In honor of our first doomsday trailer, I wanted to write something about my favorite heroes.
Warning(s): Uhh idk nostalgia before everyone gets wrecked in ADD???, a little swearing, & a good time.
Synopsis: Another one of Tony’s well hosted parties at Avengers Tower. Who would want to miss out?
"Honestly, Big Guy. We gotta get you out of the lab more," Tony spoke from the doorway, startling Bruce a little.
The wavy-haired scientist looked up from his microscope, showing minimal interest in the subject. Tony was popping almonds in his mouth like candy, already in his perfectly tailored suit.
"Party's starting, and I know chicks dig brains but lose the coat for tonight," the billionaire suggests before pushing himself off the doorway and walking off.
Bruce waited until Tony was out of hearing range before muttering, "Yeah yeah..." and returning his attention to the bacteria he was observing.
"Hey FRIDAY, how's everything looking?" Tony asked, ascending up the small flight of stairs and already hearing party goers in the lounge.
"Many guests have arrived and I've ensured that your curated playlist for the evening is already playing, as requested." the Ai responded.
"Well, it was more the kid's request but hopefully he doesn't play anything too new," Tony said, not wanting to have to learn yet another viral song that Peter insisted was good just because he heard a snippet of it online.
Tony looked around with a proud smile, seeing that everyone was enjoying themselves. Sure, he didn't know every single person on the guest list, but he was sure they would all talk of Tony Stark's awesome hosting skills by the end of the night.
Steve and Sam were wandering around the pool table, beers in hand, just as Peter strolled up to them.
"Don't tell me that's alcohol juvenile," Sam remarked, pointing to the glass in the teen's hand.
"And if it was?" Peter asked coolly just as Steve snatched it into his grasp. "Hey man-C-Cap," he said quickly, watching the super soldier take a whiff.
"Apple juice," Steve stated with a small laugh, handing the cup back to Peter who's shoulders slumped.
"Keep your voice down," Peter pleaded in a whisper, looking around.
"Ah! The Spiderling!" Thor's thunderous voice boomed as he walked up to the three. "Good to see you again," he grinned, clapping the kid on the back.
"Hey Mr. Thor," Peter chirped, his energy up once again.
"Tell me more of this earthling school you attend," the God of Thunder insisted. "Do you learn of enchanted roots and plants before or after learning how to subdue a three-headed creature?" he asked curiously.
The teen looked back at him confused before replying, "Like herbology?"
"Precisely." Thor nodded.
"Well, I've only heard about that kinda stuff in the Harry Potter movies," the teen answered, causing the God's brow to lift as more questions entered his mind.
"Tell me more of this Harry, son of Potter as we peruse Stark's kitchen," Thor suggests, his arm now fully around Peter's shoulders. "I require help in my search for the pop tarts," he adds as they walked off.
"It's been him?" Sam scoffed in astonishment. "He's the one eating the pop tarts in one sitting?" he looked to Steve quicky.
"Always been," the super soldier shrugged just as the elevator chimed, notifying that someone else has joined the party.
With hands shoved in his pockets, hair combed back neatly, and his beard newly trimmed - in walked Bucky. Shy and apprehensive as ever but decided to make an appearance tonight.
"Hey James," a feminine called out from behind the bar.
The brunette turned and saw Nat, who's current mission was to try to keep the over consumption of alcohol to a minimum tonight. Bucky's lips formed a small smile at the greeting and took his seat at the bar.
"Glad you could make it," the red head said, leaning over the counter before asking "What can I get ya?".
"Uh...Nothing too fancy," Bucky requested kindly.
Natasha served him scotch in a chilled glass and one of those fancy cubes of ice from the fridge.
"Thanks," he nodded before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip. "Shouldn't you be enjoying the party over there with the rest of them?" he asked, his vibranium arm creaking back to point at their friends.
"Well, someone needs to keep an eye on the alcohol," the assassin shrugged, "Plus, people watching is fun." she adds shamelesly.
"There he is!" Sam cheered as he and Steve approached the bar, taking their seats beside Bucky.
"It's not a big deal," Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes at Sam's enthusiasm.
"And he got a lil' dressed up," Sam hummed, not caring about the grumpy ray of sun beside him.
"It's a nice look Buck," Steve assured, noticing the dress shirt under his best friend's leather jacket.
Clint plopped down on one of the unoccupied couches and sighed a breath of relief, resisting the urge to kick his feet up. But just as he thought he earned a moment to himself, the twins joined him.
"Oh, hey guys," he greeted, trying to sit up a bit, "Enjoying yourselves?"
"Definitely," Wanda nodded, amused by the chaos around her.
Pietro sped off and returned with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, stolen from one of the servers.
"Where are your manners?" Wanda tsked her older brother, raising her palm and flicking a finger upward.
Suddenly, the tray in Pietro's hands began rising to the ceiling. The speedster rolled his eyes at the levitating food.
"Not fair," He groaned as Clint just watched the interaction, wishing he had popcorn.
Then poof, a bucket of movie theater popcorn appeared in his lap. Wanda gave the older avenger a smile before returning the tray back to the bewildered waitstaff who was insisting to his boss that it had vanished.
"I can take another one you know?' Pietro reminded his sister, who was already fed up with his childish ways.
"And I can take it from you just as easily," the witch retorted before her brother walked off.
"I should start asking for your help getting up into the vents," Clint admitted. "My back's not as young as it used to be," he adds, eating from the seemingly never-emptying bucket.
"You know I hear you in there," Wanda reveals, "Eating chips, watching videos, spying on people" she lists off.
"Don't shame a guy for his knack of boots on the ground journalism," he replied, throwing his hands up in defense.
"You climbed in there to watch Bucky go to the kitchen last week," Wanda reminded.
"And aren't you glad that I asked Shuri and T'Challa to send us a vibranium refrigerator?" Clint quipped, "The guy ripped the fridge door clean off," he reiterates, pulling his arm back to reenact how Bucky literally disarmed the kitchen appliance.
So much went on in Avenger's tower that night.
Rhodey and Sam had to call multiple taxies for the guests who got a little too drunk to drive home.
Bruce finally joined the party after Vision listed off the reasons why secluding oneself from co-human activity was bad for one's mental health.
Thor tore another humongous hole through the quinjet landing platform because he insisted on retrieving the best mead in all of Asgard.
Steve showed Peter his vinyl collection, insisting that some classic tunes should be included in the teen's Spotify playlists.
Wanda winning countless rounds of Jenga, but no one dared to suspect that she was cheating.
Tony getting a call from Pepper and having to assure her that everything was fine even though she got a message from Happy about the ventilation system getting switched off again. We all know it was Clint anyway.
Nat and Bucky sharing a beer and watching as everyone got totally shit faced from the safety of the bar area.
"A much needed face ride for the soon-to-be Mrs. Fisher" Drabble
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Just moments ago, you were sat at the kitchen island trying to put together the seating chart for the wedding reception. Not sure about either having round tables or long tables. Why did Aunt Mel not want to sit with Uncle Jo? Wondering if lilies would clash with the shade "butter yellow".
Conrad, your sweet fiance, couldn't handle watching you nearly descend into madness after he asked if you wanted to grab burgers for dinner.
"Maybe if the other twenty percent of our invitees answered the RSVP on time, then I would have an answer Con," you groaned in defeat.
Wordlessly, Conrad plucked you from your seat and carried you into your shared bedroom. You watched as he single-handedly removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere behind him.
He crawled onto the bed and placed his hands at your tented knees, pulling them apart. You held your breath as Conrad's eyes never left yours. Yet his hands caressed your thighs up and down, getting dangerously close to your core.
You watched as he pulled your skirt down and you lifted your legs subconsciously. He then brushed the back of his finger against your clothed cunt, your slick dampening your panties.
"You've gotten yourself all worked up baby," Conrad said, finally breaking the silence. "Stressing about napkins and matching table linens," he shook his head as he spoke, as if he was disappointed.
