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Do You Hate Me?

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Summary: Loki mistakes your nervousness around him for hatred, will Loki find out the reason behind apprehension, or how you really feel about him?

Rating: 17+ slight angst

Warnings: Mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: Apologies for going MIA, I got sick AGAIN but it was even worse the 2nd time around, feeling much better, hope y'all enjoy some Loki fluff

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"I'm just putting in my earrings; I'll be right there!" you answer back, getting one last look in; your hair is pinned back with two strands framing the side of your face perfectly, the back flowing down a bit past your shoulder blades, with rhinestones weaved into the strands for that ethereal look, you're wearing an elegant a-line silhouette sage green dress with pink and green flowers embroidered through the expanse of the dress, it hangs off the shoulders with corset detailing in the torso, the sweetheart neckline showing off your collar bones beautifully, the puffy sleeves hiding your delicate arms, tea length, displaying your beige block heels perfectly, every detail of your outfit is elevating an overall polished chic aura you could feel radiating off you from miles away.

"You look perfect. Don't worry, let's move," Wanda calls out, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the elevator, "Isn't it kind of expected to be late to your own party?" you retorted, crossing your arms defiantly.

"Yes, but over an hour late is just rude. Didn't I raise you better?" Wanda responded calmly, fixing her hair in the elevator's mirrored wall, "Yeah, I know, I know," you replied, running your hands over the dress, smoothing out any wrinkles; you've been to tons of parties; that's not what's making you anxious, Thor promised you he'd bring Loki, or at least attempt to, just the thought of the tall, mysterious man makes your palms sweat, working as a biochemist under Bruce's watch was amazing, working with the brightest minds, on the edge of multiple scientific discoveries but for you what made it all worth it was the people you got to meet, you've met some of the world's bravest people, some avengers some not, after getting to know them, they're just like everyone else, they have their ups and downs, close friends, family, but one avenger captured your attention as soon as he walked into the room, it was hard to miss the standard Loki holds himself to, always remaining composed under stress, but he's charm, that's what's really got you in his grasps, he'd win over anyone with ease.

"We're here," Wanda said excitedly, patting your shoulder assuringly, "He'll be here, don't worry," you press your lips together into a thin line and step off the elevator; you suddenly feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders.

"Hello, Lady Y/N," Thor slurs out, giving you a tight hug; you laugh; he's a couple of drinks in; you look around the room, but Thor cuts you off. "He's not here yet," he says sullenly, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze; "Come, Lady Natasha has been looking for you," he grabs your hand and pulls.

"You're here!" Natasha excitedly squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around you, "So, where is the lucky fellow?" she teases, gently nudging you with her elbow; she was the first person you told about your feelings for Loki, but she already knew before you even said anything, according to her you can't hide your emotions well, seems like everyone knows how you feel about Loki except for himself, you still don't know if it's for the better or not.

"He's not here yet," you say sadly, but quickly smile; it is your birthday after all; you're not going to let one person determine if you have a good time or not; with your mood having shifted, you motion the bartender over, "three vodka shots please," you asked politely, you've decided, Loki or not, it's going to be a good night.

You walk out of the bathroom, water bottle in hand, open it, and gulp it down, "Not drinking on your big day?" you hear that delectable English accent, and you already know who it is before you've even turned around.

"No, just taking a break," you laugh nervously, shifting your weight. Loki steps closer slowly; you watch him carefully with doe eyes; he grabs your wrist, gasping at the contact, he pulls you into a warm hug; you sigh contentedly and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent, a delicious musk, Loki pulls away after what feels like only a second. Loki glides his hand down your arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps; he captures your hand and lightly kisses it. "Happy Birthday, Lady Y/N," he says smoothly; you giggle giddily, your cheeks heating up quickly.

"Thank you," you say shyly, gently pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks, "have you been here long?" you ask, tucking the pieces of hair behind your ear, "No, I just got here,” he says coolly, still holding your hand, he gently runs his thumb across your knuckles, you’re trying your best to remain composed, but every fiber of your being is firing off right now.

“Are you alright, dear?” He brings his hand to your hot cheeks. “Y/N, you’re burning up; let’s step outside for a minute,” not waiting for your response, he whisked you away, not that you’d be able to respond; you were still processing how perfectly his hand fit in yours, to your relief you feel the cool air hit your warm face, you breathe a sigh of relief, you didn’t realize how much you needed this, Loki leads you away from the music and chattering, to a calm and quiet place, with a view of the city.

“This is much better,” he uttered; he turned to you, taking in your dress, how perfectly it fits you, the sage green complimenting your complexion magnificently, “you look beautiful,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it, your heart skips a beat, this unfathomably gorgeous soul called you beautiful.

“Th-thank you,” you respond, eyes looking at the floor; you know if you meet his eyes, you may explode, “you know this has to be the longest conversation we’ve had; you always seem in a hurry to get away from me,” he admits, laughing nervously, playing with his fingers “did I do something wrong?” He asks, his hurt eyes searching yours for answers; you hadn’t even thought about how your behavior has been affecting him; you’ve been so worried he’d find out your feelings that you’ve cut every conversation short, kept your answer one-worded, all to protect yourself, to protect the scared little girl who’s afraid of rejection. Most of all, to protect your heart from the inevitable disappointment, your heart breaks a little; you had no intention to hurt Loki, to make him think you don’t like him, or worse, hate him.

“No, you didn’t do anything I-“You stop yourself before you can say it; you don’t know if you can go past this point.

“Then what is it? I keep racking my brain, wondering if I’ve done something to upset you or make you hate me, but nothing, please, just tell me why,” he said sorrowfully, inching closer to you.

“Loki, I don’t hate you, I just-“ you uttered, “I just don’t know how to act around you; you are so kind and compassionate, and I just didn’t want you to find out how I feel about you,” you babbled out, “ and I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I couldn’t live with myself if you thought I hated you, and I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, I just needed to tell you because I-“ Loki cuts you off with a tender kiss, his hands caressing either side of your face, you melt into his touch, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hands in his hair, playing with the long silk strands, you don’t want this moment to end, he sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, you pull away to breathe, Loki rests his head against yours, and you both stay there, listening to each others breathing, playing with each other's fingers.

“I could never hate you, Loki,” you confess; Loki chuckles lightly, interlocking your hands together, “you know I always wondered why you always seemed so nervous around me,” he smirks playfully, “shut up, I wasn’t that nervous,” you laughed, playfully smacking his arm, “no? I seem to recall you tripping over yourself in your hurry to get away from me," Loki snickered; you doubled forward in a fit of laughter.

"Okay, maybe I was a little bit nervous," you smiled broadly, "Maybe just a little," Loki teased, pulling you in front of him and hugging you from behind; you sighed and leaned against him, both of you swaying in the cool breeze, relishing in the feeling of bliss that buzzes throughout yours and Loki's body, it's been a pretty good birthday party.

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stevenssacrab · 3 months

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Every time I think my writing is terrible everyone is just so nice and comforting, thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️

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stevenssacrab · 3 months

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Green Is Your Color

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Summary: Dressed in green lingerie you have one mission, make Wanda beg.

Rating: 18+ smut (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Dry humping, swearing, nipple play, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), sex toys (vibrator, dildo), orgasm denial, bratty Wanda, dom reader, squirting.

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: 2.7k?! Sheeesh never thought I'd do it, Wanda is my weakness ladies and germs, hope y'all enjoy!

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"You're total today is $60 even," spoke the cashier at Victoria's Secret; you visibly cringed; you usually wouldn't spend this much on an item, but you wanted to surprise Wanda with something a little sexy; you paid with a smile, you can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees you in it. You open your door, anxiety creeping within you. Wanda should be home in a little while, just enough time to shower and dress; the entire shower, your nerves were getting the best of you.

"What if she doesn't like it?" you questioned internally, styling your hair in voluminous, bouncy curls; you sighed anxiously, blending the eyeshadow carefully. You were aiming for sultry bedroom eyes, something that would lure Wanda and turn her into putty before your very eyes; she's always taken the more dominant role in the bedroom. Tonight, your goal was to get her to beg for it, a challenging mission, you know that, and still, you had hope; you had a couple of tricks up your sleeve to achieve your goal; slowly, you massage your vanilla-scented lotion into your skin, sighing contently, inhaling the scent, vanilla always reminded you of your first date with Wanda and how nervous you were, and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the way your heart skipped a beat when you saw her for the first time, you've always known that Wanda was beautiful, she handled everything with grace, a force to be reckoned with, part of you was scared that you weren't going to be enough for her, in your opinion you were nothing special just, like every other average human. Still, she never made you feel that way, not even for a second.

You slipped into a mid-thigh length dark green silk dress with high slits that stopped at your waist, no panties, of course; you slipped on stilettos, and you ran your eyes over the whole ensemble one last time; you folded over, fluff up your roots for more volume, spray yourself with your vanilla bean perfume, and run your hands over the dress, smoothing out any imperfections, jingling of keys and dull footsteps fill your ears, "she's home" you uttered to yourself.

"Baby? Are you home?" concern layered in Wanda's voice; your bedroom door creaks open, "Baby?" she asks again.

"I'm here," you call out, trusting your nerves can't be heard through your voice, "I'll be right out, almost finished," quickly trying to straighten up the bathroom. You're stalling, but you don't care.

"Don't worry, baby, take your time," she voiced; you could practically hear the smile on her face; you sighed and attempted to shake off your nerves.

"She's gonna love it, she loves you, it'll be great," you chanted to yourself like a mantra and reached for the door handle and pulled before you could second guess yourself; your eyes land on Wanda sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling through her phone, she hasn't noticed you yet, you step forward.

"Hey baby, did you-" Wanda speaks, flicking her head to look at you; she met your eyes first, then flicked down; she widens her eyes slightly, raking her eyes over you slowly, observing and trying to memorize every detail, from the black stilettos that you know she loves, to the sexy eye makeup that puts her in a trance, hypnotized by the way the high slits elongates your legs, watching you intently, chin low, eyes hooded. You walk closer, one foot in front of the other, hips swaying with each step; you stop directly in front of Wanda, gently placing your hands on her shoulders; you smile down at her. Wanda breathes through her mouth, tongue dancing along her bottom lip; you slowly climb into Wanda's lap and groan softly when Wanda's hands grip your waist, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

"Mmm, you look so good," Wanda groaned in between feverous kisses, moving her lips to your neck, sucking dark circles into your skin; you moaned softly, tilting your head back, "What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, nibbling gently at the skin; you squeak happily, caressing the back of her head.

"Nothing, I just wanted to surprise you," you spoke breathlessly, lightly grinding your bare pussy against the rough fabric of Wanda's jeans, "do you like it?" you hummed, running your hands under Wanda's jacket, sliding it off.

"You should surprise me more often," she teased, gliding her hands under the dress and squeezing your ass, helping you grind into her slowly; you grip her shoulders, shamelessly grinding into her; Wanda gently traces her fingers up your arm; stopping at the straps of the dress and pulls them down over your shoulders, exposing your tits to the cold air, Wanda doesn't miss how you shiver, she cups them massaging them roughly she brings her head down, flicking her tongue over the bud, you whimper, watching opened mouth, she grins and captures your bud, sucking gently, she looks up at you innocently, you groan, rutting against her quickly you feel your orgasm building up, Wanda moans around your nipple, rolling your free nipple between her fingers, you moan loudly, picking up speed, you're so close.

