! Wake up i’m gonna make you watch while i kill your fiancé” Tony tried to talk her out of it saying he’d pay her millions if she didn’t do it.

But Diamondback could not be convinced so she got closer to Pepper holding a diamond shaped blade. But you would not let her hurt Pepper so you revealed yourself from your hiding place.

”Not so fast Diamondback” you said loudly to get the attention of the villainess. ”Oh what do we have here?” She asked in a amused voice. ”You think you can beat me when two superheroes could not? Never!!!” She asked mockingly.

”Oh yeah… Try me” you said challenging her. She threw a three diamond shaped blades which you just managed avoid and then you ran towards her. She brought out another blade but you threw the baton at her hand, which knocked the blade out of it.

You then raised your knuckle and punched but she blocked and grabbed your arm, she then tossed you over her shoulder and onto the floor. She then bent over you with another blade but before she clould do anything you kicked her in the stomach, which gave you enough time to get up.

The two of you continued throwing punches back and forward. Then she grabbed you again and threw you so you landed on the table infrot of the couch which broke as you landed on it. She gave away a small laugh thinking she had beat you.

So she turned her back to you to go back to Pepper, which was a mistake on her part. Because you ran towards her and tackled her out of the window. You weren’t on that high of a floor so the fall wouldn’t be lethal.

You and Diamondback landed on the grass outside with a thud and you could hear Pepper screaming worriedly from the inside of the compound ”Oh my god!”.

You stood up again meeting eye to eye with Diamondback who seemed to have gotten tired of you. She ran at you ready to savagely attack you, but you stood your ground and got ready for her. She threw her punch which you parried with your left arm and quickly countered with a swing from the right hitting her right in the face knocking her out.

You stood breathing heavy from the challenging battle when you saw the passed out security guards had woken up an came running to your aid. They handcuffed Diamondback and took her away.

You entered the compound again and picked up the cheseburgers from the enterance where you had left them. You then went back up to the Avengers living room where the others were.

You dropped of the cheseburgers in the kitchen and then entered living room. When Pepper and Tony saw you entering Pepper said ”Oh my god, Y/n we were so worried for you”. You picked up Diamondback’s blade which you knocked out of her hand and started cutting everyone lose. You cut loss Pepper first and then Tony who said ”You’re getting a raise and a promotion”.

When everyone had been cut loss and woken up Peter asked ”What happened to you?” and started fussing about the scratches on your clothing and the cut on your face. ”We can talk about it over dinner” you said and walked to the cheeseburgers in the kitchen.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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hi i hope you are doing well!! i was wondering if you could write a scenario with loki and male reader where they are avengers and on their way back to the compound from a mission they fall asleep on each other(like on each others shoulder or however you’d like to write it) i hope you are able to write this but if you don’t want to that’s totally okay!! you can add really anything else you’d like

Exhaustion

Loki x Male Reader

Summary: You and Loki had just gotten back from a mission, both riddled with exhaustion fall asleep against one another.

A/N: Always enjoy getting requests for Loki, but I hope it's okay that I tweaked it a bit. I guess I'm writing in second person pov now, but that might end up changing again.

The Avengers Tower elevator doors slid open, revealing the familiar chaos of the common room. You and Loki, covered in grime and exhaustion, stumbled out, gear clattering to the polished floor. Loki, his face pale and drawn, seemed to cling to you as you navigated the maze of hallways, his gaze heavy and unfocused.

Your room loomed ahead, a beacon of respite. You kicked off your boots with a frustrated grunt, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. Loki mirrored your actions, his movements slow and deliberate.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thud of your heart against your ribs. You turned to him, your eyes searching his. The exhaustion masked something deeper, a raw vulnerability that made your breath catch in your throat.

He met your gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his emerald eyes. Then, without a word, he began to strip, his movements graceful despite the lingering tremors of fatigue. You watched, mesmerized, as he shed his armor, revealing the lean lines of his body.

He climbed into your bed, the mattress groaning beneath his weight. He lay there, perfectly still, his gaze fixed on you as you slowly undressed. The air between you thrummed with a strange intensity, a mixture of exhaustion and an unspoken awareness that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Finally, you slipped into bed, the soft sheets a welcome relief against your aching muscles. You shifted, inadvertently nudging Loki. He groaned softly, his body turning towards you.

The night that followed was a blur of half-dreams and restless sleep. You felt his arm snake around your waist, his touch surprisingly gentle. The coldness of his skin against yours was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed, a jarring reminder of his otherworldly nature.

He had been waiting for this, you realized with a jolt. Years of longing, of suppressed desires, culminating in this unexpected intimacy. The knowledge sent a shiver down your spine, a mixture of fear and a strange, exhilarating thrill.

Morning arrived, the sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stirred, blinking against the sudden brightness. Your eyes flew open, landing on Loki. He was awake, his gaze fixed on you, an intense expression gracing his usually stoic features.