"I just want everything to perfect," you reminded as your fiance hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your panties. "F-for us," you stuttered just as Conrad yanked them off smoothly. "Gosh, there's just gonna be so many people there a-and I don't want them to b-be bored at our wedding," you reasoned.
"Yeah, what else?" he asked as he looked at your soaked cunt.
"We still gotta hire a DJ," you mentioned, Conrad slipping a finger passed your folds slowly. Your hips pushed back at the sensation but he only moved his finger in deeper.
"Tell me more," Conrad instructed as he leaned in to the gap between your thighs.
"I-I'm still waiting to hear back from the v-venue-Fuck!" you choked as he began placing short licks repeatedly against your clit. Conrad's face couldn't even be seen anymore but feeling his mouth work made your mind shut off.
Unbeknownst to you, Conrad smirked before beginning to lap up the wetness pouring from your aching hole. Your hand flew to the top of his hand, grabbing a fistful of his soft hair.
His mouth and his hand moved in a fluid motion, like he had entered genuine flow state. Pumping and sucking while your moans echoed through the house. He made a mental note of the way your voice cracked whenever his finger curled against the walls of your pussy.
Conrad pulled away just as you began seeing stars, a string of saliva strung from your cunt to his lips. You gasped as the feeling of his warm mouth was taken from you abruptly.
Your fiance wasted no time in getting rid of your shirt and unhooking your bra for you. The two of you then switched places, with Conrad at the head of bed and you at the foot. But Conrad lied down flat and motioned for you to come closer.
Carefully, you sat on his lap, feeling his hard-on poke at you from the restraints of his jeans. You began rocking your hips to create friction until Conrad spoke.
"No, sit on my face."
Your eyes widened in shock but you certainly weren't one to disobey. As you aligned yourself with Conrad's mouth, his hands pulled you down - his tongue darting into your cunt. A moan ripped from your throat at the sensation. Your hips began to sway up and down, eyes glossing over.
You found yourself with knuckles white as you held onto the headboard for balance. Conrad, with his irises blown and his hands fastened at your waist.
"Oh," you shuddered as Conrad delicately enveloped your sensitive bud with his tongue.
His hands slithering up your chest and cupping your tits. He squeezed them gently, only making you throw your head back in pure bliss. Conrad then moved onto rubbing your hardened nipples with his thumbs.
Every worry about your wedding was long forgotten in this moment. And Conrad wouldn't want to relieve his fiancee of her stress in other way.
Not to toot my own horn but hot damn. I'm missing my fav fisher :(
hello! I wanted to ask if you could write something for Benedict Bridgerton, with numbers 17 and 27, a bit angsty but with a fluffy ending. My idea is that they have been friends for a long time and she is close to his sisters, but she likes him and she gets jealous.
"Only Ever You" | B. Bridgerton
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Warning(s): None
Your family has resided next the Bridgertons for as long as you could remember. Both mothers of the house inviting the families over for tea, a getaway on the country-side, or for a simple supper.
From childhood, you had always been close with Eloise. A shared likeness for literature and both believing that the world truly needed a woman's voice to make it a bit more interesting. You've also developed a love for art, thanks to Benedict, the second eldest Bridgerton.
You couldn't quite place the time your feelings for him changed. Maybe it was when he would whisk you away by the arm whilst on promenade to keep away any eager suitors and debutantes or when you both visited an art gallery, staring at a masterpiece, fingers brushing together.
But one thing was certain, Benedict Bridgerton did not fancy a young girl like you. You were aware of the lifestyle he lived, a free and liberal one at that. Attending soirees, drinking merrily, and sleeping with whomever he pleased.
You were raised a proper lady, one who excelled in whatever her governess taught and found it easy to impress visitors with her skillful hands playing the harp.
However, Benedict never treated you any different despite the difference in age or the various phases you both went through as you matured. Always greeting you with a charming smile and meaningful conversation.
Lady Bridgerton and your Mother never pushed, but their eyes always lingered in admiration for the way you both got a long.
All who witnessed it saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever Benedict spoke. A twinkle of admiration and something a little more. But you were sure that he only saw a friend who cherished his presence just as much as he did their's. And the latest Whistledown seemingly confirmed your suspicions.
The gossip column arrived on doorsteps all around Mayfair. Just days after Lady Danbury hosted the very first ball of the season.
As you sat in your home's drawing room, the sound of excited footsteps came from down the hall. Eloise rushed through the doorway and stood before you.
"The latest Whistledown has arrived!" she held two pamphlets in her hand triumphantly before lowering them down to your eye level.
You took one eagerly from her with an anticipated gasp as she joined you on the sofa. Eloise cleared her throat before reading;
"Dearest Gentle Reader,
The season has at last risen from her slumber, and as the ball held at Danbury Estate revealed, the ton has returned with renewed zeal. This writer must commend the hostess, for not all who orchestrate a gathering can do it as masterfully as Lady Danbury.
Apart from the ball room adorned with crystal chandeliers, wall draped silks and jewels, a certain gentleman caught this writer's attention. For seemingly, his mind was not set to depart from festivities as he's done previously.
It would seem that Mr. Benedict Bridgerton has developed a distracting habit. For he spent a large portion of the evening stationed in one corner of the ballroom, paying no heed to the conversation held in front of him.
Whether the lady he focused on from afar was made aware of the unwavering attention, remains a mystery. Perhaps, someone ought to suggest that she look up and around from her conversations with others long enough to catch Mr. Bridgerton's hopeful glances.
One can hope she returns his affection, before his gaze wanders elsewhere."
Eloise looked up from the paper with a look of disgust, "I didn't want to read about my brother's love life in today's pamphlet" she said, pressing the paper flat on the cushion beside her.
Whatever else your best friend had said in that moment became a distant whisper.
"The mystery lady couldn't possibly be me" you thought, because how could it?
There were countless other marriage-minded ladies in London that Whistledown could be referring to. Your mind retraced every moment you had with Benedict;
He smile every time I am near... he smiles at everyone
He acknowledges my interests... he was being polite
He seeks me out... because that's what good friends do
The thought of Benedict having any romantic interest in you felt ridiculous, humorous at this point.
"I wonder who she is," you wondered aloud, a sense of intrigue and curiosity overtaking you.
"Who?" Your brunette friend questioned, whipping around to look at you.
"The woman who caught Benedict's eyes," you clarified, raising the paper slightly before dropping it back onto your lap.
"Well whoever she is, ruined my morning," Eloise huffed, "Say, why don't we try these chocolate truffles to ease our minds of this rather ridiculous column?" she suggested, already reaching for the desserts on the table in front of her.
You suddenly felt significantly less interested in whatever today's itinerary held in store. The smile you held faltered, conversation seemed less entertaining, and your world felt like it had been colored a shade of grey.
"Who has captured your attention dear?" Violet asked her son, entering the drawing room.
"I haven't got a clue as to what you are referring to, Mother," Benedict responded honestly, having barely gotten out of bed and dressed as it is.
"Well the Whistledown-" Lady Bridgerton began.
"Speaks rumors and lies once more?" her son replied with an amused look.
"What has she written about our family this time?" Francesca questioned as Lady Bridgerton offered her the latest issue in her hand. "Ah yes, Benedict's hopeful eyes have garnered the attention of the entire ton," she sums up sarcastically but still matter-of-fact.
"I have not done anything with my eyes that would be significant enough to write an entire gossip column about it!" Benedict's eyes widened in shock, his arms momentarily thrown above his head in defeat.
"It says here, that you spent a majority of Lady Danbury's ball gawking at an unknowingly lady,' Francesca said, her eyes flickering from her mother to her brother.
"That's preposterous," Benedict insisted, sinking a bit more into his chair as he attempted to recollect his memories from that night.
As he sat there in deep thought, pinching the bridge of his nose - you and Eloise waltzed in. He peeked over his shoulder and offered a small wave.
"Hi," You blushed, but the dreadful feeling in your stomach hadn't died down just yet.