"Oh god, I'm so close," you plead, eyes screwed shut, rubbing your clit against the denim; Wanda lightly nibbles your nipple, sending you over the edge; you cum hard, hips bucking wildly into her, digging your nails into Wanda's shoulders, when you open your eyes Wanda is looking at you with dark, hungry eyes, if looks could kill you'd be long gone, you gently push her back to the bed, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, you climbed off her, your dress hanging on by your hips, you sit on the floor, resting on your heels, you unbutton Wanda's pants and lean forward to pull the zipper down with your teeth, looking up to her innocently, Wanda rest on her elbows, watching you closely, licking her lips slowly, you smile up at her mischievously, lazily dragging her pants down, littering kisses all the way down her legs, you slide your hands up her legs to her clothed pussy, you can already see a wet spot, you find her clit even with her panties on and slowly rub circles, watching Wanda's reaction, she sighs contently, giving herself over to you, you lick a hard stripe up her pussy, Wanda groans frustrated, shes over the barrier muffling the sensations, you smile and move her panties to the side exposing her swollen bud, you lean forward and blow cool air onto her wet pussy, Wanda groans, annoyed you won't give her what she wants, you press your tongue against her clit, gently kitten licking, still not delivering fully, she bucks her hips in search for more pressure but you pull back.

"Uh uh," you say with a smirk, slowly leaning back in and licking harder than before. She groans loudly, throwing her head back; she bucks her hips up shamelessly; you grip her hips and hold her still.

"We do this my way, or we don't do this at all," you say confidently, rubbing circles into her skin; she looks up at you in disbelief, under the impression that she would lead like always; she lets out a disgruntled groan and falls back onto the bed in defeat, you kiss her pussy "good girl, behave and maybe I'll let you cum on my tongue" you spoke, your lips capture her clit gently and suck, not nearly enough for her to cum, but enough for her to feel good, Wanda obediently holds her hips still, taking heed of your warning, you reward her good behavior with a particularly hard suckle, she gasps and closes her legs around your head, you moan, satisfied and pry her legs open, still suckling roughly, Wanda buries her hand in your hair and bucks her hips onto your tongue, you groan disapprovingly and smack her hand away, "don't make me tie you down," you say darkly, slapping her sensitive clit lightly, she whimpered loudly.

"I'll behave," she said agitatedly; you hook your fingers in her underwear and pull them down; she picks her feet up onto the bed, opening her legs, displaying her wet pussy for your eyes only; you lick your lips slowly and attach your lips to her clit, sucking roughly, running your teeth along her clit gently, she moans and quivers, trying her absolute hardest to hold still, you look up at her, she has her eyes tightly closed, fists clenched, knuckles turning white, you almost feel bad, she's trying so hard to behave, you reward her by sliding your finger inside, pumping slowly, you groan, it was so easy pushing in, not a hint of resistance, you curl your finger in search for that bundle of nerves, a moan rips from Wanda’s throat, her legs shake violently, you found the spot, you slowly pump your finger hitting it each time, Wanda is a quivering mess at your mercy and she wouldn’t have it any other way, arching her back, she speaks.

“Ugh, fuck, just like that,” Wanda barks through gritted teeth; grinding down onto your finger; the way her walls spasm around your finger, you can tell she's close; suddenly, you cease all movement and watch Wanda greedily try to fuck herself; Wanda moans frustratedly; you smile and reach under the bed and pull out a pink vibrator, Wanda’s face drops, she's in for it, and she knows it, your face twist in an evil grin and climb on the bed, seating yourself next to her, you flick on the toy and part her pussy lips and press the toy directly on her clit, Wanda cries out loudly; she grips your thigh tightly, looking at you, pleading without saying a word, you set the toy higher, she moans, digging her fingernails into your thigh.

"Fuck, don't stop," she pleads; you knew she would have a firm resolve; you had hoped that she crack by now, you set the toy even higher, and Wanda opens her mouth in a silent scream, determined to get her to break, you slide three fingers inside, curling your fingers expertly, hitting that sweet spot you know drives her crazy, she lets out a scream so loud you're sure she's going to lose her voice, bucking her hips, fucking herself onto your fingers, " mmm so close, I'm gonna cum," she grips the sheets braces for impact. Still, you lift the toy and pull your fingers out; Wanda growls loudly, "What the fuck?!" she booms, looking at you angrily.

"Just say the magic word," you tease; she knits her brows, confused for only a second, and then her face twists mischievously.

"No, make me," she bites back, smirking smugly.

"With pleasure," cockiness dripping off your voice, setting the toy to its highest, pressing it to her clit brutally, "OH!" she moans deafeningly, arching her back off the mattress; you sneer, rubbing the toy in circles; moans pouring out of her, she watches you abuse her clit cruelly, "fuck, so close," she squeals, you push in 2 fingers aiming straight for the g-spot, forcing her to the edge, viciously, you want her as close as possible so you can deny her, Wanda's moans growing louder and louder, blatantly grinding against the toy desperate to cum, and right when she's about to go over the edge, you pull away, smirking when she throws her head back against the mattress.

"Give up?" you asked, raising your brow. Wanda scoffs, "Never, do your worst," she hisses back.

"Suit yourself," you snarl, pulling out an 8-inch dildo. Wanda's face drops; she looks at you, panicked, her eyes flicking between you and the dildo, shaking her head slightly, "What happened? Cat got your tongue?" you asked egotistically, crawling like a predator stalking their prey; you set the toy to low and apply light pressure to her abused clit, Wanda sighs contently, closing her eyes blissfully, unsatisfied with her peace of mind, you slowly slide the tip of the dildo in, Wanda's eyes snap open, you smile and push the toy in deeper, Wanda groans, the stretch stings deliciously, you both moan as you bottom out, Wanda's chest rises and falls steadily, fully engrossed in all the sensations you're providing her, setting the vibrator higher Wanda reacts instantly, gripping the bedsheets, massaging her tits over her shirt, she mewls lifting her hips off the mattress, that familiar coil tightening, you pick up the pace, fucking her pussy quickly, she frustratedly rips her shirt off and pulls her bra down, exposing her tits, she's desperately pinching at her nipples, lips trapped between her teeth, you angle the toy, masterfully hit her spot, she moans loudly, clenching around the dildo, not slowing down, you ask.

"Ready to beg?" fucking her senselessly, Wanda cries out; she tries to answer, but every time she opens her mouth, you thrust the toy, and all that comes out is grunts and groans of pleasure; you set the toy higher and said "answer me," Wanda whimpers loudly, she's been dancing along the edge for so long, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, "no," she hissed defiantly through clenched teeth, "oh?" you questioned, setting the toy to the highest level, Wanda screams, thrashing about, you stop, "ready now?" you teased, "no," Wanda repeated, you turn the toy back on and fuck her ruthlessly, Wanda sobs loudly, tears in her eyes, she looks at you brows knitted together, "I'm-" she squeaks out, "yes baby?" you ask mockingly, still, you keep thrusting into her pussy mercilessly, she opens her mouth and attempts to say something, but all that comes out is whimpers and whines, she pants and watches mouth ajar as the dick disappears in her, you stop, "ready?"

"N-no," she spoke, voice strained, fists clenched; you scoff, turn the toy back on and ram the dildo back in fucking her mind-numbingly fast; a sob rips through Wanda's throat, all she can do is lay there and take it all, she doesn't have the energy to move, "I- so close," Wanda pants out, you pull back, and Wanda whines loudly "no! please I, please let me cum, I’m sorry, please" Wanda pleaded, eyes filling with tears, her lip quivering, you lean down and kiss her forehead. "It's okay, baby," you whisper affectionately and turn the vibrator on high, "Yes!" Wanda moans loudly; as you pump the dick in and out savagely, Wanda is reduced to a blubbering mess, babbling nonsense; the mascara she had on is running down her cheeks; her mouth hangs open, whines and whimpers spilling out before she can stop them. "Please, I'm so close," she weeps, her face contorted in bliss, her body shaking violently. You change the angle of the toy, and Wanda whines loudly; she cums, mouth open in a silent scream, her vision going white, ringing in her ears, gripping the bedsheets so hard it's coming off the corners; you slowly fuck Wanda through it, ceasing when she whimpers in pain.

"Oh my god," Wanda breathes, scoffing in disbelief; she picks her head up, looking at you, smiling from ear to ear, "that was amazing; I loved it," she laughs, sitting up on her elbows, "green is definitely your color."

"I can tell; look at the mess you made," you chuckle, gesturing to the end of the mattress. Wanda looks at you like you have two heads before looking down; there's a big wet spot between her thighs. Wanda squirted, and she didn't even realize it; a deep shade of red crept along Wanda's cheeks and onto the tips of her ears; she hid her face in her hands, groaning loudly; she wanted the world to swallow her whole. She's so embarrassed; you chuckle lightly and gently grab Wanda's wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. Wanda looks up at you, humiliated.

"It's okay, baby, it's natural; I'm impressed I didn't know you could do that," you chuckled, pulling Wanda in for a tight hug, "I didn't know I could do that either; ugh, I'm so sorry," she said, hiding her face in her hands again.

"Don't even worry about it; I'm not mad or anything; we just change the sheets, and end of story," you said, rubbing her back reassuringly. Wanda lifted her head up.

"Are you sure?" she choked up, hiding her face in your neck and wrapping her arms around your torso, "I'm positive, baby, don't worry," you whispered against her forehead.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up."

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Sí! Quería preguntar por Agatha Harkness?

¿Algo en particular que quisieras que escribiera? intenta ser lo más específico :)

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Hi! Do you write for Marvel women? Yo hablo español también ��

Hello! Yes I do! Anyone in particular you wanna read about?

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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I Can't Wait

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Summary: You come home tired after an exhausting mission and just want to shower and go to bed, but Natasha has other ideas.

Rating: 18+ smut (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Sub reader, soft dom Natasha, fingering, mommy kink (i'm not sorry), oral (female receiving), hair pulling, aftercare?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: Had to take a break while I recovered but I'm back baby! This is my 2nd, 2,000 word fic! I had tons of fun writing this one, hope everyone enjoys.

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You sigh, push the key through the keyhole, and open your door. This week's mission really pushed you past your breaking point, and you just wanted to get into a hot shower and wash away all the sweat and grime that had built up; you close the door behind you and sigh for the umpteenth time, tossing your keys haphazardly on the counter.

"I'm home," you exhale, kicking off your boots and walked toward your room; you barely make it through the threshold when Natasha pins you against the wall, devouring your lips; you groan, hands grasping at her hair.

"I've missed you, baby; you smell so good," Natasha uttered between kisses, inhaling your scent; she's always had this primal attraction to your natural scent; she slid her thigh in between your legs, grinding against your core, you whimper against her lips, shamelessly grinding into her thigh, she licks at your lips, silently asking permission to explore, you obliged, opening your mouth, tasting the vanilla ice cream off her tongue.

"Wait, I have to shower; I smell so bad," you whined, throwing your head back in an exasperated groan. Natasha chuckles and steps aside, snickering at the situation's absurdity.

"Don't take too long, or I'll start without you," Natasha teases playfully, choosing to lie on the bed in the meantime; you briskly walk into the bathroom, quickly shedding your clothes. Natasha's not one to make empty promises; the water is like heaven against your aching muscles, and you groan gently; you squeeze shampoo into your palm and spread it in your hair, firmly massaging your scalp, and then rinse; you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Let me help you, baby," Natasha whispered hotly into your ear, squeezing body wash onto your loofa and lathering; she started at your arms, softly kneading the soap into your damp skin; you mewl into her touch, her soft hands caressing your aching muscles, rubbing her soapy hands all over your body, hugging you from behind, pawing at your tits and pinching the erect buds roughly, while suckling on your neck, you lean against her and tilt your head, giving her more space to explore, and she does, eagerly.

