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MCU
Matt Murdock:
You Can't Leave Me Too: (Matt x Reader) Matt and his ex did not part on good terms... and after months of not speaking to each other, she wakes up in a hospital room, with Matt praying at her bedside. Can two broken people fix what they have? Should they?
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Loki Laufeyson:
Married Life: (Loki x Reader) Loki adores his wife... much to the detriment of everyone around him (AU where Loki survived Infinity War/ Endgame and took over New Asgard instead of Valkyrie)
Vengence (AO3): (Loki x Reader) Loki learns his beloved, a SHIELD agent being considered for the Avengers initiative, has been murdered, and his brother alongside her a few days later. With nothing left in his heart and nothing left to lose, he decides to exact his revenge on all of Midgard. (2 Chapter Mini-Series)
Two Halves Made Whole: (Loki x Reader)Loki's and his wife are separated, their divorce pending. He wants to rectify that. Will he be able to? Or has his wife finally had enough of his antics to forgive him this time?
Loki Being a "My Wife" Guy HC
Loki and His Toxic Wife HC
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Bucky Barnes:
Waiting for My Chance: (Bucky x OFC) Bucky gets roped into a guys night with the rest of the men on the Thunderbolts. When his best friend Wilhelmina comes to tell them all goodbye before she heads out on a date, Bucky is filled with conflicting feelings... why didn't she tell him she was seeing someone? And why does it suddenly rub him the wrong way? It never did before.
All At Once: (Bucky x Reader) She's been friends with Bucky for years. What they have is comfortable, they belong together, that's how things are. Sometimes, falling in love isn't special, it's just... easy as breathing.
Thuderbolt!Bucky x OGAvenger!Reader Fic Prompt
Beefy!Thunderbolt!Bucky Being Insecure HC
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Logan Howlett:
Bloody Kisses (NSFW): (Logan x Reader) Logan's pain kink headcanon turned up to 11
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Steve Rogers:
Missed Opportunities (WIP Excerpt): (Steve x OFC) Excerpt from a wip Steve Rogers x OFC fic I've been wanting to write for a really long time. Story would be about Steve and his old SHIELD partner throughout their relationship, starting from the moment he was unfrozen, during their time of working together, all the way until the end of Endgame. No matter how much each one cares about the other… the time to actually be together is never right.
Steve In Love With His SHIELD Partner Ficlet
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Johnny Storm:
Johnny x Alien!Reader Who Can't Stand the Cold HC
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Bob Reynolds:
Bob x Thunderbolt with Psychic Powers HC
Death Note
L Lawliet:
Normal (P1): (L x Chubby!Reader) It lights a fire inside L that Light Yagami is allowed to be a "normal" young man. He has a loving family, a bright future, and... a girlfriend that isn't thousands of miles away.
Normal (P2): (L x Chubby!Reader) L longs for a sense of normalcy in his current depression. The burdens of the case begin to weigh him down. His heart longs for something or someone far away... If only she were with him now...
Alan Wake 2
Alan Wake:
Claire de Lune (AO3): (Alan x OFC) Alan was desperately searching for the right hotel room. The man on the phone had told him to come here and meet him. But what he finds instead... is a woman alone at a piano. Who is she? How did she get here? Why does he remember her? It leaves Alan with more questions than answers. How deep in the spiral is he?
Castlevania (Netflix)
Adrian "Alucard" Fahrenheit Tepes:
Cherish You (An exceprt)(AO3): (Alucard x OFC) In 1476, the infinite corridor dropped a young lady on the doorstep of Alucard's castle. As time passed, a friendship like no other formed between the two. But as all good things must, this came to an end and she was sent back through the corridor to where she came from... our modern day in the year our Lord 2023. After half a millennia, the pair are reunited. After five centuries, the castle has gone under many renovations, and Adrian wishes to show each one to his long lost friend... but are they truly *just* friends?
Fianlly (Series) (AO3) [ON INFINITE HIATUS]: (Alucard x OFC) In 1477... she left him. She had to, she wasn't ever supposed to be there. He didn't want her to go, he really didn't, but he couldn't stop her... so he waited. He waited 500 years... only to realize she didn't love him back.
A/N: I'm making a separate Loki masterlist that'll be linked in my main one because I feel it was getting too long over there :)
enjoy!!
link to my ao3 here
(he looks so beautiful here ughhh)
Loki x Reader (MCU)
Writing Events (New!) (Completed!)
Galentines Party Collab (2026) Fluff, Smut, Angst, xF!Reader & xGN!Reader (Uploading daily from Feb. 1st to 14th, 2026)
Synopsis: 14 Loki oneshots themed around Valentine's Day (and my first time participating in a writing event!)
Oneshots
A Generous Host Fluff, xF!Reader
Synopsis: Reader is invited to live in Asgard by the All-Mother. Her parents encourage her to take this opportunity and to grow into her own person. Upon her arrival, she meets the two princes and finds herself curious about the younger, darker one of the two. He seems to share that sentiment. (2248 words)
love hearts Fluff, kinda Smutty (so 16+), xF!Reader
Synopsis: Loki unexpectedly comes for a visit to Midgard. Reader isn't necessarily expecting him. She also isn't really expecting him to know (or care) about what day it is. She's wrong. (1892 words)
domesticity Fluff, xGN!Reader
Synopsis: Reader comes home very tired from work. Loki, waiting in their apartment like a clingy cat, takes it into his hands to take care of them. But he doesn't do it quietly. When does he ever? (839 words)
chill Fluff, kinda Smutty (so 16+), xGN!Reader
Synopsis: (TW/CW: Anxiety) Reader is dealing with muscle tensions due to anxiety and handles it the way they can. Loki is unhappy (and offended) at their solution, and chooses to help them in his own way. (1539 words)
mint confetti Fluff (sex mentioned because they have a kid), xF!Reader
Synopsis: (TW/CW: Pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, childbirth (all briefly mentioned)) While attending a child's birthday party with her daughter, Reader engages in social interaction of many kinds. (1924 words)
mint confetti, pt.2 Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (TW/CW: They have a daughter, smut (Dry humping, dirty talk, making out, coming in pants, switch loki)) Weeks after the children's birthday party that Reader, Loki and Freyja had all attended, things are still very much tense between Loki and Reader. It all comes to a head when Loki voices his displeasure towards Reader's supposed cold shoulder. (2255 words)
