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[servamp234]

Back on my stark!reader and thank you pintrest for showing me this

And here is a link to a list of his ailments pre-serum

Now if Stark!reader and Steve did have a kid, and the kid was born with Steve's original you bet the arrow family is doing everything they can for the kid and are definitely keeping anyone besides Jason,Damian and Duke away from the kid.

Steve has delt with the same things as the kid and I fully believe he still knows what to do in this situation.

Now as for Bucky if his memory is to the point where he remembers how he helped a pre-serum Steve he's reading up on everything as like a brush up\To know what to do if anything has changed.

Now if Gotham has bad air quality(which I fully believe it does), then you better believe the kid is NEVER stepping foot into gotham with various medical conditions including asthma.

Stark!reader will fight the batfam on that......everyone will fight the batfam on that but Stark!reader is like Yor from Spy x Family when it comes to the kid.

AND

Imagine the kid being like Steve was pre-serum always sticking u for the little guy and constantly getting into fights.

I pray for the other persons safety because of how many people would kill for the kid and you best believe Nat is at the top of the list of people who would kill for the kid.

Now is Steve one of the kid's favorite heroes?Yes BUT not the number one favorite......that goes to Uncle Bruce Banner and Bucky.

Everyone is laughing their butts off at this while Steve sulks in the corner.

Now if Stark!reader and Steve have a son you best believe that Bucky and Steve are BOTH raising him

[radioshepard]

marvel masterlist

✶ JOHNNY STORM

[killshotx]

what kinks do you think Dex would have in your characterizations?

I’ve been slowly working on an nsfw headcanons post for Dex but I write at a snail’s pace so I’ll briefly talk about some of his kinks here hehe.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise he defaults to a submissive role. he loves having a partner who isn’t afraid to push him around and tell him what to do, and even better if they’re willing to be a little condescending and mean about it sometimes. it makes him very red in the face and he gets an embarrassed boner about it :/

speaking of being condescending, he likes being coo’d at. like he’s such a pathetic little baby that you can’t help but talk down to him, especially when he knows he’s being overly anxious or clingy. “ohh baby, you just wanted my attention?” “pretty boy wanted my hands on him, huh?” “that’s my good boy.” that kind of thing.

choking. he will take your hands and wrap them around his neck if you don’t do it yourself. he can be a bit of a brat and if he wants to feel your fingers pressed into his throat he will get it.

praise praise praise, he desperately wants to hear how good he is and how good he makes you feel and how pretty you think he looks.

marking, both ways. he wants to suck bruises into your skin like a personal brand, so no one else thinks they can have you. he loves it when you leave your own marks on him, scratches down his back, hickeys on his chest, bite marks, anything that proves you feel possessive over him, too.

degradation. call him a creep and a freak while he’s underneath you. he is a creep and a freak, and he knows it, but he wants you to see those traits in him and love him anyway. he wants you to love the parts of him everyone else has rejected and treat him like he’s still worth something.

hitting. especially ddba Dex, who I think has a tendency to use sex almost as a form of self-harm. he wants you to slap him hard. he can take a lot of pain and there will always be a part of him that believes he deserves it.

restraint, both ways. he likes feeling a little bit helpless for you and loves it when you have your way with him. I can see him enjoying restraining his partner specifically when he’s mad at them or his abandonment issues are flaring up. it’s a way to take out his feelings without actually hurting you, and he does have a sadistic streak. he also uses it as an opportunity to get you to say things he wants to hear. “does that feel good? tell me how good you feel.” “say you’ll never leave me. say it.” “I love you, I love you. I’ll never love anyone else. I’m the only one you love, right? right?”

[of-apollo]

₊⊹ THROUGH INNOCENT EYES !

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Bucky has done all that he can to keep his past as the Winter Soldier from your daughter, Becca. But, when Yelena slips up with one action figure, the truth begins to trickle out. Becca’s reaction is not at all what Bucky expected, and he becomes emotional over a life he never thought he’d have.

NOTES: Toddler daughter, uncle Bob and aunt Yelena, fluffy domestic Bucky, mentions of past violence/trauma, mostly fluff w/ hurt/comfort.

