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imperialstark · 2 years

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shades of cool

Based off of this post from @docdracula

Steve travels back to the past to change things but finds that some things are inevitable. Like the undeniable attraction between him and Tony Stark.

TW for infidelity and age gap between silver fox!steve and twink!tony

When Tony dies, Steve feels something inside of himself sever, like the fissuring of glass and stone. He watches Tony's eyes go dreadfully blank, the arc reactor flickering before fading out completely, and feels as if he's going to vomit.

The screaming and cursing will come later when he's all alone in the Brooklyn apartment he's called home for the past five years. But for now, surrounded by his teammates and the ashes of their enemies, all he can do is sink to his knees like the rest of them.

He makes up his mind then and there. It's not that this timeline has nothing for him anymore; he has Sam and Bucky and the other Avengers to think about. But a dark, buried part of him can't help but whisper, "Don't I deserve it? A moment of peace?"

Guilt eats at him, corrodes his insides until he feels like he's the one turning into ash.

He hides it as well as he can before anyone can talk sense into him, and for a moment, he thinks he'll get away with it scot-free.

But then there's Bucky. Bucky with that cool, assessing gaze, the ghost of the Soldier at the edges of it.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Bucky asks him one night over a couple of beers. The drinks are merely a practicality. What else is there for two worn-out men to do?

Steve takes a long draw from his Budweiser, wishing that it still had an effect on him. Maybe it would have made things easier.

"No," Steve says, keeping his voice light. "Making plans hasn't worked out for me recently, so I figured winging it was worth a shot, right?"

It's the only confession Bucky's going to get out of him.

Bucky sighs, but it's not just any sigh. It's the "You're an idiot, but I'm not going to stop you" sigh, a relic from their childhoods a lifetime ago.

"For your sake, I hope you're right," Bucky says and downs the last of his beer.

"Can't screw up any worse than I already have," Steve says.

They fall into silence, although the buzzed droning of the other bar patrons more than makes up for it.

Bucky claps a hand, his flesh hand onto Steve's shoulder, and Steve's eighteen again and all alone. "I guess this is the end of the line, pal."

Steve damns him, damns him for his earnestness and his understanding and the tears currently pricking the corners of his eyes. Bucky blinks, and the telltale shimmer of tears is gone.

Steve swallows pasts the knot in his throat. "I'm gonna miss you, but I can't do it, Buck. I can't be here."

"That's okay," Bucky says firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "We'll be okay."

And just to be a shit, Steve throws Bucky's words back in his face. "For your sake, I hope you're right."

It has its intended effect, Bucky snorting before punching Steve in the shoulder. "Punk."

"Jerk," Steve replies, not missing a beat.

"Yeah," Bucky says, smiling now, and Steve allows himself to breathe. "I'm gonna miss you too."

That doesn't stop Steve from leaving 2023 behind for 1947 with a heavy heart.

After much yelling and a few bullets sent his way, Peggy cries when she finally realizes it's him. She's still breathtakingly beautiful with her soft curls and graceful, full lips, painted a striking shade of red he has not seen in years. He hates himself for making her cry. Not once has he seen her falter in all the time he's known her until now.

Something about her eyes makes him tense. Maybe it's their darkness or the length of her lashes, but something about them is off. It isn't until much later that he realizes he was looking for another set of eyes long gone.

Howard welcomes him with open arms, engulfing Steve in a bone-crushing hug. As Steve returns his embrace, Peggy watching them with unbridled joy, Steve vows that things are going to be different this time.

He's going to free Bucky before HYDRA even deploys him on his first mission as the Soldier, and Howard will die old and gray surrounded by his family, not at the hands of someone he once called friend.

And Tony. Tony. Tony is a problem for later. Much later.

Years pass, and Steve spends every waking moment fighting to make things right. Except when it comes to Tony. With Bucky and Howard, he's confident; neither of them deserved the hands they were dealt, but Tony? Tony, who had loved being Iron Man more than life itself? What right does Steve have to take that away from him?

