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don’t mind me just thinking about riding beefy Bucky for the first time and him getting so worked up and overwhelmed by how good you feel and how stunning you look on top of his giant body

and only after you got off at least once on his face and then twice on top of him he plants his feet on the bed to thrust into you even deeper than you knew possible and he doesn’t show any signs of letting you off of him as he wraps his metal arm around your waist and brings his other arm to massage the skin of your ass, pulling you impossibly closer and filling you fully, ferociously thrusting up into you until you’re drooling and blubbering incoherently, fighting to keep your body up and your eyes open

only then he flips you over and rails you like you haven’t just made him cum more than he thought possible but not even a bit of painful sensitivity could keep him from this new pleasure and he just can’t seem to look away from your face— so beautiful and so wrecked just from using his face and cock— why wouldn’t he keep you like this forever ?

it only encourages him further— you’ve ruined him— he can’t feel or think of anything but you and how well you take him, how perfect your warm walls suck him in and desperately clench around him, begging him not to leave this perfect heaven— his perfect little bunny

kay bye

so i’ve been playing cookie run kingdom for about a week now and i keep pulling pumpkin pie cookie and i know she’s a good cookie but how many pulls do i need to do to get a different strong cookie?? PLS I JUST WANT TO UPGRADE MY TEAM AND INVEST IN BETTER COOKIES!!!!

woes of a prefect — cedric diggory

prompt: cedric diggory x female!reader

request: do u mind writing a cedric x reader where they’re both prefects and they bump into eachother when leading the first years - the kids are surprised to find out that dating someone from a seperate house is fine

please refrain from plagiarizing my work. requests are always open!

“Follow me, please—excuse me, that’s the wrong way!”

[Y/N] sighs to herself for what must have been the hundredth time since the opening feast ended. This year’s first-years are proving to be especially difficult—even more so than usual. The tiny eleven-year-old Gryffindors keep trying to go down different corridors despite [Y/N] leading them at the very front of the pack.

She grits her teeth before forcing a painful-looking smile. “Everybody,” she says in as patient a tone as she can muster, fighting the urge to throttle the mischievous first-year at the back who keeps trying to leave the group. “If you don’t follow me, you’ll end up getting lost inside the castle—and we have trolls and vampires and ogres who will not hesitate to eat any lost first year they stumble upon.”

The first-years gasp in fear simultaneously. One of them starts crying, but [Y/N] only briefly pats the bawling little girl on the shoulder before ushering them up the stairs. “That’s it, come on—excuse me!”

One of them—the same particularly devious boy from before—breaks away from the group and bounds down the stairs they had just ascended. A domino effect ensues; the other first-year Gryffindors catch sight of him, and apparently the sight of his defying the rules has given the others the courage to follow suit, because the rest of the first-years—save for the teary-eyed girl—bound down the stairs after him.

Frazzled, frustrated, and incredibly bewildered, [Y/N] stands at the top of the staircase for a moment, stunned as she stares down at the first-year Gryffindors now back in the Great Hall corridor. She wonders, briefly, if her prefect badge will be taken away if she uses the incarcerating charm on all of them so she can levitate them up to Gryffindor tower herself.

But then, as though the heavens have taken pity on her, help comes in the form of her boyfriend.

A group of baffled-looking first-year Hufflepuffs have arrived at the scene. At the very front of the pack stands Hufflepuff prefect Cedric Diggory, looking just as bewildered as the seemingly better disciplined young Hufflepuffs behind him. [Y/N] can’t blame them; the sight of eleven-year-olds prancing around the Great Hall corridor after the opening banquet when they’re supposed to be in their common room is certainly one to behold.

Slowly, Cedric pries his gaze away from the rather comical scene to look at [Y/N], who has now regained control of her senses and is rushing down the steps down into the Great Hall corridor in pursuit of the rampaging first-years.

Admittedly a little amused, Cedric approaches [Y/N], his own group of first-year Hufflepuffs trailing after him obediently. [Y/N]’s Gryffindors thankfully haven’t gone very far; at present, they’re currently clustered around a large painting of Godric Gryffindor, eyes wide with childish mirth as they poke at the canvas, much to the bafflement of Godric Gryffindor himself.

“Blimey!” exclaims one of them. “That’s one old-looking bloke!”

“That’s Gryffindor, stupid. He founded our house!”

Bewildered, Godric Gryffindor stares down at the group of eleven-year-olds clustered around his portrait. “How may I assist you, young—ow!” One of the first-years had taken out their wand and jabbed his belly.