NAVIGATION | MCU MASTERLIST | KO-FI

The smell of burnt toast and sweet vanilla was the first thing that greeted you when you opened your eyes. It was immediately followed by the soft, rhythmic patter of tiny feet against the hardwood floor outside the bedroom door.

You smiled, stretching your limbs beneath the heavy duvet. From the hallway, you could hear the muffled, deep-toned rumbles of Bucky’s voice attempting to hush your three-year-old daughter, Becca.

"Shh, Becs," Bucky murmured softly. "Mommy is still sleeping. Let’s let her rest, okay?"

"But I want to help make the big pancakes, Daddy!" Becca’s high-pitched voice carried clearly through the door, full of morning excitement.

He was always so careful with her, treating her as if she were made of the finest, most fragile porcelain. It was a stark contrast to the strength he carried in his frame, a strength he constantly tried to downplay. For the past three years, Bucky had thrown himself into fatherhood with a desperate, beautiful intensity. He was determined to be nothing but a source of warmth and safety for the little girl who carried his bright blue eyes.

Yet, beneath that devotion lay an unspoken, rigid boundary that he refused to cross. Becca was never, under any circumstances, to find out about the Winter Soldier. You had told him a thousand times that it was alright, that she would love him regardless, but he remained steadfast. To Bucky, the shadow of who he used to be, in and out of Hydra’s control, was a monster that could taint his daughter’s innocent world.

Stepping into the kitchen, you found Bucky dressed in an oversized grey sweatshirt as he expertly flipped a pancake. Becca sat securely on the kitchen counter, her small legs swinging back and forth.

"Look, Daddy! Mommy’s awake!" Becca squealed, pointing a sticky finger toward the doorway.

Bucky looked up, his eyes softening instantly as a genuine, relaxed grin broke across his face. "Morning, sweetheart," he said softly, leaning across the counter to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Did we wake you up? I swear I was trying to keep the monster under control."

"I'm not a monster, I'm a helper!" Becca protested, giggling as she pointed at the flour dust on his nose.

"You're a very messy helper," you laughed, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist from behind. You felt the slight tension that never truly left his shoulders, a silent reminder of the internal vigil he kept every single hour of the day.

"Pancakes are almost done," Bucky whispered, turning his head slightly to kiss your cheek. "Go sit down. I've got it under control."

The peaceful morning routine was delightfully disrupted around midday by a loud, familiar commotion at the front door. Yelena didn’t believe in knocking politely. Instead, she used her spare key to barge right in, carrying a massive cardboard box under one arm. Bob shuffled in behind her, looking slightly overwhelmed.

"Auntie Yelena! Uncle Bob!" Becca shrieked with delight, scrambling off the sofa and sprinting towards them with her arms outstretched.

"Ah, there is my favourite tiny diva!" Yelena announced proudly, catching Becca with a dramatic gasp and spinning the toddler around in the air before setting her down. "Bob, look how much she has grown since last week. It is ridiculous."

"She grows fast, Yelena," Bob said with a soft, sheepish wave, offering you and Bucky a warm smile. "Hello, everyone. Sorry to just drop in."

Bucky emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. A fond but slightly wary expression crossed his face as he greeted Bob with a firm nod and a pat on the shoulder. "You're always welcome, Bob. Yelena, however, needs to learn what a doorbell is."

"Doorbells are for boring people," Yelena shrugged, setting the large box down on the coffee table with a heavy thud. "Look what I have brought for the little one. I was in the toy shop in London, and they have a whole section for the New Avengers. The selection was very bad until I found the vintage section."

"Yelena, what did you buy?" you asked, a faint note of caution in your voice as she began rummaging through the box.

"Only the best," Yelena said, pulling out a wooden bow and arrow set. "Here, for targeting practice."

"Maybe we keep the arrows away from the television," Bob gently suggested, taking the toy from her hands with a worried mutter about safety.

