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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and I would like to request something. The thought of Loki pretending to be someone else just to make sure the reader really liked him back is both sad and amusing at the same time. Can you make a short story or drabble based on that idea? Thank you so much.

I love this idea, so very much!! I think it would be funny watching him try to act like someone else, and also sad like you said that he would feel he needed to do that, soooo I'm gonna pick this up, and run with it!! 😁💚 thank you for the request!!

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Pairing: Loki x gn reader

Warnings: touch of angst, self esteem issues, a dash of fluff. Loki being loki, mentions of alcohol

Summary: your a lab technician at stark tower, and with that you've grown close to the group of heroes, developing a massive crush on a certain God, little did you know he felt the same...

You sat at the bar, nursing your drink contemplating why you came. Tony was infamous for his lavish parties, but you would rather be curled up on your couch watching a movie with your blanket. "Hey y/n, having fun?" You heard Bruce as he walked up. "I mean I guess, why did you invite me again?" You asked sipping your drink. "Because, you spend all day in that lab, you deserve a little fun." He said grabbing his drink. "If you say so." You sighed swirling your glass. "Come on, go mingle." He said nudging your arm. "Maybe in a bit." You said looking down. "Ok suit yourself." He said walking off.

Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the only person you wanted to talk to. Not seeing the raven haired man anywhere, you sighed waving at the bartender "he's probably already taken someone to his room." You said to yourself. "Hey, there you are." You heard Steve as he sat next to you. You looked up at him "heeey Steve, how are you?" You asked looking around, thinking he must be drunk, he hardly ever talks to you.

"Oh, you know, busy defending justice and all that." He said smiling. "Right." You nodded watching him. "So, having fun? See anyone interesting?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows. Yeah, he's drunk. "Oh, um yeah it's alright. Not really what I'm in to. Id rather be home on my couch." You laughed as he watched you. "Hmm, well, anyone you want to take to that couch with you?" He asked winking. You sighed "look, Steve, I'm flattered, but.." you started "No, No not me. Anyone.......else?" He asked leaning on the bar. You felt your cheeks heat up thinking about the man you would love to take home and have your way with. "Umm, not really no, well he's not here anyway so." You shrugged.

"Oh, there is someone. Come on, who is it?" He asked turning towards you. "Steve, I don't think.." you started "nonsense, you can tell me, I won't say anything, scouts honor." He said holding his hand up making you laugh. "Ugh alright. Well he's tall, the softest looking hair, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, he's charming and sweet, beautiful really." You sighed looking down "and a voice that could melt an iceberg." You said downing your drink. "Mmm sounds dreamy, does this charming man have a name?" He asked "mmm, I don't think I should say." You said looking at him "besides, he would never feel the same about me." You smiled sadly.

"You don't know that, your intelligent, witty, have a wonderful sense of humor, and you have a way of lighting up whatever room you walk into, any man would be lucky to have you as theirs." He said sternly. "Ha ha yeah ok." You rolled your eyes. "Y/n.." he started before he looked to the other side of the room. "I...uh have to go....I forgot I have to.....polish my shield. Can't fight for patriotism with a dirty shield." He saluted running off. "That was weird." You said sipping your drink. You sat there a bit longer, turning to scan the room. You saw Steve talking with Tony and Bruce, Natasha and Wanda were sitting on one of the sofas as you spotted Thor and Loki sitting on the other. You sighed, finishing your drink you pushed yourself up heading for the elevators.

"Hey kid, leaving so soon." You heard Tony ask. "Yeah, I'm gonna head out. Oh, Steve how's your shield?" You smiled remembering your conversation. "What do you mean? It's fine." He said furrowing his eyebrows. "You said you needed to polish it, remember?" You asked. "When did I say that?" He asked "earlier, when you were at the bar, you said...." you stopped as realization hit you, that wasn't Steve. "Will you excuse me please." You said leaving Tony and Steve.

You headed for the sofas, but Loki was gone. You scanned the room, standing on your toes searching through the sea of people when your eyes spotted his raven hair, ducking between people heading for the elevators. "Oh no you dont." You said as you pushed past everyone heading for the hall. You came out right in front of the hallway, not seeing Loki come out when you turned towards the elevator, seeing him in his black suit, frantically hitting the elevator button. You strode down the hall, determined to catch him before it arrived.

"Loki.." you said coming up behind him. You saw him freeze before turning around, offering you a huge smile. "Y/n, hello. How are you?" He asked. "Cut the crap, I know it was you." You said poking him in the chest. His smile fell slightly as he looked at you "I apologize for my deception y/n, but I needed to know." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Needed to know what?" You asked crossing your arms. "How you felt about me." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "What, so you can mock me, tease me, tell everyone how pathetic I am?" You said beginning to pace the hallway. "Absolutely not, that is not why I wanted to know." He said stepping forward. "Then why Loki? Why would you humilate me? trick me into admitting I love you!" You yelled, slapping your hand over your mouth realizing what you said.

Loki stepped forward, staring into your eyes as the elevator dinged. "Nevermind, I'm going. Good night Loki." You said, feeling your eyes tear up as you stormed into the elevator, frantically pressing the button, watching Loki stand there staring at you as the doors closed. "God I'm such an idiot." You sighed to yourself as you reached the ground floor, heading to your car. You fiddled with your keys as you heard footsteps behind you "y/n, please wait." You heard. "Loki, I don't want to talk about it." You sighed turning around, not realizing how close he was.

"The reason I wanted to know how you felt about me, was to see of my feelings were reciprocated." He said bringing his hand up, cupping your cheek. "Wait, what?" You asked as he smiled. "I have longed for you for sometime, your the only reason I go to that dingy lab." He said sliding his hand to your neck. "Why didn't you just ask me?" You said looking at him. "I was...afraid I may have been wrong." He sighed looking into your eyes. "Y/n, would you allow me to court you?" He asked grabbing your hand with his free one. "You, want to court.....me?" You asked staring at him. "If you'll have me, yes." He said stepping closer, his nose inches from yours. "Umm...I'd like that very much Loki." You said smiling.

You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and back, as he closed the distance, pressing his lips softly on yours. You turned your head, deepening the kiss, running your along his bottom lip, sliding your tongue in as he parted his lips. He moaned into your mouth as your fingers laced through his hair, slightly tugging. Pulling apart for air you looked into eachothers eyes "so, wanna come sit on my couch with me?" You asked "I would love nothing more." He said, pecking your lips climbing in the car. "Oh, and you really need to work on your impression of Steve, I thought he went crazy." You laughed starting your car. "Noted." He said laughing.

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babybooday · 1 year

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Your home

Fluff & violence

Short one shot

You were getting your son ready for trick or treating dressing him up in his favorite custom outfit this year. Blood splattered all over his clothes and a fake knife that you made for him with just cardboard tape and markers gripped in his 6 year old hand ready to go with the neighborhood kids of haddonfield to trick or treat. "Okay Carter" you say while straightening out his jacket, "Now what are the rules"? You raise an eyebrow while looking at him. "Mommmy I know stay with the big kids" he looks at you bouncing on the balls of his feet. Excitement in his eyes. At that moment you can't help but to look over him 'He looks just like him' you grumble in your head. Carter grabbing your hand and dragging you to the door that was being knocked on is what took you out of your day dream. You open the door and see the 12-13 year olds with all the young kids Carter's age. "Give me a kiss" you say. Carter rolls his eyes and let's you kiss his cheek. "Okaaaaay mommy there's not gonna be any candy left can we please goooo" he tries to state his case. You wouldn't think he was only 6. You look at the oldest kid. "Please keep an eye out on him and only a couple hours" you state looking at your son not really wanting him to go out on Halloween night. "Of course Miss (l/n) we'll have him home. She gently takes Carter's hand and ushers the kids to start walking. You sigh watching them leave your front porch. "That kid is gonna be the death of me" you exclaim out loud as you shut the front door. Turning around looking over all the decorations in your house you really didn't know what to do without Carter being there. He always kept you on your toes. You decided you were going to watch his Carter's favorite movie. Halloweentown, as you get your bowl of candy and a bag of chips you sit down and pop on the movie. You sit there watching the movie your mind drifting off thinking about Carter's dad missing him terribly. Michael where are you?

The last time you saw him was 4 years ago when Carter was only two. You were coming back from grocery shopping and there he was standing in your kitchen waiting for you, you would never forget that day. It was the first time he saw Carter. He didn't even spare you a glance that day all he could look at was Carter, like they had some sort of connection that could never be broken. Almost like they could read each other's minds feelings and emotions, and like a gravitational pull he glided over to you and took him out of your arms and just stared at you. He knew this was his son. His eyes went from you back to the two year old squirming in his massive hands. He looked down at him and tilts his head to the side. Carter started giggling while he was doing that and in one swift motion walking past you to the couch he sat down with Carter on his lap and just stared at him the whole time. That was the last time you saw his daddy. The whole time he was here he wouldn't take his eyes off of his son, he was in complete fascination.

The doorbell rang snapping you out of your thoughts. 'Now who could that be' you think walking to the door. "Hey (y/) I'm glad your home do you wanna hang out maybe drink a beer or two"? You look at the gentleman in front of you. Tony. He's quite annoying always harassing you. He has great charm but you know all he wants to do is fuck. You overheard him and his friends talking one day at work that's why you haven't given him the time of day. He's your coworker and unfortunately for you he's also your neighbor. You slightly smile and ponder it for a bit .. hmm maybe just to get your mind off Michael. "Sure come on in I hope you have the beer like you offered I can use a drink" you say while walking back into the house. "Yeah of course I do" he states. "I ran out of candy to pass out and got bored" he finishes looking at you and plops on the couch. "Yeah well you're lucky I still got some" you giggle and sit down next to him. You resume the movie.

-Carters POV

Carter walks home by himself after the big kids ditched him. He finds his way home not being far from the house and sits on the steps and gets into his bag of candy. "Oh my favorite suckers" !! He yells opening up the wrapper and popping it into his mouth "yummy" he says muffled, looking into his bag a big shadow casts over him. Carter looks up and gasps "Daddy" !! He yells looking up at the man in the mask. The shape sticks out his hand for Carter to grab as he does with no hesitation. And he walks silently hand in hand with Carter to the back of your house while Carter rambles on about the night to his dad. As they enter the house through the back door the shape looks down to his kin and points to the stairs and puts his finger over his mask to let him know to go upstairs and be quiet.

