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buckyysdoll · 1 year

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— 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: while you + your husband just want to stay warm in your bed, duty calls once again; a/n: i actually really love this one and hope you lovelies do, too!; cw: explicit mentions of sex, canon-typical assassins, soft!bucky; pairing: bucky x f!reader, fatws era

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The first sound you hear in the morning is a low moan that rises from the depths of a throat, and so too does the arm around your waist tighten slightly in the slow, drawn-out waking from sleep. A shock of dark hair buries further in your neck from behind, as if taking in your scent.

It sounds again, that quiet complaint, a lighter note than what comes through beneath. You can’t make out its origin but nor do you care; you hear only those moans.

Breath still warm from sleep in the furrow of your neck, its join to the shoulder; the closeness of two loved bodies still naked from a night — and dawned morning — of sex.

This is all that you care for — all that takes your thoughts as your stir. What you know is the smell of the man that you love as he makes his sleep-guided protests.

For you hear it now quite plainly as your eyes part on the room; an obnoxiously loud, deep knocking on your wooden apartment front door. Worse still is how it is coupled with the sound of a voice growing further irate, and one that you thought inconsiderate when taking in the hour.

It was just six a.m.

But Sam Wilson wasn’t known for his patience — not when it came to you and your husband. His voice rang out through the walls as you sighed and ignored him, curling more against Bucky. “You guys, will you get your damn asses out of bed?” Clearly, he was wasting no time.

You groaned, hating him for that moment alone, and despising how this time was cut short. You knew this was part of the life that you lived, but today? Did it have to be now? If you turned in those arms that you loved so well, you knew you wouldn’t get up from this bed.

Frankly, these slow days spent undressed and flush against him were the best ones, and his sleepy smile most precious.

He clearly agreed.

Because as you lifted his hand from your waist between yours and raised it to your lips for a kiss, he once again made that low sound — though this time much deeper, a deliberate message. And so it was with aching regret that your smile spread wider, just adoring this man, but still then pulled his hand to the side of the bed, and detached yourself from underneath it.

“M’ not letting you go, you gotta stay.” The words were spoken muffled into pillows, yet you heard them. Knew well enough each nuance of his voice. All it took was his lips at the back of your nape and you were plaint once more in his warmth, and you could swear that you didn’t want anything then as much as just to hold him, and be held. Soon as that, his arm had come up where it was and re-settled, more embracing than before. It was his arm of skin and bone and yet you couldn’t hope to move it, didn’t want to as you huffed a laugh and kissed its side instead.

“Honey, i’m gonna have to get the door,” you murmured quietly, entwining your fingers once more between his and laying it back flush against your stomach. You made no move to get up despite the words you’d just admitted, and despite how Sam’s incessant knocking was only increasing in volume.

At that you spared a brief thought to the mostly old residents of your apartment complex — neighbours of your building who now surely hated the couple at no. 16.

So you yelled out an answer of ‘I’m coming!’, and resigned yourself to just another morning up early. And this time, when you managed to disentangle yourself from Bucky, you laughed as you fumbled away from his reached out attempt to snag your waist back to his side.

You managed to climb up off the bed, yet you still turned back for one lasting kiss.

You couldn’t resist it.

It was always like this, every morning: he stole one more kiss and you let him each time. Only now it wasn’t a blaring alarm you awoke to, like you used to on missions; instead it was the tones of a man gone beyond waiting, and surely only moments away from coming through the goddamn window.

Still, now you just couldn’t care for the world and the demands it would make of your husband, nor for the asks it would claim in due penance for you to atone for your great many sins.

You knew if it was truly urgent then Sam’s tone wouldn’t have been so cranky as it was. Both you and Buck knew your fellow Avenger well enough to know that his old, familiar crabbiness was casual.

So why not let him wait and damn well cook?

And it came to be that you drew out this one sole moment, and you cherished soft lips on your own — familiar lips, more so than your name. They were the same of which you’d given yourself to over and again so gladly, making up years across which you’d spent loving with your heart the very man they belonged to. His hands, too, those that had known and loved each inch of your body, soon found your waist; found each place they could touch as he deepened the kiss — made it lasting, brought heat.

Throughout those seconds that finished too soon, Bucky’s head had reared up from his pillow; eager to pin you beneath him again as you’d spent so many hours last night. As such, he had leant up on his elbows for whatever more access it could grant him to hold you, and as you kissed him you wondered how on earth it got this good; how on earth you were supposed to resist him.

God damn the gorgeous man who wanted to love you all over again, who wanted to say fuck off to the world and have his girl on her back, wanting more. “Cmon, won’t you just come back to bed with me, baby?” he spoke against your lips, voice all breath. Such was the nature of your marriage that these first morning kisses never struck you as gross.

Indeed, it was almost enough to persuade you to ring Sam and ask what he wanted, as your husband’s tongue made a slow show of re-learning your mouth, as his kiss grew more thorough. It was as if he hadn’t had it coaxing out cries from your lips all night long and just hours ago; like he hadn’t been using that mouth to show you just how much he thought his wife to be worth worshipping.

You swore to yourself again and again that you didn’t care just what Sam Wilson wanted; there was Bucky, there was you, there was the night you’d spent in love. There was the cold metal kiss of your husband’s wedding band as it met the warm skin of your waist.

But nor was it in your nature to ignore the very man who had become so like a loved one to you both. In truth, you’d formed a trio that no breadth of years could break, and you knew as well as Bucky did that yes — you’d go to the door.

And so, you did think as you made to get up, that it was almost as if your husband forgot that he alone was not your flat’s great assassin. That for all of what he thought were sly manoeuvres, you could match them. You knew each tell and movement of his body.