Yelena rolled her eyes affectionately at Bob before digging deeper into the box. Her face lit up as she pulled out a sleek, modern action figure dressed in dark tactical gear with a distinct, shining silver arm. "They had a special anniversary release of the historical figures. I thought, why should the star-spangled captain get all the glory when the moody one does all the heavy lifting?"

Bucky frozen instantly. The dishcloth slipped from his fingers onto the counter as his entire body went rigid, his eyes locking onto the plastic figure in Yelena's hand. It was a highly detailed Winter Soldier action figure, complete with the masked face, the tactical harness, and the red star emblazoned on the metallic left shoulder.

You felt a sudden spike of anxiety in your chest, looking from Bucky’s pale, struck face to Yelena. She was completely oblivious to the silent panic she had just initiated. She truly didn’t realise that Bucky kept this entire chapter of his life a strict secret from his daughter. To Yelena, their pasts were just something they lived with, an objective fact of their existence rather than a source of deep, suffocating shame.

Before you or Bucky could intervene, Yelena knelt down to Becca’s eye level and handed the toy directly to the toddler, giving her a bright, encouraging nod. "Here you go, little Becca, a proper warrior to protect your dollhouse from the boring civilian toys."

"Yelena, wait—" Bucky’s voice was barely a choked whisper, but it was too late.

Becca took the action figure, her small hands gripping the plastic tightly as she turned it over. She studied the silver arm that caught the midday sunlight streaming through the living room window.

Bucky looked as though he had stopped breathing entirely. His knuckles turned white against the edge of the kitchen counter as he prepared himself for the worst. His mind was undoubtedly racing with the fear that his daughter would look at the toy, look at him, and see a monster.

Becca traced the tiny painted red star with her index finger, her brow furrowing in deep concentration as she compared the toy to the man standing frozen across the room. She looked up at Bucky, her eyes wide with a sudden, pure realisation, and then looked back down at the figure in her hands. A massive, gap-toothed grin spread across her face.

"Mommy, look!" Becca chirped, her voice echoing clearly in the sudden, tense silence of the flat as she held the toy up high. "Wow, this superhero looks just like daddy! He has a shiny arm and everything!"

The silence that followed was absolute, but the tension in the room instantly shifted from suffocating fear to a profound, heavy emotion that seemed to knock the breath right out of Bucky's lungs.

Yelena blinked, finally picking up on the strange atmosphere. She looked between Bucky and Becca with a sudden realisation of her own. "Oh," she murmured, her voice dropping its usual teasing edge. "I did not think..."

Bob awkwardly cleared his throat, offering a soft, sympathetic smile to Bucky. "It's a very good likeness," he offered gently.

Bucky stood completely still, his eyes wide and glossy as he stared at his daughter, his mouth opening slightly but no sound coming out. The word 'superhero' hung in the air, vibrating with an innocent weight that shattered every single wall Bucky had built up over the last three years. Becca didn't see a brainwashed assassin. She just saw her dad, the man who made her pancakes, immortalised as a protector of the world.

Seeing her father’s shocked silence, Becca toddled across the room, her small shoes squeaking against the floor. She pressed the plastic figure against Bucky's leg, looking up at him with absolute adoration.

"Are you going to fly later, Daddy? Superheroes can fly, right?" she asked earnestly, her voice full of the unshakeable faith that only a three-year-old could possess.

Bucky slowly sank to his knees, his movements mechanical as he brought himself down to her level. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked into her bright, innocent face. He carefully reached out with his flesh hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

"No, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice completely thick with unshed tears when he finally managed to speak. "Daddy doesn't fly. I just stay right here with you."

"That's okay," Becca said authoritatively, patting his knee comfortingly. "Superheroes need to stay home for dinner anyway."

Becca seemed entirely satisfied with this answer, turning back to Yelena to show off her new favourite toy, completely unaware of the tectonic shift she had just caused in her father's soul.

Yelena, realising her blunder but seeing the beautifully unexpected outcome, quietly gathered the rest of the toys. She gave you a softened, apologetic look as she signaled to Bob that it was time to leave. "We will go find some lunch now," she said softly, her usual bravado replaced by genuine care. "Goodbye, little Becca. Take care of your superhero."