"Please," you beg; Natasha chuckles, biting down on your shoulder, running her middle finger through your pussy lips; you whine loudly, desperate for more.

"Beg for more, baby," she coos softly, nibbling your ear gently, hands palming your ass; you let out a high-pitched moan.

"Please, more, I need you; I'll be a good girl, I promise," you whined loudly, gripping her hand and placing it on your aching pussy, "please, I'll do anything," you keened delicately, spreading your legs, Natasha groans and obliges, expertly rubbing circles into your swollen clit, you moan loudly, resting your head on her shoulder.

"Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I touch you here?" she murmured in your ear, "Yes, I love it," you sobbed, drunk off her fingers, bucking into her hand boldly. Natasha gently turned your head, kissing you slowly, swallowing every whine and moan that spilled out of you; she gently slapped your sensitive clit, smiling when you gasped loudly.

“More; I need more, please,” you pleaded desperately against her lips; she only smiled, relishing how easy it is to get you riled up.

“Anything for you, my princess,” she hums, fingers playfully circling your hole, teasing you further; you whine and buck your hips forward eagerly; she snickered at your desperation, and she lifted two fingers to your mouth; you take them in without a word, gliding your velvet tongue over her digits, suckling harshly as her other hand circles your clit, she pulls her fingers out, slowly sliding one inside, you moan loudly, pushing down onto her finger, desperate for more, pumping her finger in and out agonizingly slow, you whine lustily, hopelessly trying to bounce on her finger but she pulls out entirely.

“Ah ah,” she disapproves, lowering her hand once again, this time sliding in two fingers; you throw your head back and moan thunderously, “Yes, just like that,” you babble out; she pumps her fingers in and out, curling her fingers in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot exactly, you mewl loudly, legs feeling like jelly, Natasha holds you up easily, she angles her fingers, hitting it with every thrust, you feel that familiar twist in your stomach, you know if she keeps going like this you won’t last long, you try to express that your close but your brain can’t think straight all that comes out is high-pitched moans, growing louder and louder by the second.

“I-I,” you blurt out, desperately trying to warn her.

“Yes, baby?” She coos, thrusting her fingers faster. She knows you are close, but she wants to hear you say it; she wants to see if you can do it; she likes to watch you short-circuit from the pleasure, to be cruel and add to your undoing; she sucks and bites at your neck, you let out a moan so deep it comes from your throat.

“Nat, I’m, oh god,” you sob; you look down and watch with your mouth ajar, her fingers pumping into you with such speed that you don’t know how you’ve made it this far.

“Are you close, baby? Do you wanna cum on my fingers?” She asks mockingly, thrusting her fingers particularly hard, punctuating each word with a hit to your g-spot; you’re past the high-pitched whines and moans, past trying to stay quiet for the neighbor's sake; all that comes out of you are throaty moans, and screams.

“Yes, mommy! Please let me cum on your fingers; I’m so close,” you cry, tears streaming down your face, simply because she loves to watch you suffer; she lifts her hand and rolls your nipple in between her thumb and index finger, and you scream, and when you thought she couldn’t go faster, she picks up the pace, lowering her hand to play with your clit at the perfect pace.

“Cum on my fingers, baby, let me hear you,” she whispers hotly in your ear, panting; you cum on her fingers, throwing your head back, moan ripping out of you, your vision goes white, and all you hear is ringing in your ears, you feel your walls spasming around her fingers, fucking you through your high, she slowly pulls out her fingers, you lift off her and turn around and stare at her, watching her closely, she puts her two fingers in her mouth, moaning, savoring your delicious taste, eyes locked on yours, you stare, body buzzing that post orgasm feel, she pulls them out with a pop, and it snaps something within you, you push her back against the cool tile wall, you drop to your knees, she chuckles.

“So eager to please,” she hums proudly, stroking your hair lovingly; you waste no time and dive in, your tongue expertly finding her clit, kitten licking it, your eyes watching her; she sighs contently, hand resting on the top of your head, you lift your fingers to her mouth, as she had done before, and she opens her mouth obediently, accepting your fingers, coating them and sucking them softly, you latch onto her clit, catching her off guard, with your fingers still in her mouth she moans gently, you pull them out and tease her hole, slowly push in one finger, pumping excruciatingly slowly, she pressed her lips together trying to suppress her moans, she’s been known to repress how good you make her feel, she wants you to earn her sweet sounds, you sit back on your heels for a better angle, you fit together like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other, you suckle gently on her clit, mixing between, licking and gently running your teeth along her bud, her face relaxed, she lazily ruts herself against your silk tongue, you moan sending vibrations through her body, gasping softly, gripping your hair gently, you moan again, relishing the delicious sting at your scalp, your hands glide up her legs and to her ass, pawing aggressively against her supple skin, you use your grip as leverage and help her grind down on your tongue, you flick your tongue delectably slow, treasuring the taste, watching her face contort in pleasure, her eyes are closed, her mouth hangs open, she’s basking in it all, you give her ass a smack, signaling her to open her eyes and watch you work away, she watches, bottom lip captured by her teeth, even still she’s holding back, you slide a 2nd finger in, curling your fingers, in search of her bundle of nerves, she moans quietly, watching your fingers disappear inside her, you feel the familiar texture of her spot, you know the feeling all to well, and push your fingers against it slowly, she gasps loudly, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Holy shit,” she blinks rapidly, eyes seeing stars, “don’t stop,” she pleads, chasing that feeling again; you smile; it’s too easy to get her worked up; she likes to act as if it’s not; but you’ve spent a lot of time exploring all her sweet spots and discovering what makes her tick, you curl your fingers once again, brushing against the bundle of nerves, she mewls loudly, her resolve long gone, she throws her head back against the tile, you add the third and final finger, she yelps, eyes wide watching in disbelief, you slide in with ease, curling all three fingers exactly where she wants it, she opens her mouth in a silent scream, her legs trembling violently, she lets out a loud gasp, followed by a cry.

“Oh god, yes,” she weeps, her hands gripping your shoulders, trying desperately to stay upright. Still, her legs feel like they’ll give out at any moment, “Just like that, baby, yes,” she babbles out; you thrust your fingers, hitting the perfect spot every time; you lean forward and lightly lick her clit; earning a scream from Natasha, she grips your hair and pushes you against her pussy, you latch around her clit and suck mercilessly, you can tell she's close, she moans so loud they bounce off the tile, water running cold, you grab her right leg and throw it over your shoulder, eliciting a moan so deep it pains her, her hands buried in your hair, using it as leverage to fuck herself into your face.

"Cum for me, baby," you say quickly, reattaching yourself to her clit, sucking ruthlessly; she gasps loudly and cums on your fingers, body shaking vigorously, eyes squeezed shut, panting loudly; you slowly fuck her through the high; she whimpers when it's too much, you chuckle slightly and pull out, your legs feel numb, you have trouble standing, Natasha hugs you and pulls you up, kissing you tenderly, holding you sweetly, caressing your back and shoulders, almost thanking you, you draw mindless patterns into her wet skin, soothing her muscles, kiss her lazily, hand hidden in her hair, she breaks the kiss and reaches for conditioner and squirts some in her palm, gently massaging it through your hair, you hum, basking in her fingers gingerly rubbing your scalp, running her hands delicately through the strains, she walks you back into the water, you gasp; all the hot water is gone, cold water envelops your body, you shiver, pulling Natasha closer for warmth, she soothingly rinses the conditioner out of your hair, and turns off the water, Natasha grabs the towel and dries you off, carefully patting your more sensitive parts, she helps you step into your underwear, legs still feeling a little wobbly, you support yourself on her shoulders as you step in, she playfully smacks the band against your hip, you laugh and playfully hit her arm, next she grabs your oversized shirt and pulls it over your head, you return the favor and pat Natasha's skin dry, carefully wrapping her hair in the towel, she grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom, reaching for a fresh pair of panties, and steps into them, pulling an oversized shirt over her head, you both crawl into your warm bed and cuddle for warmth against the cold winter air,

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said lovingly, pulling you closer. You sighed happily, "Goodnight," you whispered and blissfully fell asleep in her arms.

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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Sub Jake!? I’m in

"BEG." + JAKE LOCKLEY

afab/fem!reader x jake lockley (fills a @moonknight-events bingo square!)

content: light d/s dynamics, sub!jake, femdom reader, dry humping, begging (duh), maybe a little bratting from jake

"Amor..."

The plea comes breathlessly. The man who has you on your knees at least twice a week is nearly whining beneath you.

It feels amazing.

"Jake..." You drag out his name as you roll your hips over his bulge once again- slowly. Deliberately. As you start to roll your hips again, Jake grinds up into you. You stop abruptly.

He lets out a frustrated groan and you swallow the urge to giggle at his desperation. "What, baby?"

"Te nescesito," Jake says through gritted teeth. You know he means it; his cock is leaking from where it's pinned between your thighs, creating a wet patch that's smeared over his boxers. Or maybe that's you. Your panties are soaked through at this point.

He clears his throat, and his hands come up to lightly grab your hips. "Come on, mama, give it to me..."

This time, you do laugh. You gently take his hands and pin them on either side of his head as you lean forward to whisper in his ear. Jake huffs to cover another desperate moan.

"And what makes you think you get to tell me what to do now, hm?" you say, your breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. He shivers, thighs trembling as he tries to keep his twitching hands still. You feel him press his arms into the mattress to stop himself from squirming. Power surges through you. You've got him. "That's right, good boy..."

Jake whimpers. He actually fucking whimpers. "Please."

Oh. That's good. You lean back up to see Jake's brows knitted together with his bottom lip pinned under the other.

"Please, what?"

Jake swallows. "I want you to ride me..."

You hum, like you're considering giving him what he wants. Then, you click your tongue and shake your head. "Where are your manners, sweet boy?"

Jake breathes deeply- exasperated- as he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. A heavy exhale comes through his nose and you hum again, disapprovingly this time.

"C'mon, Jake. Beg. I won't ask again," you say with a firm tone. You feel his cock twitch and fight back a smile. You know he wants it. You know he needs it. But you let him figure it out for himself.

Jake's eye squeeze shut even tighter. "Please fuck me..." There's still a bite to his tone, but it dissipates when he opens his eyes to see you staring down at him, eager for more.

"I need you. Fuck, I need your pussy," he rambles, weak to your stern gaze. "Ride me- use me- I don't care."

His hips twitch again. "I just... I just need you so bad, mi sol. Please." You think he's done, but he says one more thing as your lips part.

"You make me feel... so, so good."

You soften at that, smiling and leaning down to kiss him, letting your fingers lightly tease over the skin of his wrists before grabbing them and pressing down again.

"I know, my love..." You kiss his cheek. "Just lay back and let me use you, okay?"

I'm chewing on the bars of my enclosure I need to top him so fucking bad

thanks for your patience on new fics everyone- I've just been relaxing this holiday season and spending time with my family and partner and doing some crafts and traveling... new semester starts up soon but it's gonna be a good one! best of luck to my fellow students out there!

also, I'm almost at 2,000! I'd appreciate a reblog to help get me over the hill. it'd be nice to have some new friends around here!