When you pulled back he groaned against your mouth once again, though now relented as he watched you retreat. Your eyebrows raised, amused, to see his slowly spreading smile — the look so self-satisfied and male that you knew just exactly where his filthy thoughts had gone to.

It was precisely the place where — if you were honest — your thoughts had not strayed far from all morning.

But now there was no time to indulge them as you let out a laugh so like music to his ears, and swung your legs over the bed at long last and began to search in vain for some clothes.

From sex you were still naked, and so made to grab a sheet to wrap around you. Better still would’ve been Bucky’s shirt or yours, though where they’d been thrown and discarded in your haste for skin on skin was unknown, and you did lack the time to look. So as you fumbled for anything to cover up your modesty — though relished the thought of Sam’s expression if you didn’t when you opened the door — you settled on the sheet with little options remaining, braving the journey from bed.

You left Bucky to his low-toned mumblings as your feet struck bare on the hardwood floor, cursing the shock of the cold and your lack of foresight to have donned your warm woollen socks. Still, it wasn’t as though you could concentrate on much else than the presence outside, and you thought to yourself as you made to the hall that you and Bucky really were out of practice.

Neither one of you had been an active Avenger for the past couple of months, instead testing out this new life. Sam alone continued with the legacy of Captain America while all that you and Bucky prioritised was making up for so many years of lost time. No doubt that was why you now found it so hard to rally your strength, and not only for the fact that your legs were still weak from last night.

Too weak for Bucky’s ego, it would seem.

For it was something that your husband hadn’t failed to notice as you’d stood from your bed just now, his evident pride in a smirk on his face as you threw a one-fingered gesture over your shoulder in response.

You guessed that with so many days spent now together — just like this in your shared home, and sharing love — you were somewhat retired. Yet here Sam was — that early bird — standing just the other side of lacquered wood.

You opened the door on his disgruntled face, smiling sweetly in the small reach of the space. You’d only unlatched the lock but kept the chain in place across, keeping a distance between the two of you as you looked on his deep, furrowed brow. “Good morning,” you offered as you swallowed your mirth, hearing footsteps sounding lightly from your bedroom.

By that alone, God damn your heart for leaping as per always, beating harder just alone from knowing how he shared your space.

But as Sam started off again with an “I swear if you don’t get —” you hastily re-closed the door for a moment to unlatch the chain and pull it open wide.

“Yeah yeah we get it, Wilson, you’re gonna whoop our asses, whatever.” You stood by as he strode through the door, his Falcon wings — though folded — still obtrusive in the space. The apartment you shared with your husband was modest, but enough for two ex-assassins used to cells.

This, by that contrast, was comparative luxury.

And more than that, it was peace. It was life beyond the war and had been years of needed quiet. Or at the very least it had been until oversized birds found it prudent to intrude.

With a brief glance behind at the empty hall and stairwell, you shut the door right after him and re-locked all its bolts. Yes, you may’ve been safe here but you were an assassin; old habits died hard.

“Are you even gonna tell us what you’re here for?” you then thought to ask, hearing Bucky’s choice words coming from the bedroom. The old, small smile that found you was the one he always brought, as the telltale sounds of his cursing revealed that he too was in search for lost clothes.

And you were cold in your sheet.

Indeed, on you voicing the question, it seemed only then Sam noticed you stood practically naked. This was the first time he had looked your way, and you battled with the impulse of teasing.

Because for sure, his eyes had widened and a faint blush had crept up his neck, further darkening the skin of his face that had always been handsome, you knew. Sam fumbled for a response but seemed to find none that would save him, though right then Bucky emerged in the doorway to your bedroom, standing shirtless and looking damn well good for it.

That smile birthed anew.

You supposed meanwhile that you looked a mess with your hair so tangled about you, mussed up as it had been by those hands that you ached for even still, these hours later. It seemed that no matter how many rounds you went, you wanted more of him — all of him — again. And so now, with last night’s makeup smeared around your eyes and lips, it was no secret that the two of you had had a busy night.

And at that, a busy morning too when neither one of you had wanted to stop.

It was then that you caught the first glimpse of your face in reflection in the mirror of your hall, having simply not worried to check yourself before padding out to the front door. Now though, you saw how your neck was so peppered in marks where Bucky’s mouth had been on you; where he had wanted to make himself known on your body in the throes of such passion you’d shared.

Heat pooled between your legs at the thought, and you had at least the good grace to blush. But as you moved out into the living room in wake of Sam’s progression, you touched a self-conscious hand to your skin. It did nothing for the place your mind strayed to; still, you now relived the feel of him.

You and Bucky alone knew how much further those marks travelled — knew they grouped at the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach, growing sparse from there on. Precisely why that was, as well, you both kept to yourselves; how the need had overtook and then centred his mouth on parts of you much harder to bruise.

Parts that now were remembering well how his tongue had felt bringing release.

God, once you got him to yourself once again you’d be paying him back for the ache.

Frankly, it was a blessing that Sam didn’t have the super soldier senses you did. Both you and Bucky were loath to think of just how much worse it could’ve been; of how much more deeply indignant Sam’s sounds of complaint would be then, as to now.

The whole apartment — you both — just spelt out sex. Blatant sex.

“Sam, are you eyeing up my wife?” Bucky leant against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow cocked up on the same side that one corner of his mouth had turned up in wry humour.

Sam’s head snapped to him, and he let out a groan. “Oh, man — you too? You guys are nasty.”

Because as he stood there in the rays of the sun so newly risen that were coming through your slatted window blinds, you saw twin marks all along Bucky’s neck that matched your own — saw them going further down his chest.

Purple marks — clear love bites — pinched his fairer skin to bruised, light in places where your teeth alone had dragged, deeper still where you’d sucked.