[Y/N] rushes forward and places herself between the first-years and the portrait, effectively blocking the enraged Godric Gryffindor from view. “Alright, that’s enough!” she announces, giving each of them a stern look. “If any of you lot keep this behavior up, I will physically—”

“Oookay!” Cedric says loudly, cutting her off before she says anything she might regret. Mumbling “hold on a second, you guys” over his shoulder to his group of Hufflepuffs, he walks over to [Y/N] and the rowdy first-year Gryffindors.

“Woah!” one of the Gryffindors cries out. “You look like my uncle!”

They all start giggling. Cedric meets [Y/N]’s gaze and she grimaces, mouthing “get me out of here”.

Cedric’s lips tug up into an amused grin as he nods. Turning to address the Gryffindors, he says in a playful tone, “What do we have here?”

A flurry of excited chatter bursts from the group as they all try to reply to Cedric. The closest one to him exclaims, “We were looking at all the portraits! We don’t have ones as big as those at home!”

Cedric peers down at the enthusiastic little girl who had chimed in. “Really?” he says, smiling. “Well, me neither. Wicked, aren’t they?”

Another burst of eager assent from the tiny Gryffindors.

“But you’ll have plenty of time to look at them everyday,” Cedric says, nodding solemnly at them. “For now, you lot have to go into your common rooms—and rest assured there are more fascinating things to look at there. Alright?”

There is a momentary lull as they seem to consider this, but eventually, they all shrug and nod, turning back to face their own Gryffindor prefect. [Y/N] gapes at Cedric incredulously as though saying how? Cedric merely shrugs, although he looks smug.

“Okay,” she huffs, shoulders slumping in relief. “Let’s get going!”

Thankfully, this time, they all trail after her. She pauses when she passes by Cedric to swoop in and plant a brief kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Ced,” she whispers to him, offering him a smile of gratitude.

“Don’t stress yourself too much, love.”

“WHAT!” the first-year Gryffindors exclaim in unison. One of them blubbers, “You two are.. together?”

Taken aback, [Y/N] and Cedric turn to face them. The looks on their childish faces give off the impression that someone has insulted their mothers. “Yes?” [Y/N] replies uncertainly, looking at Cedric out of the corner of her eye. He looks like he’s fighting back a laugh.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

She nods slowly, wondering where this is going and dreading it.

“But you can’t!” another tiny Gryffindor boy with auburn hair says. “You’re from different houses—you’re enemies!” [Y/N] stares at him, looking genuinely baffled. This is not how she imagined her first day back at Hogwarts.

Mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find words, Cedric once more comes to her rescue. “Just because we’re from different houses doesn’t mean we have to be enemies,” he says gently. [Y/N] is surprised at how much self-control he has; personally, she feels like tugging her hair out. “Aside from the competition for the house cup—”

“And the Quidditch cup!” pipes up the same auburn-haired boy.

“Yes, the Quidditch cup—aside from those, there’s really not much rivalry between the houses,” the Gryffindors stare up at Cedric in awe. “You’ll find that there’s a whole lot of inter-house friendships going on around here.”

“And relationships,” [Y/N] mutters, pressing a palm to her forehead.

“Wicked!”

“Do you guys kiss?”

“Yuck!”

Before the Gryffindors can get any more invested in the topic, [Y/N] claps her hands together and ushers them up the stone steps. “I’ll tell you all about inter-house relationships and friendships when we get to the common room, okay?”

Grinning excitedly to themselves, the Gryffindors finally, finally skip up the staircase with [Y/N] in the lead. Cedric goes back to his own group of calm Hufflepuffs, amused as he stares after his girlfriend.

“Alright, let’s go,” says Cedric, leading the first-year Hufflepuffs towards the kitchen corridor, where their common room is.

But when he glances over his shoulder already a few feet away, he sees that the first-year Hufflepuffs are still standing there, rooted to the spot.

Cedric’s brows arch.

One of the Hufflepuffs at the front row says in a timid voice, “Was that your girlfriend?”

Gaping at them momentarily, Cedric lets out an incredulous laugh as he nods and beckons for them to follow him.

But they stay unmoving. The same timid Hufflepuff boy opens his mouth, and with his forehead creased, says slowly, “But she’s in Gryffindor.”

another summer morning — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

prompt: a warm bed for  @kalimagik​ and @the-hufflefluffwriter​‘s “a very harry potter summer” !

a/n: school starts next week which is why i haven’t been posting as much but ahhh i hope you guys like this !! :D

Draco loves his wife.

He loves [Y/N], so he tolerates everything she does; her tendency to accidentally smack him in the face in her sleep, her sudden (deafening) singing outbursts at random intervals during the day that tend to have him jumping right out of his skin, how she constantly keeps bringing up the idea of adopting a ferret in tribute to Draco’s fourth year at Hogwarts, and, Well. This.