#jennys.faves

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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Chicken Noodle Soup

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Summary: When you're feeling under the weather, Peter saves the day with some classic chicken noodle soup

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Reader is sick

Word Count: 0.7k

a/n: I'm feeling a little sick thus, this baby was born, wish I had a Peter to take care of me.

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You felt like shit and probably looked like it, this sickness was kicking your ass, and no amount of medication helped; you just had to let it run its course; you've been tossing and turning in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering your body but you felt like you were freezing to death, your nose red and raw from the constant sneezing and blowing, you lost track of how much aspirins you'd taken for the killer headache you had since you first started getting sick, with the constant pounding everything seemed way too bright, currently sucking on some halls, to soothe the irritation in your throat, your cheeks hollow, you haven't had the energy to eat much, you've lost a few pounds, and it showed in your face.

"Add chicken and let simmer for 10 minutes," Peter repeated to himself; following May's instructions, Peter grabbed the cutting board and rinsed, placing it on the drying rack, opening the cabinet, grabbed a medium-sized bowl, and carefully poured it into the bowl, taste testing it making sure it was perfect. He delicately held the bowl and placed it onto the tray, accompanied by a glass of orange juice and some saltine crackers. He cautiously walked to your bedroom; you were sleeping, your face contorted in discomfort; even in sleep, you couldn't find peace; he quietly placed the tray on your nightstand.

"Y/N, wake up; it's time to eat," Peter whispered and gently shook you awake; you groaned softly and opened your eyes, landing on Peter's sweet face; you smiled lightly; it didn't matter how you felt you were always happy to see Peter, your eyes shifted to the tray and your smile broadened, Peter never failed to impressive you, he had always been so thoughtful and caring, you hadn't asked him to make food in the first place, he came up with it all on his own, it's how you knew his heart is in the right place, you'd kiss him right now if it weren't for your current state.

"What's this?" you asked, smiling brightly at him. You reached for the tray, but Peter beat you to it, lightly placing the tray on your lap, "You made this?" you croaked out; this cold hasn't been easy on your voice and throat.

"I made it for you," Peter smiled bashfully, lifting a spoonful to your mouth; you accepted it happily and groaned loudly. Peter's eyes widened, fearing the worst, but you snatched the spoon out of Peter's hand and spooned more soup into your mouth; groaning again, Peter let out a hardy laugh, watching as you practically inhaled the soup.

"Here, drink some juice," he smiled brightly, handing you the glass; you eagerly grabbed the glass, almost drinking the whole thing in one go. You had no idea you were this hungry, but you felt this soup warm up your soul. It was so good.

"Ahh, man, that's good," you sighed happily, "great job, Pete, it's perfect," you beamed and then returned to inhaling the soup.

"I also brought some medication to help you, some DayQuil and NyQuil, and some Pedialyte," Peter said, pulling a ray of medications out of the little care package he made for you, " I want you to rest. I don't want you to do anything; I'll be here if you need anything, okay?" Peter questioned; you nodded your head.

"When did you make this?" You quizzed, dipping a saltine cracker into the soup; Peter grinned.

"I made it at home with May and heated it up when I got here," he said matter of factly.

'Is all this from scratch?'

"Yes, it's from scratch, down to the noodles," he beamed.

"I had no idea you could cook so well," you say, impressed further. Peter laughs in shock, "Oh no, thank May, she basically made the whole thing; I just added the chicken when I got here and heated it up," Peter says, slightly embarrassed, rubbing his neck sheepishly; you laugh lightly.

"It's okay, Peter. I still love it, and thank Aunt May," you smiled. Peter leaned into your touch, caressing the hand holding him, and kissed the inside of your palm; you smiled bashfully; you grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the broth, licking your lips, satisfied with your meal.

“Thank you, Pete, it was delicious,” you kissed his forehead; Peter grinned and held your hand.

“Okay, get some rest, baby,” he utters, lifting the tray from your lap and exiting the room; getting one last look in, you shift comfortably in your bed, sighing happily, already feeling ten times better.

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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Tell Me Everything

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Summary: After a successful first date with Loki, you spill all the details to Wanda and Natasha

Rating: 17+

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, kissing, insecure Loki and reader

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: got this idea from a random dialogue generator, had tons of fun writing this one, Loki holds a special place in my heart, love that mans

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"Goodbye, darling," he says; you can't deny this gravitational pull between you and Loki; you tiptoe and delicately kiss him. Loki rests his hands on your waist, drawing gentle circles into the fabric of your dress; when you pull back, you're met with a soft smile.

"Goodnight, Loki," you say happily; you close the door softly; you're on cloud 9; you sigh happily and flop onto your bed, excitedly kicking your legs about; happiness bursts out of you, reminiscing on tonight's events. You stand to change into something more comfortable when you're interrupted by a light knocking on your door.

"Who is that? It's almost 2 am," you ponder, dodging the articles of clothing scattered on the floor; you barely get the door open when Wanda and Natasha barge into the room, throwing a million questions at you before you've even had a chance to say hello.

"How did it go?" Wanda shrieks, dragging you to your bed. She and Natasha sit directly across from you; you feel you're about to be interrogated.

"So well," you practically swoon, a smile creeping across your face; Wanda squeals excitedly, gripping your hands tightly. She and Natasha have been with you throughout this journey, through the mutual pining, the denial, the awkward stage, everything; they know how much this date meant to you and are happy to see you happy, to be with someone who will finally treat you right.

"Tell me everything; I want to know it all," Natasha says excitedly; you laugh; you've never seen them so excited; you cross your legs together and get comfortable, ready for the long night ahead of you.

"Okay, well, he picked me up at 9, and he was wearing this well-fitted black suit, with accents of gold, oh and his hair was slicked back, and I wore this spaghetti strap dark green floor-length corset dress with a high slit, I picked the color on purpose," you giggled wholeheartedly.

You're dressed in a dark green dress with a column silhouette and spaghetti strap neckline, with a corset detail in the midsection, accompanied by a high slit that stops at your hip bone; to compliment the dress, you went with gold earrings and beige block heels tying the whole outfit together perfectly, opting to part your hair directly down the middle; Loki donned a fitted black suit, with a black and gold tie, with a complex pattern, following with a black and gold handkerchief, hair slicked back smoothly, his long hair cascading past his shoulders.

"Where did you guys go?" Wanda questioned, leaning forward, anticipating your response.

"He took us to this lovely restaurant with a live pianist and a beautiful chandelier, and the food was excellent; I got this fantastic tomato basil pasta, and he ordered a steak covered with a mushroom wine sauce."

Hand wrapped around Loki's, you walk into an ethereal interior that could bring a grown man to tears; beautiful white columns line the walls with intricate crown molding of vines and swirls, the whole room white, with flicks of gold everywhere, tables adorned with white clothes, and greenery on every table, complimenting the white and gold perfectly and a gorgeous white and gold crystal chandelier illuminating the entire room, soft piano music filled your ears, completing the whole experience.

"What did you guys talk about?" Natashed pressed, scooting closer, eagerly awaiting your response.

"Well, at first, it was kinda awkward; we talked about how nice the restaurant was," you laughed nervously, scratching your head quizzically, "then we started talking about the moment when we began to develop feelings for each other.”

"I knew when I came down for a glass of water in the middle of the night, and you were helping Sam get back to his room safely after he had drunk too much; I'll admit, I was a little jealous. I wanted you to hold me the way you were holding Sam; I knew that I needed someone who always saw the best in people, a person who could remind me I'm not a terrible person, regardless of how I feel, someone like that deserves to be cherished and worshipped every day of their life " Loki said, looking deeply into your eyes, blush inched from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.

"I knew when I saw you were playing with Morgan and Cassie; I knew that everyone had you all wrong; you weren't the monster everyone made you out to be; I never once believed it for a second; I knew the person you were underneath, a kind, benevolent god, I was and still am determined to help you see it for yourself," you said, gently caressing Loki's hand, running your thumb over his knuckles.

"What did you guys do afterward?" Wanda inquired, eyes flicking between you and Natasha eagerly.

"We went to the beach, watched the waves, and talked about moments when we thought we couldn’t contain how we felt.”

With the cool summer air blowing through your hair, you walked near the shoreline, feeling each grain of sand between your toes and gasping slightly whenever the cold ocean water pricks your skin, small gentle waves kissed the sandy beach, the rhythmic sound of the waves creating a soft hum, heels in one hand, the other hanging onto Loki; luckily, Loki came prepared with a basket of pillows and a blanket to lay on, you both picked a secluded spot and spread the blanket, making yourselves comfortable, you started off laying separately but eventually gave in and embraced into each other, resting your head on Loki’s chest, drawing patterns haphazardly. At the same time, he played with your hair absentmindedly; you sighed contently, watching the gentle waves form soft, undulating hills on the ocean’s surface. “Was there ever a moment when you wanted to confess how you felt about me?” You asked whimsically, resting your chin on his chest, watching him closely.

“A few times, but one in particular sticks out for me: when you came to comfort me when reporters asked offensive questions in an attempt to get a rise out of me, you came and sat with me and told me how the reporters were wrong for asking such questions, and you told me how you could see who I truly was,” Loki reached for your hand, and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it delicately, playing with your fingers. “Then you grabbed my hand and looked at me so lovingly. You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you then. It took all my strength not to; I desperately wanted to tell you how I felt, but I had convinced myself that someone as unique as you could never love someone like me,” your eyes slowly filled with tears. You sat up, trying to hide them, Loki caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears, “oh darling, I didn’t mean to upset you; please don’t cry my love,” he said compassionately, you sniffled and nodded slightly “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry it’s just, Loki you truly are amazing I hope one day you’ll see yourself as I see you,” you said grabbing his hands and interlacing your fingers tightly.

“I almost told you after the Christmas dinner party, the day was so perfect; I was with everyone that I cared about, and I had a few glasses of wine in me, and you were helping me back to my room; you were holding me so carefully, you were so cautious of where your hands were, most men would’ve taken advantage of the situation but you, you went out of your way to make me feel safe and comfortable, and then when you brought me to my room you made sure I drank plenty of water, you were so caring and concerned for my well being, but the moment I almost caved was when I had finally laid down and was slowly dozing off, you were caressing my hair and humming a lullaby to me, I opened my eyes to look at you one last time and the look in your eyes, took my breath away, I was going to express how I felt, but I had accidentally dozed off before I could say anything,” you smiled to yourself, ruminating in how you felt then.

“Did you guys kiss?” Wanda and Natasha asked simultaneously, laughing at the situation; they smiled at each other.

"Yeah, I kissed him, actually; he walked me to my room and wished me goodnight; there was this alluring look in his eyes that you can't help but fall in love with," your cheeks turning deep, rosy pink.

"Goodnight, darling," Loki whispered, eyes flicking down to your lips and then back to your eyes; you subconsciously lick your lips, Loki's hands resting on your waist, drawing small circles into the fabric of your dress. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hands in his hair; he sighs tranquilly, closing his eyes, losing himself. He's putty in your hands, and you don't even know it, your eyes dancing between his eyes and his lips; you both dance around what you want, waiting for someone to move first; you can't wait any longer, nearly a year of pining after each other has lead up to this moment, you pull him down and kiss him tenderly, his lips fitting against yours perfectly, like he was made just for you, he eagerly returns the kiss, pulling you against him tightly, his hands exploring the expanse of your back, memorizing every bump and ridge, you both pull away for air, staring at each other, panting, with smiles painting your faces, Loki glides his hands down your arms, holding your hands softly, you break away, stepping into your room, you close your door, giving Loki one last smile before shutting it completely.

