Why Didn't Steve Do This Smh

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at first, you loved the words on your body that connected you to your soulmate, your one and only. but the older you got, the more annoying and mocking they became. what weirdo sings rhianna when they first meet their soulmate, anyway?

steve rogers x fem!reader

soulmate au!

word count: 1.7k, she’s a baby :,)

warnings: none besides the fact that this was written in an hour and a half, flufff!

By the time you were old enough to read, the song wasn’t out yet. At the time, you had no idea it was a song, of course, and the words were still cute. It sounded like you had a sweet soulmate. You thought of your soulmate coming to you in a million different ways in your imaginative little brain every single time it rained.

But when you were eight years old, the song came out. And then, you were teased for your words relentlessly. They started to hum the song when you walked by. Someone drew you a picture of a raindrop. One kid was even bold enough to laugh right in your face and tell you that Rihanna herself was your soulmate.

And every morning, you would turn on your side, lift your arm up, and look at the words inscribed in semi-neat cursive, your soulmate’s writing.

You can stand under my umbrella

Who even said that? It was so… cheesy. As the years went by, you doubted that it was rain at all that made the words come out of your soulmate’s mouth. By the time you were in high school, you were certain that it was a pick up line. You no longer longingly stared at every rain shower that happened.

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two weeks.

it's been two weeks since kento has been inside of you. He's gone months, hell even years without sex before he met you and he was fine. he didn't even wish for it like most of his bachelor counterparts did.

but now that he's had a taste of you? two weeks may as well be a death sentence. which is ironic, giving the nature of this sex ban. everything you do is inviting: maybe it's just his underworked sex drive or maybe he's reverted back to his teenage years because he sure does feel like an impatient, entitled brat whenever you walk past him.

he can smell you. not the smell of your perfume you spritz on each morning. not the product in you hair. not the moisturiser you use. but you, the scent of your self, your body, the skin he's so often inhaled as he bit down between your thighs or up the column of your neck. he can smell the memories of sex, sweaty and tangled in pheromones and all things primal.

he can hear you. not your words or laughter or the way you hum absentmindedly when you're pottering around the house. he can hear that sharp little intake of breath when you accidentally, or not-so-accidentally, brush against him. he can hear that whining tinge to your voice when you tell him you won't sleep with him, that you're punishing him, as if its moreso a punishment for you than him. he can remember the way you'd moan for him, desperate and glassy eyed and oh so perfect for him as he ruins you from the inside out.

he can't take it anymore.

"two weeks is more than enough time for me to think about my actions," he tells you over dinner one night, eyes cast downwards at his plate. "...and to come up with a suitable apology."

you place your chopsticks down at his last words and look up at your husband. "oh? let's hear it then."

over the frames of his glasses, kento's eyes meet yours. "i apologise for worrying you and risking my life for my work."

you tap your fingers against the table. "and will you continue to do it?"

"yes," he admits. "it's my job, one that i do well. if i die doing it, i hope it's in place of someone who didn't sign up for it, like you."

kento reaches over the table and takes your hand. "i can't just stop being a sorcerer. that would be too selfish of me. but i do promise that i will make more of an effort to reduce my chances of getting hurt from now on: no more unnecessary risks. okay?"

though that was all you needed to hear from him, you start to wonder if lifting the sex ban was a good idea when your pent-up husband is swiping plates from the dinner table to make room for you to lay back on it. claiming he can't wait the few extra second to carry you to the bedroom, he has you stripped and laid bare on the dining room table in no time, and he's ready for his meal.

"missed her," he mumbles as he parts your legs with a strong hand and bends down to kiss once at your clit. that's about and gentlemanly as it gets, though, because soon after he's making out with your pussy like he's a virgin. no technique, no precision, nothing but unfiltered need and its so much hotter than you'd imagine it to be.

eyes locking onto yours from between your thighs, he adds two fingers and works you open. two weeks was a long time for the both of you, so he'll need to get you used to the stretch of him again. he scissors his fingers inside of you, curls them upwards to hit your g-spot and smirks like a saint when your back arches off the table in response.