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everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn’t save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :“) 

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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no but i can’t even think rn i just i’m just i what?? like, look at this:

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay.

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips.

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly.

HELLO??? this is so incredibly cute i’m malfunctioning

draco’s hands. That’s it. That’s all I have to say for the blurb.

Infatuation. He’s teased her with the word for a while, though she always argues otherwise.

“They’re just pretty,” she’d say.

Draco would roll his eyes and shake his head, lean closer for a kiss and nip her lower lip all while biting back a grin.

His comments didn’t stop her from continuously doing it, though. Didn’t stop her from grabbing hold of his hands at any given moment and fixating on his slender fingers.

Like now, as she settles close to his side in the library. She’s pulled his hand into her lap, toying with the ring on his finger as she rubs softly at his knuckles.

She can’t help it, really. It’s not her fault Draco happens to have the most attractive hands she’s ever seen.

He smiles to himself from beside her, acts like he doesn’t notice what she’s doing, because he doesn’t want her to stop. 

Y/N twists the silver metal, blinking absentmindedly as she absolutely does not listen to a word Blaise speaks from across her.

Draco doesn’t much listen, either. He’s far too busy biting back a smile at his girls obsession and fighting off a fiery blush that threatens to paint his milky skin. 

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay. 

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips. 

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly. 

Both Blaise and Pansy pay no attention to the little act of affection, though Draco feels everyone’s just seen it. He doesn’t like that -- the idea of others knowing his and Y/N’s affections. 

It’s theirs and only theirs. 

She guides his hand back to her lap where she lets it rest and Draco gives hers a tender squeeze. 

His eyes are full of nothing but pure love and adoration as he stares at her, heart warm in his chest and the thought of her smile alone brings utter peace to his mind and soul. 

She’s focused on something Pansy is explaining but Draco can’t stop looking at her.

She feels his gaze on the side her face, warmth rising across her body and she turns to him, shy eyes and smile. 

Y/N quirks a brow and Draco shakes his head, offering a sneaky wink that only has her insides churning, and the innocent act Draco thought it was, suddenly turns into one of pure filth.

She leans closer, her other hand tracing the length of his fingers as her breath fans across his ear. 

“Can’t wait to feel these deep inside of me later.”

“i like your ring” || d.m ✧˖*°࿐

summary: draco gives you his ring.

a/n: this tiktok send tweet

warnings: gn!reader, soft!draco ugh, just fluff

word count: 627

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Snape: [dying] tell Joe, i loved her

Harry: who's Joe, professor?

Snape: Joe Mama

Blurb Idea: Draco finds the first snitch he caugjt and gave you in second year and his just heart melts

a/n: ok this isn’t fic length or anything but it’s definitely not blurb length. i think it’s nice tho so here you go love

memory

•──♥︎

draco didn’t even remember what he’d been searching for in your drawer. his gaze had been set on a pile of old things that he knew had meaning to you. there were a few things from your childhood you’d told him about, a number of gifts or souvenirs from dating him, and other trinkets and knick-knacks.

what he hadn’t expected you to keep all these years later was his first attempt to woo you, his very first full-blown crush. you’d kept the first golden snitch that draco caught in a quidditch match and even kept it polished so that it was just as shiny as it was the day he gave it to you.

second year, his hair had been pooled in post-game sweat and he was parading around with a smug but toothy grin. draco had spotted you next to your friends and heart racing, ran over to you. he’d been hoping with enough will to near a prayer underneath that cocky demeanor that you’d seen the match. seen him.

a soft smile grazed his lips and he ran his thumb over the snitch, as if rubbing away dirt though there was none. something about you could always fill draco with that same rush of enamour when he was stealing glances at you during class. even now, having called you his for years now, draco had a frenzy of butterflies thinking of your lovely y/n smile.

you’d sent a huge blow to draco’s ego, being the last of your friends to look up and congratulate him. the sound of your voice made his nerves jump and he thanked you, lining his words with an unmistakably malfoy tone. of course he’d won, he’s draco malfoy. the amusement in your smirk and locked eyes had him whipped ─ draco was done for the second he’d met you and you reminded him of that everyday without fail.

the day remained crystal clear in draco’s mind. how could he forget it? his boyish love for you had never truly gone away, even when you’d started dating. not with the first kiss, not with the first i love you. no matter what, you could just breathe and draco was wrapped around your finger, in utter love with you.