expecting love Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (TW/CW: Pregnancy, smut (fingering, allusions to oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, praise, breast kissing/sucking, loki is desperate)) Reader wakes up in Loki's arms, much to her chagrin and to his joy. The two of them embrace the evolving nature of their relationship with open arms. (1408 words)
comfort Fluff, F!presenting Loki, xGN!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: talk of periods/PMS, reader's gender isn't mentioned, but they have a uterus/are able to get periods, loki snark) Loki comforts her partner as they're dealing with an onslaught of unpleasant feelings and exhaustion in their shared living room due to their quickly approaching period. (681 words)
silver tongue Fluff, Smutty, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Arranged marriage, very slight allusions to oral (f!receiving duh), loki is a little devious shit but we love them still) Reader greets the day with her handmaiden Gunhild, who gently probes her about her feelings regarding her impending nuptials to one prince Loki. (1492 words)
late night calling Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: SMUT (f!receiving oral, clone play, breast worship, dirty talk kinda, allusion to future threesome), Arranged Marriage (but they kinda want each other and it's not that secret), Loki being a devious and smug little bitch (but if he knows he's a great munch, why wouldn't he flex about it??)) Most unusually, Loki calls for his wife in the middle of the night. Surprised and intrigued, Reader makes the journey through the palace in order to see what her husband might want from her. He's never done this before, after all. (2675 words)
book club Fluff, Smutty, xGN!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Smutty right at the end, Reader daydreams about Loki (who doesn't)) Reader and Loki bask in the simple quiet of an evening of reading together by the fire. (673 words)
raven black Fluff, Smut, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Period/menstruation, smutty (Loki wants to be tied up, talks about roleplay, wants to engage in period sex, mentions baby making, allusions to period sex), Loki is a menace (permanent warning here lol)) When Reader wakes up to the unpleasant surprise of her monthly courses, she finds herself in need of fresh air and goes to her favoured source of it: the royal gardens of Asgard. It is there that she comes face to face with a raven who seems to be more than it appears. (1572 words)
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Drinking (but only Loki is explicitly mentioned drinking alchohol, Reader can have drink of choice), no mention of y/n (always forget to add this here), Reader fucks with Loki by claiming they have the mega hots for Doctor Strange (left unclear if they actually meant it or not), flirting (duh) (Loki wants to get straight to the point), Loki is devious, Loki discusses their whorish past (with pride) (diva)) Loki and Reader, finding themselves unsure of what to do on a Saturday night, spend it indoors attempting to entertain themselves with a drinking game. (1483 words)
reconnections little bit of Fluff, kinda Smutty, Angst, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (TW/CW: Angst, mention/allusions to sex, Loki being really bad at feelings, Loki being an ass.) Reader and Loki as explored through snapshots of their relationship. (1850 words)
reconnections pt. 2 tiniest Fluff, Angst, xF!Reader
Synopsis: Reader's return to Asgard seems to drag along plenty of considerations and melancholy with it. Reader questions her place in Asgard, and if it even one she should occupy anymore. (2356 words)
reconnections pt.3 Fluff, Angst, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW: Loki bad at feelings, Loki jealous, Reader jealous, Reader slaps Loki (gif inspo), Loki hates himself (let's get you therapy babes) (same)) With the Reader's homecoming on the near horizon, she attends what is likely to be one of her final feasts in the famed Asgardian feast hall. However, though she hopes for it to be an uneventful evening, that wish is snuffed out the moment she catches the eye of Loki of Asgard, who cannot avoid stirring up some trouble at the sight of her in the company of another. (3.7k words)
trick or charm (Halloween Special!) Fluff, Smut, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Loki being devious, Loki being charming, Loki attempting (and succeeding at) seduction, Smut (dirty talk, Loki wants to get it on), power couple core, chaotic appearance of some Avengers, no mention of y/n, living my dream of writing an Avengers Tower fic.) Reader and Loki attend a Halloween Party at the Avengers Tower. (2212 words)
anniversary Fluff, Smut, xGN!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: SMUTty, Loki is absolutely feral, Loki wakes up horny, Loki goes to bed horny, Loki dreams and is horny, dirty talk (but also it's kinda romantic and sappy), yearning, lusting, dirty thoughts, fantasizing. No mention of y/n, Loki is a little shit as always, Loki's ego (but we love it)) Loki and Reader wake up on the morning of their one year wedding anniversary. The typical dynamic of their relationship soon takes full force, and the usual mischief they've come to find comfortable and expected, ensues. (1926 words)
first snow FLUFF, xF!Reader
Synopsis: Loki and his family wake up, happily, to the first snow of the year. Typical shenanigans follow. (1729 words) (Technically a sequel to mint confetti pt.1 and pt.2, but can be read on its own)
marbled conversations kinda Fluffy, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Loki is emotionally constipated, Loki is kind of an ass, Loki acts mysterious (but he gets jealous), a smidge of past!Loki x Sif (offhand comment), kindaaa enemies to lovers (it's not), arranged marriage, BANTER, sassy divas) Reader wishes desperately to get any sort of reaction out of her betrothed, Prince Loki. (2k words)
ice point Fluffy, Angsty, kinda Smutty, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW/TW: Loki needs a hug, Loki clearly has complicated feelings about their birthday, odin being mentioned as a sucky dad (who's surprised), Loki's Jötunn heritage is mentioned (duh), reader thirsts hard for Loki, Loki thirsts hard for reader, no mention of y/n, reader orders nightgowns for loki to see her in, basically horny couple going through hurt/comfort as foreplay) Reader wakes up with a start, scared that she'd missed her opportunity to spend the whole day celebrating Loki, her husband, on his birthday for the first time as a married couple. She ends up finding him, and his surprisingly sour mood. (1784 words) (Loki Birthday 2025!)
