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❝forever❞— peter parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader Warnings: ENDGAME SPOILERS! reader death, very sad and angsty ): Summary: It’s been 5 years, but you don’t love him any less. Words: 933

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It was almost simultaneous. The sound you hadn’t heard for 5 years, the sound of Doctor Strange’s portals opening, spilling out hundreds of people who had been affected by the snap; but your eyes raced through the flood looking only for one. When your eyes land on Peter Parker, you feel like a 17-year-old again. Falling in love with him in school and when you’d meet up at the Avengers compound. You don’t move, you can’t move, you’re shocked because he’s here.

“Y/N!” Peter’s sweet voice hasn’t changed a single bit.

As Peter swings his way towards you, both of you tear up. He hits you with a poorly timed swing and you’re entangled together in a massive embrace. You hear your tears drip onto his iron spider suit and you can’t help but hug him tighter. When you finally let go in your small safe-haven in the battle that’s ongoing around you, you’re the first to speak.

“Peter, oh my god.” Your hands touch his face and you do your best to not let your emotions activate your elemental powers. “Y-you’re here. You’re here!”

“Of course, I’m here.” His voice croaks with bittersweet sadness and his eyes are beginning to get red. “I told you. I’m never letting this go.”

He pulls your hand from his face and holds it in his, but just as quick as the moment started it is abruptly interrupted by one of Thanos’ aliens. It’s terrifying growl scaring Peter so quickly that his mask flickers back onto his face. You let one another go and you conjure up a large rock from the front of you. Peter attaches his web to it and swings around it. Giving him enough force to kick it backwards; right onto more earthy spikes that you used your powers to create.

“Later?” Peter’s mask flickers off as he sets himself back on the ground.

“Later.” You confirm, and he kisses you briefly on the cheek before he swings into action.

The battle continues with cuts and scrapes and a bit of blood. But you were fighting for your life. For the revenge for taking 5 years away from your life. You used every trick you had in you. Conjuring every element. The sky rumbled with lightning made by both you and Steve.

“Stop stealing all my thunder.” You breathlessly joke with him, the two of you sending the heavens down on two aliens with your thunderous energies. Just before Steve can reply he points Mjolnir to the sky.

“That looks like something you should help with.” You turn your head to see Peter screaming while on the back of Valkyrie’s Pegasus. Nodding your head, you soar off in a gust of wind.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” Peter’s nervous voice speaks from behind his mask, you see him clutching the gauntlet.

“Peter what the hell are you doing with that?!” You shout over the noise, dodging lasers as you try to keep up with Valkyrie’s horse, taking down anyone who dared shoot at the three of you.

“Helping.” He tries to giggle despite the severity of the situation. You can’t help but smile until a spear is chucked in between you and the two on the horse. It clips the Pegasus’ wing and the Peter is flung off. You immediately use your powers to dig a hole and fill it with water, so Peter had at least something to land in.

Before he lands, he lets go of the gauntlet and it tumbles to the ground. You land safely and Peter rises to the top of the small pool just fine. As you run to the gauntlet, you notice Thanos do the same. You make the ground around him turn to quicksand, trying to use the earth to push the gauntlet towards you as you speed off to get it. But he’s faster, your attempts barely dent on his speed to the gauntlet. You realise this and do your best to set spikes around it, all volcanic rock and hot to the touch. You both reach the gauntlet at the same time and as you try to slow him once more with your powers, Thanos grips one of the spikes. He screams at the pain but breaks it from its position anyway and sends it straight through you.

“NO!” Peter screams as he swings over, he attaches a web bomb to Thanos’ chest which sends him flying back in a sticky mess. The gauntlet gets swept away by Wanda who hasn’t seen what has happened other than the gauntlet is unprotected.

“No. No. Y/N. You’re going to be okay!” Peter’s mask flutters away. You see his face. That beautiful face that you fell in love with.

“Y/N! Stay awake! Come on! For me?” He’s breathless. You cough, choking on the remains of your life.

“It was…” You choke more, Peter urging you not to try. You don’t listen. “Worth it… just to see you- one last time… Spidey.”

Peter screams, tears scorching down his cheeks. As your life filters away; so do your powers. The spike in your chest turns to dust. The dug-out pool Peter landed in restores itself to its original flat plane. Unbeknownst to him, the tree that you made near the Avenger’s compound was also fading away, Peter used to make swings out of his webs for you to spend afternoons on. It was one of the best times you’ve ever had together.

As he brings his emotions together, Peter presses one last kiss onto your forehead. Finally understanding how you’ve felt for 5 years. But for him, it’s forever.