“so are you just going to stand there or was there a reason slytherin’s best player strutted over here?” you cocked an eyebrow and draco as an innocent child, assumed this must be love. so young, but his feelings for you were always certain. smirking and steadying his trembling hand, draco pulled out the snitch and held it in his hand. draco wanted you to have it, to the immediate jealousy of every other surrounding girl.

draco wondered if you still held it in your hand. do you still look at it fondly and feel that day all over again? it couldn’t only be draco, not with how madly in love the two of you were. he could go hold your hand now, for you were just in the other room, but the memory wasn’t over and he knew what came next.

“i heard you’re supposed to give the first snitch you catch to the prettiest girl you know,” he announced, nowhere near as confident as he sounded. you’d adorably bitten your lip and heat had risen to the apples of your cheeks. you took it, fingertips brushing over his pale ones in the short process. “no wonder you’re giving it to me then," you smirked before softening. “thank you.”

that was you. it always had been and draco believed it always would be. banter and quick wits for days but the delicacy of an angel. draco remembered the innocent kiss of a child and all the less than innocent but effortlessly ethereal ones that came later on in your lives. fondly, draco smiled. if only he knew as a boy just how much of that perfection you had to offer and would one day, for some reason only the gods knew, bestow upon him.

just before hurrying off with those giggly friends of yours who were already whispering about you two, you planted a quick kiss to draco’s cheek and sent him straight to what he thought must be heaven. the pomegranate blush that rushed to paint his skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “i’ll see you later, draco.” you’d waved and turned, leaving draco with ecstatic nausea at his name on your lips.

and just like he’d done at twelve years old, draco’s fingers raised and lightly touched the skin your soft lips had met, ghosting over the memory. putting the snitch down, he sighed contently and ever so happy with what had become of that school boy crush. now he’d go and kiss you a thousand times, with tenfolds of love ─ for the boy in the memory. for the boy who gave his very first golden snitch to the girl he liked.

•──♥︎

i’ve never been asked to fake date and honestly, so disappointing

Imagine

muggle born and halfblood students sending howlers to pureblood friends or even bullies wich play "never gonna give you up" by Rick Astley so when they receive a howler they expect to get scolded by their parents but get Rick Rolled instead

𝔚e should start writing funky initial letters like in medieval manuscripts again

my tubbo merch finally arrived today!! the hoodie is so cute and the t-shirt is very soft!! they’re both a little big bc i rushed when i bought them and didn’t check the size charts but that’s okay! it’ll just look like i’m wearing my nonexistent bf’s clothes :D

Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

steve: our mission is to rescue hostages

natasha: no that’s your mission

steve: 

these cold rooftops - b.b.

summary: you're just doing your job as the local vigilante in new york, why can't bucky barnes leave you alone? spoiler alert: he is very much in love with you, even though he has never seen your face. pairing: fem!vigilante!reader x avenger!bucky tw: canon violence, blood, little bit angsty, a lot of banter, some fluff and happy ending :) words: 3.6K a/n: hi loves! i loved the idea of a vigilante saving the city as a sidegig and bucky just showing up unannounced, haha. they have this joking nature around them, but it also changes a bit to something else, and i hope it translates well in the fic! i hope you enjoy this because i absolutely loved writing this :). also, let me know if you'd love to see more of these two together! suggestions are very much appreciated :)) p.s. i now have a library blog! go follow @aeristhotle and turn on notifs to get notified when i update! p.p.s. dividers by @firefly-graphics

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BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST | MARVEL MASTERLIST

The wind that was blowing around you left a cold touch to the dark material of your suit. The rooftops of the many buildings in New York City were a second home to you, a vantage point, a place to hide or just a place to calm down after a long night of prowling around the city, making sure everything was safe and sound.

The little scanner that was attached to the inside of your left wrist alerted you of a possible break-in, two blocks on your left. Burglary on the sixth floor, you translated the police lingo in your head as you lowered your mask over your eyes.

“On it,” you whispered to no one in particular, the words lost in the cold air as you smoothly jumped onto another rooftop, leaving nothing behind but a faint linger of your perfume.

You were quick on your feet, swiftly jumping over AC units and pipes, nothing standing between you and your goal. The cold air felt great on your half-covered face, cooling you down from the heat you were producing running over the rooftops.

Running over these cold rooftops made everything feel more alive. It felt like you were flying through the air, nothing holding you back as the city was relatively calm below you.

It took less than four minutes for you to reach your destination, little white clouds of air leaving your mouth as you picked at the lock of the rooftop door. The lock was frozen and wouldn’t budge - even when you tried your best to heat it with your hands.

“Need some help?”