a royal soak Fluffy, Smutty, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW: Loki is naked (thank god), Loki is taking a bath guys (where is this diva's rubber ducky?), reader is scheming hard (inspired by Loki perhaps), Loki being a whore (in any and every shape or form), Loki being an attention whore (different from previous warning), Loki being Loki, exhibitionism (lmao?? first time for writing everything, guys) (can't believe it took this long for this to show up in one of my loki fics), no mention of y/n, reader is genuinely feral for loki (she risks execution for this) (same girl), UNBETAED) She was definitely not supposed to be trailing after the God of Mischief in the hopes of learning more of what he was like when he was not acting it all up for the people of Asgard. (2k words)
a winter's hunt. Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: (CW: SMUT (breast worship, dirty talk, Loki discusses a wet dream, handjob) + a sort of fade to black before they go full freaky mode because I didn't know where to take the smut lmao, possibly (probably) inaccurate aspects of how yule was celebrated, reader is pregnant but it's not a plot point (more like an offhand comment or two). UNBETAED as always.) A few days before Yule, Loki wakes up feeling an inescapable hunger for his beloved nymph of a wife, and as he admires her while she remains asleep, he only hopes that she will wake up willing to indulge him before he is to leave on a hunt for elk. (2.4k words)
bookcase rendezvous Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: SMUT (dry humping, removal of clothes + more dry humping, desperation, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, attempts at m!receiving oral, allusions to f!receiving oral) Loki yearns after his betrothed but intends to treat her with respect so as to not have her run off before his own nature inevitably causes her to. His thoughts keep him distracted while he visits the royal library. (3k words)
apple picking Fluff, Flirty, xF!Shy!Reader
Synopsis: It was her choice what she would spend her Friday night doing. She felt no one had any right to tell her what to do, even if that person happened to be a handsome, tempting God of Mischief. *Even* if his intentions were good, too. (1.1k words)
a healing touch. Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: SMUT (dirty talk, allusions to oral (f! and m! receiving), praise kink kinda, horny desperation from both parties, riding, promises of f!receiving oral, talk of their past trysts, breast worship, Loki moans/groans) Loki is at his most annoying when he cannot deal with things on his own, for one reason or another. So, when he finds himself injured, his wife is quite eager to make him feel better, even if it goes against the healer's orders. After all, she'd be doing most of the work. (3k words)
to covet. SMUT, xF!Reader
Synopsis: SMUT (exhibitionism, dry humping, dirty talk, breast worship) She's felt his eyes on her all night, that damnable man. Then, she feels his breath on her. Later, too, his hands. (~2.3k words)
on the mend. Fluff, Smut, xF!Reader
Synopsis: SMUT (thirsting, dirty talk (talk of oral f!receiving)) Loki is thrilled at the prospect of his love finally returning to the palace, and he is under the impression that she is just as eager to see him, too. Why, then, does she not come to his chambers as expected? (3.1k words)
Social Media AUs
Bedtime Fluff, kinda Smutty (so 16+), xGN!Reader
Synopsis: Just some texts between Loki and reader in an already established relationship.
oven issues. Fluff, xGN!Reader
Synopsis: Loki texts Reader informing them that he seems to have broken their oven. Established Relationship.
Summary: You've been with Matt for a few months now, but you haven't dared to tell him those three magical words you are dying to say. Until one morning, they slip out of him instead.
Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship. First 'I love you.
Word Count: 1.2k
A/n: Matt took the wheel again for this one, but I'm not complaining. He's in control of this Fictober, I fear.
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The morning air smells of coffee and buttered toast with hints of caramel and salt. You’re busy pouring the dark liquid from the pot into one of Matt’s to-go cups—the one you got for him. Breakfast was short, but at least you got to spend the morning together.
Three months ago, he kissed you for the first time. Three months ago, he took you out on a date, and after dancing around each other like quite the limber gymnasts for weeks, he let his guard down. Three months ago, you found the man of your dreams; he let you into his home, surrendered his body to you and with it, his soul, and you have not left since.
As the rain patters against the window pane, you watch him stumble out of the bedroom, hurriedly buttoning up his shirt. You chuckle. He couldn’t keep his hands off you this morning—or any morning you stay over, really. You have yet to move in with him, but all in due time. You’re just happy he let you see all of him, finally, after trying to read him for so long.
He let you put a magnifying glass into his life, and just when he thought you would run away scared, you turned around and vowed to stay. Matt might be a little broken, but that’s what you love about him.
Love.
You haven’t dared to utter those words yet. Three months of dating, and you’re as sure about your feelings as you can be. You’re not so sure about him. He’s gentle with you, he remembers the smallest details you tell him, and he brings you flowers every Friday. Matt takes good care of you, but you don’t know if he feels the same way about you. For all you know, he just likes being with you.
“That for me?” he asks, interrupting your train of thought as he slides his arm around your waist from behind.
You smile at him, hoping he doesn’t notice your absent mind. “Yeah,” you say. “I know how much you hate the stuff Foggy keeps around the office. This should keep you awake ‘til lunch.”
He places a kiss against your temple with a satisfied hum. “You’re a goddess. Thank you.”
Blood rushes to your head. It’s the little things he does, the little things he says, the little terms of endearment, and the way he touches you that make it so much harder for you not to blurt out the truth.
“I think I’ll be home early tonight,” he says. “You want to grab some dinner?”
You watch as he takes the cup, adding the milk you put where he can easily find it before he closes the lid. Trying to be subtle, you wipe away some of the spillage, but the smirk on his face tells you that he did notice.
You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure. “Dinner sounds nice.”
“Alright.” He reaches for his wallet on the table nearby. “Pick you up around seven?”
“Sure,” you say.
It’s sickeningly domestic, the way you are with him. The way he is with you. God, you want more of that. You want it every day. The voice in your head is screaming for you to be careful, but you’re already too deep to pull out now. He might be the man you grow old with, or he will be the heartbreak that kills you. There is no in-between with this man or the way you’re feeling about him. You are more than just down bad. You’re down mad—mad because he already drove you crazy.
Matt kisses you again, this time on the lips. “See you tonight.”
You are about to give the sentiment back to him when suddenly, three words tumble from his lips that implode every thought of worry you’d had over the past three months.
“I love you,” he says.
You stop.
He stops.
You both stop dead in your tracks.
Oh.
“What?” you ask, your voice soft, barely above a whisper.
Matt stands as though he’s wishing for the ground to open up and swallow him. Doubt crosses his unfocused eyes. They dart left, right, then back to where he can hear your heart racing. He can’t read you.
You were so scared of rejection that the thought that he might reciprocate those three words had been the last on your mind—until now. Now you know. He said it. He said that he loves you, and all you can do is stare at him because the truth hits so much harder when it’s out there.
He must think you don’t feel the same way. He must think your temporary paralysis has something to do with him, and this is nothing more than a casual thing between you. But there’s nothing casual about what’s burning between you. There’s nothing casual about the fire, the passion, and yes, the love that’s building between you like an unbreakable brick tower.
You almost flinch when he pulls away with that kicked-puppy look in his expressive hazel eyes. They glisten enough for your reflection to stare back at you.
“I, uh,” he stammers, “I have to go.”
Unfortunately, you remain rooted to the ground as he grabs his coffee and his suit jacket, and heads for the door.
Get it together, you idiot!
The door falls shut behind him. Normally, his footsteps would echo in the hallway, but there’s not a single shoe shuffling against the floorboards.
You snap out of it. How idiotic, you think, getting caught off guard by the man you love telling you he loves you, shattering your anxieties. That’s supposed to be a good thing. It is a good thing. He has your heart, and you’re not getting it back. You need to tell him that. This is not the time to be a flabbergasted idiot or to act like a lovesick teenager who’s never heard the word ‘love’ before. This is the time to actually act.
You drop everything you’re holding and sprint toward the door. At the very same time though, the front door opens back up, revealing a disheveled Matt. Again, you stare at each other. One second, two, then a minute has passed.
He places his cane aside. “I didn’t–” he starts, running his fingers through his hair, “I mean, I did, I just… I wasn’t… you know, the coffee, and…”
A smile grows on your face. A stupid, lovesick smile that makes your cheeks hurt. He loves you, and he meant it.