He was running a hand through your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. You lay there, stunned, watching him. The morning light caught the planes of his face, casting long shadows across his features, making him seem almost ethereal.

He was beautiful, undeniably so. And you, in that moment, felt a dizzying wave of emotions – fear, confusion, and a strange, undeniable attraction.

Then, you screamed.

The sound shattered the fragile peace, echoing through the room. You bolted upright, pushing Loki away with a panicked hand. He stumbled back, his face a mask of offended surprise.

"How… how did you get in here?!" you stammered, your voice trembling.

Loki sat up, the blankets pooling around his waist. He ran a hand through his hair, a frown marring his features. "A little rough aren't you, darling?" he grumbled, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

The memory of the previous night flooded back – the exhaustion, the shared vulnerability, the unspoken understanding. You sank back against the pillows, your mind reeling.

"I… I actually haven't slept that well in a while," you admitted, your voice softer now.

Loki smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Same here, darling."

The air between them crackled with unspoken words, the past night hanging heavy in the air. You knew, with a certainty that both frightened and exhilarated you, that this was just the beginning.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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fury x sunshine reader ?

reader is also a shield director if possible, or a high rank agent !! fluff, any scenario :3

Dinner With The Director

Nick Fury x Male Reader

Summary: During a meeting with the Avengers, Fury casually let's it slip that his superior had invited them all over for dinner.

A/N: Implied reader is Hispanic/speaking Spanish. I wasn't exactly sure what to do with this. I'm trying to post two requests a day as they come in, so I apologize if it seems like I'm ignoring your request!

TW: Fluff

The heavy oak door swung inward, revealing not the sterile, high-tech environment they associated with the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but a warm, inviting entryway. A plush, patterned rug lay just inside, and a small wooden shoe rack sat neatly to the side, already holding a pair of well-worn slippers. Fury stood aside, his usual severe expression softened slightly, though his voice held its familiar gravelly tone. "Take your shoes off when you come in, please." He gestured towards the rack with a sigh that seemed more weary than annoyed.

A collective shuffling ensued. Steve, ever the polite guest, was the first to comply, carefully placing his worn leather boots on the rack. Tony, with a dramatic groan, kicked off his expensive loafers, nearly sending one skittering across the hardwood floor. Thor, after a moment of bewildered contemplation, followed suit, his Asgardian boots thudding softly. Bruce, looking slightly awkward, slipped off his sneakers, while Natasha and Clint moved with their usual practiced efficiency, their movements silent and fluid.

The entryway opened into a cozy living room. Soft lamplight illuminated bookshelves overflowing with well-loved volumes, comfortable armchairs draped with knitted throws, and framed photographs adorning the mantelpiece. The air held a faint, pleasant aroma of wood polish and something subtly sweet.

Natasha's keen eyes immediately gravitated towards the photographs. One showed a younger Nick Fury, a rare smile gracing his lips, standing beside another man with kind eyes and a warm smile. They stood close, an undeniable air of affection radiating from the image. Clint, ever observant, noted the matching rings on their left hands. Another photograph, slightly faded with time, captured what looked undeniably like a wedding. Nick, looking uncharacteristically formal in a dark suit, stood beaming next to the same man, who wore a lighter-colored suit and held a bouquet of white flowers.

Following Fury, the Avengers navigated a short hallway, the sounds of their sock-clad feet muffled by another rug. The murmur of what sounded like purring grew louder as they approached an open doorway. The aroma of garlic, herbs, and something roasting intensified, drawing them into a warm and inviting kitchen.

It was a picture of domesticity that none of them had ever associated with Nick Fury. Sunlight streamed through a window above a farmhouse sink, illuminating copper pots hanging from a rack. A large, sturdy wooden table sat in the center of the room, already set with mismatched but charming plates and cutlery. And then there was the blur of fur – a ginger cat weaving between Fury's legs, its tail held high like a fluffy question mark.

"Goose, get out from underfoot," Fury grumbled, though his tone lacked real irritation. He bent down, scooping up the feline, who immediately began to purr loudly, rubbing its head against his cheek. Holding the cat securely, Fury turned and walked towards you, standing near the stove, your back to the group.

As he approached, Fury leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Everyone's here, mi amor."

You turned, a warm smile gracing your lips. Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you took in the assembled Avengers. "Welcome, everyone! Thank you so much for joining Nick and me for dinner." Your voice was kind and welcoming, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled their initial agreement.

A wave of confusion washed over the Avengers. Tony’s eyebrows shot up, Steve looked genuinely perplexed, and even Thor seemed momentarily thrown. Natasha and Clint exchanged knowing glances, their earlier observations clicking into place.

Catching their bewildered expressions, you tilted your head, your smile softening with amusement. "¿No les dijiste que el director era tu marido?" you murmured, your gaze shifting towards Nick, who still cradled the purring cat.