"Bye, Auntie Yelena! Bye, Uncle Bob!" Becca waved, already distracted by her new game. Bob gave Bucky a supportive squeeze on the shoulder on his way out, and within a few minutes, the front door clicked shut behind them.

For the rest of the afternoon, Bucky was unusually quiet. His eyes never left Becca as she played on the living room rug, orchestrating a complex game where the Winter Soldier action figure saved a group of plastic farm animals from a plush monster.

"Look, Daddy! He saved the cow!" Becca shouted happily, holding the silver-armed figure in the air.

"He did a good job, sweetie," Bucky replied, his voice a little tight but filled with immense warmth.

Every time she made the toy strike a heroic pose, Bucky’s chest would heave with a silent, shaky breath. A mixture of profound relief and overwhelming emotion washed over him. You stayed close to him on the sofa, resting your hand in his, letting him process the incredible truth that his daughter's love was unconditional.

By the time evening arrived, Becca was thoroughly exhausted from her heroic adventures. Her eyelids dropped as you gave her a warm bath and changed her into her favourite pyjamas.

"Can Daddy tuck me in?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she held the action figure tightly against her chest.

"Of course he can, sweetheart," you said smoothly, kissing her forehead before calling Bucky into the room.

Bucky carried her to bed, holding her a little tighter than usual. He rocked her gently in the dim light of her nursery whilst she mumbled softly about superheroes and shiny arms until her eyes finally closed for sleep.

He stayed by her crib for a long time after she fell asleep, just watching the peaceful rise and fall of her chest. His metal hand rested gently on the wooden rail, no longer hidden away beneath layers of clothing as it often was, but completely accepted in the open air.

When he finally stepped out of the room and closed the door with a quiet click, the weight of the day seemed to catch up with him all at once. His shoulders sagged as he walked back into the living room where you were waiting for him on the sofa.

The room was illuminated only by the soft glow of a single floor lamp, casting long, warm shadows across the space. Bucky walked over and sank down beside you, his entire body suddenly trembling.

"Bucky?" you asked softly, reaching out for him.

Without a word, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his large arms wrapping around you with a desperate, clinging grip as the first sob broke through his chest. It was a low, agonising sound, the release of decades of tightly coiled pain, shame, and fear that he had carried alone for far too long.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, running your fingers through his hair. "I've got you," you murmured softly against his ear as he wept openly, his tears soaking into the fabric of your shirt. "It's okay, let it all out."

He was crying with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show, his broad frame shaking with the sheer magnitude of the relief that had washed over him. He gripped the back of your shirt as if you were the only thing keeping him anchored to the earth.

"She called me a superhero," Bucky choked out, his voice cracked and raw with emotion as he pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were red and swimming with tears that ran down his stubbled cheeks. "She looked right at it, she saw the arm, and she didn't run away. She wasn't scared of me."

"I told you she wouldn't be," you said gently, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb. "She loves her dad."

He shook his head, a fresh wave of tears spilling over as he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. "I spent so many years being a monster. Being the thing that people screamed at when they saw me coming. I never thought... I never thought I'd get to have this."

"You deserve this, Buck. More than anyone," you whispered, holding his face in both of your hands.

"A normal life," he wept softly, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips to yours for a brief, emotional moment. "A home. A little girl who looks at me and thinks I'm a protector, not a killer. I didn't think it was possible."

You reminded him, firmly and lovingly, that Becca was right. He was a hero for fighting his way back to his humanity, and he deserved every single ounce of the love and peace he had found in this home. Bucky let out a long, shaky breath, closing his eyes as he held you close, finally letting go of the ghost of the Winter Soldier, safe in the knowledge that to the person who mattered most in the world, he was simply her hero.

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[poppysgem]

⋆˙ so what's your type? ⟡

bucky barnes x gn!reader

notes: English isn’t my native language. It’s quite short because I’m fighting with a writing-block.

synopsis: Your current crush might remind you of someone from your past

wc: 275

warnings: none

Having chosen this planet as a hideout was a good call. Its development was pretty slack, which was quite an advantage. Who would look for you on such a shithole? You were expecting to live a slow and peaceful life there, but your choice of companions truly wouldn't allow it.