“Yeah,” you say. “I know.”
“You know?” He exhales shakily.
You nod. “Yeah, I… I know. And I–” You take a step forward.
“Yes?” Matt takes a step toward you, also.
A pause. You take another deep breath. “I love you too,” you say.
The weight finally lifts off your chest. It’s out there now. No going back.
The words have barely seeped in before Matt is on you, pulling you in by your hips as he brings his lips to yours. He kisses you like you are the air he breathes. He kisses you, and the last wall standing between you shatters to the ground.
“You had me scared there for a second,” he murmurs.
“I’m so sorry.” You brush your nose against his. “I was just so surprised you said it, and I–”
He frowns. “Surprised? Why?”
“I’ve loved you for months now, and I just thought… you weren’t ready. So, I didn’t say anything.”
“Sweetheart,” he grabs your face, “I’ve been ready since the day I met you. I love you.”
And you will love each other until the day you both die, you’re sure.
Imagine being upset Bucky didn’t know how long you’d been married or forgot your wedding anniversary only to find out his confusion stems from him thinking of you both as a married couple since the day you met and always counting since then (not that he’s ever told you incase you think it’s weird) but eventually he does because he can’t have you thinking he doesn’t care.
What if he went straight out and bought a ring the day he met you? He just knew.
You know something is wrong the second he hesitates.
It’s small—so small most people wouldn’t catch it. But you know him. You know the way his metal fingers still for half a breath when he’s caught off guard, the way his brows pinch just slightly when he’s trying to remember something he thinks he should know.
“How long’s it been now?” you ask lightly, leaning against the kitchen counter while he dries a plate. “Since we got married.”
You’re smiling when you say it. Teasing, mostly. You’d been flipping through old photos earlier—your wedding day, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that had ever made sense in his entire life. The anniversary’s tomorrow. You’ve been thinking about it all week.
He pauses.
The dish towel stops moving.
His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
“Uh,” he says, and the sound is careful. Measured. “Three years?”
Your smile falters.
“Three?” you repeat softly.
He sets the plate down too slowly. “Four?”
You don’t mean for it to hurt. You don’t. But something inside your chest drops heavy and cold.
“It’s five, Buck.”
The kitchen feels suddenly too quiet. Too still. The hum of the refrigerator is loud in the silence between you. He looks at you like you’ve just told him something impossible. Like you’ve corrected him on a fact he knows in his bones.
“Five?” he echoes, frowning.
“Yes. Five.” You cross your arms without meaning to, the motion defensive before you can stop it. “June eighteenth. Five years tomorrow.”
His eyes flicker away.
And that—more than the number—makes your throat burn.
“You forgot.”
“I didn’t forget,” he says quickly, too quickly.
You huff a humorless laugh. “You didn’t know.”
His shoulders tense. “That’s not—”
“You didn’t know, Bucky.” Your voice wobbles now, and you hate that it does. You hate that this matters enough to make your eyes sting. “It’s our wedding anniversary.”
He stares at you like you’ve just accused him of something unforgivable. And maybe you have. Because this is the man who memorizes the way you take your coffee. The man who still traces the shape of your engagement ring when you’re half asleep. The man who can recall entire mission briefings from ten years ago with photographic precision.
But five years of marriage?
He’s confused.
You swallow hard. “I didn’t think it was something you’d forget.”
“I didn’t forget,” he says again, more firmly this time—but there’s something strained underneath it. Frustration. Not at you. At himself.
“Then why didn’t you know?” you whisper.
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
Runs his flesh hand through his hair.
And then—softly, like he’s stepping off a ledge—he says, “Because that’s not when it started.”
You blink.
“What?”
He looks at you like he’s bracing for impact. “That’s not when we started being married.”
Your heart pounds, anger tangling with confusion. “Yes, it is. That’s literally what a wedding is.”
He shakes his head, slow and stubborn. “No. That’s when we had the ceremony.”
You stare at him.
And for the first time, you see it. There is no world where Bucky doesn't care about your wedding day.
“Buck,” you say carefully. “What are you talking about?”
He exhales hard through his nose. Paces once. Twice. Like he’s trying to find the right words and they keep slipping out of reach.
“I count from when we met,” he mutters finally.
You go still.
“What?”
His jaw clenches. “I count from the day I met you.”
The words hang in the air between you.
“You—what?”
He gestures vaguely, frustrated. “We were already… it was already you. From that day. I knew. So I just—” He shrugs helplessly. “That’s when I started counting.”
Your brain struggles to catch up. “Counting what?”
“How long we’ve been married.”
You stare at him like he’s just spoken another language.
“You didn’t tell me that,” you say faintly.
“Yeah,” he snaps, immediately regretful. He drags a hand over his face. “Yeah, because I figured you’d think it was weird.”
Weird.
You think about that first day. The coffee shop. The way he’d watched you like he was memorizing you. The way he’d walked you to your car even though it was broad daylight. The way he’d looked startled when you’d joked about “marrying a stranger.”
“You’ve been counting since then?” you ask.
He nods once. Reluctant. Embarrassed. “Thirteen years,” he says quietly.
Your breath catches.
Thirteen.
You’ve been together ten. Married five.
He’s been married to you—in his heart—for thirteen.
“I just… I don’t separate it,” he says, voice low now. “You weren’t my girlfriend. Not really. Not in my head. You were my wife. I just didn’t have the paperwork yet.”
Your chest feels tight in a completely different way now.
“So when I said five,” you murmur, “you thought I was wrong.”
He gives you a small, sheepish nod. “I thought you were testing me.”
You blink, and then despite yourself, a shaky laugh escapes you. “Testing you?”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Thought maybe you forgot the first eight.”
You stare at him.
And then your eyes fill for an entirely different reason.
“Bucky,” you breathe.
He steps closer instinctively, like he can’t stand the distance anymore. “I wasn’t dismissing it,” he says urgently. “I wasn’t forgetting. I swear to God, doll, I wasn’t forgetting you. I just— I’ve never thought of June eighteenth as the start.”
Your voice trembles. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He hesitates.
Because you’d think it was weird.
Because he’s always afraid of being too much. Of loving too intensely. Of holding too tightly.
“Didn’t want you thinking I was… I don’t know. Crazy,” he says finally.
You step into him before he can finish the thought.
He catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you like they were made for it. Like they’ve always known where to go.
“You absolute idiot,” you whisper into his shirt, and your voice is thick with tears and laughter all at once. “You thought that would make me think you cared less?”
“I didn’t want you thinking I didn’t care,” he murmurs fiercely into your hair. “I can’t have you thinking that.”
You pull back just enough to look at him.
“Thirteen years?” you ask softly.
He nods.
“And you never told me.”
“Figured it was safer in my head.”
You cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes.
“I married you five years ago,” you say gently. “But I’ve loved you for thirteen.”