Fury looked from the Avengers to you, then back again, a classic Fury shrug playing across his shoulders. "Not everyone needs to know my motherfuckin business."

A swift thwack echoed through the kitchen as a tea towel, wielded with surprising accuracy, connected with the back of Fury's head. "Eres un niño así, ¿por qué me molesto?" you muttered, shaking your head with a fond exasperation.

"Oh, please, forgive my husband," you said, turning back to the Avengers, your smile returning. "Please, everyone, have a seat." You gestured towards the dining table.

Tony let out a hearty laugh, the tension in the room finally breaking. Natasha and Clint chuckled in agreement. "We kind of figured after seeing the pictures," Clint offered with a wry grin.

The Avengers settled around the table, the initial awkwardness dissipating as easy conversation began to flow. Fury, still holding Goose who had now settled comfortably in his arms, began bringing out dishes from the oven and the stovetop. There was a hearty-looking stew, a colorful salad, and a basket of warm, crusty bread.

The meal was surprisingly pleasant. Everyone, even the usually stoic Steve, found themselves smiling and talking. They asked questions about the house, about the delicious food, and inevitably, about Nick and you. Each time a question arose about your relationship, Nick, despite his usual sarcastic retorts, answered with a surprising tenderness, often glancing at you with a soft smile. You, in turn, shared anecdotes with warmth and humor, painting a picture of a life far removed from the shadowy world of espionage. Goose, the ginger cat, occasionally hopped onto Fury's lap, demanding attention with loud purrs.

Eventually, with full stomachs and lighter hearts, the Avengers began to depart, offering genuine thanks for the unexpected hospitality. The atmosphere was relaxed and convivial, a far cry from their usual interactions with the Director.

Once the door had closed behind the last of the Avengers, a comfortable silence settled over the cozy house. Nick placed Goose gently on the floor, the cat immediately setting off to explore the now-empty space. You began to gather the empty plates, stacking them neatly.

"They were nice," you commented, carrying a stack towards the sink. "I really enjoyed having them over."

Nick hummed in agreement, leaning against the doorframe, watching you. He pushed himself off the frame and walked over, gently turning you around. He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze surprisingly tender. "Me too," he murmured, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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hi, I have a request for Bucky x bottom male reader.

Bucky returns home from a long mission and needs his boyfriend.

ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x male reader

Summary: Having just gotten back from a late mission, Bucky finds you and your cat Alpine tucked beneath the sheets watching a movie.

A/n: I'm not sure if this is supposed to be smut, so I offer a soft reader. I'm also really enjoying doing these requests, yall are so creative! Requests open.

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The flickering glow of the laptop screen cast a warm, ethereal light across the small apartment. From within, the familiar soundtrack of "White Chicks" – a guilty pleasure his boyfriend could quote verbatim – mingled with the soft, rhythmic rustle of sheets and the occasional contented meow of their beloved cat, Alpine. Bucky, just returned from a grueling mission with Sam, felt a surge of warmth wash over him. The sounds, the comforting ambiance, were a tangible reminder that his haven, his love, awaited him.

He shed his gear, each piece a relic of the battlefield, and stowed it away in the closet, the metal clinking against the wood. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, a faint metallic tang of blood clinging to his skin. A quick glance towards the bedroom revealed a familiar scene: his boyfriend, a serene smile gracing his lips, his face buried in Alpine's soft white fur.

The shower offered a welcome respite. The scalding water washed away the grime and the ghosts of the day, leaving him feeling both cleansed and strangely vulnerable. Stepping out, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the rigid armor he'd worn for hours.

He slipped into bed, the mattress welcomingly cool against his skin. "Baby, it's three in the morning," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

A sleepy hum was his only reply. His boyfriend shifted, pressing soft kisses against his shoulder, a gesture both intimate and comforting. Bucky loved the feel of his boyfriend's skin against his own, the rough callouses against his smooth skin, the warmth radiating from his body. He craved this physical contact, this tangible proof of his boyfriend's presence.

Turning to face him, Bucky found his gaze drawn to the laptop screen, the movie still playing. Alpine, now a fluffy white pillow between them, purred contentedly.

"I was waiting for you to get home," his boyfriend murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Bucky knew this was a ritual, a silent testament to his boyfriend's unwavering love and concern. He loved the feeling of being waited for, of knowing someone cherished his safe return. Yet, a pang of guilt always accompanied it. He hated that his missions, his duty, kept him away from the tranquility of this moment, from the warmth of this shared space.

"Well, I'm here now," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. He leaned down, pressing his lips to his boyfriend's, the kiss a tender, unspoken promise of safety and solace.

To his surprise, his boyfriend shifted again, straddling his hips, his hands finding purchase on his chest. Bucky's hands instinctively reached up, mirroring the gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken invitation.