In 1969, Howard introduces Steve to Obadiah Stane, and it takes all of his willpower not to punch him in his grimy fucking face. Howard's no idiot, he knows Steve isn't fond of Stane, but if he has an issue with Steve's indifference, he keeps it to himself.

In this second lifetime, Steve has perfected the skills that SHIELD had instilled in him; it would be so easy to have Stane quietly disappear. But with no Stane, there was no Iron Man. And with no Iron Man...Steve doesn't like to think about a future where he's not fighting by Tony's side.

But Steve is getting older, granted, he may not look it. He only just started getting silver in his hair in the eighties. It's not like he would be doing much fighting by the time Tony becomes the hero he was meant to be. In a way, it's like losing him all over again.

So Steve keeps his distance. The universe needs Iron Man alone more than they need Captain America and Iron Man together, so he figures that if Tony's formative years remain unchanged, everything should go as planned. And if it's too painful to look Tony in his face, so young, not yet worn by betrayal after betrayal, that's between Steve and his conscience.

But Tony is stubborn. Steve should be used to it, but it's been years since he's dealt with Tony Stark's particular brand of bullheadedness. Tony's twenty-one when he corners Steve at a barbecue Howard's hosting in honor of Steve's birthday.

The younger man ambushes him in the kitchen, the rest of their little family none the wiser, just outside lounging around the patio. He's never let himself be alone with Tony in this timeline, so his sheer presence has Steve hot under the collar. Tony's all fire and brashness, and it's so damn familiar Steve can almost pretend they're on the quinjet post-mission, adrenaline and lust fueling their words.

It's no surprise that Tony kisses him. Steve's noticed the not-so-subtle looks sent his way, the ever-present innuendo peppered throughout Tony's words. Tony wants him. And fuck it all, because Steve wants Tony. Steve will always want Tony, even when his wife is waiting for him to return so he can blow out the candles on a cake at a birthday party he didn't even want.

Tony gets on his knees, hands already tugging at the leather belt around Steve's waist. Steve's used to Tony, his Tony taking his time, teasing Steve until he's practically begging for it. This Tony is still so young and inexperienced, so Steve's the one who eventually takes the lead.

Any guilt he feels for doing this to Howard, doing this to Peggy, flees the scene the second Tony takes Steve into his mouth. They make a wretched sight, he's sure of it, with his pants around his ankles and Tony's face buried in his groin.

Tony's lips are so soft, softer than Steve remembers. Stretched around the girth of Steve's cock, they're obscenely pink. He aches for charcoal and his sketchbook to commit this moment to memory, add it to the collection of memories from another lifetime.

Steve buries his hand into Tony's dark waves, longer than Steve's ever seen on him, tugging at the roots the way he knows Tony likes. This time though, Steve's the one with gray at his temples, and a little detail like that shouldn't bring tears to his eyes, but it does. This Tony is gorgeous, but it's still not him.

Tony moans around his cock, just like Steve knew he would, and Steve comes with hot pulses down his throat like he's an actor playing out a scene he's rehearsed hundreds of times.

"Why did you do that?" Steve asks tiredly after they get themselves looking somewhat presentable. The guilt hasn't set in yet. Maybe it will when they leave the sanctity of the kitchen.

Tony just looks at him with those big brown eyes that know far too much and says, "I wanted to make you feel better."

#stony #stevetony #anyway here's the fic for that post almost a month later 💖💖#steve rogers #tony stark #marvel #mcu #imperialstark fic #lemons hehe

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choccymilllk · 1 year

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more silly iamges i drew the pigg on :DD 💥💥

((they were given to me by @the-king-of-lemons 👍👍but tumblr did smthng and now the ask is gone woopsie👎👎👎))((thanv u for these btw they are so!!! 🐖🐖yeah)

original images under cut

there was another one but I lost it.. ú--ù,,,

#art !!#mcyt fanart !!#technoblade #or like doodle more like #thabk u king of lemons ur so cool btw i adore ur bloga lot lot #hehe silly pog images i love drawing these a lot #tumblr ate my first post about fhis rho so hopefully it doesnt happen again✊✊✊

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thekatfuzz · 7 months

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Shadow of a Doubt (Preview)

So how about that episode 2 huh?? 👀 when I saw Loki using his shadow magic for the first time in the trailer even before the episode released I knew I had to write a fic about it. So here 'tis!