Neither one of you now had the presence to look or feel ashamed. It just wasn’t true, and any embarrassment you’d felt had diminished with the shadows on his skin.

In fact, as your eyes appraised your recent handiwork, you felt stirrings much more deliberately south than of shame. And warmer, too.

Loving him was easier than breathing and you missed him even as you stood just feet away.

So clutching the sheet to your body despite how it dwarfed your height trailing behind, you crept in a weighed down shuffle to your husband’s bare side, sidling into his hold. In an instant, his arm settled firm on your waist, now in company just like as in private.

“Sam we’re not nasty, we’re married.” You tried to appease him, just rolling your eyes.

“Yeah right,” he relented in that sarcastic tone, and you shook with your restraint against laughing.

It was precisely the relationship the three of you had for him to be like this, to tease you this way. And God bless his heart, but you loved him — and knew Bucky cared for him just the same, too.

With his name in your head all over again, thoughts of last night played out in a montage. It moved in rapid fire but you stamped it out right then, pressing a kiss to his chest as you turned your head just so, to the side and to his skin. Right now wasn’t the time to get once again desperate for your husband to fuck you, though it was hard to remember that fact when you looked down upon him at what he was wearing.

It was now that you noticed up close — and with Sam no longer standing between you — that he stood in only black sweatpants, those you’d just bought and loved getting him out of.

Seriously, you needed to be physically restrained. Your cheeks were heating fever-white in a blush, beyond dignity’s hope.

Your eyes closed lightly and a hum moved past your lips as that good warmth once again found you, though this time again from the slanted light that managed to come in through the blinds. It did little to dismiss the growing ache of your arousal, but you knew that whatever news Sam had now brought would mean all hope of lazy Sundays postponed.

Bucky’s arm tightened its hold for a moment in affection and you gave a squeeze back, laying a hand to the small of his back and then moving on past him to the bedroom, to get ready.

You sifted through drawers looking for clothes to put on that were suitable, though for what you didn’t know. And so it was then that Bucky asked that fatal question: Why. Asked for what you’d both been drawn awake and out of effectual retirement.

“So what exactly did you get us out of bed for? I hope for your sake it was worth it.” And though his tone was light you knew he too played back last night, seeing how that sun had played upon your skin from underneath him; how your lips had left red stains where they’d traversed his chest, lower still to his waistband …

Shower water ran hot for you both as you came back into the room, eyes moving between them from one to the other, not landing until either of them spoke. You’d heard each word of their pointed conversation; read the ones that went unsaid between the lines.

Sam hadn’t answered the question.

He saw you both so happy and he hated to disrupt it.

And so your stomach dipped this time in a much different way than to earlier, and with a feeling so much less of pleasure as Sam pursed his lips and said, “It would be better if I showed you.”

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Bucky: *walks into Y/n’s room to see her standing on her bed*

Bucky: Y/n, why are you standing on the bed?

Y/n: It’s my room Dad. I can stand wherever I want

Bucky: *sighs* Where’s the spider? Y/n: UNDER THE DESK, PLEASE GET IT

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mrmaybank · 1 year

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Fandom: DC, MCU

Title: Did She Run Away?

Series: Wheres My Love (2/??)

Character(s): Peter Parker, The avengers, Talia Al Ghul, Connor Kent, Jon Kent

Request: No

Genre: Fluff, Angst

TW: None

A/N: Reader used to be superman’s sidekick . When I through New York in here, if y’all didn’t expect this to be a DC, Marvel cross over idk what to say

Key:

(Y/S/N) = Your superhero name

(N/N) = Nickname

(S/W) = signature weapon

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December 1st, 2019

Almost two years that’s how long you had been here, in New York city. You were living with your friend Peter Parker and his aunt May. It had hit the news quickly that (Y/S/N) had moved from crime fighting in Gotham, Bludhaven, and Metropolis. To fighting crime in New York city, you hadn’t had a run in with the avengers, the rip off justice league as you called them, or heroes that were affiliated with them yet.

That would change tonight though. Since you decided to suit up about two months into your stay into New York, you had only gone after minor thugs. Which you found patrolling, which you were doing at the moment. When a familiar spider-boy who wore bright red decided you need company.

He swung down landing in front of you, before he could say anything you spoke. “What you want?” You asked.

“I thought you would like some company,” he replied, he stuck out his hand. “Spiderman,” he told you.

You rolled your eyes before taking his hand, “(Y/S/N),” You replied. You two began talking for awhile, getting to each other without revealing anything about your secret identities. You too had moved so you were sitting on the side of building with your legs dangling off the edge.

“So what’s it like working for superman?” He asked.

You shook your head, “I didn’t work for him, sure I was his sidekick but there no power dynamic. I would boss him around sometimes, he would do the same to me. He’s my mentor but he was also so much more then that,” You replied.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, “It must have been hard leaving. I don’t what I would do if I had to leave behind black widow or Iron man,” You gave him a sad smile, and nodded.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked. You froze, you hadn’t told anyone not Peter not May. The only people who knew were the ones back in Gotham and Metropolis. He must have noticed your reaction to the question because he quickly told you, that you didn’t have to tell him.

“No, I’ll tell you. It’s fine,” you replied.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, you took a deep breathe. “My robin died,” you told him.

He tilted his head much like a confused puppy would, “Huh? Your bird died?” He asked.

You laughed and shook your head, “No, Batman’s sidekicks are called Robins. Mine died, he was killed by the Joker. It was couple of years ago but I never got over it, I spent months reviewing the footage from Batman’s suit from that night,” your voice cracked, “Trying to figure out if someway, somehow he wasn’t dead. But I just found myself watching my baby die, over and over again.