Eloise ushered you towards the sofa across from a very concentrated Benedict. She insisted that a change in scenery would uplift the random change in your demeanor.
"So who's the lucky lady?" Eloise teased, leaning forward.
"Not you as well," Benedict grumbled, his eyes rolling hard in disbelief.
Just then, John, the Bridgerton's footman cleared his throat and announced, "A Lady Cowper and Miss Cowper are here to see you, Mr. Bridgerton" his eyes locked on the back of Benedict's head.
"Wonderful," Eloise commented bitterly as Mrs. Wilson and the other housemaids flooded the drawing room with refreshments.
You watched as Benedict quickly adjusted his attire and brushed a hand through his hair. "How do I look?" He asked jokingly, looking to you.
"Handsome," you answered truthfully.
"Stupid," Eloise retorted at the same time.
In came Cressida and her mother. Cressida's undeniably well-constructed hair and her dress an eye-sore shade of magenta.
Benedict rose to his feet and Lady Bridgerton moved and stood at his side. They greeted the pair with a warm smile, Lady Bridgerton ushered for them to take their seats at the farther end of the drawing room.
She then turned to you and Eloise and spoke, "Out you go ladies, and do take Francesca with you please,".
You watched as Cressida and Benedict slipped into conversation immediately. The blond fanning herself slowly as she giggled at whatever words he spoke, easily amused. Benedict wore a kind smile and never once pulled his gaze from her, even as you departed.
Cressida had always been known as the opportunistic type. But seeing the way Benedict spoke to her - you hadn't even realized that the pair shared a bit of chemistry.
In the days that followed, Eloise would update you regarding Cressida's increasing presence at the Bridgerton's. Which was why you found yourselves either lounging in the comfort of your own home or on promenade more often.
You saw less and less of Benedict, seeing that his attention had been drawn somewhere else. This made it easier at times not to interact with him because one would never want to sway a man's decision. And Benedict clearly chose Cressida.
Even though the pairing was a bit odd, you didn't have a say. Benedict was never your's and neither were you his. Maybe that's what pained you the most, knowing that you never stood a chance.
"Will you be attending the concert later this evening?" asked Eloise, pulling you from deep thought while you strolled through the park.
"Yes, my parents have decided that we would," you nodded, "And you?"
"God no, I will find myself fallen ill and bound to my bed shortly before my family departs," she says with smile, proud of her plan.
"Is a concert just so dreadful?" you laughed as she nudged your shoulders together playfully.
"I simply do not feel like being cinched into a corset all evening and finding myself unable to breath," Eloise explained, linking her arm in yours as you continued your walk.
You looked out the window as the carriage came to a halt in front of the theater. You noticed the Bridgertons had arrived as well, stepping out of their carriage one after the other.
"Lady Bridgerton," your mother called out to her friend as she stepped out.
You and your father followed and found yourself face to face with Benedict. He stood there charming as ever in a gorgeous, rich shade of blue.
"Good evening," he greeted with a playful bow.
You did the same with a smile, "Good evening to you as well, Benedict".
"Apologies, Eloise has successfully managed to remain at home for the evening," he mentions as he fell in stride with you.
"She mentioned she would this morning," you noted, Benedict's eyes lighting up in surprise. "Something regarding a corset and not wanting to be stuck in it." you added.
"If I had to wear one, I wouldn't wish to be in one all evening either," Benedict admitted just as someone stepped in front you. "Ms. Cowper," he announced as she shot you a conniving smirk.
She squirmed herself in between the two of you and locked arms with Benedict. "Mr. Bridgerton," she sighed sweetly before her gloved hand motioned for you to be gone.
You turned on your heel, agitated and not hesitating to leave the two alone. Your feet carried you further into the theater as you tracked down where your parents had gone.
After locating them in the Bridgerton's booth, you took a seat in the same row as Colin and Francesca. The three of you laughed at Eloise's ploy to not be in attendance just before the lights in the theater dimmed.
Lady Bridgerton turned to you and wore of look of confusion as if you someone was missing. "Where's Benedict, dear?" she asked quietly.
"He must be with Cressida," you replied, hoping your response didn't sound as disgruntled as the way it formulated in your mind.
Lady Bridgerton paused for a moment before turning back around and resuming her conversation with your mother and Lady Danbury.
Moments later, after the orchestra performed the first piece piece of the night, Benedict came in, and gestured for Colin to move down a seat - vacating the one on your left.
"What have I missed?" he asked you in a hushed tone after taking his seat. The way his hot breath danced dangerously close to your ear made you shiver.
"A violin concerto in d major by Beethoven," you whispered back, trying not to focus on how close he hovered next to you.
"I've been looking for you," he admitted, "You rushed off after Cressida arrived." he reminded, still quiet as ever.
You looked at him, not truly believing that he was searching for you after being whisked away earlier.
After receiving no response he mentioned, "I haven't seen of you recently. Perhaps you're avoiding me." he meant for it to be a light-hearted jab.
"You've been busy," you said, eyes returning to the stage below you.
"It seems as though you've been busy as well," Benedict suggests but didn't receive a response. Something tells him that there was something amiss with you.
Your usually talkative and bright self has seemingly crawled back into her shell. Benedict is never one to pry but a feeling of genuine concern rushed through him.
"Is something the matter?" he asks, causing something inside you to rupture but you took a deep breath.
"I hope you're happy," you say with a strained smile, not daring to face Benedict.
His own smile falters at your words and merely says, "What?". Benedict's mind scoured for any reason that could've resulted in your coldness.
"Cressida?" you remind but he still doesn't fully understand. "She seems lovely," you say before clearing your throat as Benedict fell back into his seat.
But then he realizes and turns to look at you once more, your eyes couldn't help but turn to his blueish-green orbs. He searched your face for a moment, hinting that you were joking but he could only see an unreadable expression.
"Are you jealous?" Benedict blurts out, but it doesn't roll off his tongue teasingly but almost...offended. "Is that what you think?" he questions as the heat of embarrassment rises to your cheeks.
Before you could think of anything else, you rose from your seat and excused yourself. You found your father and claimed that you felt unwell. Lying, in hopes that you would leave this retched concert.
Benedict watches as you depart with your parents just moments after he had finally made a breakthrough. He felt as though he was spiraling as his mind replayed every moment.
The Whistledown pamphlet, Cressida sticking to his side like a disease, and your newfound avoidance and coldness. It finally clicked, you believed that he had found someone else.
Cressida hadn't even entered his mind as someone he could picture himself marrying, let alone courting. In his mind, he was merely being polite since he was meant to be a gentleman in society. But doing this only pushed you away from him. He ultimately decided that he must do something about it.
In truth, Benedict realized that the one person he looked for in any room was you. Now he worried that you believed he had taken your feelings for granted. He was just too oblivious to notice at first.
Benedict was now in a carriage, insisting to the Coachman that it was of high importance that he make it to his destination. The evening moon trailed after the carriage, as it rushed across cobble and dirt roads. He had left the concert early, determined to speak with you at once.
He nearly launched himself through the carriage door and handed the coachman a shilling or two more than the posted rate, thanking him for making haste.
His fist met with your front door, hopefully knocking loud enough to wake anyone. The door swung open and your footman looked at the rather disheveled and breathless Bridgerton.
"Mr. Bridgerton?" he asked, "Are you alright?"
He requested your presence, "Wake her if necessary,' he instructed as he entered your home.
Benedict watched as the footman nodded and called over one of the house maids, murmuring something inaudible. The maid then rushed up the stairs and out of Benedict's view.
Moments later, you came downstairs in your nightgown with your hair braided neatly over your shoulder. Seeing Benedict this late at night caused your brows to stitch together in confusion.
"Benedict, what are you doing here?" you asked, gesturing at the house staff to leave the foyer where the two of your stood.
"I came to see you," He replied, his hands placed at his hips.
"Clearly," you huffed, "It's nearly midnight," you said with wide eyes.