He loved the way his boyfriend's hands felt on his chest, strong and sure, yet gentle. He loved the way his boyfriend's body felt against his, the warmth, the weight, the comforting solidity. He loved the way his boyfriend smelled, a mix of his own cologne and something uniquely his – a comforting scent that always brought Bucky home.

Time seemed to melt away. The world outside the apartment faded into insignificance. Only the soft rhythm of their breathing, the gentle hum of the movie, and the contented purring of Alpine broke the silence.

"I'll never get tired of this," Bucky admitted, his voice a low thrum against his boyfriend's skin. His thumbs traced lazy circles on his hips, a silent expression of his adoration.

"Good," his boyfriend chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

He shifted, settling back against Bucky's chest, his head finding a comfortable resting place on his shoulder. Bucky wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, the warmth of their bodies a comforting counterpoint to the cool night air.

Bucky loved the feel of his boyfriend's head nestled against his shoulder, the weight of him a comforting anchor. He loved the way his boyfriend's hair tickled his neck, the soft warmth of his breath against his skin. He loved the feeling of being needed, of being a source of comfort and strength.

"You too, Alpine," Bucky murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. The cat, sensing the shift in their mood, purred louder, a contented rumble that vibrated through the bed, a testament to the quiet happiness that had settled between them.

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men

This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭

(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)

Anaconda

Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3

I live to feed my gay gay children.

• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK

No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it

Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised

Badly.

He kissed it better

He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass

He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek

Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room

No shame

• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS

This boy is tall.

Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.

He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders

Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit

From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass

There will be bruises.

When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes

genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough

• THOR ODINSON

He worships your ass

Has never seen anything like it

He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard

He likes eating ur ass

"A gift from Venus no doubt"

Definitely carries u

"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."

Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty

• LOKI LAUFEYSON

Won't deny how smitten he is about it

Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught

Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?

Definitely ruins him

He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow

You in a suit?

He fainted, literally.

Thor laughed at him for days.

• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES

Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-

sNAP THEM SHIT

Very touchy behind closed doors

Doesn't like showing PDA

Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it

If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it

No hesitation

If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it

• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE

This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon

Skilled with his hands

Literally up to no good,

Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u

Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u

Knows you love it

"It was the cloak"

The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.

It was not happy

(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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Enough to make a wolf howl

Bigby x Male reader

A/n: I’ve wanted so badly to write an x male reader for so long, bc let’s be honest, there is not enough of these in any fandom. I’m genderfluid but that doesn’t mean I haven’t fallen into the ‘Only female’ writing. so here is something for our favorite Big Bad Wolf bc come on, there ain’t enough fics about him anyway.

{Gif is not mine}

“Y/n? Could you help me for a moment, I need you to translate this.”

You turned your head to your good friend Snow, who at the moment had four or five ancient tomes open on her desk.

Since you started working for Snow, who had taken Crane’s place, everything was going well as her personally magic provider. Though people were still recovering since those terrible events back a few months ago, things were slowly getting better.

You were tasked with supplying fables their well-needed glamour, being the sorcerer that you are, even the ones at the farm.

You had made it a thing that you would give each fable a free bottle of glamour, and they could all get a free refill every other month making them use it sparingly.

And you were a man at your word, the quality of the spell would get them over their refill time if they used it wisely. You’re too offended by the idea of a bad quality spell, you often went weeks without sleep to make sure spells were better than best.

It was a good thing that you are proud you came up with, it not only told them that you were far more giving than the other witches that sold them before but also teaching them not to take you for granted.

All in all, you walked hand in hand with Snow and Bigby a lot, which had lead to you and Bigby’s eventual relationship.

You both were quick to like the other, you both favored alone time together with someone, and it didn’t take long for you both to put a label on it, and it was a little daunting at first. Not only was the sheriff of the town dating his coworker, but a dating a man nonetheless.

It wasn’t like it was forbidden or frowned upon for men to have a relationship, but it wasn’t quite often you would see it. Especially in Fabletown.

Nevertheless, everyone mostly grew used to it, mostly knowing you as the only one to be able to… Tame the big bad wolf.

Snow was the first was to quell those who teased, but she herself seemed to love to ferret out the juicy gossip from you while you both worked together.

There was one time you had told her something along the lines of scandalous about Bigby just as Bigby himself walked in the room.

The blush on her face turned her white as snow skin to red as strawberries as you both giggled away, while your boyfriend stood in a bemused state, which only made you two laugh even more as he titled his head like a confused puppy.

Snow was you and Bigby’s best friend, having known you both for a long time. While knowing you, she and Bigby also know of your… Interesting sense of humor.

Sometimes they would understand it, sometimes they couldn’t, sometimes it was crude, and sometimes it was just downright not amusing (but the face you make is what pulls out a smile from time to time). That didn’t stop you, however, to make jokes at your two favorite people.

Ever.

“How may I help ya, Snowflakes?”

