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Hey guys! I'm brand new to tumblr, but I'm here to help!
I write fanfictions and working on my fanart too! I would like to take requests for oneshots of the fandoms that I am into that way I can have more of a personality to my profile!
Here are some of my fandoms (the main ones):
-Gotham
-Supernatural
-Doctor Who
-Good Omens
-Sherlock (Movies or show)
-The Umbrella Acadamy
-The MCU
-The DCU
-Teen Titans (normal and Go!)
Please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong and if you have any helpful hints I'd be happy to hear them!
fic recs of the week:
Boy Problems by AppleJuiz
Spiderman, Complete, 1 Chapter, 4,369 Words
Ned is trying to figure out where he stands with Peter after MJ joins their group and he starts feeling pushed aside.
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The Watch by Bergen
Spiderman, Complete, 4 Chapters, 9,099 Words
The Parker's are struggling financially and Peter pawns a watch Tony gifted him to pay for groceries.
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Worldfall by mysterycyclone
Spiderman & Batfam, Incomplete, 2 Chapters, 9,002 Words
Continuation of Dark Matter! Wtf is Peter up to now and where are all the Avengers after being split up?
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Don't Call Me the 'H' Word by Lyricalvillain
Spiderman, Incomplete, 7 Chapters, 12,354 Words
The Avengers are a lil too invested in trying to get Spiderman to join the Avengers Initiative, of course this causes problems in the Peter Parker part of his life too.
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Knaves All Three by Ginevra_Benci
Daredevil & Batman & Avengers, Complete, 1 Chapter, 7,922
Foggy finally convinces Matt to attend the gala they've been invited to only for Matt's 'normal person' act to fly out the window as soon as they walk in and he smells Batman in the building with them.
fic recs of the week:
help me hold onto you by hollow_city
Spiderman, Complete, 1 Chapter, 3,624 Words
MJ realises Peter's been ignored by Tony since Germany, she decides that's unacceptable and goes off to track down some better mentors for Peter (I don't think it's a secret that I'm always down for a little Tony bashing lmao)
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If We Could Only Utter the Words Left Unsaid by TaintedCure
Batfam, Complete, 7 Chapters, 28,371 Words
Tim can travel back in time every time he dies!! he has to learn the hard way that Jason is able to remember all his deaths oh shit :0
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sometimes this city is nothing but smoke by bysine
MCU, Complete, 1 Chapter, 13,335 Words
Steve has a wee bit of a life crisis after retiring from being Captain America and having no clue wtf he's supposed to do with his life now, cue lots of gardening!
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A Clipped Wing Doesn't Mean You Can't Fly by thornsword
Haikyuu, Complete, 2 Chapters, 11,855 Words
Hinata has a prosthetic leg!!! was like run over by a car when he was 10 and was determined how to re-learn to walk with a prosthetic after seeing the tiny giant so he could play volleyball!!
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What Mountains We Buried on the Island of the Moon by sayasamax3
Haikyuu, Complete, 1 Chapter, 12,672 Words
Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are shipwrecked together on a deserted island! (can you tell I've been obsessed with Haikyuu survival fics lately lmao) they're so adorable jdbdbdhd yams is delirious for the first part of the fic and is convinced that he's a mountain and tsukki is the moon it's so funny tsukki continues to jokingly call yams "mountain-san" lmao
fic recs of the week:
Dear Tim Drake (Sincerely, Me) by IzzyMRDB
Batfam, Complete, 1 Chapter, 2,010 Words
Tim 'Sincerely Me's his way into the Batfam
(someone save Bernard, he did not sign up for this)
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The Drake Family Jewels IzzyMRDB
Batfam, Incomplete, 14 Chapters, 16,571 Words
The Drakes, while criminals, do try really hard to be good parents and raise a normal child. Tim, who tries to be a normal kid, also really wants to be just like his parents.
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punk tactics by darkerintheday
Moon Knight, Complete, 1 Chapter, 2,331 Words
Moon Knight finds himself cornered during an alien invasion, without weapons he finds himself summoning the next possible option, Thor's hammer.
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justice is blind by Ford_Ye_Fiji
Daredevil, Complete, 1 Chapter, 2,071 Words
Foggy is mad. And Matt knows it.
(there are some misunderstandings after the Daredevil reveal, cue angst!)
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eyes like anvils (and storms for lungs) by doji_oji
Haikyuu, Complete, 5 Chapters, 6,797 Words
suga gets pneumonia at training camp. that's it, that's the plot.
(I love how the third years friendship is written in this fic so much they're adorable)
I'm sorry the way I cackled-
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fic: Peter Parker: Intern by LokisGhost
fic link
I wonder Which Spider-Man would be the best therapist-
Ok- I saw a tumblr post about how Tony stark needs his “weekly dose of Peter or he turns into a jerk” or what not and I imagined people being prescribed a hang out session with Peter Parker/Spider-man as a way to chill out-
Like- imagine if a bunch of the Spider people did a contract with an inter dimensional therapy thing, and they would help people with their problems by listening to them vent, Giving advice, or even using webs to help with physical therapy too-
I should make a fanfic about this-
If nobody makes a fic where a younger version of Loki (15-16) discovers he's a frost giant, thinks back to all the shitty things he had to endure, runs away to be free and THRIVES I'll do it my damn self.