The gravelly voice that had been haunting you the last few months spoke up behind you, making you drop your head in frustration. For the past five months, this guy had been showing up at random crime scenes, under the guise of helping you out - at least, that was his explanation.

“Barnes. Nothing else to do this fine Thursday other than disturbing me on the job?”

You didn’t even turn around as you searched for another way to open the door, trying to force the handle this time, using all your strength.

“Well you know, a little birdy told me my favourite vigilante was having some difficulty with opening a door, so I decided to help a hand,” you could almost hear the grin on his face, the heat that was radiating on your back indicating that he had gotten closer.

“I’ve been here for all of two minutes,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes good-naturedly, “that must have been a falcon because you got here quick.”

“Can’t let my favourite person in this city get cold now, do I?”

Bucky was now leaning against the wall next to the door, his eyes focussed on your hands gripping the door handle with all your strength. Unfortunately, the door didn’t even budge, the handle still frozen solid. The cold was now seeping through your gloves and it felt like your hand was burning.

“In the city, huh,” you grunted, waving your hand to get rid of the icky feeling of cold leather. “Thought we had something special.”

“Can’t let it get to your head now, can I?” he smiled, but the corners of his mouth dropped once he saw the solemn look on your face. If you couldn’t open this door, that meant the possible intruder would get away. And that was the whole schtick of this vigilante thing.

“Let me,” he suggested, his vibranium arm reflecting the full moon in bits and pieces, ripples of gold illuminated in the bright light.

Accepting his help meant accepting his presence in your work as a vigilante, which also meant you wouldn’t be operating solo anymore. The solo aspect had been the whole pillar of you even doing this side-job, as revealing your identity to someone else just seemed too dangerous. People couldn’t keep secrets well, and this one was just too important to you.

However, not accepting his help meant that the intruder would get away. That another innocent person would fall victim to the darkest souls roaming around on this world. How could you ever fall asleep at night, knowing you could have prevented this. It would be a selfish thing to not do everything in your power to help this person.

A sigh left your mouth as you pondered whilst Bucky scanned your face for any positive sign that his help was welcome.

“Fuck,” you sighed to yourself, but you stepped away from the door anyway, hoping this little thing didn’t mess up your whole life. Bucky could be trusted, right?

The smile touched his eyes once again as his vibranium fingers wrapped around the door handle, pushing it down with superhuman strength as the lock finally gave in with a small crack, the ice crackling as the door opened.

“My lady,” he gestured inside, the grin on his face just short of being cocky, but still kind and thoughtful of the turmoil that was still digging its claws in the crevices of your brain.

The building was completely silent inside, which was an omen in itself. It was two a.m., still early in the city that was never really silent. It irked both you and Bucky, as he got a knife out of his holster and twisted it between his fingers.

“What was this, exactly?” his voice was soft and on guard.

“Possible break-in,” you breathed out, turning the corner but finding nothing. “Got a feeling it’s something else.”

The only thing that could be heard in the building was the slow dripping of water, somewhere in a supply closet or from a leaky pipe along the walls that probably weren’t up to code anymore. Wallpaper was hanging off the walls in strips, mould forming along the edges as you tried your best to not gag at the smell. Imagine what it would do to your lungs if you lived here.

“God, how come the city hasn’t intervened here,” Bucky coughed as he checked the walls, not believing the circumstances people were living in.

“Not everyone can live in the Avengers tower, baby,” you snickered, but there was no humour in your tone at all. It was a solemn reality for many people.

Bucky nodded, his eyes trained on the walls as you tried the handle on one of the doors. It opened with a creak, but other than that, the room stayed silent.

“There is something off about this whole place,” Bucky said as you walked in, weapons ready if someone tried to pounce on you.

The whole place stayed eerily quiet, and after checking all the rooms, Bucky and you came to the conclusion that the place was abandoned. It looked like the people living there had left in a hurry, because the table was still set for four people and there were pans and pots on the stovetop.

“There’s only one apartment left on this floor right?” Bucky asked as he watched your mouth pull into a frown. “What did we walk into?”

“I’m not sure,” your eyes were quickly scanning around the place, trying to piece together what had happened that the whole floor was empty. Or was supposed to be empty.

“Let’s check the other apartment.”

The door of the other apartment was locked too, the handle not budging indicating something was blocking the door from the inside.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped carefully around your upper arm, no real pressure placed but still tight enough to make you stop trying to get into the apartment.

“Are we sure we want to do this? I don’t like where this is going.”

His voice was soft but stern, eyes unwavering as they flitted between yours. “We have no clue what is going on here, we’re going in blind.”

