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Marvel xReader Fic Swap - Round 1 Sign Up

Have you ever wanted to find things to read but struggled to find something in the tags? Do you want to get some more eyes on your own works? Then this is the event for you!! 

What it is: 

The fic swap works by matching participants up using a secret santa generator, and then each person will read, reblog, and comment on one other person’s fic, and in return someone else will read, reblog, and comment on one of theirs! It’s a low stress and simple event where we can spotlight some of the works we’ve already written and spread some joy to other authors and readers! 

Each round will have two smaller swaps, one for a male character and one for a female character. You can choose to swap for both characters (then you’re reading two fics and getting two comments) or just swap for one. This round’s characters are Bucky Barnes and Wanda Maximoff.

To sign up, you’ll need at least one SFW oneshot that is between 1k and 6k words. You can submit two fics upon signing up (this way your person can choose which one they want to read) and one of them can be NSFW if you’d like, but for those that don’t read smut, I ask that at least one work be SFW. 

The threshold for each character’s swap to be run is eight participants. If one character makes that number and the other doesn’t, only the one character’s swap will be run. If a swap doesn’t run, I’ll make a post seeing if participants want to either extend the sign up time, or just call it off. I am adding the participant threshold because honestly? it’s way more fun for everyone with more people involved, and hopefully people will bring their friends and mutuals. There is no limit to how many people can participate.  

How to Sign Up: 

Fill out this google form and reblog this sign up post to the blog you’re going to participate with (while likes are appreciated, I want to keep track of everyone and follow you from the event blog, so a reblog makes things a lot easier)

Sign ups will end on July 6th, 2022 at 9 PM EDT. After that, you should get two emails: one from a secret santa generator with your person’s name, and one from [email protected] with the guidelines and a list of everyone’s fics. I will be using a different secret santa generator than I have in the past, but it’s still easy to use. 

After you get your person, you have one week to read and comment on one of the fics they have provided. For this round, that should be done by July 14, 2022. When you reblog, tag this blog in your post so I can mark you down. 

After that, I’ll make a list of all the fics reblogged to try and get some more eyes on them, and then the round will be over! 

that’s it!! if you have any other questions, feel free to reach out to me either on this blog, or my personal blog @lovelyavengers​​ <3 signal boosts are always welcome and appreciated!!

[castielscaplan]

CAPPYS DECADE CHALLENGE

It’s absolutely been forever since I made a writing challenge and I’ve been wanting more fics to read, so alas, here’s a new one for y’all.

Rules:

It’s not necessary to follow me, but it’s always appreciated

There are no deadlines, but please keep me updated on your fics.

Tag the fic #cappysdecadeschallenge

Also tag me in the authors notes (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Must be marvel characters only (no other fandoms I.e. SebStan/Chris evans characters in other movies or tv shows)

More than one person can write for the prompts

No RPFs

If this happens to get more reblogs/ participants than I expect I’ll add more songs to each decade.

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be. (If it’s more than 450 words PLEASE use the keep reading feature.

If I do not respond to your fic being posted in 24hours of you posting the fic, please message me a link.

Send me an ask or a DM with your prompt and the character you’re writing for.