"missed you ken," you ramble on as your climax nears. "missed you so much. hated doing this. love you. loveyouloveyou god i love you."

you cum hard, harder than you've cum in a long time and kento laps it up like he's never tasted anything so good. he savours your taste on his tongue like he would an aged wine, something expensive and delicious and worth keeping bottled. though he's harder than diamond and worried he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't sink inside of you soon. so he stands and undoes his belt in record time (with those lovely hands of his) and repositions you at the end of the table with his leaky cock already pressing against your wet entrance.

he leans over you and shares a kiss with you as he pushes in. he inhales the gasp you let out at the stretch and moans into your mouth as a gift in return. he pulls out almost entirely, so it's just his head nestled in your tight pussy, and then slams in again. hard.

"god kento—" you start, about to chide him for being so rough with you when you notice his face dip into your neck and the sudden warmth filling you from the inside. kento's hips stutter and he bites at the skin of your shoulder to muffle the heavy moans that ache to free themselves from his chest.

"did you just—"

"don't," he cuts you off, cock twitching inside of you with his release. he's plugging you up, keeping you full of him and his cum. "give me a minute and i'll fuck you so stupid that you forget that just happened."

"you just—"

"don't laugh."

"im not laughing! it's just, you know like our first time..."

"shut up." kento's hips pull away and then slam back into yours as he starts a brutal pace with you.

that shuts you up good.

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Madness, Thy name is Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky put on a show for the team.

Words: 685

Warnings: public sex, language, smut

A/N: Smol drabblee

MASTERLIST

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“What the fuck?”

You heard Tony’s voice ringing, but you were too caught up getting railed by Bucky to give a flying fuck. Your boyfriend didn’t care either and kept thrusting, the slapping sound of your bodies echoing in the kitchen.

“Guys, we eat here!” Sam moaned out.

“Oh yes, we do. I ate her out before putting my dick in her” Bucky said over his shoulder and you grabbed his face to give him a dirty kiss. Here you were in the Avenger’s kitchen getting the shit fucked out of you in full view of your teammates. Well, they probably couldn’t see much of you as it was blocked by Bucky’s body over you, but they sure could see your legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging in, urging him to go faster.

The team had walked in on a beautiful display of you against the kitchen counter, moaning and sweaty limbs sliding on the marble. Steve had taken one look, gave a loud groan and walked straight out, too tired for your shit. Nat and Clint had actually laughed and looked ready to take a seat and watch before Bruce grabbed them by their necks and tugged them out. It only left Sam who was torn between fascination and disgust and Tony, who was struck with his thousands of dollars’ worth of kitchen top getting defiled by your bodily fluids.

“What the fuck, Barnes! And Y/n?” Tony shouted, while Bucky and you kept going at each other absolutely shamelessly. Your grandma could have walked in and you wouldn’t care as long as Buck kept scratching the itch inside you just like that.

“Why?” Sam was crying and pacing.

“You’re paying for the sanitization! The mess you’ve made!” Tony said, losing his shit.

“Don’t worry Stark, we won’t make too much mess. I’m gonna cum inside her, ain’t that right darling?” Bucky said and you nodded, clenching hard. Getting caught was your kink and your voice started reaching new levels of high with each passing second. Soon enough you clamped hard on Bucky’s cock, your heat washing over him with a scream and triggering his own release. You both stilled, him still deep in you and both wearing satisfied smiles on your face.

“Oh god, what did I just see?” Sam was still pacing, and you chuckled.

“You fucking hypocrite, Wilson, we’ve seen your round browns humping in the open enough times!” You said and Bucky grinned, pulling out of you slowly and reaching for his t-shirt to pull over you. He pulled on his boxers and you both finally turned to see your audience.

It had started with Bucky charging into your room today with vengeance on his face and unbuttoning his pants.

“Take off your clothes, we’re fucking in the kitchen today.” He had said.

Now that you had fucked in the kitchen, Bucky gave Tony a smug smile and pulled you into his side.

“What was that you’d said about me not having an interesting sex life, Stark?” He taunted and Tony’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why you gave us a show? Because I made a comment?” Tony asked, aghast.

“Oh no pal this was the trailer. You’d get to see the show for the whole week. Me and my girl are gonna christen every room in the compound, in your plain sight. By the time this week is over, you’ll regret saying my sex life is boring.”