You narrowed your eyes at his posture and the worry that was clear in his voice, “don’t we always go in blind?”

“Well, usually we don’t deal with this type of shit. Catching robbers in stores and making sure a barfight doesn't escalate is one thing. This- this feels off.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smirk show at the concern laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You’re an avenger and I can hold my own pretty well, dare I say,” you snickered as you gestured at his vibranium arm. “Also, you inserted yourself in this situation here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at that statement, “just admit it, you’re glad I’m here.”

“Yeah, yeah, you think very highly of yourself Barnes.”

Bucky scanned your face one last time for a trace of hesitation but he only found determination. That’s what drew him in, initially, you never backed down from a challenge even when it was dangerous for you. The safety of others always came first.

However, the last few times he showed up unannounced, he felt something deep inside his chest, this flutter when he observed you doing something dangerous. Something that had never bothered him before. There was this time where you jumped on the shoulders of a criminal, effectively taking him down. But in the process, he had grazed you with his dagger, drawing blood. Bucky still recalled the feeling that bloomed in his chest when he saw the blood dripping from your abdomen, the icy coldness of despair making his chest heave as he pressed his hands to the wound, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

In the end, it was just a small graze that needed minor stitching, but it made him think twice about when he exactly started feeling this way.

“Yo, Barnes,” you snapped your fingers in front of his face, effectively snapping him out of his daydream. “Mind opening the door? I have an early morning at work tomorrow.”

The soft look he had on his face was quickly replaced by a small smirk, “ah, thought you were doing this full-time. I suppose you don’t get a company car at this one?”

Bucky wrapped his hand around the door handle and pushed his shoulder against it too, trying to pry open the door.

“Yeah, no company car, no pay, no benefits,” you sighed as if you were contemplating resigning. “Don’t know why I keep doing this stuff.”

“Maybe because of your nice and handsome colleague,” he groaned, pushing with all his strength to open that damn door. “Heard he’s quite the catch.”

“Psh, I suppose he’s quite alright,” you scoffed, leaning against the wall next to the door Bucky was trying to open. “Aside from being an ass, he does occasionally help me out.”

The door gave in with a loud crack as Bucky took a step closer to you, “well, at least this ass was able to open the door.”

“And I thank you for it, kind sir,” you grinned, a ninja star ready to defend yourself if someone were to pounce on you. “Now, shush and let’s see what exactly is up here.”

Quietly, Bucky stepped inside the apartment, his broad frame blocking you from a possible attack.

Although, you couldn’t really call it an apartment anymore. There was no furniture left, aside from two plastic chairs in the middle of the living room. The kitchen was looted, the fridge door hanging open, revealing just an empty jar of pickles.

Bucky busied himself with checking out the living room, and you decided to go for the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Quietly, you pushed open the door and waited for a bit, hoping to catch someone in the act. Nothing happened, however, and you decided to fully step into the dark bedroom. There was a small flashlight attached to your suit and after some fumbling, you finally got ahold of it.

“Fucking thing, should get a new holster,” you mumbled to yourself as you clicked on the flashlight.

Just as you shone the light around, a dark figure came bounding at you at a high speed, knocking you over.

“Hey!” you yelled, quickly rolling on your belly and jumping back onto your feet. “Bucky!”

Bucky had heard the commotion and ran out to the hallway to see the dark figure running towards the exit. His broad frame blocked the way, however, and the figure tried to run past him.

Said person did not expect the pure power that Bucky possessed, and he was flung back, just in time for you to see what had happened.

“This dingus just jumped on me!” you exclaimed, a knife had replaced the ninja star in your hand as your mouth was pulled in a frown.

The guy had jumped up again, a shard of some sort in his hand as he measured you and Bucky up.

“Hey,” Bucky held out his hands, his eyes wide as he tried to calm down the guy. “Just surrender and no one has to stab anyone.”

His words clearly fell on deaf ears as the intruder pounced on Bucky, the shard of glass making horrible sounds as it tried to tear through the vibranium of his arm - fortunately, it was his right that the attacker had chosen.

“Nope!” Bucky yelled and threw the guy on the ground, done with his bullshit. “And stay there.”

As Bucky tried to find a way to tie him up, the guy took his chance again and punched you square in the face. Fortunately, his aim was a bit off because of the heavy fall he took, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Goddamnit!” you yelled again. You were used to the occasional struggle with a perpetrator and you kicked out your foot into his stomach. He doubled over, and you took no chances and bound his hands and knees with the special string you always had on you.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked as he watched you rub your forehead through the mask. “I thought I knocked him out, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright,” you replied, a small frown on your lips as you could feel a welt forming under the black material of your mask. “We should check what this guy was doing here.”