"Ah, so cute! We're so happy for you, Y/N! I'm glad it went so well." Wanda shrieks, yanking you and Natasha into a tight hug; you giggle with them, feeling on top of the world.

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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In Secret

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Summary: For six months, you and Steve have hidden your relationship from everyone, but what happens when you come face to face with death?

Rating: 17+

Warnings: Sneaking around, hostage situation, kissing, reader has a near death experience

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: love a good ol’ Steve fic, never misses, I hope everyone enjoys this one, have a happy new year!!

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Being Captain America’s significant other comes with an absurd amount of pressure; you have to be flawless, never make a single mistake, be a good role model for kids, and be just as if not more heroic, which is precisely why you’ve chosen to hide your relationship from everyone, fellow Avengers included. It wasn’t an easy decision, but you and Steve both decided that it would be for the best; you were new to the Avenger team and didn't want the added pressure of being with Steve; you and Steve somehow managed to have kept it hidden for six months, it didn’t come without its hardships though, Steve needed to keep up the appearance of a fearless leader, so he couldn’t be sweet on you when it came to training and performance evaluations; and you couldn't defend Steve when others complained about his methods, less they suspect anything between you two, much to your dismay Steve seemed to always have women after him, leading to a few disagreements about how Steve should handle the situation, you wanted Steve to be harsher when he turned them down, but Steve has a reputation to uphold, and being rude and dismissive was not a part of it.

"Okay, you leave first, and I'll join 5 minutes later," Steve said reassuringly, rubbing your arm gently and giving your hand a light squeeze.

"Okay, see you out there, Cap," you say playfully with a wink; you walk out of your room and down the hall into the conference room filled with fellow Avengers; your eyes scan for an empty seat.

"Y/N! Over here!" Wanda calls, waving her hand and patting the open spot between her and Natasha; you smile and briskly walk over.

"Did we start yet?" you asked, knowing the meeting can't start without Steve.

"No, just waiting for Steve," Natasha says matter of factly, doodling absentmindedly on a piece of paper.

"So, Natasha and I want to see that new movie that just came out. Do you wanna come?" Wanda asked, but you've already seen that movie with Steve earlier this week.

"I've already seen it," you said disheartened.

"HOW!? It's been out for two days?!" Wanda astonished. "It's honestly impressive how fast you watch these movies as they come out; who are you even seeing them with?" Wanda asked, peering at you suspiciously.

"Uh, my mom?" you voice with a rising inflection.

"Okay, this week's mission!" Steve calls out loudly, walking into the room before Wanda can question you further, "Our sources tell us Hydra is working on a new super soldier serum for a division of soldiers. Our mission is to stop them in their tracks." Steve says firmly, eyes landing on yours fleetingly.

"We'll go in groups of 3: Wanda, Clint, and Y/N in group one, group two is Me, Peter, and Scott, and the third and final group is Bucky, Sam, and Natasha.”

"We gotta hightail it; this is of great significance, so we move tonight, meet at the quin in an hour, we’ll discuss our plans of attack on the way," he says with a nod, marching out the room.

“Everyone’s here?” Steve asks, scanning the quin, ensuring everyone is accounted for, “Okay, as we fly over, group one will land on the south side of the building, my group will land east, group three lands west, and the quin will land in the north, the goal is to push toward the center where intel tells us the serums are located and try to catch anyone who may be running off with the serum, once secured everyone evacuate immediately and meet at the jet. Everyone clear?” He asks strictly, looking toward the teams, and they nod affirmatively.

“Okay, move out!” he shouts, rushing for his shield and jumping out of the plane; you land quietly outside the building, shed the parachute off, and get into position.

“Okay, on my mark, go!” Clint whispers harshly; the three of you move as a unit, sweeping every corner, taking quiet steps, instincts on high alert; as you move through the building, you can’t help this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach; something doesn’t feel right, you’re halfway through the building, and not a single enemy has been spotted.

“Guys, I don’t like this,” you say lowly over comms, hairs on the back of your neck standing straight.

“Let’s just keep moving so we can get out of here,” Clint says, readjusting his grip on his pistol while Wanda grows increasingly worried, palms becoming sweaty, the tension hanging in the air.

“Cap, you guys got anything on your end?” Clint asked over comms, his eyes scanning the suspiciously empty room.

“Nothing over here; keep your eyes peeled; everything about this feels wrong,” Captain uttered, uneasy hanging off every word; you signal you are going to have a look around at the team and break right; you creep into a dark room littered with papers, it looks like everyone just got up at left, you spot a computer playing footage on a loop, you walk up and watch, it’s your team landing outside.

“It's a trap! They know we're here!” You screamed over comms; you reached for your gun but felt something hard press against your back.

“Don't even think about it,” a deep voice said coldly as they pulled you against them roughly; you kept your hands in the air, your heart beating out of your chest; they ran their hands over your body, removing any possible weapon.

“What’s the plan now?” You ask coyly, looking over your shoulder slightly.

“Turn around!” He boomed, patience wearing thin; he pushed the gun against your head, “Walk,” he said, shoving you with the weapon, and you walked carefully toward the exit.

“Y/N, where are you?” Steve asks, trying not to sound as concerned as he is; you trudge toward the exit and swing it open

“Hiya, Captain,” you call, looking at him with pleading eyes. Steve’s face breaks your heart; it’s as if you told him the worst news of his life. The assailant grips you by your neck and pulls you close, holding the gun to your temple.

“What’s wrong, Captain? Cat got your tongue?” He said smugly. Steve said nothing, his eyes remaining planted on you as panic started to work its way across your chest, your hands clawing at the arm tightening around your neck, the assailant laughing at the way you struggle to breathe.

“I'll keep it brief and tell you what I want: a trade, the soldier for your newest recruit," he said arrogantly, walking you both closer to Steve

"Don't do it!" you say anxiously, looking at the team with all their weapons drawn and pointed in your direction; you shift your weight uncomfortably, trying to think of any possibility that doesn't end with you injured or dead, Steve looks back at the rest of the team and then back at you, time moves slow, your skin stings with the bite of the cold winter air, and you hear your blood rushing through your ears like crashing waves, when the assailant jerks suddenly, he fires a shot in the air.

"It's now or never, Captain!" He yells, shoving the gun aggressively into your temple; you close your eyes, accepting your demise, and you open your mouth to say something, but the sound of a gunshot cuts you off; your body tenses, and you wait for the pain, but it never comes, you finally open your eyes when you feel Steve's arms wrap around you, Steve's face is filled with concern, you see his mouth moving, but you don't hear anything, Steve grabs your arms and shakes you lightly, your hearing fades in.

"Y/N! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh my god," he blubbers, tears welling in his eyes; he pulls you in for a fiery kiss, holding you as you'd slip through his fingers; he pulls back slowly and looks deeply into your eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asks, panic having left his body; he glides his hands down your arms and holds your hands, interlacing your fingers.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just shaken up," you say reassuringly, pulling him into a hug. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, losing yourself in the comforting aura that is Steve, and then you hear someone clear their throat; your eyes shoot open, landing on the whole team just staring at you and Steve; you jump back and hit Steve playfully on the chest.

"Steve, they saw us!" You whisper harshly and turn him around, hiding behind his big frame; he clears his throat and speaks

"Uh..." he mutters; he suddenly reaches behind himself and grabs your hand, pulling you next to him and wrapping his arm around your waist.

"We are dating." He said confidently, chin high; there was a long pause as the team looked around at each other, and then you heard a squeal; it was Wanda squealing with happiness, running towards you with a broad smile and open arms, she practically tackled you to the ground, squeezing the life out of you.

"Oh, Wanda, I can't breathe," you choke out, gently smacking her arms.

"Since when?" Sam asks, walking up to Steve and patting him proudly on the back.

"6 months ago," Steve says brightly with a smile, pulling you against him.

"I've known for four months," Natasha says cooly

"How?!" You and Steve say in unison, looking at each other. Natasha smirked and walked closer to you both, placing one hand on each of your shoulders.

"You guys should probably not fall asleep in each other's arms if you don't want anyone to find out." She says matter-of-factly, walking away and leaving you both stunned. "Congrats," she shouted back as she walked into the quinjet.

"Let's move out, team!" He shouts, grabbing your hand gently and walking you both onto the quinjet.

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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Meet The Parents

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Summary: You bring Jake home to meet your parents and expect a peaceful night's rest after a successful dinner, but even with your parents sleeping right next door, Jake can't help himself.

Rating: 18+ smut (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Decent amount of Spanish dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), sneaky sex, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cream pie, aftercare

Word Count: 2.0k

a/n: The dirty talk has changed me as a woman, I will never be the same lmao, may or may not have fantasized about this exact situation, but I can neither confirm nor deny, translations are at the end :D

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“Here you go, Mom.” handing your mother a stack of dirty plates.

“Thank you, angel,” she says lovingly as she submerges the plates in the soapy water, the sound of the evening news filling the cool air; you sigh in relief; the hard part is over, bringing someone home to meet your parents is always so nerve-racking, but Jake did so well, what with being able to speak to your father and mother in their native tongue; that will always win you some extra brownie points.

“I like him,” your mother says contentedly, moving clean dishes over for you to rinse.

“Yeah? I knew you would,” you giggle lightly, hugging her softly; your smile has not left your face since you got home.

“He makes you happy, and that’s all I could ever want for you, angel.” She smiles brightly at you; you suddenly hear a loud boom of laughter coming from your living room; you beam, relieved that you had built it all up in your head; of course, Jake is doing well; he’s the most charming man you’ve ever met, he could charm absolutely anyone.

“Smart move getting one that speaks Spanish,” she elbows you gingerly and smirks to herself.

“I know!” You laugh easily, carefully rinsing dishes and placing them in the drying rack.

“He’s just the sweetest thing, and he treats me so well, mama,” you said with delight laced in every word; you leaned against the counter, sighing happily, savoring this moment, every emotion, every thought, for years to come.

“I’m glad, angel,” she says, caressing your arm tenderly. “Let’s join them,” she said excitedly, pulling you into the living room. You spend the next few hours discussing how you met and everything in between before heading off to bed.

“Que tengas buenas noches” Jake says, shaking your dad’s hand.

“Y que tengas buenas noches señora,” he says enchantingly to your mother, kissing her hand gently; your mother giggles and playfully slaps his arm.

“Por favor, Llámame mamá,” she says, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Goodnight, Mom,” you whisper in her ear as you hug her, walking back to Jake with a smile. You reach out to him, and he smoothly captures your hand, interlacing your fingers, and smiles back at you; you lead him into your childhood room and gently close the door behind you. You squeal excitedly, jumping into Jake's arms; he catches you, laughing with you.

"That went so well!" You cheer happily; Jake captures your lips with a smile as he roams his hands all over you; you whimper into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, getting lost in the feeling. Jake caresses your neck, tugging you into a deeper, hungrier kiss, his tongue begging to enter your mouth; you part your lips; you've never been one to deny him; he messily walks you back into your dresser.

"Jake," you whine between kisses; he holds you in place, hunger growing with each passing second

"We can't; my parents are next door," you say feebly; Jake kisses down your face and leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck, stopping only to suck harshly in all your sweet spots; you close your eyes and let out a quiet, breathy moan, Jake grips your hips and lifts you onto the dresser, slotting himself between your legs, lips still abusing your sensitive neck. You place your hands on Jake's chest and try to push him back; he growls and grips your wrists tightly, pinning them to your side.