Surprise Speeches by InkAndPoison
Famous actress, Agatha Harkness, at award seasons with her devoting speech writing wife, Rio Vidal.
A Crack Two Part Story about Rio's ridiculous acceptance speeches she has written for Agatha. Agatha has no idea what she is about to say until she is up on stage accepting her awards.
Memory Banks By
TheAsexualofSpades
DUM-E and U are staples in Tony Stark’s lab. They’ve been there almost since the beginning. They’re family. They have a dad, a mom, a concerned uncle, and a brother. Their memory banks are full of moments that help them remember.
Permission Slips Please
ShadowsintheClouds
The obligatory field trip to SI fic with my own twist on it. Takes place after chapter 24 of my fic "More Than He Seems" so it's recommended that you read that.
Why is it when I’m trying to find more cute May Parker x Tony Stark fics on ao3 I get gross shit like this... literally why can some writers help clean up the tag please I’m tired of seeing these
Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.
Get A Life
You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense.
“Bruceee.”
“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.
“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…”
“100 million Kelvin… depends.”
“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.
He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.
“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”
You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both.
“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again.
“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,
“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.
Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.
“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”
Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing.
“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.
Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.”
Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.”
“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out.
Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.
You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.
“These are all blank?”
“Yes, they are.”
“What… why would you… what?”
Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly.
You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.
“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.
Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips.
“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”
“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”
“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face.
“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head.
“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach.
With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.
“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you.
“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”
“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk.
“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.
You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.
“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.
You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater.
He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did.
“I’d like you to take a break…”
You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…
“So, I can take you on a date.”
Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”
“Y/N please.”
“Steven, I don’t date.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”
He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”
You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest.
“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”
You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching.
“Please.”
You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.
“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile.
Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body.
Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers
Roped Up
A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage
You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.
“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.
“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.
“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.
He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.
Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.
“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”
“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.
He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.
“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.
“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion
“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.
Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.
Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.
Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.
He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.
“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”
Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.
He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.
He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.
All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.
His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.
“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.
Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.
“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.
He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.
“More” you moaned. It was all he needed
Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.
Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.
The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.
“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,
“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.
“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.
“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.
He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.
He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.
“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.
You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.
Reader adopts a cat to help her boyfriend Captain America, Steve rogers deal with the trauma and nightmares
Soxs
You were woken up to thrashing beside you in bed. Third night in a row. Sweat formed on Steve’s forehead with his face contorted in terror. You rolled over, placing a light hand on his shoulder, he instantly moved into you.
“Hey hey, honey… it’s just a dream.” You patted his head softly as his eyes slowly blinked open.
He let out a large sigh, sitting up in bed and rubbing his face.
“Same one?”
“Same one.” He said in a defeated tone.
You rubbed his back soothingly before getting up to get a glass of water from the sink. Handing it to him in bed.
“Thanks honey.” You sat next to him as he took a large gulp, turning back to cuddle into your comforting frame.
As he gently lulled off to sleep in your arms, large arms wrapped around you. You mind wandered to all the things you could do to help your poor guy.
3 WEEKS LATER
You placed the gold box in front of Steve on the couch. Holes punctured in the top and a shiny red bow in the middle.
“What’s this?” He looked up at you curiously.
“Open it.” You smiled, taking a spot next to him.
Steve inched forward, slowly taking off the lid and peering inside the box.
“Oh my goodness.” Steve’s eyes widen in joy at the little ball of fluff, sitting pretty.
The calico kitten let out a small meow, standing on its hind legs and pawing at the walls, desperate to be picked up.
Steve took the small kitten in his large hands, encompassing it carefully as he brought it to his chest. The kitten immediately rubbed his ear against Steve’s jaw, purring at the contact.
“Y/N… you… you didn’t… omg I love him.”
“Her. And you’re welcome. I looked it up and the purr of a cat can help relaxation and healing. So, I thought maybe a couple of kitten kisses will help you sleep through the night.” You beamed at him, your hand going to scratch the little one’s head.
“Her. She’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” Tears started to form in the captain’s eyes as his heart burst at the ball of fluff.
“Think of her as our first baby.” You winked.
“Gotta name her… what do you think she looks like… Esmerelda, Fluffy, Ariel?”
“How about Soxs.” You grabbed the kittens’ paw, admiring the pattern of fur that gave her four perfect little white blocks.
“Soxs. Perfect.” He turned to you, kissing you on the mouth softly.
The two became inseparable with Soxs taking up permanent position sleeping between your heads at night.
The nightmares stopped but Steve got even less sleep after being woken up at 4am to Soxs wanting breakfast.
She'd follow him everywhere, doing little walks between his legs.
The whole of Avengers loved her, with Stark acting like a villain whenever she'd sit in his lap.
Her favourite place to nap was the Avengers meeting table.
Steve would feed her little slices of ham at dinner, dangling it under the table for her to catch.