[placid-parker]

❝release❞— loki laufeyson

@bucky-blogs : Hiiii!!! I love your works! Can I request a really angsty Loki imagine where Thanos killed the reader before Loki? Thank you!!! A/N: I’m sorry this is so late because of my hiatus, I hope this was worth the wait (:

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Asgard!Reader Warnings: Main character death!!!! Quite violent Summary: Thanos wipes out the remnants of your population, Loki and you aren’t going down without a fight Words: 1,050

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You’ve seen many years throughout your hundreds of years of life. But one thing you didn’t want to see was your entire planet culled by a one ship. You pushed around rubble as you regained consciousness, burning your hands on the scrapped metal of the ship. You choke breathless sobs as you notice the bodies of your friends, you barely make any noise as you pull yourself out from the chunk of ship you were pinned under. As your vision becomes less blurred and you try to regain your strength, you notice Thor and… Loki! You thank the heavens for seeing your lover and his brother still alive: despite being in a small predicament.

You drag yourself over, the large titan and his followers not having noticed you within the flood of corpses while being in conversation with the two brothers. You notice a piece of metal skeleton that once held the ship up high was being held precariously by one thick wire. One good shot would send it down and onto the attackers, missing Thor and Loki. You reach and take hold of an Asgardian spear, trying not to let the metal drag across the floor for fear it would make a noise. As you position yourself on your back, you take the mighty throw and it snaps the cable and the metal skeleton comes crashing down.

Loki takes notice of you and you see every ounce of him light up. A desperate cling of hope in all that seems lost. As it crashes upon the titan Loki speeds his way over at the short moment they have.

“My love.. you’re alive!” Loki’s hands flutter about your body, trying to see or fix any cuts or bruising that would be particularly fatal.

“Barely.” You smile. He helps you stand up, your once proud Asgardian armour now dented and filthy but still usable for a fight if it came to it.  You swing your arms outwards, double wielding swords as you try your best to attack the followers, cutting and scraping them, even severing one of their limbs at one point. All in the hope that extracting the revenge will bring your people back.

Just as you begin to raise your swords to deliver a killing blow on one of the followers, you’re flung back hitting the remnants of the ship, knocking you breathless.

“A fine warrior this one.” The titan announces, brushing himself off as if the metal falling on him was merely a bit of fluff on his shirt. “But how tough is she really?”

You lift your head to meet his gaze and he presses his golden gauntlet to your head. You feel nothing but the coolness of the metal before you feel everything. The power stone surging hot energy feeling as if it was ripping every molecule inside of you apart.

“Tell me where the stone is little one.” He chuckles, you spit blood as you try to speak, your whole body shaking furiously.

“We… don’t have…” You scream more as he increases the pain from the stone to your whole body. “Your STONE!”

“No!” Loki screams, unable to bear hearing your voice in such terror and see your veins illuminated with the purple haze of the stone. “I’ll give you what you want.”

Loki flicks his wrist graciously and the tesseract appears just like a piece of his trickster magic. The titan releases the pain from your head and walks over to Loki.

“Loki…no!” You whisper, seeing the look of defeat and regret in his eyes as he looks to you. He knows this is his fault. You can hear Thor’s screams, his head now gripped by Thanos’ free hand.

“I assure you both, my love and my brother. The sun will shine on us again.” Loki gulps before handing it to him. Thanos allows Thor’s defeated body to fall to the ground as he adds the space stone to his growing collection.

“NO!” You scream, mustering every single piece of effort you had left to stand and chuck your swords into his legs, letting Thanos fall to his knees. He chuckles at your attempt.

“I will stand. And I will bleed.” You slowly get to your feet; you know this is it. “For Asgard, for Thor… for Loki.”

Thanos’ footsteps thunder in your ears, no one knows what to do. He is too powerful. For anyone to stop.

“I will bear any pain you bestow upon them or die any death. I’d shatter myself until my bones turn to dust.” He gets closer, until he stands before you. You look him directly in the eye as he places his gauntlet against your head. “I would.”

You lock eyes with Loki and the whole world is in slow motion. You see Loki’s dagger fall from his sleeve into his hand. Every ounce of anger he’s ever had is spilling out of him.

“I do.”

With your last words, the whole world quickens again. Your screams are worse than anyone upon the ship has ever heard as Thanos boils your blood, tears your muscles apart until you scream no more. You fall limp and Loki jumps and begins to stab Thanos in the neck.

He throws him off like he was a bug bothering him. With his gloved hand, he picks up Loki by the neck.

“You… will never be… a god.” Loki splutters out, Thor struggles within his bonds, not wishing to lose more than he already has.

Loki’s neck snaps and Thanos drops his body next to yours. The way he lands it almost looks like two of you are sleeping. Side by side. Enjoying one another in a brief embrace.

Thor has now lost everything.

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❝adrenaline❞— bucky barnes

@sebbybarrnes - bucky x reader in the 70s! where bucky’s the lead singer of a band, and he sees reader in the crowd, serenades her + steamy things occur at the after party. honestly as sinful as you can make it lmao daddy kink dom!bucky whatever u want (also if u make it can u tag me?) :)) I love ur writing

Pairings: dom!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader Warnings: FILTHY SMUT. Daddy kink discovery, breath play, dirty talk, begging, sex on a desk, unprotected sex!! (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy!) Summary: The year is 1977, and you can’t take your eyes off of Bucky Barnes in his band. Words: 1,614

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Being dragged to the small concert wasn’t really how you’d anticipated your night to go, but your friends begged you and you didn’t want to be the spoil sport of the group. The place the band were playing was more of a function suite, but it was packed. Where tables would sit on the carpeted area and a jazz group would sit on the elevated stage and a small bit off wooden ground for people to dance on. But tonight, it was empty apart from the people who anxiously waited for the Brooklyn band to head up on stage.