Pairing: Loki x TVA Hunter Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, shadow magic, use of restraints, slight non-con, slight dark!Loki. **contains slight spoilers for Season 2.**

Rating: M

London, 1977

Night in the city never slept. It wasn't a stressful or rushed state of being awake, but it was rather just alive and existing. The distant sound of sirens from a fire truck nearby, some honking cars here and there, and the distant music and chatter of people on the phone or couples talking to each other walking past you. The ambiance and the world around you seemed distant and unimportant in comparison to your important mission--compromise Variant L1130-- also known as Loki Laufeyson.

You've seen him before, at the TVA and in files that you read. He thought he was the God of Mischief or something. At least thats what Mobius said. You didnt know what he saw in Loki. Mobius has always been interested in such strange things.

Of course, the Variant was mysterious--and not to mention, quite handsome. The mugshot on his file depicted a good-looking man with chiseled cheekbones and raven black hair. Sure, you thought he was good looking, and you wouldnt kick him out of bed if you found him there, but of course you wouldnt go out actively wanting to sleep with a rouge Variant--no matter how hot they were.

You had your assignment. And you had your warnings. Loki's file had mentioned his use of magic and illusions and the image of big, impact text on the file flashed through your head:

"IF CONFRONTED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION."

But you weren't worried. You were in disguise anyway. Your Tempad and pruning stick tucked away cleverly and your determination on display. You've dealt with hundreds of so-called perilous Variants before, how different could this one be?

You got to a shadowed intersection and you looked around. It seemed quieter here. Flickering streetlights lit the slick cobblestone streets as low footsteps and indistinct chatter could be heard. A few people could be seen walking here and there a distance away, but there wasn't much here. All of a sudden, you could have sworn you saw a person appear out pf nowhere out of the corner of your eye. You would have usually just shrugged off as your eyes playing tricks on you in the dimly lit street and kept walking, but something didnt feel right.

The air felt colder and it felt like the sounds of the world were even more further away now as a chill ran up your spine. You felt alone but at the same time, like you were being watched. You looked around frantically, not even knowing what you were looking for. Your hand went quickly to where you hid your pruning stuck, ready to fight or fly.

Suddenly a shadow caught the corner of your eye on the wall. You turned to face it, but it was gone.

What the hell?

Your breathing became faster and you leapt into action, running away. You barely made it a few feet until you felt your arm be tugged backwards, halting you. You shot your head back to see who was holding you back, fully ready to fight back--only to see in surprised confusion that there was no one holding your wrist. It was like a ghost was gripping your arm with invisible fingers but very real strength.

It took you longer than it should have to notice the towering shadow on the wall. It was definitely a human, a male probably, holding your arm. It was like the shadow, somehow, was restraining you.

"What the...." you whispered aloud.

You tried to wriggle free and managed to for a few seconds, until you felt another similar invisible hand grip your other wrist. The next thing you knew you were pinned with your back against the stone wall, looking out at the end of the alleyway where light poured in through a rectangular opening.

Heart thundering and mind racing, you extended your neck a bit in front of you and looked up at the wall you were held against. Two large shadows this time. They looked the same, each holding your arms out to the side like you were shackled to the hard stone wall.

Then, you saw it. First from one shadow, than the other-- a set of sharp, curving horns began to grow out of the black shadows' heads. You watched in surprise as the horns began to bloom and didnt even notice the man striding towards you, eyes glowing an otherworldly green.

"Well, well..." purred the voice, in a velvety English accent. "What have we here?"

Loki.

The infamous Variant stepped out the shadows in a very elegant suit with a white ruff in his chest and a neat bow tie. His hair was slicked black and his hands were clasped behind his back. He sauntered over to you, smirking. Looking like a spider who had just caught a decadent fly in its web.

He waved his hand again, and your clothes changed as your breath hitched. Your disguise melted away to reveal your black TVA hunter armor. You gritted your teeth. This was annoying, but this wouldnt stop you. So what he knew you were from the TVA. He would be incarcerated there soon enough.