50s

I’ve Got You Under My Skin— frank sinatra

Dream A Little Dream of Me —Ella Fitzgerald $ Louis Armstrong

Put Your Head on my Shoulder- Paul Anka

Stupid Cupid- Connie Francis

Pennies From Heaven —- Louis prima

I’m Gonna Get Married —Lloyd Price

Your Cheatin’ Heart — Hank Williams

I Walk The Line — Johnny Cash

We Belong Together — Ritchie Valens

Tears On My Pillow — Little Anthony

60s

My Girl — The Temptations

When a Man Loves a Woman —- Percy sledge

Stand By Me — Ben E. King

Build Me Up Buttercup —- the Foundations

I want you back —- the Jackson 5

I want to hold your hand —- the Beatles

You can’t hurry love -- the supremes

I can’t help myself — four tops

Then he kissed me— the crystals

Can’t help falling in love— Elvis Presley

70s

Dancing Queen— ABBA

I can see clearly now— Johnny Nash

December 1963 — the four seasons

I want you back — the Jackson five

Ain’t no sunshine — bill withers

Jolene — Dolly Parton

You’re so vain — Carly Simon

September — Earth, wind, and fire

Edge of seventeen — Stevie Nicks

80s

Love Shack — b-52s

Jesse’s girl — Rick Springfield

Dancing in the dark — Bruce Springsteen

Africa — ToTo

Never Gonna Give You Up — Rick Astley

Only in my dreams — Debbie Gibson

Careless Whisper — George Michael

Call Me — Blondie

Bohemian Rhapsody— Queen

You to me are everything — the real thing

I got lucky — Elvis Presley

90s

Wonderwall — Oasis

No scrubs — TLC

Fantasy — Mariah Carey

Say my name — Destiny's Child

Waterfalls — TLC

Remember the time — Michael Jackson

Two Princes — Spin Doctors

Torn — Natalie Imbruglia

Iris — Goo Goo Dolls

Kiss From a Rose — Seal

00’s

My Boo — usher, Alicia keys

Not Over You — Gavin DeGraw

Grenade — Bruno Mars

Home — Phillip Phillips

You Found Me — The Fray

Bleeding love — Leona Lewis

Irreplaceable — Beyoncé

Since You’ve Been Gone— Kelly Clarkson

This Love — Maroon 5

If I Ain’t Got You — Alicia Keys

U Remind Me — Usher

I Don't Wanna Be — Gavin DeGraw

‘10s

Diamonds — Rihanna

Talk — Khalid

You Belong With Me — Taylor Swift

Lucky — Jason Mraz

Shape Of You — Ed Sheeran

Treat You Better — Shawn Mendes

Just Give Me a Reason — P!NK

What Do You Mean? — Justin Bieber

Shut Up and Dance — WALK THE MOON

Someone Like You — Adele

no tears left to cry — Ariana Grande

We Don’t Talk Anymore — Charlie Puth

Delicate — Taylor Swift

[defined-insanity-on-ao3]

title: stevie’s mom has got it going on

characters: bucky barnes, sarah rogers, steve rogers, sam wilson, sarah wilson

rating: teen

author’s note: huge thanks is owed to @darter-blue and @truckloadoffrogs for their help with this, as well as @indyluckycharlie. this fic was inspired by all the people who claim bucky only smiled at sarah wilson like that because she reminded him of sarah rogers and my conclusion of “if that’s how he smiles when he’s reminded of sarah rogers, he wanted to bang the living daylights out of her.”

summary:

She closes the door as he takes off his jacket, carefully pulling out the parcel wrapped in butcher’s paper. He holds it out to her, and says in a voice that still cracks, “Here ya go, Mrs. Rogers. My ma sent this along; she ordered too much prime rib from the butcher this week.”

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tagging: @plorpl @sidepartskinnyjeans @scaarletwiitch and @musingsinmoonlight in the event any of you are still interested :) no pressure at all if you’re not

[tarithenurse]

Accidental Partners - 7

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Sam Wilson &/x fem!reader Contents: Are those…feelings? Eew! A/N: Not quite done getting my brain back together, but managed to finish a chapter nonetheless. Here ya go. Be gentle, please.

7. A way out

…  Reader   …

“So the good thing is the trial will be in New York,” Sam begins, “which means you can be in your own home at least.”

You’re lazying in a hammock with a law book and find absolutely nothing of what he’s telling you reassuring. Knowing where the trial will be held means that there’s a date for it and you’re not prepared enough. All of your notes are written on paper and your arm is cramping most nights…but you’re not ready.

“It’ll be another month at least before we know the date and your defender has finished reviewing the case but at least -”

“Wait what?” you interrupt him, unsure you heard it right. “Defender?”

He looks perplexed. “Well yeah…y’didn’t expect to be just left to sort this out on your own, did ya?”

“I…kinda did…”

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MARCH FEATURED AUTHOR: @fluffyprettykitty​

meet selene, who is featured on our frank castle author masterpost! check out their author profile below, including their favorite story and details about recent works!

Featured Story: Matters of the Heart

Fan Favorite: Night Fillings

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MARCH FEATURED AUTHOR: @avintagekiss24

meet brittany, who is featured on our okoye author masterpost! check out her author profile below, including her favorite story and details about recent works!

Featured Story: This was a toss up between two stories, but I have to say my favorite is The Forest.

Fan Favorite: Definitely Lay Me In The Tall-Grown Grass In A Shallow Grave (stucky x black!reader)

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MARCH FEATURED AUTHOR: @justpeachyparker

meet j, who is featured on our peter parker author masterpost! check out her author profile below, including her favorite story and details about recent works!

Featured Story: “I’m Talking Legos” (Peter Parker x reader)

Fan Favorite: Best and Worst (Bucky Barnes)

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MARCH FEATURED AUTHOR: @fluffyprettykitty​

meet selene, who is featured on our frank castle author masterpost! check out their author profile below, including their favorite story and details about recent works!

Featured Story: Matters of the Heart

Fan Favorite: Night Fillings

Favorite MCU Movie or TV Show: Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Favorite Character: Sam Wilson and Matt Murdock

Preferred Genres to Read or Write: Fluff, Domestic, AUS, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Trope or Genre that you want to try: Crossover, Enemies to Lovers, Vilain! Reader,

Character you haven’t written for but want to: Bruce Banner and Gamora

If you want, gush about one of your upcoming WIPs!: An angsty fic with ex!Bucky wishing all the best to the new partner of the reader.

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MARCH FEATURED AUTHOR: @avintagekiss24

meet brittany, who is featured on our okoye author masterpost! check out her author profile below, including her favorite story and details about recent works!

