#and Dick would totally give Steve a place to hide out

[morganski-19]

The One with the Trifle Pt 2

part 1 here

A little while later, Robin and Eddie return, bringing the trifle with them. Argyle, thoroughly stoned, walks over to it, leaning down to stare at it eye level.

“Looks great, dude. What is it?”

“English trifle. I found this old cookbook in a thrift shop and thought it looked good. And there was no oven involved, so nothing is burnt this year,” Robin points the last question at Steve, glaring at him.

Steve presses his lips together, trying not to say anything bad. “Yep, nothing looks burnt.”

“Just wait until you taste it,” she excitedly goes on. “I tried everything separately and it was so good, so I’m excited to see what it tastes like all together.”

“What’re the layers?” Argyle asks, still staring at the dessert.

“Lady fingers, then jam, custard, that I made from scratch, raspberries, more ladyfingers, then beef sauteed with peas and onions. More custard, a layer of bananas, and then some whipped cream. Weird right?”

Nancy chokes on her drink. “Weird. What’s weird about it?”

“The beef. Everything else is so sweet it just seems out of place. But then I was like, there’s a mince meat pie. And pies are sweet, so this is just normal for them I guess.”

Eddie claps his hands, getting everyone attention. Totally not nervous about all of this. “Yeah, so normal. Is the rest of the food ready? I am starved.”

They all sit down at the table and have their dinner. The rest of the food is very good, no complaints there. They play cards and talk in between dinner and dessert, after everyone helps clean up of course. Eddie might convince Argyle to give him a joint, just to prepare a little bit. Also, he hates Thanksgiving, so it helps.

“Remind me again why you hate Thanksgiving,” Nancy asks after crushing them all in a round of poker.

“My dad liked to think that you couldn’t get arrested on holidays, which isn’t true. When I was nine, he stole a car, immediately got caught, then got arrested. Happened again when I was twelve. And then I think again when I was fifteen, but I was living with Wayne at that point. Every year, people get together to be thankful, while I get reminded of my dick of a father. Who is probably in jail again for doing something stupid.”

Jonathan winces. “That sucks, man.”

Eddie shuffles the cards. “Yeah. But my uncle’s great though. More of a father to me than my own father was. Would have invited him if he didn’t already have plans.”

They play a few more rounds, Eddie able to sneak in win when Nancy gets dealt a bad hand. Jonathan even wins once, even though he’s a bit confused at what game they’re really playing.

Then it’s time, and Robin starts to plate the trifle. Taking a big spoonful of all the layers and handing them to everyone. Finally sitting down with her own piece, with a huge smile. Steve takes a deep breath in preparation. Nancy gives Steve one last dead glare. One that says both “this is your fault” and “if you mess this up, I will kill you”.

Jonathan pokes around the plate with his fork, inspecting it. Argyle looks actually excited to eat this and Eddie is just twirling the fork around in his hand waiting for someone else to eat it first.

“Steve, I want you to take the first bite,” Robin says, ever so sweetly. With just a touch of malice in her voice. “Since you always doubt my cooking so much.”

Steve nods, pained. “Right. Yeah, of course.” He takes a forkful of the trifle, skirting around the beef.

“You missed a whole layer there. I want to make sure you eat all of it.” Robin smirks at him. Steve can’t tell if it’s because she’s hiding something or because she’s made about his earlier comments. Mind too filled with the anxiety over eating this.

Steve stares at the dessert before his eyes, taking a deep breath before giving Robin a pained smile. Then eating the trifle, trying his hardest not to gag. “It’s great, Rob,” he says, trying to swallow. “So good.”

“Alright, now the rest of you.”

Nancy takes a breath before just shoving a forkful in her mouth. Looking like she barely chews before swallowing it. Jonathan eats it like anything else, looking partially confused, but taking a moment to register what all the flavors are. Argyle just keeps eating it.

Eddie doesn’t eat it at all.

“Steve’s right, probably the best thing you’ve made,” Nancy acts better than Steve did. “You should send me the recipe.”

“Yeah, dude,” Argyle says, plate now half empty. “This is really good.”

Robin bursts out laughing, causing the rest of the table to look at her. “I can’t believe you actually ate it. Oh my God.”

“What?” Steve says, half choking on the water he was drinking.

“I didn’t actually think that beef belonged in the trifle. Do you all really think I’m that dumb?”

Jonathan looks up from his plate, eyes squinted. “What’s going on?”

Argyle leans over. “Not sure but Robin’s laughing a lot.”

Robin stands up, taking her plate and throwing her piece in the trash. “Hold on a second.”

Eddie stands after she leaves, taking his own plate and throwing out his untouched piece of the trifle. “I need you all to know, that I had no idea about this before today. And if it weren’t for Nancy making fun of the way I slice green beans-.”

“Because no one slices green beans that way,” Nancy exclaims.

“I do,” Eddie says dramatically. “Wayne has done it for me that way since I was a kid and wasn’t the biggest fan of green beans. If you want them cut a certain way, you should tell people.”

Nancy pauses. “That is a good point. I’m sorry for getting mad at you.”

“Thank you.” Eddie sees Jonathan and Argyle still eating the not real trifle. “Oh guys, you don’t have to eat that. It was a prank.”

“What?” Jonathan asks, still not sure what’s going on.

Argyle leans over again. “This was a prank, we don’t have to eat this anymore.”

“But it’s dessert.”

“Yeah, but not the real dessert.”

Jonathan is not putting the pieces together. “Where’s the real dessert then?”

“Don’t know, man. It isn’t here yet.”

Nancy stands, taking the two plates in front of them. “I’m just going to move these.”

“Jesus, dude, how much did you smoke?” Steve asks, finally throwing his food away.

Robin comes back into the apartment with another trifle in her hands, this one beef free. She places it in the center of the table, smiling maniacally. “This is the real trifle.”

The real trifle looks exactly like a picture of one would. Layers of lady fingers, jam, custard, and fruit. All perfectly even, with not a speck of beef in sight.

“That,” Nancy starts, still in shock, “looks really good.”

“I know, right.” Robin sits back down in her seat. “And it really wasn’t that hard either. The only thing that I had to make myself was the custard, which was actually pretty easy.”

“I knew that’s not how cookbooks worked,” Steve says annoyed, glaring at Eddie.

Eddie shrugs, “It was part of the bit.”

Argyle stares at the new trifle. “I think you’re missing a layer there, dude.”

“No, she added an extra layer before,” Eddie explains. “This one is the correct one.”

“If you say so.” Argyle leans back into the chair, still skeptical.

The real trifle is dished out and eaten pretty fast. Everyone apologizing to Robin for doubting her. She sits with a smug look on her face for the rest of the night.

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[scoops-aboy86]

I like the idea of Steve showing Robin the first stretch mark he notices and he’s just so excited and proud of himself, and they haven’t really talked about it yet but shes seen how he and Eddie are together. So Robin just sort of rocks back thoughtfully on her heels and says, “I’m really glad you’re happy, Steve.” 

They basically share a brain, so he gets what she’s saying. He looks down and rubs the back of his neck, pleased but not wanting to make a big deal out of it, not wanting to make it weird—he knows that what he and Eddie are into isn’t exactly a common thing, and that’s Robin probably doesn’t want to hear about it any more in detail than she wants to hear about penises. (He’d tried to wax poetic about Eddie’s dick once during a Platonic Soulmates Movie Night and she’d upended the entire bowl of popcorn over his head, then ignored his incredibly manly shrieks that he would totally let her gush about Vickie’s boobies all she wanted without assaulting her with perfectly good food.)

Then Robin slings an arm around his shoulders and says, “Okay dingus, so what are we naming this little guy?”

“I’m sorry, you want to name my stretch mark?”

“Well, he’s going to have lots of little friends soon, right?” Robin grins. “We’ve gotta start naming them now or we’ll lose track of who’s who.”

Steve ducks his head again, because this is so dumb. But he has never loved her more and maybe his eyes are a little wet. “How do you even name… Like what, name it what?”

She pretends to think for a moment, pursing her lips and tapping a finger to them. “Mmm… Herman.”

“Herman?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a dumb name!”

“Okay smart guy, then what’s a not dumb name?”

“I don’t know—Otis!”

Robin snorts. “Herman is dumb, but Otis is fine?”

“Hey, that was my grandpa’s name!” Steve pouts.

“You are such a dingus—“

And so on and so forth, until eventually they dissolve into a slap fight where like, they’re both bouncing on the balls of their feet with their hands out like boxers only with open palms, and Eddie walks in on this and stands in the door for a good five minutes until they notice him and stop like caught little kids—he was just so captivated by the way Steve’s muffin top was bouncing over the waistband of his jeans. 

… Other way around… 

Maybe Robin has been watching Eddie make heart eyes at Steve for a while, before they all get a place together. Noticing that Steve always offers to share his food with Eddie and Eddie always smiles and accepts, and how Eddie lights up whenever Steve brings him snacks… and just how often that happens. And she wants her soulmate to be happy, but these two are taking forever to talk about their feelings so she decides to give things a little nudge.

“He cooks, you know,” she tells Eddie one day when he’s hanging around their place of work, and Eddie nearly faceplants in surprise on the counter he was leaning on. 

“W-what?”

“Steve,” she clarifies with a roll of her eyes. “He’s good in the kitchen. You know he took Home Ec in high school, right?”

Eddie, who had stuck to shop classes, did not know that. 

“Yeah, he was home alone a lot and got tired of fast food. It’s not something he gets a chance to do for other people a lot, so I’m sure he’d make you something if you asked him to.”

“I’ll, uh. Yeah. Cool.” Eddie clears his throat, round cheeks starting to flush a little. “Maybe I’ll do that.”

Less than a week later Robin comes home to her and Steve’s apartment smelling like baked goods and Steve shoots out of his bedroom wearing his favorite apron, grabs her, and spins her around in a hug with a rushed, “Thank you thank you thank you!”

She yelps but hugs back. Or possibly clings on for dear life. “Did it finally happen? With Eddie?”

“With Eddie,” Steve confirms as he sets her down, his grin huge.

“Oh my god, congratulations!”

“Thanks Rob. … He’s still here though, so you’re going to want to leave.”

“… Yeah I think that’s would be best. I do not want to know what that apron is hiding right now.”

“Robin, jeez!”

“Whatever dingus, you owe me. Call me at Vickie’s if you need me, Chef Casanova, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Do you think there would be a difference in how much Robin knows about Steve's kinks, depending on whether it's Steve or Eddie growing a belly?

oh man, i think there would be and i dunno if he'd ever go into detail with her as in like, actually what goes down in like super detail. but i think she would definitely know enough, he would tell her if she ever asked questions and she definitely definitely knows they're obsessed with each other.

i guess with steve it might start with like, pointing out that he looks a little different, that he looks good, the weight suits him. and it does but more importantly she can see how happy he is. maybe she sees how eddies hand rests on his stomach when they cuddle on the couch, or how he likes to offer steve bites of his food if they're having different things for dinner. likes to get steve something sweet when they watch a movie, refilling whatever snack it is if he gets up to got to the bathroom. robin notices, she notices steves soft eyes and pleased smile. so she points out his weight gently, kindly, says 'you like it don't you.' just to see him nod, 'its weird isn't it?' but again she remembers his smile, the ease of his laugh these days. 'nah.'... but he's still her best friend and that gives her the right to poke him and smile, sharp and teasing, 'and eddie likes it too, really likes it.' just to see him blush, cover his face, maybe pace around or wriggle where they're laid out on her bed. say 'yeah', answer if she asks for details, says how good it all feels, the kissing, the food, how eddie fucks him so dee- 'yep okay! i don't want details actually.' and they'll both laugh, and she'll look at him, her best friend, her soulmate, body a little different but she loves him so much. loves how happiness looks on him.

with eddie it'd be a little different, but she's notice, eddie is her friend too. she see him soften, eat a little more, that kind of thing. but more so, mainly, she'd notice the way steve notices eddie. watch him follow eddie with his eyes, sometimes a little dark, sometimes achingly soft. she'd see them sneak off, eddie pulling steve by the hand, steve slipping his hand into eddies back pocket. she once caught them mid makeout, eddie pushing steve agains the wall with his bulk, in a way that made so much sense, she knew what he liked in bed, this was just another piece of the puzzle that was steve harrington. (she noticed all that before squawking and covering her eyes, telling them to knock it off. all of them ending up with the giggles.) she points it out one day, steve with his head rested in his palm, watching eddie move around and then fall heavily onto the couch, right after finishing the meal steve cooked him. 'eddies getting bigger.' she'd say, no judgment, no care, he looks good. and steve, he just sights, loved up and dopey, 'yeah.' he'd said, all dreamy and she smiles, loves them so much, so happy for her best friend... but she still shares an apartment with them, can't have them get too comfortable. 'im gonna head to bed, sex on the couch is still banned.' and steve balks at her, but then he smiles, because he knows she'll love him no matter what. no matter what him and his freaky boyfriend get up to. it'll never change them.

<3

[halysborn]

‘ if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore. ’

« @sxmbol »« MEME || OPEN »

        “Ah, I was never really one for          working INSIDE the bounds of          the law, anyway.”

He might well be FLIPPANT, but he’s well aware of the situation’s GRAVITY. Here stands STEVE ROGERS, CAPTAIN AMERICA, currently on the run from every possible law enforcement agency IN America. A FUGITIVE. PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE. 

Not exactly the sort of place ANYONE would have thought he’d be. 

But Blüdhaven is safe enough, a lawless city brimming with corruption and crime - the sour stink of it’s rotting infrastructure dense enough to cover anything and anyone. At least for a while. 

Pushing open the door to his eastern most safehouse, he gestures for the fallen hero to enter. A quiet little apartment overlooking the harbor, lifted from the hands of a drug lord who now lives in permanency in a 6 by 8 cell up in Blackgate. It’s off the map and out of the way, a place for the Captain to gather his thoughts and plan his next move in relative peace. 

       “Should be safe enough here. I’ll         grab you some basic supplies,         but pretty sure Blüd won’t         recognize you. People here aren’t         really the NEWS-Y sort, you know?”

Lingering by the door, he lets Steve have free reign of the apartment, watching him move as he ponders the magnitude of recent events. A captain without a country and a country without a captain; a thousand reasons for each and every action taken but a tragedy nonetheless. Still, he can’t fault him for pushing back against the Accord. He can understand wanting to protect the people, he can understand wanting responsibility to be taken when and where required - but he cannot abide by the level of control it would give a single entity. SLAVING metahumans to a government body seemed but a step away from WEAPONIZING them, deploying them on battlefields around the globe. 

Soon enough, they were commodities, to be bought and traded and made and discarded. A slippery slope if ever he’s seen one. 

Not to mention the fact that Dick prefers to keep GRAYSON and NIGHTWING out of the same sentences. 

          “For what it’s worth, they can            use the word HERO for            whatever they want, doesn’t            change the fact that they’re            BASTARDIZING the concept.”

He leans against the door handle, taking a step back. 

          “You know the definition, Steve.            You’ve LIVED it.”

[widow-maximov]

I'll be your knight

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Dealing with sexism is a real struggle but eventually a line is crossed and anger is unleashed.

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's good enough :3

Word count: 3.5k

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Being an Avenger isn't easy, especially for any women that join the life style of a hero. You had to put up with sexist comments all the time, most of the time it didn't really bother you but the more you heard random men talking about your best friend like she was some toy, the more it annoyed you.

The comments towards you stopped when you were recruited by Tony Stark, there was some level respect for you and you kind of liked it.

You had some issues with opening up to the team but when Wanda, showed you they are harmless, you slowly opened up more and more as you knew that they were going to be your new family from now on.

Everyone on the team warned you about the one particular redhead but you didn't listen, you wanted to be her friend, she looked scary but is an actual softie, but only around you.

It took time for the Russian to even greet you when she saw you but for you it was worth it, you respected her and always been there for her when she had no one to turn to.

She warmed up to you as she saw the security you were offering her, and you never backed down from your offer, she wasn't keen on your presence but had to learn to accept it.

Even if she didn't trust you fully, that was okay. You trusted her with everything because you knew she was a human just like you and no doubt needed someone to lean on.

⸻⸻⋙☸Flashback☸⋘⸻⸻

You walked around, exploring the place that now it was your new home, you never saw anything more fancy than this place, the room you were staying in was more than enough for 4 people.

Your own tv along with your own big walk in closet and your own bathroom, literally a five star hotel, you didn't complain at all, you were just shocked at how spacious this all was.

Each room was bigger than the other and it was starting to get all confusing, when you left the room, you would get mixed up with the way you walked in.

You loved it but at the same time you hated it, you accidently bumped into the Russian, she looked sweaty in her work out clothes and you stared at her with awkwardness.

She eyed you and cleared her throat, attempting to walk past you and continue where she was going but you stopped her "I'm sorry to disturb you but I just want to know where I can find the gym"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly "I- um- I tried searching everywhere but I'm lost"

Usually when people stutter around Natasha, it meant they were obviously attracted to her but with how you stood and looked away from her just showed her that you were afraid of her.

She didn't smile or anything "Walk straight until you reach the end of the hall and turn left"

You looked at her but she was already on her way so you shouted "Thank you!"

You made your way with her instructions of where to go, she knew how to hide her emotions but it was totally shocking for you how she never had a smile across her lips.

This was your first real conversation, not the hello's or goodbye's. It was a proper conversation, well kind of a proper but it was a start and that's what made you happy.

Second encounter with the redhead was a lot better, the two of you actually had a normal conversation in the morning, you were barely awake so coffee was your way of helping with that.

Walking into the kitchen, not really expecting anyone up early this morning, but the sight of the yawning Russian met your eyes, you smiled at her the best you could as you turned to make yourself a coffee.

"You know there is a coffee maker here?" Her naturally raspy voice spoke which caused you to look at her.

"Yeah I seen it but I have no idea how to use it" You confessed, you weren't embarrassed, you just weren't that fancy to ever own one or even be around one.

She turned around without a word and pulled out a cup, placing it underneath the little nozzle and within seconds the coffee poured out, she took the cup and placed it down as she slid it towards you.

You looked at her and then back at the coffee "Thank you Natasha"

She nodded as she sipped on her own drink "Since you are the only person who is up right now, you mind taking a look at this report, I'm not really sure what it means"

You was taken back, she was asking you for help? Shouldn't she know all of the reports like the back of her hand? She noticed your silence "Or you don't have to, I'll probably figure-"

"No, no I have nothing to do today so I don't mind helping" You smiled and took the coffee with you as you followed her into the room where she had a loads of reports laid out.

You looked at all of them "You know you can work on two reports at a time?"

She nodded "I know but the more I do within a certain time, the less I have later on"

You nodded as you sipped your warm coffee, it was very different to what you were used to, but this was definitely easier to get used to. It was the first time Natasha spent more than 2 minutes with you and you were more than happy to accept that.

So from that time, the two of you worked every morning with each other on reports, you learnt so much from her and in some way she learnt more about you rather than from you, she was impressed by your calmness with her constant questions.

To be fair you wanted to open up to the Russian, she had that safety vibe coming of her and you knew that she would never betray you or your trust that you put in her.

The mornings spent on reports also turned into evenings and soon there was movies every other day, she loved horror movies but you on the other hand loved action movies, there was plenty of action as a hero of the world but it never was enough.

She started to show herself around you more often and you really liked how you could make her laugh with simply couple words. She loved how close she gotten to you and how you trusted her with everything.

She had some doubt but you were always to reassure her, she was thankful for it each time, so in return she would ask you questions about yourself and you never hesitated for a moment to tell her.

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But the problem was that not everyone saw it like that, they saw her for her body but not for her heart which is one of many reasons to why she was slow at opening up.

It angered you that people didn't want to treat her like anyone else, just because she was gorgeous didn't automatically make her less of a human.

Today was one of those days where you were busy, like busy busy, overloaded with bunch of reports that needed to be sorted before the next day, so you spent your whole day in you room, you glared at the clock on the wall.

You was doing this for 6 hours straight, no breaks so you decided to just do that. You stood up and stretched out, walking out of your room without anyone around, it did ignite curiosity in you so you walked around cautiously to see what was the deal.

Three of your teammates with two random agents were placed on the couch in the living room, trapping Natasha in between them, from her body language she didn't want to be there.

Bruce and Bucky along with Steve seem to laugh at the agents jokes, you moved closer to the door as you listened to what they were saying.

"Come on Natasha, you should do that power pose and show off that body" One of the agents spoke up as they eyed the Russian.

The other agent tried to move closer to her but hesitated, knowing she could easily tackle him "You can't let that body go to waste"

The anger was raising as words spilled out of their mouths, why didn't Steve stop them? Did he really think that as well?

"I was near to tapping that ass but you know women" Bruce made a comment as he laughed along with the agents.

"If she dyed her hair blonde, the amount of jokes we could make then" Bucky smirked as he spoke loudly.

Natasha was just taking in all of the comments, you could see across her face that she didn't enjoy it at all, so she stood up and what they did next made you finally act.

They all looked at her ass and whistled "Romanoff, you should dance for us, show off those curves"

"I am a little hungry as well, you might as well move that pretty ass of yours and make us something to eat" One of the agents spoke up as he laughed.

You walked in as you raised your brows at the 5 men sitting and eyeing Natasha as a piece of meat, you pulled her into you causing her to jump a little but relax when she realised it was you.

They all looked at you and the other agent smirked "Are yous going to put on a lesbian show for us?"

Now you wasn't just unimpressed but also pissed, you pulled yourself away from the Russian as you stepped forwards in front of Natasha "Listen here you little dick, If I hear that you even looked at Natasha in any way, I will fucking haunt you and make sure you don't live to see tomorrow"

His friend was terrified, he gulped when you looked at him "As for you, I want you to go and make her a fucking five star meal and if it's not good, I swear to god you'll regret being born"

He shook his head so fast as he stood up but you stopped him with your powers "You want a show? I will fucking give you a show"

You gripped his face, squishing his cheeks very firmly, your hand started to glow blue as you made him hallucinate that he was in pain, from the fact that he couldn't move and he felt as if his skin was being peel off he only could scream.

