Thanks For The Recommendation @lilacprincessofrecovery. I Always Love To Explore The Fluffier Sides Of

Thanks for the recommendation @lilacprincessofrecovery. I always love to explore the fluffier sides of Tony.

Thinking of making this a series. Please let me know what you all think.

*Tony and Y/n have been together for a few months*

Y/n walked into her bedroom in a trance, exhausted from long hours in her kitchen perfecting her Easter treats. The largest order she’s ever made, of course supplying for your boyfriend’s holiday charity gala would require an outrageous amount of sweets. This was her moment to shine and grab the attention of the big wigs of NYC to boost her business.

After hours of decorating cookies and molding chocolates, Y/n was covered in sugary goop. Her hair had pastel shades of the rainbow mixed in from icing and edible luster dust. Stripping out of her sugar coated clothes she looked in the mirror, noticed the messy knots in her hair and the chocolate that got into places it shouldn’t be. She was a mess.

On days like today, when she’s tired, stressed, and completely overworking herself, she has a bad tendency to harshly criticize herself. Having sampled the sweets non-stop for the last week she looked hard for any new fat rolls or stretch marks. Her hands run over her curves in a very judgmental way, inspecting for the smallest increase in weight. She’d pick at her face, the dark circles prominent from lack of sleep. She’d pick herself apart and ask how she could fool herself into thinking that she could be worthy of anyones love, let alone her perfect boyfriend.

The Tony Stark. The billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself settled down in a committed relationship, and with you a 26 year old baker who wears a size 22. He had models that threw up more than they ate and looked like the wind could blow them away. But he always made sure you felt like the most precious woman in the world. On good days when you were your confident self he’d take you out, he couldn’t take his hands off you. Arms around your belly when talking to someone else, and rubbing your arm or resting on your thigh while driving. And the looks he’d give you from across the room while he was supposed to be talking with business associates, like he was a kid looking at a lifetime supply of his favorite candy, and he had just won it.

But what made her love him even more was how he treated her on her bad days. On days like today, when she let the voice in her head tell her she was worthless and unlovable, Tony made it a point to prove her wrong. He’d order in her favorite food, fuck the calorie counts and portions controls, his girl wanted comfort food and she was gonna get all of it. He’d order her dinner and pour her a drink, letting her fill her stomach before he drew her a bath and lets her soak her cares away. He’d set up her favorite playlist and set a new book out for her to read while she soaks and refills her glass to the top. On really bad days he’d even join you, he’d sit behind you in the water and just hold you while you cried, kisses to you neck and shoulders and whispers of loving words reminding you that you were perfect to him.

Once her muscles and her mind were relaxed he’d scratch and rub her back and then cuddle her until she fell asleep, whispering more loving words into her ear, while caressing every bit of fat on her body, until he fell asleep himself.

“Cupcake?” Tony looked at her reflection in the mirror from the doorway of her bedroom. She was so in her own self deprecating world that she didn’t even hear him come home. “Is it a cuddle night baby?”

She just nodded holding back tears of shame. He stepped towards her, cupping her round cheeks in his large warm hands. He smiled at her with love in his eyes.

“Ok baby, let me run the bath.” He was determined to remind her again and again just how perfect she was, and he always would.

God she loved him.

I have so many in my head and my ADHD makes it so hard! 😭

Hey did you ever finish writing-

Summertime and Sundresses

Summary: it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind.

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, afab reader, dom/sub elements, choking, slight voyeurism, Peter being a horny mess. I’ve never written smut before so uh yeah.

@agnesamarantheastwood @decadentpaperduck @phoebe-danvers @vigilvntes if I forgot anyone I am so sorry

“Babe, come on! We’re going to be late!”

You had to laugh. A few months ago, getting Peter to come to the farmers market with you was like pulling teeth. Now it was his favorite part of his and your Saturday plans.

Saturdays were devoted to the two of you. No work, no Spider-manning (as you liked to say). Just you and Peter. Sometimes you spent the day running errands, sometimes you spent it lazing around the apartment you shared. What you did never mattered, what mattered was that you got to spend time with the most amazing man you knew.

Even if he was being impatient.

It was the dead of summer in New York City. Which mean that by one in the afternoon, it was going to be hotter than Satan’s ass crack. The two of you had several errands to run

You noticed the sundress out of the corner of your eye. You had brought it on a whim, after seeing it in one of those ’25 viral pieces of clothing you have to buy!’ articles on the internet. You knew deep down that those brands had paid the website to be on the list, but damn if that dress didn’t look cute. It was white and had your favorite flowers splashed throughout the dress, with tortoise buttons from top to bottom.