Featured Story: This was a toss up between two stories, but I have to say my favorite is The Forest.

Fan Favorite: Definitely Lay Me In The Tall-Grown Grass In A Shallow Grave (stucky x black!reader)

Favorite MCU Movie or TV Show: Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Favorite Character: No surprise here, but Bucky Barnes

Preferred Genres to read or write: SMUT lol and AU's

Trope or Genres that you want to try: I've really wanted to write something in the horror-centric genre

Character you haven't written for but want to: Peter Parker

WIP: I have one WIP that's been in my docs for probably a year lol its a Troy AU with Steve as Achilles and Bucky as Odysseus. I wrote four parts and then lost my nerve lol but i think about it often!

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MARCH FEATURED AUTHOR: @justpeachyparker

meet j, who is featured on our peter parker author masterpost! check out her author profile below, including her favorite story and details about recent works!

Featured Story: “I’m Talking Legos” (Peter Parker x reader)

Fan Favorite: Best and Worst (Bucky Barnes)

Favorite MCU Movie or TV Show: Wandavision or No Way Home (im a very indecisive person <3 )

Favorite Character: Peter Parker

Preferred Genres to Read or Write: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, AUs, angst, fluff, I read most everything and well I’m trying to write most everything

Trope or Genre that you want to try: I kinda want to try smut but thats gonna be a while I also really want to try to write a series (i know thats not a trope or anything but) I kinda want to try grumpy meets sunshine as well because its such a cute trope

Character you haven’t written for but want to: Wanda, Nat, or Loki - I’ve never written x readers for any women, I have read them but I kinda want to try and write them

If you want, gush about one of your upcoming WIPs!: okay so its not set in stone but I have an idea for an Alice In Wonderland AU with Peter Parker and I am still in rough stages of planning it out but I really want to at least give it a shot

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[avintagekiss24]

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲.

--𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: poseidon!bucky barnes x black!grace!reader (thalia - "blooming")

--𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4986

--𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, vaginal fingering, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, face sitting, biting kink, named reader

--𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: "don't act so innocent, i heard you" + "those are the moans i love to hear" + "have you never been touched like this before?" + face sitting + praise kink

--𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: @thanatosfic 1k greek mythology challenge → the charites or graces, Charis, Aglaea, Euphrosyne and Thalia are goddesses of charm, beauty and fertility who are amongst the many children of Zeus. They arrange feasts and dances for the Olympians and attend to them.

--𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is the second thing i've finished in six months... i hope it's, ya know, good. in this one, "you" have a name. "you" are thalia, one of the graces that attends to the olympians. please enjoy :)

for my friendo @littleheavensangel2. get well soon babes.

--𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: banner by @maysdigitalarts ; quote by Vi Khi Nao via @metamorphesque

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you hurry around the long marble table, tossing flower petals every which way. You stop to straighten an ornate bowl overflowing with fruit and turn one of the many wine bottles a tick to the left to get it just right. Aglaea, Euphrosyne and Charis float around you, their hands full of the finest meats and cheeses and the plumpest, juiciest fruits. The four of you all are suddenly laughing— the excitement of the evening bubbling over as the harpist continues to play from the corner of the patio.

“Thalia,” Euphrosyne calls to you, flicking her fingers towards the edge of the table, “Quick, quick! Straighten the chairs.”

There’s twelve in all. Five on each side, two at each end. They’re all beautiful, the chairs. Hand carved out of the strongest oak in all of Olympia. Each one blessed and prayed over by the high priests and priestesses. Each one slightly different to suit its rightful owner. The two chairs at either end, oh, they are truly magnificent. Both tall and wide. Heavy— cast out of gold and iron, and draped in the finest of silks. Thrones fit for two kings.

There’s a sharp crack through the dark sky— a flash of blinding light followed quick by a loud clap of thunder. A smile breaks onto your face.

“Hurry!” you shout toward your sisters, “They’re close!”

A clatter of plates and golden silverware fills the air, the glup glup glup glup of red wine filling twelve chalices. The hurried pads of three sets of feet against the marble floor as you rush to put the final touches on the table. There’s another sudden crack of lightning that spiders throughout the sky. Another boom of thunder, this time so loud it shakes the ornate table. You snap towards the head of the table and within a blink, the first of the twelve has arrived.

“Zeus,” you smile, dipping your head and eyes to the ground right along with your sisters, paying respect.

“Father,” he corrects warmly, “Come here, girls.”

The four of you sprint towards him, nearly knocking him over with your embrace. His laugh is loud, rolls through his chest much like the thunder he commands as he hugs you all tight. Within minutes, there’s more flashes in the sky, but now a little less grandiose. One by one they start to appear. Aphrodite, Demeter, Ares, Hera. Hephestus, Apollo, Athena, Artemis. Hermes, Dionysus— until eleven of the Olympians stand before you. Chatter fills the air within minutes. Chairs scuff against the floor as they all take their rightful seats.