You jerked and struggled against the shadow bonds as Loki chuckled.

"Don't bother, darling." He mused. "Shadow magic--quite useful, actually. Very hard to break out of it's grip."

"Loki Laufeyson--" You said, hoping your voice carried more confidence and certainty than you felt. "You are under arrest by the Time Variance Authority for crimes of sabotaging the Sacred Timeline."

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" He said in mock surprise. He looked around. "So I've been told before."

He stepped closer to you, his features sharp in the dim light. "Go on then hunter, arrest me." He put out his wrists in an exaggerated act of surrender. He paused a moment then looked back up at you. "Oh dear, but you can't though, can you? You seem to be a little...incapacitated, darling."

"Don't call me that." You spat, blood boiling. Maybe you wouldnt even take him back to the TVA--maybe you would just give yourself the satisfaction of pruning him right here and now.

He looked taken aback.

"Trust me Variant, when I'm free--"

"I'll be sorry?" Loki said, sounding bored. "Yes, yes. Heard it all before. You hunters are so cute when you try to threaten me."

He stepped closer yet again to your restrained body, closing the space between you. You could nearly feel his breath on your face now as he looked down at you with his piercing green gaze.

Your heart hammered in your throat, loud enough that you hoped he couldn't hear.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, running a finger down your cheek, making you shudder.

Your face flushed, praying he couldnt see it in the darkness.

"Of course I do." You choked out. "You're a villain. A Variant. A threat to Time itself." You stabbed. Loki smirked.

"Am I?" He said, amused. "You seem to have such strong opinions about me. Did they warn you about me, Variant? About how dangerous and horrible I can be?"

"I'm not afraid of you." You said boldly. "I haven't even seen you do anything more than your silly shadow puppets and your outfit-changing trick."

"Oh." Loki growled. He came even closer to you and grabbed your chin, his chest pressing you against the hard brick wall behind you. Your wrists felt cold and ached from the restraining phantom hands.

"Well..." Loki said, lifting your head up forcefully. He lowered his voice to a growl, and locked his gaze with yours. "Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things to you."

#tom hiddleston #loki #hehe >:3 #loki x reader #loki x you #tva #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #marvel #fic #loki smut #loki lemon #dom!loki #dark!loki

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doingitforbokuto · 1 year

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Osamu wouldn't call himself a lazy person. He gets up every day at the crack of dawn to run his own business, he checks all of his ingredients' quality before using them, he makes sure all his customers are happy with their food. He makes small talk with his regulars, he works until the last person has left the restaurant. For years he has put all of his energy into accomplishing his dream, so yeah, he wouldn't say he is lazy.

But when he comes home from a day of hard, taxing work, all he wants to do is lay back and enjoy himself. And you make sure that he does.

He's laid back on the bed right now, his tired legs spread out in front of him. Your hand is pawing at his big thighs as you try to ease yourself down onto his cock without overstimulating yourself. You had insisted on pampering him when he came home, swearing that he deserves it after working so hard. And now, with his back resting on the pillows you had propped up for him on the bed and with his eyes resting on your perfect ass, he had no complaints at all.

"Mmh, sweetheart.."

If you want him to lay back and relax, then that's exactly what he is going to do. He leans back, one arm slung over the bedrest. The other one rests on your shoulder while you take the last couple of inches of his cock and lean back into his touch.

"Ah fuck - 'Samu!"

Lazily, he fucks his hips up into you right after you sunk down onto him. His hand runs down your back and onto your waist. He is enjoying this a bit too much.

"Ya sound pretty, sweetheart," he murmurs as he smooths his palm over your asscheek. God, you look so good like this. "Gonna spoil me with s'more, pretty girl?"

You can feel tears prickle at the corner of your eyes at the praise, the sensation of his cock sitting snugly against your tender cervix mixing with the sound of his praise will always be overwhelming to you.

"W-whatever you want, 'Samu." You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. "I'll do whatever you want."

It's clear how much he is enjoying the show you are putting on for him: the way you wiggle your hips, show off your ass, stretch your pretty back. His grin is spreading all over his face as he gets comfortable.