"I don't care; you've been testing me all day today; you looked so domestic, and fuck, it was so sexy," he says lustfully; taking your lips in his, you surrender to the growing ache between your thighs and feverishly kiss him back as if you're trying to steal the air from his lungs, you grip his shirt tightly and wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer, he groans lowly. He slides you to the edge of the dresser, grinding into you agonizingly slow, desperate for any friction; the room fills with your panting and suppressed moans. Jake growls and picks you up effortlessly, moving you to the bed and gently setting you down; the room feeling sticky and hot, you reach for him and pull him closer by the belt loops; you slowly undo his belt, staring intensely into Jake's eyes, pupils dilated with lust and hunger, you know you shouldn't do this, but you want this just as much as he does, maybe even more, you tug his pants down, pooling it at his ankles, your mouth salivating at the imprint of Jake's hard cock through his underwear, you lean in and gently kiss the tip of his cock, locking eyes as you hum from the taste precum leaking from his tip. You lift your hand and rub his shaft up and down slowly, licking your lips; you pull his underwear down, whimper at the size; it stands tall, the tip red and leaking, suddenly aware of how much saliva you have in your mouth you swallow, sticking your tongue out you lick a low streak from the base to the tip wrapping your lips around the head, and suck gently, just enough to feel good, but not sufficient to satisfy; you close your eyes at the taste, losing yourself in the soft groans Jake lets out, he buries his hand in your hair, guiding your mouth down his cock, he hums with a satisfied groan, throwing his head back, slowly fucking your mouth.

"God, you're perfect," he says breathlessly, watching how easily you take his cock; cock deep in your throat, you moan at the praise, gritting his teeth, he suddenly buried his other hand in your hair, pushing down his cock, he holds you there for second before pulling away to let you breathe, you gasps and cough slightly, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick, eager to please you swallow his cock again, hitting the back of your throat, you focus on not gagging and moan around his cock, Jake groans and snaps his hips in and out of your mouth, punishing the back of your throat, his eyes closed, face contorted in bliss, wholly engrossed in your mouth.

"Fuck baby, asi," he moans quietly; you can only moan, devouring his long cock, mascara running down your face.

“Que hermosa te ves asi,” he whispers, gently wiping your tears away.

"You like me fucking your mouth like this?" he whispers lowly, panting faintly, gripping your hair tightly; you whimper all over his cock, nodding slightly.

"With your parents in the next room? Dirty girl," he says sensuously; you whimper quietly, grinding your aching pussy into the mattress, whining hushedly.

"So close, baby," he breathes, picking up the pace, brutally fucking your mouth; you feel his cock twitch you know he's almost there; you lift your hands and softly cup his balls; Jake grits his teeth and holds your head down as he cums down your throat, you swallow everything he gives you.

"Fuck" he says, pulling you off him; you whimper, lightly rubbing the base of your throat.

"Lo siento, cariño," he coos, caressing your cheek, leaning down to kiss your lips gently; you smile up at him.

"Lay down for me, cariño," he says affectionately; you follow his directions and lay back, and he crawls onto the bed, slowly kissing up your legs, then the insides of your thighs. You shiver, and he laughs softly, letting his hands roam.

"Relax baby, let me take care of you," he assures you; he gently pulls down your pants and underwear, groaning softly, he kitten licks your swollen clit, and you gasp louder than you meant to.

"Shh, tranquila mi vida," he whispers softly to you, kissing your inner thigh soothingly, gradually kissing up to your pussy, and placing light kisses on your clit.

"Jake, please," you say, grinding into the air, desperate for anything he'd give you; Jake laughs lightly to himself; he licks from your entrance to your clit, and you whine louder than expected; you quickly cover your mouth with your hand, eyes widen in fear.

“It's okay, mi vida, they’re sleeping, don’t worry,” he says reassuringly, his calloused finger massaging your clit in painfully slow circles, watching your face twist in pleasure.

“Fuck, Jake,” you sigh breathlessly, bucking your hips lightly; Jake gently caresses your clit, his tongue teasing your hole before tenderly sliding inside, savoring your taste with a low moan.

“Mmm,” you keen quietly, biting your lips harshly to suppress your moans. Jake fucking your pussy with his tongue, rubbing your swollen clit.

“Más, por favor,” you utter. Jake groans loudly; he loves it when you speak Spanish to him, especially if it’s during sex; he plunges two fingers into your tight hole without warning, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream, chest rising and falling rapidly, your eyebrows knitted together as you watch Jake mercilessly fuck your wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, Jake,” you whisper harshly, hand covering your mouth; Jake wraps his lips around your inflated clit, sucking gingerly even as he abuses your taut hole with his long rough fingers, eyes locked on yours, you feel that familiar burning in the pit of your stomach, you bury your hand in Jake’s hair, grinding yourself against his buttery tongue.

“Dámelo todo,” you whimper impatiently; Jake growls loudly, smacking your hand away; he shoves a third finger inside, hitting your sweet spot perfectly; you whine muffledly, panting loudly; Jake sucks brutally at your clit; you can do nothing but take it all, selfishly; you pull your legs back for better access, watching Jake eat your pussy like a starving man.

"Jake, I'm so close," you mewl, gasping for air; Jake moans against your clit, adding a whole new sensation; you cum around his fingers with a quiet wail, legs shaking violently, even still, Jake doesn't relent, sucking your sensitive bud cruelly.

"Otra vez," he says possessively, curling his fingers inside, hitting that familiar spot; it's all too much. You're cumming again, body shaking vigorously; Jake slips his fingers out of you; he sucks your cum off his fingers with a groan, eyes closing, fully enthralled in your taste; he grabs you by your throat, pulling you to his mouth, he kisses you possessively, sliding his tongue inside, you moan lightly, tasting your cum on his tongue, he bites your bottom lips harshly, before uttering.

"Think you can handle one more baby?" he coos, thumbs caressing your lips; you say nothing, just nod slowly, scooting further back on the bed, pulling him along by his shirt; he kisses you with a smile; he knows you can take everything he gives you and more, settling between your legs, wrapping them around his waist, he slides in with ease, you both groan softly, entranced by the way your velvet walls pull him in, silently begging for more, he brutally snaps his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside you, your jaw falling slack, pants falling roughly out your mouth, you look down, watching his cock disappear in you, Jake grabs your right leg and flings it over his shoulder, pounding viciously into you, you open your mouth to moan, but Jake catches your lips silencing you, Jake picks up the pace, sadistically flicking his hips into you, you grip his arms tightly, nails digging into his skin, he hiss, enjoying the pain, he's always had a sadistic side to him, you maneuver your hand to your clit, expertly rubbing circles, Jake smacks your hand away, and replaces it with his thumb, flicking over your frail bud, you whine behind pursed lips, your walls pulsating around his cock, Jake growls lowly, his hips stuttering.

"Cum inside," you choke out, wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in; Jake growls, fucking you savagely.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he pants, gripping your hips brutally; he cums deep inside with a stifled groan, you following right behind him; after a while, he pulls out of your leaking hole, gritting his teeth, he swiftly lifts off the bed, are strides to the bathroom, he comes out with a moist hand towel.

"Relájate, déjame ayudarte," he says warmly, carefully wiping up the mess; being extra cautious around your more sensitive parts, he gently massages the bruises forming on your hips, kissing them delicately, kissing his way up your torso, across your neck, and stopping on your lips, kissing you affectionately, he smoothly pulls the covers over you both and give you one last kiss.

"Te amo, mi alma"

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Translations:

Que tengas buenas noches = Have a good night Señora = Ma'am Por favor, Llámame mamá = Please call me mom Asi = Just like that Que hermosa te ves asi = How beautiful you look like this Cariño = Dear Lo siento = I'm sorry Tranquila mi vida = Calm down, my life Más, por favor = More, please Dámelo todo = Give me everything Otra vez = Again Relájate, déjame ayudarte = Relax, let me help you Te amo, mi alma = I love you, my soul

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stevenssacrab · 4 months

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My sister gifted me a Mr. Knight funko pop😃

#jennys.thoughts #mr. knight #moon knight

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stevenssacrab · 5 months

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This Again?

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Summary: You find out the hard way that bottling things up solves nothing and helps no one.

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Mean and toxic Bucky, depressed reader, arguing, miscommunications

Word Count: 1.0k

a/n: I'm totally projecting here, this was very cathartic for me, communication is key my friends, no one can read your mind, speak up! Hope this helps anyone in a similar situation.

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“I’m going to hang out with Sam and Steve; I’ll be back later,” Bucky says, slightly annoyed as he walks out the door; you sigh heavily. It’s the 4th time Bucky has gone out with friends this week. There’s nothing wrong with that, but lately, you’ve been feeling like you’re always the one making all the plans, which you don’t mind doing, but it’s a two-way street; both sides need to be putting in the effort; you’ve already talked with Bucky about this, but it felt like it went nowhere, you voiced what you wanted, and Bucky said “okay,” and that was that. Still, you decided to put a little faith in Bucky and hope he’d take your words to heart.

“It’s okay, we just talked about it; give him time,” you said to yourself, absentmindedly flipping through the TV channels; nothing caught your attention; your mind was preoccupied with the situation, turning off the TV, deciding it was a lost cause.

It's been two weeks since you talked with Bucky about including you more, and it has sadly gone nowhere; you feel as if you're talking to a brick wall, you feel under-appreciated, but worse of all you feel alone, completely abandoned, like you've lost the person you cared about the most, once again Bucky is out with Sam and Steve again, you had hoped by now that Bucky would have made a change. Still, Bucky remains the same; you're staying up, crying quietly, waiting for Bucky to come home; you don't know what you're going to do, but you're not just going to sit back and continue to be treated this way, all these emotions have been building up for months, you've tried to pack it all away hoping the problems would solve themselves, assuming that everything would go back to normal.

You're so deep in thought you don't even hear the front door open, Bucky's voice breaking you from your trance.

"I'm home, Y/N," he calls out to you; you sigh, anticipating the upcoming battle.

"I'm in here," you shout back, wiping your tears away, shifting uncomfortably, nerves eating away at you.

Bucky walks in with an exhale, shedding articles of clothing, unaware of your emotional state.

"How has your night been?" He asks sweetly, back facing you. You let out a weep, and Bucky turns around swiftly, concern written across his features; he crawls across the bed towards you, gently rubbing your arm comfortably; you move away from his touch, and Bucky looks at you, confused.

"Buck, we need to talk,” you say, exhausted; you move to sit directly across from him. Bucky observes you.

“You still-no, it feels like you haven’t put in any effort to include me,” you play with your fingers, avoiding Bucky’s eyes; he sighs and stands up, rolling his eyes, annoyance radiating off him.

“Not this again? Why can’t I go out with my friends? Why do I have to bring you every time?” He grits his teeth, angrily kicking his shoes off.

“Bucky, I’m not asking you to invite me every time, just every once in a while; your friends are my friends, too,” you defend; you pick yourself up and stand in front of Bucky.

“You wanna go out? Fine, let’s go out right now,” he says sharply, reaching for his coat.

“That’s not what I mean, Bucky,” you say bitterly, taking his coat out of his hands.

“I don’t know what you want from me?!” He thunders, throwing his hands in the air. “First, you want me to take you out, and then when I offer to, you don’t want to?!” He booms, running his hands through his hair frustratedly.

“Bucky, I don’t want to ask you to invite me; I want you to come up with it on your own!” You shout back, the argument and tensions escalating.