Your friends and you squeezed and pushed to the front. The chatter changed to excited shouts and woops, familiar sounds of choppy guitar and a heavy drum kit which enticed excitement through your veins. Just as your friends and you began to dance to the bands opening instrumental, a rather attractive man arrived on stage. As he headed to the mic right in front of you on the stage; you couldn’t help but be encapsulated by the aura this man gave off.

“Enjoy yourselves.” He said with a slight smirk. Dropping a cigarette he just took a puff of onto the floor. Putting it out completely with his shoe.

They were mainly a cover band, singing hit after hit. Sometimes when you were pushed back you’d force your way back to the front. Just wanting to gawk in awe at the illustrious main singer, at some points you’d catch his eye. You’d make sure to move your body in a way that moved to his words and how he sang certain words.

“I think we’re gonna slow it down a bit ladies’ and gents.” The lead singer’s eyes catch yours for longer than they had the entire set. You almost felt like; he was slowing it down for you.

As he begun singing ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac, he barely took his eyes off you. Friends of yours were whispering in your ears about it as if you hadn’t noticed it. You’d only break the eye contact as to feel the music as you danced in the crowd. Letting his eyes fully soak you up, almost as if he was a direct spotlight on you. Once the song finished, he laid one last wink in your direction before continuing with your set. God, you hoped that wasn’t a one-time thing.

After a few more songs they made an effort to say their final goodbye.

“Thank you everyone for coming out tonight. We are Bucky and the Preachers, and we’ll see you again soon.” A roar of shouts and hoorah was made towards the band.

“They were amazing! And the singer had a thing for you Y/N.” One of your friends remarked, jabbing at your side. You shoved them off but you couldn’t get the singer’s eyes out your head.

As your small band of friends headed over to the bar for a few drinks, you were tapped on the shoulder, by none other than the singer.

“Hey, saw you in the crowd. Perhaps you’d like to come and sit with me backstage?” he was still caked in sweat from his enthusiastic set, just as you were about to decline as you couldn’t leave your friends. One of them answered for you.

“She’d love to.” Giving you a slight push, the singer smiled, gave a nod of thanks to your friends and waved for you to follow him to a small dressing room area. For a small band; it was almost luxury. But this bar was the type of place to have things like that.

“So, you’re Bucky… I’d presume.” You state, your eyes darting all over as you take in the room.

“That’s me, but do you have a name babydoll?” He picks up a cigarette that was wasting away on an ash tray. Taking one last puff before stubbing it out. You gulp.

“Y/N.” You spit out, he smirks.

“Y/N…” The name sounds so heavenly rolling off his tongue, it sends shivers down your spine. “Couldn’t help but notice how your body moved to me singing in that crowd tonight.

His strides to you are long and dominant and you can’t help but grip onto his dressing table for support because he’s making your knees weak.

“It was…” You rack your brain for a word as he sets himself just in front of you.

“Never mind about me doll. You were fuckin’ beautiful out there tonight.” He smirks, his words made your breath hitch and look to him. He looked at you with such wonder and amazement; almost how you were looking at him just minutes before on stage.

Just at the right time, you both lean in to kiss one another and something just feels right. His hands are immediately upon your waits, pushing you up on the dressing table fully. You let your hands run through his medium length hair; but you’re both dying to rip each other’s clothes off. He takes care of his denim jacket swiftly. You break apart from him briefly; letting your eyes gaze upon his half-buttoned shirt. Letting you gaze upon his slightly hairy exposed chest.

Your hands made quick work with opening the rest, his chest slick with sweat. His post-show adrenaline not worn off yet. Bucky returned the favour by making quick work of your clothes too; a small pinafore and a turtleneck underneath. He let in a little hissed breath looking at your nearly exposed body.

“Fuck babydoll, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” Bucky’s voice was low and gravelly, his muscles tense as you grab them and he lets his groin rub against you while he’s in between your legs

“Bucky please don’t tease me.” You whine, you see the look of accomplishment wash over his face and he holds your neck tightly, squeezing as he forces you to look at him.

“I’ll do what I fuckin’ like to you.” It’s almost a threat but it sends chills down your spine and you can’t help but smile. “Take them off slut.”

He gestures to his pants and you start to slowly take off his belt and his jeans. He tugs at your hair to make you look at him once more.

“The longer you take the longer it is for you too babydoll.” He almost growls. Bucky steps out of his pants and starts to fiddle with the clips at your bra. As soon as it’s off he begins to kiss and tug at your nipples, sending you off.

“Daddy please…” You whine, not even meaning for it to come out of your mouth. Bucky stops at hearing your exclamation.