"I had to speak with you, before you conjured up anymore wrong assumptions," Benedict explained, making your bite the inside of your cheek anxiously. "I enjoy your company immensely. Then your visits stopped and instead I was bothered by countless debutantes. Even Eloise became unbearable," he smiled, you laughed at this. Your laugh made his smile grow exponentially. "I wish it hadn't taken me so long to realize what I was missing," he confesses as he looked into your eyes.
Your breath nearly hitched under his intense gaze. "So... you weren't looking at Cressida?" you asked, Benedict's face contorted at this.
"I hardly noticed she was in attendance," he shook his head. "In every room, I long for your presence. I look forward to every time we speak to one another because you feel like a breath of fresh air. It is like you add color to my life. Colors that even as an artist, I never knew could be created." he said, his eyes possessing the very hope you read about before.
"The look of hope was meant for me," You finally realized.
Benedict didn't wait a moment longer and crashed his lips against yours. His hands cupped your face gently, like he was afraid to break you again. The two of you relaxed as your mouths mold together.
You smile into the kiss and so does he. As it deepens, it isn't one of lust but one of relief. Relief from misunderstanding and feelings no longer being hidden from one another. You both instinctively pulled back from the kiss and gazed into each other's eyes.
Benedict wanted to picture or rather paint this moment, exactly as it was - perfect.
He grazed his thumb against your soft lips, wanting to kiss them once more. But instead, he took your hand into his grasp and began walking towards the door.
"Where are we going?" you asked as he opened it quickly.
"We must tell my mother," Benedict announces, "I've grown awfully tired of allowing people to guess where my admiration lies," he says with a smile.
Synopsis: Both chosen by the Dark Lord to assassinate Albus Dumbledore. Along the way, you question whether you are following orders or your own desires.
Part 2 - “Chosen”
“Young Draco has been given…a great honor,” said Voldemort as you stood before him in the Malfoy’s drawing room. “Or so he perceives,” he adds with a faint smile.
You stood straight, hands clasped together as the Dark Lord spoke. He was as intimating and nightmarish to look at, just like your elders described.
“You will observe him. Never interfering...less the mission becomes compromised.” He instructs.
“And if he falters, you must be the one to kill Albus Dumbledore,” he says, his smile contouring into one of serious evil.
Your hands were pressed together so tight that you hadn’t noticed the crescent moons your nails had dug into them. The realization hit you quickly, you were Malfoy’s insurance policy.
“Yes my Lord,” you nod and bow your head slightly. “We will not fail you,” you promise before turning on your heel and making way for the door.
“The boy must never know,” Voldemort’s voice echoed behind you, hauntingly.
In the days leading up to the long-awaited holiday break, you and Draco looked forward to spending this time together. While most of the school went home for the holidays, the two of you decided to stay back and ensure the cabinet remained connected with its twin at Borgin and Burke's.
There was a buzz about a party Professor Slughorn was hosting on the last day of classes. Having received no invite, Draco still insisted you hang around that particular wing of the castle. You chalked it up to the blond having a case of FOMO (fear of missing out).
Draco, in his perfectly tailored black suit jacket and you, in a turtleneck and a short plaid skirt. As you both made your way over, Draco couldn't help but fall back in his stride. He wasn't sure if it was the teenage tendencies, but his eyes were glued to your figure. As they usually did in recent weeks.
You walked ahead of him by a few paces, unaware that Draco was distracted by the way your hips swayed. The clicking of the heel of your boots placed him deeper into a trance.
Abruptly, you came to a complete stop and spun around to face him - noticing that he had fallen behind. Draco went red in the face, feeling like a little kid caught playing with a family heirloom.
"You were staring at my arse," you called out with a smirk, the kind of smile Draco usually wore but for this instance - it was best equipped by you.
"I was not!" He countered then pointed down at your skirt. "I was merely appreciating the pattern," he insisted, feigning innocence.
You scoffed and stepped even closer. Draco gulped at this, getting a whiff of your perfume.
"Draco, you are a sore excuse of a liar." you sighed but amused all at once. "You know, telling someone they look nice isn't hard."
"I would have eventually, had you not-"
"Draco."
"You are beautifully captivating," he said after taking in a breath, glad you saved him from going on an embarrassed tangent. "My attention is drawn to you, every moment we're together."
Your heart began beating faster at his words. Blushing so hard, you were practically swooning over him.
Draco placed his hands at your waist and gently pulled you towards him. Your hands found their place on his chest. The synced exhale you shared made the two of you laugh a little.
"I think you are a flirt and quite handsome," you commented, getting lost in his grey-blue eyes.
There was no verbal response after that, for Draco had already pressed his lips against yours. Upon contact, your body felt as though it was melting into his.
Draco feverishly kissed your lips, the hold around your waist tightening. Your hands found his perfectly groomed hair and snaked through til' you were able to tug softly at its roots.
He let out a groan against your lips, but the moment was cut short when the sound of uneven shuffling echoed through the halls. You both separate from each other's touch immediately. Your necks snapped in the direction of a flickering light bouncing of the stone walls.
"Filch," Draco said, being able to identify the slowly growing sound of disgruntled grumbling from a medium distance. "Go," he told you with a reassuring nod.
You briskly moved away from him and hid behind one of the carved pillars, blanketed by the dark of the night sky. The blond threw his head back as if to not-so-obviously fix the mess you made just seconds earlier.
"Oi you!" Filch barked, "What you think yer doin' lurkin' around, Malfoy?" he interrogated as he came into view and took Draco by the collar.
"Unhand me you fat wit," Draco groaned, his eyes flashing to you for a moment.
After they had passed you, you trailed behind the pair almost immediately. You watched as Filch yanked Draco into Slughorn's party and the door shut behind them.
You cursed under your breath, hoping that everything was alright but just as quickly as they went in-Snape and Draco came storming out. You backed up quickly and pressed your back to the wall, hoping that Snape didn't spot you.
"Draco, did you send that necklace?" you heard Snape question accusingly.
"Maybe I did hex that girl, maybe I didn't. What's it to you?" Draco snaps back before you heard the sound of thud.
"I swore to protect you. I made an unbreakable vow," Snape whisper shouted.
“I don’t need protection. I was chosen for this. Out of all others. me” Draco responded, filled with pride. “and I won’t fail him,” he said determined.
“You’re afraid draco. You fail to conceal it but it’s obvious. Let me assist you” Snape replied, almost pleading with the boy.
“No. I was chosen. This is my moment” Draco muttered back, then the sound of their steps got closer and closer.
“My office, now.” Snape instructed sternly stopping right in front of you. You looked as Draco stepped forward as well. “Just you.” Snape said, looking at you-clearly annoyed.
“The boy's stupidity shall land you both in danger.” Snape spoke in a low voice, pacing by his desk. “Snuffed out by his recklessness”
“I’m aware sir. I’ve had to deal with what he’s overlooked and his miscalculations” you highlight, cocking your head slightly. “But isn’t that why the dark lord has insisted that I take part in this endeavor? Were you under the impression that Malfoy could carry this to fruition on his own?” you asked, aware how the task set before Draco was indeed great.
“Voldemort never expected Draco to succeed.” Snape answered blankly, making your chest tighten. “Rather, get thrown into Azkaban like his father or die trying.”
It made perfect sense, Voldemort decided to give Draco a mission that could kill him because his father slipped up.
“So, it's more a punishment for Lucius and Narcissa,” you realized verbally before Snape continued on.
“The very moment Draco ceases to prove his usefulness to the Dark Lord; Voldemort won't hesitate to discard of him.” Snape warns. “I'm sure you do not wish that fate upon him or yourself.” he said, a bit rhetorically.
“We won't fail,” you replied. "I'll make sure of it." you nodded, reassuringly. But you were unsure if that was meant for Snape or yourself.
“Your loyalty is overcast by your newfound attachment, “ Snape mentions with an unamused glint in his eye.
“What-” you scoffed, brows ushing together immediately.
“Don’t play coy” Snape's tone quiet but cold, “that sentiment will ruin you both.” he spoke, as if he could already foresee the outcome.