Aglaea, Euphrosyne and yourself are off, flirting around the table, making sure that there isn’t a want or need among the group. You’re so busy in fact, you don’t notice the large waves that start to break out in the middle of the ocean. The tide starts to rush in, the dark water slapping against the bottom steps of the large staircase that leads up to the sprawling terrace.

It’s the whistles of the dolphins that make you turn to peer out across the Aegean sea. The waves grow larger, roll faster as the dolphins start to jump from the water, slicing through with ease as they advance towards the feast. Something else cuts through the water beside them— something big— a large, dark shadow casting throughout the sea. There’s a strike of gold in the waves, flashing every now and again as it draws closer to the stairs.

You take a breath. Swallow hard as the butterflies return to your stomach. There’s still one empty chair.

The waves break again, this time loudly, a white, bubbly froth rolling off of the water. There’s a white light cutting through the water now, the shine of gold no longer dulled by distance. Three sharp tips of a trident start to emerge as the water rolls back. The neigh of the four hippocampus’ filling the air as they break through the turbulent sea, their wings flapping so hard the air underneath them pushes you back a step or two.

Zeus rolls his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips as he takes a gulp of his wine, “My dear brother loves an entrance, doesn’t he?”

You barely hear the words— your eyes stuck on the glorious chariot that glides over the top of the water. The gold trident glinting underneath the bright stars as the sea-horses come to a skilled halt just at the bottom of the stairs. A loud click rings through the air, the trident stinging the bottom step, and then the ground starts to shake. So hard in fact that the Olympians spring forward in their seats, grabbing chalices and wine bottles before they topple over.

He strikes each step with the trident as he moves up them, sending tremors throughout the ground with each. Brilliant blue eyes find yours as soon as he clears the top step and there’s a deep tremor within you. Your stomach goes tight, breath shallows as you squeeze your thighs together, trying to suppress the sudden ache underneath his trained stare. His long, dark, wavy hair sticks to his wet skin, falling over his shoulders and back. A naked, broad chest, tight abs littered with silvery, old scars— reminders of a long life and many, many feuds for the hot blooded God.

Your eyes continue to venture down, down, downward. Down the little path of his happy trail, through the thick tuft of dark, wiry hair… you swallow again. Lips parting slightly as his cock swings with each graceful step, and you're taken back. Right back to that sunny, warm day. The green grass tickling your back, hot lips on your neck and chest, dirty, slurred words stuffing your ears. Teeth nipping, fingernails scratching and snagging your skin. Your soft flesh in his hands as hips push and pull—

There’s an elbow in your ribs, startling a gasp out of you. You snap your head towards Euphrosyne, blinking wild as the memory fades and try to reorient yourself.

“Poseidon. Nice of you to join us, dear brother.” Zeus booms as his older brother falls into his seat at the other end of the table.

Poseidon only smiles in return, grabbing his glass and gulping it down in three quick swigs before he holds it out aimlessly. Before either of your sisters can move, you have a bottle of wine in your hands— the God needs some attending. He cuts his deep eyes towards you quickly before returning them to his brother as you refill the glass in his hand, tilting his head so the gold crown that sits atop it can glint underneath the stars.

Zeus laughs warm and full, drawing a wider smile and an eyebrow wiggle from Poseidon, “Oh, how I’ve missed you, Poseidon.”

“And I’ve missed you— all of you,” Poseidon smiles, a chorus breaking out as the younger Gods all return the gesture, “Let’s enjoy the evening, hmm? Ladies? How about a song and  dance or two.”

The night passes on. Bottle after bottle after bottle of wine is poured and discarded. Bowl and bowls of fruit, tray after tray of meats and cheeses devoured like their nothing. They’re loud and happy, the Gods. A family united for just an evening without interruption, without worry or grief or angst. No problems to solve, no wars to fight. Just laughter, and love. A familiar comfortableness falling over everyone— except you, that is.

Stormy eyes are on you with every move you make, piercing you right to the core. You keep yours averted, on everyone but him as you sing and dance, because if you do so much as glance at him, you’ll dissolve, right then and there. You’re a puddle of nerves, of want, of desire. Warm and fuzzy, brain scattered with static at the dark thoughts of him. Poseidon. On you. In you— stuffing, stifling, consuming every inch of you.

You miss the stretch. The fullness— and he can feel it. He knows it’s been far too long since you’ve been plucked like a fruit. Driven to the very depths of unbridled passion and only to be brought back by him and him alone. He wanted you to have an appetite for him, and he’s succeeded— much to his delight.

“Thalia, darling,” Aphrodite calls, waving you over with a delicate flick of her hand, “We seem to be out of fruit, sweet girl.”

You grab a few empty bowls from the center of the table, “I’m so sorry, I’ll pluck some right away.”

“No hurry, “Ares says cooly, pulling Aphrodite from her chair, “We’re going to dance. She’ll forget all about the fruit.”