You looked at the 4 men who looked very terrified of you, your eyes had flames and you wasn't going to go easy, on neither of them "If any of you ever comment anything sexist or inappropriate about any woman, including Natasha. I will make your life a living hell"

"Do yous understand?"

They shook their heads and scattered away from you as fast as they could, you let go of the dude in front of you, he looked weak but he gotten up so fast that you could swear he had powers as well.

You turned towards Natasha, worried "Are you okay? Did they touch you?"

You looked her up and down as you made your way towards her, she shook her head with a small smile. You pulled her into a hug as a single tear slid down Natasha's face.

You pulled away as you wiped that tear off with your thumb "Why didn't you act Nat?"

"What's the point? It wont stop them from saying what they want Y/n/n"

The pain in your heart was strong at the words, how could any woman not be scared of what could happen if they do protest against men.

You cupped her face as you looked into her eyes "Natasha Romanoff, I promise you that I will protect you from their filthy mouths"

She smiled, this time it met her eyes which caused you to smile. You crushed on Natasha for a long time and promised yourself that when the time was right you would tell her but each time it was harder to do so.

Her and Bruce at the time were something but when she decided to break it off, you were there for her you told her she didn't need to tell you the reason to why she decided that but reassured her that it was probably a good reason to do so.

Now you are holding her face as her eyes are locked with yours, you could feel those butterflies in your stomach raise up "I will be your knight in casual clothes because armour isn't my style"

She laughed with her whole heart, causing you to laugh as well "Gosh I love you.."

You froze at her words, and so did she, her eyes widen at her words but she knew there was no way out of this so she pulled her sleeve and started to fidget with it.

Your hands were on her face but dropped at those words, you stood still trying to understand what just happened, she continued as she looked down "I hope that's okay but I love you Y/n"

You couldn't believe your ears, the woman who always had trouble opening up, right now was vulnerable with her whole heart to you and you was stuck, frozen as you stared at her.

"I never had anyone stand up for me the way to did today, I started to realise that I had feelings that one day when you were near to death on that mission" She was still fidgeting with her sleeve.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way but you just needed to know.." She confessed, she was standing in front of you holding her heart out in her hands, offering you to take it.

You smiled whole heartily as you looked into her eyes when you pulled her face by her chin "It's more than okay Tasha"

Your hands dropped to her hips as you pulled her in closer to you "Because I love you too"

That look in her eyes, you could see that she had those butterflies too, her eyes locked with yours, she tilted her head slightly to the side and crashed her lips against yours.

Her hands were placed on the back of your neck pulling you deeper into her kiss, you slowly backed her into the wall and when her back hit the wall, she gasped which you used the opportunity to slide your tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss became heated real quick, forgetting that the two of you were still in the public place, only when someone cleared their throat, make the two of you look where the sound came from.

Natasha hid her face in the crook of your neck as she quietly laughed at how awkward that is, you pulled yourself away from her as you looked in the direction of Tony, who looked at you with pure disgust.

"As if you never done this, but sorry you had to witness..." You rolled your eyes at him at first but looked over at Natasha who was still leaning on the wall "This"

She smiled as she intertwined her hand with yours and tugged it to pull you out of the living room, the two of you made it to her room but it wasn't long before you reclaimed her lips with your own.

This time it was a little bit more gentle, you backed her up to the bed as the back of her leg hit the bed frame, before you pushed her back and claimed on top of her.

The only light was the moonlight that was shining through the blinds, you kissed her passionately and redirected your kisses down to her neck, she moved her face to the side giving you more access to her neck.

You left marks as you slightly stank your teeth in but sucked the spot right after, earning a few small moans from the redhead beneath you, she was slowly turning into a mess but she managed to slightly pull you away.

"Don't you have a lot of work?" She asked a little worried but lust was more visible.

"It can wait" You declared as you looked into her eyes "Are you sure you want this?"

She smiled at you being caring and asking for consent "I want this детка (baby)"

You smirked as you placed a soft kiss on her lips and returned to her neck, giving it a couple more kisses and slowly moving down, the only thing that stopped you was the material of her clothes.

She slightly lifted herself off as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her upper body, you looked at her in admiration, her eyes had slight doubt across them but you were quick to reassure her.

"You are beautiful Tasha" You meant every word that came out of your mouth.

There was a blush across her cheeks as she smiled at you, your hand reached for the back of her bra as you unhooked it and pulled it off her.

You took couple of seconds to admire the view before attaching your mouth to her nipple, she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from moaning.

Your free hand glued itself to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as your mouth did, you moved your lips to her ear as your hand kept playing with her now hard nipple.

"I want to hear you Natty" You whispered into her ear and with that Natasha moaned into your ear causing a small smirk to settle on your lips.

You continued to kiss down her body until you reached the bottom of her stomach, you looked up at her to see if she was okay, she nodded to give you the confirmation.

You pulled her shorts off along with her underwear, exposing the bottom half of her body, you could smell her arousal which only fuel you on.

You teased her as you kissed her inner thigh, leaving marks there as well, you would from time to time lock eyes with her. You moved closer to her pussy, teasing her with your tongue causing some frustrated moans to escape her mouth.

Her hips would buck as you would teasingly lick her wet folds, she looked down at you as her eyes were consumed with lust "Please Y/n! Just fuck me already"

That's all you needed to hear before you attached your mouth to her dripping pussy, giving her clit the attention first as the more louder moans escaped her mouth.

You gripped her with your hands as your tongue worked it's magic against her hard clit, she was gripping the bed sheets as moans were spilling out of her lips, not caring if anyone heard.

You moved one of your hands as you slipped one of your fingers inside her and without letting her adjust you started to thrust into her, the feeling of pleasure was building up quickly in the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.

"Oh god" Those were the only words she managed to choke out, she was soaked which stoked up your own arousal along with her moans.

Her hips were quick to match your pace as you thrusted, bringing her closer and closer, you pushed the second finger inside and this time you curled the two fingers, hitting her spot all over again.

One of her hands gripped your arm as her nails dug into your skin, the other hand was still tightly gripping the bedsheet, her head was thrown back as you came up to her face.

Your pace of your fingers never slowing down but thrusting harder and fast "Let me show you how you should be treated instead darling.."

You kissed her lips as she moaned, you moved back down as you felt her walls tighten, knowing she was about to cum. You pushed your fingers even deeper into her, her breathing was heavy letting out low and loud moans.

You watched as the orgasm consumed Natasha with your name falling freely from her lips, you slowed down your thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm, holding her steady pulling your fingers out of her as you licked her clean, and moved back up to her lips.

Kissing her as she slightly moaned at the taste of herself into the kiss, you pulled away from her as she was still breathing heavily, staring into your eyes with a smile.

"Now it's your turn" She spoke in between breathes.

You shook your head "Not today darling, today's focus is you.."

You stripped yourself naked as you pressed your warm body against Natasha, glaring at the marks you left and holding her tight in your arms as she slowly calmed down from her high.

You were sure in this moment that you wanted to hear her moan your name till the rest of your life, it was the music to your ears and you didn't want it any other way.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Tamed

Summary: Steve is tired of you being rude.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bratty!Black!Reader

Warnings: smut, Captain kink, dubcon, blowjob, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie

(A/N: I have writers block so I forced myself to finish this WIP. This is has been a WIP for a loooooong time like one of my first stories but I never finished it 😬. Like, follow, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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Steve was clearly irritated with you. The way you walked around the compound like you owned the place. How you'd almost fucked up the last mission because you acted like you couldn't listen to his direction. He couldn't help, but think about what would have happened if you'd gotten hurt worse than the few scrapes and bruises you'd ended up with. Being the tiny little thing you were, no more than five foot four you were easily breakable despite how tough you seemed.

Now you were walking around the compound like a pouty brat because you'd been officially benched for a few weeks. He'd ripped into you as soon as you'd gotten home and even though he didn't know it you stood in the shower washing all the dirt and blood on you with blood shot eyes because you'd rather die than admit that he hurt your feelings.

Since then you'd been giving him the silent treatment. When he talked you ignored him. When you felt really annoyed you'd leave the room if he was there. You'd proven you could handle yourself from the start and yet he still didn't trust you and it made you want to throw something at his stupid perfect face.

Except right now you two there the only ones home. It was probably the first time ever that it'd happened. Natasha, Sam, and Bucky were on a mission for once letting Steve have a week off. Wanda and Vision were away on some romantic getaway. Tony was doing business with Pepper. Rhodey had been deployed to Korea for a few months. Bruce was giving assistance to a village that was being ravaged by sickness. Thor was god knows where.

You'd been spending your days either watching bad reality shows, reading, working out, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter, chatting with your non-hero friends, or eating junk food that you'd normally be scolded about. All while acting like Steve wasn't there even though he was annoyingly around you.

You had on a pair of way too short booty shorts that made your ass peek out. When you'd gotten cold and instead of changing into pants you pulled on a pair of thigh high socks. You laid on your stomach with Love and Hip Hop Hollywood playing in the background even though you weren't paying attention, legs up and swaying back and forth.

He'd walked into the common room eyes narrowed as he zeroed into you. You rolled your eyes as soon as you felt his presence. "We need to talk," he pretty much demanded.

You didn't look up, still scrolling on your phone. "Mmmm," you hummed.

"Whatever your problem is this needs to stop," he said.

You bit your tongue before taking a deep breath. You liked a picture that a beauty guru had just posted. "Mhm."

"The games need to stop, Y/N- wait, are you listening to me?" He asked. His voice was sharp. Inside you actually wanted to run and hide, but you were kind of determined to keep up this whole charade.

"Yup," you popped before a yawned escaped from your lips.

He kissed his teeth, chuckling sarcastically before reaching over to snatch the pink device out of your hands.

"Hey!" You protested immediately turning over. "What the fuck!"

"Oh glad to have your attention now," he mocked.

"Give me my phone!" You demanded, standing up to grab it from the much taller man. He held it out of reach and you stood on your tippy toes to make an unsuccessful attempt.

He smirked, kind of enjoying seeing your struggle. "Listen and maybe I will."

You glared at him, plopping down on the couch as you crossed your arms. "You're such an asshole!"

"You know what?" He yanked you up by your arm with a bruisingly tight grip the force making you gasp.

"What the fu-"

"Shut up," his tone was demanding once again. "I'm tired of you walking around here like a fucking disrespectful brat."

As much as you loved to push his buttons, you'd never seem him like this. He rarely cussed. Never had he talked to you like this before. "And, you're being an asshole," you couldn''t stop yourself from saying.

"Maybe if you learned how to follow directions, I wouldn't have to do shit to put you in your place." He'd managed to grab both of your hands, holding onto them tightly. His other hand went to your neck, putting just enough pressure to let you know he meant business. “Wanna keep talking shit?”

It was unlike you to suddenly get so quiet as you bit your bottom lip. This didn’t go unnoticed by him as his eyes were immediately drawn to your mouth.

“So this is what you needed.” He kissed his teeth. “Needed me to put you in your fucking place, huh.���

You shook your head not being able to help yourself as you still made an attempt at defiance. Of course you fucking liked it. Part of the reason you liked to annoy him was because he was kind of cute when he was all riled up. You just weren’t expecting him to go this far.

He turned you around, his hold still around your neck as he let your arms fall. Your back was against his front pressed to his strong chest. Your ass against his now hardening dick. The friction felt so good. You were itching for him to rip your tiny shorts away so he could have his way with you. “Am I going to have to teach you how to be good to your Captain?”

You let out a small gasp then still shook your head once again. “No,” you blurted out. You just couldn’t help it. He brought out the best in you. That doesn’t mean you didn’t want him to fuck you up for it.

“No?” He pushed you forward to where your ass was sticking up in the air. “Are you trying to make it worse for yourself?”

“Steve-“

“Captain,” he cut you off to correct you, ripping your shorts down your legs like you’d wanted him to along with your panties. “You call me Captain when you speak to me until you learn some fucking manners.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“Wait, what was that?” He teased as he started to rub your slit.

You didn’t reply instead trying to wrap your head around how he was touching you.

“I asked you to repeat yourself,” He said, his finger settling on his clit.

You licked your lips and tried to swallow your moaning. “I don’t remember.”

“Don’t fucking play with me right now,” he said smacking your ass so hard you knew you’d bruise.

“Captain!” You gasped.

It was like a whirlwind when he picked you up to throw you over his shoulder. You struggled against him, trying to wiggle away as he carried you off. None of it fazed him as you hit his muscular back. All he did was slap your ass your phone and ripped shorts went out of view. Fucking Steve. Those were your favorite pair.

He threw you on his bed, making you bounce up and then back down. “Ste- Captain,” you corrected yourself quickly, “why are you being such a, a-” you tried to find the right word.

“A what?” He snapped, grabbing you by your hair, daring you to finish.

“An asshole,” you finally said.

He grabbed your chin, squeezing your jaw before pulling away to slap your cheek. “Because you fucking deserve it.”

“Ow!” You whined. He ignored it as he forced you off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. Steve undid his pants, sliding them down his body. Your mouth dropped as his cock came into view. It was so long and thick and veiny. Of course even his dick would be perfect. “Holy fuck.”

He took advantage of your open mouth, putting the head on your lips fisting his hands into your hair again. “You gonna be a good cocksucker for me, Honey?” He grunted.

You moaned around him as you hallowed out your cheek. His language was still surprising to you, but you were still turned on like fuck. You pulled away from him quickly so you could take off your tank top, letting your tits fall free before sticking your tongue out so you could suck his dick again.

You tried taking him down your throat, but it wasn’t easy considering how big he was. Hell you had to open your mouth really wide to even take him in your mouth. How would was your poor pussy supposed to handle this. 

"I've been thinking about fucking your mouth for so long, Baby," he moaned as he put a hand on your cheek, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. You looked so perfect like this. Pouty lips around his dick as he fucked your throat, his balls hitting your chin, and your beautiful eyes watering. "You look so pretty with Daddy's cock in your mouth."

Who knew Steve Rogers had such a filthy mouth.

"Stop, Baby," he said, pulling his cock out of your mouth. Your lips were so swollen and cheeks puffy. "Finally you're being a good girl. C'mere." He helped you onto your feet before pecking your mouth. "Look at these pretty tits," he said, bringing his hands up to palm your mounds, tweaking your nipples between his fingers before laying a smack on each other. 

You yelped and tried to back away from him, only for him to grab your wrist again to spin you around. You were back to square one, but this time you were naked. 

"That's it, Baby. Look at that pretty little body. I'm gonna destroy that pretty pussy," he whispered in your ear and you keened. 

He walked you over to the bed and shoved you down so your ass was up in the air giving him total access to your cunt. He laid a smack on it before bringing his hands to your pussy again.

"You're soaking, Baby. You want me to fuck you, huh."

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it to him, but yes. In the back of your mind you'd always wanted him. Always wanted him to take you. Dominate you. Fuck you into submission.

He was just now finally taking what he pretty much already owned. 

"Answer me, Y/N. Or else I'll make sure you don't get the chance to cum."

You moaned. "Yes."

"Yes what?" He asked, smacking your ass again.

And, again you let out a yelp. "Yes, I want you to fuck me." And that's when he entered you, full force from behind not even giving you a chance to adjust to his big dick. Your pussy was being forced to stretch around him. As much as it hurt, as much as it felt like you were being violated, you fucking loved it. 

You pressed your face into the mattress letting out a moan into it. "You're gonna act like a bitch, I'm gonna fuck you like one," he grunted. The grip on your ass was bruising. You'd be all kinds of marked up in the morning.

“Captain,” you moaned as he stuffed himself inside of you.

His dick was hitting that spot inside of you. It was driving you crazy. He looked down seeing himself go into you and the way your tight cunt still hugged his dick as he pulled out. It left his creamy wetness on his cock. “Fuck,” he moaned under his breath. “God, that’s such a pretty sight to see. I could take a picture.”

All of that with the way you were moaning for him. Those cute whimpers that kept coming up through your throat. Maybe next time you could make a little movie so he could play it back later.

“See, little girls like you talk all that shit and can’t even take a dick. So pathetic.”

“Yes, Captain,” you cried out. “Yes. Fuck me.” It hurt so good the way he was doing you. The grip he had on your ass and the way he was forcing you to take every single thick inch. He was rutting into you like he had something to teach you and you had definitely learned your lesson. “I’m gonna cum,” you whined. “I’m gonna... I’m, I’m, I’m...”

“Already? Couldn’t even handle it a little bit?”

“Yes!” You screamed into the pillow. “Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes!” You came undone around him for the first time. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, body going stiff. It felt like every sense had been intensified. He didn’t stop. Keeping up his pace because he wasn’t ready. He needed to make sure he left you all fucked out. Needed to show you who was boss.

“See, that’s such a good girl. Cumming all for your Captain,” he said, grabbing your hair as your pussy tightened around him. It kept going like that for a few thrusts because he was trying to leave you sore and bruised before finally pulling out of you so he could push you onto your back.

He didn’t even give you a chance to react as he entered you again. “Captain!” You were to the point where actual tears were coming down your face. Not that it was going to stop him. Being a whiney little baby wasn’t going to get you anywhere with him. “I’ll be good!”

“That’s right,” he said. “I know you fucking will.”

“I’m sorry for being such a brat,” you sobbed as your body didn’t stop convulsing. He held your legs by your thighs.

“Don’t you ever, ever question my authority ever again.” He was pounding you so good with no mercy. He was so deep you could feel him in your stomach yet your pussy couldn’t get enough.

“I know I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Captain.” You sobbed as you tried to take what he was giving you, but it was starting to be too much.

“See that’s better,” he said not stopping as he fucked you hard. “Isn’t that better?”

You nodded feeling yourself on the verge of another orgasm. Your stomach tightening as he had you feeling like you were bent in half. How the fuck were you supposed to come back from this. There was no way you were letting another man fuck you ever again. No one would be able to fuck you this hard and rough.

He put one of your legs over his shoulder so he could somehow get deeper. You should have known that Steve Rogers would be a perfectionist even when he was hate fucking you. Yet you didn’t want him to ever stop.

“I’m fucking cumming.” You squealed.

“Now you can’t stop cumming on my dick,” he grunted. “Should have fucked the brat out of you forever ago.”

“Yes, Captain, yes,” you cried as you squirted around him. “Fuck, yes.” Your mouth dropped open. The look of desperation and ecstasy was only making him want to fully make you his. Made him want to cum in your tight cunt. Made him want to cum so deep inside of you.

Fuck it he wasn’t going to hold back. He grabbed your hair holding it tight as he finally started to unload inside of you. Wanting to give you every single drop of his white hot seed.

“Gonna cum so deep in this pussy,” he couldn’t stop himself as he rammed so deep inside of you, stilling so he could make sure you felt every inch. The feeling of him flooding your pussy made you tighten around him, gripping his dick like a vice. “Fuck!”

“Yes, Captain!” You raked your nails on his back as his hips stuttered into you before slumping on top of you.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He took a deep breath as he looked up at you. Surprising the both of you by kissing your lips.

He rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“No. Don’t say sorry.” You shook your head wincing at how tender you felt. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“It’s okay.” He chuckled. “I’m just not used to being talked back to. I actually kind of liked it. That’s why I went so crazy.”

You smirked. “Well, Captain, I can keep doing what I was doing.”

“Don’t push your luck. Or next time I might not be so nice.”

[instasiswetrust]

Steve's not quite drunk but there's a pleasant buzz under his skin that leaves him feeling pliant and loose, enough to keep any unsavory thoughts at bay for the time being.

The scent of chlorine and bleach that envelops him once he opens the pool doors, familiar comforts by now, help clear some of the haze of alcohol that has befallen him from his last drink taken at the Auris that night. Or morning. He's not entirely sure.

It brings back the memories that he had been trying so hard to forget. A lavender envelope had been in his mail that day, inside of it an invitation trimmed with delicate filigree. For Nancy's and Jonathan's wedding.

A fall wedding.

The type which he and Nancy had joked about back when they were together, not long before Jonathan had joined them.

He had gone through his work with the kind of detachment that usually meant nothing was truly registering. Adam might have noticed at one point, too attuned already to the tells under the porcelain of Steve's mask, but the memory is fuzzy and he can't remember if he ever gave a proper answer to his manager's concerned query.

As soon as work was done, he had made his way to the Auris in search of something to get his mind off the pain that clutched the shards of his heart like a vice. Or rather, someone. It had been his favorite dancer's day off or something though, leaving him to spend the rest of his night watching the dancers on stage and sipping on the ocassional drink.

Something had made him want to climb the stairs to the gym's pool, though. And that's why he was here now.

"Are you drunk?" The voice that speaks has become familiar in the same way the scent and sounds of the pool has and when he looks up to meet the eyes of its owner, he finds them startled if slightly amused.

"Only a little bit." He shrugs, plopping down by the edge of the pool with his legs crossed under him. The bleach might leave stains on his Levi's but he can't really muster enough energy to give a fuck right now. "'s not that bad."

"You kind of reek of cigarette smoke and whiskey."

Yep. Definitely amused.

"Spilled some scotch on my shirt. The smoke is probably from the cab driver." Another shrug but this time he levels Billy with apologetic doe eyes. "I can leave if it bothers you."

"You're fine, I was just curious." The blonde swims closer, crossing his arms over the edge next to where Steve sits once he's close enough. "First time I've seen you up here wearing something other than your ridiculous pajamas."

"They are not ridiculous!" Steve protests at once, pouting. "And you have seen me in swimwear too!"

"Last week you were wearing bright red shorts that said Bite Me across the ass, and a t-shirt that said Friends don't lie in big bold letters with a heart-shaped waffle at the center." Billy deadpans, raising a single eyebrow. "The shirt was at least two sizes too big for you."

"They were gifts." Brown eyes narrow into a glare but the petulant pout kind of offsets the vibe.

"I thought models were supposed to have taste in clothes."

"We're supposed to look pretty while others dress us. It's not in the job description to have taste."

"So you admit you have no taste then." Billy was giving him that smirk, the one Steve called insufferable but discretly considered hot as fuck. How dare he be so sinfully handsome.

"I said no such thing!" Steve crosses his arms over his chest, tipping his chin up in the perfect picture of snotty petulance. He could already feel the laughs bubbling in his chest, wanting to break the mock facade.