-Your pov

You're laughing at something Tony said. It wasn't necessarily funny but you were beaming after those two beers. As he's talking you see movement out the corner of your eye and you look over to see nothing. "What's wrong" ? He says while looking at you. "Nothing it's just getting late my son should be home any time now" you say getting up and shutting off the movie that had the credits rolling. "Ahhhh that's too bad huh" he mumbles eerily. He stands up abruptly, looking at you "Y'know I always had a thing for you ... Still do." He Mumbles on, Staring back at him "I'm with someone Tony, remember" ? Trying to reason with him feeling uneasy. "Oh you mean the dad that nobody has ever seen before not even your closest friends"? He questions stepping toward you with every word and now standing in front of you. You look at him bewildered "Okay I think it's time to go I'll see you at work tomorrow" you hastily exclaim feeling nervous walking around him. Suddenly from behind he tackles you onto the couch you let out a shriek. He then flips you over violently on the couch so you're face to face now. "You know .. you have such a stick up your ass (y/n) but don't worry I'ma rip it out of ya" he says angrily as you're about to scream for help, a knife is plunged through his neck blood immediately squirts out and covers your face with the warm substance. The knife is violently ripped out of his neck and you see a hand on top of his head gripping his hair as the knife plunges back into his neck again and again and again. At this point you can't help the scream that comes out of your mouth it's not that you were scared you were more disgusted at the blood that was in your mouth. Tony is ripped off you and thrown to the floor with the shape getting on top of him and stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, Even though he was long gone. Overkill. You're looking at him from behind and your chest tightens when he stands up. You know who it is.

"Michael.. your home".

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euphoricdreamsidreamabout · 1 year

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Act like a barrier (Peter Parker X reader )

Summary: Tony doesn’t like how you and Peter are always so close, he will do anything to separate you both.

Warnings: fluff, curse words

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The milk poured into the bowl as you looked at Peter across the room.

"Hey babe we don't have fruit loops so you will have to work with lucky charms. " You told him.

"What, why? " He whined. "Isn't your dad like a billionare or something? Can't he get various types of cereals!"

You chuckled and shaked your head at your boyfriends childish manner. You walked over to him in front of the couch and kept the bowls on the coffee table. "So what did you choose?".

"Well i was thinking we can watch Star Wars. " He said looking sheepishly.

"Honestly i should have known, why'd I even ask? " You said and sat down beside him.

He put his arm around you while you kept your head on his shoulder.

"I wish we had more days like this. " Peter sighed and kissed your head.

"Like what, us on the couch?" You asked.

"No, I mean days where its just like us having fun together and chilling and you know just you and me." He explained waving his hands around and looking at your eyes.

"Well I'm here too,kids." You heard Nat say making you jump.

"Where did you come from?” You asked confused. “Anyways we were having our moment I mean he was gonna kiss me. Seriously Nat?” You exasperated.

"Aren't we together? " Peter looked at you confusingly.

“We are but every kiss matters. " You said and pecked him on the lips.

“Ok you guys are cute and all but this” she pointed her finger towards you both and continued “is too much PDA for me.”

You watched Nat go to the coffee machine and make her coffee. As she turned around you flipped her off .As a response she flipped you back. You smiled and went back to watching the movie.

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The next one hour was chaos. It consisted of snarky comment from Sam and Bucky about you two, Steve telling you stories about how he was in love with Peggy like Peter is with you , wanda constantly saying how cute you guys we're and Thor asking you how to use the remote.

It would be a lie if you said that you understood the movie. With the avengers’ constant bickering you both turned the T.V off and decided to just cuddle.

You started treading your finger through Peters hair when you a heard a slight scoff. You turned around and saw your dad with a not amused expression.You knew what was gonna happen.

“Uh uh this is not happening in my house kiddos.” He said looking at you both.

“Oh ! Good afternoon , Mr. Stark.”Peter stuttered

“Really dad? We have talked about this so many times. We're just cuddling and Peters a nice guy . AlsoI’m 18 so I’m pretty sure I can date someone.”You reasoned.

“Well I didn’t have a relationship when I was your age.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Well of course you didn’t date someone, you were too busy bringing different girls home every night.”Dr Strange said smirking.

"Ok why is the magician here? " Tony said rolling his eyes. Strange winked at you while smiling and left the room with his breakfast.

Tony walked around the couch and came in front of you both and looked at you two. After a moment of silence he came and sat between you both.

"So what are we watching?" He said turning the T. V on.

You looked at Peter behind your dad's head and pointed your head towards the hallway. Since your dad had the remote he was probably gonna watch something of his choice while sitting between you both so why not go to your room.

You stood up from the couch and began walking away towards you room.

"Hey where are you going? " Your dad asked.

"Well i have to go soon so well probably complete some work" Peter said.

"Are you though? I know you guys aren't gonna do anything" Your dad smirked.

"What that's not true. " You said with faux offence.

"Well i don't want to walk in your room and see you both smooching each others head off. "

"Dad!"

You were just finishing up your work when you heard peters phone ring.

"looks like i gotta go babe. " He said getting up from thr floor.

"Aw so soon. Can i convince May to let you live here?" You chuckled.

"Well I'll meet you tomorrow at college" Peter said rubbing your back and smiling at you.

You both walked outside and went to the front door of the tower.

"Bye then. Stay safe, I love you. " You said kissing his lips.

"I love you too. " Peter said.

You guys kissed each other for a sec after pulling back.

"Underoos I told you not to kiss my daughter! " You heard your dad scream and watched how Peter opened the door and ran away.

"Love you, Y/N !" Peter screamed.

You chuckled and shaked your head watching Tony chase him.

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tonybina-india-2020 · 1 year

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Day 5: Dera Mandawa - Jaipur

13th March 2023

We decided to splash out last night and dined in the hotels signature restaurant Dhaba,

The restaurant was decked out like an Indian truck stop with food to match, the check was large and my expectations fell well short.

To make up for the shortcomings of Dhaba we decided to retire, once again, to Aura for a nightcap and were lucky enough to catch Jazz Junction playing in their unique and imitable style as we settled down with a bottle of wine to share.

Tony had a charming rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ sung to him and then we stuck around till the wine was finished and listened to the bands Bossa Nova take on various recognisable tunes.

We went to down to breakfast early this morning and opted on a healthy ( ish ) one of fruit and yogurt with a smattering of cheese board.

Our journey to Jaipur was the most comfortable drive so far of this trip, the Tempo of yesterday had been replaced with a Toyota boasting deep leather seats, large windows plus the ride was super smooth. You know you’re onto a winner when the vehicle can get uphill without breaking into a sweat.

I decided to sit up front, just behind and across from the driver to get a better of view and oh my, do I have total respect for Jagdish, our chauffeur. The traffic was horrendous out of Delhi, traffic literally coming from all directions, all of the time.

I could see things from his perspective and how we managed to avoid cars, tuk tuk’s, children, adults, cows, motorbikes, elephants and camels is beyond my comprehension. I spent the journey with my eyes closed and my heart hammering. Jagdish was as cool as ice and manoeuvred us skilfully through the melee.

The cacophony of horns crashed around in my ears and engines revved as we inched through the traffic and out into the freeway which was not as we know it.

Indian motorways do not have road markings so the traffic moved along as one big mass of living, breathing metal, moving in the same direction but jockeying for poll position.

We passed towns and villages, countryside and small holdings, small roadside shacks and large corporate hotels.

Finally we entered the ‘Pink City’ of Jaipur, so called because in the 1900′s the entire city was painted pink in honour of King Edward VII and has remained so ever since.

Up till now we have not seen so much as single begger, however that was about to change in Jaipur. We were forced to stop at some lights and immediately a gaggle of women sprang out of nowhere, banging on the windows , mimicking putting food in their mouths and holding up babies.

One sight I can’t get out of my mind was a haggard, hard faced women, dirt etched in her face holding up a baby, the poor thing must’ve been premature it was so small, she or he lay there limply in her arms, it’s sad little eyes were blank and dull. I’m not sure that this poor, wretched little baby was still alive, and the picture will haunt me I think for a long time.

Dera Mandawa has risen from the dust of Jaipur and has provided us with an oasis of calm within a bustling and busy city.

Mr Durga Singh Ji greeted us with such pleasure and warmth and led us to his sitting room where we were availed of large, chilled glasses of Kingfisher beer as we booked in.

Our room is immense, with a bed that would easily fit 4 adults, a ceiling fan to keep us cool and above us is a balcony with further seating.

Intricate carved pillars surround the bed and beautiful yellow drapes hang from them. It’s been a long day, and it’s time for bed

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jeonstellate · 3 months

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range iii

bucky gets a hold of johan, thanks to his lucky charm.

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James ‘Bucky’ Barnes had completed countless of missions with all the personas he donned.

There was Sergeant Barnes of the 107th Regiment and the Howling Commandos. Even the Winter Soldier, aka HYDRA’s best asset, albeit it wasn’t technically him. Then, most recently, there was also White Wolf of the Avengers.

Not to mention Bucky whose personal mission was to keep Steve out of alleyway fights. And Win who had unknowingly made it his mission to keep Tide human.

However, out of his decades-long experience with missions, nothing could’ve prepared him for the new one he just volunteered for. That was, to find Johan Collins using the scarce information he had.

"I’m borrowing your helmet," he informed his best friend without bothering to ask for permission. "I don’t have an extra and Johan will need one if I find her."

Steve immediately motioned in agreement, "You know where it is. Just take it." Bucky nodded in thanks, but didn’t move to get up yet. "Where are you heading?"

"Around Upper West Side," he responded thoughtfully. "I think Johan’s by the Seraphiel building."

Before anyone else could volunteer to help search, a muffled voice suddenly echoed from the section of the room where the super soldiers were. "I should’ve asked to see my birth certificate when they told me what my name was."