I did it until realized he was gone, that he wasn’t coming back. So I started visiting his grave, telling him everything that he was missing. I thought I was okay, I really did. Then one night I found myself fighting the joker. And were there, at the warehouse or what remained of it.

And he started things and I just remembered how mad, I was,” tears rolled down your face, “Mad that this sick son of a bitch was alive, but my baby bird was dead. Then I just snapped and I almost killed him and I just remember thinking that was I wanted to do it. I want him dead, I was gonna kill. If Nightwing and Orphan hadn’t shown up, I would have killed him,” You looked over at spiderman, “I’m not a murder,” you told him.

He shook his head, “Your not a murder (M/N).”

“How..?”

He removed his masking, revealing that he was Peter. “I figured it out, while you were talking,” the brunette explained.

“Can we go back your apartment?” You asked.

Peter nodded, “let’s go,”

March 2nd, 2020 (There is no COVID)

As the elevator went up heading to the top floor, where currently the Avengers resided, so did your nervous. Peter must have sense this because he placed a hand your shoulder, “Relax, everything is gonna be okay,” he told you.

You scoffed, “Telling people to relax doesn’t really make them relax,” You replied, “Besides this like meeting the Justice League all over again,”

“But it’s the avengers this time,”

You shook your head, “Still. Do you know how bad I embarrassed myself the first time, I met the Justice League?”

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Peter replied.

“It was that bad!” You exclaimed, “I fell into the fucking pool of Justice!” You looked over at Peter and noticed he was trying not to laugh, which earned him a small shove. “Asshole, don’t laugh!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” He replied, “Pool of Justice?”

You bit your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing as well because you knew if you laughed, Morpheus would strike you down then and there. “Yeah…the justice league isn’t the best at name things,”

“Then I feel really bad for there children,” Peter laughed.

You shook your head, “Surprisingly there kids have good names, well the ones who didn’t name themselves or had names before they got there,”

“Named themselves? Names before they got there?” Peter asked.

“Well sure the justice league treats there sidekicks and refers to them as there kids but most of them aren’t. Like my buddy Dick, he might be Bruce’s son but Bruce didn’t name him.

Dick’s parents did and so did my parents. And as for naming themselves, sometimes there sidekicks are manmade. Like my brother, Conner. He was made to be a clone of Clark and Lex Luther, he escaped the lab though and he needed clothes. So he stole them from one of the guards and the name on the outfit was Connor,” You explained.

Before Peter could respond the elevator door opened signaling you were on the avengers floor. “You ready?” Peter asked, you nodded. The two of you exited the elevator and walked down a small hallway that took you to living room.

Where a butch of people sat you recognized them all right off the bat. There was Black Widow or Natasha Romanoff, Iron Man or Tony Stark, The god of thunder or Thor, Hawkeye or Clit Barton, Bruce Banner or the Hulk, and Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

They all smiled at you, “You must be (M/N) Kent,” Tony smiled at you.

“I am indeed,” You smiled back.

Natasha patted the space next to her, “come sit down,” she told the two of you. You both did as you were told.

“We’ve heard a lot about you from Peter,” Clit told you.

“Good things, I hope you,” you replied.

“Really good things,” Steve assured you. You spent the next hour or so getting to know them all. It was nice, you laughed a lot this much since Jason died.

“How’d you end up with, Superman and superwomen?” Thor asked.

“My parents dropped me off outside, Superman’s house. Apparently they were work buddies with his Superwomen and they couldn’t take care of me. I was two, they left a note with my name and I haven’t seen them since. But it’s okay because Superman and Superwomen raised me as there kid. There my family,” You explained.

“So why’d you leave, Metropolis and Gotham? If all the family you’ve ever known was there?” Tony asked, “Get tired of the Justice League up your ass?”

You shook your head, “The love of my life died,” you told them. You felt the whole rooms atmosphere change.

“I’m so sorry, what happened? If you don’t mind me asking,” Natasha asked.

“It’s okay,” you replied, “He was murder by the Joker and years later I thought,” You shook your head, “I didn’t think, I knew I was okay. Then I’m back at what remained of the warehouse, he was killed, fighting the Joker and I almost killed him. I was lucky two of my friends were in the area because they pulled me off of him and at that moment I knew I couldn’t stay,” you explained.

“I’m so sorry,” Tony replied, “I wouldn’t know what to do if Pepper died, especially if I found myself fighting the person who did years later,”

“It was hard,” You replied.

“Well, on a happier note,” Bruce spoke up, “we don’t usually summon people to the Avengers tower, you’re aware of that correct?” Bruce asked, you nodded.

“Well were thinking about giving you an opportunity, to work with us. You know this business way better then a lot of us do, and we could use that,” He explained.

You lit up, “Really?”

Bruce nodded, “You could teach a lot of us some things and some of us have been in this game for years.”

“I’ll try my best,” You replied.

“So you in?” Peter asked.

“Of course,” you smiled.

August 23rd, 2021

You sighed as you unlocked the door to your apartment, yes your apartment. You moved out of May’s and Peter’s a couple moths ago. Finally having enough money to buy your own, which you were very happy about. You loved Peter but after a night a patrol all you wanted to do was go to sleep, which was with him that was not so easy.

As you entered the apartment you were quick to realize that the Tv and the light in the living room were on. This set you on alert, you pulled your (S/W) out and slowly made your way to living room. As you got closer you heard a laugh, one you had heard so much that you almost immediately knew who had broken into your apartment.

You rolled your eyes, as your entered the living room. “Con-” you cut yourself off. Curled up, asleep next to Connor on the couch looked like a mini-boy version of Louis Lane who couldn’t have been more then four years old. “Whose that?” You whispered.