You slipped it on and headed into the living room, ready to start your day with Peter.

“Babe come on, if we don’t leave now, the empanada stand is going to run-“ Peter stopped when you entered the living room.

“-out.”

Holy shit.

He’d never seen you in a sundress. He didn’t know how that was possible, after dating for you several years. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest sights he had ever seen.

If you asked Peter what his favorite part of your body was, he would say all of it, which isn’t a lie. But there were some parts he liked a little more than others. And right now, all those parts were on display. Your shoulders were bare and so was your back, other than those two thin straps that kept your dress up. Those two straps deserved a medal considering your tits looked like they were dying to get out of the dress. The dress came to the middle of your thighs and of course to look down at your thighs, he also had to notice your hips and fuck.

He slowly stood up from the couch, using his long fingers to adjust his pants to help better cover up his growing erection. He felt like a teenager again, crossing his legs and arms to conceal the physical indicator that he was horny for you.

On any other day, Peter had no issue picking you up and having his way with you.

But he also knew how unhappy you would be later if y’all put off buying a new showerhead again. You two also needed to buy groceries because this was the fifth week you and him had ‘decided’ you would stop eating out so much.

Errands first. Then fuck insanely hot girlfriend. That’s what being a responsible adult was, right?

“You okay Tiger?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” if he repeated it enough, maybe he could convince you and himself, “Uh….I’ll be right back. Gotta go check something in the bathroom.”

“Weren’t you just saying that we need to leave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but that was before nature called!” Peter all but ran to the bathroom, hoping the cold water he was about to splash on his face would calm down the tent in his shorts.

Be a responsible adult first, he kept reminding himself. That way he could fuck you for as long as he wanted, without having to go do errands. Just be a responsible adult.

Being a responsible adult sucked. In fact, Peter didn’t even feel like an adult, despite all the errands you and him were doing. He felt more like a teenager, with how everything you did was turning him on.

Every time you turned your bare back to him, it made him imagine your back on the bed or against a wall while he fucked you. Every time you titled your head to look at something, it exposed your neck that was currently unmarked which Peter thought was a real shame, as he could easily fix that. Not to mention how every time you kneeled down to look at the flowers, your dress rose up a bit, which was causing him to think about how badly he wanted to bury his head in between your legs and-

“Peter!” Peter looked up to see you standing there, holding two different bouquets.

“Which one do you think May will like better?” You asked. You brought flowers with you when you first met May and it was now a tradition you insisted on whenever the two of you had dinner at her place. Peter was incredibly thankful that this dinner wasn’t happening until tomorrow night.

“S-She’s…. go-going to love whichever one we bring babe,” He stuttered through. He really felt like a teenager again and not an almost thirty-year old.

You lowered the bouquets, raising an eyebrow, “Are you okay? Is the heat getting to you? You’re sweaty.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m great! Just need…need to go to the bathroom.” Maybe if he splashed his face with water, he could focus. Or maybe the smell from the portables would do it.

“Again? Also the bathrooms are rancid, are you sure you want to go in there?” You asked as you put a bouquet back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’ll be right back y/n.” Normally he’d kiss you on the cheek or forehead but not this time. He was too busy running his shaking fingers through his hair and biting his lip, almost like he was-

Oh.

You had heard the joke. That sundresses to men were what rolled up sleeves were to women. Well, Peter just proved that it wasn’t a joke, it was an actual thing, a thing he was experiencing right now. Your boyfriend was turned on by just what you were wearing. You had done nothing intentional to turn him on.

At least, not yet.

You still had several errands that needed to be done before the two of you could go home. And you were determined to have some fun with this.

Turning Peter on was incredibly easy. Mostly because it was things that shouldn’t turn him on. Running your hand through your hair, stretching your arms, which caused you to stick out your chest. Even just reaching up to hold onto the railing while on the subway got him flustered.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from doing more intentional acts. You may or may not have stuck your ass out more than needed when you had to kneel to check the price of something. You may or may not have also tied your hair back so that your neck and collarbones were always on display. After years of dating, you knew Peter had a thing for marking you.