Aphrodite winks at you, following it up with a soft smile, “No hurry,” she whispers so only you can hear before placing her finger to her lips.

Their secret is safe with you.

Rushing off all the same, you’re secretly happy to get away for a few minutes to calm down. Once you’re by the stream, under the ripe trees, fingers brushing lightly along the leaves of the full bushes, you start to relax. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting the sweet night air fill your lungs. You center yourself for just a moment— mind, spirit, soul— bringing them all together before opening your eyes slowly and pushing a focused breath out between your lips.

The soft rush of the water from the stream before you adds a natural soundtrack as you pick and pluck more fruit. You hum a little, eyeing each peach, every bunch of grapes, each apple, orange, raspberry and blueberry, only the best reaching the basket on your hip. There’s a soft, warm breeze, tickling you and the leaves, a random fish jumping up and plopping back into the cool water of the stream.

A sudden hand around your naked waist startles you, making you jump and gasp, your basket falling to the ground. You’re pulled back, back into a hard chest and stomach, another hand slithering up your bare thigh. Rogue fingertips forging a path from your left hip, across your lower belly, to your right hip. You close your eyes again as your chest heaves, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as a mammoth hand cups both of your breasts and teeth nip at your exposed neck.

“I still make you nervous, young Thalia?”

The words are slow. Whispered and hot, right up against the shell of your ear. He chuckles real low and it vibrates through you, the sound— the feeling— striking that pesky little nub between your legs. Thick fingers skip along your side, up and down, up and down, grabbing and kneading the soft meat of your waist before pushing along your belly again, gripping and groping all the while. His thumb and index fingers find a piqued nipple, rolls it gently. Pull on the taut, brown nub just until it hurts before he rolls it again.

You whimper, real sweet and helpless, just a puddle of feral emotion in his hands. Your legs instinctively part on their own, stance widening, inviting those wandering fingers to go lower. To find that perfect little—

“Ah—” you moan, your chest arching away from his as he immediately heeds the queues your body is sending, “Poseidon,” your voice hushed, teeth digging into your bottom lip to quiet another moan.

“Don’t act so innocent, I heard you,” he teases, working his fingers along your clit before slapping your warm, sticky skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“They’re gonna catch us—”

“Let them,” he growls, “I’ve been thinking about you all day and now that I have you,” he gives your clit a little pinch, chuckling against your ear again when you squeak, “I’m not letting you go.”

If you had any resolve, any at all, you wouldn’t be able to find it if you tried. Warmth pools in your belly and starts to spread slowly, throughout your arms and legs, right to the tips of your fingers, the top of your head, the bottom of your feet.

His feather light touch sends ripples up and down your spine as your hips start to grind, “Poseidon,” you moan, stretching out his name.

“That’s right,” he purrs, his wet tongue sneaking out to lick your neck and just behind your ear, “Have you never been touched like this before?”

He pulls you back into him, cock twitching against your ass as he massages your clit, soft little circles. He stretches his fingers just a bit, starts to prod at your slit, pushing just inside before he hisses in your ear, “Of course you have. You’re so wet for me, sweet girl. Can anybody else do this to you? Hmm?”

Before you can respond, he shoves two fingers in— all the way in until the heel of his palm cups your hot sex. Your knees buckle, but Poseidon just tightens his grip. Drops his arm from around your tits to your waist, squeezing tight as he starts to fuck his fingers into your cunt. The squelch of your wet muscles is pure filth to the ears— but it's so good. So deep, hitting that little spot that doesn’t even seem real until it’s touched.

“Your fingers feel so good,” you pant, “S-s-so guh-good.”

Poseidon smiles wide before kissing your cheek, “What’s that, little one? Hmm? Let me hear you baby, say it again.”

Unwrapping his arm from around your waist, he grabs your chin. Pushes it with the tips of his fingers until your neck is craned, mouth hanging as a moan whirs in the back of your throat. He kisses you hard, his tongue grazing the roof of your mouth as he groans low and deep. You’ve missed his mouth— his taste. It’s ruined you, that mouth. For all mortals and Gods alike. You are his, and his alone; and it gives you great pleasure to own it.

“Say it again, sweet Thalia. I want to hear it,” Poseidon whispers, hot, swollen lips brushing against yours, “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

He curls his fingers, pets your insides with quick little strokes. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, and reach back for him, your hand finding and digging into his dark hair as you bare down into his pumping, stroking fingers. He traces your bottom lip with this thumb, shoving the tip inside and then adding his index and middle fingers. Instincts kick in again, your lips wrapping around his thick, warm digits, sucking lightly as he hums in delight.

“I can’t hear you, honey.”

“Your fingers feel so good inside me,” you mumble, mouth full.

He slams his fingers into your achy cunt one good time, then cups your wet, swollen sex real soft, thumb petting your clit. Digs his fingernails into the meat of your hip, a quick sting of pain ripping through you, “Do you want me, little one?”