“What’d you say?” His eyes are dark, and you can’t tell if it’s from anger or pure lust that he’s feeling for you. You hoped it was the latter as you could see the large tent that had formed in his boxer shorts and you were practically yearning for him to be inside of you.

“I’m sorry- I won’t say it if you don’t want me to.” You gulp looking down slightly, but Bucky just chuckles at the innocent look on your face.

“You whine for your daddy babydoll.” Bucky smiles, tugging your panties off that were absolutely ruined just from Bucky’s teasing you. He pulls his member out of his shorts, stroking his length as he begins to kiss and nip at your neck. It lets you yelp in slight pain as you just beg for him.

“Oh god please daddy.” You try to make your words clear, Bucky gives a slight hum in question. Almost as if he was asking you ‘Please what?’

“Please I need you-!” Your try to keep your whimpers quiet as he did have other bandmembers in other rooms. Bucky chuckles and backs away from the sloppy kisses he left on your neck.

Bucky pulls you by your waist to the end of the table, angling you slightly as the head of his cock rubs your folds.

“Where do you need daddy babydoll?” His tone is teasing as he arches his neck to you, your whole body shaking at the stimulation of it all. By not answering immediately he uses his other hand to grab at your neck and asks once again. “Answer me doll.”

“Inside me daddy.” You breathlessly moan out. There is no hesitation for Bucky sliding into you. Your wetness almost made you embarrassed but Bucky’s moan at the sound of it was too good not to enjoy.

Bucky’s hips move in rhythm with yours, you feel like you’re splitting with pleasure as he also begins to bite and suck all over your chest again. You feel filthy but you love it, your nails scratching down his back and drawing blood. Each thrust making you feel full and wanting to scream your lungs out.

“I-I’m gonna cum daddy-“ You croak out, grabbing onto his hair which was absolutely drenched with sweat.

“Not unless I say so baby.” Bucky sits up and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to obey him. Bucky grabs your throat. “Look at me doll.”

You open your eyes and watch as he furiously fucks you, holding your hips tight and sweet.

“You can cum now baby.” With his words you feel yourself exploding, squeals filling the small dressing room. Your tightening walls are it for Bucky, he groans as he comes inside of you; rocking his hips as he rides away his high.

“Babydoll, if it’s any consideration we don’t just have to do this on a post-concert high.” He breathlessly smiles at you as you collapse into his chest.

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❝never❞— bucky barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: hydra!Bucky, mild violence inflicted to the reader, Bucky saying stuff he doesn’t mean, fluffy ending though Summary: While sleeping together one night, Bucky get’s a nightmare that triggers him into his old Hydra ways. Words: 773 

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Bucky sometimes lost it, you knew it happened depending on what nightmare he had or a trigger word or something. But it had never happened when he was with you. Until tonight. There you were, sound asleep in bed next to him until you were suddenly jolted awake by him screaming, standing up before lunging at you like a Spanish bull fighter. You had never screamed so loud for Bucky to stop, thankfully your screams and the crashes were heard elsewhere in the Stark building. Heroes, all in their sleepwear as they restrained Bucky to the ground. Once he was knocked out cold, Steve was the first to ask if you were alright.

"I know you've never seen him like this, but he'll be fine. Are you okay?" He asked before noticing that Bucky had managed to get bits of glass fragments scraped against your arm when he pushed you through the glass table. You didn't say a word though, to terrified to speak.

An hour later, they were trying to get him back into being himself, James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve was the only one in the room with him, the rest of you behind one of those stereotypical mirror-that-is-actually-a-window things. You'd never seen Tony so under-dressed until you'd seen him in his sleep attire, it was the only thing making you at least try to crack a smile. All of you stopped speaking when Steve began to a Bucky who was regaining consciousness. He asked a few general questions (like he usually did they said) until slowly moving onto the topic of you.

"Do you know who was sleeping next to you?" Steve asked, hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees as Bucky lay restrained in front of him.

"No. she smelled like sex and cheap perfume." Bucky's voice was not his, it had a thick accent, his eyes were dark, but your heart had fell. He had bought you that perfume and you could hear everyone take an intake of breath either to smell your perfume or as a gasp to what he said.

"Nothin' about her? Cause you should." Steve spoke sincerely as Bucky tried to free himself from the restraints but you knew he was going nowhere. It didn't stop from breaking your heart though. You couldn't stand it, especially as Bucky started screaming in a language you did not know. Through instinct you rushed off, pushing yourself through doors until you go to the interrogation room, the two men staring at you and you could feel the eyes of everyone else on you behind the screen. Bucky was twitching slightly.

"Y/N? You shouldn't be here-" Steve starts but he's interrupted.

"Y/N?" Bucky repeats, as if it's an old song he heard but he couldn't quite remember the lyrics too, but he knew that it still sounded like home.

"Buck?" You took a step forward, your feet making noises on the floor without any socks "It's me Buck."

He started writhing in his restraints again, trying to get away trying to fight.

"Y/N don't get any closer." Steve warns, standing to, right shoulder facing back in case he had to jump into action for you.