Something in his expression breaks open. Soft. Vulnerable.
“So,” you continue, wiping at your cheeks with a watery smile, “tomorrow is five years of marriage.”
He nods.
“And thirteen years of you being secretly insane.”
A huff of laughter escapes him, relief flooding his features. “Yeah. That too.”
You lean up and kiss him slow and certain.
“And for the record,” you murmur against his lips, “that’s not weird.”
His arms tighten around you, like he’s anchoring himself.
“It’s the most Bucky thing I’ve ever heard.”
He presses his forehead to yours, eyes soft and shining.
saw ppl clowning Dex when he did that baaa noise to julie but i really enjoyed it cuz he really thought for a second then decided to do it and regretted it immediately like awewww sooo cute !!!
Dex fantasizes about killing your exes btw. It’s like. A comforting daydream he comes back to when he’s feeling stressed. God forbid you run into one of them while you’re out together, he would be stood behind you like a Doberman locked onto a squirrel. Not even trying to hide how much he wants to beat them to death in the middle of this Whole Foods.
“What if we’re on good terms though” EVEN WORSE!! now they’re a threat and he has to kill them so you can never go back to them. Do not even try to stay friends with any of your exes he will be puking crying rolling around on the floor hysterical. Non-zero chance that you read an article the next week about them dying of blunt force trauma to the head
Working Out: Dex coming home horned up after a workout.
The Whetstone: Dex kills someone for you. You deal with it.
A Bet: A handsome stranger makes a bet with you, and you're the prize.
Wet Spots Guide: Pure smut with Dex.
Only A Touch From You Will Do: Dex always counts down the minutes until he’s home again. Until he can breathe again. Until he’s back in your arms again.
Are You Okay: Dex’s girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out she’s just sick.
Intrusive Thoughts: A bit of Dex's sadism shows through despite his best efforts.
The Offer: Due to your reputation as a renowned criminal psychiatrist, you're assigned to a difficult patient at riker's island. during a session, he makes an offer that tempts the boundaries of your professional curiosity.
Cry For Me: Edging Dex until he breaks LETS GOOOOO
Bad Idea: You wake up one night to a familiar knocking on your window.
I Can See You: You should’ve known Dex would have unusual ways of keeping an eye on you.
Just A Joke, Right: You ragebait Dex for fun.
Pretty Privilege: The start of yours and Dex’s relationship.
Random Blurbs
Dex is a munch
Benjamin Poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic
Benjamin Poindexter as your boyfriend
Dex who will absolutely perish if he doesn’t eat you out
Jealous FBI Dex
(obviously, none of the listed below are written by me. this is just a complied list of all my favourite fics that i just love too much. if you particularly like any of the fics below, please let the amazing writers and creators know because they are simply just that amazing 😊)
* - Angst (prepare your hearts)
♡ - Personal Favourites.
Last Updated: 13/03/21
(this is still uncompleted and unedited, so some warnings may not be there yet. and apologies if i get any tags wrong! xx)
Harry Potter
Sirius Black
Countless Nights - by @thewinchestergirl1208
Never Been Kissed ♡ - by @wizardwritings
The Not-So-Perfect Sister - by @wreckofawriter
We’re Not Friends - by @wizardwritings
Summer Revelations - by @marauders–mischief
It’s Been Too Long - by @weasleypogues
Owl You Need Is Love - by @wizardwritings
Amortentia - by @waytooinlovewithharrypotter
Summer lies and jealous types - by @futurewriter2000
How to Fall in Love: For Dummies ♡ - by @wizardwritings
Baby, It’s Cold Outside - by @wizardwritings
She - by @roonilwazlibimagines
A Dangerous Bet ♡ - by @harrytpotter
So cold - by @weasleydream
Home is a Person ♡* - by @approved-by-dentists
How could I mind when it’s you? ♡ - by @approved-by-dentists
By your side ♡* - by @approved-by-dentists
Truth Under Moonlight ** - by @approved-by-dentists
don’t flatter yourself - by @marveliskindacool
The Worst Wingman - by @theweasleysredhair
Just A Natural Fact - by @iliveiloveiwrite
Drunk - by @theweasleysredhair
I Always Was - by @theweasleysredhair
A glass too much…- by @pregnant-piggy
The Way You Look At Her ♡ - by @theweasleysredhair
Bad idea! (or maybe not) - by @bl597
golden snitch - by @firewhisky-kisses
secrets and fears - by @firewhisky-kisses
found family ♡* - by @firewhisky-kisses
Our little secret - by @pregnant-piggy
Cursed Series ♡* - by @pregnant-piggy
Don’t You Think? - by @harrytpotter
“For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”
“I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.”
“No, it’s over. She ended it.”
“Sirius loves all the attention,”
♡ ** all by @hello-everyfandom
The First Time - by @inkinflux
Broken Hearts and Fire Whiskey Part 2 Part 3 * - by @mrsssiriusblack
Like I Loved You Part 2 Part 3 * - by @mrsssiriusblack
Remus Lupin
starry night - by @ yourssuccubus
Wicked Charm ♡ - by @unfortunatelysirius
I love you, but I’m scared - by @unfortunatelysirius
Say No More - by @ardentmuse
Mama ♡ - by @myboipotterimagines
The Answer - by @writingmanaged
Stay- by @obsessedwithrandomthings
if it wasn’t for you meddling kids - by @writesowhatnext
Is that an offer? - by @approved-by-dentists
My Man - by @obsessedwithrandomthings
Bravest person you knew ♡ - by @stupxfy
It’s Friday, I’m In Love - by @inkinflux
We Should Run Away Together - by @protect-remus
“I’m not very good at flirting, am I?” ♡ - by @hello-everyfandom
James Potter
April Fool’s - by @theweasleysredhair
What’s Happening To Me? ♡ - by @harrytpotter
Right Place, Wrong Time ♡ - by @harrytpotter
Never Just A Friend ♡ - by @theweasleysredhair
Certainty ♡ - by @prongsies
“I’ll say it every second of every day if need be, I love you.“
“James, you’re a right knob head sometimes. She loves you.”
“No, please. Don’t say that. You love her, not me.”