Startled, everyone turned their complete attention to the two’s direction. "Now I have to change my signature," they heard the voice continue with a sigh.

"Barnes, I think it’s coming from your pocket," Natasha pointed out helpfully.

Bucky immediately emptied out his pockets. Besides his phone, there were only a pocket knife, a few unopened gum sticks, and something that looked like an enamel pin at first glance.

"What’s that?" Scott Lang pointed at the enamel pin-looking object, curious.

"I’m not sure either," he admitted as he picked the object in question up from the table. "Johan left it inside my jacket that she borrowed. I’ve been carrying it around ever since."

"Is that where—" Bruce Banner’s question was already answered by the voice resonating from the small device even before its completion.

"Oh, shit, when did I push this on?" Now that the device was out of Bucky’s pocket, they were finally able to recognize whose voice it was. It was Johan Collins’. "I don’t know if you can hear me but sorry, Sergeant Barnes!"

"Is this a two-way transceiver?" Bucky started fiddling with the device on his hand, flipping it upside down and right side up as he inspected it. "How do I—"

"Try pushing that button," Tony advised him.

"Hello, Johan?" Bucky tried after pushing the button Tony told him to push. "Can you hear me?"

The Avengers waited for a response with bated breath. "Hello, Sergeant Barnes. Yes, I can hear you." Everyone visibly relaxed then. As it seemed, they were all unconsciously counting for the little device to work. "Did I disturb you? Are you on a mission? Did I give away your position?"

"No to all of those." He took note of the slight concern in her voice — as did the rest. "I don’t have work today."

"Oh. That’s a relief." Another thing they all noticed, albeit it was still unspoken, was the relaxed way she talked. She wasn’t speaking in code nor was her breathing labored. Although her voice sounded a bit guarded, they knew she wasn’t in any kind of mortal danger.

"Johan, did you make this?" He shifted the topic. "Why didn’t you give it with a manual? All this time, I was just using it as a lucky charm."

"I had help from Agent Mack and Agent Fitz," her reply was nonchalant — unwilling to get all the credit. "I didn’t think of writing a manual . . . Perhaps I should’ve."

"Who else did you give one to?"

"Just you so far. I’m still trying to finish up Jess’ and Luke’s."

The eavesdroppers perked up with the mention of her guardians. "Tell her they’re looking for her."

Bucky didn’t give any indication that he’d follow through with the suggestion. Rather, he merely pushed the button on the transceiver once more and talked. "That reminds me . . . Where are you? Jones came by looking for you."

"Why? She can track my location—" The line went dead for a minute. "—Oh. Fuck. I lost my tracker."

"Language," he jokingly said, much to everyone else’s — except Steve’s — amusement.

"Please. My language is the least of your worries." Somehow, even if they don’t know her well, they could still envision her rolling her eyes playfully. "I’m technically a runaway now."

"Will you actually?" There was no concern in Bucky’s voice, just mild interest. "Run away, I mean?"

"I do have the perfect circumstance for it, don’t I?" Johan paused. "Maybe I should."

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monsterintheballroom · 1 year

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After Life star Penelope Winton reveals Ricky Gervais' on-set habit that was a 'treat' - Irish Mirror Online

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After Life star Penelope Winton reveals Ricky Gervais' on-set habit that was a 'treat'

Dame Penelope Wilton played a poignant part in After Life as a widow who often met Ricky Gervais' character on a bench in a graveyard

Her career may span five decades, but Dame Penelope Wilton is showing no sign of slowing down. The actress, 76, has national treasure status thanks to starring roles in 80s sitcom Ever Decreasing Circles and, more recently, period drama Downton Abbey and bittersweet sitcom After Life.

Now she’s set to delight cinema-goers in new film The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry, starring opposite another national treasure, Jim Broadbent. Perhaps surprisingly, Penelope – who began her career on the stage in the early 70s – feels there are more opportunities for actors today than there were when she was first finding her feet. “There were three channels on the television and none of these HBO or Netflix – these streaming things,” the star tells us. “I started in the theatre and that’s where most young people started. Then, if you were lucky, you got the odd television job. I was lucky enough to get Ever Decreasing Circles, with Richard Briers and Peter Egan. “It was a different world,” she continues as she reflects on her early days. “It was much more theatre-orientated, certainly from my point of view. I didn’t come to film and television, certainly film, until I was in my late thirties.”

Penelope started out with roles in Shakespeare classics at the Nottingham Playhouse and in the West End, before branching out into TV in the early 70s. It was in 1984 that she landed the part of bored housewife Ann in Ever Decreasing Circles, which ran until 1989.

Since then, she’s taken the TV and film industry by storm, with starring roles in Calendar Girls, Doctor Who and Downton Abbey. And in recent years, she’s gained a whole new fanbase thanks to her role as grieving widow Anne in Ricky Gervais’ Netflix smash After Life.

For The Office creator Ricky, it sounds like getting Penelope on board for his black comedy was a dream come true. “We’d never met before but he loved Ever Decreasing Circles,” she tells us. “The character of Martin [played by the late Richard Briers] amused Ricky terribly, because he was a sort of anti-hero, like in The Office. A lot of people thought I should go off with the neighbour [Paul, played by Peter Egan] and it never happened. So he got Peter into After Life. We don’t go off together, but we certainly become good friends.” Ricky and Penelope, who share some of the series’ most poignant scenes, struck up a strong rapport during filming. “He’s very gallant and charming with women, and I really enjoyed working with him,” the star tells us. She also liked the fact that Ricky was a stickler for time-keeping, adding, “He finishes early, which is always a treat!” Because most of her scenes are played out on the park bench in the cemetery she and Ricky’s character Tony both visit, Penelope says she didn’t get a chance to mingle with the rest of the After Life cast.

“I never met anyone really – I was just on the bench with Ricky,” she tells us. “But I see Peter because we’ve known each other for a very long time. We’re still friends.” Despite her many accomplishments, Penelope’s acting career hasn’t been without hiccups, she tells us. “I found the change from being a young person to playing a mother quite difficult,” says the actress, who has a 45-year-old daughter, Alice.

“One minute you’re playing the daughter and the next you’re a mother. That was a difficult transition – from the middle thirties to the middle forties. But after that things seemed to cheer up a bit, which was good.” As well as her achievements in the world of acting, Penelope has been honoured with a number of off-screen accolades. In 2016, 12 years after she was made an Officer of the Order of the British Empire by Queen Elizabeth II, she was appointed Dame Commander by the Duke of Cambridge. “He’s very tall and very nice looking and very easy to talk to,” she says, giggling as she recalls meeting the now Prince of Wales at Buckingham Palace. “The Queen was lovely too – she was charming. It was an enormous shock when she died.” Given her history with the royals, it’s no surprise Penelope is looking forward to next month’s coronation. “I think it’ll be a wonderful event,” she says. “We do those things so well. When Queen Elizabeth died it was a sad event, but she was given a wonderful send-off. I think these occasions are very important because they mark times in people’s lives. You remember what you were doing when the Queen died and when the King was crowned.”

On to Penelope’s latest acting project, The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry, which is in cinemas this Friday, sees her give yet another in a long line of standout performances.

In the film, based on Rachel Joyce’s novel of the same name, she plays Maureen, the wife of the title character, portrayed by Jim Broadbent. The story follows Harold as he travels 600 miles across England on foot in an attempt to save an old friend who is dying in a hospice.

While Penelope was initially attracted to the movie’s “very good script”, she also found that the testing relationship between her character – who is grieving the loss of her son – and husband Harold “rang true”.

“She certainly has a very difficult journey,” Penelope tells us. “She’s become a frightened woman and an angry woman. Her grief has taken her in a very angry way. She blames Harold, of course, because she’s lashing out at someone to hurt, because she hurts.”

Working with Jim, who she’s “extremely fond of”, was a positive experience for Penelope, who admits filming took her on an “emotional journey”.

“He’s a wonderful actor,” she says of the Oscar-winning Paddington star. “His face, without saying anything, can tell you a lot of things.” When talk turns to her future plans, Penelope reveals she’s returning to her theatrical roots, with a top-secret project in the pipeline.

“I think when you do theatre, you use a lot of muscles you don’t use when you’re in front of the camera,” she says. “You have to fill a theatre and play with other actors on a stage and keep the attention of the audience over a period of time.” With all she’s accomplished, does Penelope have any dream roles she’s keen to tackle?

“It’s a bit like wallpaper – if you really set your sights on something, you never find it,” the star explains. “Mostly, I wait until something comes through the door – or these days, comes over email.”

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yappaccino · 2 years

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I put this off for way too long so its summer dump time!!! I’m just going to use this format since there’s so much I got to explain. Everything is sfw so don’t worry 👍

I want to say everything is from Mid June to Mid/End of September, aka the cringe era from when I didn’t draw much that I liked since my iPad broke and had to relearn how to draw in CSP...and when my replacement iPad came I then had to catch up on so much art for my store.

oh my god suicune twins they look the same!! what in the hell!!

So right when my first iPad broke I had this idea for a series of astrology pkmn series. All I can remember from this idea is that I wanted Gemini to be Kris and Eusine (both Suicune themed) (they’re twins in the loosest definition ok), Leo to be Selene and Solgaleo, Virgo to be Lyra and Celebi, and Scorpio to be either Cynthia or Morty with Giratina, I can’t remember which one I chose. I didn’t want it to just be Johto characters but I didn’t want to just copy Pokemas’ pairing either, shrugs. I ultimately scrapped this idea since I hated drawing in CSP so much. Never posted this art since I didn’t like it.

Minamatsu comic I never finished. Premise is that Eusine wants to give Morty a “lucky charm” like the crystal bell in his hair, so he gives his boofriend a Ho-oh feather. Morty thinks its weird because that’s like holding onto one of God’s toenails bro. Eusine tells him just to give the feather back when he meets rainbow chicken god. Only dialogue I can remember is that in the third panel Morty asks “What does the crystal bell do?” and Eusine replies “Absolutely nothing!”. Second page was supposed to cut to Morty and Shiny Ho-oh, Morty still has the feather and wants to thank Eusine.