It takes only a second or two of Billy giving him an skeptical look before they are both laughing.

He had missed this kind of easy-going banter. Most of his friends he only saw around the holidays, and the environment at work was more prone to talks about weight loss and botox than anything else.

New York never slept but that only made it all the more lonely.

His sullen mood must've reflected on his face because he feels something poke at his thigh, meeting Billy's eyes when he turns to look at him.

"You didn't just come here so I could make fun of your taste in clothes, did you?"

"I-"

It's only then that Steve realizes Billy is right.

The reason his alcohol fogged brain has preferred to come up here rather than crash into his bed wasn't just some way of punishing himself even further. Not entirely at least. He had come here because it was a place of comfort for him.

And because he had a friend here, too.

"No. Not just that." Steve sighs, letting his eyes focus on the slow movement of the pool water instead of Billy's face.

"Do you..." A moment of hesitation, as if he's not sure about his words. "want to talk about it?"

Brown eyes close, keeping his focus on the in and out of air through his lungs for a few moments until he feels less like he's going to burst out crying the moment he sets these awful thoughts into words.

Makes them all the more real.

"My... exes. They are getting married. To each other." He doesn't open his eyes, doesn't do anything more than try to keep his voice steady even as the aching pain of heartbreak weighs down on his chest. "I received the invitation this morning."

There's a low whistle. It sounds like sympathy. It sounds real.

"That bites," Billy says, and his voice has a dulled edge to it. Commiseration with flavor, or something like that, but it's three am and there's nothing but cold tile and the soft wake of lit water. "Is this ... like a sudden spur of the moment thing?"

When Steve turns doe eyes to him, Billy raises up his hands, only moderately pruned, in an easing gesture.

"You don't have to answer. Just..." A pause. A beat as the swimmer looks for the right string of words. "Just trying to gauge how much of a dick move this is."

There's a laugh, dull and mirthless. A sad little sound.

“We have been friends since high school. All three of us dated for a bit longer after that. We went through some hard stuff together back in Indiana.” He shrugs, keeping his eyes closed. Tears at bay. “Was supposed to be the kind of friendship that lasted even after we broke up.”

It’s all my fault. He doesn't say.

My stupid heart and I. We ruined it all.

It takes a split second of contemplation, because, after all, they're total strangers. But once upon a time, someone gave Billy this sideways kindness and it helped. Maybe Steve and his overly fancy hair won't mind it too much.

So Billy acts on the impulse.

It's a tiny splash. Really very minuscule. Aimed and precise for the minimum impact upon the sitting duck target. But water is water. Nobody can tell tears from pool water.

"You were thinking too hard." He places the excuse on the table, sinking lower into the water, comfortable in this strange company. Even if the guy seems to be at the end of his rope. There's something about him. Like a dream you don't want to forget. "I could see the smoke. Had to cool you down."

The water is warm and yet is still enough of a shock to force Steve's eyes to open.

His first instinct is to protest, say something about the action being rude and uncalled for. Stand up and leave, most likely.

But what he sees in Billy's face — hears in his voice — is enough to give him a moment's pause. To truly appreciate the action for the small kindness it is.

This time when the tears dribble down his cheeks in quiet drops, he has something to hide them behind.

“You really think you're funny, huh?”

And if his voice is a little too wet to be considered normal, they don't have to talk about it.

"I'm hilarious," Billy says as he sinks a little lower into the water, mostly to hide his smug grin, but in part to hide away. "The girl gang that lets me tag along sometimes says so."

“Of course you are.” Steve rolls his eyes, using his fingers to brush back his mostly dry hair. He should probably wash the chlorine out of his hair before going to bed or it would be stiff come morning.

“Is that why you're trying to become a prune? For maximum fun effect?”

“Nah,” Billy waves off the prune comment. He’s hardly started his routine. Pool time ain’t over until everything has that post-workout burn and his stomach begs for food. Makes time easier to keep that way. “I just like to swim.”

Just like Tony Hawk likes to skateboard, he supposes, but understating his profession like this is one of the best parts of the job. Gotta get your kicks when you find them.

“Why? Got something against prunes?” He laughs, “They just want to help you. Healthy stomach, and all.”

“Not particularly, but they do remind me of my Nonna. She likes her prunes.” Another shrug, this time easier. Easy banter is much better than worrying about that little envelope sitting on his coffee table.

The tears have stopped too, the contacts itching slightly against his eyes. Probably from the mix of salt and chlorine. Thankfully, his cardigan is mostly dry and he takes it off to use it as a makeshift towel.

“Is that why you're always here at weird hours? You some sort of pool cryptid or something?”

“That’s only step one of my master plan.”

Billy likes the sound of pool cryptid. Sounds a lot more mysterious and fun than what he’s actually doing, which is training until he drops so the nightmares won’t kick up.

A snort, loud and sudden leaves Steve at that, straining a little in his throat. Mom would say it's undignified. Dad would say it's ugly. He doesn't particularly care either way.

“And pray tell, what would step two entail? Flooding the city?”

Cute laugh, Billy thinks briefly surprised. Much better than seeing the guy choke back tears. Let's see if he can't instigate a bit more of that amusement. It's bound to taste better than the misery the brunette wanted to wallow in.

"What kind of water-based supervillain do you take me for?" Billy, mock-miffed, places a hand over his heart and huffs. "That's so silver-age comics. And you're not even my henchman. Why should I tell you anything about my master plan?"

A finger taps at his chin, seemingly thinking hard about his answer. Steve's not particularly well versed in comics but Dustin’s done his best to keep him on the smallest of loops.

He no longer mixes Superman with Captain America, at least.

“Fair point. You don't have the looks to pass off as Aquaman.” Steve purses his lips, offering his best apologetic doe-eyed look. Although he's definitely bluffing because if there's anybody out there who could give Aquaman a run for his money it would be Billy. “And who says I couldn't be your henchman?”

"Did you fill out the paperwork?"

Everyone knows bureaucracy is the lungs of evil. Or something like that. Sue him, he was never great with metaphors on the fly.

“Honey, if I wanted to fill paperwork I wouldn't have taken modeling as a career.”

It's an exaggeration for the most part. Steve's too used to poking fun about himself these days that it doesn't sting as bad as it used. Not too much.

Billy cocks his head and lets the loaded sentence drop and drift away.

"Then guess you can't be a henchman."

“I can make killer margaritas, though.”

“I don’t really drink too much.” The nightmares get worse when he’s anything but sober. It’s better to be exhausted. It’s the easiest way. “Medication reasons.”

A little white lie that’s hardly a lie, he really shouldn’t drink with his ADHD meds, but who ever listens to that rule? Nah. Only when it suits him.

“Model thing explains your hair though. Glad we solved that mystery.”

“Fair.” Steve offers a smile, crooked and a little pinched at the edges but a smile nonetheless. “I’m not supposed to either. Nutritionist's orders.”

To be fair, he's not supposed to be drinking at all. Smoking too. It's a little hard not to indulge every once in a while, though.

The model comment surprises him. There's a billboard with his face just a few blocks down from this apartment complex. He can see it from his room. How has this guy not recognized him?

It's surprisingly refreshing.

“Hm? Oh no, the model thing has nothing to do with my hair. That's just personal taste.”

Now that Billy cares to look, Steve’s face is achingly familiar. Oh, the trials and tribulations of having attention issues. At least there’s a better reason for the weird familiarity than must just have one of those faces.

“Can’t relate.” He’s not particularly attached to any bodily feature of his. It’s a side effect, he’s told. Reassured. It's just a consequence, and nothing more. “Doing things with hair? Nah. Sounds too complicated.”

“Sounds like the kind of thing a pool cryptid would say.” There’s a story behind Billy's words. Something missing, hidden skin deep. Steve hopes the light jab helps diffuse that somewhat.

“What are you, a cop?” Billy smirks, and because he is the pinnacle of maturity, he dips under the water with an obnoxious splash.

“Asshole” Steve hisses, droplets dribbling down his bangs and into the cardigan bunched up in his lap.

With a sigh, he forces himself to get up. Might as well take that shower now.

Billy surfaces, still grinning, because even if the guy looks pissed at him, that means he’s not stewing in the past with his soon-to-be-married exes and the Hercules-class weight of baggage that relationship caused.

“Guys by the pool get splashed. No matter what time it is or how cute they are. Cryptid rules.” His smirk it's wide, tip of his tongue between his teeth. "If you weren’t prepared to get wet, then why’d you come?”

Steve shrugs, doing his best to ignore that peek of a pink tongue. “The local cryptid makes for good conversation.”

“So you’ve been watching me?” Billy makes a little show of floating back, caught in thought. “I don’t know how I feel about spectators.”

“I can stop.” Painfully honest. If Billy really wants him to, Steve would stop. He would prefer not to, though.

“Nah. I’m only pulling your leg.” Billy returns to the pool’s edge. Rests his cheek on the edge, looking up at pretty boy model Steve.

“Things get too quiet sometimes.”

Steve hums softly in agreement, feeling relief ease itself back into his bones. He would have stopped, yes, but he wouldn't have particularly liked the prospect of it.

“You come here every day? Or have I just happened to stumble in on the days you're around?”

"Almost every day. Sometimes I take this side-show to other pools." Billy cracks his best Han Solo roguish smile, levies it against Steve's still too flat smile. "Gotta keep the government guessing sometimes, you know."

“Of course, wouldn't want to get caught and all that.” A yawn gets past Steve's lips, startling him. He hadn't registered how tired he was. “I’ll keep that in mind, for next time.”

“Thank you.” Quieter. Softer. Barely above a whisper but loud enough in the gentle silence of the pool.

It comes just as soft. It's almost tender, really, as the word casts across the water and tile and the near-lonely pool.

"Anytime."

---

The next time Steve visits, it's once again 3 AM but he makes the mistake (is it really a mistake?) to bring a tin of sugar cookies with him.

"Oh shit, are you sharing, or is this all to tease me?"

Steve is sitting by one of the benches, already halfway through a cookie. “Come out here and find out.”

Billy narrows his eyes, lips pulled into a thin frown.

"Fool me once." He waggles a single warning finger and doesn't even really bother to dry off as he drags himself out of the pool to plop down on the floor next to Steve and steal into the snacks.

There are enough cookies for both of them stuffed neatly in a tin container. It's awfully pretentious according to Dustin, but then again Steve's Nonna always said cookies tasted better stored that way.

“I'm not mean enough to just eat while you watch. Yet, at least.”

"Oh just wait until you know me better." Billy chirps, shoving two into his mouth, wholesale and choking a bit.

"Robin and Carol would do that in a heartbeat."

“They probably would have a good reason too.” Steve teases, watching with amused eyes as Billy almost chokes. They are just sugar cookies he managed to scrounge up with whatever was in his kitchen. Nothing that good.

“Easy there tiger, cookies ain't going anywhere.”

"You have no idea how hungry I always am."

Steve blinks, surprised. The words come out before he has a chance to truly think them over. “I’m a good cook.”

"Prove it." It's out of Billy's mouth before he can take it back, but on second thought, he doesn't really want to. Steve's good company, or at least he has been so far.

And he hasn't had a nightmare since.

Good omens.

“You're kind of choking on the proof right now.” Maybe it comes out a little lighter, a little too surprised.

That's fine. Whatever this thing is, it doesn't seem like too bad of a chance to take.

“But if you need some more convincing, I can offer dinner too.”

Wheezing, but recovering, Billy grins up at Steve but there's a hopeful spark in his blue eyes that wasn't there before. "Fuck yeah, gotta make sure it's not a fluke."

Steve offers him the thermos of coffee he had brought with him, suddenly too distracted by watching Billy drink to remember what he wanted to ask. “Uh... When are you free?”

"This Sunday, I think. Getting back from a rapids trip that I shouldn't keep doing but like fuck am I gonna listen to other people for something dumb like my health."

“Is it like, you could die type of thing or just one of those things doctors say we should stop doing and everyone ignores? Because dead people don't particularly eat.”

"I do dumb shit because regular training gets boring and people who actually like me have to put up with it." Billy waves a dismissive hand. "But that's what it takes to get me moving on schedule so. Yeah."

It drives his coach insane because doing his reps in real rivers with real currents isn't exactly... well. It's not what everyone else does for training and given that he has passed out mid-stroke before, he can't even say the risk is just the current. But he knows that upstate rivers like the back of his hand.

Yeah, life would be way easier if he didn't have ADHD, less doctor's notes for the cause of amphs in his piss, but it would also be super boring and he'd be even more traumatized, probably. And that would suck.

Steve thinks of Indiana, and a bat full of nails. Of cliff diving at the quarry, drunk on stolen bourbon and tasting cheap cigarettes. Of the Auris with his slew of dancers most of who he's shared a bed with more than once.

He thinks he has some experience with the whole doing dumb shit just to get his schedule moving.

"I will take your word for it then." Hums, thinking back to his schedule and what he has paged in for Sunday. There was that casting thing Adam wanted him to do but it was morning. "I should be free on Sunday. Any allergies I should account for?"

“None that I know of.” Spoken cheerfully

“Great. Gives me more to work with.” And this time when he smiles, it's the most honest he's offered since they met.

---

When he finds it again, it is entirely on accident.

Adam had scheduled a trip to California for a gig, something about a new summer line of wetsuits and surfboards this company wanted him to advertise. It was a big opportunity and it was good cash too, of course so Steve wasn't going to question why they thought it a good idea to present a summer line in the middle of august. But as usual, he had forgotten to pack his suitcases until the night before, and now he was left to scramble around his apartment searching for his stuff.

So when he finds the lavender envelope buried under a few recipe books and a hoodie, still unopened, he doesn't think much about it and opens it. It's only when he's staring at the date stenciled in black calligraphy under Nancy's and Jonathan's name that he realizes what he's looking at.

Oh right. Those two were getting married.

The familiar ache in his chest is still there, but it's muted enough that he's surprised. Between canceling his exclusive membership at the Auris, and his relationship with Billy coming out to the media, he had sort of forgotten all about the wedding.

Maybe...

Grabbing his phone from the bed, he shoots his boyfriend a quick text.

How do you feel about being my plus one to my exes' wedding?

[harringrovetrashrat]

I Want It To Be You

(done as a commission for a friend)

Billy wasn’t totally sure how to bring it up.

He and Steve had been dating a while now, spending pretty much all their free time together. Billy’s roommate had been shocked to see him sleeping in his loft last week, for once not in Steve’s single. But who could blame him? Steve was perfect.

Steve had whirled into Billy’s life, put him in his place, and pulled Billy into a whirlwind romance of sorts. If you could call sucking Billy’s dick in the backyard of a frat house romantic. And Billy could, personally. Not only was Steve perfect personality wise, sweet but with fire, he was the best lay Billy’d ever had in his life. He sucked dick like a pro, and Billy was pretty sure Steve’s hole was heaven. Plus, his thighs were soft as hell and he made the sweetest sounds.

But Billy was curious.

Steve had been King Steve in high school, according to his friend Tommy. He’d stopped by for a weekend, hanging out with Billy when Steve had to go off for an appointment. They’d gotten stoned waiting for him, finding it easier to talk to each other with the haze around them.

“God, you should have heard these girls,” Tommy drawled, grinning. “Oh, Steve was so good, he treated me so well. Steve is so handsome, he’s the only guy I ever wanna fuck again. He railed me into next week, I’ve never had dick so good --” He cut himself off with a snicker as Billy scowled. “I assume you agree.” Billy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable.

“I mean, I wouldn’t know,” he said. Tommy turned his head, letting it fall to the side to look at Billy, one eyebrow raised. “He’s always bottomed with me.”

“Huh,” Tommy said. “Not that that’s weird or anything, he loves a good dicking--”

“Do you think he thinks I think he wants to bottom so he never asked?” Billy said, worried. Steve was proud, was out, but Billy knew he’d had trouble with boyfriends in the past. Boys who couldn’t see past Steve’s parts to who he actually was. Who let that dictate how they saw him. Billy liked to top, loved the feeling of someone squeezing around him, but he’d been curious about bottoming. Wondered how it felt.

Steve had never suggested it, so Billy hadn’t thought to bring it up. But now…

“Imma need you to repeat that,” Tommy said. “I’m too stoned to follow whatever that was.”

“Like,” Billy smacked his lips, leaning forward to take a few gulps of water. “Like do you think Steve is bottoming ‘cause he thinks he has to? ‘Cause like, it’s great, don’t get me wrong but…” Tommy nodded, patting Billy’s shoulder.

“Steve doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. Not after his last boyfriend. Honestly, he’d kinda shied away from guys for a while, so I was surprised when he mentioned you.” Tommy smiled, soft and gentle. “He really likes you, you know. Thinks you’re the bees knee .” Billy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his blush. “You know, you could just ask him about it.”

“Shut up,” Billy replied, smiling as Steve entered his dorm. He paused, eyebrow raising.

“You two having fun?” He shut the door, placing the towel Tommy and Billy had forgotten about into the crack at the bottom.

They’d all smoked together after and Billy had forgotten the conversation until later. Until he was laying down to sleep and it all came back. He had laid there, wide awake, listening to his roommate snore, thinking about Steve. About Steve fucking him with his long fingers, slow and sensual. About Steve fucking him with a dildo, going all King on him the way Billy would never admit got him going better than anything else. He’d come embarrassingly fast at the idea of riding Steve.

Now all he had to do was ask.

But he still couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t find a way to bring it up that didn’t make him sweat a little. Didn’t make his stomach do flops.

It was fitting then, that he blurted it out while Steve was talking about his English homework.

“What’s it like bottoming?” Billy said, wincing as his voice came out more of a shout than he’d like. Steve just blinked, eyebrows shooting up.

“It’s nice,” Steve said, slowly. “Kinda weird at first, but, I mean, it eventually feels really good.” Steve trailed his fingers along Billy’s arm lightly, making goosebumps rise on his arms. “Not that I don’t wanna talk about it or anything, but why?” Billy blushed, looking away and chewing on his thumb with a shrug.

“Tommy mentioned that you uh, you had a reputation at school--”

“Tommy running his mouth again,” Steve groaned. “That fucking--”

“And I kinda wanted to try it? With you?” Billy couldn’t look at Steve. “I’ve never really trusted anyone enough, but I’m curious and you’re supposedly really good, and--”

“Whoa whoa,” Steve said, grabbing Billy’s cheeks and turning his face so he could look Steve in the eye. Steve’s eyes were wide, pupils blown, a light flush on his cheeks. “Are you serious? You really-- I mean I figured you’d rather top.” Billy shrugged.

“I like topping, but I mean… I’ve never tried bottoming before and I’d really kinda like it to be you. That tops me. First.” Steve inhaled sharply through his nostrils, catching his bottom lip with his teeth, slowly letting it pop out.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yeah. Yeah let’s-- Let’s plan a night.”

“We can’t just--”

“We’re gonna be fully sober, Billy,” Steve said. “And there’s kinda some prep that goes into bottoming for you.” Billy nodded, smiling at Steve. Wonderful, lovely Steve. Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb along Billy’s cheek. “You’re such a dream,” and he crooked his mouth in a grin, and Billy swallowed thickly. He didn’t know what to say. No one had ever called him that before. Instead, he pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was Saturday morning and Billy was anxious. He’d prepped, he’d cleaned, but he hadn’t stretched, wanting Steve to be the one to do that. Wanted desperately to know what those fingers felt like inside him. Billy shook his head, shifting awkwardly and ignoring his half chub, hoping it would go away. He still had time before going to Steve’s, so he ran to the coffee shop on campus and grabbed himself a breakfast sandwich and black coffee, as well as a dnaish and fancy sweet drink for Steve. The line was longer than he’d have liked, too close to finals for it to be as empty as usual for a Saturday, and he had to run for Steve’s dorm by the time he had paid and gotten the drinks and food.

Steve yanked the door open when Billy arrived, smiling when he held out the coffee and bag of delicious pastry.

“Good, we’ll need the energy.” Billy smirked as Steve turned, heading back into his dorm. Steve had a single, which Billy was always grateful for. They never had to worry about being quick or quiet. Well, quiet for a roommate. Billy was positive Steve’s neighbors hated him. Luckily, he gave absolutely no fucks.

“So,” Billy began, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “I did what you said. Everything is clean.” Steve smiled at him, tucking his head down to give Billy a sweet, chaste kiss.

“You’re so cute,” he said. Billy huffed.

“I think the word you’re looking for is sexy. Unbearably hot. An absolute fucking sex god--”

“Oh my god,” Steve laughed. “Fine, fine. You’re the sexiest man alive. And also the cutest.” Billy tried to bite back his smile, but it was hard. Steve shifted nervously from foot to foot before pulling out a tub from under his bed. Billy’s eyes widened when he set it on the bed and opened it up.

He’d never seen so many sex toys in his life.

“Damn,” he breathed, reaching out and grabbing a monster of a dildo, blue and ribbed. Steve blushed a little, scratching the back of his head. Billy sat down on the bed, looking through the box. Steve sat on the other side.

“I’ve been growing this since like, high school. So I have a lot.” He dug around, pulling out what looked like a harness.

“What’s that?”

“So, here.” Steve dug around in the box, grabbing a flesh colored dildo of pretty average size. He connected it to the front of the harness. “This is the strap. Makes it so I can fuck you properly,” he said, smirking a little. Billy swallowed, feeling something churn in his belly. Something warm and good. Steve bit his lip, setting the strap down and crawling forward, pressing Billy onto the bed. Billy let his head hit the pillow, gazing up at Steve as he hovered above him. “If I do anything that hurts or that you don’t like, you tell me, okay?” The genuine concern and care in Steve’s eyes was way more overwhelming than the idea of a dick in his ass. Billy swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he rasped hoarsely. Steve smiled, soft and kind, and swooped down for a kiss. He gently licked into Billy’s mouth, making him sigh contentedly. Billy slowly heated up the kiss, sucking on Steve’s tongue and biting his lip. Steve groaned, grinding his hips down. Billy had been half hard since this morning, and the friction was delightful, making him gasp. Steve took the chance to roll his tongue in Billy’s mouth, moving to kiss down his neck as Steve’s hips rolled, grinding slow and steady against Billy. They moved against each other, breathing each other’s air, until Billy couldn’t take it. The feel of Steve against him, sweat pants damp from how wet he surely was, was too much. He was already close. “Steve, baby, please--” Steve groaned and pulled back, moving from on top of Billy. Billy rolled over, pushing up onto his elbows and knees. “ Please.”