“It won’t interfere with the plan” you insisted, shaking your head.
“Voldemort has assigned you to ensure that the mission is a success. Not to succeed in securing Draco’s heart.” he reminds as you stood up from your seat. “Pity him if you must. Do not let pity alter your judgment.” he said as you exited his office.
As the door creaked shut behind you, a tense breath escaped your lips. Shoulders dropping, wiping your sweaty palm on your skirt as you smoothened out the pleats.
"So that's why," a familiar voice huffed. The voice belonged to Draco.
You turned around, facing the unreadable look on his face. He stood there with arms crossed, standing right next to the door you had just walked through.
"You weren't helping me," the blond shook his head in disgust, "You were monitoring me." he said, now wearing a bitter smile on his lips.
"It's not like that," you tried to disagree but Draco continued.
"But it is, isn't it?" he scoffed, "At every point of this mission, you knew what to do." he realized, you remained silent. "You knew where we would find the twin vanishing cabinet, you understood its magic and took charge when we had to fix it too." he blinked. "That's why you snapped at me when I hexed Katie Bell. You hoped I didn't muck anything up, was it?" he spat out your exact words.
You could only stand there as Draco spoke, the spark you both shared was gone. Because everything was revealed, against the exact orders of the Dark Lord.
Draco's look of betrayal broke your heart, "Voldemort didn't believe in me and neither did you," he said bitterly.
"You don't know that" you argued, finally speaking up. "I helped you, Draco," you clarified.
"Is that what Voldemort told you to do?" He retorted with a brow raised. "Did he also tell you to pretend?"
He was met with silence.
"To stay up with me in the room of requirement and laugh with me?"
Draco stepped closer, nearly towering of you at this point.
"Letting me think that there was truly someone who..." his voice broke, "Finally chose me?” He asked. You are cruel." He spat, your eyes brimmed with tears at this.
"No!" you shouted, hands balled into fists as you threw them at your sides. You were tired of how Draco painted you in his mind, but you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for blindly letting him think it was just fate. "I was told to make sure that you never failed," your tone hurt, "He never told me to fall in love with you."
Draco's jaw clenched at this, he wasn't sure who or what to believe anymore. If you had gone this long baiting him with false security, how much else could you have been lying about? Why should he bother believing you now?
"How convenient." Two words, cutting deeper than you imagined.
You mouth hung slightly agape, tears racing down your chin at his cruelty. Draco then walked straight past you, not lingering a moment longer. Hoping you wouldn't hear his heart break.
This chapter might be a little shorter but it's a juicy one. Comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list for the final part! I hope you enjoyed!
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“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”
“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”
“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”
“Where are you?”
“What happened?”
“Have you been taking care of yourself?”
“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”
“Is that my book?”
“Are they dead?”
“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”
“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”
“Come back to bed. Please.”
“You’re who they warned me about.”
“Come back.”
“You should’ve listened to me.”
“I haven’t seen you in days.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”
“Why is there a deer in the room?”
“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”
“It’s not my choice.”
“Can we take this home?”
“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”
“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”
“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”
“Come home.”
“I hope you’re happy.”
“They don’t need to know.”
“I made this for you.”
“Why is arson always your first answer?”
“Is this really the time for jokes?”
“You always do this.”
“Wake me up when it’s over.”
“You look happy.”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”
“Do you want that?”
“Don’t let go.”
“Just let me stay.”
“Can I at least tell my side of the story?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”
“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”
“Are you afraid to die?”
“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Have you been sleeping?”
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
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Character List:
XO, Kitty
Minho Moon
Dae Heon Hong
Harry Potter, FB&WTFT
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Newt Scamander
Sinners (2025)
Elias "Stack" Moore
Bo Chow
Marvel CU
Steve Rogers
Tony Stark
Bucky Barnes
Peter Parker
Clint Barton
Marc Spector / Steven Grant
Ikaris
Bridgerton
Anthony Bridgerton
Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Synopsis: Both chosen by the Dark Lord to assassinate Albus Dumbledore. Along the way, you question whether you are following orders or your own desires.
Part 1 | The Dark Lord’s Newest Recruit
The nearly desolate Diagon Alley made the hairs on the back of your arm stand straight. It felt like the usually bustling shops had been long abandoned since the return of the Lord Voldemort. Your footsteps pattered against the wet cobblestone streets, as you guided Draco to your destination. But you also made a point to keep your hand by your wand, which was sheathed by your cloak's pocket. Making sure that nobody was following after you.
After weaving through dark alleyways and slipping past not-so-friendly folk, the two of you found yourselves at the front of Borgin & Burke's. The usually cocky Malfoy was looking a little apprehensive - maybe scared even.
Ever since Draco had receive the dark mark, he was very unlike himself. But what relieved some of this burdensome task was your newfound companionship.
Al-throughout your years attending Hogwarts and being sorted into the same house, neither of you never necessarily mingled or became friends. Same classes at times, but he never expected this team up.
You pushed open the door which triggered the ringing of bells to notify the others of your arrival. Draco however hesitated, with a look that can only be described as nervous before he stepping in.
Mr. Borgin turned in your direction and you quickly stepped forward with your sleeve yanked up, revealing the dark mark on your forearm. Draco, with his wrist shaking slightly, copied your actions.
"We make this visit with orders from the Dark Lord," you announced as the snake looked like it could jump out of your skin. "Show us the twin vanishing cabinet." you demand, allowing your cloak to fall over your shoulders fully once again.
You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the other shady individuals in the shop were also followers of Voldemort. Draco did the same motion, he eyes lingering as if studying every person's face carefully
Mr. Borgin guided you to the back of the shop where other out-of-the ordinary relics were being stored. But the vanishing cabinet stood in the middle of it all, intimidatingly tall and covered with dust.
The main purpose of restoring the magic of the twin cabinets was to eventually allow death eaters to enter castle grounds undetected. Especially since various security measures have been created and maintained to highest order.
"It's broken, you see," Mr. Borgin grumbled, standing by the side of it.
"Then fix it," Draco responds with a huff. "The Dark Lord demands it," he insists, stepping forward with his wand already in hand. "He'll leave your corpse to rot in its limbo if you don't act quickly."
Borgin glanced between the two of you, as if you were Malfoy's keeper. But you nodded at his harsh words and looked up at the cabinet with a small squint.
"Do as you are told," you uttered, inspecting it up and down. "We'll fix the other one and restore the magic connection between the twin cabinets." you explained before Draco spoke up once more.
"We expect this repair to be done with utmost urgency," he says as he walked right up to Borgin. "No delays or-" he was cut off by the send feeling of a hand yanking him backward.
Followed by your voice in his ear saying, "Don't over do it," you reminded with your hand still firm on his shoulder. "And we mustn't spend more time here than necessary." you added, for the pair of you could not miss the train back to Hogwarts.
"Very well," Draco nodded as turned his head slightly.
The train ride was a silent one aside from the excited chatter of other students in your train car. Draco wore an a rather un-amused look on his face even as Blaise, Pansy, and the others tried to make conversation.
But nobody dared to tease or question your's and Draco's sudden alliance. Malfoy was surprised to find that you were somewhat his opposite, truly his counter-part. You were reserved yet upfront, your actions spoke for you whereas Draco always felt the need to say what was top of mind. But he was grateful not to be stuck with an idiot.
Draco was undeniably plagued by the thoughts rushing through his mind. Aside from the copious amounts of the school work that he had to look forward to - there was much more difficulties to overcome this school year
Every night in the room of requirement, the two of your tinkered with the cabinet. Though it did take some time to locate, seeing as the word room felt too small for a space so endless.
Your nightly talks started off as hand me that and try this with various tools and spells. But Draco found himself talking to you, far into the early hours of the morning. Sometimes leaving him with little to no energy to pay attention in class. The two of you began to find enjoyment in being together.
The night that all your shared hard work paid off was all proven by a green apple. Draco stood at your side and you pulled the cabinet door open and placed the apple inside.