“Yes—”

“What do you want from me?”

“You know what I—” he pinches your hip a second time, hard enough to make you yelp, “I want you to fuck me, Poseidon. Please.”

He chuckles again, the vibrations from his chest rumbling through your tight body, “That’s a good girl. But, first things first.”

Poseidon pulls his fingers from you, leaving you empty and aching. You turn, and find him a few steps back, head cocked, a smirk on his handsome face, “Well?” he purrs, holding out his hand to you, “Attend to me, sweet Grace.”

You take his hand with no hesitation. Close the gap between the two of your bodies and keep your eyes on his as you sink to your knees in front of him. You can’t take your eyes off of his, really. Even as you grab his hips, skip your nails up and down his sides and then over to his flat, hard stomach. Drag your fingers through the dark hair at his navel and then up to his broad chest, blinking wide, innocent brown eyes at him all the while. His large palms find either side of your face, caressing your cheeks sweetly before rubbing his large thumb over your bottom lip.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. Then, and only then, do you drop your eyes from his, take a deep breath as you curl your hand around his already  weeping cock. You use both hands, stroke him slow, twisting them in opposite directions just as you press your lips to his red, wet cockhead. Poseidon exhales slow, lets his lids slip close over those blue eyes, his dark, long lashes spreading out over his cheeks. A giggle slips past your lips before you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, sending your eyes back up to his face and chest, watching the breath hitch when you slide your hands back down his cock.

The pad of your thumb sweeps over his cockhead, collecting the wet that's dribbled from him to push it back down his length. Your right hand slips away from him, down to his heavy sac to palm his most delicate. Squeezing gently, you lean in again, kiss his head again before pulling your thick, pillowy lips away, starting to jerk him faster as his thighs start to tense. A sweet hum sounds in the back of your throat as you encourage him, rolling his balls between your fingers before you start to rub and palm them gently, your other hand still working his cock.

You release your grasp quick— giggle and bite your lip again as his heavy cock bounces up and down. Twitches with anticipation and lust. Your hands find him again, stroke him harder and faster, fingers pushing all the way up— sweeping over his tip before pushing all the way down to his base. Then, you pull away again. All the way back, hands falling to your thighs as his cock sways back and forth, so hard and hot and heavy. You’re wet and warm, fuzzy all over, a string of your arousal stretching from the lips of your cunt to the very inside of your thigh, a little bubbly and clearly in response to how he responds to your touch.

He’s louder now, breath rushing in and out between his lips and teeth. Stomach and chest tightening as his thigh muscles tense and relax at the constant pressure and warmth of your hands. His head rolls back slow, facing the heavens, his long, dark, wet and wavy hair spilling over his shoulders and back. Rough hands, massive and warm find your head. Push around your hair, down your cheeks, salty fingers over your lips. Then down your neck and chest, catching thick nipples just at the tips of his fingers. He palms what he can of your full, jiggling tits, squeezing hard as he mumbles and moans.

His cock jumps in your hand. Balls tighten up as he exhales harder than before. Grabs your shoulder suddenly as he thrusts his hips forward. He tenses again, all over— stomach, chest, thighs— grunts all sweet like just as he always does before he cums.

You slide your hand down his cock one last time, grip his heavy girth tight as he starts to shoot ribbon after ribbon of thick, white hot cum. Can’t help the moans of your own that bubble up in your throat, feeling his cum surging through him and spilling out onto your chest and into the grass. You start pumping him again, coaxing it all out, draining him of his seed as it dribbles down the backs of your fingers.

Poseidon whimpers through his orgasm. Imagine it. One of the three most powerful Gods to walk this earth, whimpers as sweet as one of your songs. Pride swells in your chest as these tiny, honeyed sounds drip from his perfect mouth. You smile again, real big as you blink up at him, wanting and needing— craving— more praise from him.

“Whew, girl,” he finally musters, his large hand cupping your chin as he pushes out another deep breath, “My precious little Thalia sure knows how to please me, doesn’t she?”

“Oh,” you purr, “It gives me great pleasure being able to please you so, Poseidon.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, soft eyes gazing over your face, “Very good girl. On your hands, my sweet. Face the stream.”

You fall to your hands, turning from him as you take a deep, steadying breath.  Poseidon shifts behind you, dropping slowly to his knees, dragging his lips down your back as he goes. He squeezes your tits before sliding his hands down your sides, placing his lips right in the small of your back as he settles on his knees in the grass. Those big hands move around to your stomach again as he continues to press kisses against you— along your ass and the backs of your thighs. His tongue sneaks out, licks the crease where your cheek meets your thigh before he bites down lovingly, all while squeezing the soft meat of your belly.