Hundreds of years later, you stood here in New York, listening to Valentina’s voice announce that you and the people you have just met are The New Avengers.

Sometimes incoherent comrades make you feel like you are too old for all of this superhero stuff, but you have grown fond of one of them - Bucky.

His handsome face must have obviously been a part of this infatuation, but talking to someone who has also been longer on Earth was pretty pleasant. All your gazing at him made you remember a person from your past whom you would rather erase from your memory.

Ikaris, who you could call your ex-boyfriend, was almost Bucky’s lookalike. One of the distinguishing features was his hair. Medium-length brown hair, which, with a bit of styling, could make him look like a man taken from a magazine cover. 

“Do you have a type of man that you find attractive?” He asked a simple question to which you gave a simple answer - “Yes”. Obviously, Bucky began asking even more. 

One day, you have just shown him what your “evil ex” looked like, as you both dated centuries ago, you showed him a drawing of Ikaris. It was pathetic for you that you kept it, but even though your age was counted in the hundreds, you still felt nostalgic towards all your ex-lovers.

[tabathastan]

Yelena Belova x Maximoff! Barnes! Reader

Late-night mission, reluctant teamwork, accidental flirting, and slow-burn chaos Your dad had one rule about teaming up with Yelena Belova:

“Don’t flirt with the assassin.”

You broke that rule about two minutes after meeting her. Tonight only makes it worse.

You and Yelena are crammed together behind a broken wall on an intel mission, the moonlight outlining her blonde braid and sharp jaw. She’s close enough you can feel the warmth of her breath.

“This is stupid,” Yelena whispers. “We should have gone in loud.”

“You always want to go in loud,” you whisper back.

“Because it is the fun way.”

She smirks. “Unless you are scared.”

You scoff. “I’m not scared, I’m cautious. There’s a difference.”

Yelena leans closer, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Mm-hmm. Whatever helps you sleep at night, sorceress.”

You try not to blush. You fail.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“Because you look cute when you pretend you know what you are doing,” Yelena says matter-of-factly.

You choke on your own air.

“I— excuse me?”

She pats your cheek.

“It is okay, printsessa. You have magic. It makes up for the brain.”

You want to be offended. You’re too distracted by how her fingers feel against your skin.

The guards turn the corner. You react instantly, scarlet energy swirls around your hands. Before you can release it, Yelena grabs your wrist.

“No flashy magic,” she hisses. “Stealth.”

“You don’t get to lecture anyone on stealth,” you whisper sharply.

“Yes, I do. I am excellent at it.”

“No, you’re not—”

Suddenly she’s behind you, arms around your waist, pulling you into the shadows as the guards walk past. Her breath brushes your ear.

“See?” she murmurs. “Stealth.”

You’re pretty sure you stop breathing. When the guards leave, Yelena doesn’t step away. She’s still holding you. And smiling.

“You can let go now,” you manage to say.

“Can I?”

Yelena’s eyebrows lift. “You seem comfortable.”

You’re not. Or maybe you are. That’s the problem. You slip out of her arms and glare at her, mostly to hide how flustered you are.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you are adorable,” she counters easily.

“I’m not adorable.”

“You are very adorable.”

“Stop saying adorable.”

“…adorable.”

You groan. She laughs. The two of you break into the storage room and gather the stolen intel. Simple. Clean. Easy. Until Yelena casually says:

“You know… your father would kill me if he knew how much I like you.”

You freeze.

“What?”

She pauses too, realizing what she just said. Her eyes widen. Just slightly.

“I mean, like as in… teammate. Friend. Partner.”

She gestures vaguely. “Not like-like.”

You raise a brow.

“So you like-like me?”

“No.”

Beat.

“…Maybe.”

Your magic crackles in your palm involuntarily. The air warms. Yelena stares at your glowing hand and smirks.

“Careful,” she says. “You are going to set something on fire.”