She rolled her pretty eyes and shook her head at you while you strolled over, coming to a stop next to her. She pointed at the books on the table, waving her hands about while doing so.

“I know you have studied all kinds of magic, so I was hoping you could translate all of this for me. Bufkin is asleep, drunk. And I would have gotten it done myself by now, but,” she let out a sigh and straightened up turning to you.

“The place I am ordering the print from went under construction.”

You smile at her, waving a hand in the air, glancing the books over then turn to her once again.

“Oh, don’t worry too much, I’m sure… “

You then smirk at her, which was a telltale sign to anyone that a joke comes soon after.

“Someday your prints will come~”

You could feel your grin take over your face as you bit your lip and try so desperately to keep in your snickers, but alas, the look on her face was far too much for you and you gave into the bubbling feeling in your chest. She watched you reel back and grab the table for support of your laughing fit as she brought her hand up her face, giving a little facepalm.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t overcome the blush rising to her face, or the smile that took over her face.

“ Ha ha, Y/n. Very funny.”

“Thank you!”

You quick stand back up, the same bright smile on your face that told her you were more than ready with another one. She gathered up her papers while you spoke.

“I knew you would be the best judge for my jokes.”

She lets out a sigh from her nose, turning to see you waiting for her to speak. The door opened right as she does speak.

“And why is that?”

“Because! You’re the fairest of them all!”

You then break into another fit of laughter as Bigby comes and stands behind you, a brow raised at you then to Snow who shaking her head as she passed by him to the office door.

“Very funny, thank you for translating them for me, I’ll be back for them later.”

You had tears in your eyes from laughing too hard as you turn to her direction, Bigby moving out of the way a little so you could see her and only watching you as you called after her.

“Oh yeah, it’s snow problem!”

She groans as she closed the door leaving behind a giggling sorcerer and his wolf boyfriend who at the moment only shook his head, a ghost smile gracing his face as he looked onto you.

“Are those really that funny to you?”

“Of course they are,” you blinked away the tears, giggling a few more times then look to the books with tired eyes, holding your hands above the books on the desk.

Your hands glow a bright blue, the color taking over and shining out of your eyes as well. Bigby has seen you use your magic on occasion, it was never very often as you had told him it makes you tired quickly.

The words peel off the pages over the book in light blue color then start being translated mid-air as you speak to him, a smile still on your face.

“So, howl ya doin’ today, Wolfie?”

Bigby rolls his eyes, taking out his pack of Huff & Puff and taking one in his mouth, sitting down in the chair at the desk.

“Broke up another fight today. You’d think after all that shit a few months ago people would change, but no. We all stay the fuckin same.”

You hum, moving your hands over the sheets of blank printing paper Snow had left out for you, transferring the translated words onto the page. And all too familiar smirk graces your lips Bigby lights his cigarette.

“Hmm, sounds Ruff darlin’. Hope they didn’t dog you too badly.”

“Do you write these down somewhere and memorize them?”

You chuckle at his reaction, letting your hands drop as you finish the transfer. You close all the books and turn and layout on your back on Snow’s desk, smiling tiredly up at your big bad wolf.

“I do sometimes, just if I know I won’t see that person soon. I have puns for everyone, but my mind is a maze of magic spells and positions, but don’t worry,”

Even upside down you can reach his nose, that you give a little tap with your finger.

“Half my mind is full of you.”

Bigby pulled out his cig and blow the smoke in the air instead of at you, he knows how the smoke can give you headaches. He smirks down at you, bringing his face very close to yours, to the point you can feel his breath and smell his intoxicating cologne.

“Only half? Maybe I’ll have to change that to all of your mind.”

You smile, half-lidded eyes staring up at him as he takes another drag and blows it out.

“Oh, and how’s that sheriff? I’m afraid you’ll have to spell it out for me.”

He reaches over you and puts out his cigarette, gently taking you head by the back of your neck so your head wasn’t hanging over the side and smirked down at you.

“Gladly, sweetheart.”

Then you feel his lips on yours, albeit you were upside down, but it wasn’t being upside down that made blood rush to your head. You reach your hands up and pull him closer by his cheek, brushing over his ever-present stubble, making his chest rumble in satisfaction.

That was until the office phone started ringing, which made him growl and your groan in disappointment.

He gently let your head go and stood up, walking around the desk to the phone.

You sat up on your elbows as you stopped him from picking up the phone by putting your leg over it. Bigby raises a brow at you as you tilt your head to the side.

“What? Can’t you see I’m already on the phone, Bigs?”

With that, you chuckle as he pushes your leg off and answers the phone.

“Sheriff Wolf here, how can I help?— And where is this? —.” You see him drag a hand down his face, a sigh leaving his lips when he nods his head.

“Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Hanging up the phone you watch Bigby ran a hand through his long hair, you scoot closer to him on the desk and kiss the back of his arm before he can drop it down to his side.