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed as Billy gave a cheeky grin, despite his blush. He moved so he could see Steve, bangs falling in sweaty pieces across his forehead, cheeks and lips flushed. Billy bit his lip. His nerves were settling now as it got closer, overwhelmed by the anticipation and excitement. Steve slowly pulled Billy’s shorts down, inhaling sharply when he realized Billy was going commando. It wasn’t different than usual, but it never failed to get Steve riled up. He cupped Billy’s cheeks, kneading them as if in a trance, pulling them open to stare at Billy’s hole. It made him shiver.

“Come on, Harrington,” he purred. Steve fumbled for the lube, squirting some onto Billy’s crack. He hissed at the cold, though his skin quickly warmed it up. Steve rubbed it around his hole, breath loud, before squirting some on his fingers.

“One first, okay?” Steve said. Billy harrumphed and stuck his ass out. Steve laughed, biting his lip as he teased Billy’s rim. He prodded gently, sweetly, pushing in to the first knuckle, wiggling, and finally pushing in more. Billy’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes. It was different. A feeling he wasn’t used to. But it wasn’t bad. Steve pushed his finger in and out, wiggling it before curling. Billy’s toes curled and he gasped a little, pushing back against Steve’s finger. Now that was fucking nice. Steve gently rubbed for a minute before pulling his finger out. Billy whined. “Oh my god,” Steve chuckled. “You’re so horny for it.” Billy stuck out his tongue, ignoring how hot his face felt.

“Like you’re any better!” Billy propped himself up, putting on his slutty Steve face. “Billy, oh Billy please! Lemme cum, I wanna cum, just touch me!” Billy yelped, letting out a long moan as Steve sunk two fingers into him, giving his ass a slap.

“Dunno that you should be making fun of the guy with his fingers up your ass, babe,” Steve said.  “Dunno that I like it when you get all sassy when I’m just trying to make you feel good.” He slapped Billy’s ass again. Billy grunted and his dick jumped.

“Shit,” he hissed. Steve kissed the small of his back.

“Just wait till I find your prostate, sweets.” His voice was commanding, but sweet. It made Billy wanna listen, wanna follow his rules, wanna-- Wanna worship him.

“Oh?” Billy panted. “This the King Steve I’ve heard so much about?” Steve grinned, scissoring his fingers. Billy pushed back, sighing against the stretch. It felt good. They moved together, Steve alternating between scissoring and just pistoning his fingers in and out.

“God, you’re gonna be so tight, baby,” Steve hummed, kissing along Billy’s spine. “You’re gonna love when I fuck you. I’m gonna start slow until you can’t stand it, show you just how good you make me feel.” Billy shuddered, moaning against the sheets. Steve added more lube, and a third finger. “You’re taking these so good. Shit, Billy. Being so good for your King.” Billy grinned as his dick kicked, and he pushed back against the fingers. After a moment, he curled his fingers just so, making Billy violently twitch. He let out a loud moan, biting the meat of his palm to quiet himself.

“Fuck,” Billy gasped. Steve had paused, and when Billy turned to look, his eyes were wide and his jaw dropped.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. He pulled his fingers out, standing up and shedding his sweats and boxers. Billy could see how wet, how excited he was as he pulled on the strap, moving to get behind Billy. “You think you’re ready?” He slapped Billy’s ass again, getting a low groan, rolling a condom onto the dildo and lubing it up. Steve rubbed the dick along Billy’s crack.

“Fuck me, Steve,” Billy growled. “For fucks sake.” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re so demanding. If I recall correctly, I’m giving you the King Steve treatment, not the Follow Billy’s Rules treatment.” And before Billy could reply, he slipped in, slowly pushing in the head before pausing, giving Billy time to adjust, before slowly pressing in again. Billy’s jaw dropped and he pushed back, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he whined. Steve licked his lips, smirking.

“Yeah? You like my dick that much, Hargrove? You should see the others.” Billy shuddered as Steve bottomed out. Billy swallowed, panting wetly against the sheets.

“Yeah,” Billy moaned, feeling so full and content. “Fuck yeah.” Steve moved his hips out slowly, leaning forward to kiss Billy’s shoulders and down his spine, sucking hickies between his shoulders. Billy was shaking under him, grasping the sheets tightly in his fists.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve groaned. “I wanna see your face. You okay moving positions?” Billy nodded, biting down on a whine when Steve pulled out. Gentle hands guided him onto his back, hair like a sweaty halo around him. Steve looked down, so beautiful and fucking hot. Everything Billy could ever dream of. He pulled Billy up by the back of his knees, maneuvering them over his shoulders and slipping back in slowly, breathing heavy and pointed. Billy gasped, throwing his head back as he reached up and clamped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve grinned down at him, brown hair damp and hanging around his face.

“Liked that, huh?” Steve purred, slowly pulling back out. Billy couldn’t do much but pant, hand clenching at Steve’s pale skin as he felt the dick slide out. His brain was melted goo, struck dumb by the feeling of Steve pressing into him again, keeping his pace aggravatingly slow and steady. “Fuck,” he whispered, kissing along the column of Billy’s neck. Billy closed his eyes, almost overwhelmed. “You look so good, baby, stretched around me like this.” Billy could feel himself blushing, but he knew the feeling of watching your cock sink into your lover, and his dick kicked, wondering if he looked as good as Steve did.

“Shit, Stevie,” Billy groaned as Steve bottomed out again, pausing in his movements. “Fuck, baby…” Steve shifted, moving forward so he could press deeper into Billy. The harness of the strap rubbed against Billy’s skin, creating a wonderful addition of pleasure to the feeling of being so full. Billy breathed deep, biting his bottom lip as Steve pulled out again, still going maddeningly slow. “Come on,” Billy whined, trying to move his hips so he could speed things up. “Fuck me like you mean it! Like King Steve would-- Fuck!” Billy hadn’t even finished his sentence when Steve smirked, smug and cocky, before slamming his hips back in. His pace was almost brutal, their skin slapping together as he pistoned in and out. Billy forgot what words were, mind blanking as Steve shifted and hit his prostate. He got so much deeper at this angle. And Billy could watch him, see him come apart. Billy moaned, low and rumbly, biting his lips to try and keep from making too much noise. The bed itself rattled against the wall of Steve’s dorm, probably pissing off the neighbors, but fuck them. Billy was getting fucked within an inch of his life, they could suck his dick.

Well, not actually. He’d much prefer if Steve did that.

“You’re so beautiful,” Steve murmured, hand running down Billy’s chest before moving back up to tweak his nipples. The other hand stayed on Billy’s hip, gripping tightly. He slowed his pace down, pulling out with care before snapping his hips back in. Each snap of his hips, each slap of skin, each squelch of lube, sent jolts straight to Billy’s dick. It leaked against his stomach and he arched into Steve’s touch, eyes snapping open, though he barely saw anything. “My beautiful guy,” Steve sighed, leaning down to kiss Billy as he buried his dick deep inside, keeping his hips flush to Billy’s ass. It made his back arch and he reached for his dick, jerking himself rapidly. “Yeah,” Steve breathed, kissing Billy’s neck sloppily, tongue leaving a trail along his collar bone. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he whispered into Billy’s ear. He licked the lobe, giving it a bite. Billy arched, crying out as he came, shooting up his stomach and chest. He gasped loudly, groaning low and long as he stripped his cock, sperm dripping out and onto his stomach, slicing down to pool in between his pecs. Steve pulled out slowly, lowering Billy down before licking at the cooling sperm on his skin. He slurped it up, loud and obnoxious, just like Billy liked. Billy shuddered, licking his lips and pulling Steve up for a kiss. Steve hummed into his mouth before pulling back. He swiftly removed the strap, climbing into bed and pulling Billy against his chest.

“Wow,” Billy said, voice raspy from how loud he’d gotten. He never made that much noise but, well, that was Steve. “That was just-- Wow.” Steve smiled, kissing the back of Billy’s neck.

“You’d wanna do it again?” Steve asked, sounding a little vulnerable.

“Honestly, gimme a few hours, and I’ll be ready.” Steve laughed, loud and bright, before pulling Billy even closer, matching grins on their faces.

[holylulusworld]

Stronghold (3)

Summary: Two years after the people returned from the blip you find yourself searching for your purpose in life.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader, former Sean x Reader

Characters: Ofc’s

Warnings: angst, isolation, comforting, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cuddling & snuggling, lumberjack vibes, language, jealousy, mentions of blowjob/protected sex, breeding kink, wish for child

Words: 2,9 k+

<< Part 2

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“Steve,” you fist the sheets, try to grab anything to hold tight onto whilst the man behind you has a grand time taking you apart. “Oh-god, Captain!” you cry out, falling exhausted onto the bed.

“Look at you,” Steve purrs, watching his seed run down your thighs, a smirk on his lips. “You know, we could have used a condom. I got one left.”

“Damn, we used like thirty condoms in not three weeks. I bet that’s a record,” you exclaim, giggling into the cushions. “I never thought I would say so, but I need a break or you’ll break me with your dick.”

“Break,” he is covering your body with his larger frame, to press his face into the crook of your neck. “I’ll grant you a break, doll.”

“The snow, it melts slowly, and I thought we could talk about me staying here. I mean, are you sure you want me to stay? We barely know each other,” Steve chuckles, nibbling along your shoulder.

“We know each other very well, Y/N,” you groan, pressing your ass against his crotch. “I didn’t mean our bodies, Steve. Do not distract me, Rogers.”

“I just need to know if you are mad that I lied about the snow to keep you here,” Steve murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “I want you to stay, but not pressure you.”

“I could’ve left anytime, Steve. I just need to know if you would’ve let me go,” gasping Steve rolls you onto your back, nodding eagerly. “Of course, doll. I would never keep you here if you want to go.”

“I don’t want to leave, Steve but free will is important to me. I didn’t believe you wanted to keep me hostage, even though, you’re a damn sexy kidnapper,” you wiggle your eyebrows, licking your lips. “How about we talk after a hot shower, breakfast and you telling me how the heck you are hard again.”

“Perks of the serum, Y/N,” grinning cheekily Steve looks at your glistening sex, groaning silently. “If not for the break, I’d devour you again…”

“Fuck the break, Stevie,” you grasp for Steve’s shoulders, looking down your body to watch his rigid cock take you apart all over again. “I love how you fuck me.”

“Jesus, doll. We are going to be sore the whole day if we don’t stop doing it,” laughing at Steve’s words you wrap your arms around his neck, pecking his lips with every thrust. “But I’ll risk it with pleasure.

“God, I’ll never leave your bed, shower, or this cabin again. Not with the way you claim my body,” Steve groans at your words, digging his fingers deeper into your ass to speed up. “Holy fuck!” Another high spread through your body enlights all nerves until you go limp in Steve’s arms.

You fall against his chest, whimpering when his warmth fills you. “I don’t even care if you knocked me up, Steve. I don’t know why, but I feel like I belong.”

“Same, Y/N. I mean, no other girl made me sore down there,” Steve grins, pecking your forehead. “I suggest we have a break until tonight or we will not be able to sit properly.”

“Worth it, Steve. Totally worth it,” exhausted you just rest your body against Steve’s chest, sighing dreamily. “Love you, my sexy lumberjack.”

Steve's heart jumps in his chest, almost bursts open when you sleepily mumble the words he hoped to hear. “Love you too, Y/N. I know this is sudden, but I feel a connection to you I never felt before.”

“My sexy lumberjack is mine,” you smirk, lifting your head to meet Steve’s eyes. “I am like a plague or foot fungus, hard to get rid of.”

Steve laughs, even shakes his head at your words, not wanting to ever get rid of you. “How about we get dressed, have breakfast, and check if it’s safe to drive today.”

“Sounds like a plan, Captain. Do you have any safety instructions?” giggling you hide your face in Steve’s neck, kissing the mark you left softly. “I mean, I never traveled with a hero and the savior of the world before.”

“Just stay close to me, look pretty, and don’t make me devour you again for a few hours, even I feel sore,” you snort at Steve’s words, letting him carefully pull out. “I am afraid we have to shower again to get my dirty girl clean.”

“Naughty, lumberjack Rogers,” you tease, biting his neck again. “Now clean the mess you made down there. I can’t travel with Captain America while his cum dries on my thighs.

“Doll, stop talking like that. I can’t guarantee I will not break you,” Steve presses you against the cool tile wall, holding you there. “I can still take you apart.”

“Later, Captain…”

“Did I ever tell you that you look like a domestic dream while making breakfast for me,” you peck Steve’s cheek, glancing at the eggs he made. “Such a great catch. Good looking, smart, strong, a good cook and we do not want to talk about your qualities in the bedroom. I guess you’re mine, no discussion,” you swoon, preparing the plates. “I…I feel good with you Steve.”

“I feel good with you too, and I do not mean the physical part,” smirking Steve watches you steal a slice of bacon. “We match in the bedroom too, but I love how you accept me, my decision to give up being Captain America and that you let me read you a book every night.”

“I love curling in your lap and listen to your deep voice lulling me into sleep. No one gave me the feeling of being save before,” you round the kitchen counter to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. “I don’t want to leave our stronghold.”

“Doll, we have to leave one day or another. I want to buy more supplies, especially condoms,” hiding your face into his flannel you giggle. “I mean, I could just get you pregnant but I don’t know if we are ready for tiny lumberjacks running around the cabin.”

“I can get a new shot, Steve. I kinda like to feel you fill me up,” Steve groans, smirking when you let your hands wander over his chest, down to his abs. “I like it when you mark me.”

“I like it too, doll. Now eat, and we can get dressed to drive to your storage room. We will have to make a list. Spring is close, but sometimes even during spring the snow comes back, and we are snowed in again.”

“Ready?” Steve can see the hesitation in your eyes. Somehow you believe you will not return to the cabin if you leave it now. “We will drive to your storage room, your doctors’ practice and later, we’ll get everything we need.”

“I don’t want to go,” whining you wrap your arms around Steve, pressing your face into his wide chest. “Promise me to bring me back here, Steve.”

“Promised, Y/N. I’ll bring you back here and no one can stop me,” Steve pecks your lips, running his hands up and down your arms to calm you. “Now take a deep breath and we go to my car. Maybe we see your friend the wolf.”

“No! That asshole can stay away!” You grunt, following Steve outside of the cabin. He locks the cabin with remote control, giving you a wink.

“Stark technology. No one gets inside when I am away so,” he smirks, cupping your face, “your friend the wolf can’t wait for you on my bed.”

“Awe, what a pity, Steve. I wanted to have a party with Wolvie later,” taking Steve’s offered hand you walk toward his SUV. “You know, I never thought I’d return to my hometown with Captain America.”

“All done,” you sigh, rubbing your upper arm. “I got a shot and my doctor will send my file to the doctor I found. She has her practice not far away from the cabin in town.”

“What’s next,” looking at the list he made Steve crosses your doctors’ practice out. “We got your shot; I bought more books at this nice shop. Anything else you want to do except for getting your things from the storage room?”

“We could have a break. Over there is a nice café,” your stomach rumbles, and Steve snickers, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Let’s have a snack and we can take care of the storage room later.”

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” Steve smiles at your words, not giving away he loves when you call him your boyfriend. “Always taking care of your girl.”

“Always, doll.”

“I’ll have a slice of your cherry pie and one of the cupcakes with strawberry flavor. My boyfriend wants a slice of apple pie, whipped cream, and the blueberry muffin,” you order and Steve smirks.

“What if I do not like apple pie, Y/N?”

You slide your fingers over the hand he placed onto the table, meeting his gaze. “I know you like it, Stevie. I could bake you one too.”

“Hmm, doll. I guess this means I can never let you out of my clutches. You belong with me,” Steve leans toward you to kiss your lips softly. “Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Steve,” you run your fingers through his hair, smiling as he closes his eyes to enjoy your touch.

“Y/N?” A voice you thought you would never hear again let your body go stiff. “I knew it’s you when you walked into the café. You never could resist Milly’s pie,” Sean coos.

“Who’s that?” Steve ask already knowing who ruined your romantic moment, you showed him one of the few pictures on your phone.

“I am Sean Morton, Y/N’s husband,” Steve gets up to intimidate tower over your ex-husband. Sean’s eyes widen, and his hand hurts when Steve takes it to squeeze it a bit too hard.

“Ex-husband,” you pipe. “We signed the papers, Sean.”

“Right,” panting Sean presses his hand to his chest, whining as the pain will not subside. “How have you been, Y/N? The last thing I heard was that you wanted to go on a trip. Seems like you found yourself a lumberjack to keep you warm.”

Now Steve takes off his sunglasses and the base cap. He can see the change in Sean’s posture. Your ex-husband’s shoulders slump, his jaw goes slack, and he gasps audibly.

“How impolite of me, Sean. I am Steve, Steve Rogers, Y/N’s boyfriend, and the man taking her on the trip. It was a great adventure,” Steve lies, and you smile up at him, nodding eagerly.

“There was a wolf, Sean. Can you believe that wild beast ran off only as he got a glimpse of my tall boyfriend? He didn’t even need his strength,” you smirk when Sean’s girlfriend, the woman you found in your bed steps toward your table.

“Steve, baby,” you get up from your chair, moving your arm around Steve’s waist. “This is the woman I told you about. The one I found in my bed,” you smile sweetly, loving the way her face falls.

“Well, I have to thank you, Sean,” your ex-husband tries to swallow the lump in his throat watching Steve, wrap one strong arm around you, “without your infidelity there was no chance for me to find the love of my life,” Steve narrows his eyes, silently warning Sean to retreat and leave you alone.

“Yeah-uh, erm,” stammering Sean nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “I just came over to say ‘hi’, that’s all. Have a great day and enjoy the pie.” Steve smirks hearing the woman ask if you are with Captain America.

“Well, that was unpleasant,” you lean your head against Steve’s shoulder whilst he drives toward the storage room. “But it was freeing too. I am glad he saw that I moved on with a better man.”

“I wish you never experienced such betrayal,” Steve parks the car, smiling when you look up at him. “Steve, I am not sorry as I met you this way.”

“Let’s get your things and drive back home,” home, the word makes you feel warm.While you watch Steve get out of his SUV you smile again, when he opens the door to the passenger seat, holding out his hand.

“Always the gentleman, Mr. Rogers,” you smirk, placing your hand into Steve.

“A nice collection of books”, Steve hums, carrying the last box toward the car.

“Such a pleasure watching you carry heavy things,” you giggle when Steve slaps your ass playfully.

“Captain Rogers,” biting your lower lip you watch Steve bend down to cup your face. He’s pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “You naughty man.”

“Only for you, doll.”

“We've got everything inside,” you fall onto the couch, groaning. “That guy looked at us as if we want to rob the store.” Steve strips his plaid of, and you whimper watching his muscles flex.

“We bought their whole stock of condoms, doll. What did you expect to happen?” Steve grins, it’s a dirty grin and you feel your core ache for him once again. “Not now, kitten,” he purrs, and you crawl toward Steve, watching him with doe eyes and parted lips.

“You know, we could test those condoms,” you snicker, pointing toward the bag filled with condoms, lube, and other things to pass the time the best way possible. “Cherry taste, Stevie. I could enjoy the taste and your cock on my tongue.”

“Holy,” Steve groans, not wanting to give in again. “We need to sort the supplies, find a place to store your clothes, memorabilia, and everything else.”

“Later,” you try, batting your eyelashes. “I want to taste your dick with those condoms, Steve.” You can see the struggle on your boyfriend’s face but this time he stays adamant.

“I’ll give you all you want later, doll. Now let’s unload the boxes, let me drive the car into the garage,” disappointed you get up from the couch, standing on tiptoes to peck Steve’s lips.

“Look, the first snowdrops grow behind the cabin,” carefully placing the vulnerable flowers into a glass Steve hands you the snowdrops. Your heart flutters watching this strong, tall, and deadly man carefully carrying the tiny flowers.

“I bet you would make a great dad,” blurring out what was on your mind for days you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. “I mean-erm,” embarrassed you glance at the flowers in Steve’s hands.

“Y/N, do you have baby or cabin fever?” Steve smirks, stepping closer to lift your chin with his index finger. “I’d like to make you a mother, doll. Just say the word,” you grasp for his shirt, fisting it tightly.

“I didn’t get the shot, no birth control,” whining you look up at Steve. “I turned thirty last year and wanted a baby for so long. With Sean gone for five years, all I could do was yearning and now I want it so bad.”

You find yourself on the table, clothes in shreds only moments later. Steve ignores he’s still sore, just like you when he slides into you.

“Stevie,” you arch your back, watching him spread your legs wide to watch his cock disappear inside your body. Braced on your elbows you nod eagerly, following Steve’s eyes to watch his cock push in and pull out, push in and pull out.

“I am going to put a baby inside of this belly right now,” he purrs, cupping the back of your neck to force you to look into his eyes at the very moment he starts to rock his hips slowly. “There’s no way you will not be full of my child.”

“Steve, I love your way to do dirty talk,” you laugh, looking up at Steve. You get lost in his ocean blue eyes whilst you grip the hand on your hip. “Give me a baby.”

“All you want, doll. Shit,” you wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your body, meeting every thrust. “I want you to stay here, be mine and never look back.” You can see the adoration in Steve’s eyes and a hint of possessiveness. “Love you, Y/N.”

“I, oh-fuck, love you too,” the coil tightens, unwinds faster than ever before.

You’ve got no clue if it was the encounter with your ex-husband, the way Steve looks at you, or that you are doing it for the first to have a baby but the high rippling through your body makes you cry.

“Did I hurt you?” Concerned Steve watches you sniffle. “Darling? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I just feel so happy, Steve,” you know it’s stupid to cry during sex, but you can’t stop your tears. “Shit, I never cried during sex.”