♡** all by @hello-everyfandom
The Marauders
The marauders being friends with a reader suffering from depression would include…
A day on ice ♡ - by @pregnant-piggy
George Weasley
Right Here - by @lunalovecroft
Fred Weasley
“Looking like that could make me fall in love all over again,” - by @hello-everyfandom
Draco Malfoy
Unsafe - by @myboipotterimagines
Secrets ♡ - by @iliveiloveiwrite
home is wherever I’m with you - by @iliveiloveiwrite
breathe - by @wondernimbus
breaking point - by @wondernimbus
a bad day - by @wondernimbus
battleground - by @wondernimbus
Marvel
Steve Rodgers
The End of the War - by @redgillan
Not Afraid Anymore ♡ - by @shotsbyshae
Cannonball ♡ - by @shotsbyshae
Heads Will Roll - by @shotsbyshae
Stark’s Girl - by @avengersassemble-fics
One More Chance of A Lifetime - by @heyiamthatbitch
Fall into Love - by @mrslilyrogers
Bucky Barnes
Right there - by @bitsandbobsandstuff
chambers - by @trillian-anders
Die From A Broken Heart Pt. Two - by @allaboutthebooz
Untouchable Series ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines
Caught In The Fire Series ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines
Where you drunkenly confess to them and promptly pass out, leaving the ball in their court.
As soon as you begin to drift off, they frantically try to wake you up, patting your cheek as they nearly beg you to wake up and explain yourself. When they finally accept you’re dead to the world, they have to bite back a smile as they play over your slurred words as they restlessly pace, unable to sleep in anticipation of talking to you tomorrow. Probably has to take a lap to get rid of some energy.
Wally West, Roy Harper (“babe, me too! BABE!”), Johnny Storm (“Wait, are you being fr!?), Pietro Maximoff
Immediate denial, figures you’re confused or just messing with him. You weren’t in the right state of mind, you were just drunk and clingy, he shouldn’t delude himself into thinking anything more of it. It wouldn’t be fair to you. And when you don’t remember it the next day, he keeps quiet, even if he replays that certain memory more than he should. You eventually end up remembering and confront him.
Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Jean Paul Valley, Scott Summers, Bucky Barnes
Doesn’t bring it up, but the way he acts around you after that noticeably changes. His touches start to linger, his words become more fond, and he tries to fluster you at any given opportunity. Now that he knows about your feelings, he’s more open, cherishing this pre-relationship stage. And if there’s something irritatingly knowing about his smirk, then maybe he could be tempted to tell you the reason why.
Hal Jordan (smug hoe), John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Ted Kord, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Matt Murdock, Logan Howlett, Remy Lebeau (mister bedroom eyes)
Just assumes you’re dating now, and from that moment onward, he acts like your boyfriend. Does not realize you have no recollection of your ‘confession’ and that you’re profoundly confused by his sudden affection, even thinks you’re being shy when you stare at him with wide eyes after he kisses the corner of your mouth. After actually having a conversation, you never let him live it down.
Guy Gardner, Booster Gold, Jason Todd, Johnny Storm, Wade Wilson, Marc Spector
An asshole that finds the whole situation hilarious and definitely holds it over your head. When you wake up the next morning, he keeps alluding to it without outright stating it until you get annoyed enough to call him out on it. Immensely enjoys watching you jolt in realization before groaning in embarrassment.
Guy Gardner, Wade Wilson, Clint Barton, Remy Lebeau, Pietro Maximoff
Awake the whole night, going through the seven stages of grief, and facing their own insecurities. Would it be selfish of him to be with you, make you deal with his flaws and baggage? He takes a long look at himself and realizes that he doesn’t have the power to turn you away or go back, and that he can only hope you can accept all of him.
Ted Kord, Barry Allen, Jean Paul Valley, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Peter Parker, Kurt Wagner, Bucky Barnes
Already planning your future together. Grounds himself, or at least tries to, but he’s on cloud nine right now. Definitely spends the time until you’re awake preparing something for you, like a gift or breakfast, waiting to give you an affirmative answer. Finally, an end to his pining…! Oh, you don’t remember—
Kyle Rayner (him and the painting he pulled an all nighter doing—), Booster Gold, Johnny Storm
You two are actually already married, but he’s very flattered and finds you to be a very adorable drunk. After tucking you into bed, he has to hold back laughter and instead cradles you with a smile, perfectly content.
Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, John Stewart, Peter Parker, Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner
His brain crashes, and probably stands above your sleeping form in shock for a couple minutes before heading out for patrol. He’s just distracting himself before he emotionally unpacks that. Bones were (accidentally) broken that night.
Bruce Wayne, Logan Howlett, Marc Spector
He never brings it up. In fact, he actually begins to distance himself, slowly disappearing from your life. He convinces himself it’s for the better, that being with you would only putting a target on you, that he would eventually be the one to hurt you. He’s saving you from the pain of having your heart broken, or worse.
Matt Murdock (The only thing he brings is hurt), Clint Barton (Bailing before he has to actually admit his own feelings and ruin another relationship), Pietro Maximoff (running away is what you’re best at, isn’t it), Wade Wilson (you’ll be fine without him, better off, even)
Pietro, my kind but manipulative and flawed husband 😭
Matt tries to distract himself. He really does. But it doesn't matter; he’s still plagued by the sweetest temptations.
part eleven of wanting what you can't have // matt murdock x f!reader
wc: 2100
cw: masturbation, edging, lowkey pervert Matt <3
No one wanted to go back to work and return to real life, and yet, it had to be done.
Matt’s been hunkered down, putting his all into the plentiful cases at Nelson and Murdock. Needless to say, it's freaking Foggy and Karen out. They’ve been dealing with a pining, love-sick idiot for a month and a half, and now? He’s nowhere to be seen.
There was a small break in the new persona on Monday, which relieved some of his friends' worries. You had the day off for your school’s New Year's break, so you stopped by in the afternoon. Running errands, you said, but your heart betrayed you, hiccuping at the lie. Matt smiled into his hand.
When you bid everyone goodbye, you gave him a peck on the cheek and went on your way. You seem to have a knack for tapping just the right spot to make light spill out. His two friends smirked upon finally seeing the dazed expression they’d come to expect, but it didn't last long. Some invisible force kicked him back into gear.
The two of them figured it had to do with the impending countdown Karen had stuck on him. And they’d be right. There are three days left to tell you, and Matt can feel Karen’s stare getting harder every day. Just the thought of the hovering conversation kicks him into fight or flight.
But there’s another part to all of this. A part of him that's adorned in a well-deserved guilt. It’s gotten so bad that he dodged one of the post-work phone calls you two had come to expect. He's such a coward that he can’t even face you over the phone.
The truth is: Matt can’t stop thinking about you in the most inappropriate ways.
He can only distract himself in so much. He’s thrown himself into work, even staying after hours. He’s run himself ragged across Hell’s Kitchen in the biting snow, fighting and patrolling until his fingers turn numb, and yet, he’s still plagued by the sweetest temptations.
And now, silk sheets feel like static under his skin. His left side is bruised to hell and back, having been on the receiving end of a powerful kick that left him skidding across the pavement. The pain is nothing; it’s ignorable. But the stirring in his belly is ever-present. His hands clench into fists at his sides, and despite his fighting, his blood travels downward. God, he’s so hard it aches.
When you cupped his face, beer lingering on your breath, smiled against his lips, and kissed him without a care in the world. The one kiss wasn't enough for you; you kissed him until you were satisfied. He took it happily.