You couldn’t lie, Peter was simultaneously adorable and hot right now. His stuttering, running his hand through his hair, and hardly being able to make eye contact brought back so many memories of when you first met him. At that time, you were stunned someone so attractive was so nervous talking to you. Even to this day, sometimes you still had a hard time believing it. Believing that someone so amazing, so handsome, so incredible was attracted to you.

But it was times like these where you weren’t just aware of that fact, you were relishing in it.

Which is what gave you the confidence to slip off one of your undergarments while you were in the bathroom. You had suggested that the two of you stop by to grab some coffee and sit down to rest for a bit. You were almost done with your errands, you just had to a few things from your favorite deli.

You may or may not have suggested this specific place because they have long tablecloths that reached the floor.

“You good, bunny?” You couldn’t stop the grin on your face once you heard his nickname for you. Apparently, it had to do with the fact that one of the first things he noticed about you was how your nose would scrunch up when you laughed, like ‘a cute little bunny’.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You said as you sat down, gripping the sides of your dress so your surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

“So…. after this, we just have one more errand to do, right?” He asked before taking a sip of his tea. His hands had stopped shaking but making eye contact with you was still difficult-which alerted you that yes, he was still turned on. You toyed with the table cloth, pulling it so that your lap and legs were covered by it.

“We do! After that we can go home and do….whatever,” or whoever.

You reached your purse and started to fish out your chapstick. You found it-finally-only for the tube to slip out of your fingers and roll under the table.

A total accident.

“Babe,” you looked up through your eyelashes, “Can you get that please? I don’t want to flash the whole place.”

It wasn’t a lie. He just didn’t know yet how much you would have shown the café.

His brown eyes widen before he could mumble a mix of ‘yeahs’ and ‘sures’. He bent down to put his head under the tablecloth. As he did so, you couldn’t help but grin as you spread your legs.

Peter Parker knew he was not subtle when it came to how much he liked you. He nearly ran into a wall when he first met you because he could not stop staring.

You, on the other hand, had gotten much bolder when it came to making it known that you wanted Peter.

As soon as he ducked under the table, the scent hit him. He’d recognized it anywhere, as it was his favorite scent. It was your arousal, but why could he smell it here-

Oh. Fuck.

Well, that would explain it. Your legs were spread wide open and somehow you no longer had on underwear.

Peter had a feeling you knew how much this sundress turned him on. Now he had confirmation that yes, you not only knew but were teasing him about it. His eyes were burning into your exposed core and if you weren’t in a public place, he’d had no issue burying his face in between your thighs.

“You good babe?” You asked innocently from above.

Peter gripped the chapstick, taking one last look before he got out from the table. He placed the chapstick on the table, with a bit more force than usual. There you were, smiling away as if you had no idea what he had just saw when you totally did.

Fuck being a responsible adult, Peter needed to fuck you now.

“Yeah,” He grunted out, “All good. We need to go home. Now.”

You titled your head to the side, feigning confusion, “But we have to-“

“We’re going home now.” His eyes were dark and narrow. It felt like they were burning a hole through you.

“Okay,” You said, smiling before you took another sip of your iced coffee. You considered arguing, prolonging your teasing. But with how he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you right then and there, made your reconsider.

Peter’s arm never left your waist the whole way home. You could feel his long fingers gripping the hem of your dress, most likely to ensure that you didn’t flash anyone. It also had to do with how horny he was right now.

You walked through the door of the apartment you two shared, slower than usual. You knew it wouldn’t be long before Peter had his way with you, so you were determined to enjoy your teasing while it lasted.

“We should put the produce away first. Do you still have the video about installing the shower head-“

A large hand snuck up from the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it, forcing your head to tilt back. You looked up to see Peter there, pupils blown and a hungry look on his face.

“Bedroom. Now.” He grunted. You nodded your head as he walked you to the bedroom, keeping a tight grip on your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as soon as the door opened. You nodded and began to grab the hem of your dress to begin taking it off.

“Keep it on.” Oh. Okay then.

You walked over to bed you shared with him, sitting down. The look on his face was nothing but devious and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

You loved how sweet and gentle Peter was with you. But you also loved when he was desperate and rough.

He leaned over and in that moment, you felt so small. He gripped your shoulders, pushing you back so you were lying down. You then felt his hands move from your shoulders down to the hem of your dress.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your core when he hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing how soaked you were.

“Someone’s been a fucking tease,” he whispered as he traced his fingers along your thighs. He leaned over, his face inches away from yours. You didn’t dare move, not unless he told you to.