“Phew, I thought I broke you,” Steve wraps his arms around you, jerking his hips a few more times before you feel his warmth fill you.

Snuggled into Steve’s chest in the old armchair he loves so much, a warm blanket wrapped around your bodies you watch the snowfall. The whole world is a with wonderland again but you only care about the man holding you in his arms.

For the first time, you feel like you belong, you feel like you found your home, your stronghold…

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@starkerkink​ for @the-mad-starker​ ! MORE UNDER CUT, 18+

Dad Tony and son Peter have some uhhh,,, fun, during an avengers movie night.

3 images total, 2012 words.

When the Avengers came to live in the compound it was a bit of an adjustment with regards to how they viewed each other.

For starters, they were suddenly in close quarters with each other, often seeing the others first thing in the morning, before coffee, wearing sweatpants or only boxers.

They would stare in judgement at the others’ eating habits, often Thor was judged most harshly based on his experiments with Pop-tarts. (Tony banned Thor from the kitchen after seeing him make a Pop-tart sandwich with ham filling.)

But one of the biggest changes was how they viewed Tony.

In public, Tony was an aloof, untouchable man. 

But in private he was a sappy, loving father.

Though Peter would cling to his arm occasionally while out and about it was nothing compared to how affectionate he was in private. 

Peter’s love and trust for his father was obvious to all of them. Tony had spent his life doing everything he could to make sure Peter felt safe and comfortable. Peter was rather shy in public, hiding his eyes and not wanting anyone to see him, but it seemed his home was his safe space. 

In his home he loved attention. And he loved doing things he wouldn’t do anywhere else. 

He always wanted to dress nice, but bullying from his younger years made that attention from strangers give him anxiety. So at home he did what he couldn’t elsewhere, he wore nice outfits, with cute skirts. He wore blush. He loved to look pretty.

And Tony. Tony who they had thought might disapprove, might have the same views on looks and appearances as his father did, made sure to always tell Peter how lovely he looked. How proud he was that his wonderful son was so comfortable with himself.

Peter, in response, would always wrap his arms around his dad in joy, and sit with him. Often sitting on his father’s lap to cuddle comfortably. The Avengers would give them strange looks, unused to such displays of affection between father and son, but would ultimately shrug it off. Peter was just a loving son.

——

It was movie night for the Avengers.

They were all scattered across the couches, Clint on the floor, Thor standing behind the couch, his focus not great, wanting the option to walk away and get snacks should he get bored.

Peter had been out with friends before that. He went to his room to change into his at-home clothes, so was the last to arrive in the common room.

He hesitated at the threshold of the room, wearing a loose, pink sweater, and a short grey skirt. A few Avengers, upon seeing him, greeted him with smiles and waves.

Tony looked and saw him, jerking his head to the side in a ‘Come here’ gesture. Peter came into the room and sat on his father’s lap. 

The Avengers still felt some awkwardness about the boy’s clinginess, but with no free seats available decided Peter’s placement made sense.

The movie started. And with the Avengers all turned towards the screen, or just out of angle to see his actions, Tony made his move.

Still facing towards the television, Tony leaned in and pecked a kiss to Peter’s neck, before biting it once, hard.

Peter shivered in arousal. Leaning back away from Tony to get himself under control, not wanting to moan and alert the Avengers.

Seeing Peter lean back from the corner of his eye, Steve looked over and caught the end of his shiver. He asked: “You cold, kid?”

Before Peter could respond a blanket was being draped over his shoulder’s, and Steve was sitting back down next to him.

“Thanks, Steve.” Tony responded, adjusting the blanket to wrap around them both, covering them fully below the shoulders.

Tony moved his arm around Peter from outside the blanket to hold it in place, the other, inside the blanket, setting over his skirt, softly cupping his beloved son’s clothed, supple cheeks.

Tony’s eyes looked to the side and met Peter’s. Peter blushed at the intense look, excited and slightly embarrassed, knowing how this would go. Peter felt himself get harder, the front of his skirt beginning to tent a little.

Tony waited for a few minutes. Softly rubbing Peter’s ass as he watched the movie.

After he deemed long enough, his hand moved from Peter to his own pants, first pulling something out of his pocket, placing it beside him, still hidden from the others, before sliding them down his thighs, making a face as he did so if the others looked they’d think his shifting was attempts to get comfortable, legs asleep or joints hurting after dealing with the weight of his son pressing down on him.

Tony got his pants down to below his knees. He pushed Peter’s skirt up, feeling under them. He intended to keep simply rubbing, teasing his sweet boy, but the feel of soft lace panties made his cock throb in arousal.

Tony tugged at Peter’s panties, and Peter, horny beyond thoughts, needing to feel his father touching him intimately, helped out. Each using one hand to drag down the underwear down to hang off of Peter’s ankle. Their other hands above the blanket, Tony’s moving in loving motions on Peter’s back. The back rubbing serving to rustle the blankets, disguising the movements of their hands underneath.

“Does anyone want any snacks?” Thor asked, walking to the kitchen. Choruses of 'No’s echoed from the Avengers, Tony looking behind him to warn Thor; “You make another food monstrosity in my kitchen, you’re going to regret it.” As he said it the tip of one of his fingers circled Peter’s hole.

Peter looked at Tony in awe. His father spoke with an unwavering, authoritative voice. Whereas in comparison if Peter were to speak he knew his voice would come out breathy, and crack halfway through the sentence. Especially if he were touching Tony in the way Tony was touching him.

His father’s finger moved away, picking up what he had removed from his pants earlier. His eyes trained on the screen intently. Tony had watched the movie before, and now he waited, looking for a scene he know would be loud. Finally! A bang came from the speakers. The audio perfectly covering up the well timed 'Snckt!’ of the small bottle of lube opening out of sight. He handed the container to Peter, his son tilting the bottle and pouring lube on Tony’s rough fingers.

Dropping the lube, Peter brought his hand up above the blanket, both hands resting on his father’s broad shoulders, shifting his legs to be on either side of his father, straddling his lap.

Peter’s torso was twisted to the side, towards Tony. His face angled slightly towards the screen, to avoid suspicion.

Tony’s finger slid slowly into his son. Looking to the side to make sure everyone’s attention was elsewhere, he moved his face into Peter’s neck, nosing his sweater off of his shoulder, sucking a gentle hickey where it could be easily covered.

Peter’s knuckles went white, gripping onto his father, biting down on his lip to keep from moaning out in pleasure. A second finger caressed Peter’s rim, before pushing in steadily, joining the other.

Peter’s hips rocked softly, thrusting his hard cock against his father, his movements pushing up the shirt until his cock met Tony’s bare abs, Tony’s own thickness underneath him, warm and solid against his balls and ass as he moved, trying not to lose control.

The slow pace was getting to Peter, precum smearing across his father’s belly, he moved his hand back beneath the cover, picked up the lube again and, hearing the sound of an argument from the TV, he shifted his hips back and squirted it at Tony’s large cock, dropping the lube quickly to wrap his hand around his father, pumping firmly.

The arm around his back tightened. Tony’s eyes squeezed shut. He took a deep breath to steady himself, feeling Peter’s soft fingers on him. Focusing on not making a noise.

Peter’s touch made him impatient. Tony batted Peter’s hand away. Wrapping his hand around his own cock Tony pressed the tip to Peter’s fluttering hole. Peter pressed down, eyes scrunched closed, clamping his lips together hard. Tony’s hand moved to Peter’s hip and helped push him onto the thick appendage.

Peter tried to steady his breathing, glancing at the Avengers from the corner of his eye.

Peter started to rock gently, Tony’s hands on him, assisting the movement. Still not having been caught Peter became bolder, adding a bounce to his movements, rolling his hips. Tony started to thrust upward, plunging his thick cock deep inside of his pretty son with a loving force.

Tony’s rough hand wrapped around Peter’s dick, thumbing gently over the tip, squeezing and running it up and down in a rhythmic pattern, knuckles white as they gripped Peter’s back and hip.

Peter could feel himself getting closer and closer, trying to even the playing field he slipped his hidden hand up the front of Tony’s shirt, pinching his nipple softly, receiving a quiet hiss in reward, and clenching his tight hole around his Daddy’s cock.

Tony felt his abs burn, trying to keep his top half in place as his lower half kept thrusting. His movements became erratic, fist tightening around Peter’s dick, cock driving into him quicker and quicker.

Peter looked Tony in the eye and licked his lips, fingers and rim tightening around Tony once more, and Tony was done. He buried his face in Peter’s neck, biting down on his lip hard enough he tasted blood, burying himself deep in Peter in one final, forceful thrust.

Peter gasped, feeling his Daddy buried deep inside of him, filling Peter with the seed that made him. Peter’s head turned to Tony quickly, pressing his face to Tony’s neck.

“Ngh!” Peter whimpered loudly, body curling inwards against his Daddy as his cum painted Tony’s abs.

 The Avengers turned to them hearing Peter’s voice.

Peter could feel his face burn a deep red. 'Oh, fuck,’ He thought, “They heard me.”

“Oh, Peter.” Clint started in a compassionate tone. “It’s okay to be scared.”

'What?’ Peter perked up in confusion at that. 

Hearing soft, comforting murmuring from the other Avengers, including his father; rubbing his hand soothingly across his back, Peter peeked back towards the rest of the room.

No longer distracted by sex and subsequent mortification, the noise he had tuned out now filtered back into his ears. On screen was a horror scene, the sounds of distant screams coming from the television.

“Oh.” Peter said softly to himself. They thought his whimper and movements were just that of a boy, scared, seeking comfort from his father. Thank God.

Tony felt his clothes sticking with sweat, made worse by the blanket over them, and seized his opportunity, “Poor thing. C'mon, Peter.” He wrapped the blanket more firmly around himself, pulling his other hand out from its hiding spot and holding Peter securely in his arms. Turning to the Avengers he said; “You guys keep watching, I’m gonna take him somewhere else." 

The Avengers mumbled support for this idea, and gave them both waves, as Tony stood, beginning to waddle out of the room. He couldn’t pull his pants up with all eyes on them after Peter’s orgasm so he didn’t have a choice, just grateful the blanket was long enough to hide his bare ass and thighs.

—–

Inside Tony’s room the older man kicked the door shut and deposited his son and blanket onto the bed. Pulling his shirt over his head, he looked down at the flushed beauty of his son.

"Daddy.” Peter mumbled.

“Naww, my poor baby didn’t get to be as loud as he wanted, huh?” His hand reaching behind himself to lock the door; the room going sound-proof instantly. “Don’t worry, Baby. You can be as loud as you’d like now.” He kissed the top of Peter’s head.

“Daddy!” Peter repeated, louder.

“So. Care for round two, Sweetheart?”

[bird-in-a-cage]

It wasn’t Steve’s fault. He came across the page by accident. He certainly wasn’t social media stalking some guy he spotted in the library when he should have been working on his accounting course because he was far too shy to just go over and say hi.

What a ridiculous thought.

He didn’t lay awake in his dorm room that night, after seeing those blue eyes and hearing that laugh and certainly wasn’t instantly smitten. Definitely didn’t spend almost half an hour finding out his name through college facebook pages, then use that information to find not one but two instagram accounts. One clearly a more public page, photos of cars and coffee and the bay at sunset. The other just a total thirst trap, post after post of shirtless shots. Chest bare and shiny and tanned and toned and gorgeous. There also, definitely, wasn’t a link to an Onlyfans page right in the bio line, topped and tailed by sparkle emojis.

Steve, categorically and without question, did not pay $12.99 to become a subscriber after less than a minute’s thought.

He then absolutely did not turn the brightness down on his phone, slip in his earbuds and spend the whole night watching seemingly endless videos of this guy going to town on himself. On the most beautiful dick Steve’s midwestern, recently-out-of-the-closet-for-good-and-wrapped-up-in-a-bisexual-pride-flag ass had ever seen. He didn’t immediately commit this guy’s name to memory like maybe this was all a dream and he’d forget it in the morning somehow.

BillyBoy

Just paying for college with what god gave me

Steve really should have stopped. Should have cancelled the subscription in the cold light of day, but he didn’t. Couldn’t. The crush had only been small before, no more than just a passing glance. But now Steve knew what this guy sounded like when he came. The ramp up of moans going deep, the sudden stop before the gasped out sigh. The endless string of fucks that came with thick ropes of cum. It was impossible to go back to not knowing that information.

Most of the videos were taken on campus. Places Steve had to pass everyday going too and from class. Mostly bathrooms. Occasionally just empty hallways in the middle of the day. Not that Steve sought them out to check his theories about this guy. With his perfect chest and perfect dick and perfect cocky grin and clear exhbitionist streak.

Steve wasn’t obsessed. It wasn’t something that could easily become a problem. It wasn’t as if some days he would just walk through places videos had been filmed previously in the hopes of just bumping into this Billy guy, who outside of the internet was apparently incredibly illusive. Not that Steve would even know what to say if he did find him. Probably just stutter something embarrassing before going to find a corner to die in.

The boy can come out of the closet but the cape of shyness apparently comes with him. Accounting and finance wasn’t the course to meet people.

There was one video though, one three minute clip that lived in Steve’s head from the moment it ended. It wasn’t taken in public like the vast majority of the others, but clearly in a dorm room from all the furniture matching Steve’s own. A see through silicone sleeve taped to the corner of a desk, clearly filled with little bumps and ridges. Taken from a chest down angle it was just Billy’s magnificent cock fucking this toy over and over, thrusting and pumping, thighs getting tense as the sounds were just groans and a slick wetness. Gradually getting faster and faster, the thick head of his cock poking through the end of the sleeve with each thrust, shiny and pink and fat and weeping. It gave Steve endless dreams about being fucked like that. Bent over a desk. Feeling all that weight and girth break him apart, just begging for it. Feeling the load spilled over dark wood deep inside him instead.

It wasn’t an obsession. It wasn’t.

Steve didn’t nearly drop his phone in the middle of the silent library when a notification vibrated and sent jolts down his spine and his eyes to go wide.

BillyBoy is live!

Steve acted as natural as possible, finding a place to sit on a table that was mostly empty, set up his things like he might at all try to study and flipped open the video like he was texting. Just to check. Nothing more. He wasn’t obsessed, goddamnit, he wasn’t. But he recognised where BillyBoy was though. All the books in the background were a dead giveaway. Steve tried to keep his face in neutral. He’d thought about this moment, bumping into the guy in the middle of a shoot and offering to lend a hand. A throat. Anything this guy wanted Steve was down for. Carpet burn and bruises be damned. He held his phone close to his lap as he watched. Watched Billy grin at the camera, pan down his ridiculous body with his shirt pulled up under his chin and cup his hard cock through a pair of bright red board shorts. When Steve could pull his eyes away from the main focus, a book in the background caught his eye, a name on a spine.

Mastering Bookkeeping.

That information hit like a punch. Steve knew exactly where he was hiding this time. Knew he was there right now. Suddenly his tongue felt fat, his limbs just deadweight and useless. He could get out of the chair, walk to the back corner and find the man who had been plaguing his every fantasy. Finally put them to rest and witness first hand what he thought about every single time he jerked off. But he couldn’t move. What would he even say? Hi, I’ve been giving you money to see your dick for months now, can I touch it? Steve cringed at even the idea. He wasn’t one of those people. The bolder part of him knew exactly what he wanted to do. Find Billy and have that cock fuck his throat until it was raw and horse. Swallow everything. But Steve had been in college for almost three terms now, had barely even said hello to anyone not in his class. He couldn’t just do that if he couldn’t speak to people. Especially someone he wasn’t obsessed with. Someone he hadn’t wasted hours scrolling through instagram posts figuring out what this guy was like in real life and not half naked spread out on a mattress with his dick in his hand.

But life doesn’t throw you very many chances. And his father did always say to grab each one you come across. Of course he never meant it to be about boys, but still.

Steve turned the video off when he knew it was almost over, it was kind of embarrassing that he knew that from sound alone, slipped his phone into his pocket and decided to just be bold for once in his life. He could always say he just needed a book. It wouldn’t be a total lie. He left his things on the table, all intentions of coming back to actually get some work done and wandered up to the upper level, towards the back corner. He was there, leaning back against a shelf of textbooks, even more perfect in real life. Flushed from clearly just coming, shirt rolled back down and shorts rolled back up. If Steve hadn’t known any better it maybe looked like Billy had been doing something weird like jumping jacks or just running on the spot. But Steve knew a lot better. And seeing that grin in real life made his knees feel weak. Blue eyes sparkling. Blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, one that looked effortless. Like he’d just rolled out of bed and had an early class. Steve felt his palms start to sweat. He shouldn’t have done this. Just grab a book and leave. But he was caught in that gaze. Like a deer in headlights. Like a moth to a flame. Stuck. Billy licked his teeth, looked Steve up and down very noticeably.

“Hey there pretty boy...”

Okay, Steve was obsessed. Very obsessed. And this was everything he’d wanted for months. His heart was hammering in his chest, palms now practically soaked, trying to force the sound of this beautiful man coming over and over again out of his head enough to talk around a nerve swollen tongue, because nothing would happen if he didn’t just try and say something regardless of how stupid or embarrassing it would sound. Nothing would happen if he didn’t try.

“Hi…”

[deexchanel]

When he sees me

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Empriss prepares for her first date with Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC, Steve x Fem!OC

Warning: Fluff and singing!

A/N: (If you do not like singing in one-shots then read something else!) When I wrote this one-shot when I obsessed with the song . “When he sees me” from Waitress the musical.😆 so link to the song right here so you can listen to it while you read!

https://youtu.be/-H-uxwvJT2c

Empriss sat in front of her vanity nervous while Hermione curls her hair. Bucky had Steve to help him ask her on a date. They had been liking each other for a while but never had the nerve to ask each until he did.

"Are you nervous bestie?" Emma asked while working her magic.

"I stick with real things, usually facts and figures. When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game. Guess what?" Empriss sing basically rambling not wanting to admit she was.

"What? Empriss answer the question. It's a simple one!" Hermione stated grabbing another piece of hair to curl it.

"I don't like guessing game, or when I feel things before I know the feelings. How am I supposed to operate if I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date?" Empriss sing turning to look at Alexis. She rolled her eyes letting the last curl fall.

"Empriss you're overthinking. It's just Bucky, this maybe the chance for you to get to finally know each other!"

"With a stranger who might talk too fast. Or ask me questions about myself. Before I've decided that he can ask me questions about myself." Empriss cross her arms over her chest. She stood up going to her closet.

"He might sit too close or call the waiter by his first name or eat Oreos. But eat the cookie before the cream." Hermione mocked jokingly so Empriss could hear how crazy she sound.

But Empriss thought she was finally understanding what she was thinking about. "But what scares me the most. What scares me the most?"

"Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?" Empriss sing holding up a dress. Hermione tilt her head examing it but she doesn't like it so she shake her head no.

Empriss throws it behind her grabbing a couple more to try on. She wanted to pick out the best dress for him. "If when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that."

"So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind. This way I get the best view. So that when he sees me, I want him too." Empriss sing confidently picking up the perfect dress. She shakes it in excitement then walks over to the bed.

"Dawn, don't you think you're being a little, I mean maybe just a tad." Hermione trailed off not wanting to call her crazy. Hermione phone dinged signaling that Steve texted her. "Steve said they're back in the building! Put a little pep in your step bestie!"

"I'm not defensive! I'm simply being cautious, I can't risk reckless dating. Due to my miscalculating."Empriss sing sitting in front of the vanity again. "While a certain suitor stands in line I've seen in movie. Most made for television."

She used her talents to do the best makeup look. "You cannot be too careful, when it comes to sharing your life. I could end up a miserable wife."

Bucky held the red roses bouquet in his hands nervously. "What if she doesn't like me Steve? What if she doesn't like my arm or how I eat or something. What-"

Steve cuts him off, "It's going go good Buck. I know Empriss personally, she doesn't judge people."

"Okay Steve, I'm going to take your word on it. Is she beautiful?" Bucky wondered since he haven't seen what she looked like yet. Steve pat a hand on his shoulder smirking.

"Beautiful as ever."

"Emrpiss you're killing me. Bucky is the best person I've ever known. He's so cute and super sweet." Hermione assured sitting on top of the vanity. " What are you so scared about?"

"Sorry girl, but he could be criminal, some sort of psychopath. Who escaped from an institution,somewhere where they don't have girls." Empriss sing letting her imagination run wild. Hermione sigh taking the brush from her hand so she could do upwards strokes on her face.

"He could have masterminded some way to find me. He could be colorblind. How untrustworthy is that? He could be less than kind." Hermione sing mocking her again. She leaned back once she was finished with the makeup. "Empriss I got to admit it. Your nervousness making you sound crazy."

Empriss rolled her eyes continuing. "Or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes and make me laugh, come out of hiding. What do I do with that?" She sing somberly fumbling with a makeup brush. Hermione lifted Empriss face so their eyes could meet.

"Empriss this is going to be the best date okay?" Be the confident best friend I know. This isn't going to be like what you had with little dick Tyler. Bucky's going to treat you so much better."

Empriss smiled and her eyes twinkled in excitement. She rushed to the bathroom with her dress in hand. Bucky and Steve arrived at the door. The winter soldier hand was held in front of the door so he could knock until he heard the girl's inside.

"Why aren't you knocking?" Steve asked confused and Bucky held a 'shh' then pointed at his ear then at the door. Both guys placed their ear again the door so they could hear better.

Empriss twirled around in her outfit happily, "Oh, god what if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can't close it?" She grabbed Hermione’s hands they both giggled dancing around the room.

"What happens then? If when he holds me, my heart is set in motion I'm not prepared for that. I'm scared of breaking open." Empriss sing hitting a high note. "But still I can't help from hoping."

The music get softer and Emrpiss fall back on the bed, "To find someone to talk to,who likes the way I am. Someone who when he sees me....Wants to again."

Hermione clapped at the beautiful song that she sing, "You're voice is amazinggg!! They should be here any minute, ready to go?"

Empriss nodded her head, "That's you with the beautiful voice bestie. I'm ready!" She gets up from the bed grabbing odds and ins to take with her. Bucky was blown away by her amazing voice. He knocked on the door and in a matter of seconds Hermione opened the door.