"Hey Bucko, it's me silly? The one who tells you when you've drank too much coffee?" you smile, trying to break any wall you could in his mind but he's grunting. Teeth bared like an animal.

"I'm the one that bought you the tray for when you want breakfast in bed cause you don't like to get crumbs on the bed?" You step even closer; his fists are clenched so hard that his knuckles are white. "The one that always puts my cold hands on your tummy when I'm cold and you always put the cold metal one on my neck cause it's 10x colder..." Steve didn't notice how close you got, until he realised that you were touching Bucky's hand.

"Y/N?" His voice was normal, his eyes weren't as dilated before. It was your Buck "Wh- Why- Shit I did it again- what happened?" The panic in his voice is unreal as Steve helps him out, quickly explaining that it was a nightmare trigger again.

Once he's out, he flies over to you and Steve thinks he's going to attack you again before he realises that he's just engulfed you in the biggest hug you've ever received from him, the cool metal of his arm against your hot back.

"I'm so sorry..." his voice is strained and you're convinced you can feel tears on your shoulder. "Never again, I'm never going to hurt you again doll, I promise that. Never again"

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❝fix me❞— bucky barnes

@saracons87​ - Can I get some jealous Bucky smut? Like maybe he sees his crush/girlfriend joking around with Sam and it makes him jealous?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, sex on the table ;))), swearing too Summary: Bucky can’t stop being jealous as he watches Sam flirt with you, but he finds a way to let you be his once and for all Words: 1,430

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Sticking around at the Avengers base wasn't that bad, like you mainly worked on tech and such but you made good friends with them all as Tony really saw a kind of greatness in you, just as you typed in an equation to the hologram you gave Sam the thumbs up. You were testing out new mechanics with his suit and even an upgraded locking system to find targets faster through... science stuff, it wasn't that interesting and he didn't really listen to you either when you talked about it.

Sam nodded at your signal and took off, hitting the reoccurring targets that popped up in the training field in the quickest time yet, you smiled a little at him as he came back down from his little flight.

"That was amazing! Our quickest time yet!" you smile as he jogs to a stop before you. He lifts his goggles up as he smirks at you.

"Wouldn't be nothin' without you y'know babe." He chuckles, standing a little too close behind you as you showed him the algorithms behind it all, he listens but he sounds almost dismissive of it. You're getting a little annoyed by it until you hear someones throat clear behind the two of you.

"What you two up to?" Bucky almost abruptly walks in between the two of you. He was running laps around the surrounding area to cool himself off with the thought of Sam just being around you burned him to the core.

"Jus' helping Sam around with his suit and stuff, getting on pretty well with it actually. Why did you need something?" You asked, looking up from the hologram. You weren't Bucky's and Bucky wasn't yours but that sure didn't stop him pining over you, and he knew that Sam knew and just liked to take advantage of that a little bit too far. In the time that you had replied to Bucky, Sam had switched to your other side, letting him stand beside you once again.

"Yeah we make a pretty good team don't we girly?" He looked down on you through his eyelashes so he couldn't see Bucky, an arm snaking around your waist to hold you there, his gloved hand having a flirty grip on your side so much so that Bucky's jaw clenched.

"Actually- yeah uh the mechanics of my suit have been busted up since the last time we were out and it's all busted up and making sparky noises." he chuckles, trying to figure out how to explain it to you, yourself being so smart and interesting with all this technology that sometimes Buck was a little baffled.

"Course, I'll see you later Sammy." you said, breaking away from Sam's grip which fell back to his side. Even though Bucky didn't necessarily need a nickname from you it still kind of made him jealous, of course you couldn't see that in his face as he was walking at quite a fast pace as you headed to his apartment quarters in the base. 

"So where is it?" you asked, Bucky brought you round to where he kept it, not completely lying to you; it was making sparking noises. As you sit down to work, Bucky leans on the door frame.  

"You just going to stand and stare Bucko?" you smile but don't look at him, keeping your eyes on fixing the suit but he smirks back.

"I don't really mind the view." He chuckles, before thinking about something stupid but before it's too late he's already blurted it out. "Do you like Sam? Like more than friends?"

You look up at him with a confused look but reply anyway "I like Sam, but he's too flirty sometimes, I don't even know why sometimes."

"There all done." you smile, placing the suit back on the table.

"Thanks Y/N," his smile's soft but he's getting closer to you and the table, placing his arm on the small of your back. His breaths a little louder now and your heart begin's to quicken slightly, you didn't get this feeling when Sam did that to you.

"Buc-" you begin before his lips are pressed swiftly into yours, his metal arm holding your chin up so you're angled perfectly with his lips. Though sweet at first, you start to feel his lips move and you can't help but move with him, letting your arms fly up to his neck where you hold, tugging slight strands of his hair. His hand begins to slide up your back beneath you top; his hand so warm compared to his other.

 You try to get what he's insinuating and as you both kiss in harmony you tug at the bottom of his shirt, which he breaks your kiss to swiftly take off. There's a small beam of sweat on his shoulder from him running earlier but you don't get a chance to even think about it as he wipes the table of his suit, lifting you up onto it with one swift move of his synthetic arm.