"Harmonia Nectere Passus" you said in a hushed tone.
The cabinet creaked slightly and you carefully pulled open the door. The apple had truly vanished, Draco smiled at this triumph but you shook your head.
"Don't celebrate just yet," you tsked before shutting it once more and repeatedly the repair cast once again.
Draco opened the cabinet door, this time, the apple reappeared and at first glance, whole. In disbelief, Draco yanked it from it's spot and examined it more closely.
The palm of his hand made a squelching sound and he held it. Upon turning the apple around, it revealed a bite had been taken out of it.
"A bit peckish," Malfoy commented with a smug look and your hands clasped together happily.
"We must send it back with proof that this thing really works," you insisted and grinned.
Upon hearing this, Draco brought the untouched side of the apple to his mouth and took a bite. You watched as some of the apple's juice dribbled down his lip. He then held the apple to you lips, so you took a bite right next to his.
The intimate moment continued as Draco placed the apple back in the cabinet and whispered, "Harmonia Nectere Passus", one last time and it gave a small rattle.
He ran a hand through his hair and his shoulders relaxed momentarily. You were sure that his smile would eventually make his face sore.
"What now?" Draco asked, turning to you.
"We wait." You nod, "The Dark Lord will be pleased to know we've made progress in our endeavors." you assured him, grabbing his hand in yours.
The both of you looked down at your intertwined fingers. You half expected that Draco would've pulled away but instead, hands still interlaced, he guided you back to the common room.
"This is the first smile you've cracked in months Draco," Pansy said, genuinely happy for her friend as everyone took their seats for breakfast in the great hall.
"Perhaps it is due to his time being spent til the wee hours of the morning with a certain someone," Lorenzo nudged the blond who just shook his head but his smile not wavering.
"Where is she by the way?" asked Theo curiously.
"Forgot her scarf," Draco answered and is if on cue, you waltzed in for breakfast with your gray scarf loosely hanging around your neck.
"Morning," you said politely and sat across from Draco.
Finally, for the first time since school began, you had free time. With no studying or essays to work on for the time being, Draco invited you out to the Three Broomsticks.
Of course you didn't decline but your heart fluttered at his invitation. On your way to Hogsmeade, you noticed that Draco carried a small parcel in the crook of his arm.
"What's that for?" you asked him as the snow crunched beneath your feet.
"Something I need to hand over, then we can grab a butter beer," he promised and you ultimately chose not to pry, continuing your peaceful winter's day stroll.
When the two of you stepped into the pub, Draco motioned for you to take a seat somewhere before he disappeared into the back of the establishment. And so you did, and ordered two butter beers.
After a couple minutes, Slughorn entered, and Harry along with his friends trailed in shortly after. They sat at the table opposite of you, with the chosen one's eyes wandering to you for a fleeting moment with a skeptical look.
Just then, Draco emerged from the back and pulled you up to your feet. He took your hand forcefully and gave Harry a bugger off look before leading you back out into the cold.
"We didn't get our drinks yet, Draco," you groaned at his actions as the breeze hit your face. "What is the matter?' you asked.
"I can't stand Potter and I certainly don't need him or any of his posy to catch onto our plan," he grumbled as the door shut behind him. "Not if I can help it." he shook his head.
"Draco, if you're going to act like that then yes, anyone would find it strange," you deadpanned, "The point of making sure no one catches on is that you are as nonchalant as possible," you explained as you rolled your eyes at his behavior.
"Would you rather he had time to realize that I had done something?" Draco retorted back, dropping your hand at your side.
"What did you do?" you gasped, "Draco-"
"-Not here," he hissed and moved to pull you away from the steps of the pub.
"Don't touch me," you yanked your arm back and decided that you'd being making your way back to the castle. "You better not have mucked anything up." you groaned, not looking back at the disappointed yet hyper-aware Draco.
You felt as though Draco made a simple errand out of what you thought was going to be a date. But then again, it was wrong for you to assume that Draco could conjure up a thought that wouldn't truly benefit him.
Draco didn't allow you time to mope for long, because he was hot on your tail.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, throw his arms up in the air. "I asked you out under the impression that this would have nothing to do with what is currently at hand." he said, attempting to be as vague as possible for anyone passing by.
"And I'm sorry for thinking that you'd even think of me as anything more than your accomplice!" you spat, "Did you just ask me to join you to be your lookout?" you questioned.
"Merlin! Could you stop walking and give me a minute?" Draco asked as the snowfall became heavier.
The two of you were only a ways away from the castle grounds, but you caved in and turned to look at him. Draco's pale face had turned pink from the snow melting on his cheeks.
"What?" you said thickly, arms crossed tightly to show your annoyance and keep you warm.
"You've become more to me than I am able to properly express." he admits as he approached you and uttered your name softly. "There's no denying it and no spell could twist my words. This wasn't meant to be a date. However, I do find myself making up reasons to be around you." He said breathlessly which made you blush.
"But I don't have time to truly figure it out." he admitted which made your heart drop a little. "I wish that I did."
"Figure out what?" you asked, searching his face for clarity.
"My feelings for you." Draco explained and extend his hand out to you and you accepted. "So I won't ask you to be my girlfriend." he shook his head, with your hand in his.
"Then, what do you want Draco?" You wonder, wanting him to spill it out already.
"I want to see where this takes us," he says, looking deeply into your eyes. "If you're up to it that is," he offers.
"I'm okay with that," you promise as Draco lifted your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss atop of it.
"No titles." he adds, "But we are in this together." he assures, giving your hand a tight squeeze.
That statement felt like a vow you could only pray wouldn't bite you back later. And the last thing you wanted to do was disobey the Dark Lord or break Draco's heart.
Can you guys tell that I'm rusty :( Also, please lmk if this was ass.
“Another Whistledown?” A warm voice laced with curiosity questioned.
Colin, your charming husband waltzed into your study. He watched as you scribbled down the upcoming column for the following Tuesday. Ink decorated your fingers as your latest observations pranced from page to page. From various mamas putting their prized possessions daughters on the market to scandalous rakes on the prowl.
Colin wasted no time in positioning himself behind you, peering over your shoulder. A whiff of your perfume raced through his senses and with every deep breath he was further captivated. Your locks of hair slightly tickled his noes as he dipped his face into your neck. Pressing soft kisses into your soft skin.
“C-colin I can’t now, I have to bring this to the printer shop by this evening” you said, haste evident in your wrist “I must keep writing for just a little while longer,” you sigh, countless things racing through your mind that all needed to be addressed.
“Then write something else,” he suggests, his hand cupping your breasts, “How Colin Bridgerton would very much prefer his wife not work so hard.”
“If only it were that easy, but the people of Mayfair-the Queen would have my head if I don’t have these sent out on time,” you remind your husband who was busy fondling your tits in his hands.
Colin saw this as a challenge, a form of foreplay. His hands reluctantly pulled away from your chest and searched for a sheet of paper. Your brow lifted subconsciously at this moment, watching as your husband placed a new sheet on top of the Whistledown draft you were working on.
“Write this, and don’t stop,” Colin ordered, and there was no chance that you’d disobey your husband. “Up,” he instructed and you followed, just for him to drag your chair away from you.
Suddenly he placed a hand at the back of your neck and gently pressed you downward, with your ass pressing against his already hardened cock. You gasped as the clothed bulge rubbed against your cunt.
Colin, with one hand keeping your wrist steady on the desk. He used the other to yank your dress off, feeling as it dropped to your feet. Colin skillfully undid your bodice undergarments as well.
You could feel your heartbeat fast in this moment, still waiting for Colin’s next instruction. You heard your husband clear his throat before saying…
“Dearest Gentle Reader,
I have found myself in a rather time consuming predicament. Which has left this author unable to release this pamphlet as scheduled.”
You looked over your shoulder and watched as Colin rubbed the tip of his cock at your folds. As if he was asking permission but he was merely teasing. Managing to coat himself with the wetness practically dripping from your cunt.