"Hi Bucky! Hey baby!"

"Hey Hermione." Bucky smile. Steve leans down giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Hey baby."

Empriss walked over standing beside Hermione. Bucky mouth was agape from her being totally different from what he thought of. "I'm um- uh-."

He stuttered over his words blushing and Steve helped him out like a good friend would. "This is Bucky, my best friend."

All Bucky could do was hold out her flowers towards her which she happily took. "My name is Empriss and Thank you Bucky! These are beautiful." She stands on her tippy toes placing a kiss on his cheek. "I prefer hibiscus flowers but roses are my second fave."

"I'm glad you like them." Bucky smiled looking her lovingly. Hermione took that as a sign that they needed to leave.

"Well me and Steve are going to have dinner with Tony and Lori. See y'all when y'all get back! Have fun!"

Everyone bid goodbyes and it was just Empriss and Bucky left. She was putting the flowers in some water.

"Where are we going for our date? I wanna know if I'm too dressed up."

"Oh we're going to a restaurant and if you didn't mind, afterwards I was going to take us go the beach."

"I love the beach. Let me grab a swimsuit and we can go." Empriss smiled which hooked Bucky on. He bit his lip fighting every temptation to kiss her.Unknowingly to him, she wanted to as well. You only live once so fuck it.

Empriss grabbed his shirt placing a passionate kiss on his lips. Bucky grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. He deepen the kiss as his hands guides down to her ass, gripping it. The both pulled back with smiles on their face.

"I'm going to enjoy this date with you."

"Me too. I like it already."

———————-

Hermione is @kalopsia-flaneur 💞

I hope you guys enjoyed it.

I thought this was really cute and corny.

Stay slutty my friendsss 😉

[shotsbyshae]

The Reckoning

Warnings: Language

Words: 2.4k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out

Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.

I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.

For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.

A black void.

You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.

The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.

You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.

Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?

When?

Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.

***

“Both accounts are in your name,” Sam states, as Ransom sits across from him in the small interrogation space. “Both show large cash withdrawals, a total of fifteen grand – money to hire the shooter?”

Ransom shakes his head, “No, I swear – I had nothing to do with it.” His eyes plead with the man across from him. “I’m telling the truth. I sure as hell never paid anyone fifteen thousand dollars to shoot her. I wouldn’t.” He glances to the bank statements that Sam slides in front of him.

“That’s not what your girlfriend says,” Barnes interrupts from where he’s leaning against the wall.

He slams his fist on the table angrily, “She’s not my –” His voice trails off as he takes a moment to calm down, lowering his voice. “She’s not my girlfriend. I barely fucking know her.” Ransom huffs as he glances back at the statements once more, noticing something. “Wait – this one isn’t even my account.”

Almost 2 Weeks Later

Ransom’s losing track of time in the S.H.I.E.L.D. containment facility, but at least it’s better than prisoner. He’s asked anyone who will listen and everyone who won’t, to try and contact you.

“I just need five minutes – please.”

If anyone will believe him – it’s you.

Right?

Are you still in the hospital?

Surely not.

If that’s the case, then why haven’t you been by to see him?

Ransom knows why.

Hell, he’d believe it too if he were you.

The door to his cell unlocks and Nick Fury enters, his face solemn as he closes the door behind him slowly.

“Mr. Drysdale,” the man greets him with a sympathetic sigh. “This isn’t easy – it’s about your grandfather – Harlan.” Ransom’s brow furrows in concern at the agent’s demeanor. “I’m sorry, but he passed away this morning.”

***

Three black SUVs slowly roll to a stop in front of the large mansion. Wilson climbs from the driver seat of the second vehicle while Barnes exits the passenger side, both dressed in solid black S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms. Bucky opens the rear door and not-so-gently jerks Ransom from the backseat. He’s dressed in a black suit – curtesy of his mother – wrists cuffed.

“If you make a move,” Sam comments, slipping the key into the cuffs.

“Please – do,” Bucky smiles menacingly as Wilson removes the shackles, then shoves the man forward.

Once inside the house, Ransom sees the rest of his family have gathered in the study. His father, Richard stands at the sight of him and walks towards the foyer, while his grandfather’s attorney Alan exits the kitchen opposite the study.

Ransom hears Fury’s voice behind him, but it’s the sharp sound of heels clicking against the old hardwood that catches his attention. He turns, surprised at the sight of you walking into the foyer, hands shoved casually into the pockets of the black trench coat you have tied at the waist.

His heart stops.

Never fully realizing how much he’s missed you until this moment.

He’d give anything for a moment alone with you – to talk – apologize and explain that he had nothing to do with it. He could never hurt you – would never in a million years do that – not to you.

When you glance at him, it’s cold – empty. It’s obvious your mind is made up and there’s no salvation for him. It shouldn’t surprise him, it’s not like anyone’s ever really believed in him.

Why would you believe me?

“What’s she doing here?” Richard asks Alan, disgust apparent in his voice as he glances at you.

“It was one of Harlan’s requests,” the attorney responds with a shrug of his shoulders before entering the study.

Richard moves closer to Ransom, placing a hand on his shoulder, “How are you holding up, son?”

He cuts his eyes at his father, annoyed at the mock attempt of sincerity, before his attention turns back to you moving past him to the study, “Thanks for coming.” His words are soft, and they make you stop in your tracks. “Granddad would’ve appreciated it.”

You turn sharply on Ransom, your glare almost as hateful as your tone, “I’m here for Harlan – not you.”

 Once everyone is settled inside the study, Ransom’s thoughts drown at Alan’s voice as he speaks from the front of the room. He’s sitting in a corner chair, where he can see you from the corner of his eye. Barnes and Wilson standing directly behind him – vigilant over their prisoner. You’re standing in the back, poised like a force to be reckoned with. The look in your eyes is cold and calculating – a look Ransom is familiar with.

If he hadn’t invited you to the book launch, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. That crazy bitch Ashley was obviously jealous – that’s the only motive he can think of.

His eyes glance around as Alan lists everything Harlan owned, and he slowly begins to realize only his parents and Uncle Walt are present for the reading of the will – odd – not that he cares.

“Harlan wrote up a small statement here. ‘Recently I made choice, after witnessing something I didn’t think possible, which would leave my grandson, Ransom Drysdale as the sole heir to the Thrombey fortune.” Ransom’s eyes widen in shock at the revelation, his mind racing with those words. “Unfortunately, due to the recent events with Ransom, that is no longer an option. Therefore, I, Harlan Thrombey, being of sound mind and body – blah, blah – my assets, both liquid and otherwise, leave in their entirety to –” Alan’s voice meets a stunned silence as your name falls from his mouth.

“What the hell?!” Walt exclaims, slowly standing up angrily.

“You’re joking, right?” Richard stares at Alan for a moment as Linda glances back at you slack-jawed.

“I’m afraid not,” Alan says calmly.

“How is this even possible?” Walt shakes his head, his face turning red.

“I’ll tell you how,” Richard remarks, turning towards you menacingly, his finger stabbing in your direction. “That manipulative bitch.” He practically snarls. “You got inside Harlan’s head, making him think Ransom could be anything more than the ungrateful prick that he is.” Richard’s eyes narrow for a brief second, ignoring Linda’s protest at his comment.

“Richard!”

Ransom begins to object to his father’s tirade, but Barnes clamps a hand on his shoulder roughly, keeping him in his seat. The look Bucky shoots down at him isn’t just a warning – it’s something more.

Drysdale grips the ends of the chair arms angrily, knuckles turning white from lack of blood flow as his father continues the verbal assault. “Maybe, if he’d paid his little girlfriend more than ten grand, she would have put that bullet through your heart and saved us all a lot of trouble.”

Ten.

The number strikes Ransom and he glances between Wilson and Barnes. From the look the two of them share, they caught it too and he looks over to where you stand, seeing the tick in your jaw.

You begin to cross the study toward Richard, “Funny, no one ever said publicly how much Ashley was paid. That information was –” The sound of your heels echoes on the hardwood as you take each step painstakingly slow. “Classified.” An all-knowing smirk begins to spread across Ransom’s features. “Even when my guys questioned him and said fifteen grand had been withdrawn from his accounts, he just assumed that was how much Ashley was paid – until he saw the accounts and realized one of them wasn’t his. You seriously didn’t think we wouldn’t run the other charges on the account you opened in Ransom’s name?” You raise a curious eyebrow at Richard who is fuming at your revelations. “Go and pull the security footage from those hotels. A separate account under your son’s name for your affairs – smart – even for you, Dick.” Linda looks over at her husband in shocked silence and betrayal.

A sense of relief begins to wash over Ransom and for the first time in weeks, he feels like he can breathe again. You glance slightly over your shoulder at him, the determined look on your face unwavering, but you wink at him.

Richard drops his head as Walt shakes his head, furious with his brother-in-law, “Dammit Richard.”

Turning your glare over to the other man, you fold your arms across your chest, “And you – thinking Harlan wouldn’t recognize Ashley as the intern from three summers ago at the publishing company – really?”

Flashback

It’s almost a week into your hospital stay when there’s a knock on your door before it opens slightly, revealing a familiar bald head.

“Are you up for a visitor?” Fury questions. “There’s someone who’d like a moment with you.”

“Okay,” you respond hesitantly, it’s not like Nick to ask before doing things.

“Parker – outside,” he states and Peter jumps to his feet quickly, following the order.

You’re surprised when Harlan Thrombey enters the room slowly, closing the door behind him. He turns to you with a look of concern on his elderly face, “Hello dear, we need to talk.”

Present Day

“Publishing wasn’t for her though, was it? She joined the army, only to be dishonorably discharged,” you shake your head in disgust before waving your arms out in front of you. “All of this – why?” Glancing over at Ransom in the chair. “Because you were jealous of your own son – your own nephew?”

“He was going to leave him everything,” Walt responds, his frustration apparent in his features. “And why? Because he wrote a fucking biography?”

“No,” a voice from the balcony above states and everyone glances up to see Harlan standing at the rail.

The shock and surprise evident on everyone’s face except for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the room. Linda gasps at the sudden appearance of her father and Ransom stares at his grandfather in amusement, almost laughing as he utters, “Ho-ly shit.”

“Not because he wrote a fucking biography,” Harlan repeats Walt’s words. “But, for the first time in his life, I saw him doing something he was truly passionate about. That’s more than I can say for anyone else in this family.”

***

Ransom slowly follows you out the front door after having a talk with Harlan. Barnes and Wilson several steps ahead, escorting Richard and Walt out to the awaiting SUV. Fury and Harlan are close behind them, watching as Linda screams in her husband’s face.

“God, this was – something. It definitely had Granddad written all over it,” Drysdale comes to a stop beside you. He glances over at you, gauging your mood. “I mean – you were –”

“Awesome.”

“I was going to say terrifying,” he clarifies, noticing the smirk you try to hide. “But that works too.”

“It wasn’t all Harlan’s idea,” you remark. “I had some input.”

Ransom glances over at you sincerely, “Thank you.”

“Sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you remark. “It took Harlan to make me start questioning things.” You look up at him honestly. “I was too angry to think rationally, easier to think the worst I suppose. I should have known better though – I'm sorry.”

There’s a look of relief and forgiveness in his eyes, “It’s okay.” The two of you watch as the SUV with Walt and Richard inside pulls away. There’s a weighted silence before he says quietly. “I’m sorry – sorry that I couldn’t keep you safe around my own fucking family.”

You shove your hands into the pockets of your coat, glancing up at him almost playfully, “Since when do I need saving?” His blue eyes flick over to you, a smile slowly spreading across his face. You shrug your shoulders, “Besides, you gotta admit – this would make for an interesting book.”

“It would,” Ransom agrees, trying not to look too excited by your suggestion. “I’m sorry, but is this you agreeing to a book?” You narrow your eyes at him, but the devious smile on his face doesn’t falter. “Maybe we can discuss it over dinner.”

“Dinner?” a small laugh escapes you at his sudden brazenness. “Easy tiger.” A sly smile crosses your face. “How about you pick one - dinner or a book.”

Ransom bites the inside of his lip, contemplating your proposition, “That sounds like a trick question.”

“Bet your ass it is.”

He watches you for a moment, before that classic smug demeanor of his returns, “In that case, I have to go with the book.”

“Really?” the surprise on your face doesn’t faze him.

“Yea – I mean dinner only guarantees me an hour, maybe two, then what?” You’re unable to hide the smile playing on your lips as he continues. “A book – well a book gives me weeks, and if it does well, it could have a sequel.” The smile on his face is wide – childlike humor in his eyes. “Hell, it could turn into a series – you could be stuck with me for a long – long – time.”

Ransom stares down at you with a devious glint in his blue eyes and you shake your head. That wasn’t the response you’d expected, and he knows it.

Damn him.

“You’re an asshole,” you smirk at him.

“You like it,” he retorts before you begin walking down the steps. “Where are you going?” He calls after you.

You spin on your heel, not losing a step in your stride as you continue to walk backward, “We’re going to dinner Ransom, and you’re driving.”

He sprints to catch up with you, grabbing for the passenger door of the SUV before you can. Bright eyes staring down at you as he opens the door, “Always. So. Bossy.”

You climb into the vehicle, trying to match the smug smile he carries so well, “I think you like it.”

Ransom waits until he closes the door and starts around the hood of the SUV before he makes his remark under his breath, mimicking your earlier phrase.

“Bet your ass I do.”

[msmarvelwrites]

The Winter Ghost - Part 13

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some smutty thoughts... 

w/c: 2.2k

A/N: Lucky number 13! I’m honestly so caught off gaurd by all the love Ive been receiving on The Winter Ghost. I see all your late night binge sessions and I am SO immensely greatful for your interest. When I first started writing this I didnt really think anything of it, but youve all lit a fire under my ass and for that, I thank you! So please, enjoy and reblog and like if you feel so inclined. 

His hot breath fanned across your face, sending you into a frenzy like state you had never known before. Heavy breathing, mostly on your part as he placed excruciatingly slow kisses across your jaw. You needed him. More than you’d ever needed anything in your life. It made you sick. 

“Are you afraid?” He asked in a low seductive voice. Swiftly he wrapped his metal fingers around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you gasp. You clawed at his chest, drunk on his murderous touch. You wanted him to make you hurt as bad as your heart did. You couldn't possibly hate a person more than you hated yourself right now. 

“Answer my question.” He shouted, sending a ripple of ecstasy through your body. 

“No. I could never,” You gasped, choking as the walls of your throat began to collapse. 

“Liar.” He sneered. 

You let out an involuntary moan. 

“You good, Y/n?” Sam asked, sitting next to you on the couch as he, Nat, Wanda and Shuri all ate breakfast around the kitchen island. Your hand was lightly wrapped around your neck where Bucky’s was just a moment ago. 

“Yeah, fine.” You squeeked.

But you weren't. You hadn’t been since that morning in the hallway with Bucky. You could still feel the sting he had left behind from his touch. What was wrong with you? You couldn't even begin to unpack that question. Psychiatric help would be a start, though. 

After your memory had returned, the nightmares seemed to subside, only to be replaced with the image of Bucky, devoid of all emotion, seething in rage at your quips. By the third night, you would have gladly have traded, knowing that this was so much worse. 

You couldn't keep excusing your vile thoughts as his fault. They weren't, not entirely. You were the one waking up a needy mess every morning.

“Hey.” Bucky's husky voice filled your senses causing you to stiffen at the sound. The team around you said their hello’s while you tried to refrain from gawking. You had done your very best to avoid him as much as you could, but there were only so many places to hide. Whenever you bumped into each other he would keep his head down and you would run in either direction.

“Steve’s on his way back today. He left to meet Vision and gather intel on an active Hydra base located somewhere on the border of Germany.” Wanda’s eyes lit up at the mention of the name. This must be the famous Android she's always gushing about.  

“Pack up… We ship out first thing tomorrow morning.” Bucky declared, peaking your interest. It had been way too long since you had been back in the field, this was amazing. You could feel the excitement bubbling out of your chest vanish when Bucky’s eyes glanced at you. 

“Y/n, you can uh, keep Shuri company while we're away.” You blinked at him, unsure if you had heard him correctly. 

“No fucking way.” You scoffed. You were not missing out on this opportunity to give Hydra a taste of their own ‘serum’, so to speak. 

‘Captain's orders.” He deadpanned, averting his gaze to the ceiling. You stared at him, lost for words with needy eyes. He’d never tell you, but it terrified him when you looked like that. Small, fragile, though he knew better. He would kill himself before he tainted you. But that didn't make the idea any less intriguing.

“And since when do you listen to Captain's orders?” Nat spoke up before you even got the chance. You nodded violently, looking back to Bucky who only sighed. 

“You know very well why she can't go.” He muttered, fighting tooth and nail not to look at you again. You could sense his uncomfortability but you couldn't look away. 

“She’s not going, then I’m not going.” Wanda sulked. 

“Me too.” Sam mocked her tone. “Seriously, Buck. She’s a tank, we could use her.” He finished, more serious this time. 

Bucky huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his flesh fingers. “You gotta take that up with Steve. He and I aren't really on the best of terms right now.” He spoke, annoyance dripping from the last sentence. 

“Easy, I’ll take care of it.” Nat said to Bucky, but she sent a wink at you. 

You were so excited you almost leaped from your seat. You couldn't wait to blow some shit up!

……………………………………….

The next morning you woke up extra early, just to get a jump on everything. Nat had fought with Steve all last night, but eventually he conceded on the sheer fact that if you were there, it would mean double the Wanda power. This was a big base, one he had known of for quite some time now, but it required extra attention. They had been working on recreating your serum, but so far to no avail. You knew exactly where they were going wrong of course. But Steve explained they had been testing it out of Hydra members. The lucky few who survived may not have your powers, but they were still strong. He’d need all the help he could get.

After you were packed you dragged your duffle to Shuri’s lab. She had been working on a few new weapons she wanted you to pack. Just in case, she said. You got there in no time flat, literally vibrating with excitement. 

“You're sure about this?” She asked. 

“Absolutely.” You beamed. She signed, and handed you a small ring. 

“What's this?” You asked, holding the small band in your fingers. 

“It’s a beacon. It will help you hold onto your borrowed energies for longer. It’s like a mini you, only better.” She paused, “Speaking of, are you going to tell me what's in that serum of yours or am I just going to have to keep guessing?”

“I think it’s better kept unsaid. That thing had already caused enough problems. No one should be burdened with it.”

“Maybe so.” She signed.

“Thank you Shuri. For everything.” You half heartedly smiled but before you could leave her arms were around you, pulling you into a hug. You sucked in a breath and tapped her on the back in reciprocation. Physically affection was never something you were good at showing, try as you may. 

When you finally pulled away she sent you a soft smile, and wished you good luck on the mission before you headed out the door. 

……………………..

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Steve muttered, when you finally got to the jet when the rest of the team was loading up.

“It is, isn't it?” You spoke sweetly, throwing your duffle onto the jet. You still weren't really sure where you stood with Steve. Of course you knew of the famous Captain America, even if you didn't remember a few weeks ago. But never did you imagine he would be such a class act dick. Or maybe he was just that way with you? The idea made you smirk, knowing you were the only one to really piss off the Captain was honestly the highest form of flattery. 

You boarded the jet and noticed the rest if the team already suited up. The tactical gear Shuri had made you was tight, and Natasha was living proof of that. I mean, it wasn't fair she had the body of a trained ballerina and New York supermodel. The woman was easily the most beautiful woman you had ever seen while your gear clung to you in all the least flattering ways. 

You quickly shook off the self doubt. It didn't matter how you looked, you were here to kick some ass. 

Well, not exactly. 

That morning Steve had announced that while the rest of the team ‘kicked ass’ you and the Soviet spy would sneak into their mainframe and collect the data of whatever new evil scheme Hydra was working on. 

Though you weren't thrilled to be stuck on recon duty, it was better than nothing. Besides, you were just a little rusty. Though Nat and Sam kept you busy and Wanda had taught you all her tricks, you weren't sure that if it came down to it you'd be able to pull the trigger. 

Better safe than sorry. 

“Are you nervous?” Bucky spoke under his breath, his voice deep and rough. You shivered at the sound. You hadn't realised until this moment that he was seated directly behind you. 

“Are you?” You asked. You tried to add some bite to your words, but they left your lips softly. The tone seemed to surprise Bucky as much as it did you as he half expected to to tear his head off again.

“Sometimes. But, not now.”

“Oh yeah?” Words betraying you once again. 

Ignore him. 

Stop talking to him. 

Stop. Talking. 

Bucky's tongue slipped from between his lips, tugging on his bottom one slowly and effectively knocking you back from your annoying thought and to the glorious man sitting behind you. 

“Yeah. Got this new girl on our side. She’s a totally badass. I know she’ll watch my six.” He shrugged causing a small smile to pull at the corner of your mouth. 

“How do you know she won't just leave you for dead?” She asked, playing along. Part of you, however, was just a little curious. Part of you wanted to ask yourself the same question. In a second, would you protect the man who murdered Tommy? Honestly you weren't really sure. 

“Just a feeling.” He spoke so casually. So sure, you wanted to believe him. It would be easy enough to feed him to Hydra, but you and him both knew you wouldn't have the stomach for it. 

“Huh. You sound pretty confident in that.” You sneered sarcastically.

He just gave you a small shrug, leaning back into his seat and pulling his bluetooth earbuds out of his back pocket. He offered one to you casually. Before you could protest your arm shot out and took it, placing it in your right ear. 

“I like to listen to music before a mission. It calms me.” He suggested, opening his phone, scrolling through his songs before the intro to Highway to Hell began playing. 

A grin spread across your face “I love this song!” You beamed. 

“I know. I remember you telling me something about spending an entire year listening to AC/DC cause’ your dad loved their music. I downloaded a few of their albums after that. Not exactly what I’m used to, but definitely good ass kicking music.” He nodded. 

That stopped you dead in your tracks. You couldn't help the smile that faded quickly from your lips at his words. You were, to say the least, shocked. You must have mentioned your love for the band at some point, but honestly couldn't for the life of you remember when.  

But he did. And he listened to it because you liked them. 