“See, my original plan was to just fuck you,” you felt his fingers get closer and closer to your soaked cunt, “But after that little stunt you just pulled?”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “I’m going to wreck you.”

Without warning, his fingers were filling up your cunt, curling just so to hit that sweet spot. You were already an incoherent, rambling mess which should have had you worried considering Peter had just started.

“You like being a fucking tease?” You felt his other hand tighten around your throat. You did your best to nod, which was hard with how relentless his fingers were on your cunt right now.

“C’mom bunny, use your words,” his fingers stilled inside of you, keeping you filled but not giving you what you needed. His grip on your throat loosen, enough to make it easier to talk.

“I-I like being your tease, Peter,” you got out, praying it was what he wanted to hear.

He smirked, “that’s right, you are mine bunny.” God, you hated that nickname when he first started calling you that, and now it was getting you even more wet.

Peter’s hand left your throat and trailed down to meet his other hand. His fingers began moving once again, in and out of you. You then felt another finger drawing circles on your clit.

Your back arched as you moaned obscenities, which was probably going to get you another complaint from the neighbors but at this moment you didn’t care. You were too focused on the knot in your stomach that was building and building

“Peter.”

“Hmmm?” He looked up at you, his hands still working on your pussy. Fuck, why was he so hot?

“I-I’m c-close,” you buried your head into the pillow, bracing yourself for what would happen next. It wasn’t your first time getting punished for teasing Peter.

“Good girl.”

Suddenly, you were empty, his fingers gone. You bit your lip, knowing better than to whine at the loss of contact. Even though your eyes were closed, the sound of the bottle of lube opening told you everything you needed to know.

“Look at me,” you opened your eyes to find Peter hovering over you. He had one hand on his leaking cock, which was lined up at your entrance.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“You Peter, I want you.”

He chuckled, “I’m right here. You gotta be more specific bunny.”

Your whole body felt like it was going into heat. Your mind was racing through a million different thoughts, though they all had to do with just how badly you wanted Peter to fuck you.

“I want….I want your cock inside of me. Please, please, fuck me, please.”

Peter chuckled, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

Before you could say anything, he began pushing inside of you, slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

Your back arched as he fully buried his cock inside of you. Your hands reached from him, grabbing onto whatever part of his body you could get. Peter rested his forehead on yours, wanting to be as close as possible.

“This okay baby?” He whispered, dropping the facade for a moment. No matter how heated things got, the last thing Peter wanted to do was hurt you.

You nodded your head, “please…please move.”

“If you insist,” he began to pull out, almost all the way before he slammed his hips into yours.

“Fuck! Peter!” He felt amazing, you never wanted it to end.

“Fuck bunny, always so tight for me,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His pace was relentless and you loved that all you could do was just lie there and take it.

Peter gripped your thighs as he leaned back, adjusting so he was now on his knees. The change in position allowed him to spread your legs apart even more. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you open on his cock. You were going to feel this for the next few days but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he shoved two fingers in before you could get a word out. You moaned around his digits, sucking on them as best you could.

Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long, he had been horny all day. Which was why he was done with teasing you and now focused on getting you to finish. He was generous like that.

Totally didn’t have anything to do with how your cunt got even tighter whenever you came.

The fingers left your mouth. You then felt them rubbing your clit, eliciting even more obscenities from your mouth.

“You gonna tighten up for me?” You nodded your head. Between the pressure he was placing on your clit and him rutting into you hard, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

That knot building in your stomach finally unraveled, hitting you all at once. Your walls contracted around his cock, as if your pussy was desperately trying to keep it from leaving you. He never stopped his movements, which prolonged your orgasm.

“Peter, please, come inside of me,” you whimpered. All you could focus on was how good it was going to feel when he filled you up.

It didn’t take long. You already felt amazing, but when you came around Peter’s cock, you felt incredible.

Within a few more thrusts, you heard him groan, which was a sign. You moaned at the sensation of him filling you up with his seed. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you.

The two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. You snuck a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp as he placed gentle kisses along your now very marked neck.

“You should wear sundresses more often,” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“Noted,” you laughed, “I’ll order some more.”

“Can…can I help you pick them out?” He asked shyly. It was hard to believe that the guy who just fucked you senselessly was now nervous to ask if he could pick out clothing for you. But that was one of the many things you loved about Peter.

“Of course you can,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Cool,” he paused, “I was looking some up while you were in the bathroom at the cafe.”