And then he’s gone. Lips, hands, tongue— just gone, leaving your body instantly cold. Panicked even. Your eyes pop open. A sharp, light gasp filling your lungs with the night air as his fingers push through your folds, prodding at your opening before rubbing your clit. A hand finds your hip again, slips up to the base of your spine before it pushes up the length, feeling each bump and groove of your bones until he palms the back of your neck. Wraps his fingers right around.

Your breathing hurries, heavies as you feel his thighs against the backs of yours, his hips against your ass, cock pushing at your wet hole. Another gasp fills your lungs when his thick cockhead breaks your threshold, cock sliding into you slow, filling up all the space your body has to offer him. He falls over you, chest to back, one hand on your hip, the other still around the back of your neck, as soon as he’s bottomed out in you. The two of you both breathe heavy, not moving, just getting accustomed to one another again as if it’s been a lifetime since you’ve connected in this way.

Your cunt squeezes around him instinctively, welcoming the tight fit. Then he moves. Straightens back up and rolls his shoulders before pulling out of you— almost all the way out— before plunging in again. You lunge forward with each thrust, the sound of your bodies slapping against each other, the squelch of his muscle in your wet, filling the night air.

Fingers find their way into the side of your mouth and you suck on them happily, greedily, as you bounce off of his hips and thighs, humming and moaning all sweet and loud. Just for him.

“That’s right girl,” he mumbles, grabbing a handful of your ass just to jiggle your flesh before he slaps it once, twice, three times, “That’s right, those are the moans I love to hear. Let me hear you.”

He forces you down, your belly and tits now in the grass as he slaps your ass again before he’s fucking back into you— resting his big hands and punishing weight into the small of your back. Pinned into the soft grass, you take every rough thrust Poseidon has to give, squeaking and shouting with each, grabbing fistfuls of the fragile grass, strands breaking under the force of your pull.

Poseidon slips a hand into your hair, tugs you up onto your elbows and forces you to look back at him as he hovers just inches from your mouth. He leans in, grabs your chin with his other hand and kisses you hard, eating up the sharp shriek and sob that falls from your lips. His hips don’t stop during the kiss, not for a moment, they just slow a bit. Plunging his cock deep and just holding there for a second before he thrusts again.

He pulls out of you as you flatten back onto the earth below and forces your hips up a little with his hands, laying behind you to sweep his tongue between your folds. Both hands on either side of your ass to jiggle your flesh as he’s nose deep in your cunt before he skips those lips over your asscheek. His white teeth grab your skin in another love bite before he plants a loud, wet kiss at the same spot. You gasp loud and deep as he pulls his tongue along your slit again, right up to your hot rim and back down to your clit. He gives that sensitive little nub a long suck and then a flick or two with the tip of his tongue before he’s lifting your hips up with his hands again, forcing you back onto your knees.

A groan passes through his lips as he pushes back in, his hands grabbing your hips as he rocks into you. Only now, you’re meeting each of his thrusts. Forcing your ass back into his hips as you keep your face in the grass. Thick fingers grab your ass, a thumb circling your fluttering rim before it slips in, sending your octave soaring.

You’re flipped over onto your back without a moment's notice. Legs forced open with two strong hands as his lips and mouth find your pussy again, “This is the sweetest fruit in all the land,” he slurs, sucking your clit back into his mouth as he peeks up at you. You roll your hips into his face, your hands digging into his hair to pull as he sinks one, two, three fingers into your sex, curling them as he pumps.

“Aww,” he chuckles as you start to really lose it. Panting, cursing, mewling as you start to get so overwhelmed. Your body tensing, hips jerking now that you’re so close— you could crawl out of your own skin, “What’s the matter? Hmm?” he slides his tongue along the inside of your thigh, stopping to take another bite of you, “Oh, I know what it is,” he laughs again, “I know what it is, you want to come on this cock, don’t you? Huh? You don’t want my fingers?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” you spit, huffy and hot and rushed, “Yes!”

He crawls over you, knocking your legs open wider with his hands and body,  “Okay sweet girl,” he purrs, “I’ll give you what you want.”

Your feet come to rest in the small of his back, your hands around his biceps as he sinks into your cunt again. Mouth to mouth, forehead to forehead, he fucks you good. Hips pounding yours into the soft earth. You feel the pressure building in your belly— the warmth spreading real slow. Rushed, hot words fill your ears but you can’t make them out. A slippery tongue slithers down your neck, teeth nibble at your earlobe as you dig your fingernails into his tough skin, whimpering and screaming to the heavens.

And when it snaps, you’re just… blown. Nothing but sensation and feeling. Your orgasm ripples up and down your spine as you go all fuzzy, brain waves stuck on static. Poseidon forces his way up, resting his weight on his knuckles to watch you come. Tits bouncing, mouth hanging, eyes rolled back as tears leak down your cheeks. He fucks you right through the rush of it all, growing louder and gruffer as your warm cunt spasms around him, gripping him tight as your clit jumps.