He gives you a look and pulls out his Huff & Puffs, you smile at him.

“What is it this time?”

He sighs and lights his cig, taking a drag from it and blowing the smoke before looking at you again.

“Some magic users are getting rowdy at the ‘Open Arms’. Apparently, it’s a big problem.”

“How Bigby?”

He doesn’t even bother rolling his eyes as you giggle away, him turning to the door and walking to the exit.

“Are you coming, or are you going to stand around telling bad puns all day?”

You giggle again, straightening your dress shirt and tie as you follow close behind, smirking.

“Depends. Would standing around making bad puns get me to come, or does a big bad wolf want that privilege himself?”

You could tell the dirty joke worked as he took a long drag of his cig and his cheekbones started to turn a slight shade of red every passing moment, and you simply laughed and latched on to his arm as you two make your way to the elevator.

“Hehe, we’ll continue this when we get home.”

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It didn’t take you two too long to get to the Open Arms, but you could hear the fighting from outside. You could also see flashes of magic from the window facing the street, which made your grip on Bigby’s hand a little tighter.

You were never a fan of other magic users especially witches, their name is even one letter off from what they really are. Every witch you have ever met always wanted something from some, their greed and pompous attitudes left you with a sour taste in your mouth.

However, there weren’t many male magic users in Fabletown, so your ‘magic family’ was limited to all females. It’s wasn’t fun to know the only ones you can talk to about magic are them.

“You okay to go in?” Bigby’s broke your inner thoughts, pulling you back to reality. “You can wait out here if you want, I know how much you hate other magic users.”

“Hates a strong word, Bigs” you smile at him, running a hand through your head, then set a glare on the building, specifically the widow of flashing magic.

“I prefer the word ‘loathe’, much stronger than ‘hate’.” You sigh then turn your gaze back to your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a ghost smile.

“No, I’ll go in. Who am I to not want to watch someone get witch slapped.”

At this Bigby groaned, lightly pushing passed you and opened the door, waiting for you to go in first.

As you walked through the door you gently kissed his nose, giving him a thank you which you knew he was trying so desperately not to jump you at the moment.

Going up the stairs and into the open hallway, you saw the door at the end of the hall flashing lights from under the door. You both took long strides to get to the door, Bigby balling up his fist and banging on the door.

“Hey, open up!”

The door swung up not because someone was opening it, no, one of the witches who was fighting pulled the door off its hinges with her magic which made you and Bigby take a step back. She flung it at the other witch, who used a disintegration spell and the door fell to ashes on the floor, which only made both girls even angrier.

“HEY!” Bigby used his booming voice, stepping into the room and standing between the two. “That’s enough! Now what the hell is—”

“STAY OUT OF THIS!!”

Both witches cried out, throwing up their hands and pointing it at Bigby, and before you could do anything, they sent him flying out the window.

“BIGBY!!”

You called out in fear, but that fear was quickly replaced by rage. You hair started floating and your eyes burn a bright red, you glared at them and used your magic to pick them up.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. My. Man. You. Bitches.”

You lifted your hands and smacked their heads on the ceiling, the clapped your hands together making the slamming into each other. Knocking their head on the ceiling and the other one’s head, they were knocked out cold as you dropped their limp bodies to the floor.

They weren’t dead, you made sure of that, but just in case they did wake up, you traced a dispel magic rune on them that can only be broken by you. You ran to the broken window to see Bigby still lying on the ground, moving slightly, but still.

You use a levitation spell as you jump out the window, letting yourself down gently before running over to Bigby, kneeling down and frantically checking him.

“Bigby! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah… “ he groaned on the ground, shaking his hand around.

“I’m fine… Why is it always windows with people?”

You gasp as he sits up, a large piece of clear, now blood covered, glass was jutting out of his side, and though you have seen Bigby hurt before, it still doesn’t mean you get used to it.

“Bigby! Don’t move, I can—”

“I got it.” And with that said, he grabs the end of it and pulls it right out, which make you quickly put your hand over the wound and gasp.

“BIGBY!! You can’t just pull it out! Are you crazy?! Do you want to bleed out?!”

“Sorry sweetheart,” he chuckles, then puts the glass between you and him, making you look at him through the glass.

“Guess you could… See right through me.”

… … . .

… … .

… …

… . .

… .

…

. .

Bigby bursts out laughing, a hearty chest laugh that you don’t often get to hear.

You, hands now covered in your laughing boyfriend’s blood, look at him in astonishment.

Then you punch his arm.

“Ow, what—”

“Really?! Right now?!”

Bigby was expecting another hit as you lifted your arms, but you only threw yourself into his chest in a deep hug, a laugh now coming from you. He hears you sniffle once, then you pull away from him.

Your eyes glossy with tears to be, but that amazing smile that Bigby loves so much was also gracing your face.

“you’re an idiot… But that was a good one.”