You let out a laugh, “if you’re going to fuck me like that, I’ll wear them for the rest of summer.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time y/n.”

Love is blind- Loki

Summary: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO? 

Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size) 

Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.

Chapter 1:

               “Is love blind, can an emotional connection be strong enough to last a lifetime? Over the course of this experiment, we hope to not only find the answer. Over the next 2 weeks the 14 of you in this room will be dating 14 other individuals in another section of the estate but will never see their faces. That is until you find the one you think is your perfect match, get a proposal, AND a yes.” Nick Fury stood imposingly in front of the group of women, while his colleague Maria Hill was giving us a hopeful smile. “Are you ladies ready to meet your potential husbands?” Fury smirked at all of us like a cat does a mouse. And I couldn’t help but question what I had gotten myself into.

                 Six months ago, I lost my dad. He was my best friend and the person I could always rely on. My mom was devastated, he was her other half. I’ve never seen a connection like theirs anywhere else, they understood everything the other needed without question. They moved as one and finished each other’s sentences, they made it look so effortless. I’ve spent my whole life looking for that connection, my equal who will understand me completely.

In today’s world of “dating” apps where love = dick pics and messy one night stands that end in you being ghosted, my view on love isn’t exactly the standard anymore. It doesn’t help either that most of the guys are superficial pigs who neg woman for their skin color, fashion sense and most commonly, their size. As a size 22, I’m not exactly what most go for. I can’t count the number of comments I’ve received over the years on dates. “Don’t worry, you’ll lose the weight”, “You’d be so pretty if you just ate a salad”, “You looked smaller in your pics, stop fishing using angles.”

Fuck them! My diet is balanced, and I do cardio and strength training. I’m just curvy. Not my fault that they can’t handle all I have to give. I love my body, now I just need to meet the man who can handle all of me. And that’s when I got the ad, an email from the ShieldsDown app, the dating app made by Shield Corp. designed for serious relationships only. I had applied and was pending approval, only to get an invitation to participate in their latest experiment. Why not? Let’s just hope I don’t get my heart broken; a gal can only take so much. I smiled at the screen as I press accept.

               Now I’m one in a room of 14 beautiful women, all shapes, sizes, and shades, all awaiting the green light to enter their pods. Some of them seem great, like my roommate Nat, a beautiful red head with a light creamy complexion, she has a slight accent, but I can’t place it. Then there’s Pepper, a gorgeous and very thin woman dressed in designer clothing, such an elegant poise to her. A few others seemed nice enough, a young red head named Wanda, an enchanting woman with mocha skin, a shaved head and serious expression named Okoye, those are just a few that I’ve bonded with. But not everyone is very supportive of the “competition” as some put it. One being a blonde girl next door type named Sharon, her face is pretty, and her hair is a nice style, but her personality is so toxic. I’m already done with her, and we only met 4 hours ago.

               A buzzer sounded and the lights by our doors turned green, signaling that our pods were ready for our first dates. I turned to my new friends and looked them each in the eye with a nervous smile. Wanda looked excited, Nat looked bored, and Pepper was so nervous she was wiping her palms on her Gucci pantsuit.

“Good luck ladies” I forced passed the lump in my throat as I opened the door to my future.  “Wish me luck Daddy, I think this is it.”

                                      ------------------------------------        

               “Hello Darling, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” a smooth silky monotone voice greeted me. I couldn’t help the flush rising in my cheek.

God, why did the first one have to be British? I love accents! I can already feel my knees getting weaker. SHIT!! How long has it been since he spoke? Get it together Y/N!

“Y/N, and the gentleman with the delicious accent would be?” I replied, grateful that my voice wasn’t as shaky as my legs.

I heard a deep chuckle from the other side of the wall. “Loki darling, a pleasure.”

Inspecting the room as a distraction, I realized it only contained a large sofa and a coffee table, both facing a wall with a light up blue stained-glass wall with a speaker on each side. I got settled in while I asked him about his room, to which he replied with similar descriptions. After that topic was used up an awkward silence started to creep in.

“Ok, I’ll just say what we are both thinking. This is weird.” I break the tense silence and hear another chuckle. “Admit it, it’s true. I mean we are talking through speakers near a wall to a Stanger, who may or may not be our spouse in one month.”

“It is quite odd, never really thought this would be how I’d find my partner. Or that I’d even get a say.” The last sentence was almost mumbled, as if it was an after thought spoken aloud.