"Are you okay with this?" he says in between kisses and all you can mumble is a 'mhmm' as your lips are entangled. He begins to take your top off too as you were pining for it. He struggles for a second to find the clip of your bra before letting it fall down. 

"Wow, fuck." He's almost breathless and a bit astonished at you being like this, he thought you two would never do this. Bucky pulls you closer to his chest, his mouth moving down your neck as he works on the buttons of your jeans, your legs wrapped around him as you sat on the table, gently scratching down his exposed back, making small noises as he did so.

He helps you kick your jeans and his own off before you're left just both in your underwear, he lets you wrap your legs around him tighter as he presses a tight kiss to your lips. You could feel him through your boxer shorts and he was slightly grinding.

"Buck- please don't tease." you practically beg, his chuckle is low and deep as he presses a wet kiss to your neck.

"I've been waiting for this for so long I don't think I'm going to-" he smiles in a sultry way before laying you down, your back pressed flush against the table as he slides your underwear off, you hear Bucky murmur a few curse words before you hear the fabric of his boxers go down as well.

"You okay?" He assures, holding a hand behind your head so you can look at him, you nod and he gently massages his tip into you before sliding in.  

"Ngh- fuck." You mumble and Bucky can't help but smirk, you prop yourself up on your elbows as he takes hold of your hips, grinding in and out of you with small grunts with each breath intake. You can barely open your eyes as they're screwed shut. Biting your lip so you don't moan so loud that you might cause attention to be drawn to Bucky's room.

"Come on babygirl, open your eyes so you can watch me fuck you." He practically moans, his voice is gravelly and his metal hand is holding your hip so hard you're afraid it might bruise but you don't care, as Bucky's hips rocked into you making you feel sweet as you threw your head back. Bucky chuckles and removes his hands from your hips, you whine at the loss of contact.

"It's alright babygirl, it's alright." He places his hands behind your back, holding you up against him so you could wrap you legs tighter around him, the feeling to close your legs was so strong that you're amazed you weren't squishing him but he was a super soldier.

"Sh- Oh my god Bucky please I think-" Bucky stops moving so quickly and bites his lip quickly.

"Go on then babygirl cum for me." He presses his lips against your ear just to whisper to you and that's you won over, you legs clamp his sides and you back arches, moaning out his name into his shoulder. Bucky rocks his lips into you for a few seconds longer before pulling out, ejaculating all over onto your stomach. The both of you breathe heavily for a second before smiling at each other.

"I think your suit might need fixed again after you threw it on the floor." you say breathlessly to him.

"Are you asking for round 2 already baby?" Bucky beams a grin, pulling your aching body towards him before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Don't let Sam ever flirt with you again or there will be a round 2."

[placid-parker]

❝lost❞— steve rogers

Anon - I just discovered your blog and I’m inloveeeeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Can I request a preg(stark?) reader and she tells Steve realising he made a mistake and tries to find you but fails. But idk 3 yrs after you see eachother accidentally A SHIT LOAD OF ANGST CAUSE U WRITE ONE OF THE BEST ANGST and fluff at the end 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️ 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Warnings: just sad angst and a bit of mean steve Summary: Set during Civil War, Steve finding out you’re pregnant could tear you further and further apart Words: 1,181

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It had been three days since you had told Steve. You figured his reaction to you being pregnant was just due to the massive amount of pressure that was being forced on him since you were all war criminals now. You had defied your own father to be with him. But his attitude hadn’t changed and he kept telling you that’d he was finding any way to get rid of it but now you were finished with him. You weren’t getting rid of your baby. 

You sit in the warehouse that you, Bucky, Steve and Sam were camping out in. You tap your foot nervously as you sit on an old bit of machinery. Steve brushes off dust on his shirt, stepping over. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looked worried towards you.

“You alright babe? What is it you want to talk about?” He stands in front of you, not next to you even though there was enough room. There was a tense atmosphere about you, you knew he was still mad.

“I’m sorry Steve.” You start off and you can almost hear his heart sting, or maybe that was your own. “I’ve talked to my dad. I haven’t told them anything about you or Bucky or anyone. But I’m going. Staying out of this, I can’t keep being in every action filled occurrence. Not in my condition.”

Steve tries not to scoff in fear that it’ll sound dismissive. But he had to stick up for what he believed.

“I thought you believed in this cause? I thought you were getting rid of it-” Steve starts, but you stand up in defiance. You weren’t letting him speak to you like this.

“Stop calling our baby an it!”  You snap. “I’m sorry Steve, but you’re different. I believe in you to fix this, but we have to put what we are on hold until then.”

“Y/N- no wait come on just hear me out.” Steve begins but you grab your backpack with what little clothes you had with you.“

“I’ve heard enough Steve.” You head over to him, kiss his cheek bone before walking off. “I love you." 

And with that you were gone, walking out of Steve’s life for yours, his and your baby’s protection.