“Ha, yeah, you could say it was… Enough to make a wolf howl with laughter.”

“I will put that piece of glass back in.”

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yes, Bigby?”

“I love you.”

“Then shut up and show me, wolf.”

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tielwrites · 2 months ago

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DEPOWERED HOMELANDER × MALE READER

I LOVE DEPOWERED HOMIE! I WANNA SQUISH HIM 🤏🧍‍♂️Sorry, if the ending feels rushed cause it was lol. And I didn't proofread too also👍

John sat quietly on the floor maybe a little too close to the television for the good of his now human eyes. He wasn't really paying attention to the random Chopped episode, just giving his harsh feedback at the chef's mistake.

He had no right to given the fact that he has no knowledge of cooking. The box mac and cheese with undercooked noodles and chucky sauce that was still in the pot that sat in his lap that he was eating with an Ikea kids spoon.

Ever since losing his powers nearly a year ago, this was the daily occurrence for John. A constant cycle of depression that never went away.

His whole purpose, the reason of existence was stripped away from him. Vought quickly got rid of him without thought.

They took nearly everything. His apartment and other properties he had. Most of his money. Gave himthe excuse that the bank was a Vought account since he had no form of identification to open one.

Sure, they gave him enough to live out the rest of his life but it was pay for his silence that came with a NDA but they offered no mental treatment for all those years of manipulation and abuse they put him through.

Now he just sits at his and Y/N shared apartment waiting for his return. Y/N was his sole reason to keep going. His light that never stopped shining.

Y/N still worked for Vought, sometimes being gone for days or weeks. There wasn't much of an option to leave. They had trapped him just like John.

Even using John as bait for him to stay. He gets John, Vought gets Y/N.

John wasn't stupid, he knew Y/N wasn't staying by choice but still he felt betrayed.

Y/N always greeted John with the biggest smile and shower him with kisses and praise. John couldn't get his head around how he still loved him. Most of the time John didn't shower of days, still in clothes cover with sweet Thai chili sauce and sweat from his nightmares.

Powerless and useless.

Today would be no different. After getting to the last bit of his food, John hears Y/N's key jiggling as the lock turns.

"Johnny, I'm home!" Y/N says kicking off his snickers as he never comes home without changing out if his costume. Not wanting to risk their privacy and identities.

"You cooked something? It smells good!" Y/N said with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I did that pasta and cheese thing in a box." John answered with a smile, slightly pride of himself for cooking and because he was happy to see his boyfriend.

"Give me a bite. I'm hungry." Y/N flopped down on the couch, placing his legs on either side of John.

"Is this a new episode?" Y/N says with a mouthful of noodles.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't wait to watch it with you. I wasn't sure when you'd be back."

Usually the two of you watched it together. It was silly but the show was a comfort, reminding him of you and it always eased his mind.

"It's okay. Just watch it with me again."

Y/N began kissing the back of John's short hair that was now brown as the dye wore off and John didn't bother to dye agian. John decided to shave his hair due to the fact it got matted and tangled due to him not bathing.

Well, he did it with your help. John cried while you did it. It felt like he was saying goodbye to who he was. He was no longer The Homelander. A god among men. But John. A weak mud person.

"Stop, Y/N. I'm dirty." John tried slipping away but Y/N's arms were quick to wrap around him, locking him in place. He felt shameful he didn't shower. If he had enough self well, he'd usually shower if he knew you were coming home even though it felt like a huge task.

"It's fine. Don't care. I just want to kiss you."

John gave in and signed. Truthfully, he didn't want him to stop. He loved it. Loved any ounce of affection Y/N gave him, even though he knew he didn't deserve it.

They sat in silence while finishing the episode. Y/N never stopped giving John kisses, just slowed down, giving them ever so often.

"Want to take a bath with me?" Y/N asked as the credits rolled.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Let me just wash the dishes."

John went to get up but Y/N sat him down.

"Let me soak it and l'lI I deal with it tomorrow." Y/N grabbed the pot and ran to the sink before John could argue.

Even though the act was sweet, it upset John.

Validated he feelings of being useless. John felt tears prick his eyes but quickly blinked them away.

"Alrighty! Ready to go, baby?" Y/N bounced back into the living room, outreaching his hand for John to take.

John nods and stands to his feet, taking Y/N's hand into his. Without any warning, Y/N scoops John into his arms. His arms tuck under John's legs, their chests touching.

Instead of giving protest, John begins to cry uncontrollably. Y/N begins to panic while in his stops right in his tracks.

"Baby? John, you alright? Did I hurt you?"

Y/N tries to turn John's face to look at him, his right hand gently resting on his cheek but John doesn't move.

"No...no..no. P-please...I'm sorry." John wails, his tears soaking Y/N's shirt.

John felt so stupid in the moment. He was crying like a baby while being held like one.

What sets him off is when he remembers when he'd carry Y/N. To the bedroom. The bathroom. After a long day.