“Wait, so is your family into arranged marriages, is that what I’m hearing?”

“Technically yes, the only exception being that my parents, well adopted parents, chose each other. So, they felt like it was fate that they were paired together.” His voice sounded so wistful when he spoke about them, you couldn’t help but pick up on certain things.

“You lost them.” It wasn’t a question, he spoke about them with a love and sadness that you understood completely, the same way you sounded when you talked about your dad. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

There was a stunned pause, “How?” he questioned. “You too.” In that moment he felt at ease, someone else understood his pain. They didn’t pity him for his loss, they just felt a shared pain of their own.

“Yeah, my dad. He passed back in July.” The tears were falling silently down your face. You laughed the pain away. “And this is why I suck at dating! First 5 minutes and I’m talking about death. So romantic.” He laughs with you, “I think the blame for this interesting turn of conversation rests on both of us Darling, not just you. And as far as death, I’ve delt with my fair share of loss. When opening up to someone it’s inevitable that the topic with take a grim turn at some point. I rather like that we got it out of the way early on.” I could almost feel his warm smile as he spoke to me.

               Over the next hour we stayed on lighter topics, do we have any siblings, our favorite subjects from school, and even most played song this year. Loki has one brother and one sister, both his father’s biological children, but the oldest, Hela, was from a previous marriage. Loki’s favorite subjects were English, theatre and music, very unsurprising as he seems highly educated and elegant in his speech. His most played song, however, was very surprising. Hank Williams’ Hey Good Lookin, which I got a rendition of as proof. He even makes my southern accent sound sexy, damn.

               We were interrupted by the buzzer and red light near our separate exits. I let out an involuntary sigh, my disappointment evident.

“I don’t want to leave either Darling, but rest assured you will be hearing from me again. Very soon.” Loki smiled at the glass on his side.

A smile light up my face, “If we must. I fear I may be bored until then Loki, so try to make it quick.” Our light banter coming naturally as if we had known each other for years instead of minutes.”

“Until then darling.” He heard the click of her door closing and with that sound his heart sealing on her. His Y/N, she was the one. He just knew it. Mother help him, is this how Odin felt when he met Frigga? If so, he understood why his father made the nine realms bow to him to keep her safe. He would do anything for this witty, energetic, and enchanting woman, and he had yet to even see her face.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

MU!Bucky

You’ll Always Have Me---- Coming Soon

Demon!Bucky

Guardian---- Coming Soon

Baby Deal-

Summery: Under the full moon on a bed of rose petals sat a beautiful woman. A woman so desperate she was willing to place an open call into the universe to get the only thing she wanted, a baby. And she was gonna have one at any cost.

Biker!Bucky

SugarPlum---- (Series) Coming Soon 

BFF!Bucky

Longing Hearts-

Summary: Y/n was rescued by Bucky when she was younger leading them to a beautiful friendship. But will the friendship evolve into something more with distance and time? Y/n is all grown up now and the boys are back from war. Will their longing hearts finally become one?

Love is Blind- Loki

Chapter 2:

Summery: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO? 

Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size) 

Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.

The procession went on after I left Loki, I visited 6 more pods that day and spoke to some interesting characters. One was a timid man with a quite nature named Bruce, I had a feeling he wasn’t quite what he portrays himself to be, that there’s a great deal beneath those still waters. There were a few other that I couldn’t connect with. Tony, the narcissist who talked a great deal about physical appearance, highly unlikely to be a match there. Scott was another one, very energetic and friendly, but also reckless, he told me stories of his misspent youth. I prefer certainty and planning out my life instead of rolling the dice. Another one was Thor, who turned out to be Loki’s brother, seemed friendly and once I mentioned Loki he opened and even encouraged me to nourish that connection. I could feel the love and concern for Loki in his voice, it made me long for a sibling of my own, maybe Thor will be that for me as well. The other two weren’t really that interesting, nothing stood out to me other than Peter, the one who yelled at me for never having seen Footloose, the “greatest movie of all time”, and Clint, who was very neutral, only talking to me like you would a coworker, he even called me “bro”. 

 Finally, round one of the pods was over, having talked to 7 of the 14 men the ladies were all abuzz with gossip. I wasn’t really one for girl talk so I sat next to my new friends with a mug of warm chai tea. 

 Nat went on and on about Clint, she was drawn to his brash humor and reserved nature. They seemed like a good pair to be honest. 