“Huh.” You repeated, turning back around and trying to suppress the butterflies that began erupting out of your stomach. You could hear Bucky behind you drumming his hands on his thighs along to the song. You couldn't help but giggle at how offbeat he was.

“Take off in five minutes. Everyone ready?” Nat spoke through your coms. Everyone gave a thumb up as the jets engine whirled on, vibrating through the aircraft.

You listened carefully as your song faded away and the next one took its place. 

Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

You could physically feel Bucky’s mood shift behind you. The Super Soldier serum granting you access to his quickened heart beat and the lyrics mirrored the every present emotions you had been feeling this week.

Sad to see you go. Was sorta’ hopin’ that you’d stay. 

You let your mind wander as you listened to Bucky hum along quietly to the song, low and soft. The sound sending chills down your spine as the memory of your dreams from the past few nights replayed over in your mind. 

Baby, we both know. That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day.

Bucky’s lips trailed along your swollen throat, the feeling of pleasure over bruises he had left behind caused you to moan in ecstasy. The way he kissed you, not like before. This time full of lust and something dark. His hands dipped under your shirt, the feeling of hot and cold sending you over the edge as your eyes rolled back in your head. You wanted nothing more than for him to throw you against a wall, any wall and tear you limb from limb.

“I like this song too.” Bucky’s breath fanned across the back of your ear, rocketing you back to the Jet that was beginning to take off. You looked around the small space, praying that Bucky was the only one to notice your breath hitch in the back of your throat. 

Any reminisce of the idea that you had to stay away from Bucky shattered into a million pieces. The hate, still ever present, but you knew damn well that would be the best part. It only fueled your desire. He was going to be the death of you.

Or even better, you'd be the death of him...

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[lesbian-deadpool]

“Soulmates”

Part Two Of Three: It’s All For You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 3,273

Warnings: Canon, loneliness, grief… I’m sorry.

Request: For the anon who donated to the Australian Bushfires, who wanted angst. Well, you got it, buddy.

Summary: You.

A/N: Thanks again, to @missmonsters2 for helping me out with this idea.

(Not my GIF)

***

The world cried that night- The whole universe. The entire universe grieved as one that night. Every being had been affected, in the worst of ways, thanks to Thanos’s doing.

They were awake, of course they were. All of the Avengers were. That is, all of the surviving Avengers. No one was going to sleep tonight. it was pointless in even trying, really. But still, they did. Too exhausted with the battle and distraught with the loss, that all they could do, was lay in bed, and hope for sleep to take them away from this; This new-found, living nightmare.

And that’s where Natasha lay, curled up in the bed temporally given to her, in the Wakandan palace. Her friends laying in the surrounding rooms. Or if you were Rogers, pacing a hole into the floor. Natasha’s eyebrows were furrowed, as she replayed the whole fight, over and over again. Going through everything that she did wrong, could have done better, and could have done differently. Anything to make sure that the outcome was different. That they won.

Then she got to you.

You.

She watched you disappear over and over again. It was so vivid. Like she was living it all over again. The way your eyes dulled as she held you in her lap, how cold and dry your sweaty forehead had been when she kissed it. How you had vanished as soon as she had told you she loved you. She wasn’t even sure you had heard her. A part of her was glad. That way, if you came back, she wouldn’t have to deal with the heartbreak of you rejecting her, and her love. But mostly she was glad. Glad to get that off her chest. And after so long. Hoping deep in her heart, that she was able to give you some form of comfort and love, during your last seconds. And if she did manage to bring you back- bring you all back. Then she would happily deal with the heartbreak and everything that came with it. Because, at least then, you would know how she truly felt. And she just knew that she would remember this day- The sight of you turning to ash in her arms. Just as vividly, for the rest of her life.

Natasha didn’t even bother to wipe away the unstopping tears, that rolled down her cheeks. The salty water trails almost burning at her skin, just as it did her eyes, leaving her skin tight and irritated in their wake.

No.

She didn’t wipe them away. She just held onto herself. Tightly.

Just like you had done on many occasions. Too many, for her to even count. The way you would hold her after one of her nightmares, etched deeply into her mind. It was always you. You were there for her. Even if one of you were away and she had to call you in the middle of the night, just for you to calm her down, and tell her everything would be alright. Staying on the phone with her, until she fell back asleep, talking to her as she did. You made her feel safe. Always. For the first time in her life, she felt protected. Like she could get her guard down, as she lay in your arms. Soaking up in the warmth that you had offered her.

God, she fucking missed you.

So much.

And it hadn’t even been a day yet.

Exhaustion. That was the word best to describe Natasha at this point. Hardly able to keep her eyes open. The only thing keeping her awake, being the fresh grief pulsing throughout her body.

She needed sleep. Desperately. And she knew that. But with the thought of you replaying in her mind. She just couldn’t.

She needed you. At this moment, more than she ever had before.

You were always her hero. But you weren’t there to save her right now.

And God, she wished you were.

Burning filled Natasha’s eyes as she closed them. In one last sleepy bid to get some rest. Pushing the thoughts of you turning grey and crumbling away in her hands, from her mind. Instead choosing to think of your smile. The way it lit up a room, no matter how large, or sad it was. How it managed to fill her cold heart with warm brightness, like you had caged the sun and gifted it to her, letting it shine away in her heart.

Your silly jokes, that she would pretend to have, but would “secretly” adore. You knew this, of course. That’s why you told so many. Because of the small smile that would take over her face, and the way she would turn her head to hide it away from you.

How you would press a soft, warm kiss onto her forehead before you left for anywhere. If you- Or she had a mission. On your way to buck up some groceries, take out, or even going on a coffee run for everyone. If you were going home. Even the times you had left movie night early, because you were so tired, and just had to go to bed. Or else you would fall asleep where you said, and risk getting pranked by the boys. Who would try to graffiti your face with sharpie, stuff popcorn down your clothes, or do the classic ‘hand in water as you slept’ prank. If not for the red-head by your side, protecting you.

Ignoring the thought of ‘you’ll never see those again’ as best as she could.

In that moment, it felt almost as if your arms had curled around her, chin resting on her shoulder. And for that moment. For that one, what her old trainers would have called ‘weak’, moment. She allowed herself to think that you were there with her. That you were looking over her. You were there to keep her safe. To remind her that everything was going to be alright.

With that thought, Natasha finally fell into a tear-induced sleep. Dreaming of you, your smiling face, and the thought of your arms wrapped around her. Before it turned into your face, turning to ash, and drifting away with the breeze.

***

The next morning Natasha awoke to the thought of you, as to be expected.

With a hand upon her head, gazing up at the ceiling, her thought of you turned to your family.

Your family.

Oh God. Were they still here? Were they still alive?

And so that’s where Natasha lay, the morning after your death, scrolling through her phone, tracing the survival of your parents, and siblings. With bated breath.

The world had worked quick. Quicker than Natasha had ever expected. They had begun tracing all of the ‘Vanished’ as they had dubbed it. The list was few and far between, so Natasha totally disregarded it in her search. She was a super spy, she could easily find out if your family was alive, without the help of some website.

And what she found. Was truly devastating.

They were gone.

Every one of them.

Your parents. Your siblings. All of them. Even your Goddamn family dog.

Gone.

They were so proud of you.

You had once offhandedly told Natasha about how much they would talk about you, one night as you were having a drink at the bar together, to anyone who would listen. Telling them about how ‘their child was an Avenger’, ‘they were out there saving the world’, and how ‘you were a hero’. And you were. You were the greatest hero Natasha had ever seen.

At least they were with you. Wherever you were. If you were even anywhere. Lord knows that Natasha didn’t believe in any God that people would tell her about. The world was too cruel a place for any God to be overlooking it “protecting it” for them not to be a dick, because of all of the hate and cruelty this world has endured. Along with countless others across the universe.

Then Natasha was onto her next mission.

Penny Marring: Alive.

Natasha had some form of relief at that. Dropping her phone, and hand that held in onto her chest, her other hand balling into a fist, the fingers coming to rest against her lips, as tears started to well up into her eyes once again. At least you would have been happy at the fact that Penny was alive and well. Undoubtedly worried sick about you.

Fuck.

She had to tell her about you.

She had to know. And it had to come from her, and no-one else.

And so she did.

That same day, they were off, flying back to New York. Back home. To the compound, that was still alive with your memories. The memories that they could positively feel upon the deafeningly quiet quinjet.

The second they landed, they were bombarded with rushed questions from Pepper.

Natasha let Steve, Bruce, and Thor fill her in. But sadly that knew nothing of Tony, his whereabouts, or if he was even still alive. Along with the others that were with him. Natasha choosing to instead, show Rocket, the talking raccoon, to a place where he can stay for a while, and where the kitchen and other necessary rooms were.

Before she was off.

On her way to go break the love of your lives heart.

‘The love of your life’.

Natasha couldn’t help but hate the fact that you used to call her that, on so many occasions. Breaking her heart, more than it already was, every time you did.

Before she knew it she was standing before your and Pennys shared Appartement.

‘Well, just Penny’s now’.

A vicious voice spoke in the back of her mind. Causing all of the feelings, she had pushed away to come flooding back, akin to a tidal wave crashing down on her.

The sound of rushed footsteps on the other side of the door she had just knocked on, only made Natasha’s heart ache more.

The door hastily swung open, with at panicked, but relived, “Y/N?”

Penny’s face dropped at what she saw.

Natasha. And no you.

She broke down, not needing Natasha to say anything to tell her what happened. She knew you had disappeared with half of the world. She just didn’t know it was half of the universe.

Natasha couldn’t stop the streams of tears flowing down her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she choked out. Not knowing what to do, as she watched Penny’s knees grow week, forcing her to grip tightly to the doorframe, so she wouldn’t fall to her knees.

***

“I know.”

Penny’s raw voice drew Natasha from her far off daze. Blinking a few times, to regain herself, Natasha turned her head to look at the distraught girl sitting by her side on the sofa.

“Know what?”

“That you love her.”

Natasha’s breath got caught in her throat.

“It’s okay.” The brunette shrugged. “Who wouldn’t love her, really?”

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean too-”

“No one means to fall in love, Natasha. Not really,” she said, reaching over to grab Natasha’s hand, squeezing it lightly in comfort.

“She loved you too, you know?” Penny continued, drawing a shocked look from Natasha. She couldn’t breathe. You loved her? That wasn’t possible. You were so deeply in love with the girl by her side, that it was insane. You were perfect together. Everybody thought so, “Like really in love with you. You were all they would talk about.” She let out a small teary laugh. “I’m sorry, too.”

“Why do you have anything to be sorry for?”

“I guess…” she breathed out a deep sigh. “I was just taking as much of her time as I could before you inevitably got together.”

Natasha shook her head, wishing for Penny to stop. This hurt too much, no matter how relieved Natasha felt that her feelings were, supposedly, reciprocated.

“And now she’d gone,” Penny concluded, “And you don’t get to spend your life with her.”

“Don’t be silly, she never would have left you.”

“Natasha,” she chuckled lightly, “If you would have tried, she would have chosen you in a heartbeat.”

She left a couple hours after that, making sure Penny would be alright by herself. When the girl had confirmed enough for her liking, Natasha finally took her leave.

Once the door closed behind her, she was free to berate herself for not confessing to you long ago.

Maybe things would have turned out differently if she had.

No.

Of course, they wouldn’t.

It was always going to end up this way.

Nothing could have stopped you vanishing.

Penny was such a nice girl, and she just wanted a slither of your love, before you left. And now she felt guilty for taking up all of your time, and Natasha hated herself for honing such disdain for the brunette.

And so Natasha started her walk back to the Compound, intending on climbing into bed, and crying this day away, before she had to busy herself with life and her duties to the world, the following day.

***

The year had dragged on incredibly slow, it was only to be expected.

It was the anniversary of ‘The Snap’.

And Natasha was alone at the compound, left to suffer with her grief alone. With nothing but a text from Steve, talking about some bullshit silver lining, or whatever. She couldn’t be mad at the boys. Not really. They had decided to move on. Sometimes she desired to do the same. Then the thought of you popped into her mind, and she just couldn’t bring it in herself to leave. She just wished that the guys would show that they cared more about the fact that you were gone. Of course, they missed you. They grieved you alongside Natasha. But they didn’t feel the same for you, that she did.

She needed you back.

Natasha was resilient, you had once called her ‘as stubborn as a mule’ which she guessed was true; but at times, exactly like this one, she was glad for that trait of hers. Which is why, beyond her better judgement, as she peered up at the start night sky, a glass of strong liquor in her hand, your choice of drink, and a lone tear rolling from her eye, she promised with everything she had, that she would get you back.

***

Four years later.

Time had dragged on. That’s for sure. 

It was meant to get easier, wasn’t it?

That’s what everyone said.

“The pain will fade”, “You’ll get over it”, “It will dull over time. Soon you’ll be able to live life like normal again”.

Yeah, well Natasha called bullshit on all of that.

Every. Single. Bit. Of. It.

The pain never left. It was with her when she awoke, all the way through the day, until her head hit your her pillow and she fell asleep within seconds out of pure exhaustion.

On most days, it was even with her as she slept. The pain rearing its ugly head and plaguing her dreams as nightmares.

She never got over it. How was she supposed too, really? It was impossible. How could she get over what happened? How could she get over everyone who disappeared? How could she, seriously, get over you?

It never dulled.

She just learned how to live around it.

Life changed. Nothing was as it was before. Nothing was normal. And if she was being honest with herself, she knew that it would never be normal ever again.

Natasha wished you were there. God, how she wished you were there.

You would make the cold, empty compound better in every conceivable way.

She thought that every day. And that’s where she was now.

Sitting at her desk, which was previously the compounds dining table, a glass of scotch in front of her, as the sun slowly set. Stewing in her own thoughts.

Natashas thoughts of you soon turned to Penny, after remembering all the times you had brought her to the compound.

She had met someone new.

A guy named Phillip something or other, Natasha had run into them at the store a little over a year back. He seemed nice, treat her well, and loved her, too. They were married at that time. And Natasha couldn’t help but think of how she would have never been able to do that. She would have never been able to get over you. After all. She wasn’t.

Steve told her that she should.

Repeatedly.

“I tell everyone they should move on. But not us. We don’t. We should. She’d want you’d to move on, Nat.”

That’s what he’d say, every single time he came over.

He ignored him.

Steve understood her. He lost Peggy in a similar way and was forced to move on, too. But in some self-destructive way, she didn’t want to move on. She wanted to keep on hoping, that someday she would find a way to bring you back. Because if she stopped hoping… she knew it would destroy her.

***

Thank God, for Scott and his quantum physics stuff. And thank God, for Tony Stark, for having enough brains to create a time machine, and have it fully up and functional.

The team was back together, with a couple of additions. That was all Natasha had ever wanted, for her “found family”, ever since those stupid accords were created. For them to stick together.

And here they were. They were going to bring you back. They were going to bring you all back.

For the first time in a long time, Natasha felt happy. And no matter how much hope she tried to have during those five lonely years, she hadn’t felt this much hope. For anything, really.

She could practically feel the excitement buzzing throughout her, as she stood on the circular podium, ready to get shot off into the past.

Natasha just could not wait to see your face again.

The face she had thought and dreamt about, every day that you were gone.

And now she was going to get you back.

Whatever it takes.

***

It was cold.

Natasha was cold.

She attributed that to the fear coursing through her body, at this moment. Dangling off the side of a high cliff, hand clasped tightly in Clint’s sweaty palm. Looking up at him, as he cried and begged for her not to do this.

She didn’t wast too. Not really. She wanted to see your face again. Tell you that she loved you and have you be able to reply this time, no matter what that reply would be. But this was something that she had to do. She had to get you back. She just had too.

“Natasha, don’t do this. Please,” Clint whimpered.

“I have too.”

“No, you don’t. Y/N. You have to see Y/N, again.”

“Tell her I love her,” Natasha spoke, almost as if she was confessing it to you. Wishing that she was looking at your face, and not Clints. But in a much nicer circumstance.

“Tell her yourself.”

“Let me go,” Natasha whispered, “It’s okay.”

Natasha fell backwards, with the sound of Clints screams all around her. And the thought of you in her mind.

Because, she contemplated, if she couldn’t see you in the flesh, one last time. Then the thought of you would be the next best thing.

With the memory of you in her mind. Your smiling face, bright eyes, and warm shining being. Natasha wasn’t scared anymore.

Because you were with her. Until the very end.

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[stachmousworld]

P*$$y fairy (Hot Smut) P.1

Pairing: Steve rogers x WOC original character

Tag: Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, virginity loss (blood), oral sex, consensual all the way through.

Part 2 

“No,” she said categorically.

“Please…pretty please…” Julie begged her best friend.

“No. You are out of your mind. I won’t do it.”

Julie took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to invoke this, but…do you remember the life or death experience from march?”

Her bestfriend sent her a death glare.

“On all the shit you could use this, you chose this one?”

Julie nodded vehemently. She plumped her lower lip and opened her big blue eyes. She knew that her bestfriend wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Argh! Ok! Stop looking at me like that!” She said, throwing her hands in the air. “What I wouldn’t do for my so-called friend.”

Juliet jumped into her arms and thanked her.

“I let you prepare yourself. My stepdad is a little bit nervous. So be prepared.”

She rolled her eyes and gave her best smile. Julie grimaced.

“You won’t fuck it up on purpose, right? Because he really likes you and he loves talking to you about these boring things.”

Her best friend plopped on the couch. She reveled in the compliments. She, also, loved to discuss with Steve. He was as smart as handsome and could debate for hours. If he wasn’t Julie’s stepdad, she’d totally go for him.

“Why would I do that, Julie?” She asked, her voice laying thick on sarcasm.

Julie glared at her.

“I know I should have never asked you to do that,” she muttered, leaving the room

“After tonight, we’re even!” She screamed, cackling like a hyena. “Finally, even,” she repeated in a mutter.

 It took her a few minutes to get prepared. She chose a regular outfit. Tight little red dress with short heels. Julie’s stepdad was quite tall, but she didn’t want to have sore feet before the end of the night. She shook her head and patted her wig. She had chosen a burgundy one and had curled the long hair. She looked gorgeous if she did say so herself. She shook her head enjoying the feeling of the silky hair on her back.

It didn’t take long before Julie’s stepdad rang at the door. She took her jacket, her bag and opened the door. Mister Rogers looked…too handsome to be real. He had trimmed his full beard, she remarked, out loud. His entire face relaxed. He let out a chuckle.

“What else have I changed, miss?”

She smiled recognizing the competition.

“Your hair is longer, and you didn’t dye them. You don’t where your contacts today.” He looked briefly shocked. A small smile appeared on his face. “You normally don’t wear anything that “posh” so that’s a win for me. It looks good on you. Dark blue makes your eyes pop more.”

Mister Rogers licked his lip slowly, then smiled again. It’s weird how she could notice more details from him because she was attracted to him. She didn’t want to freak him out, so she’d just focus on the more obvious.

“Can we stay in your apartment just one second?” he asked out of the blue.

She opened her mouth to question him but thought otherwise. She pushed herself out of the way and let him in.

 He was standing there, in the middle of her living room, looking out of place. The blue of his suit clashed with the warm colors in her apartment, but he didn’t care. No. He seemed perfectly at in his element.

“Do you need to go to the toil –”

“Shhh” he ordered her softly. “Do you remember Julie’s 21st birthday?”

She unconsciously took a step back as memories flooded her mind. Some parts were hazy and others more like a living fantasy. She didn’t remember taking anything, no alcohol nor drugs, that’s for sure. So, there was no way what happened was real. It had been a vivid, extremely vivid dream.

“Yeah?”

Mister Rogers unbuttoned his vest and laid it on the armchair. He sat down and crossed his leg. He was gazing at her, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you remember what happened between us?”

“Between us?” She repeatedly dumbly.

He nodded patiently. Slowly drumming on his ankle.

“I don’t…what happened?” She preferred asking. It had been a vivid dream. Nothing had been real she reassured herself.

“Julie was having a party downstairs, and everyone was partying, drinking and enjoying their night, right?”

“Hm.” Her breathing grew shallower.

“Yep. I was upstairs in my bedroom, minding my own business when you can in my room. Your face was as red as a beetroot. I thought you were having an allergic reaction.”

She frowned. She had no memories of that.

“I came to you, helped you out. You were stuttering something about an important issue,” he chuckled. “I asked you what that had to do with me…”

 Memories came as he talked.

 “But you don’t understand, Mister Rogers! I’m going to die a virgin,” she pouted, unashamed. She was high on adrenaline and felt braver than she’d ever think.

Mister Rogers – Steve smiled and shook his head, amused.

“Isn’t that a tad dramatic? Even for you?”

“And what I’m supposed to do?”

Steve moved around the room, tidying as he walked through.  

“Finding a boy who’ll love you and make love to you.”

She grimaced and grunted.

“That’s going to take forever. Plus, boys my age don’t know shit about sex. It’s ‘oh a vagina, let me put my dick in it.’ and a few seconds later they cum and you’re still dry as fuck and they don’t care about that because, ‘women should be wet all the time’ or my favorite response ‘It’s not my problem’.” She flopped on his bed and laid there, sighing deeply. “I’m going to die a virgin.”

Steve started laughing surprising her. She raised her head and smiled softly.

“That’s not funny…” She grumbled.

Steve took a look at her and laughed some more.

“Mister Rogers! This is a really serious matter.”

“Ok, ok I stop.” He raised his hands in mock defense. “But you have to understand that for me, a man of the wrong side of 30, it’s kind of hilarious that your main worry in life is losing your virginity.” He made his way toward her and sat next to her. “You have your entire life to get it figured it out. I don’t want you to rush things up. Like you said, boys your age don’t really think about giving.”

She frowned not liking at all the paternal tone. She didn’t want to wait many more years. She wanted to have sex right now. Her eyes grew wide. Right now. Parties were a good way to have sex so Julie said.

“Why do I know you didn’t listen jack shit of what I just said?” He sighed.

“Thank you, mister Rogers! But I gotta go.” She jumped off the bed and quickly made her way to the door.

“Wait!” She stopped. “What are you going to do, exactly?”