The feather was supposed to be the one at the end of Eusine’s pkmn generations short.

Some Sailor Moon doodles from when I was breaking in my new iPad.

Kanao from Demon Slayer doodles

Was trying to redesign SS Ethan so that he looked more inline with SS Kris and SS Lyra. Never finished the design.

Wanted to make a Jeff/Tony from Earthbound charm. Never finished it.

Gourgeist gurl. Gijinka I designed for fun.

Tifa I only posted on my FF twitter

Bun Buns!! That’s it.

I spoke too much and now I’m logging out. See you next week. Or not. I don’t know actually. Thanks for reading.

#various #OC

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curseofaphrodite · 2 years

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a shot in the dark

peter parker x fem!reader | fluff

summary: you're stephen strange's apprentice, and for the last few days, Spiderman's been visiting the Sanctum a lot.

note: food mention, kind-of-morally-grey!reader, illusions to a kidnapping, physical fights, major no way home spoilers except I'm not following the script.

"Stephen's busy." Your words greeted him like a cold embrace. Spiderman shrugged and sat on the wooden bench like he had done a thousand times before.

"Should I come back another time?" he asked within the first five seconds. (He wasn't known for his patience.)

"He'll finish up his meeting in ten minutes," you said, hands folded across your chest. "Unless you're that busy, I'd say wait."

"You said that the last time too, but he was only done after two hours."

You scoffed. "I'm his apprentice, not his assistant. You can't expect me to book your appointments."

"Oh, you'd make a terrible assistant," he said observantly. "Your glare's too murdery. You'll chase everyone away."

"Boy, I won't hesitate to evaporate your Halloween costume."

"You wish you had a cool suit like me," he said smugly. You simply rolled your eyes.

The truth was, you knew about the masked vigilante even before you met him. But when Tony Stark spoke of Spiderman in such a high way, you expected someone just like the billionaire himself. Cunning, sarcastic, strategic, and maybe even a bit charming. The man beside you didn't fit any of the categories. He was awkward, bubbly, kind-hearted and you half-expected him to be accompanied by a unicorn.

He hadn't taken off his mask whenever he came to see Strange, but you were less than curious about the person underneath. The visits themselves were frequent, but that's another story.

"How's your magic fingers today?" he asked conversationally.

"Excuse me?"

"Uh- I thought you were learning magic with Mr. Strange?"

"You could have phrased it better. Lots better. In fact, you could have just kept your mouth shut."

"I'm trying to be nice here!" Spiderman whined. "I'm not that much of a bad guy you know. In fact, I believe in multiverse and I swear to god, we are best friends on another earth and doing karaoke right now."

You rolled your eyes again. "I highly doubt that."

It's more likely than you think, he thought but kept that to himself.

FAST FORWARDS TO 24 HOURS LATER

"Y/N!" Peter called, weeding through the students. Your startled expression split into a warm smile when you spotted him.

"You're late!" you scolded, though you were more interested in the way he was limping. "Wait, what happened?"

"Uh, skateboard accident."

"You don't have a skateboard. What are you even wearing?"

"I'm going to be late for class," Peter said, pulling the sweatshirt around him tighter so you couldn't see the red cloth underneath. "See ya!"

"WE HAVE THE SAME CLASS!"

He heard your words, but pretended he didn't. He walked to the nearest closest, fixed the sweater, and slung the bag over his shoulder.

He took a deep breath in, counting his lucky stars that you didn't suspect anything. Sure Peter Parker was your best friend, but you won't hesitate to kill Spiderman. He shuddered at the thought.

Two weeks ago, when Peter first met you as Spiderman, he was wary and nervous. But when he spotted you in the same class as him, he had let out a sound of excitement and volunteered to be your lab partner. He was going to say he was Spiderman, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. You were just so…nice. He didn't want your smile to be replaced by a scowl.

Be that it may, he had now dug his grave and there was nothing much to do except lie in it. Except Mysterio intervened and pushed him inside.

"Ned, oh god everyone knows," Peter shut down the blinders of his house, as if there were aliens looking in.

"This is bad, so bad," Ned said through the phone, his voice shriller than ever.

Peter started to properly panic. There were so many questions and exclamations — lots of sounds at the same time that he couldn't figure out who was saying what.

"I think we need to take a deep breath—"

Was that May? Sounds like Happy. Is it Happy?

"How did Mysterio manage to screw you even on his deathbed?"

No, that's Happy. Or Flash. Flash isn't in my apartment though.

"Who knows a lawyer here?"

That was definitely May. Or MJ. Or Ned. Or Happy.

"Peter you have to stop freaking out," MJ said softly, seeing him pace the room.

"I'm not freaking out," he said quickly. "I'm not freaking out. I can fix this. I just need to find Stephen. Maybe if I call Y/N—"

Words died in his throat. Or maybe he didn't have enough strength to get them out. He froze, utterly shocked to the core.

"Y/N knows," he whispered. "She knows. I have to call her."

"Pete—"

"I'll be right back." Cursing under his breath, he locked himself in his bedroom and dialed your number. Fortunately or unfortunately, you picked up at the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, oh thank god," Peter exhaled in relief. He had half-expected you to send him to voicemail. "I just- I'm dealing with EVERYTHING at once but I called you I- I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I'm an idiot and I lied a lot of times, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"Peter, where are you right now?" your voice asked.

"Uhm, home?"

"There's a lot of news reporters outside and the FBI won't be too far away."

"Wait, why would the FBI—"

"Promise me you won't talk to them without a lawyer present."

Rapid knocks on his door made him distracted.

"There are cops here," MJ whispered through the keyhole. Peter cursed again, this time properly loud — because he was, in every sense, truly fucked. He looked at his phone screen again but you had hung up. He could worry about that later.

The only relief he felt amidst the chaos was how you didn't sound mad at him in the slightest. The rest of the world was, but he could deal with that.

Peter Parker picked a perilously precarious profession. That part was true. Even fancy words couldn't cover up his untimely messy decisions though.

After some particularly shitty questioning, he went over to Sanctum, which was probably the worst thing he could have done. It started a chain of yet another disastrous events; including but not limited to monsters, variants, murderers, and a collapsing timeline.

He was tired. Wounded.

He was almost relieved when Stephen came back from the grand canyon. You were also with him and the frown on your face said whatever pity you had for him earlier that day had fully evaporated. Peter didn't notice nor care.

"Y/N!" he called, throwing himself to you in a hug. God knows he desperately needed one. You sighed and hugged back, though you still appeared stiff.

"I need to talk to you," you said firmly. "Right now."

"I've been dangling over the grand canyon for 12 hours," Stephen said, anger clear in his voice.

"This won't take a moment," you promised, pulling Peter to walk away from the scene.

"Where are we going?" he asked, looking back every few seconds to see what was happening. Even the sky looked unfamiliar.

You stopped, facing him hesitantly.

"I'm sorry," you said, then snapped your fingers.

The world disappeared from his feet.

"What the—?" Peter yelled, taking in the surroundings. He knew it was your spare room, the one where you kept all your magic books. He had been there countless times as Peter Parker.

"Stephen can't help you," you said. "You're not going to him."

"What are you talking about—?"

"You could have told me before, you know. That you were Spiderman. Why didn't you?"

He softened. "I thought you would be angry."

"I am," you sighed. "Well this hurts you more than it hurts me but you're staying here. For now. Until I find a way to fix the multiverse."

"You're- you're locking me up?" Peter blinked. "You're kidding me right?"

"I'm protecting you. Believe me, Stephen can't help you."

"Why do you keep saying that? I thought Stephen was more powerful than you." He saw you moving to the door, so he used his webs instinctively. They bind your hand to the door.

"You're not leaving me here, I want to fight," he said defensively. "I trust you more than I trust myself but I also know you. There's something you're not telling me."

"Let me go."

"Not unless you explain what's going on."

"Fine, you wanna fight?" you asked, eyes gleaming. "I'll give you a fight."

The webs melted right off your hand, and sudden flames danced upon your fingers. Peter gulped.

You took the ornamental sword off the wall. He hardly had time to dodge as you took a swing. It moved through the edge of his red suit, and he yelped at the fresh new cut.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled, attaching himself to the other wall of the room. You didn't respond, just threw the nearest lamp in his direction. He cleanly avoided it this time, and the lamp broke into a million little pieces.

"You. Should. Have. Told. Me." you gritted your teeth, ditching the sword and levitating the books instead. "Fight back, coward."

"No." He sat down on the floor, defiant. "Throw them at me. Kill me. Heck, maybe it will fix the multiverse. But I'm not sitting here with nothing to do. I gave up everything to fix my mistake. May's gone and-" his voice cracked.

Your hands went slack. Tears threatened to spill out, and even Peter was startled at the sudden vulnerability.

"Stephen's going to make us forget you," you said quietly. "He doesn't know any other way to fix this."

Silence followed.

"Do you?" He looked calm.

"No."

"Then I have to let Stephen do it." He stood up, smiling softly. "This whole mess started with me. This is the price for that I guess."

"You're not the one paying it."

He walked over to you, hesitantly taking your hand in his. It was still warm, traces of magic still visible. He didn't let go.

"Hey, we'll be okay." He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed as if praying. "We'll be alright."

This close, you recognized yourself in him. Two soldiers tired of fighting.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"This seat taken?" you asked, sitting down even before the person beside you could answer.

Peter froze.

"You okay?" you called. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"No this seat's uh not taken," he said quickly, masking his surprise with a cough.

"I'm Y/N," you added, opening your bag and throwing a bag of cookies at him. He caught it effortlessly.

"Good reflexes," you noted, popping your soda bottle open.

"The class's about to start—"

"And I'm hungry, bite me," you scoffed. "Besides, if we get caught, I have a lot of ways to undo it. Believe me, I'm magic."

I know.

"Okay," he nodded, taking out a cookie himself. "I'm Peter by the way. Peter Parker."

You frowned. Why did that sound familiar?

"Well Peter Parker, do you like horror?"

"Excuse me?"

"A couple of my friends are going to the movies tonight and we're one short. Wanna come?"