 Pepper was complaining about Tony, his slightly sexist comments and innuendos were irking her, and she just couldn’t seem to shake him out of her mind. If I was a betting woman, I’d say those two are either getting married by the end of this or, more likely, getting engaged just to have intense hate sex and then crash and burn. Either way, there are in for a ride for sure. 

 Wanda blushingly gushed about a sweet man named Vis, drawn to his kind energy and somewhat gullible nature. I decided to take my visit with him to fish for his feelings for Wanda, I’m not the kind to stab another woman in the back, us girls gotta stick together, especially in here. 

 A cackle echoed through the room from a group of women in the other corner. Their loud comments as clear as if they were right next to me. 

 “He just sounds so perfect, like one of those gentlemen in the 40’s or 50’s who provide everything for their wife. I’d love to be spoiled and pampered.” Sharon’s annoyingly gushed. 

 Figures the self-centered one would want a man to dote on her hand and foot. God, I feel for that poor sap named Steve. 

 The group slowly dispersed to their separate suites, Nat and Y/n leaving next to last and going to their individual rooms.

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 The next morning Y/n woke up bright and early, very unlike her, excited for day two of the introductions. Dressed in denim shorts and a flowery top with cold shoulders, hair thrown up in a cute messy bun and a pair of tie-dye classic Reebok shoes. Finishing the look are your dark framed glasses. 

 The rest of the morning went by in a blur or excitement and stress from all the girls. Breakfast was practically inhaled off the island, and the coffee pods were almost empty, guess not many people slept well. Finally, all the women arrived at their first pods of the day, the lights turn green, and they all open their doors. 

 I enter the pod to hear a scratching sound. My brows scrunch in confusion. There is no other sound, just the scratching and maybe a shuffling of paper. 

 “Hello?” The scratching sound immediately stops, and a throat clears before I hear a rich deep voice reply.

 “Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Steve.” His voice is deep but hesitant, almost shy, or embarrassed.

“So, you’re the one half the ladies are fussing over. Tell me mister popular, what’s your deal? How did you charm practically every woman you’ve talked to so far?” I teased.

 “Frankly?” He responded with a chuckle,” I have no clue. I just talked to them, asked them about themselves. The usual questions about family, job, hobbies. I’ve never been the pickup lines kind of guy.” 

 “Ok, I respect that. Smooth snarky comments aren’t everything, they often are used just to hide one’s own insecurities.” I looked down at my waist, remembering how I used to feel growing up being the “big” girl that no guys showed interest in. “I been guilty of that myself quite often.”

 “I know a little something about those too. I just prefer the honest route. I was the scrawny kid who had a mouth on him, didn’t know when to back down. Then I joined the army, got in shape, and ended up opening my own gym run by Veterans like myself. Even now, when I look in the mirror all I see is the tiny version of me that I hated.” There was a notable heavy pause. “Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m going on about.” He tried to laugh off the awkward tension. 

 “Actually, I do know. I’m not, nor have I ever been tiny. The exact opposite in fact. I used to look in the mirror and I remember asking myself why I was so big, no matter how much I watch my diet, how many miles I ran, how much I could lift, I couldn’t get any smaller. I just would cry myself to sleep wondering why I didn’t look like everyone else.” Silent tears flow down my face, my voice trembling slightly. “But I realized that that was never in the cards for me. I kept a balanced diet and exercise, but I don’t care how many pounds are on the scale or how many x’s are before the word large on my clothes. I’m happy with the way I look, and I love myself. That’s what really matters.” 

 “You’re amazing.” His voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve changed the way I look entirely, and I still don’t really feel comfortable in my own skin. You were able to do what I never could. “

 “Accept myself?” I asked confused. 

 “Love myself.” He replied sadly. 

 “We’ll just have to work on that then. Won’t we?” I smiled, hopeful that I could help someone else love themselves, just as they are. 

 We went on for the remaining hour discussing our outlets for when we are feeling insecure. Turns out we have a similar love for art, and history. My obsessed monologue about the English monarchies was interrupted by the red light flashing. 

 “And I was just getting to Elizabeth! Well, I guess we’ll just start with her next time.” I huffed in fake agitation. 

 “I’ll remind you where we left off, her “daddy issues” as you called them.” His deep chuckle warming the room. 

 We went our separate ways out of our pods, and I went on to the next feeling hopeful. If I don’t find a husband, at least I’ll be leaving with some great new friends. Knowing no matter what, I love myself.