“(M/N), meet our younger brother, Jon,” He smiled at you.

You were very skeptical, “Is this another clone?” You asked.

Connor shook his head. “So Clark and Louis…,” you didn’t finish the sentence.

Connor nodded once more, “Yep, they had sex. I wonder how that would work, I always-,” you grimaced and cut your brother off.

“Connor!” You exclaimed, “I don’t wanna think about my mother and father figure having sex!” Your shouting cause Jon to stir next to Connor, immediately opening his eyes.

He blinked a couple times before looking around eyes landing on you. “(M/N)?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, getting down on your knees in front of your baby brother.

“Hello, Honey,” you smiled.

Before Jon could respond Connor spoke up, “You know, Bruce had another kid,” Connor told you.

“Really?” You asked not taking your eyes off of Jon.

“Mhm, he’s an Al Ghul,” This caught you off guard, you turned Connor wide eyed.

“Yep, I know,” Connor replied.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed.

“Hey! Watch your mouth in front of Jon!” Connor scolded you.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” you replied.

“You better, do you know how much of a bad mouth Dick, Stephanie, and Tim have?” You watched as Jon visible lit up at those names and quickly looked around.

“Dick?” Jon asked, you shook your head.

“He’s not here buddy,” you turned Connor, “he can’t be more then four, when did Louis have him?” You asked.

“She was three months at the time you left.”

You couldn’t believe it, Clark and Louis probably knew but they didn’t tell you. Hell they didn’t even tell you he was born. You were anger but also hurt, Connor could tell. He could always, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry (N/N),” he told you.

“How could they not tell me?” You asked.

“I don’t know, maybe they thought you’d come straight home,” Connor suggested, but you both knew it wasn’t true.

“I can’t believe it!” You exclaimed. “I’m just much as there kid your two are,” you gestured to Connor and Jon, “I didn’t know my parents, Clark and Louis were the only I had. How could they not tell me?” You felt tears burn your eyes and at this moment you didn’t care, you let them fall freely.

Connor weakly smiled at you, he moved off the couch and sat down on your right. He took your hand into his, you could tell he was fighting back tears. You two had always been close, doing everything together. So when one broke down, the other was very close to following because you didn’t like seeing each other like that.

You didn’t like seeing each other in pain, or sad, or sick. “(M/N), Clark and Louis aren’t good people. You always looked up to them, so I never wanted to tell you but there not. Heck once Jon’s old enough, and Clark doesn’t need me around to take care of his son. I’m gonna grandma and grandpa, I’m not gonna be welcome at home anymore.

I’m gonna be superboy, he is. Because he was kid Louis and Clark wanted,” You watched as the tears fell down your brother’s face, “Not some clone made of him and his arch enemy, not some random kid left on his door step. He’s gonna be the golden boy, the golden child and were gonna be left behind like we never exist,” Connor told you.

You didn’t wanna believe it but deep down, you knew it was true. There was no avoiding it. “Do you ever wish you lived with Lex, instead of Clark?” You asked.

Connor nodded, “Because he even the small times I see him because I have too. Because as much as Clark and Louis want to deny it i’m his kid too. He treats me better then either of them did, he might be asshole sometimes and supervillain but he’s good dad. You ever wonder, what it would be like if you parents kept you?”

You nodded, “Everyday. I wonder what it would like. If they take me back now, even with how fucked I am,” Connor squeezed your hand.

“You not fucked up,” He told you.

You shook your head, “I am! Connor, I am! I couldn’t take care of myself before Jason died, I can hardly do it now. Hell i tried to kill the Joker. I’m having nightmares about the Lazarus Pit and Jason crawling out of his grave. Even though I know it’s gone, and so is he. I’m fucked Connor,”

He shook his head, as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you so much,” he told you, “Your brother, and trust me your not fucked. Clark, Louis, the

joker, and everyone else is,” you felt an extra pair of arms wrap around you and looked to see Jon.

He smiled at you, “I love you too,” he told you.

You couldn’t help but smile as well, “I love you too, Jon. I love the both of you,” you told them.

“Now I have two awesome brothers!” Jon exclaimed. Your smile grew even wider at that.

February 1st, 2022

You, Peter, and Nat were building away from were the other avengers. There was group of people who had landed on Avengers and tower and Friday classified them as threat. The group of people, they brown robes and on the back of them was a symbol one you had seen before.

You knew it but you couldn’t remember where it was from. You remembered it being from a league of some sort, you watched as leader of the group, a women, looked around and as your eyes laid on her you realized who she was, Talia Al Ghul.

“Shit!” you exclaimed. You moved from the building you were on to the Avengers tower. Nat and Peter’s called your name but you didn’t care, as you cared about was making sure Tony, who blasted was currently pointed at Talia, didn’t do something that would cause a war behind the league and the avengers.

You landed in front of Talia seconds before Tony was about to shoot, “Stop!” You exclaimed.

“Good of you finally show up,” Talia told you, you just rolled your eyes

“(Y/S/N), what are you doing?” Tony asked.

“You can’t hurt her, you’ll start a war behind the league and the avengers and believe me that is the last thing y’all need,” You explained.

“A war?” Steve asked.

“The league is a very power power group,” you turned from your friend toward Talia, “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Can’t I visit my son’s boyfriend?” She asked.

You cocked your eyebrow at her, “Huh?”

Talia just rolled her eyes, “Jason, my son?”

You couldn’t help but be more confused, “Since when is Jason your son?” You asked.

“Since a couple months ago,” she replied.

“Talia, Jason died. He’s been died for years,” you replied.