When you visited the office and crossed your legs at the sight of him rolling up his sleeves. He just about fainted when the smell of your arousal settled in the air. He clutched the edge of his desk while his heart speed, running a non-existent race.
Yes, he has dirty, obscene thoughts about you. But worst of all? He’s acted on it.
And fuck, he's the absolute worst, because he’s doing it yet again.
He growls in his silent bedroom, “fuck it,” and sticks a hand down his boxers.
A shaky exhale rattles from his chest. Matt has been unable to find the self-control that would keep his hands at his sides, but he doesn’t let himself moan or whimper. That feels like crossing a line.
He’s already crossed so many. He wasn’t supposed to have you, but he does. He wasn’t supposed to kiss you, and he did. He wasn’t supposed to get this far without telling you, yet he has. And now he’s jerking off at just the thought of you. Letting himself vocalize it is too much; it’s an admission, perhaps even disrespectful. (Although there’s nothing commendable about what he’s doing now.)
When he was at your place, there had been traces, scents on the cusp of being understood, but it took thought to dissect them...
Matt hisses at the sudden warmth growing. His body is already desperate, arching upward and chasing pleasure. He stops touching his dick and makes his hand still on his abdomen. The waistband of his boxers settles under his balls, giving the slightest twinge of discomfort. His fingers twitch with want, but he bites his tongue and tries to settle into the memory.
You brought him to your bedroom. He could smell the oranges. The gardenias. And then a smell so minute, so subdued. It was a light silicone and a deep, flickering scent. He’d tilted his head and tried to follow it without being obvious, but you were too focused on finding a sweater deep in your closet.
It was near the head of your bed. Lingering wafts of shampoo lay atop it. It hit him. He squirmed. It had to have been a sex toy of some sort, shoved under your pillow, hidden from the impromptu guest.
He had licked his lips and shifted away, facing you instead. But the smell and knowledge of such a thing overwhelmed him.
Matt spits in his hand and moves once again, unable to deny the rising need. All he can do is give a shaky exhale and swallow the moans that threaten to fall out. He strokes himself slowly, thinking of the moment that truly knocked him to his knees.
You were just a room away, sleeping, but murmured his name. Fantasizing about him in your dreams.
A sharp pain brings him back; faint traces of blood linger on his tongue. His hips buck into his hand, needing to go faster, needing more, more, more, but he makes himself slow. He doesn’t want to stop thinking about it- about the smell of slick between your thighs and your small sighs. He wonders what he was doing to you in your subconscious. How was he touching you? Was he fucking you? Eating you out?
God, he feels like such a pervert, but he’s losing his mind…it’s pathetic. Matt can’t escape it. The way your lips felt against his and how you’re so sweet to him. Soft. He pants and strokes himself a little faster, twisting his hand with each upward tug. Matt tells himself the gasping breaths don't count as moans.
You were so close and so far away. Your sleeping form was still in a carb coma and sleeping off the champagne and beers.
His friends were in a deep sleep with slow pulses and predictable breathing patterns. But not you. There were little hitches. Small muttering. His body, mind, and soul were at war with each other, but his perverted side won.
He’d slipped closer, just outside Karen’s door, and stood there. Baring his teeth and hissing for a moment, he scolded himself. He shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have been so invasive. But the smell was prominent, so much so that it sat on his tongue. He walked away. Eventually.
After hearing that last, barely perceptible, “Matty,” he couldn’t play the game anymore. He rustled until the metallic clanging woke you.
Your voice was ruffled with sleep. Each step you took towards him was light. You burrowed your head into his shoulder. You were warm with sleep and smelled like slick-soaked cotton.
Like every other pain in his life, his bitten tongue is ignored. His eyebrows furrow in concentration. Shit, he needs to slow down. He should stop. He really should. The wet shlick sounds are paired with his uneven panting. Each tug, twist, and graze gets him closer to the edge. He thumbs the underside of his tip. The mirage intensifies.
It’s too easy to imagine. You straddling him, cradling his face, grinding against him, and reassuring him in your sweet voice, “It’s okay, Matty. Wanna hear you.”
Removing his hand, he makes himself pause, but he can’t stop his hips from chasing the phantom sensation. Knowing the greed that claws at him, he quietly scolds himself through his teeth. “Shhi- slow. Slow down.”
His heartbeat echoes in his ears. But God damn it, he can’t stop imagining how soft and warm your cunt would feel around him.
In a poor attempt to calm himself, he rolls his neck and sucks in a breath. Self-control is a difficult thing. He’ll practice it in the most twisted ways: he’ll starve himself of his own touch. Of his own desires. But at his core? He’s weak.
A soundless sigh hiccups when he touches himself again, slowly moving from base to tip. He rocks into his warm, slick hand. It could be you. Your hand is moving up and down. Up and down.
Matt's eyes flutter at the thought. Licking his lips, he thinks of you on your knees. You. Willing and wanting. His hand would thread through your hair, and you’d sigh. The texture would be perfect in his palm. Your warmth would make his cock twitch. Oh, he just knows your mouth would be everything he needs. Maybe you’d be shy with him, but he can help you feel comfortable and confident.
Maybe you already are. His pace falters. Maybe you’d know exactly what you’re doing. A lump lodges in his throat. Your mouth would open, and you'd take him deeper than he could imagine. Or you’d be snarky about it. Tapping his cock against your tongue. “C’mon, Matt, you gonna cum already?”
Matt thinks of every position. You below him. You above him. Your body intertwined with his. You, you, you.
His chest draped over your back and fucking you wild. Bruising finger indents would be left on your hips from him clutching at you. From pulling you to him, over and over again. Feral.
Your moans and whines would fuel him further. You’d beg for him. Fuck, you’d be so loud and lewd. He can hear it now, your desperation. Your squeals of pleasure. “Oh, fuck yes, Matt, yes! Fuuuck. Harder.” He hisses, and his hand chases his canting thrusts.
Then there’s you riding him, taking what you want. You’d climb on top of him and tell him to be a good boy and listen; he would. Matt can feel your soft hands leading his right where you want them. Racing over your body, palming your breasts, and playing with your nipples. Hopefully, you'd let him explore each inch of you.
Oh, what if you sat on his face? Plush thighs would cage him in. He'd probably stop breathing, but that's okay because you would feel so good. Taste so good. Once again, the memory of your slick makes his mouth water.
You’d snatch his hair, and the sting would make him moan, which in turn would cause you to moan. You would lead him right where he needed to be, but he would already know since the pooling need would increase, and he'd drink it up. Your heart would race, yet you would still have your voice and tell him, “Such a good boy. Just like that, mmmm.”
Chest to chest. He’d be slow with you. You feel so much; he’ll have to be vigilant. Soft, slow, and sweet. Dedicated.