“Do you even hear yourself?” He yells, pacing back and forth, “If you want to come with me, just do it!”

“I want you to want me there, Buck; I don’t want to invite myself, then it feels like no one actually wants me there,” you cry, voice cracking slightly; you hope Bucky doesn’t pick up on it.

“Want me to want you there? Now you’re telling me what I want?” He says in disbelief, laughing at the absurdity.

“No, I just want my presence to be appreciated; I feel like I’m the only one making plans, like I’m the only one trying,” you cry out, tears running down your cheeks, all the pent-up emotion pouring out of you.

“Y/N, every time I invite you somewhere, and someone does one thing to upset you, you completely shut down! You don’t say anything; you just sit there and make everyone uncomfortable! Why would I want to keep inviting someone who clearly doesn’t want to be there?” Bucky roars. “Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want you there, and that’s why I don’t ask you to come?” He barks.

“You don’t want me there?” You say quietly; time freezes; has he never wanted you there? How long has he felt this way? You stare at Bucky, waiting for an answer, but he says nothing; he stares back at you.

“Y/N, every day something has upset you so much that you just shut everyone out; you don’t talk to me or anyone; you sit in your own misery all alone. How am I supposed to be there for you when you don’t let me in, baby?” He says calmly, slowly stepping closer to you, cautiously pulling you into a hug; you break at the embrace, falling to your knees, sobs ripping from your throat; to keep the peace, you bottle everything up and hope everything will fix itself, without realizing you’ve barricaded yourself in your own tower of isolation and heartache, completely locking out everyone who’s ever cared for you.

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you whimper out, gripping Bucky’s arms as if your life depended on it. Bucky softly shushes you, gently rocking you back and forth, caressing your head as you let out all the suppressed emotion.

“It’s okay, baby, I gotcha,” he says gently.

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stevenssacrab · 5 months

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So sweeeeeet ugh I love it

came out of surgery and was just imagining pre-outbreak joel high on anesthesia, being all cute and flirty with the reader 🥺🥺 can I request that as a fic??? 👉👈

AN | Oh but this would be one of the funniest situations!

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language; mention of surgery

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“I can't believe I'm doing this,” Joel huffed, looking at you almost as if to make sure you were really making him go through with it. Not that you'd forced him or anything but…still. He did not want to do this.

“It'll be fine you big baby,” you snorted, kissing his cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the front door. He groaned slightly at the feeling, rubbing at his sore jaw, “and that's exactly why we're doing this. So you're not in constant pain!”

“I’m a grown ass man,” he was grumbling as he followed out to the car, “I’ve lived 35 years with these stupid teeth and I can continue to live with them.”

“It doesn’t matter how old you are - they’re bothering you and I’m tired of hearing you whine about them,” you opened the passenger door to his truck and motioned for him to get, “you’re going to listen to me, Joel Miller.”

“I do - I do not whine,” with that he got into the truck a big pout on his face as you closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“It’ll be fine, love. It’ll be done in a few hours, then you can rest and eat ice cream and I’ll take care of you. In a few days to a week you’ll be good as new.”

“But - “

“But nothing,” you turned on the car, “I was in my late twenties when I got mine out a couple of years ago and it was just fine. I survived and you’ll survive.”

“Fine,” he sighed heavily as he stared at the road, “but I want lots of ice cream when it’s done.”

“Then we’ll get all the ice cream, Joel Miller,” you reached over and gave his knee a squeeze, “you big weenie.”

“Stop,” he groaned softly.

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“Mrs. Miller?”

“Oh, I’m…” you stopped yourself and didn’t bother to correct the dental assistant as you stood up and walked over to her, “how did it go?”

“Everything went just fine,” she explained and you relaxed and let out a small sigh of relief, “no complications at all. I think he’ll heal up just fine.”

“I have no doubt about that,” you watched as she walked back to collect Joel, leaving you unsure of what exactly to expect with him. You whispered to yourself, “I’m sure he’ll make a full recovery, dramatic of course but full.”

A few minutes later a very drowsy looking Joel walked out, looking around in confusion. It took him a few moments to realize that you were there but as soon as he did, his entire face, as much as you could see of it anyway, lit up, “wow. You’re so pretty!”

You had to work extremely hard not to burst into a bit of giggles at one, how pathetic he looked, and two how muffled and mumbly he sounded. You walked over to him and reached for his hand, tenderly taking it in yours, “hi, my love.”

He looked around for a moment, a confused look in his eyes as he looked around the room to see who you were possibly talking about. Then realization hit him, “you're talking to me?”

“Yes, of course,” you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “come on, let's get everything you need and then we can get out of here.”

“Where are we going?”

“Home-”

“Together? Do we live together?” He looked so genuinely bewildered that this time you couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped you.

“Yes,” you promised sweetly, “we live together.”

“Wow,” he whispered under his breath, watching as you went to the counter to get everything for him and get any special instructions. While you were listening intently, Joel was looking around at everything in awe, seemingly mesmerized by so many little things.

Once you had written instructions and everything in hand, you turned back to him, only to find him standing there with a sleepy expression on his face. You reached for his hand, taking it gently in yours and started to head towards the door, “c’mon, love. We’re all set. You have to come back in about a week for your follow up, but otherwise you’re all set.”

“Why do I have to come back?” he trailed alongside you, words still muffled from the cotton in his mouth, “I don’t want to come back.”

“Honey, you just had surgery and they took your teeth out-”

“My teeth?” he looked horrified for a moment as he reached up and touched his face, which was still partially numb, “they stole my teeth!”

“Oh - I mean, I guess you’re not wrong,” you took his hands gently and shook your head, “they were meant to take them, Joel. They were giving you problems.”

“What if I die without them?” He looked so upset - ridiculously adorable but upset.

“You’re not going to die,” you insisted, “I promise you’re going to be fine. A little uncomfortable for a few days but then you’ll be fine.”

“And you’ll be there?”

“Of course I will,” you helped him into the truck again, “I’ll always be there.”

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“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really pretty?” you could feel his gaze practically burning into you as you walked through the aisles of the grocery store. You’d insisted that you should get him home first so he could rest but he insisted on coming with you so he could pick out exactly what ice cream he wanted and what pudding flavors he liked best. You knew better than to argue with him, even in his current state.

You stopped with your hand halfway into the freezer and gave him a curious expression, “umm, well…pretty sure I’ve heard that a few times before.”

“Well, you should…because it’s true,” he offered you a small, lopsided little smile.

“Oh? I’ll keep that in mind,” you turned back to the taste at hand, shaking your head lightly to yourself.

Once the cart was loaded up with everything needed for the next few days and you’d snagged the prescription for his antibiotics and pain medication, you head towards the checkout.

Joel appeared to be mostly alright, except for the way he stared at everything and made silly little comments about everything and anything. After you placed everything onto the conveyor belt, you turned around to make sure everything was alright. He waved at you sheepishly before he seemed to get ahead of himself, “do you have a boyfriend?”

Alright…that caught you by surprise. You’d thought he had managed to put the pieces together by now but apparently whatever they had used on him at the dentist’s office was strong. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, “umm…yeah. I do actually…have a boyfriend.”

“Oh,” the look on his face was nothing short of crestfallen, “t-that’s good. I guess.”

You hummed under your breath as you greeted the checker and paid for everything. You grabbed the bags and motioned for him to follow you as you walked back out to the truck, “c’mon Joel! Don’t need you slowing me down!”

“Yeah…coming,” he mumbled as he helped you to load the backs into the backseat of the truck. He got in as soon as you were done, hopping into the passenger seat and crossing his arms over his broad chest, “does he treat you good? Your boyfriend?”

“He does,” you promised, absolutely meaning it. Joel was the best friend and partner you’d ever had, “he’s amazing. And I love him a lot.”

“Cool,” and he seemed like he thought it was anything but cool, “cool.”

“Mhmm…”

“I think maybe we should go on a date,” he mumbled, leaning his head against the cool glass of the window, “we could be good together. I can treat you right.”

“I’m sure you could,” you chuckled as you turned onto your street, “as a matter of fact, I know you could.”

“Then…I…why-”

“Joel Miller, I don’t know if I should be offended or amused that you don’t remember,” you pretended to scoff heavily as you pulled into the driveway and parked the truck, “we’re dating, silly man. You’re the boyfriend. My boyfriend.”

“No way,” his pretty brown eyes lit up with excitement as he pointed in between the two of you, “you’re dating me?”

“I sure am and vice versa,” you grinned happily as you slid out of the driver’s side and started to grab the groceries to bring them inside. He scrambled to keep up with you, eyes practically glued to you, “come on, love. I know you’re staring at my ass, but you can do that any other time. Now it’s time for you to get some rest.”

“Yes ma’am,” he came up and grabbed half the bags from you and headed in as soon as you had the door unlocked. You made quick work of putting everything away and ushering him upstairs to the bedroom.

For a small surprise you’d gotten him some comfy new pajamas to wear in his recovery. He claimed that he would be just fine but you knew that he was going to be a big baby. Might as well make it so he would be a comfortable big baby.

“Here you go,” you looked through the top drawer of the dresser and handed him the clean pajamas. He made a small sound of happiness, “go get changed and then into bed for you. You need to rest and need to do less talking.”

“But nothing,” you nudged him towards the bed with your hip, “besides, I guarantee that as soon as you’re in bed and comfortable the tiredness is going to set in and get you. You didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“But-”

“That’s not gonna happen,” he stripped down and put on the comfy clothes, groaning as he laid down in the soft, clean sheets. You offered him a knowing look as he made himself comfortable. He badly stifled a yawn as you raised an eyebrow, “fine, maybe you’re right.”

“I’ll grab a book and some movies in case you can’t or don’t want to sleep after a while,” you looked him over and made sure everything was in check, “and I’ll grab some water and pain meds.”

“You’re the best,” he was already getting sleepy, partly wishing you’d just get in with him, “‘m lucky you decided to date me. I wanna take you on a date when I feel better.”

“Don’t worry I’m counting on that,” you paused in the doorway for a moment, “I’m lucky to have you too, Joel. Get some rest okay? I’ll just be downstairs.”

“Can I have ice cream soon?”

“Yeah baby,” you grinned softly, “you can have all the ice cream you want later.”

“And you?”

“And me.”

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By the time you got home and Joel settled into bed, you were worn out. You made yourself a snack and sat down on the couch to watch some mindless television. There was ice cream stock piled on the freezer for when he woke up and lots of puddings and broths and yogurts for the next few days ahead. Sarah was still at a friend’s house for the night but you knew that she’d love getting to mess with Joel while he was out of commission.

After a few episodes of the show you’d thrown on, you heard the creak of the stairs. You looked up and found Joel looking at you with a pathetic little expression on his face. You smiled softly in return before motioning for him to come over and join you.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” you lifted the warm blanket and you were under and he snuggled up to you, wasting no time in getting as comfortable as possible.

“‘m okay,” he huffed as you reached up and brushed his hair out of his face, “my mouth feels weird and gross and it hurts a little. Otherwise right as rain.”

“You can use that mouthwash they gave after you eat a little something and get some pain medication. You’ll be able to brush your teeth in a day or two,” with the lightest of touches, you ghosted your fingers along his jaw. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, “you’re already doing good, Joel. Better than earlier anyway.”

“Oh no,” he groaned softly as you laughed, “how stupid was I acting? I feel like it was a dream, I don’t remember a lot, just bits.”