Bucky strutted out of the kitchen in his boxers, smacking a hysterical Sam on his head before leaving. You stayed back to collect the rest of your clothes and gave Tony a sheepish smile.

“Please tell me he was kidding.” Tony said to you.

“Sorry Tones, but if my man wants to dick me, I’m gonna let him dick me.” You said and winked making him cover his face.

As you were walking away you heard Tony fiddling in the kitchen cabinets and Sam asked, “What are you looking for man?”

“Bleach, to wipe my memories. And my scotch. I’m gonna need a whole lot of that to get through this week.

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This is too realistic, I love it

i'm right here | "pietro" maximoff x reader

summary: peter pietro doesn't know what he'd do if he didn't have you

warnings: mentions of derealization

a/n: it's almost 5am but i wanted to get this up before the next wandavision ep so here you go :) hope you guys enjoy, thank you for reading and stay safe <3

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Everyone in Westview understood they were being controlled. No one openly talked about it, of course, but you heard the comments the residents would make every once in a while, short remarks about Wanda being thrown around but brushed away with a chuckle just seconds after. People knew that reality wasn't... well, real.

But with Pietro it seemed different. He was still being controlled, you were sure of it, you just weren't sure Wanda was the one to blame. In all of his interactions with his twin, Pietro would always seem to know more than the rest of the Westview residents were supposed to know, even going as far as to leaving Wanda in shock after some particularly bold comments. But that wasn't how Pietro acted when it was just the two of you. It was almost as if whatever was controlling him only needed to do so around Wanda.

You started noticing the way he'd act differently whenever she was around; the way his grip on your hand would tighten when she approached you two or how he'd become extra cocky and sarcastic the moment the door to his twin's house opened before him, a slight change you wouldn't have noticed if you didn't know him so well. It seemed like, whenever Wanda was near, the boy by your side stopped being your Pietro and became a character instead.

You sit at the edge of your bed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he changes into a set of sweatpants you'd borrowed from him. This was the eleventh night since he'd come back to town where he'd asked you to sleep at your house instead of at his sister's.

"Hey, you alright there sweetheart?" The boy's voice fills the room, snapping you from your thoughts in the process.

"Yeah, yeah i was just... Pietro why do you always ask to sleep over?" You ask quietly, moving your eyes to where your hands sit on your lap in an attempt to avoid his worried glance.

"I-i'm sorry i didn't mean to pressure you i can go back to Wanda's if you'd like." He didn't know you didn't want him there, he thought to himself, otherwise he would've never asked in the first place.

"Oh no, Pietro." You mumble under your breath, getting up from the bed and moving to where the boy is nervously fidgeting with his fingers, head hung low.

"Hey, i love spending the night with you okay?" One of your hands moves to lift his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "I just-i see how you act differently around Wanda. Whenever she's near it's like something else comes over you and i know you feel it too. I can see it in your eyes, love." Your voice is so soft, so gentle, and yeah he doesn't remember anything before Westview but he knows nothing he could've ever done would make him deserving of having someone like you by his side. "Talk to me, Pietro."

"It gets worse. Whatever is going on in this town... in my head... it gets so much worse whenever she's around and it feels like i'm losing my mind." Glossy eyes stared into your own searching for any sign of understanding. A sign that you believed him and that you didn't think he was absolutely mad for what he'd just said.

"Life doesn't really feel real right now, does it baby?" You bring your hand up to his cheek, caressing the soft skin before bringing his forehead to rest against your own. Pietro sighs in relief, as if the simple gesture had been enough to soothe his pain, and the poor speedster can't help the single tear that manages to escape his watery eyes.

"You're the only thing keeping me sane." He mumbles under his breath and you heart breaks as the words leave his mouth because how could the boy you loved, sweeter than anyone you could ever remember knowing, ever deserve to be in this much pain. "I'm right here." You tell him. "I'm not going anywhere." And then you place your lips on his and the way he melts into your touch makes you want to cry.

He's the first one to pull away but just enough to look you in the eyes, asking a question he already knows the answer to. "Can you just hold me? Please?"

And with his head laying on your chest Pietro keeps his focus on your steady heartbeat, a reminder of the one thing in the godforsaken town that he knew to be real. You. And for you Pietro somehow finds it in himself to have faith that things will be okay, that he'll find a way to get you both out of Westview. A way to get you two home.