You’d been living in New York for a year now. Ever since the whole civil war deal, you had asked your dad to put you under witness protection so you wouldn’t be found. By anybody. 

"James wait! Come on sweetie you gotta hold my hand.” You chuckle, holding your sons hand, tiny in comparison to yours. Though he no undoubtedly had your hair colour, no one could deny the resemblance to Steve. You had only told him that his daddy was a hero and maybe one day, he’d meet him.

You’d been taking him in to see Tony regularly, he was James’ granddad after all. Tony had always made sure that no one would be in so you two could visit him. He took the best care of you still, made sure you got a good job and good accommodation.

When you arrive James runs his little feet over to your dad, who was gladly accepting him in open arms.

“Granp!” He only manages to make out and Tony picks him up in one swift motion, spinning him around before holding him in his arms.

“God you’re getting so big! Making me feel old.” He chuckles to the little tyke and welcomes you in gladly.

“Everyone out?” You ask, placing the small kids backpack down on the ground which had plenty of stuff to entertain James with. It hadn’t been the same between your dad and Steve since you left. Steve knew that Tony was hiding you, and Tony knew that Steve had hurt you but you didn’t want anything to come between them both.

Your dad nods in reply to you, explaining they were out clearing out some warehouses with illegal weaponry and would likely be gone so the three of you could have some time alone. Throughout the day Tony gave his heart out to his little grandson, helping him draw, showing him cool light things that would make him squeal in delight. You’d live in this moment with your dad being this happy.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little longer. You know how he hates being picked up when he’s asleep.” You giggle, remarking to your dad about your little boy, asleep on your dad’s desk. It had been a long play date for him.

“He’s just like you when you were a ki-” Your dad begins to remark but he’s interrupted by the doors opening to his office. Your heart plummets as Steve begins to speak about them eradicating the warehouse before he looks up and sees you.

“Y/N?” He gulps. “Wha- oh my god.”

“Hi Steve.” You try to remain composed. Though every instinct within you was telling you to run as fast as you could away from here, your dad was standing in front of James so that Steve couldn’t see him from this angle.

“You look… different. Not a bad different!” He was clearly referring to the fact that you were certainly not pregnant. Maybe he does think you got rid of your baby, though the pang in your heart distracted you from this as his sweet tone in his voice and the stubble that had formed around his face was setting your heart on fire.

“Ma- Granp.” A voice picks up and Tony turns around, picking James up who was wiping his eyes from sleep. He was still wrapped in a dinosaur blanket when Tony picks him up but he hands him to you. Giving you a reassuring look of you know what to do before leaving his office so it was just you, James and Steve.

“O- Is that-?” Steve begins and you nod, brushing the hair from his face. You knew this day would come. It might as well happen now.

“Steve- this is James. Jamie? This is your daddy.” You start off in a formal tone to Steve which changes to a more babyish manner when you talk to James. Your baby’s tired eyes look towards to Steve. He whines for you to walk over to him before placing a hand on Steve’s peck. He makes a happy grumble sound is his throat as he looks up to him.

“He likes you,” You chuckle, rubbing your nose into his cheek and he giggles while playing with his dinosaur blanket.

“Can I hold him?” Steve asks which you gladly accept, he was his kid after all. James makes gurgling noises and starts garbling nonsense as he is in Steve’s arms.

“He has your eyes.” You remark to him, watching as your baby boy had the time of his life, finally in his father’s arms.

“He has your smile.” Steve replies, without a second thought. “C-can I see him again?”

You pause for thought. This wasn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. It may not lead to a romance to Steve and yourself again but who knew? The least you could do was let him see your kid.

“Of course, he is ours after all.” You smile, letting James hold your finger as he playfully batted against Steve’s chest.

[placid-parker]

❝tutor❞— peter parker

Anon - How about a Peter smut where you are both shy and he's tutoring you and he kisses and he kisses you and he gets REALLY dominant. Maybe some dirty talk and by some I mean a lot.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap!) DIRTY TALK

Summary: Peter can only help so much with your test, but there are other things that he can't help, which is being so attractive

Words: 1,277

A/N: this is my first peter fic and i love my bb so much i hope this does justice. i have a lot of imagines to do and i'm putting my bucky ones on hold for a minute but i am going to do a part 2 of "take it away"!

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"And therefore the amino acids that the body cannot make are..." Peter nudged you along, he was a bit nervous at first when you asked him to help with your chemistry, as you were this insanely pretty girl (albeit shy, like Peter himself) who just needed a little guideline to helping you pass your chemistry test, you had grown a slight friendship over the past few tutoring sessions but you were still shy around one another, especially since you thought Peter was cute.

"...Ess..ential Amino Acids?" you cautiously replied, one eye half closed as you wait for Peter to tell you that your wrong. His face hangs in sadness and your heart sinks, you thought you were getting better; that is until Peter's face suddenly light p with a cheeky grin.

"That's right! See I told you that you'd be just fine! Did I get you?" you can hear in his voice an uncertainty, as if he was pushing the boundaries with being to upfront but you seem okay about it as you giggle and gently hit his arm.