"I- I have plans," he said quickly.

"But we're friends!" you fake-pouted.

"We've known each other for five seconds."

"I'm sharing my cookies, that's some best friend shit right there."

He was about to retort, but he froze again when he saw your wrist watch — the same one he had given you on your birthday.

"It looks cool," Peter added, only because you had caught his intense staring.

"It's been with me for as long as I remember," you said, shrugging. "I don't even remember when I bought it."

You smiled, suddenly feeling nostalgic. You looked at Peter again.

A beat passed, then two.

"You really do look familiar, you know," you said slowly.

It was a shot in the dark, but it seemed to have found its mark. Peter's face drained of blood.

Oh, this better be good.

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Steve Rogers x Reader: Seduce

Summary: The morning after means different things to different people.

Rating/Warnings: T (sexual references; Steve worries about sleeping with the reader before marriage; referenced Tony & Steve friendship)

Challenge: “100 Drabbles of Randomness” by Miseria1 on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Seduce

Sometimes Steve thought the times he lived in now were strange. For example, no one batted an eye when anyone slept with someone they weren’t married to. Other times Steve thought the times he lived in now might be strange but somehow better. For example, they had very good cereal.

The Lucky Charms clattered into his empty bowl. It was his third bowl of the morning, and Steve was beginning to think he might be addicted to the colorful marshmallows. Good thing you were well-stocked on the stuff, since it seemed to be the only breakfast food you kept at your house. At least his high metabolism meant they wouldn’t put a kink in his workouts.

Grey-blue light filled the room, telling him it was far too early for you to be awake. Steve had already been out for a run around the city and back. In the room above his head, he knew, you remained curled into your sheets. He didn’t mind. It gave him some time to process.

A quiet squelch accompanied his opening of the refrigerator to retrieve milk. He opened the carton, then poured it into his cereal. As Steve wandered to the small wooden table at the back of the room, he thought.

He’d been worried last night, when it came down to it. But it had been good–better than good, just like Tony said. The trouble was that it didn’t seem to mean much to you. Maybe that was what was bothering him. Where Steve had come from, finally sleeping with you would have been a big deal. Now, although you seemed pleased, he wondered if maybe the moment wasn’t special at all.

But no. Deep down, Steve knew that wasn’t it. He knew what the problem was. He couldn’t stop worrying. What if something happened and you broke up? And what if your new flame didn’t approve of what you’d done? And what if that forced you to be all alone while he, Steve, could do nothing? What if it was all his fault?

And so he knew what he had to do next time you offered. No matter how much fun he’d had, no matter how much he’d enjoyed the experience, he had to tell you no, for your sake and for that of his own conscience.

“Mm…Steve?”

The murmur was joined by the sound of padding bare feet against the carpet, and when Steve looked up, there you were. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and wearing his slightly wrinkled shirt from the night before, you yawned and leaned against the doorframe.

He swallowed. Hard. “Yes?”

“You were gone,” you said. “I worried.”

“Sorry, [Name]. I just–

“When you’re finished with breakfast, come back to bed?”

Steve swallowed. Goodness, the way that shirt clung to your body. “Um…”

When you blinked up at him, he knew all was lost. “Please?”

He couldn’t help the grin that broke across his face. “I’ll be right there.”

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mrwinterr · 3 years

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply.

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him.

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated!

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In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.2

Type: two-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2750

Summary: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.

Steve is not entirely a stranger anymore; he knows about your troubles and you know about his. And he’s determined to sort out yours this very moment.

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment, a bit of angst, language, something that might be close to a panic attack if you squint

A/N: There we go... hopefully I’ll make mid-week a bit sweeter for some of you ;)

Part 1

“Alright, kids. Let’s have a trip.”

And you just stared.

…what?

“W-what?” you stuttered, suddenly consumed by the familiar feeling of losing the firm ground under your feet at the idea of trying to confront Gregory head-on. Not even Steve at your side was helping at all as the four of you started walking towards the IT department.

“I-I don’t have any prove! I can’t-- he told me he would--- that he would-”

“That he’d twist it around, convince the HR that you were crushing on him and he turned you down, which turned you into a soulless bitch craving revenge?” the billionaire finished for you and you just uselessly opened you mouth, unable to let out a word to deny it. It seemed to amuse him, because he scoffed; and there was something very bitter in that sound too. “Kid, he’s not the first asshole to take advantage of his superior position. I’ve seen the types. Relax. If Cap here believes you, then so do I. Plus, I know a liar when I see one. And you ain’t lying.”

You breathed in shakily, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. Could it really be so easy? That couldn’t be right…

“T-thank you, Mr. Stark. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, just name your first kid after me,” Mr. Stark uttered, waving it off.

The Falcon next to you chuckled and you shot Steve a confused gaze. Was that how Mr. Stark usually was? You had never met him in person; you had only ever heard him giving a speech on TV and you knew he had a certain reputation, but this was… different.

You were surprised to find Steve watching you; perhaps he worried about your reaction to such bluntness, since he had seen your outburst in the closet. Upon meeting your gaze – probably shy and undeniably surprised – he charmed a tiny smile for you.

“It’s gonna be okay, see?”

“What are you even worried about? You have three Avengers coming with you!” Mr. Wilson questioned lightly and you bit your lower lip as you thought of the source of anxiety indeed.

Yeah, I have three Avengers and they are all men. Sue me for not being sure which side they would take – not until now.

“You’re not a full-time Avenger, Wilson.”

Falcon gasped, clutching at his chest theatrically at Stark’s remark. “Ouch, Tony. My heart.”

You let out a breathy laugh at their banter and felt yourself relax despite your better judgement. You almost let yourself believe it truly would go alright. Well, as much as dealing with such shitty thing could.

“You’re all my heroes,” you whispered timidly, which earned you a bright smile from Sam Wilson.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Cruel, Birdboy. You stole the old man’s line,” Mr. Stark hummed, amused.

“Heh! Sorry, Cap. But I’m sure you have a whole set of other lines to use on her.”

You choked on your own spit as Steve faltered in his steps, his grip on you growing stronger. What the hell did the Falcon just say?

“Oh my God, Wilson, shut up before we get stuck with another harassment report.”

“I don’t think this a subject for joking,” Steve interjected, slightly irritated, and you shot him a grateful look, because he definitely had a point.

Except… once you weren’t in such a sticky situation, you totally wouldn’t mind Steve Rogers using a line on you. Not at all. And his hand around yours felt nice for multiple reasons, the wordless comfort and support only being one of them. It was warm and slightly calloused, a reminder of his physical work, and it was bigger than yours, so sweetly and distractingly enveloping yours…

But now it was so not the time.

Your peculiar group approached the office and you didn’t even have the time to brace yourself as Tony Stark simply threw the door open, not bothering to knock.

“Thomas Ian Gregory, you are fired this very second,” the billionaire exclaimed dramatically.

You would think he was just being a drama queen, except he sounded deadly serious, using your boss’ full name which he must have read out on the door, and his eyes were throwing daggers at the man sitting behind the desk, looking as if he was the fucking king of the world.

Your boss blinked in surprise and eyed all four of you; Falcon with his arms crossed on his chest, Ironman minus his suit with a murderous glare and a hand raised towards him as if he wanted to point a finger and then Gregory’s gaze fell on your hand connected with Steve’s; you wanted to retrieve it quickly, but Steve wouldn’t let you, his grip growing firm. Anger flashed through your boss’ eyes for a second, before he composed himself and rose from his chair with an innocently confused expression.

You wanted to puke and you felt your legs turning into a shaking mess of jello. This was it. Now he would use his slimy words to turn this situation around and you were about to get fired and humiliated so much that jumping under a bus would be the most likeable option for you.

“Mr. Stark, it’s an honour. Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson. What do I owe the pleasure?”

You couldn’t believe this--- this pig. Seriously. Who the fuck did he think he was?! How could he--- just lie so easily, pretending that everything was perfectly fine?!

But Tony Stark was not fooled by the charade and you mentally sighed in relief, sure they must have heard the weight falling off of your shoulders even in Jersey.

“I’m sure you heard me, Mr. Gregory. You quit and you’ll be hearing from the HR soon. And you’ll be damn lucky if this young lady right here won’t sue you.”

You honestly wished you were invisible when Gregory’s gaze flickered to you, subtle anger with a promise of consequences in his irises – consequences that would come should you not cut this bullshit right now.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mr. Stark. If this is about the unfortunate feelings my assistant has for me-”

Tears of rage and baseless shame stung in your eyes at his words and you breathed in sharply to defend yourself; before you could, Gregory continued.

“Though I can see they weren’t very… honest. Obviously my inferior seems to be the ‘love them and leave them’ type, which I should warn you about, Capta-”

Breathless at his malicious made-out theories, you did not expect Steve to drop your hand in favour to tower over your boss, making him shut up with one single glare.

Alright, you could see why he had thought that simply appearing at your office would make Gregory tremble in fear. Your boss actually backed off and learnt onto a table, looking as if he was supporting himself under the weight of Steve’s judgement.

“I met this woman for the first time not half an hour ago, hiding from you, too scared of your dirty hands to return to her own workplace. Trust me, it left an impression, just like you are leaving one now,” Steve grunted menacingly, causing your heart to pound in your chest in fright even with his words not aimed on you. “If I can give an advice, you pack your things as fast as you can, apologize to her profusely, begging for her forgiveness and you don’t set a foot in this building or speak to her ever again. Do we have an understanding?”

You weren’t the only one affected. Your boss tried to reciprocate Captain America’s glare, but he failed miserably. He visibly gulped and circled his desk, still watching the soldier as if he was expecting to get hit; then his eyes just dropped to his desk and he frantically started picking random things from it.

You watched the scene in front of you, paralyzed. Your heart was beating its way out of your chest, pulsing in your temples, your breathing alternating between hitching and picking up. Your vision started to swim.

Holy. Shit.

“Cap, I think you broke her.”

Steve spun to you at instant, his eyes roaming your face; or you thought so. He looked worried now; or you thought so. Thinking and frankly evaluating the stimuli your senses were receiving was a bit difficult at the moment.