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They’re Shibuya ready 🤧

I need a man like toji

Please Please 🙏🏾 Write something with Toji and female reader who does that tiktok trend when she’s about to change her clothings but asks her BF (Toji) to step out or look away btw this would not be in early relationship I’d say they been together for a long time 🥹🩷🩷

Hehe, this is silly. I love this! ☺️ Thank you for the idea <3

Suggestive

"This dress or this dress," you say, pushing both options into Toji's face. You laugh when he swats at them.

"Well, if I could see them properly, I might be able to help you," he grumbles.

"So sassy," you say under your breath, rolling your eyes as you pull them back for him to see them more clearly.

"What's that?" He asks, looking over the dresses, at you as he waits for you to repeat yourself.

"I said, this dress or this dress," you repeat, louder, purposely ignoring what he actually wanted to hear.

He scoffs. "So sassy." He looks both dresses up and down and immediately makes his choice. He likes feeling up on your body through silk, so there goes his vote. "That one," he says, pointing at the dark blue, smooth dress.

"Okay," you say, sitting down on the edge of the bed, back turned towards him as you begin to lift your shirt. You can feel Toji's eyes burning a hole into your back, causing you to turn your head to the side to look at him. "Can you... Do you mind?"

"Do I mind what?" He asks, sitting up on the bed so he can watch you closely.

"Can you go outside while I change? Just really quick. It'll be like two minutes," you elaborate.

"Why would I do that?" He asks, almost baffled by this sudden change in you. You've been together for a long time and have gotten so comfortable around each other that the bathroom door isn't locked when either of you showers. He's gone in to piss while you're showering and vice-versa. You even hold conversations during those times, but all of a sudden you don't want him to look at you while you change?

"Can you at least turn around? You don't have to leave, but can you face the wall or something?" You request, pulling your shirt back down to really sell your bit.

"What's up, ma?" He asks, now truly concerned for what's going on in your head for you to suddenly act this way.

"Nothing. Just want a little privacy is all. I'm about to take off my shirt and my shorts. I'm gonna be in just my bra and underwear for a few seconds."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't get why you're trynna hide from me. I've literally seen you naked, countless times. I've touched every part of you. I've been inside you."

"I don't know. I guess I just want a couple minutes to myself. Like I said, it'll be two minutes, then you can look at me."

It's weird. You're acting weird. This has never been an issue. Normally, you want him to watch you. You get a kick out of knowing that he can't keep his hands off of you, even during the brief period where you're indecent while you're changing. Did something happen? Did someone say something to you? He'll kill them.

He'll comply with your wishes, this time, but this little mystery of yours will be cracked by the end of the day.

He drags himself towards you and wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You okay?" He asks, watching you closely.

"Yeah, i'm okay," you respond, smiling at him.

"Okay," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll be in the living room. Call me back in so I can help you tie your dress." You nod and he releases you before he climbs off the bed. You quickly pull off your shirt and kick off your shorts and when he's at the door, you call for him.

"Wait, Toji!"

He turns around and catches your semi-nude body. "Shit, sorry, doll," he says, turning to face the door.

"Toji, look," you say, your voice going sultry.

"You told me not to. So, can I look at you or not?" He asks, still facing the door.

"Just look, Toji. I'm waiting for you to look, already, so I can get dressed."

He turns around, and immediately takes in the sight of your boobs. "Damn-"

"Why are you looking?!" You ask, stifling your laughter when his shoulders jump.

"Fucking hell," he says, grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door shut on his way out. The second he's gone, you're laughing so hard that you wheeze, but you chase after him. You see him on the couch, the most subtle pout on his face.

"Toji~" you call.

"Nah, I don't wanna get yelled at again."

You giggle as you approach him on the couch, plopping yourself onto his lap and smiling innocently at him. "Look," you chirp, taking a deep breath, puffing out your chest before letting the breath out, to lure his attention to the area.

You certainly managed to grab his attention with the gesture. He sighs, choosing to let your silly act slide, but only because you came with a peace offering.

"Fine," he grumbles. He encircles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, before he buries his face right into your chest.