As you shout, scream his name for all to hear, grab your tits to tease your nipples while you come, his hips become errant. He grunts hard and loud as he slams into you with everything he has until he can’t hold it any longer. He coats your already hot walls with his white hot silk— pumps you right full. Pulls out of you and strokes his cock, spilling onto your stomach and cunt, all over your pussy lips and thighs to mark you as his as he moans with a deep satisfaction.

He rubs his cockhead against your thigh, smearing his milky seed along your skin. Your breath continues to shudder as you’re hoisted up into two big arms and crushed against a wide chest. Lazy giggles rolling out as a hand slaps your ass again and again and again like a trainer congratulating his prized mare. Forever insatiable, Poseidon lays back in the grass, settles you on your knees again and wiggles down your body, until his face is right underneath your used sex.

You gasp and giggle again as your body jerks with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the warmth of his tongue through your folds again— but you wiggle down into his face anyway. Way too sensitive and squeamish to be able to handle it, but you just want him. Everything he wants to give, you want to take. He sucks your clit back into his mouth, massages it real slow as he sweeps his hands up and down your tensing thighs.

Hot lips find that little space between your leg and ass, planting little sweet kisses before he bites down into sensitive flesh. Then he’s back to your cunt, tongue sliding, pushing in real slow as he moans deep, savoring your taste and the feel of you on his lips. Two mammoth hands moving up your sides to cup your tits, squeezing hard and pinching two thick nipples as your hips roll against his lips and nose.

It’s these moments where you feel one with the earth. The wind, the sky, the water, the grass, the trees. Basking in his attention, in his warmth and protection, cocooned and consumed by all things Poseidon. It’s these moments, these little, tangible moments, where you get a glimpse of what it must feel like to be him— like an absolute God.

[your-wonderful-stargazer]

All I Ever Wanted

This is my fic for the Stardaya fic exchange by @zendayacs​​ and @palestxrlight​​! This fic was written for @darezaddy​, so I hope you enjoy it! <3

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader (gender neutral) Word count: 1055 Warnings: None Summary: Every time Sam comes home from missions, he wants nothing more than to just be with you.

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( fic ) dangerously having the time of our lives

dangerously having the time of our lives

daredevil | elektra/matt teen, 1758 While talking of their possible future, Elektra uses Matt as a cutting board again.

"You’re smiling," he says, his own lips curving upward. Elektra flushes, peering down at him. "And blushing."

"Am not," she says, quickly tugging the blade from his arm and resting the tip against his throat. He chuckles; not once does he gulp out of fear. If anything, he tilts his chin up a little higher, defiant within his trust in her. "Now, Matthew," she says overly cheerfully, "I need to prepare dinner."

He cocks his brow. "Do you? Funny how dinner’s now at two in the afternoon."

[lishielish]

A Stark Reality - Chapter 25

Pairings: Tony Stark x OFC

Summary: Evelyn Abel awakes in Avengers Tower with a pounding headache and more questions than answers. Armed with the knowledge of the MCU, she’s determined to find a way to keep the snap from happening. But first she needs to gain the trust of the Avengers, and decide what information is safe to share, all while battling nightmares that take her breath away.

Series Tags: Slow Burn-ish, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Universe, Canon Related, Isekai, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dreams and Nightmares, Nightmares, Drinking, Alcohol, Swearing, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Omniscient, Self-Indulgent, Not Beta Read, Eventual Romance, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Tony Stark, trying hard to let Tony Stark live happily ever after, eventually, Flirting, some steve/evelyn, not quite a triangle, Domestic Avengers, Post-Iron Man 3, Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Blood and Injury, Medical Procedures, Fluff and Angst

Word Count: 2,781

Chapter 25 of 26

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One Fine Morning

Evelyn awoke the next morning alone in bed.  She swallowed her disappointment and reminded herself that Tony had a million things to do on any given day, and relaxing in bed with her probably wasn’t one of them.  She got up, stretched, got dressed for the day, and was on her way out the door when she nearly bumped into him.

“Whoa, watch out!  Hot stuff, coming through,” he said, as a cup of coffee teetered in each hand.

“You got that right,” she smirked, holding the door open for him.

He set a cup down on the nightstand on her side of the bed, and walked back to his side with the other.

“What are you doing dressed already?  That wasn’t part of the plan,” he said as he pulled his phone out and placed it next to his coffee.

“Oh?  And what was the plan?” she asked as she sat herself on the bed, her back against the headboard, and watched as he did the same.

“Hot coffee in bed with my hot girl in her hot pj’s.”

She damn near cackled.  “I didn’t realize my sweatpants were such a turn on.”

“Those sweats, with that top?  On you?  Every time.”  He reached for his coffee, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.  “But I might be able to work with jeans,” he said, then took a tentative sip.

“Oh?  Don’t strain yourself,” she said wryly, then blew on her coffee.

“So,” he pressed his lips just above her ear, “are we really not gonna talk about what’s wrong with my suit?”

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