What the hell had just happened?

Gentle hands took yours, leading you out of the room. You blindly followed, unsure how to put one foot in front of the other, your body running on autopilot.

It was over. Thomas Gregory was no longer your boss and it had happened without you losing your job. And Steve Rogers had scolded him as if he was a five-year old kid – a very pervert one, but a kid nonetheless. Steve put a fucking fear of God into him. All of that happening within three minutes. And you just… couldn’t quite process all that.

You barely registered getting into and out of an elevator, being seated on a couch, having a blanket tossed over your shoulders and a cup of warm liquid pressed into your hands. You automatically brought it to your lips, only to be stopped by a tender fingers curling around your wrist.

“Careful. It might be too hot,” a pleasant voice warned you and you blinked, finally focusing your gaze, finding rather worried and very handsome face staring back.

You glanced at the cup, surprised to identify the drink as Steve’s hand let go of yours.

“Is that… is that hot chocolate?” you stuttered, bewildered. Well, more like… astonished.

“Yeah. You’re not allergic to milk or anything, are you?”

You looked up back to Steve’s face, only to find him with his brows furrowed in concern, lips thoughtfully pursed. It snapped you to action.

“No! No. It’s just… I didn’t have one in years. Thank— thank you.”

His expression cleared, as he was evidently pleased with himself. “Good. You’re welcome.”

The words fell off his lips so easily. As if he just hadn’t… hadn’t saved your career. Or your mental health, really.

You eyed the table by the couch, setting the cup down, only to fully turn to him. He seemed a bit confused at that; but God, you had something important to say and since you didn’t want to give up the blanket just yet, you decided to get rid of the mug at least to look less pathetic.

“No, Steve, I… thank you,” you whispered sincerely, feeling tears in your eyes for like a millionth time that day. His smile widened a little.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry if I… if I scared you down there. It wasn’t meant for you.”

“You didn’t-” you blurted out in attempt to deny it and make him feel better, only to waver as his eyebrow rose, picture perfect of doubt. It made you chuckle at yourself self-deprecatingly. “It’s not your fault that I was… surprised by your little hulk-out. I guess I just didn’t see it coming.”

“Hulk-out, huh? How do you feel?”

You shrugged, exhaling slowly, thinking hard about your answer.

“Like I just watched my life take a way better turn that I would expect... and I’m still only watching,” you whispered honestly, which led to his face twisting in a grimace.

“Anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it; you scanned your surroundings, realizing you were in something that looked fancy enough to belong to Tony Stark and was way too big to be part of an actual apartment. You ran your hand down the blanket covering your shoulders, reaching for the abandoned cup to blow on it softly and take a careful sip of chocolate. Steve’s questioning gaze observed you while you did so and you smiled blissfully into the cup as the delicious rich taste caressed your tongue.

“You mean besides comforting me despite being a complete stranger, getting my harassing boss fired and scaring the hell out of him, taking me to--- here, giving me a blanket and making the best cup of hot chocolate I had in years? Give me a second, I’m sure I’ll figure out something else,” you babbled and Steve’s smile grew, tense shoulders relaxing. “Seriously, Steve. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I owe you. I- I know you’re a hero and all that, but… yeah. I should be asking you what I could do for you in return.”

“That’s not-- I’m not--- ...you make a pleasant company,” he said in the end as if he realized he couldn't deny any of the things you had listed. You lowered your gaze to the chocolate as his eyes twinkled at the statement.

“Ditto.”

“Does that-” he blurted out and you tilted your head to side, watching him curiously when he stopped talking just as abruptly. “This is a terrible timing, but that’s apparently an infamous quality of mine, because usually I wait too long, and… uhm…”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suddenly embarrassed soldier scratching the back of his neck, peeking at your through his eyelashes. Was that--- was he trying to-? No, it couldn’t be.

“Yeah?” you softly encouraged him to continue.

He wetted his lips, causing your previously tight gut to warm up.

“I understand that it’s the last thing you’re thinking about right now, but… when you settle down again... and things are a bit calmer for you… would you- uhm, like to… maybe spend some more time with--- with me?”

If he had blurted the sentence in one go, you would have dropped your mug in surprise despite suspecting this incredible thing when he had turned bashful. But he didn’t so your brain had enough time to process the words slowly leaving his lips, one after another, little shy, little hopeful. Your heart was speeding up with each of them, ready to burst when he finished with a tiny nervous smile.

Well. How could you possibly say no to that irresistible creature in front of you? You smiled into your drink.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You wanted to chuckle at the pure surprise on his face, but it was just too endearing and so you had to fight the urge to make an embarrassing sound like an aww instead.

“Yeah, Steve. I’d really like that,” you repeated, hiding the teasing note in your voice. “But you’ve got to teach me how to make a chocolate that good, because seriously, it tastes amazing.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” you demanded, a bit hurt, rather surprised. “I don’t want you to give up your secret recipe right away! Just… in time.”

He grinned at you boyishly, leaning a bit closer to you. You held your breath in anticipating, a the change. “I could. But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the process of preparing it for you and your smile in return.”

You stared at him for few moments, taking the statement in, wondering if he was teasing you or was being serious. The corners of his lips were quirked up as if he was indeed joking, but there was a certain spark of honesty in his eyes.

You decided to play along, whether it was a game or not. Perhaps it was the relief of newly found freedom from a sleazy man in your life that plucked up your courage and woke up your jovial side.

“Aww, Steve, that’s so sweet. Is that your way of telling me you’re planning on spoiling me? Because then I would need significantly less time to… settle down.”

His grin widened at your words. “Is that so?”

“Mm.”

“Well then…” he brought up lowly, torturing you with anticipation when he didn’t continue, only to watch you with a mischievous smile.

“...then?”

“What are your plans for Friday evening?”

Oh, you were so glad you were sitting, because otherwise the force of the moment in which Steve Rogers asked you out on Friday night would knock you down.

You tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound like an over-enthusiastic YES, but his blue eyes staring into yours made it very difficult for you.

Dammit, it was harder to talk to him when you could actually see--- you smiled smugly at the idea that popped up in your head and raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.

“I’m hiding in a supply closet. Why, you wanna join me?”

Steve burst out laughing, throwing his head back with that sound and the picture armed your heart so thoroughly it was unfair.

“Sure thing. Would you like me to bring muffins and coffee or do you prefer an actual dinner?”

You found yourself laughing too and you suddenly believed that your life would indeed get better. It already had, after all.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 2

Race day. The whole track was buzzing with excitement. Over the last two weeks, Zemo had been working hard and improving his car. Between all that, he was thinking about you.

It was strange how someone you met once, and hardly knew, made such an impact on your life. He wondered if you got the ticket. Would you even come?

He stood by his car. People had come to see him, but his eyes were only looking for one person. You had yet to make an appearance. Disappointment hung heavy in his chest.

Tony Stark stood across the way from him. He was chatting to his fans, smiling smugly and relishing in all the attention he was receiving.

If Zemo knew one thing, he wasn't going to let Stark win today. He glares at him as he takes a seat. He sighs. He had hoped you would have come. The thought of you helps cool his thoughts of the other driver.

It won't be long until they are called to the starting lane.

Zemo gets up and grabs his helmet, thinking to make a few last minute checks before they're needed. He would deal with the fact you were a once in a lifetime meeting and get on with the day. The disappointed had settled hard.

He turns his back and was about to make his way to his crew when a voice stopped him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

He turns around quickly, relieved at the sound of your voice. He grins when his eyes land on you.

"You did, but you're here now. Though, I think you owe me for keeping me waiting."

You smile. "I'm sorry. Getting here was a hassle. I was worried I was going miss the race entirely."

He couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm glad you made it."

The cheering behind you caught your attention. You turned to see Stark climbing into his car. The crowd around him was being asked to disperse.

"I won't let him win today."

You turn to see Zemo looking at you, completely ignoring what's happening behind you.

"He really riles you up, doesn't he?"

"How could you tell?" He asked, not meaning for a reply, but surprised by your response a the same.

"You're clenching your fists and jaw. Is he, like, your enemy?"

Zemo gives a heartless chuckle.

"Something like that."

You stepped closer to him and smiled softly. This closely, he could smell the fragrance you had put on today. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"A good luck charm. I'll be cheering for you."

You're not sure where your bravery had come from, but you wanted to do something to get his mind off Stark. He looked a little surprised, but he looked more smug than that.

"My own little good luck charm? Perhaps things will be different today."

You smile as you step back. The drivers are being called to the start line. Zemo doesn't quite want to leave you yet, but duty calls.

"That's your stand," he says, pointing to the seating area above him. "I'll be back here when the race ends, meet me."

"Alright."

Zemo has someone help you up to your seat in the stands. He gets into his car as you go, looking up once before driving his car over to the start.

You don't take your eyes off his car.

That tense atmosphere seems to fall over the whole racetrack. It was just like last time. Only there was something more here for you. You were here for Zemo this time, at his request.

The silence was thick. All you could hear was your breathing, and then that beautiful sound. Those engines revving. It was as if at that moment you forgot how to breathe.

They were off.

You were already clutching your seat.

You had a little bit of research on Helmut Zemo. He had won a couple of races before, but had never beaten Tony Stark. There was a rivalry there. This had been going on a few months. Zemo was insistent on beating him at least once.

Maybe, just maybe, today will be that day.

Your eyes flick to the screen where the cars will be picked up now they're out of sight. You can feel your stomach dropping as you watch eagerly. Zemo and Stark are once again locked in battle with each other. They are ready so far ahead of the others and you wonder how they do that so fast. You bite your lip as you watch the purple car.

This would mean so much to Zemo if he beat Stark. It would put Tony down a few notches, maybe then he wouldn't be so high and mighty.

You have no idea what happened. It was as if you suddenly zoned back in to the race. Attention brought back to the screen at the sound of screeching tyres.

You tense up.

Luckily no damage had been done, but both Stark and Zemo had spiralled out of control, both cars now facing the wrong way. You could see them on the screen.

The others will catch up soon. They don't have much time to keep their places if they're going to get back into the race.