She spun around. “Have sex. Parties are known to have horny people. I’m sure I’d find someone to sleep with me. Easy peasy.”

Steve who had been laughing a few minutes ago was dead serious. He looked reprobative and the frown on his face wasn’t reassuring.

“That’s exactly the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“Yeah, and?” She kept glancing behind her as if the horny people would disappear in a minute.

“You will regret it.”

“And?” She pressed him.

“It’s supposed to be –.”

“I’m going to cut you right there, Mister Rogers. I don’t care at this point. I want an orgasm or two. That’s it.”

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is unbelievable. Are you drunk?” She shook her head. “Baked?” Another shook.

Steve stood up. He raised his eyes to the ceiling. “God forgive me.” He looked at his feet, then at her. “I can’t in all fairness let you have some maybe unprotected sex with a knucklehead, who’s going to cum in a few seconds and leave you dry.”

She blushed at his crudity.

“You shouldn’t blush. Those are the words you used.”

She tried to explain herself but failed miserably.

“I’m going to propose something. Instead of sleeping with someone you don’t know, I’ll do it.”

She choked on her saliva. Her nostrils burned as her saliva went through them. She wiped her nose hastily.

“What do you mean by I’ll do it?” She had to make sure she heard it right.

“I’ll fuck you” The blush intensified. Steve smirked mischievously. “I’ll put my erection in your wet vagina. I’ll put my dick in your greedy hole and fill you up quite nicely.”

She shuffled her feet trying to not cross her legs and be obvious. There was an aching between her legs. It was both familiar and yet unfamiliar. She was used to being horny but the emptiness inside of her had never felt so awful.

“You don’t have to be this crude,” she repeated weakly.

Steve walked slowly toward her. His eyes never left hers.

“Why? Do you think those frat boys would be more polite?” He stood a few feet from her. “No. They’d treat you like a whore, manhandle you. And if you find the wrong one, he’ll make sure to tell his friends about your little pussy.” His voice grew deeper. “And I’d have to beat the hell out of these boys.” He approached until her face collided with his broad chest. “But we don’t want that right?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Have you ever seen a dick before?”

The change of subject gave her whiplash.

“No.” He took a few steps backward and sat on the bed legs open.

“Come and work for it, then.”

She walked a little unsure of what to do. Did he want her to suck him or jerk him off?

She kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. First surprise was that he was soft but long. The tip was a pretty pinkish. She rolled her fingers around the shaft and slowly moved. Steve hissed. Her head snapped up.

“Keep going, baby girl. Take your time and do whatever you think could feel good. But no teeth.”

“Oh, and I thought I could bite it off,” she joked.

Before Steve could reply she sucked the tip. Her tongue rolled around the bulbous head, tasting a drop of precum. She hummed, finally relaxing. She swallowed more of his dick, making sure to hide her teeth. 

The tip hit the back of the throat. She moaned and kept going past her gag reflex, until she was nuzzled on his pubic. She cleared her throat, making him moaned loudly. 

He gripped the sheets next to him. She slowly bobbed her throat enjoying his growing thickness in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as he was fully erected. She couldn’t deepthroat him anymore and mourned the feeling of his hair on her face.

His carnal scent made her dizzy.

With one hand she rolled and squeezed his balls and with the other she jerked him off. She bobbed her head faster, as his groans grew louder.

“God, what a mouth…” he hissed. He placed a hand on her head and fucked her mouth. She closed her eyes, mouth agape, barely breathing. He forced his length inside her throat making her gag. Her eyes watered.

He finally let go of her when she was on the verge to faint. He slapped his wet dick onto her cheeks, avoiding her stretched tongue.

“That’ll be for later. I guess.” He pushed grabbed her and laid her on the bed. She let him do, still not believing she had sucked her bff stepdad. When she came back to herself, Steve had already taken care of his clothes and hers. He was between her legs, caressing the apex of her thighs. She moaned, pushing her hip onto his face.

“I thought you would never come back to yourself.”

“First time sucking a dick, so…” she said, voice a little hoarse.

Steve smiled. “And you did amazing. I would have cum in your mouth, but the night is young.”

She keened at the praise.

“But now you got your fill, I’ll need to prepare you,” he said, before diving in. She almost jerked away when she felt his tongue around her clit. The sensation felt unfamiliar yet so tantalizing.

She dropped back and rolled her hip on his face. Steve pressed her hips on the mattress and ravaged her. His tongue was lapping, circling her clit with extreme precision. He sucked on her clit like a popsicle. Pleasure washed over her rendering her boneless.

Steve moaned around her clit.

“Mister Rogers!” She screamed, as her orgasm approached.

Steve stopped. She whined and tried to push his head back. He laughed patting her hands out. He used his fingers to rub her clit. Briefly. So brief, she wasn’t even sure he did it.

One long finger slid in. She gaped, back arching. He was so deep. Deeper than her fingers could have been.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” He muttered, on the skin of her thigh. He pressed a few kisses. A second finger got in quite easily. Her body went laxed, before tensing. He had crooked his fingers and hit…God…it was so good. She fucked herself on his fingers enjoying their callosity and thickness.

Steve chuckled. “If I had known you were that greedy, I would have started earlier.”

“Tol’ ya,” she gasped.

A third one came in. She tensed feeling a bit too stretched.

“I’m bigger than that baby girl.” He groaned. “I can’t wait to see my dick stretching you out. Just for me.”

He went back to sucking her clit. The sudden onslaught and pleasure rushing through her veins relaxed her. She could hear the watery noise from her pussy. She pressed her legs around his head and pushed him into her. Steve didn’t push her this time and accepted.

Out of the sudden, Steve crooked is fingers making a wince. She was about to tell him when she felt a spark of pleasure erupting from her pussy. She grabbed her chest, dazed. Steve pressed into her sweet spot, hitting it every time.

She couldn’t breath. She couldn’t stay focus.

Her orgasm uncoiled suddenly after a particular brutal thrust. Her entire body spasmed on the bed. She couldn’t help herself but moan, whine and call his name. 

It took a few minutes hour or days for she knew to come back to reality. Her body was sensitive and yet, she wasn’t really satiated.

“Here,” he said, bringing a straw to her mouth. She raised her head and sipped. The first one was at least as orgasmic as what had happened. Between sucking Steve’s dick and being fingerfucked within an inch of her life, her throat felt like sandpaper.

“Delicious.” She smacked her lips a few times enjoying the cold water. She sipped some more finishing the glass.

“I know. There is nothing orgasmic than water when you are thirsty.”

She hummed, eyes closed, enjoying being naked on satin sheets.

 The bed dipped. Steve opened her legs and laid on her. He pressed some kisses on her face before kissing her mouth. He bit her lower tongue and plunge his tongue inside. He grinded his erection on her slit. Sweet wet noises resonated in the room. She caressed his biceps to his back. She brought her legs around his, pressing them together.

Steve bit her tongue. She groaned.

“Sweet girl,” he complimented her. He rocked his hips against hers. “Saw you a few days ago, in that small shirt with nothing under.” He pinched her right nipple. “All I dreamt of was bending you and fuck you till you call me daddy.” He grazed her jaw with his teeth. “I dream everyday about my sweet baby girl, calling me daddy. And me, you know what I do?” She shook her head completely dazed. “I have your legs on my shoulders, while I pound MY sweet pussy until you try to push me away because it is too much. I make you come every time and you always end up bursting with my cum.”

He licked her lips, thrusting his tongue in. He played with hers in a sloppy kiss. She didn’t even try to fight with him and let him take what he wanted. In a short conscious moment, she realized that she also dreamt of him. And maybe she had tried to attract his intention, but who cared right now.

 Steve sat on his haunches. He gripped his flushing erection slapping it on her clit and hole. He pretended to slip it in making her angry. She tried to push him in herself, but he slapped her hand away.

“Patience. I don’t want to rush it.” His tip got caught on the hole. “I wonder if you’ll put some red on my ledger?”

What? She didn’t have the time to ask that he pressed in. She immediately tensed. Steve tsked.

“My tip is barely in, baby girl.” He thrusted out then in. He got a little more in, but she was still tensed. “I thought you said you were ready? If you don’t want, we can still stop. Actually, we can stop even in the middle of it, it’s your choice.”

She blushed with embarrassment. She was ridiculous. It wasn’t supposed to go like that.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s totally normal, that’s your first time. I’d be totally surprised if you’d be wide open, ready to take it like that. Do you want to continue?”

“Yes, please,” she asked, vulnerable. He smiled softly and kissed her forehead. He leaned forward, caging her with his arms.

“Focus on me,” he whispered, diving for kiss. As his tongue played with hers, she felt a pinch inside of her. She unconsciously tensed up. Steve placed a hand on her clit and rubbed it fast. His tongue battled with hers as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her.

She wanted to cry. She felt so full, so good, so stretched. Her eyes rolled back. His dick was so large and hard. She surely could feel him in her heart. God!

“That’s Steve or Daddy for you babe.” He groaned in her ear as pleasure took them both to new heights. “You are so good to me. So tight…I won’t be able to get enough of this.” He kept sliding deeper inside her. Tears ran down her face. How could he go that far inside of her.

“That’s okay, baby girl, I know it is overwhelming. Daddy’s dick fill you up quite nicely, isn’t?”

She cried some more. “So good.”

Steve kissed her nose. “I know. Now, it’s time to see something.” He slid out in a slow motion. He moaned her name and squeezed her hips hard. The emptiness disturbed her. She wanted him back in.

“Oh,” he said.

She raised her head and saw a hint of red around the crown of his dick. She frowned not understanding what was the problem. Steve raised an eyebrow and looked at her with awe. Oh. Realization dawned upon her. Her hymen had broken. Steve surged forward kissing her with renewed passion.

“God, you are mine now. All mine, baby girl.”

He pressed his erection onto her hole and slid right in. She felt a slight discomfort, but the overwhelming pleasure took over. He started thrusting.

“So tight…” He kept murmuring inside her ear. “Will fuck you all night, don’t worry. ‘be so sore tomorrow.”

She barely could breath anymore. His dick hit her sweet spot no matter what. The more she tried to make him slowdown a bit, the less he did.

She finally let go. He stood there above her, beard glistening with sweat and her juice, dark blue eyes peering on her. He slowed for a bit. 

She sighed in relief.

“Are you ready, for the grand final?” He whispered huskily.

She raised an eyebrow. The what now?

He chuckled darkly. His thrusts grew faster. She gripped the sheets around her to stay grounded.

“Fuck!” She screamed when his tip hit home. He grabbed her legs, bend them until they hit her chest. She was constricted and could barely move.

“Better like that…” he groaned to himself. “Deeper…hungry hole…”

He pressed harder her legs and started pounding her. It instantly knocked the breath out of her. His dick speared her to the limit and the bulbous head was now slamming against her spot.

She started seeing white spot. She blinked rapidly to stay conscious, but Steve wouldn’t fucking let go.

“Fuck, that pussy so good!” He screamed. His thrusts were now wilder.

She screwed her eyes and grimaced as her orgasm knocked her out. Steve kept thrusting inside her, not even slowing down. He bent to her ears and grunted. “Gonna come…fuck…so tight…”

A few thrusts later and he suddenly stilled inside her. She gasped as his semen coated her walls and automatically rolled her hips, milking him for some more.

She closed her eyes…

“So, do you remember, now?” Steve asked, still on the armchair.

Part 2

[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Different Worlds (5)

Summary: You’re the youngest Winchester, a girl who needs to show her big brothers that she doesn’t need help. Then one day, on a totally normal vampire hunt that you had all under control, three meddling Avengers come barging in.

Warnings: language, violence, canon divergence, slow burn, me making stuff up

Word Count: 2001

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Chapter 5: Answers and Headaches

The Winchesters led the Avengers to a large, run-down building that was secluded in the woods. Bucky looked at Steve, then back at the building. If this was a trap, they could take them. The two Winchesters didn’t have any magic… that he knew of. 

“We’re home!” (Y/N) shouted as she opened a door to reveal a large, open room. The inside was much nicer than the outside.

She went down the metal staircase first, followed by her brother and the strange man in the trench coat. The Avengers went down after them, one by one. Tony had collapsed his nanotech suit, but Bucky saw that he kept one of his repulsors on his hand. 

A tall man with shaggy brown hair walked out of the next room. His already annoyed expression became darker when he noticed Bucky and the rest of the Avengers. The next person to greet them was a young man with dark brown hair. His expression was similar to the first man’s, but when he saw the superheroes, his expression brightened. Then the red-haired book thief walked in next. Her large smile grew larger when she saw the large group of people. 

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked when he noticed their expressions. 

“We,” the tall man forced a smile, “have a guest.”

“A guest that isn’t the superhero group behind us?” (Y/N) clarified. 

Then a dark-haired man in a black suit swaggered in to join everyone. The redhead, Bucky thought he heard (Y/N) call her Rowena, smiled even wider. 

“Hello, Squirrel,” the man said to Dean in a British accent. Then he turned to (Y/N). “Do I have a nickname for you, dear? Rabbit? Do you like carrots?”

“Crowley,” Dean growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Came to visit my mummy.” Crowley gestured to Rowena. Bucky’s mind really couldn’t keep up with all this. “I caught wind that she had a very special book.”

“Can we just put everything on pause,” Steve interrupted, “and catch us up to speed?”

The rest of the Avengers mumbled their agreement. 

“Everyone into the library,” (Y/N) ordered.

Everyone walked into the next room and found a seat at one of the tables. The Avengers on one side, (Y/N) and her gang on the other. 

“First, introductions,” Tony spoke up. “You know who we are.”

“Meh,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t follow your shitty reality TV show lives.”

The billionaire opened his mouth in offense but Bucky smiled at her. She smiled back and then quickly looked away. Was she blushing?

“I’m Captain America but you can call me Steve Rogers,” Steve began. “This is my friend Bucky Barnes, he was the Winter Soldier, and my other friend Sam Wilson. He’s the Falcon.” He introduced the rest of the present Avengers, pointing at them when he said their name and superhero alias. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Uh, I’m (Y/N) Winchester.” She gave a small wave. “My brothers: Sam and Dean. That’s Castiel, we call him Cas, Jack, and Rowena. Then there’s Crowley.”

“And that was actually Lucifer back there? The Devil? Satan?” the Avengers’ Sam asked. The Winchesters, Cas, and Jack nodded in confirmation. 

“So what the fuck even happened at the cafe?” Clint raised his hand like he was in school. 

“Lucifer escaped,” Cas explained in a low voice. “We used the Magicae Libro and Rowena as bait to trap him again.”

“The ‘Magicae Libro?’” Nat asked. “The Magic Book? Very creative.”

“They didn’t need to be creative when it was the only one,” (Y/N) pointed out. Bucky saw Cas narrow his eyes at her.

“The Magicae Libro is the world’s first spellbook,” said Cas. “Written by witches who were guided by Lucifer.”

“Goddamned witches are a thing too?” Bucky thought about all the supernatural entities he had learned about in the past month: vampires, ghosts, Satan, and now witches? What else was there?

“Yes, ‘goddamned witches’ are a thing,” the Scottish woman said in a slightly harsh tone. “I’m a witch. One of the most powerful, I would say.”

“So who took the Devil?” Tony put everyone back on track. 

“Some angels.” (Y/N) shrugged like it was no big deal. 

“Angels?” multiple Avengers exclaimed.

“Yes, we exist,” Cas answered in prediction to the questions heading his way. 

“You’re an angel?” Steve’s eyes were wide with awe. 

“So Lucifer and angels exist,” Wanda began, “does that mean God and demons exist too?”

“Yes.” (Y/N)’s side of the table answered simultaneously. 

“Are you sure?”

“Considering I am literally the King of Hell,” Crowley said proudly as his eyes turned blood-red, “I am very sure.”

“And God?” 

“Chuck can go suck a dick, honestly,” (Y/N) blurted out. 

“Chuck?”

“My grandfather went by the pen name ‘Chuck Shurley’ for a while,” Jack explained. “He still insists to be called ‘Chuck.’”

“Grandfather?” Clint raises his eyebrows. 

“God has a fucking pen name?”

“Grandfather!?”

“Why does ‘Chuck Shurley’ sound familiar?” Nat tapped her finger on the table as she tried to remember. 

“Grandfather!?”

“He wrote a shit ton of books based on our lives,” Dean shook his head. “He called it ‘Supernatural.’”

“Grandfather!?”

Wanda sucked in a breath and looked at Nat. “I think we read one of the books during a girl’s night.”

“GRANDFATHER!?” Clint was shouting now. 

“My father is Lucifer. I’m a Nephilim,” Jack unhelpfully explained. Bucky swore that every time they tried to explain something, more questions would arise. 

“Please explain,” Tony groaned and rubbed his head.

“A Nephilim is—”

“I know what a Nephilim is. How is your father the fucking Devil?”

“My mother was Kelly Kline,” the young man said before he was interrupted again.

“Wasn’t she President Rooney’s aide?” Steve asked.

“Yes. My father briefly possessed the President of the United States.” Jack was only met with silence as the Avengers tried to wrap their head around the very large info dump. Bucky could see (Y/N) trying to hide a smirk. “He got my mother pregnant. She died giving birth to me.”

“I thought she only died in 2017?”

“This kiddo is only seven years old.” (Y/N) placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. 

“I need a break.” Tony placed his head on the table. 

“I’ll get some beers,” Dean offered and left the room. 

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You walked over to Bucky with your beer in hand. He gave you a charming smile as you sat down in the chair that was just recently vacated by Steve.

“How are you doing?” you asked.

“Fine, I guess.” Bucky studied your face and you could feel your face warm up. “Are you some supernatural being too?”

“Nope. I’m nothing special.”

“I think you’re very special.”

“Even my brothers are more special than me,” you sighed.

“I think you’re greatly underestimating your value, doll.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. You usually hated talking about yourself but Bucky’s compliments were nice. Very nice.

“S-so do you think this is below your paygrade?”

“Sweetheart,” you blushed at the second nickname, “I think this is above my paygrade. It’s above all of our paygrades.”

“You guys deal with this stuff a lot?” Steve joined the conversation.

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged. “Sometimes we just go on small hunts. Some monsters would be killing people and hunters go get rid of them. For some reason, it’s always me and my brothers who have to deal with the Apocalypse or the random angel who wants to be God.”

“The Apocalypse happened?”

“We stopped the Apocalypse from happening.”

“When?”

“Way before you guys formed,” your Sam said. “Like in 2009.”

“I had just become Iron Man,” Tony shook his head, “and you guys stopped the Apocalypse?”

“Sometimes I miss the Apocalypse,” you confess. “Simpler times.”

“Definitely simpler than the fucking leviathans,” Dean agreed.

“Oh, Chuck. I hated the leviathans.”

“Let’s skip over the fact that you miss the fucking Apocalypse and move on to ‘What is a leviathan?’” Avenger Sam asked.

“We accidentally opened a portal to Purgatory in 2012 and a bunch of shapeshifting leviathans escaped.”

“Have you heard of Dick Roman?” You looked around the room at each member of the Avengers. Tony, Natasha, and Clint nodded. “He was the leviathan leader.”

“You said they were shapeshifters,” Bucky said slowly. “Did they impersonate you three and go on a killing spree?”

“Yep!” You beamed at him. You don’t know why, but it felt like a weight lifted off your chest when Bucky knew you weren’t actually a serial killer.

“You face monsters and it seems that all odds are against you,” Natasha pointed out. “You guys must be good at your jobs if you’re still alive.”

“Oh, no,” Dean corrected. You smiled. Their reaction was going to be hilarious. “All of us here have died before. Multiple times.”

The Avengers looked like fish, opening and closing their mouths as they processed the information.

“How?” Bucky looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Sammy was stabbed and I made a deal with a demon to bring him back,” Dean started. “Because of the deal, I was dragged to hell until Cas dragged my ass back out. Then there was the whole Mark of Cain thing when I became a demon.”

“The good times,” Crowley sighed as he reminisced.

“I was stuck in a time loop once where Dean died every day.” Your Sam shuddered at the memory.

“Remember when those two hunters killed you ‘cause you started the Apocalypse?” You smirk. You had missed that fateful night as you were off hunting somewhere else.

“Raphael made me explode. Then Lucifer exploded me. Then I imploded because of the leviathans. Then I was stabbed by some lady. Then Lucifer killed me again.”

“God smote me.” Jack frowned.

“Lucifer killed me twice,” Rowena said simply as she looked at her nails.

“I had to die to become a demon.”

“I was smote… smited… smoted,” you gave up and continued, “by Gadreel, an angel, when he possessed Sammy. Then I was mauled by a werewolf.” You wrinkled your nose at the memory. Honestly, you didn’t know which one was worse but you ended up in Hell both times. That was literally a pain in the ass.

“You guys really know how to throw a party,” Tony snarked.

“I don’t see how that’s a party,” Natasha responded.

“I understood that reference!” Steve said with a smile on his face.

“I don’t understand that reference.” Cas looked around, confused.

You sighed and changed the topic, “Do you have any more questions?”

“Well, yes,” Avenger Sam said. “But I don’t think I have the mental capacity for any of the answers.

“That’s for sure,” you heard Bucky say. You let out a snort and Avenger Sam glared at both of you.

“Then it’s time for you all to leave,” Dean announced. “Thanks for stopping by and drinking our beer, but now we have to get back to work.”

“Yes,” Steve agreed and stood up. “We have some work to do as well.”

The Avengers made their way back into the map room and up the metal staircase. They said goodbye one by one and left the bunker until only Bucky was left.

“I hope I’ll see you again,” you said and held out your hand.

“I hope so too.” He took your hand with both of his. How did you not notice his left hand, and possibly arm, was metal? “I want to learn more about you and your work.”

“You know where I live now. See you ‘round, Bucky.”

He smiled, dropped your hand, and gave you one last wave before he left. You knew you had a stupid smile on your face, but for once you let yourself be happy. You stood there for a minute before Rowena broke the silence.

“I thought they’d never leave!” she exclaimed. “I just wanted to play with the Magicae Libro.” A moment of silence. “Where is the Magicae Libro?”

“Where’s Crowley?” Jack asked and you all looked around the library.

“Aw, fuck!”

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