“The police are taking their sweet time on this,” you sighed, checking the small scanner again. They were supposed to arrive 6 minutes ago.

“You sure you’re doing okay?” Bucky’s voice came closer as his hand rested on your lower arm. “We could just wait for the police and get you checked out. Wouldn’t want you to have a concussion or something.”

“Thanks, but I have a feeling this guy is hiding something, so I’d rather check out the rest of the apartment first,” you patted his hand awkwardly, your heart racing at the feeling.

Bucky followed closely on your heels as you went back to the master bedroom.

The room was mostly empty, aside from some trash and a used sleeping bag. Adjacent to the bedroom, there was another door leading to either a dressing or an ensuite bathroom.

“Do you hear that?” Bucky whispered as you got closer to the door. “I can hear something.”

You tried to drown out the noises of the city and the huffs of the perpetrator in the hallway. There was a very faint sniffling, barely audible as Bucky quickly stepped towards the door and unlocked it.

What you found behind it made your heart wrench in uncomfortable twists and bends.

Three people were bound with feet and hands and put in an uncomfortably small closet.

After you and Bucky helped them out, the police and a few medics finally arrived on the scene.

Wanting to make sure the small family was alright, you stuck around when the medic checked them out. The man had a broken nose and a few bruises, but the woman and teenager luckily had nothing, save from a few scratches.

It turned out the guy who broke in was an angry client of the father, hell-bent on revenge for not helping him in the way he wanted. Now he certainly would end up back in prison.

Happy with the outcome, you wanted to disappear in between the shadows. A hot bath at home would certainly alleviate the throbbing pain on your forehead and the ache you felt in your bones.

The head detective who was talking to Bucky stopped you in your tracks though, “thanks for getting here so fast, one of our patrols ended up in an accident so it took a bit longer to get a second unit out.”

You waved away his thanks, a small smile pulling on the ends of your lips, “s’okay.”

The detective rolled his eyes good-naturedly at your modesty, used to it after working with you for a year already. The first few times you showed up at crime scenes, he really couldn’t care less about the wannabe vigilante that got in the way.

However, after you caught a robber who had hidden in the group of disaster tourists that crowded around the scene, he had appreciated the extra help. It also helped that you weren’t bound to any rules or laws that slowed down the workings of the police.

“Have you decided on a moniker already or do I still have to call you our local vigilante,” he grinned. “We got the friendly neighbourhood spiderman already, maybe you could be the helpful neighbourhood vigilante!”

You returned his grin, shaking your head in the process as you started walking away backwards, “Haven’t made up my mind, sorry chief!”

“It’s been a year! Either do a brainstorm session or give me your legal name!” he yelled after you, sticking out his thumb towards Bucky. “Bet he’d come up with some great ones.”

“Bye chief!” you turned your back and waved your hand, leaving the two men behind you as you looked for the closest ladder towards the top of the roof.

The climb towards the top of the building was always a moment you loved. Every rung of the ladder you climbed felt like a layer of the events that had transpired would fall away. It fell away, so easily with every gust of wind that would blow the horrible events that happened in your city away. It all went away, away, away.

Once you reached the top, you were not alone anymore.

Bucky was already waiting for you, used to seeing you disappear after a night where too much happened. The upside of his super strength and speed made it that he could climb ladders way faster than you. Tonight was another one of those days where he wasn't ready to say goodbye to you yet. He was looking out over the city, counting the little lights that flickered on and off, his vibranium arm still reflecting the moonlight. It was a constant in your life, something to hold on to, as your mother would say.

“Can’t get enough of me, Barnes,” you snickered, tiredness seeping into the tone you were using.

Bucky turned his back to the illuminated city at the sound of your voice, his eyes solemn and dark as you rubbed at your forehead again.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be checked out by the medic?” he asked once again, stepping closer to you. “I really don’t want you to die on my watch if it turns out to be something bad.”

You shook your head, your voice but a whisper over the sounds of the city, “I’m okay Bucky, thanks.”

His head hung low in rejection, “Alright I’ll just - I’ll just go then.”

He got on his way towards the ladder again, returning once again to the city.

Shit, you thought, do I really let him go, again?

“Wait!” you called out, quickly catching up to him.

“Hmm?” he hummed, scanning your face for any sign of why you changed your mind all of a sudden.

You could trust Bucky. He had been here countless times for you, he always helped you, he had a heart for the city and most of all - he had a heart for you.

Slowly, your hands peeled away at the black mask that covered the top half of your face.

Bucky held his breath, more and more inches of your skin baring to him, trusting him with your identity.