“Maybe I’m aiming for something.”

She steps closer, eyes locked on yours.

“Then aim well, printsessa.”

The tension finally snaps when you ask:

“So… what happens when we get back?”

Yelena tilts her head. “What do you want to happen?”

Your heart jumps. Your magic flares again.

“I… don’t know,” you say honestly.

Yelena smiles, softer this time, no teasing.

“Then we will figure it out.”

You blink at her. “Together?”

She reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Together,” she repeats.

Her hand lingers. Your breath catches.

It would be so easy to close the distance, so easy to kiss her, But she pulls back at the last second.

“Come on,” she says lightly. “If we are late, your father will shoot me.”

You laugh breathlessly.

“Dad wouldn’t shoot you.”

Yelena raises a brow.

“You are very naive.”

She grabs your hand anyway and pulls you along. And this time, you don’t let go.

[odditymarket]

wants and needs

benjamin poindexter x reader (nsfw, mdni)

this is my first ever fic that i've written !! plz be nice :)

stalker dex, neurodivergent and gender neutral reader, reader has a boyfriend

dex had been watching you for some time now. you were friendly, bubbly even, but you didn't move with ease throughout your day like everyone else. dex was fascinated at the way your nerves rolled off you in waves as you spoke, as if you were afraid of the space you were occupying. he watched you push through it all anyway, scurrying awkwardly to hold the door open with a smile for an older woman behind you. he watched you get into your car and lean forward against the wheel, inhaling slowly and methodically. you do this frequently, clenching your hand open and closed like a heartbeat in your palm. this grounds you, dex noticed, from what he couldn't quite understand.

you excel at small talk, something scripted and predictable. your eyes shine as you talk about the weather or ask how someone's day is going. you like talking to strangers, dex thinks it's the lack of pressure since you probably won't see them ever again. when you're at dinner with friends you're tense, smiling politely with a furrowed brow, afraid to say or do the wrong thing. dex wishes he was next to you in that booth instead. he is well aware that he is not a people person. but he thinks with the right words and body language he could get your shoulders to relax better than your friends ever could. he likes that you laugh for anything, that it's so easy for you to smile despite everything. he wishes it was safe for you to laugh with him too.

dex was okay with the distance, preferred it even. he didn't want to put you in harm's way the way he did with julie. he was too careless, too clumsy with that whole affair. you were by no means his north star, not if he can help it, but he does think that you would get along if he wasn't who he was.

when you end up with a boyfriend he doesn't even mind. he didn't like you in that way, he just saw you as a friend of sorts. what he does mind, however, is the way this guy doesn't pay attention to you in the way you need. this asshole doesn't even open your door for you. he doesn't make sure you've eaten. he doesn't even wash his own bed sheets without you practically begging. dex finds himself sneaking into your home when neither of you are around, sticking a pizza or two in the freezer for the next time your stomach growls while this chump plays his video games.

dex can't help but think about how good he would be at taking care of you. it was only natural as this so called relationship took place in front of him. dex hated the way this guy rolled his eyes when you told him not to chew his food too loud. he hated the way you curled into yourself at every disagreement with the man, letting him win every time just to avoid the conflict. he hated the way you nervously paced around your home every day, chewing at your nails.

the most unbearable thing for dex was when he watched the other man cum inside you without as much of a thought of letting you finish too. the man rolled over straight away, drifting into a pleasant nap as you wrapped the covers around yourself, mouth curling downward. dex couldn't stand how glassy your eyes looked, sniveling quietly as you wrapped your arms around yourself in a gentle hug.

dex somehow found himself with his dick in his palm, salivating at the notion of giving you what you need. he mimicked the pace you stroked your no good boyfriend, imagining you smiling sweetly at him instead as your hand went up and down. he wondered what it would feel like to be so close to you, what you would smell like. how would he feel if you made those little pleasured sounds for him instead? dex did not see himself as a very sexual man, but when it came to pleasing someone else, to pleasing you, it's etched into his core.

dex hoped your boyfriend was enjoying his nap, because he will not be waking up from it, for your sake.