"Fuck yourself on ma cock, will ya?"

#osamu #lemon #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu smut #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #i dont like it that much but oh well hehe #hope you enjoy it anyway #miya osamu x reader smut #miya osamu x you smut #miya osamu smut #osamu miya #osamu miya x you #osamu miya x reader

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itsapmseymour · 8 months

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youtube

#cosmic wonders #grape #lemon #short #hehe #enjoy #Youtube

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cryptticrow · 2 months

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Kinda tired of the idea that art has to be broody and tragic to be "good" tbh

#every time I try to talk about how good these artists are I only get comments like 'omg my silly goofy men who make silly sounds hehe'#like dont get me wrong enjoy them however you like #but is that all they are to you?#comedy isn't a lesser form of art #lemon demon #tally hall #oingo boingo #tmbg #weird al yankovic #idk what these dudes are up to in their personal lives don't take this out of context pls

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swiftmitsu · 5 months

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Oh btw

I really really wanna give moss a BUNCH of lemons

Like

A pile of lemons

And for you

Two piles of lemons

To show my kindness

Bc I love your art

Also thank you for answering my asks

That makes me so happy

we thank you for you donation!

Moss is especially grateful :D

if he can’t taste he focuses more on scents, and citrus is one of the scents he loves

(ALSO DJKSKD THANK YOU 💛💛✨💫💫)

#godofautism #art #undertale au #undertale #sans undertale #au undertale #mitsuasks #undertale multiverse #undertale aus #sona #moss sans #moss!sans #overgrowthtale #overgrowth!sans #i love lemons too hehe #mitsusart

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katebeckets · 2 months

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Hart of Dixie Rewatch ⤷ 1x08 "Homecoming & Coming Home"

Hey, Lemon? We don't need a location for the prank, we need a prank. And the key to pulling off a perfect prank is specificity. I cannot practice proper psychological warfare until I understand the psyche of who I'm dealing with. She's just making up words.

#em.hod #em.hodrewatch #hartofdaily #hart of dixie #hodedit #my gifs #my edit #usersmash #userlolo #userber #tuserkers #userelliee #userjessika #one of my most rewatched episodes hehe #i love the lemon x wade x george dynamic

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plistommy · 2 years

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Things Steve Harrington deserves:

Love, hugs, kisses, DICK and a good homemade meal

#He definitely orders most of his food #SO A GOOD HOT MEAL #AND SO MUCH LOVEE #HE deserves all of it #And ofc Billys and Eddie’s dicks hehe #LOL #harringrove #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #lemon #smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 vol 2 #st #Not even hc this is what he NEEDS #please

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abisalli · 9 months

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digitalised some studies :)

#my art #digital art #sketches #artists on tumblr #figure drawing #been practicing my anatomy/ poses with these lately #I have a ton more but these are the first ones I've digitalised bc I liked them hehe #most of these are from the love and lemons collection I believe #(if I remember correctly...I have a whole folder of refs)

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citruslullabies · 19 days

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Guys this is your friendly reminder that writers fucking love angst

Like we thrive on it, it is our specialty, and it is our pleasure to write.

Send in a gut wrenching angsty idea in their inbox and they will literally love you

#we like fluff too but #angst is just so satisfying #theres like no angsty ideas in my inbox rn which makes me sad #but oh well it is what it is #us writers should be pokemon #like angst types #hehe angsty lemon #“citruslullabies! i choose you! use major character death!”

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doeneb · 1 month

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Maybe Lemon Lime?

"Lemon Lime, calling right on time! ..... hello?"

#my art #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home oc #Hehe lemon lime #aint he cute #i like the phrase #it rhymes :>#ALSO LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY HE IIIISSSSSS #AAAAAA #hims such a floofy fox

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apuff · 2 months

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like if there was candy of the killjoys what flavor would he be

(if you're wondering why this is so few flavors, it's because my vision for the context of these polls is that there's a pack of candy that all represent the fabulous four; everyone needs a unique color, and the color i pick sometimes doesn't match the character's main accent color because not everyone can be some variation of yellow)

as of making this post party poison's poll is still open