“Well, you didn’t remember that we were together, then you were shocked that I was living with you. You proceeded to flirt - albeit very badly - with me and tried to get me to agree to go on a date with you. Seemed like you’d do anything for that. When I reminded you that we’re actually already dating - that kind of together - you almost lost it. So yeah, you were something else.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned as he tried to hide his face from you. His cheeks were tinged a bright pink as you giggled, “well that’s embarrassing. Let’s never talk about this again.”

“Nice try,” you shook your head, “I am so telling Sarah when she gets home tomorrow. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Joel Miller.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t baby me, baby,” you placed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, “You had your fun and now I get to have mine.”

“Fine,” he pouted, already knowing that neither of his girls were ever going to let him forget this, “fine.”

“You ready for some ice cream?” your voice was sticky sweet as you looked him over. He looked somewhere between miserable and thankful and totally in love as you made your way over to the kitchen, “there’s plenty in the freezer!”

“...yes please.”

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes! Never thought I would even get close to 500 likes

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Before The Party

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Summary: Just before the party, you question your outfit choice; Steve shows you how beautiful you are.

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: lighting grinding, kissing, horny Steve lol, insecure reader, Steve being the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.

Word Count: 1k

a/n: I love Steve so much, the sweetest of man I swear, also I wrote the sexier parts to After Last Night by Bruno Mars, let me tell ya, perfect song for the occasion hahah

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Today was the annual Christmas party at Stark Tower. You usually dreaded going to these, but you have someone to go with this year. This year, you decided to go a little sexier; you're wearing a floor-length burgundy dress, off the shoulders, with an A-line silhouette with a high slit stopping just below the hip bone, accompanied with a silver heel with rhinestone embellished straps. For jewelry, you went with a simple 18K white gold pendant, and of course, the hair, Hollywood waves with a crystal hairpin tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I hope I'm not overdressed," you said to yourself, suddenly insecure in your outfit choice; you shook your head as if shaking the negative thoughts out of your head, "No, I look good, right?" you ask aloud, raking your eyes over the ensemble, questioning every choice you've made up to this point.

"Baby, have you seen my shoes?" Steve called, walking into the room, too concerned with his outfit to notice yours, but only for a moment.

"Hey, do I look okay?" Steve finally lifts his head, laying eyes on you for the first time. He had been with you throughout the whole process of picking out everything, but this was his first time seeing it all together. He was rendered speechless; all the words in the world couldn't describe how elegant and stunning you looked, the dress hugging all your curves perfectly, accentuating every mound and hill that was you, and don't get him started on the slit, highlighting your long legs, making your legs never-ending, Steve, staring like a starved man, eager to kiss up your legs, worshipping and memorizing every beauty mark and scar on your body.

"Steve, do I look okay?" you whimpered, a hint of sadness lingering in your voice; you turned to Steve, with tears welling up in your eyes, having convinced yourself that you looked horrible.

"Okay?" he asked, walking around your shared bed, slowly sweeping his eyes over your entire body.

"I look bad, don't I? Ugh, I knew the dress was a bad idea; maybe I shouldn't go tonight," you admit sadly, moving to sit on the bed; you slip your shoes off; you want to curl up and hide.

"No baby, not at all," Steve says wholeheartedly; he grabs one heel and gently slips your foot back into it; he buckles the strap by your ankle and brings your leg up to his mouth, slowly kissing up your leg.

"You look amazing," one kiss, "beautiful," another kiss, "ethereal," another kiss. You blush deeply and giggle with every kiss Steve lays on your leg.

"Steve," you whine, wiping your eyes away and pull him up for a passionate kiss filled with every ounce of love you felt for this man. Steve climbs on top of you, trapping you under his broad body, sliding his body in between your legs, fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces; you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips up into Steve, desperate for friction. Steve swallows every moan he earns from you.

"Steve," you whimpered, gripping his arms tightly. "Steve, we're gonna be late," you say, grinding into him despite your protests.

"Let's skip it," he groans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking gently, meeting every buck of your hips perfectly, drawing a whine from you.

"We can't, Tony. Will never let us live it down," you sigh. Steve groans loudly and climbs off you, extending his hand out to help you sit up.

"Whatever you say, Y/N," he laughs, smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit; he kneels in front of you and helps you put on your other heel, kissing up your legs like before.

"How do I look?" Steve asked; he was dressed in a light grey suit that complimented his blue eyes, accentuating his broad shoulders wonderfully; you ran your hands up his arm and past his shoulders, tip-toeing up to kiss him sweetly.

"Ravishing, my love," you utter in between kisses. Steve smiles into the kiss and rests his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into a deeper kiss; you break the kiss slowly, fluttering your eyes open.

"Ready to go?" you asked, scanning him over, laughing at his feet; he still doesn't have his shoes on.

"On the bed," you say confidently, Steve laughs.

"Yes, ma'am," he jokes playfully, watching you as you slowly kneel in front of him. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he says, smiling coyly; you smack his leg light-heartedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"The shoes," you say plainly, holding out your hand. Steve places the shoes in your hand, and you slowly slide his foot into each shoe; you gently pat his feet when you're finished.

"Let's go," you say happily, hooking your arm with Steve. The car ride to the tower was smooth and uneventful; Steve rested his hand on your thigh, drawing random patterns the whole way.

"We're here," Steve says and quickly hops out of the car, lightly jogging over to your side, opening the door for you, and offering his hand to assist you; you smile shyly and the gentlemanly gesture; Steve was always so chivalrous, never missing an opportunity to make you feel like a princess. Steve hands the keys over to the chauffeur and holds his arm out for you to rest your arm; you smile at Steve and stride forward, heels satisfyingly clapping against the tile. You smile up at Steve for the umpteenth time tonight while waiting for your elevator. The elevator arrives with a ding, and you step in, checking yourself one last time in the reflection; the doors open, and you meet with an array of fellow Avengers dressed to the nines, everyone smiling and drinking carelessly, soft Christmas music played by the live band filled your ears, you gently squeeze Steve's arm nervously, Steve returns a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

"We got this," Steve says with a nod; when you step through the threshold, your eyes meet with Wanda and Natasha; smiling brightly at them, they look at you with their mouths hanging open. "You look hot," Wanda mouths from across the room; you laugh, throwing your head back. Steve laughs and lets go of your arm to let you go to the girls; you give Steve one last look before excitedly walking over to them, and you're met with excited squeals and hugs.

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Collision

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Summary: On a routine bike ride through your local park, you meet a beautiful stranger in unique way.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Mentions of blood, and wound care, descriptions of a bike accident

Word Count: 1.0k

a/n: Just a lil short and sweet one, with the ever beautiful Natasha :D

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The cool autumn air gently nips at your skin, your cheeks round and rosy pink; you always loved a good evening bike ride around your local park; you first started it as a way to get the daily exercise, but you've grown to love the repetitive motion of pushing the petals, and the wind blowing past your face. Today was particularly beautiful; the sun was setting, a ray of crimson and amber painting the sky.

You like to use this time to unwind and think of nothing substantial, no deadlines, upcoming events, or obligations; be in the moment. As you round your 2nd lap around the park, you’re stuck on whether you should do another lap, while deep in thought, you don’t even see the person riding straight for you at an ungodly speed.

“Hey! Watch out!” A bystander yells, but it is already too late; time slows each second longer than the last as you come speeding toward this woman on her bike; there is no avoiding it; it is already happening. You collided with a painful crack, sending you flying over, landing hard on your shoulder, and tumbling forward.

When you open your eyes, you're greeted by a gorgeous woman, her face etched with worry. Her mouth is moving, but you can't hear anything she's saying. You're lost in her eyes, a beautiful mix of blueish green with flicks of amber; she slowly waves her hand in front of your face, snapping back into reality.

"Hello? Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't see you until it was too late." she said, her eyes scanning you for injuries, her face dropping when she saw blood coming from your forehead. "Oh my god, I have a first aid kit in my car; I'll be right back," she said quickly; you watched her run away and disappear momentarily behind the trees; you were inspecting the damage when you heard footsteps running toward you. Your eyes scan over her physique; you definitely overlooked that before.

"Okay, let me take a look," she said smoothly, setting the kit down next to you; she cracked open a water bottle and grabbed your hand; she softly put the water bottle into your hand.

"Here, take this," she says while grabbing a packet of ibuprofen; handing you the tablet, she patiently waits for you to do as instructed; you stare at her, mouth agape, "please," she says, gently motioning at the medication, you obey and swallow the pill, you're staring at her, thoroughly aware that you still haven't spoken a word.

"Th-thank you," you say meekly; you look at the palms of your hands.

"You're welcome," she chirps happily, "Let me take a look," she says, cracking open another water bottle; she pours it onto a towel and gently pats your forehead clean.

"So, what's your name?" she asks, focused on your wound.

"Y/N," you say gingerly, using the opportunity to take in every detail of her face, noticing the 2 moles on her cheek.

"You know it's rude to stare?" she quips, never breaking her focus.

"I-I'm not staring; you're just, in front of me is all." you defended

"Uh-huh, sure," she says cockily, flicking her eyes down to meet yours, you try to hold contact, but when she looks at you, you feel as if she's staring right into your soul.

"So, what do you do?" she asks, trying to fill the silence.

"I'm a firefighter," you say proudly.

"Oh, well, that's unexpected," she says, searching for the Neosporin, "how is a firefighter so clumsy?" she teases, her lips coming to a smirk.

"Clumsy? I'm pretty sure you ran into me," you laugh back.

"Why don't you let me make it up to you over coffee?" she says slyly, her eyes snapping to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"Hmm, I suppose," you tease back as you grab the Neosporin from the kit, handing it to her; she generously applies it, eyes watching your face for any hints of pain.

"Do you live around the area?" she asks, firming her hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, like a 5-minute bike ride from here," you say; you're usually not this open with your personal information, but something about her, you know she's one of the good ones; she grabs a large bandaid and cautiously covers the wound.

"There you go, all better." She leaned back and started putting all the supplies away.

"Oh, let me help you," you say, suddenly moving to help, you knock over the entire box.

"I'm sorry, let me help you," you say; you kneel down and frantically clean up the mess.

"Y/N, relax," she says calmly; she kneels down and helps you clean up.

"Not clumsy, huh?" she says coyly, lifting her brow slightly.

"I'm not. I'm just nervous," you laugh, nervously staring at the ground.

"Do I make you nervous, Y/N?" she questions, slowly closing the space between you, inching closer like an apex predator. You don't know what else to do; you are reduced to a stuttering mess, slowly getting pushed into a nearby tree.

"I-No, I just-" you stutter out; you bump into the tree, suddenly aware of how close she is; you stare at her, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Shhh, it's alright, Y/N," she shushes, gently grabbing your hand; you jump at the sudden contact but instantly melt into her touch.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" she asks sweetly.

"Okay," you say simply, leading her out of the park.

"I'm Natasha, by the way," she says, bringing attention to the fact that you hadn't even asked what her name was; you smack your palm to your forehead, shame engulfing you; how did you forget to ask for her name?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't even ask your name, ugh," you sighed heavily, hitting your face with your hands.

"It's okay," she laughs, breaking any tension you had left in you. "I mean, I did crash into you, and you did land pretty hard," she says gently, thumbing over your knuckles.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you say shyly, avoiding eye contact, "Well, this is me," you say; you let go of her hand and reach for your keys; you do it slowly; you don't want this to end.

"I'll see you this weekend, right, for that coffee?" she asks, patiently awaiting your answer.

"Yes, definitely."

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