“My husband has decided that I must be rewarded for my hard work - seeing as I’ve rarely left my study.”
Your grip around your quill grew tighter as his cock slid in with ease. A load moan left your lips as your husband kept up a slow but satisfying pace. The desk creaked with every thrust.
Lazily, and with blurred vision from pure bliss, your handwriting sloppily wrote of the way Colin fucked your pussy.
The way his hands couldn’t stay in one place, managing to squeeze and tease every centimeter of your being. His finger tips pinching around your nipples and rubbing them raw as his hips managed to stay on tempo. Your voice carrying through out the house, giving the house maids a fair yet pornographic warning as they approached the west wing of your home.
You never left that position, bent over your desk. Even as your knees buckled whilst your pussy was devoured, your clit worn out by the constant pleasure Colin’s tongue bestowed. Your husband’s strong hands keeping you steady after arranging himself underneath you.
Your mind was filled with endless fog, unsure of Colin’s purpose as he looked into your eyes hungrily from under you. That was until you watched him take your tit into his mouth. Suckling and gently pulling at your breast - making a popping sound over and over.
At this point, the gossip column draft had been long forgotten as your husband worked your body. Colin always aimed to please you. Even if it meant putting other matters on hold til he deemed you satisfied.
Note from Nat: “Back to back fic drops! The drought has temporarily eased! We’re sticking to head-canons because I don’t want my drafts to fill up again.”
Warning(s): Sex Master Steve, Swearing, Smut, and Kinks. MDNI
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Knowing he just rocked your world, Steve is very insistent on taking care of you post-intercourse. He'll make sure you're all cleaned up and offer to take you out for food after. If you're at home then he'd start the shower, brush your hair, and lay out fresh clothes on the bed for you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Steve favorite part of your body has got to be your boobs. Besides you're beautiful face, those tits are the next thing calling his attention. This fact became known to you when he invited you over for a swim. Steve is convinced that there's something hypnotic about your tits, that's why he always finds himself resting his head on them or his mouth exploring them.
You love Steve’s hair. You’re mainly the only one he lets touch it and when you do, it’s usually you ride his face. But he also loves when you just run your fingers through his hair, he finds it relaxing.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Steve has a breeding kink so it shouldn't be a surprise that he enjoys leaving his seed inside you. He loves watching you lie on the bed tired, legs in the air, and your pussy dripping with his cum.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Steve's dirty secret is that he used to jerk off thinking about you even before formally introducing himself to you. He thinks you'll see him as a pervy weirdo if you found that out though.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
King Steve has had sex with other girls before he met you, so he's seasoned in the p in v field. But his kinks were something he truly explored when you guys started dating.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. He loves being able to look and touch every part of your body during sex.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Steve is silly and such a tease during sex. Quite the yapper.
"Someone's horny" he'd say as you pull down his jeans.
"You look so good with your legs spread for me."
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Girl its the 80s, almost everyone was rocking a bush down there - even Steve. He thinks it adds to his manliness.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Steve is one to talk you through it, even when you're on your third orgasm of the night. He'll make sure you feel oh so good and keep all his focus on you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Whenever either of you leave town for vacation with family, Steve has a couple (consensual) polaroids of you hidden in a box under the bed. Nothing compares to when he's dicking you down, but the photos get the job done.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink - he's really determined to make those 6 nuggets, Pregnancy kink, Dom(Steve)/Sub(You) Kink, Roleplay - especially when he got a job as a teacher at your old high school.
L = Location (favorite places to do the deed)
Bedroom, car, the pool, the shower, the dining table, and many other places. Steve gets real creative when he's in the mood.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Steve gets turned on when you're pissed off. On your end, you're annoyed even more because he's either laughing or just smirking. But he knows exactly what to do when you get worked up.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No to BDSM or any kind of stuff that would make you hurt rather than make you feel good.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He LOVES going down on you, pumping two finger and suckling on your cunt like its water.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Steve in a sensual guy who likes to take it slow and enjoy your body. But gradually it picks up when you're both about to cum.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t necessarily like them but could make do if the situation calls for it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As long as it isn't harmful or weird or in his terms "not too nerdy".
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go multiple rounds without cease, once he starts - it's difficult to get him to stop.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, because Steve is well equipped to get the job done.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Verbally teases you a lot. He also enjoys watching you whine for his fingers or his cock after pulling out for a second. All just to ram it back in.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Low moans and groans that turn you on even more.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
You paid Steve a visit at work one time after hours at the school. Let's just say you pulled a Monica Lewinsky under his desk and he loved every second of it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
It was confirmed in Season 5 that he's well hung. You were mildly shocked the first time you saw the outline of his length in his boxers.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High and you just gotta keep up.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After he's succesfully completed all the steps of aftercare, you both are lights out.
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Warning(s): Steve Harrington aka Biggest Dick Wielder in Hawkins, Indiana. Light smut. Swearing. MDNI
- Steve has a breeding kink. You have 3 kids after only 5 years of marriage. Good thing he has great babysitters like Robin and Dustin to help him stay on track towards reaching his target: 6 little nuggets.
“We’d be lucky to have twins this time around so I can really see how big that tummy of yours gets carrying our kids,” Steve whispers like a little kid telling Santa what they want for Christmas.
“You look so sexy waddling around with a big ole’ belly,” “just showing off to everyone how good you are at taking me sweetheart.”
- Steve enjoys watching you do even the most mundane tasks in a sundress. Something about how the fabric falls loosely on your swollen belly and your huge tits makes his dick throb.
- As each kiddo was added to the Harrington family tree, your husband couldn’t not want to keep making more with you.
After all Steve was someone who wanted to be a husband and a father, not some dude just wanting a wife and kids.
- He found pride in making you needier for him than usual during pregnancy. No heavy lifting, being carried up the stairs at times, and tending to your every need.
“Stevie can you grab that?” “Baby please rub my back?” “Daddy really needs to get some groceries for the house. Mommy would but she’s exhausted.’”
- Oh yeah and you guys would give your babies nicknames based on your cravings before even deciding on their birth names.
So far you came up with; “Mac” for boxed macaroni and cheese, “Cookie” because of the chocolate chip cookies sold fresh from the bakery, and “Pickle” because you loved the sourness paired with a sandwich.
- It was already established early on in your relationship that Steve is in fact a problem solver, a romantic, sex connoisseur, and many other great qualities. But your attention to these qualities heightened during each pregnancy.
“My wife needs Vlasic Kosher pickles, you get me?” He would bully the poor workers at the store for the specific brand you like. “I don’t give a damn if you have to open a whole crate of em’-MY WIFE IS MAKING A LIFE RIGHT NOW!”
Though it could be seen as a tight fisted, type a shopper fighting with employees-you didn’t think anything sexier could’ve unraveled before your eyes. Steve was fighting tooth and nail for his woman, ensuring top of the line princess treatment.
- The way your horniness could almost top Steve’s.
The first time you and Steve decided to get it on during your second trimester, Mr. Big Dick Harrington was a little apprehensive.
“Sweetheart, I’m just worried that I might hurt you,” he would say with a soft smile, denying the evident tent in his pants.
“Are you really about to say no to a pregnant lady?” You questioned with a brow raised. “Just come over here and let me ride,” you huffed, taking off your dress in one swift move.
- Steve would be so turned on but also a bit scared by your intense energy in the bedroom while pregnant. His words of encouragement make for your orgasms to be all the more intense.
“Look at you sweetheart, just using my dick to get off?” “You’ve been craving this cock all day haven’t you?”
Ikairs x Avenger!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Note from Nat: “hi the long awaited pt 3 is here!”
Warning ⚠️: semi-proofread.
[PART 1]-[PART 2] [PART 3]
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!
“Back so soon,” Druig smirked, Ikaris walking towards the group. “I take it that they didn’t like you one bit,” he assumes as he knocked shoulders with him.
“You’ll get 'em next time boss!” Kingo assures before turning to everyone else. “What’s up with him?” He questioned.