Talia just smiled at you, “Oh (M/N), he’s alive,” you froze, “And you know it. You’ve been having dreams of him and the Lazarus Pit,”

You shook your head, “No.” You simply said, “Jason died years ago, The Lazarus pit was destroyed years before that by the Justice League,” You exclaimed.

“Yes, but I rebuilt it. I need someone to take of Damien,” She replied.

“So you brought my boyfriend back to life?!” You screamed.

Talia frowned at you, “I thought you would be happy,”

“Oh i’m thrilled!” You stomped your foot, “So fucking thrilled, do you know how dangerous that is? Talia, sure he can protect Damian but he is gonna have urges cause by Lazarus. He’s gonna be so unbelievably anger at Bruce, the Joker, Dick! Everyone!” You exclaimed. Then you remembered, Damian was in Gotham, “Is he..,” You didn’t finish the sentence, you didn’t have too.

“He is,”

“Talia,“ you whispered.

“I didn’t know,” she replied, “You need to stop before he does,” she told you.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Your connected to him. You can stop him, you can help him,” Talia replied. One of the assassins whispered something to her and she frowned, “I have to go but you need to stop him.”

Before you could speak they were gone you just stared at where they once were. “(M/N)?” Tony asked.

You turned around and noticed Nat and Peter had now joined the other avengers, “I have to go home, I have to go back to Gotham,” you replied.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/Next

#jason todd x male reader #peter parker #the avengers #talia al ghul #connor kent #jon kent #league of assassins #Clark kent x Son!reader #Louis Lane x Son!reader #Connor kent x Brother!reader #Jon Kent x Brother!Reader #dc x male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader

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#fox writes imagines #marvel #yelena belova #assassin!reader #yelena belova x reader #marvel imagine #yelena belova imagine #black widow imagine #black widow #yelena belova x reader imagine

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milli-moi · 3 months

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Me: * sees the internet has blessed us with new Winterwidow fanfic*

Also me: *reads tags*- ‘reader/bucky Barnes’

#black widow #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #marvel #buckynat #winterwidow #bucky barnes #mcu #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfic #x reader #reader insert #I want my Winterwidow #ok yes I do mostly mean smut #but why??#i don’t like it #i don’t wike it #assassins in love #I need assassin love

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All is Fair Series Master List

Main Master List

Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please ready at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chaptetr!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Chapters are in chronological order.

All Is Fair-

Under The Gun

In Missions and Motives

In Secrets and Stolen Glances

In False Fronts and High Stakes

In Love and Luck

In Fires and Failure

In Blood and Brothers (Drabble)

In Death and Destruction

In Life and Death

In Blindsides and Broken Hearts

In Consequences and Cavalier

In Trials and Tribulations

In Faith and Falsehoods

In Vendettas and Verity

In History and Heartbreak

In Chaos and Confessions

In Ascension and Enlightenment

In Mistakes and Misery

In Gambits and Ghosts

In Saviors and Sovereignty

In Woes and Wounds

In Waltzes and Wishes (drabble)

In Decisions and Disgrace (drabble)

In Peace and Parallels

In Meetings and Mediation

In Tenacity and Tension

In Disasters and Deceit

In Sabotage and Sucker Punches (drabble)

In Saints and Sinners

In Dead-ends and Devotion

In Love...

Deuce

And War Epilogue Pt. 1

Chip and a Chair (Epilogue)

Continue the story with Bucky's series - Blood in the Water

Extras

The Guide to the Aces

The Ace of Spades (mood board)

Wraith (mood board)

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In Her Time of Need ~Elizabeth Keane xFem Reader

Summary— [SPOILERS] After the assassination attempt on Keane’s life is the season 6 finale, Carrie and Elizabeth have to find somewhere to hide out. Reader is off the books and one of Elizabeth’s closest confidants. Basically a little fic about the after effects of the assassination.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: SPOILERS, implied assassination attempt, near death experience, trauma, anxiety, angst, comforting, physical comforting, safe house, happy fluff ending, etc.

Enjoy (;

The rap on the door was succinct and concise.

“Hi I’m Carrie, we haven’t met. I’m sorry, this is such short notice, we didn’t know where else to go—”

In front of you on your doorstep stood blonde, the one who spoke, and behind her cowered what you could make out to be Elizabeth.

“Of course, come in come in.”

You hurried the two women through the threshold of your brownstone, quickly shutting the door behind them. You guided them into your kitchen, swiftly grabbing a couple glasses of water and handing them over to the two ragged women. They accepted the drinks with silent nods and grateful hearts.

“I heard what happened over the television. I immediately called my contacts but no one had heard from you. They thought…” you rambled.

“The hit came from within the company. That’s why. No one knows.” Carrie breathed out, anxiously brushing her hair behind her face.

Elizabeth fidgeted with her glass, her gaze not meeting yours. You pursed your lips and nodded towards the blonde. Your gaze traveled back to the brunette, sympathetic and caring for the woman who seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“I see. Well you’re both welcome to stay here as long as you need. Elizabeth knows this is an unsanctioned, off the books safe house. That’s how I assumed you found me.”

“Completely off the books…?”

You pursed your lips once more and nodded. Carrie sighed in relief and nodded eagerly back.

“Good good.”

Silence took the room. It gave you the chance to finally hear Elizabeth’s shallow and erratic breathing. Her lip was trembling and you could tell she was as struggling to stay standing. It broke your heart. You rounded the kitchen island over to the brunette, placing a light hand on the back of her right shoulder.

“Hey.”

Elizabeth jolted upright a little at the touch. But she quickly leaned closer to your warmth, spooning your figure with her back frame.

“Hi” she choked out, as she fought back tears.

You sighed. Carrie shuffled her feet, feeling a little out of place in the now very domestic feeling kitchen. You took note of her discomfort, turning your gaze up and to the blonde.