I have read this SO MANY TIMES because I can't get the imagine out if my head the Pietro likes to flirt and being the little shit that he is, he'd definitely pull this kind of stunt

Take a Seat - Pietro Maximoff Drabble

Request: (by anon) pietro x reader + “Sit in my lap”

Words: 869

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this! :P I’m sorry if this is weird or cringe-worthy! How do you do the whole sexy thing? 

You had just won a tedious battle with your team, the Avengers. The battle waged for hours and caused extensive damage to the surrounding areas. Your bones ached, your muscles were sore, and you were covered in cuts and bruises. It was definitely a battle for the history books.

After such a battle, the team was starving and therefore thrilled when they came across a small diner that was still functional. Somehow Tony had convinced the owners to stay open and provide you all with some meals.

Everyone slumped into the diner and pushed a couple of unbroken tables together before plopping down into their chairs for a much-needed rest. You looked around at all the shattered glass and debris, trying to find an extra chair. Somehow, every chair that wasn’t already in use was smashed to bits. Just your luck!

You sighed heavily, not wanting to be on your feet a second longer. Despite that, you just leaned against the dusty counter, trying to shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“[Y/N], why don’t you sit down and join us?” Steve asked, slightly confused.

Your response was to pick up a busted bar stool to present as evidence.

“Oh.” Steve nodded. “Well here, take my seat.”

“No, you sit. You’re in worse shape than I am.” You dismissed him.

“Please, I insist.” You shook your head.

“Sit in my lap.” Pietro suggested, drawing all eyes towards him.

“That’s a little bold, don’t you think?” You raised an eyebrow.

Pietro had a habit of flirting with you, which usually you didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something you were up to dealing with while you were this dog-tired.

“No funny business, I promise. Just a friend helping a friend out.” He assured you.

“No ulterior motive?” You seemed suspicious.

“Cross my heart.” He drew an ‘x’ over his heart.

You reluctantly hobbled over to where he sat and carefully sat down on his lap, wincing as your body wanted to give out.

“There. Now was that so bad?” He smirked causing you to roll your eyes.

One of the owners came by and took your orders, while the other one double checked that the kitchen was still up to code. Miraculously, it seemed as if the kitchen was the only part in the whole place that was untouched by the battle.

You all silently rested as you waited for your food. After eating for a little while, you all started to regain some energy, lightening the mood a bit. You all began to talk about the battle. The good, the bad, what you could’ve done differently. Somehow you ended up geeking out over each other. 'Did you see Wanda do this’ or 'how about when Thor did that?’ The more you spoke, the more lively you all became.

Pietro excitedly recounted how he took out thirty enemies in ten seconds, his new record. One thing to know about the Sokovian was that when he got excited, he spoke with his hands. As he spoke, you could feel his arms flailing behind your back, which made you snicker. When he finished his story, he absentmindedly rested his hand on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to increase slightly.

You tried to ignore it, but his touch was ever-present. Because of his super speed, he constantly radiated heat, which lead him to unintentionally ease your pain and relax your muscles. But it wasn’t just the temporary relief he caused that gave you comfort, it was just being in close proximity to him. You liked him and you often flirted back with him, but you were teammates so you never let yourself give in to him. Teammates shouldn’t date, it would be a bad idea. Wouldn’t it?

You slowly moved your opposite hand over to where his sat. He began to apologize before stopping once he realized that you weren’t pushing it away, but were instead holding it. Taking that as a hint that you were in a flirty mood now, he took and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt a hitch in your breath, which Piet must’ve noticed because the moment that nobody was looking he began peppering your shoulder and neck with sweet, soft kisses.

When the others looked in your direction next, they pretended not to notice as a blush crept up your neck.

“You know what,” you sighed, “I’m not really feeling well. So, I’m gonna go rest in the Quinjet while you guys finish eating.”

You weren’t fooling anyone, but nobody cared enough to call your bluff. So, you slowly got to your feet and slightly limped to the door.

“Now that you mention it, you don’t look like you’re in very good shape,” Pietro added, “let me help you.”

You nodded and in a flash, he was over to you and was carrying you bridal style before racing off.

“You think that’s just a friend helping another friend out?” Natasha smirked.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve said to a cursing Tony.