"You terrified me! I was really trying to impress with that one..." You trail off as it comes off slightly desperate than meant. You could feel the blush creeping on your cheeks, oh no.

"Uhm I've just realised I've left one of my study guides in my bag at the front door, just give me a sec I'll get it." You stand from the desk the two of you were sitting at, yet Peter stands too.

"No I'll go ge-" as he stands a glass of water shakes from him hitting the table and splashes all over his shirt."Never mind, you get it and I'll clean myself up." He says with a dorky laugh to cover his embarrassment.

You head out into the hall to grab your bag, you sift through your bag until you find the actual study guide. You pick it out and zip you're bag up before heading to Peter's room once again. As you open the door, Peter is there, but his shirts off as he was right in the middle of changing into a new one. You gasp and drop the two bits of paper, not in a bad way; his body was gorgeous. But you were so embarrassed that you just wanted to run away and hide in a hole.

"Y/N wait!" Peter called back just as you began to turn to walk away again. He held onto your wrist and twirled you back, landing you in his chest. Peter gulps, he knows he'll never get it if he doesn't go for it. So he lifts your chin up and kisses you softly, timidly. You're unsure at first, his kiss was foreign but his lips tasted sweet and you couldn't make yourself stop. Suddenly Peter was stepping back, taking you with him until he collapses onto his bed, holding your hips so that you're able to straddle him while kissing. Your hands slide over his abs as he grabs your hair while you kiss; his brows furrowed in concentration.

As you're getting comfortable in your position, you feel Peter move beneath you before he flips the two of you over to he's on top. You don't know why he covered his body in hoodies, he looked so beautiful.

"Just tell me if you want to stop okay babygirl?" He tells you and you nod, his voice not exactly the dorkiest anymore as his voice rasped, it was loud next to your ear but that only made the hair on the back of your neck rise. You nod to his question and then pull his face back to yours.

Peter can't help but snake his hands slightly up your shirt, biting your lip softly mid kiss. There wsa a small heat in your stomach itching you for more, you had already wrapped your legs around Peters waist, feeling the pressure in between your thighs.

"Tell me what you want princess." Peter rests his head on yours, looking right into your eyes as he talks. You gulp, feeling his hot breath on your now swollen lips.

"You." You go in for a kiss, but Peter backs up waiting for you to finish. "I want you."

Peter smirks, looking at you reassuringly as he holds the bottom of your top before pulling it off of you.

"There we go, we get to see more of what's going to be mine now." His hand slides up your back, arching it slightly as you kiss him before he fiddles with the bra. Taking a few moments to unhook it but he doesn't waver, he doesn't want to lose his dominance by letting dorky Peter come through.

"You're eager aren't you sweetheart?" He chuckles, watching as you're trying to writhe your way you your jeans before he helps you unbutton them, sliding them off before placing a hand in between your thighs, pressing against your core which made you squirm under his touch.

"Do you like that? Hm? I bet you like it as much as I love watching you squirm." His voice has a thick smirking tone in it and you can't take it. He's teasing too much with his words that he's made you soaking through your underwear. He hooks a finger under them at your hip before sliding them down your legs, he gives kisses down your thighs as he does so.

"Come on princess use your words. Tell me what you want me to do to you." His hair was falling just into his eyes, and looking into them made you want to bite your lip so hard that it would bleed.

"I want you- please I want you inside of me." You beg, running your hands down his bag, slightly dragging your nails down too which you can see he enjoys so you decide to get a bit more adventurous with it, pulling your nails down harder down his back which he moans to. Before scowling at you, grabbing both of your arms and holding them above your head.

"I'm in control here- get it babygirl?" He tells you and you nod quickly, lifting your legs down from his waist to press them together nervously. He uses his other hand to pull down his jeans, and you gulp seeing the tent in his boxer shorts.

"You're going to take it all princess, okay?" He tells you. Eyes connected to yours to make sure you obey him, he pulls his member out of his boxers and lubricates the tip with your wetness. He pushes himself inside of you, a smirk on his face as he bites his tongue in between his teeth.

Peter's movements are long but at a good enough speed that he's grinding himself into you. Your hands wriggle in his grip, you're desperate for him.

"Peter- please let me touch you- please." You plead, trying to not make all of what you say into a continuous moan. Peter's glad aunt May wasn't home.

"Do you think you deserve it?" Peter slowly moved back from a thrust.

"Yes-yes please!" Your back arches and he lets go, before sliding right back inside you holding you right there, deep inside of you.

"Baby you're so fucking tight I think I'm going to come." Peter grunts, his hands now desperately grabbing onto your sides as he moves in and out of you.

"Me too fuck ah!" You practically scream, wrapping your legs around him so he hits you just right as you orgasm. Peter climaxes as he hears your moans, It's complete euphoria to him, he slumps down next to you after pulling out, your bodies sticky with sweat, but he pulls you into him despite that all.

"Still need help with chemistry?" He asks, his voice slightly more dorkier than before.

"The test can wait."