“Clearly, he didn’t make the cut to be an avenger,” Sersi explains, “But I’m sure he’ll get over it,”
But it wasn’t that simple. After meeting you, he could care less about leading earth’s mightiest heroes. You were the first human in centuries that he’s taken a liking to. So he moped around the domo for days without saying a word to anyone. Constantly staring off into the distance, occupied by his thoughts.
“Ikaris,” Phastos chuckled nervously, clasping his hands together.
At the call of his name, he turned to face his fellow eternal. Looking at him as if to say “What do you want?”
“Wanna talk about it?” Phastos asked, “I’ve been through a breakup or two so maybe it’ll be anything close to being rejected by the avengers?” he shrugs, Ikaris now pushing himself up into an upright position.
“I wasn’t just rejected by the avengers,” he corrected, “I was rejected by-Holy Arishem, will she take me back or-”
“Okay, too much information. Sprite!” Phastos hollered and the lounge-like facade turned into a nice dining room.
“Who’s the unfortunate lady?” Makkari signed as the rest of Eternals came flooding into the room, taking their seats with Ikaris at the head of it.
“Was it Captain Marvel?” Sprite chirped.
“Wanda Maximoff?” Thena questioned.
“Y/n L/n,” Ikaris answers, everyone gasped and whispered amongst themselves before looking back to him.
“I thought she was with that big metal arm guy,” Kingo wonders.
“Anakin Skywalker?” Druig asks sarcastically.
“No,” Kingo replied bitterly, “I know the difference between fiction and non-fiction now,” he adds matter-of-factly.
“Captain Barnes?” Sprite asks rhetorically, “I always thought he and Y/n were together,” she shrugs.
“Why do you all think that? How’d you even know?” Ikaris questions, truly lost.
“We were only told not to interfere, not that we couldn’t watch,” Sersi reminds.
“Ah, the actual reality TV show that might beat The Kardashians,” Kingo sighs, “Of course, mine already in the lead. Speaking of which, have you guys seen-”
“Keeping up with Kingo?” the whole table recited.
“Yes and I’m waiting for my payment. We have a contract for every time I’m on screen,” Druig reminds.
“You’re getting paid?” questioned Phastos as Kingo began avoiding everyone’s stares.
“Okay, I think we’re getting a little off-topic, “ Sersi says before turning her attention back to Ikaris. “Tell us more,”
“Well, it started when that metal-armed twat...”
He proceeds to tell his side of the story and by the end of it, everyone agreed that you deserve to give him a second chance.
“So,” Sprite began, tapping her fingers against the table. “What’s the plan?”
Ikaris wasn’t the only one that felt like he hit rock bottom...
Bucky was helping Sam patch up the boat but his mind would drift to you. Sam would try his best to keep him occupied with more tasks but it didn’t seem to work.
“You do okay over there?” he queries from the bow of the ship, currently drilling nails into the sides to make it more sturdy.
“Huh?” Bucky replies, snapping out of his thoughts. “M’yeah I’m good,” he nods before continuing to sand down the wood a bit.
“Look if you’re so hung up on Y/n then why don’t you go talk to her again?” Sam suggests as he continued working.
“It didn’t work last time since Mr. Eternal was there and she kicked us both out,” Bucky reminds, cringing at what of a try-hard he must’ve been.
“Well I bet he isn’t there now,” Sam noted absent-mindedly before noticing how Bucky’s posture straightened.
“You’re right,” he nods as he wiped his rid his hands of dust. “Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” he wonder aloud.
“Woah-Woah! That didn’t mean you could just walk off without finishing your side,” he says as his fellow avenger made way for the dock. “Give her a few days and finish sanding,” he chuckles.
“Fine,” Bucky grumbled before returning to work.
But you on the other hand...
“POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!” you shouted from the top of your lungs as slid around your apartment, brush mic in hand.
“OOH IN THE NAME OF LOVE!” Thor hollered from the other end of the call.
You thankfully slipped back into a routine that mainly consisted of weekly calls to everyone. Today, thankfully, the guardians and Thor weren’t too many light-years away so they were able to ring you up for the first time in almost two months.
“I do cherish these times Lady Y/n,” the God of thunder assures before tossing another beer to the side.
“Aye! Do ya mind? I’m tryna work here!” Rocket says out of view.
“Apologies, tiny rabbit,” Thor burped and looked back to you. “How have you been holding up being earth-bound?” he asks.
“Just because I said no to going to space with you guys doesn’t mean I’m can’t go whenever I please,” you remind.
“You told me it was because you didn’t want to leave that guy with the nice shiny arm?” Rocket remarks. “What was his name? Bonky?” he questions.
“Bucky,” you clarify with a small smile. “I did want to stay because I thought he'd finally make a move, but things got a little complicated when I took in a roommate for a bit." you admitted, bottom lip stuck between your teeth from the flashbacks.
"Who is this roommate you speak? Why haven't I been formally introduced to this mortal?" Thor questioned, his voice booming.
"Well he didn't pay rent of anything but like he showed up one day and stuck around for a while." you shrugged to which you hear on-off screen huff on the other end of the call.
"Let me guess-both of them end up likin' you but you like both of 'em," Rocket wondered as he came into view in front of Thor who was cracking open another bottle.
"I-" you began but the raccoon continued.
"So they both meet. Butt heads. You can't make up your mind so you push them both away but end up missin' both of them." Rocket said, rather sounding more like fact than an assumption.
"How did you even-" you responded baffled.
"I wasn't kidnapped and thrown into a lab just to come out stupid." He shrugged before walking off again, leaving a somewhat confused Thor behind.
The God squinted his eyes as if to grasp the concept in one try. But ultimately, he figured he understood enough to say, "Jane and I had an issue like that with a rather ordinary mortal. I ultimately got her back. Perhaps it's my Godly physic." he stated proudly with his hair tossed behind his shoulder.
"Or maybe it's because you guys have already been through so much together and it wouldn't make sense to pick someone who you didn't share more interests with or truly love?" you questioned, your mind calling back to the lengthy catch up you had with the researcher-scientist guru.
"If that is what my Lady believes then I must know it is true," Thor nodded. Jeez, if only guys on Earth were this easy-going.
You stood still pondering on whether you were more worried about choosing the safe choice or the not-so-certain one. With Bucky, you guys go way back, not 1940s back you both were on the run and spent so many years being something more than friends but less than boyfriend and girlfriend. However, Ikaris was someone new who you just instantly clicked with for just knowing each other for a little while.
"It seems you are in a thought-provoking trance Lady Y/n," Thor observed, pulling you from your thoughts. "I say you make a choice before either of them is no longer waiting for an answer!" he determines which helped you more than he realized.
"You are so right Thor," you sighed, looking at your dear friend. "Thank you." you say sincerely.
"The fate of your love life depends soley on this decision my good friend! May you choose the best fit for making children and has God-like muscles to save you from harm!" Thor declares with a proud smile before hanging up.
It's time to come to a decision... But the time on the clock was lessening drastically and you didn't realize it soon enough.
Ikaris flew straight towards your apartment. Bucky sped down the highway with just as much determination. You sat on the couch weighing the pros and cons but ultimately was left with a blank mind.
Bucky approached your door just as Ikaris landing on the fire escape. The both of them knocked almost in sync. You head whipped around to look at both directions the sound came from.
You saw Ikaris standing at the window and hurriedly went to open it. But more knocks came from the front door, so you quickly swung it open.
"What are you both doing here?" you said, almost speechless at the site.
"Please, make a choice doll." Bucky asked with frustration in his for Ikaris.
"Not just for us but for yourself. What you want matters," Ikaris assures as they locked eyes for a second, sharing common ground in caring about you.
You thought about how Bucky was part of your past, someone who you shared so much history with. Sharing the same friends and gone through many changes in the years that passed. But Ikaris felt like a fresh start, someone you could leave all the bad stuff and trauma at the door for and be a completely new person with.