“Up the stairs, first door to the left is yours. Standard guest bedroom, everything you’ll need is there.”

Carrie nodded swiftly.

“Thank you. Really.” She said before scurrying up the stairs.

Once the two of you were alone, Elizabeth finally let her eyes close even if it was just for a moment. She let out a pain staking, shuttering sigh. You could feel her trembling increasing, so you took her and your glasses and placed them on the counter for better stability.

And just as you came back to her, the woman’s knees buckled. You swiftly pulled Elizabeth into your arms, saving her from slamming into the ground. She would have protested about her being a strong, independent woman and being able to handle herself, but not today. Today she needed you. She needed to be taken care of. And there was nothing wrong with that.

“How about a bath, hmmmm sweetheart?” You hummed softly.

Elizabeth nodded slowly, curling her face into your chest as the tears began to stream down her face. You nodded and carried her upstairs and into the main bathroom. Running the water, you helped strip her of her tattered clothing, putting it aside, and then helping her into the partially filled tub.

The brunette curled into her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, cradling herself in the tub, her head tucked into her knees. Your hand gently caressed her upper back. As you pulled away to give her some space, Elizabeth’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you nearly into the tub with her.

“You want me to join you…?” You gently asked.

Elizabeth finally looked you in the eye for the first time, her eyes glossy and overwhelmed with tears. Her lips trembled even harder as she nodded shakily. She let go of your wrist.

“P-please…”

You immediately nodded, standing up fully and stripping down all of your clothing, throwing them aside to deal with later. You then carefully entered the large bathtub, sitting behind Elizabeth and wrapping your legs around her from either side so that she was in between and could lean back on your chest.

The water was now warm and the tub filled, so you turned the tap off. Elizabeth immediately took the hint and curled up on your chest. Her left cheek rested on your sternum, her hands on the expanse of your left chest. She took another shuttering breath. But this one was a little calmer. Even though you could feel her heart racing on top of you, you also felt her starting to relax a little bit more.

It was silent for a while after that.

“I—I’m sorry…” she stammered in a whisper, finally bringing sound back into the room.

“Hey. No apologies… If you want, we can talk about this in the morning. Tonight, you just rest. Understand?” You cooed gently.

Elizabeth nodded. And before long, you heard the woman dozing off on your chest.

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Elizabeth Keane Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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The Seduction Game Masterlist

Summary: As two deadly assassins, you and Loki are hired to kill each other. However, when you meet, you can’t resist using your seductive tactics on each other, leading to a dangerous game of desire and deception.

Pairing: Assassin!Loki x Assassin!Reader

Warning(s): mild violence, sexual tension, language

Based on this prompt: Characters A and B are both assassins and are hired to kill each other, they both use seduction as their main tactic

Chapter 1 | A Game of Seduction

Chapter 2 | coming soon

A/N updates for this will be sporadic; chapters will come out whenever they come out ❤️

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portalsofatheria · 1 year

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~Stones and Glass Houses~ Marvel x DC fanfic (Damian Wayne x Stark!Reader)

~Book 1~

Brooklyn Stark, was born in the Red Room and trained to be the perfect Black Widow until she escaped at the age of 7. Now at the age of 16, she is the only biological daughter of Tony Stark, a Shield agent, and an Avenger in training. She has opened up her heart to a new family made up of superheroes and new friends that she never expected to have. The one thing Brook’s life lacks is love, which in Brook’s case is a blessing. Romantic love is for fools, and she has enough on her plate trying to traverse this new life without it. Damian Wayne, now 16, is the only biological son of Bruce Wayne, the feared Batman. He is an ex-assassin and the heir to not only the Wayne fortune, but also the League of Assassins.

Damian has turned his back on the League and all it stands for, fully embracing what it means to be a superhero and wearing the Robin insignia. He has a loving family that tends to smother him, few friends, and animals that he cherishes. Despite his outward uncaring aloofness, Damian is content with his life and his future. He doesn’t need romantic attachments like the majority of his siblings, and unfortunately, his father have succumbed to.

Hero and vigilante masks aside, the Waynes and Starks are known for their epic rivalry and hatred of each other that has only gotten worse from generation to generation, so it is no surprise that it is hate at first sight between Brook and Damian when they finally meet.

However, the two teens keep finding themselves thrown together as they, along with every other superhero in the world, try to keep the streets safe from new dangerous alien weapons and crazed supervillains. The two heroes discover that they have a lot more in common than they first thought, but is this newfound bond worth their parents' wrath? Can hate really turn to love?

AO3 link here.

Released Chapter Count: 98 (09/07/2023)

Word count: 774,792

Status: COMPLETE (undergoing revisions)

~BOOK 2~

AO3 link is here

Released Chapter count: 51 (09/07/2023)

Word Count: 444,052

Status: Ongoing

(Please don’t plagiarize my work)

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marvelflame2010 · 2 months

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Y/n: This fly has decided to fly too close to me and therefore shall be sentenced to death!

Bucky: *handing Y/n a fly swatter and sighing* Doll, can't you say 'I'm gonna kill this fly that's bugging me' normally?

Y/n: *mid fly murder* THIS FLY HATH CHOSEN DEATH!

Bucky: Ok, my love

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MASTERLIST

key: 🧁 = smut, 🍦= fluff, 🎀 = angst, 🐚 = songfic, 🫧 = rambles, 🛼 = requests

THE LAST OF US

ellie williams

pillow talk 🧁🍦: “falling asleep in the same bed w ur best friend ellie is never a problem… until it is.”

LOVERS ROCK 🧁🐚: “u and ellie have been teetering on the edge of friends and lovers for awhile now and finally u decide to make the first move.”