John loved being taken care of but he loved giving care. For most of his life, he made decisions based on his satisfaction but when he found Y/N, he felt selflessness. He gave love as pure as Y/N's.

But he can't do it anymore. He takes more than he gives. Y/N gives his all while John wastes away, taking and taking.

He's powerless. Just another thing added to the growing list of things he can never do again.

"No, baby. Don't be sorry. What's got you upset, puppy?" Y/N rubs small circles along John's back as he calms down.

John feels like he's cried all the tears he had. He just whimpers while chewing on the collar of the dirty shirt he was wearing.

It was a coping method Y/N taught him. For the longest time, when John had a panic attack or was overwhelmed, he would hit his fists against his head or bite his lip.

When he was a supe he ran no risks of hurting himself, but he wasn't any more.

He'd bite his lip bloody and bruises covered his cheeks for the first few months. Y/N was there every step of the way, whispering praise and sweet words as he cried himself tired.

Today was no different.

John sniffed, still chewing on his shirt.

"Puppy, you want to talk about it or we can later? But we're going to have too. It's important I understand what's going on with you. I need to know what's the matter."

Another thing that made John hate himself. To Y/N it was important he knew John's emotional well-being but John never paid attention to his.

He couldn't count how much times Y/N would come home stressed from Vought breathing down his neck or how times Ashley called during one of his very few off days.

It was because John didn't understand his own emotions let alone someone else's. He was never taught how to properly deal with them. Just left alone to bottle them up till he exploded.

But Y/N helped him even though John felt like he was going nowhere. Y/N was so patience and caring it almost makes him sick.

"Y/N...I'm useless. W-why don't you hate me?" John finally whispers out, slightly muffled by the t-shirt in his mouth.

"Oh Johnny, you're not." You gave a kiss to his temple. "I love you. Love you so much."

"N-no, y-you're lying. No one can love me." John could feel himself being to tear up again.

"No, baby. Look at me." Y/N gently takes John's face in yhis left hand, making him look at him this time. "I love you with powers and without."

"You sure?" John bearly whispers.

"Yes, baby. More than anything." You promise. "Now do you want to tell me what's up?"

John signs and snuggles his face against Y/N's neck.

He follows Y/N steady breath and feels their heartbeats almost in sync. The warmth of his skin against his.

"I just want to be able to care for you. To be strong for you." John sniffles, he wants to cry again. "But I can't. Feel so useless and weak.

"Aw, my baby. You're not. You're so so strong and I'm so proud of you. I know it's hard for you and can't even imagine how hard you've had it but I'm here for you no matter what."

"You promise?" John's voice was bearly auditable. He sounded like a child making his parent promise that there was no monster under the bed.

"Yes, puppy. I promise." Y/N seals the promise in with a kiss on John's forehead. "How about that bath? You have some cheese on your hair."

"Yeah. I'd still like that."

"Alrighty, baby. You wanna walk or you wanna be carried the rest of the way?"

"Carry. Please." John's words slurred slightly. It seemed that all the crying had suddenly taken all his energy.

"Ok, Princey. All that crying must have gotten you tired huh?"

John doesn't verbally answer but just nods againstY/N's neck. They make their way to the bathroom, Y/N humming a little tune; John closes his eyes and listens.

Y/N sets John on the side of the tub and fills the water, checking once in a while to see it the water's too hot or too cold. He added a bath bomb, a gentle scent of lilies.

Oncethe tub is filled, Y/N begins to take off John's clothes. He never really wore much. Usually one of Y/N's shirt and a pair of boxers.

John closed his eyes tightly. Lately he had a hard time looking at his own body. He was never as muscler as his suit used to show but he didn't need them with super strength. He was much more scrawny now and it made him once again feel weak.

Y/N's warm hands grounded John before he strayed more into his self consciousness. He had picked him up and put him into the warm water. John had opened his eyes to Y/N's removing his clothes.

John smiled. His boyfriend was gorgeous. He felt like he could stare at him for days just admiring his beautiful figure.

"Did I ever tell you you're handsome?" John said as he closed his eyes again. This time not to advoid seeing himself but relaxing into the bath.

"Lots, yes." You chuckle as you gently move John forward so you can sit behind him.

"Well, you are."

Both fell silent as they enjoyed their bath together. Y/N's wandered, lathering soap on John's body. His hair, his back, his shoulders, his chest, every part of him treated gently.

"Y/N?" John breaks the silence.

"Yes, puppy?"

"Thank you. For everything. I know I'm hard to deal with. I'm trying to get better. I promise. You stayed though you didn't have to. But you did. I want you to know I'm grateful." John teared up again, not out of sadness this time.

"It's okay, Johnny. I stay cause I love you. I know you're trying and you have been better. Just baby steps."

John did feel better. He had a ways to go but Y/N was with him and that was all that mattered.

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