His hands came up to cradle your face, one hot and one cold, as he tried to memorize every inch of your skin. Every wrinkle, every scar, every little bump, the colour of your eyes and the way your tongue wet your lips.

Bucky didn’t think he could fall more in love with the masked vigilante, yet, it happened.

“It’s just a bruise,” his hot breath fanned across your facce, his left thumb softly rubbing over the bump on your forehead. “Think you’ll live.”

“You sure?” you whispered back, brows furrowed as the words you said held so much more meaning than just reassurance. It was you asking Bucky to keep your identity secret, to make sure you wouldn’t be compromised and forced to hang up your mantle.

He nodded, his thumbs still caressing your cheekbones, “I’m sure, dear.”

There was one last thing he still didn’t know about you, one thing that would show him just how much you trusted him, how much you appreciated his support on your nightly endeavours. It was the last of your identity that was left uncovered.

Maybe it was time, to show him you trusted him just as much as he trusted you. Maybe it was time to expose the last shard of your identity.

It felt like a good time to do it too, with his soft hand on your face, carefully caressing the soft skin on your cheekbones, his eyes unwavering and as always focussed on you.

Your hands came to rest on his wrists, nimble digits meeting metal and warm skin as you licked your lips, baring the last of your truths to him.

“Call me y/n.”

hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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stay hydrated pals

Tony, hanging on for dear life: WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU LEARN HOW TO DRIVE LIKE THIS?!

Peter: Mario Kart.

lullaby

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

♡ summary: a struggling draco asks you to sing him to sleep.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: insomnia

i used the hunger games song. it gives me comforting vibes, what about it?

“draco what time is it?”

you groaned and shifted to lay on your back.

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them: fake courting. we won’t catch feelings. whatever.

me, a fanfiction connoisseur: you’re both gonna catch such hard feelings for each other

this was the cutest thing omg!! struggling with ikea furniture but finishing a robot in days radiates peter parker energy. and THIS

“you’re about as helpful as one of these instruction manuals...”

i’ll be saying this to people now. thanks for this!!

[ meet your match_peter parker ]

prompt_trying to assemble 🇸🇪IKEA 🇸🇪 furniture together […]

pairing_college!peter x college!female reader

word count_1.1k

warnings_fluff, peter being very dramatic about assembling furniture, possibly some typos and grammatical errors

“so you can save the world on multiple different occasions, but you can’t put together a simple yngvar?”

“wow. you two on a first name basis now? is that how it is?” peter glares at the unassembled pieces of furniture with resentment before bringing the crinkled, abused manual up to eye level. strained eyes try to make out the pronunciation of the bold letters printed across the front page with the taunting imagery of the final product.

“i looked up the pronunciation earlier just to spite you like this.”

“the lengths you go to make fun of me,” he huffs, flipping through the pages again.

“well it’s about time you noticed,” you coo. he shakes his head in disdain, but the smile on his lips tell you otherwise.

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James ‘Bucky’ Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

this was so cute i’m running low on awws rn. and that kid PLS he said idc who you are, bogeyman, you don’t scare me. but tell me why i stared at this part

“No, Bucky, do you want to take me home?” You spoke slowly, but your body was on a high from all the sugar you had consumed.

His eyes widened. “God, I love you.”

He had you perched on his bike in record time, shoving the prizes and food into the small compartment in the rear.

and my mind was blank. nothing. empty. c.exe has stopped working. i was like why is he rushing??? so i kept reading, went back and was like ???? oh... OH!!!!

The Bogeyman and Other Monstrosities

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: References to sexual themes, biker!bucky trying to intimidate a child lmao, fluff

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts foreverrr waiting for halloween! This is my submission for @lokithealligator​‘s 2k spooky writing challenge using a biker au and the prompt “Come on, aren’t you excited to see the little kids trick or treating?”. Congrats Ellie!! 🧡

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​ <3

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“Come on, baby, isn’t there anything else you wanna do?” 

Bucky watched as you flitted about the bedroom, grabbing the last few items to shove in your bag. You had a chunky, themed sweater pulled over your head and a wad of cash in your back pocket. The fair didn’t take card. 

“Buck, I’ve talked about this for weeks! It’ll be fun, I promise.” 

He hung his head low as he sat on the bed, a deep sigh escaping his chest. “Yeah, yeah. Knew I wouldn’t be able to get outta this one.” 

You padded over to him, steps made soft by your sock clad feet. They were halloween themed, just like your sweater. Bucky bought you that pair last week—shoved them to the bottom of the cart underneath the ten cases of beer he was getting for the club. 

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