STONER!ellie 🫧

headcanons 🧁

abby anderson

headcanons 🧁

i got u 🧁🛼: “u and abby finally have the morning and abby finds more than enough ways for u guys to make up ur missed time together.”

fall into u 🍦🎀🐚: “after sharing a near death experience with u, abby finds herself feeling like she’s almost lost everything she loves once again. u help her see that ur still right by her side.” (soon to be posted ♡)

ARCANE

sevika

cloud nine 🧁: “it’s simple, sevika loves fucking u with her favorite purple strap.” (in progress ♡)

love is a (winning) losing game 🐚: “when the usual bands main vocalist doesn’t show for tonight’s performance at the last drop, u decide take the chance to save the performance while also managing to catch a certain someone’s eye.”

grayson

to be continued…

ASSASSIN’S CREED

eivor “wolfkissed” varinsdottir

to be continued…

kassandra (the eagle bearer)

to be continued…

MARVEL

carol danvers

to be continued…

yelena belova

to be continued…

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

anna the huntress

to be continued…

#♡ navigation #masterlist #the last of us #arcane #assassin's creed valhalla #assassin's creed odyssey #marvel #dead by deadlight #ellie x reader #abby x reader #sevika x reader #grayson arcane x reader #f!eivor x reader #carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #the huntress x reader

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Tony: PETER

Peter: First name, could be fine

Tony: BENJAMIN

Y/n reading her book: Middle name, not looking so good!

Tony: PARKER!!

Shuri: You are in trouble

T’Challa: You too Princess Shuri of Wakanda!!!

Bucky walking with Natasha: What happened?

Y/n: Hi mom, hi dad. Shuri and Peter messed with Tony and T’Challa’s suits.

Natasha: Again?

#incorrect winterwidow #winter soldier x teen reader #bucky x teenager hydra assassin #bucky barnes incorrect quotes #bucky barnes #incorrect bucky barnes #bucky x teen!reader #bucky x daughter!reader #incorrect natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #black widow #tony stark incorrect quotes #t’challa #incorrect black panther quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel cinematic universe #avengers incorrect quotes

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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main masterlist V

Critical Role - multi-party kiss writing prompts // Bells and CK kiss + confession // multiparty mistletoe kisses // the parties being sick //

Vox Machina - revealing vampire fangs to them // rejecting their love //kitty cat antics // gift as a love language // Percy’s twin likes Vax // Vax + pastel pink lover // Vax’s “flirty” s/o // Percy + Vax forget s/o birthday // calm significant turned protective // Vax and easily sleepy s/o // y/n + Percy and Vax headcanons // Vox Machina baby holiday // Percy fluff + letter // Assassin!reader + leap of faith // dressing up for fancy event // Percy + getting turned into a statue // TINY ONE sees Orthax // Reader who is a WolfWalker // Percy + reader wholesomeness // Percy w/ modern!reader // Party with a werewolf!reader // whispering confession to them // the party + Cass & Archie w/ s/o and kid // VALENTINES HEADCANONS 💕// silver or gold? - Percy falls for a gunslinger // soulmate mark + Vax & Percy // expressing love // Scanlan being sweet fic + fluff headcanons // Percy and Vex + Black Canary!reader // “You” + crush romance reveal //

Side characters - Kashaw headcanons //

Mighty Nein - Caleb + s/o similar background // teen + found family // Polycule with Fjord //

Bell’s Hells / Crown Keepers - dariax & Ashton + accidental kiss // there was one bed // losing your memory + Vox Machina //

Castlevania - characters + dhamphir // helping s/o with anxiety // Trio with s/o singing // Trio + forgemasters w/ Little One // the men with a Bayonetta!reader // characters + modern!reader with a pool // CV crew + barbarian!reader //

Dracula - NSFW and SFW yandere // cuddling headcanons // kissing Dracula // jealous Dracula //

Alucard - Alucard ANGST // whisper love confession + other CV guys //

Hector - THING companion //

Styria Council - morana & striga + werewolf!reader //

A Christmas Carol (2022) - MY LADY, THE ARTIST

Assassin’s Creed - Arno’s twin with two suitors // Haytham + Shay’s sister!reader // part 2 // PART 3 // Vampire Haytham fic + headcanons //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon - phantom of the opera Aemond // love languages + MCU Namor // Aemond drabble // creature of darkness

Arcane Series (TV) - Ekko w/ painter!reader

The Dragon Prince - Soren falls for a moonshadow // reader is a WolfWalker

Star Wars - kissing as a distraction

✨GENSHIN IMPACT ✨ - Diluc 🍺 + s/o // part 2 - crying because they’re not “single” //

Monster romance(s) - satyr romance

Dragon Age - everyone likes Carver’s ex // fenris and Anders liking you //

Dragon Age Inquisition - mage reader in disguise // crew + an Umbra witch // inquisitor has a twin // Solas s/o + reincarnation //

Dragon Age Origins - Morrigan’s sister + everyone //

Pirates of the Caribbean - the captain and the witch //

Blood of Zeus - meeting Hermes // Olympus + hero!reader //

Marvel - Namor - mutant!reader who joins with Namor // kissing headcanons // dating (sort of) + jealous headcanons // cuddling headcanons // knowing me, knowing you //pregnancy headcanons // ALPHABET SMUT + FLUFF // not strong enough // SUN AND MOON - 5 times to kiss you // Namor smut - Worship // inbox request FIC // Namor + Wakanda youngest sibling // PART 2 - NAMOR + Wakanda sibling // WEDDING AND MARRIAGE HEADCANONS // Namor + reader with battle scars //

Tolkien/LoTR/The Hobbit - Bilbo’s daughter + the party //

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