Silky skin and your pillowy breasts would press against him. He wants to be so close that he could crawl under your skin.
Best of all, gentle hands would clutch him close. Maybe you would scratch his back and leave marks he would revel in the following morning. Or your heels would shove into his ass, wordlessly begging him to keep going. To go deeper.
You’d cradle him like he’s something special. And he would be so perfect for you. He knows it. Letting you breathe and bringing you back down when he would make you feel too good. Maybe you’d cry. He barely bites back a moan in time. He jerks his cock faster. Fuck. Then, in the throes of giving you the best orgasm of your life, you'd clutch at him, scramble to get him as close as possible. You'd be whimpering, “Yes, yes, ohmygod. Love you so much, Matty.”
He cums with a strangled, “Oh fuck.” Matt chases the high as long as he can, milking his aching cock and forgetting about the self-made boundary; groans are punched from his gut. His dick aches, but he keeps touching himself, continuing beyond, and writhing in the overstimulation. Perhaps it's some twisted punishment, but it's the best sanction he's ever felt. The whimpers are pathetic.
And just like that, he’s crossed another line.
In his failure, he fantasizes about how you’re so sweet, too good for him, but he gets to kiss you anyway. You'd tell him it's okay, that you don't mind his moans or overwhelming want.
You're easing your way in to all of this, and he's barely holding himself back. There's an intensity inside of him, something he just can't curb.
Although it's a pipe dream, he hopes that you, not only, wouldn't mind him in those moments when he's keyed up and insane, but would actively encourage it. That you would fuel the blazing fire he often stifles.
His panting evens out into normal breath. Cum cools on his abdomen and his hand feels tacky with residue. He's running out of time.
Imagine Tony being jealous that his avengers workplace crush is too busy pining after Steve to notice him 👀
Because of course she's into Steve f**king Rogers. Who isn't? He's tall, blonde, and literally invented being a good two shoes.
But Tony is smart, he's rich, and (in the comics, look it up lol) he literally weighs more than Steve! Steve Rogers doesn't hit the gym as hard as Tony does 🙄
It starts small, Tony working his usual flirting magic, trying to set up not so small "dates" with his crush:
"Hey, you mind giving me a hand in the lab? I need an outside opinion on something. Oh... you have a training session scheduled with Steve? Nevermind 💔"
"Wanna go grab dinner tonight? I could use a break outside all this to be honest. And... I know a GREAT spot not far from here. What? You and Steve already ate? That's fine... I guess."
Tony's resentment towards Steve grows and grows, simmering beneath the surface of his skin. She follows him around like a lost puppy, hearts (or stars and stripes) in her eyes every time Rogers, walks into a room.
"I'm literally right here, and way better than Blondie, you know."
Steve, unfortunately, is completely unaware Tony's crush is pining after him like a Victorian poet. Kind of hard to hate the guy who doesn't even know he's stealing your girl but... God, does it make Tony feel like shit.
Eventually, his frustrations would end up getting taken out on his crush:
"You need some repairs on your gear? Well, maybe Rogers knows a guy who can do it."
"If you're looking for a sparring partner, I'm sure Captain America would be way better than me. They literally modified him in a lab to be good at fighting, you know. My muscles are just... years of hard work and shitty diets I had to endure 🙄"
Maybe it would all come to a head when Tony's having a bad day. His prototypes in the lab keep blowing up in his face (literally) and Pepper keeps bugging him about Stark Industry share pricing going down and then his crush says something about Steve needing him for a meeting and-
"Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve," he huffs, tossing a wrench down, "W-what is it with him, huh? What is it about him that you can't look two inches past his stupidily perfect face to see that I'm literally right here!?"
Tony's crush is stunned, completely caught off guard by his sudden outburst, which only eggs him on more, the silence making him uncomfortable.
"I mean," he scoffs, "I've only been trying to get your attention for months now! But it's always about Steve, isn't it? He's so handsome and so perfect and I'm... I'm not, I guess, right? Not righteous and patriotic enough for you?"
Tony's crush can't respond, wouldn't know what to say if she did. Instead she just insists Captain Rogers (not Steve this time) needs to meet with him for a mission next week.
But it gets her thinking... had she been blinded by her unreciprocated crush on Steve to notice the man who was actually head over heels for her?
Steve was never going to like her back, right? He was still too stuck in the past to notice her... still way too hung up on Peggy to even think about another woman.
It was a lost cause to pine after someone like Steve Rogers... right?
But Tony was... Tony was persistent, focused, sure. Steve was always wishy washy when it came to romance... always one foot in and one foot out. Tony was never like that. When he wanted something... or someone... he was in it... 100%.
She always respected people like that, always respected Tony; respected his genius, his loyalty to the team, his witty banter, the heart of gold he hid under his arc reactor.
Maybe... just maybe it finally was time to give up on the hope of earning Steve's affection and take what was being offered to her on a red and gold silver platter...
hmmmm the concept of reader getting all possessive over their partner, full on seething with anger underneath their usual sweet face, acting passive-aggressively with snarks in their bubbly tone n is more than ready to fight off every pursuers on their own...
sooooo with that in mind, who do u think would like possessive!reader the most or dislike it???
dc:
Dick Grayson is getting an absolute kick out of it because be honest, bro loves the attention and the fact that you care that much about him like that. slightly toxic but dude is absolutely into it
Wally West definitely is into the idea that you’re super possessive over him and would play into it, asking “what’s wrong?” Innocently while trying to get a rise out of you, make the facade break HEHEEH
Hal Jordan adores the fact that you’re playing games and being possessive because if there’s one man that knows how to play a game, it’s him. He’s absolutely playing along with you and making it so much more worse lol
I think that Bruce Wayne would definitely not like this approach. He’s definitely more into the “take out your aggression by fuck-fighting with me instead of mind games,” so I don’t think he’d be into it as much.
marvel:
I know for a FACT Logan is enjoying the fact that you’re getting handsy with him, that you’re trying to stake a claim on him. He loves seeing you riled up so that he can help get all that tension out of you in the bedroom later, so to speak
Loki absolutely luxuriates in the fact that you’ve been playing up the act, getting more envious and jealous. He’ll definitely try to stoke the flames as best he can given his namesake, because it’s a little fun to watch you squirm—and then wile himself back into your good graces.
Highkey…..Matt Murdock loves this. Being able to observe how you’re acting while being in tune with all of the other intrinsic reactions—your elevated heartbeat, your frustrated breath, your on-edge appearance. Bro is secretly toxic but it’ll make him love you more hehe
That being said, I had to think the most straitlaced person who would not like it is Steve Rogers. Just be honest with bro, use communication—he can’t stand a messy relationship so he’ll put the kibosh on that
das all I got off the dome…………hope u liked it…..adios….