Stark's car sparks to life. You feel your heart drop as he takes off again.

Zemo cannot get his car to start again.

Banging his hand against the steering wheel he glares after Stark. Another race he will not win. No doubt Tony will have something to say later.

You can only watch as Helmut climbs put of his car and walks off the tracks. All the other cars speed past him. His car won't be crossing the finishing line today.

You don't care about the rest of the race, you leave tour seat and hurry down to the barricade. You would wait for Zemo like you said you would.

He doesn't return to the stop until the race is over, Stark's name being hollered from every direction. He comes over with a hard look on his face, jaw clenched in anger. His helmet was in his hand, hair slightly messy from it's removal.

He stalks over to where you are waiting. He doesn't even look at you as he drops the helmet and sits down, head in his hands.

"Zemo?"

He doesn't say anything. He just sits there and sighs. Your lucky kiss didn't bring him much luck.

There was no way you could be impressed with his skills after that. He had wanted to impress you today. He had wanted to cross that finish line for you. He failed.

He swears it's Stark's fault they collided like that. Now his team had to go fetch the abandoned car and fix it.

One day. One day he would beat that man.

"Zemo?"

He lowers his hands and turns his head to the side, looking at you with gentle eyes. He has a little smile on his face, but you could tell he was utterly defeated.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" You ask, confused by the sudden apology.

"For wasting my lucky charm."

You chuckle softly and sit down on the tarmac by his chair.

"It's not a big deal. I'm just glad you're alright. I know how dangerous this can be."

He nods. People can die in this job.

"You have been doing some research?"

"Yes. I wanted to understand your world better." You look down sheepishly. It felt strange confessing that to him.

"My world is fast," he says, voice dropping in volume.

You both ignore the cheering happening in the distance. Tony was receiving his reward as his team parks his car opposite you.

"I like the fast lane, I found out. I'd like to stay in it a little longer."

Zemo's gaze landed on you.

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" He asks, wanting to take his mind off the race.

"I would love to," you smile up at him.

"Wait for me by the gate, I'll pick you up once I've changed."

You nod and stand up. You make your way to the exit of the racetrack, waiting by the gate. Zemo goes to get out of his racing gear.

As you wait, Stark makes his exit. He spots you, grinning.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Yes," you reply curtly.

"You're wasting your time on him. You know that? Not only is he a danger on the track, but off it too." Tony peered at you over his shades, "consider that a warning."

"I think I can judge him for myself, but thank you."

Tony shrugs and drives off.

The nerve of that man! Granted, he didn't sound he meant ill feelings as he said it, but that fact he even felt the need to say that angered you. Sure, you hadn't known Zemo all that well, and everything you did know you got off the internet, but you felt more than capable to make a judgement yourself.

Tony was out of sight now.

You turned when you heard another car approach. It was a different one from the one he had two weeks ago. You smile as he pulls up in front of you. You climb in.

Zemo drives you both away from the track.

"What happened to the race car?"

"My crew will take it back and look at the damage. I'll check in with them tomorrow. I have some changes to make to it."

"What happens now? I mean, since you didn't cross the line," you ask, wanting to know more.

"I'll be set back a bit, but I'll overcome it. One day I will beat Stark. His winning streak will have to end at some point, and I would very much like to do it before the racing season ends."

"How long do you have?"

"There are three more races before the season ends."

"I believe in you."

For some reason those words set off something inside of him. He glances at you briefly as a smile spreads across his face. Perhaps it was fate that brought you to him. He would like to think that.

Zemo knee exactly where to take you. A good quiet place for drinks.

The bar was nice. Nothing flashy or loud, just a casual place for drinks. Zemo and yourself sat in the back, out of immediate eyesight of everyone else. He wanted to spend this time with you, and only you.

"What else did you learn in your research?" He asks, wanting to kick off the conversation.

"You've only been racing a handful of years, only being racing professional a few months, and yet you're super talented on the track. I had to look up some of the racers, most of which have been racing professionally for years. Yet, you're up there with them," you say, sounding impressed.

"I'm good at what I do, no doubt about that."

"How did you get into racing?"

"I love cars. Back home, I have a collection of classic models. You have only seen two of the cars I own. One day I decided to give racing a go. The thrill that runs through your veins when you're speeding around that track, it is unlike anything I've ever felt before. Adrenaline takes over once your foot is on the pedal. All you see is the track ahead."

You smile as you listen.

"I could get used to going to races."

Zemo looks at you with soft eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I would very much like it if you would."

"I can't guarantee I can be at them all. I have to work too. My job isn't nearly as cool as yours though."

"How about this, for every race you come watch, I take you out for drinks after," he offered.

"Are you... asking me out?"

"Only if you attend the races," he states.

You look down at your drink.

"I'll see what I can do, I suppose."

He chuckles, "I'll take it."

"So, there's only three races left, right?"

"Yes," he confirms.

"You have to win all three to beat Stark this season?"

"Yes."

"Can you do it?"

Zemo looks at you with focused eyes. His lips pulled into a smug grin.

"I'm going to do it."

"When is the next race?"

"Two weeks. They are two weeks apart each."

"Right." You read that online. "What's the plan from here. How do you spend the time between races?"

"Improving. Tomorrow I will meet with my crew and see the damages done to my car. I will do whatever I have to do to get it back in top form. I will improve it and test it. Over and over if I have to. I will beat Stark."

You smile.

"I know you can do it. You can."

"Well, if you keep saying it, then I know I can too," he winks at you. You chuckle and try to hide your smile by sipping your drink.

This was nice. You would get to do this again as long as you attended the rest of the races. You made a silent promise to do whatever you could to attend the remaining races. Work be damned!

When you finished your drink, Zemo drove you back to your hotel. Much like last time, you both lingered in the car before you went inside.

"Would you like to come to the garage tomorrow? I could show you what we do behind the scenes," he offers. If he was being genuinely honest, be just wanted to spend more time with you.

"Sure. I'm free tomorrow, but then I'll have to catch the next train home."

"I'm honoured you went to all the trouble to come see me race again," he smiled.

"You invited me. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to see you again," you blurted out.

You sit there in shock. Zemo looks extremely proud and smug.

"I mean-"

"No, no. Don't say any more," he laughs.

You're a blushing mess as you climb put of his car.

"See you tomorrow then?"

You just nod and head inside, embarrassed beyond belief. You can't believe you said that.

Zemo drives away with a smile.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Hi! I'd like to suggest some sweet fluff for Tony Balerdi. Perhaps where he's finally getting over Adam and the reader is showing him that is he is worthy of being loved. I think [Pet] and [Lace] from the non-sexual intimacy prompt list might work really well for this one?

I hope you have a wonderful day today ❤

☆° • [ 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] my muse laces their fingers with your muse’s, holding their hand

☆° • [ 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ] my muse lays your head in their lap and pets your muse’s hair

Tony Balerdi x Reader

First of all thank you for giving me the chance to write my boy Tony, I adore him and he deserves the world <3 So I am so happy to give him some tenderness

V's Drabble Birthday Celebration

Tony was alone in the empty restaurant, his jacket off on his side as he was doing some basic accounting for the evening, the season was changing, he needed to plan new decors, new publicity, also some things had to be adjusted, some walls painted and let out the enormous list of new kitchen items that Adam ordered.

He groaned softly rubbing his eyes, it was really late, his hands falling onto his temples trying to gather ideas and things to do.

The soft sound of something hitting repeatedly the big window in front of the place attracting his attention and he let out a breathy smile as he saw you.

He stood up blocking the door and letting you inside moving elegantly behind the door as habit.

“Isn’t it a bit late to keep working?”

You asked and he tried to answer but you just shut him up with a kiss and a smile “I have got you sushi”

He chuckled wholeheartedly as he rested his forehead against your “Thank you” You just smiled winking at him as he moved away to lock the door behind you as you moved to his paper covered table resting the plastic bag on side after moving some papers careful to not mix it up.

You looked up at him moving toward the kitchen, damn him, why he had to be so handsome and yet you could still see it. The leftover of something that hurt him, something that left him empty and now you were stretching your arms and legs trying to cover it. He wasn’t used to be looked after, he always had standard up on his shoulders, from his father and from others. He clearly never felt enough and you could see it from the way he reacted to the simplest acts of care.

“White wine?”

You asked as he nodded “Indeed”

He placed the glass in front of you and opened the bottle, you took off your jacket resting your back against the couch just staring at him, his moves, the way he handled the bottle, he was a professional, but he also liked to do it. That was the charm.

“Why you stare?” He asked pouring some wine into a glass and sniffing it before having a taste and nodding slowly moving to pour it to you and then refill his glass.

“Why shouldn’t I?” You just answered before beginning to pull out the little plastic baskets from the bag and handing him a pair of chopsticks “How is it going so far?” You asked casually as he stared down at the sushi still wondering about your last words. He had such a cute shy smile, damn him.

“Well, uno schifo” You chuckled as when he spoke in Italian it meant that shit was raining “I mean it, everyone asking for some thing, from the chefs to the cleaning ladies to the waiters to the damn guy selling us fish”

He groaned rubbing his temple before slowly digging into the food, he probably didn’t realise he was this hungry until you appeared with food.

“What about you?”

You shrugged “The usual, working on some translations”

You were actually glad you didn’t work in the same field, that gave Tony the chance to express himself, he loved to explain you things when he wasn’t rushing away.

“What is the thing you will like change?”

He looked at you surprised and a bit puzzled as you waved the chopstick in the air to mean changing from the place “It is not polite to wave chopsticks” “Ooopsie” you chuckled

“Anyway” he continued “I feel like it just needs to freshen up, nothing major, probably the small decors, rethinking the table settings, it is still too new to really think about it in radical terms”

You nod understanding it as you put some more uzumaki in his plate as she sips some wine.

“Maybe I can help you, you will come home earlier”

Tony looked at you, eyebrow raised “Who’s home?” “Mine, it is closer”

You smirked as he shook his head, you’re just too cute to stand.

“How can you be like that 24/7?”

You looked at him leaning your head on side “Don’t know, try to stay with me 24/7”

He rolled his eyes as you two finished eating, with your help the paper work ended up way earlier and he was putting everyone neatly into folders just a little alter as you cleaned the table.

You followed hm out as he locked the restaurant and put on the alarm.

He walked beside you, his brain still rerunning all the the had to do and has done.

You stared at him as the street was quiet and your place wasn’t far, that’s actually how you run into each other sometime ago and you still feel blessed by that casual encounter.

Your hand slowly moving to touch his, he shivered in surprise but then you slowly laced fingers together. He kept looking forward but you could see that familiar softness on his cheeks, that little burgundy colour he couldn’t blame onto the wine.

You stayed like this quietly, you didn’t pressure him into doing more or saying else. He is a reasonable man of facts, you know that he will speak when he feels comfortable or he just decides to allow himself to.

Once home you let him inside as he has been there before.

You took his jacket and hanged it nicely with yours.

“I will take a shower if you don’t mind”

You nodded at him handing him some clothes for the night and just some hangers for his knowing he won’t like how you hang them anyway.

As you heard the water run in the shower you got changed into something more comfortable sitting in front of the tv to watch some replicas of old tv shows.

You looked up when he appeared all fluffy and casual.

“I am sorry, I am really tired”

He was so monosyllabic at times you wanted to tickle him, but you opened your arms as he moved closer sitting beside you.

“No, I mean it, I will have to wake up early and..”

You pushed hm to lay down, head on your lap “Now watch 'Murder She Wrote’ in silence or we won’t get who is the murderer”

He chuckled as you said that so bluntly, he leaned his head down and found his perfect position as you run your fingers through his silky hair gently pulling them only to massage him better on his scalp.

He let out a relaxed sigh as he was happy, he has never been this happy before but he was. He felt protected and for the first time he had the sensation that he could let down his defences.

He looked up at you and you smiled down at him “You’re beautiful, I am so lucky to call you mine”

He blushed and looked down slowly hugging your waist with his arm and giving you a squeeze as he kept silent, but you didn’t need words to understand.

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Toxic Love Chapter 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing. But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story! I apologize in advance!

The three of you gathered around the kitchen island and ate the pizza. Well, more like Steve and Bucky inhaled a whole pizza each while you ate two slices. The pizza was delicious, probably the best you’d ever had and your stomach was grateful for the yumminess.

“Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself Y/N?” Bucky asked as he licked the grease off his lips.

“What do you want to know?” you replied.

“Let’s start with your family and where you grew up.”

You shrugged as you wiped your fingers with a napkin. “There isn’t really much to say. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. Both my parents died when I was a teenager. I never knew my grandparents and I was an only child, same with my parents, so I don’t have any other family. I moved here when I was 20,” you stated honestly. Well, mostly at least. Yes, it was true both of your parents died, but how they died was tragic. They both committed suicide. First your mother, then your father one year later. As far back as you could research, mental health issues unfortunately ran in your family and that was including you. But you weren’t ready to open up that old wound yet. You were on medication to help it and that was that. Luckily the dosing you were on worked well and you could only hope you wouldn’t need to adjust your medications anytime soon.

“We know how you feel doll. Obviously all of our family is gone too. But we can make a new family with the three of us,” Bucky stated as he wrapped his metal arm around your shoulders. You liked the sound of that. The three of you becoming your own family. It sounded nice.

You gave Bucky a wide smile, mirroring his. “What have your past relationships looked like?” Steve announced from the other side of you.

This was something you had been debating on bringing up. If you weren’t going to tell them about your mental health issues just yet, you didn’t want to lie and be dishonest about John as well. Taking a deep breath, you held it in for five seconds before releasing it. “I’ve only been in one relationship before. His name was John, John Smith. He’s in prison right now.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Steve clench his fist; his knuckles cracking in the process. “What happened?” he growled out.

“He…he umm. Well, he hit me,” you said, almost as quiet as a mouse but you knew both men had super hearing and they damn well heard you.

Steve slammed his fist on the granite countertop making you flinch.

“Steve!” Bucky barked at him in anger. “You’re not making this situation any better right now. Calm the fuck down and let her talk.” Bucky soothed his arm up and down your back. “Go ahead doll. We’re listening.”

Nodding, you began to speak again. “Things were great in the beginning. He seemed like everything I could have ever asked for in a man. I didn’t know if or when I would ever meet the two of you so I decided to live my life and date him. The first six months were a whirlwind of romance. He was the most charming man I had ever met. But then things took a turn when I moved in with him. I was ready to have sex yet, but he was sick of waiting. That first night I moved in, he…he raped me.”

This time you saw Bucky’s right hand clench on the table in front of you while Steve knocked his chair over as he stood up, pacing the kitchen. “Go on doll,” Bucky urged, trying to keep the anger out of his voice as best he could for you.

“That was just the first time. He umm, he did it again for weeks. I wanted to leave, I really did. But he was rich and he had security around the house. I knew I couldn’t just up and leave. Finally, when he demanded I quit my job, I stood up to him and told him no. That was the first time he hit me. That continued for months. I was ready to give up on myself.”

“What happened next huh? How did he end up in prison?” Steve demanded as he leaned over the counter, staring at you with those piercing eyes.

“I got lucky,” you replied. “We were out shopping one day. He felt bad for the wrist he broke the night before so he took me shopping. One of the sales ladies escorted me into a fitting room and I slipped her a note letting her know what was going on. I stayed in the fitting room for as long as possible. And then I heard them. The police. The sales lady called the police for me and they took him away. He’s been locked up ever since.”

Closing your eyes, you let the tears slip down your cheek. “You were so brave,” Bucky cooed as you felt his lips on the top of your head.

“Look at me Y/N,” Steve demanded yet again and that deep feeling to please him was happening again. You snapped your head up and looked directly into his eyes. “That will never happen in this relationship. Do you understand me?” You simply nodded. “Bucky and I would never hurt you like that. Ever. You have our word.” As soon as he finished talking, he stormed out of the kitchen and down the hallway to where you only assumed was his room.

“Just give him a minute to cool off sweetheart,” Bucky spoke in your ear. “Stevie gets pent up sometimes and he has a lot on his plate. He may seem like it, but he’s not mad at you. I promise.”

You collapsed into Bucky’s chest and softy sobbed. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and you were relieved to have told them about John. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that doll. That will never happen to you again. We won’t let anything like that happen.”

It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes later when Steve emerged from his room. “How about we go down and show you the communal kitchen and living room. Give you a little tour. What do you say?”

A small smile broke across your face. “I’d like that very much.”

As the elevators opened to the communal floor, you jaw dropped. If you thought Steve and Bucky’s apartment was big, this was ten times the size. Not only were there ample more couches, the television was bigger and there was a large dining table big enough to sit at least twenty people.

“Holy crap,” you exclaimed in awe.

“Yeah, Tony likes to go big if you couldn’t already tell,” Steve joked.

“You think?” you quipped back, earning a smirk from Steve.

The entire space was void of anyone except the three of you as Steve pulled you further into the living room. He explained that the group tries to do a movie night at least once a week. “To make things as fair as possible, Tony pulls a name out of a hat to see who gets to pick the movie that night,” Bucky said.

“Yeah but it doesn’t really work. There is still always complaining and bitching from everyone else. Mainly Clint,” Steve chimed in.

It made you giggle, genuinely giggle and it felt good. That hadn’t happened in quite some time.

Steve and Bucky guided you towards the hallway, explaining that these were the ‘hobby rooms’ of everyone and their soulmates. Steve opened the door to the one at the end of the all on right left side.

“This will be your room. You can make it anything you want. But I’m going to guess this will be your game room where you work.”

“That would be correct,” you answered as you turned on the light. The room was very decent sized and you would have no problem fitting all of your gamer stuff in here. Hell, there would be a lot of room left over and you were quickly trying to think what else you could fit in here.

“C’mon. Let’s go back to our floor and we can show you your room up there.”

On the elevator ride back to their apartment, Steve and Bucky explained who all lived in the tower and who their soulmates were. Tony and Pepper were soulmates together, along with Bruce. Bruce was best friends with Tony and more of a brother figure to Pepper. Then there was Natasha, Clint and Darcy Lewis and they were all in an intimate relationship together. Lastly, there was Thor and Jane but they didn’t stay in the tower too much as they spent most of their time on Asgard.

Steve stopped in front of your door. It was across the hall from Bucky’s and right next door to Steve’s.

“Go ahead and open it,” Steve said with a smile. “Just place your hand over the screen.”

Taking a deep breath, you did as he said and placed your hand, palm down, on the digital screen where there would normally have been a doorknob. With a soft click, the door opened for you and you walked into your new place. It was nothing like what you were thinking. You were honestly just guessing it would be a bedroom, but no, this was an entire apartment.

Straight ahead was a decent sized kitchen. There was dark cherry wood cabinet with black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. To the left is what you would assume would be the living room, however it was completely bare of any furniture. As you continued to move through the apartment you found that the bedroom was all the way in the back. It was a very nice sized master bedroom with the biggest walk in closet and on suite bathroom you had ever seen.

“What do you think?” Bucky asked as he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s big,” you replied with a chuckle.

“I’m going to have Tony’s interior designer email you. Give him examples and ideas of what you would like and she will make it happen. Don’t worry about prices. This is Tony’s gift to you.”

Your eyes grew wide at his statement. “Are you sure?”

“Yes sweetheart,” Steve replied as he slipped his hand in yours. “We want the best for you. Whatever you want this new home of yours to look like, then so be it. We will make it happen for you.”

~~~

That night as you lay in bed after spending time with Steve and Bucky, you couldn’t help but frown. Things had seemed to be going much better tonight than they did when you first met them two days ago. Now, you had to pack up your apartment and move. You weren’t really nervous about that part, hell, you were looking forward to it. But then it meant things were starting to get real. When things start to get intimate with them, would you be able to let yourself go and do that? Would things be vanilla in the bedroom? Would you be able to tell them that because the only sexual experiences you’ve ever had was being raped, that you could now only get yourself off on violent fantasies of being raped, or tied up, or choked? Fuck, what was wrong with you?

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