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Moments, Chapter 25 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: It’s the day before the wedding of Bucky and Lacey. The Avengers, plus other invited guests, descend on Clint’s farm.

Length: 4.1 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Tommy, the Avengers and related family members, the Wakandans.

Warnings: None. It’s all fluff.

Author notes: Enjoy the preparations.

<<Chapter 24

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Several months later

The RV was huge, bigger than anything Bucky could have imagined. It and a dozen others just like it were scattered about Clint Barton's farmyard to accommodate the wedding visitors. Nick Fury went all out on their behalf when he learned of the wedding location, arranging for the RVs and the glamping tents for those who were more adventurous. He even arranged for generators to power the units, all of them with much appreciated air conditioning, and a water supply. Bucky shared this unit with Sam, Sarah and the boys. Sarah was in one of the bedrooms while he took the other. Sam and the boys had bunk beds in the centre of trailer. Lacey and her family were put up in the Barton's house, although the boys, including Tommy, all asked if they could camp out in one of the glamping tents. When AJ and Cass found out they asked if they could stay in the tents with the others. They all had a blast, forming close friendships that lasted for years.

In the weeks leading up to the wedding day several of the Avengers had showed up when they had some free days to help clear out the barn and make it acceptable as a reception venue. There were all sorts of farm treasures found during the cleanup that even Clint didn't know about and they used them as decoration in the farmyard, after restoring them. The old truck that Bucky hid in became a source of tinkering for several people and when they got it cleaned up then running Clint couldn't believe it. For many of those on the team the cleanup and the truck tinkering became a bonding moment that allowed them to grow closer in a non-mission environment. By the day of the stag they were all a close knit bunch. So much so that when they hauled Bucky out of the RV and blindfolded him he let it happen without a struggle. They put him in the bed of the old truck and took a tortuously long route over uneven farmland before stopping and letting him remove the blindfold. He laughed out loud at seeing that they were still on Clint's land but were well away from the house in front of a huge pile of deadwood. Clint splashed some gasoline on it then lit a match and dropped it on the pile, setting it ablaze. From a cooler came beer, several bottles of scotch and cigars for everyone. Sitting on stumps around the fire they shot the breeze, telling stories of old missions, old girlfriends, and sports. As everyone got slowly drunk, except for him and Thor, Bucky laughed.

"You know that I can't get drunk?" he stated emphatically to the others.

"Not on regular alcohol," smiled Thor, as he pulled a small flask out of his pocket. "But this ... one drink will knock you out until your wedding day so you get a small taste only."

He pulled out the smallest shot glass that Bucky had ever seen and poured enough to fill it halfway. With a smirk Bucky took it and Thor raised his flask to him. The others raised their drinks as well.

"Here's to you, Buck, and your bride to be," he said. "May you have many children and many years to enjoy your life together.”

Bucky downed the shot glass as Thor took a long swig from his flask. Within seconds it hit him hard, and for the first time since 1943, Bucky felt drunk, very, very drunk. His whole body felt warm and he began to sweat. Then his vision went weird as everything swirled in front of his eyes.

"Fuck, what the hell is that?" he gasped.

"Asgardian mead," replied Thor, with a smile. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah ... no," stammered Bucky. "I feel like I'm going to pass out."

"Maybe that was too much for you," mused Thor. "Sorry, you'll be okay. Try lying down and breathing deeply."

Bucky fell off the stump to the laughter of the others and lay on his back looking up at the night sky. He breathed deeply and slowly. The panic that he felt with his first reaction passed and he began to enjoy the experience. It was better than any other alcoholic effect he ever experienced prior to becoming a super soldier. Sam and Terry approached and stood over him, grinning enthusiastically.

"You okay?" asked Terry.

"I'm great," said Bucky. "Shit, this is good stuff." He raised his head and looked at Thor, giving him a thumbs up. "What's the hangover like on this?"

"For me, none," replied the big man. "For you ... hard to say. You'll find out when you wake up in the morning."

"Good enough," said Bucky, lowering his head back down to the ground. "I'll just stay here."

Sam and Terry laughed then both laid down on either side of Bucky, looking up at the night sky.

"This is actually nice," said Sam, exhaling some cigar smoke.

None of them said anything for a short while.

"Hey Sam," said Terry. "Is your sister seeing anyone?"

"No," replied Sam.

"You okay if I ask her out?" asked Terry. "I'm gainfully employed and I like kids."

Sam contemplated Terry's request and Bucky looked incredulously at his best friend. "You're considering it?" he said. "I just did some mild flirting and you jumped all over me."

"Yeah, but you were messed up and you were still in love with Lacey," replied Sam. "Terry has his shit together."

Bucky looked at Terry, seeing a big grin on his face. "You live in Philadelphia, and she lives near New Orleans."

"Saints are looking for a receivers coach," stated Sam.

"I know," replied Terry. "I have an interview next week. Thought I could drive to Delacroix after and visit you for a bit. I'll bring Tommy, since he's staying with me while Bucky and Lacey are on their honeymoon."

"You're always welcome," said Sam.

Bucky smiled. It wouldn't be the worst thing. Terry was a good man, even though he messed up when he was younger. The three of them laid there looking up at the night sky until the fire died down. Then Clint appeared looking over all three of them.

"You staying here for the night or you want help to get back to your trailer?" he asked.

Bucky put his hand up and Clint helped him stand as the other two managed to rise on their own.  He still felt woozy but not as bad as he did right after drinking the mead. He and several others sat on the truck bed as Clint got behind the wheel. It was a more direct route back to the trailers than the ride that brought him out. Once he and Sam were inside their trailer, he poured himself a big glass of water, knowing that would help with a hangover. After quietly saying good night so he wouldn't wake up Sarah he pulled his clothes off and laid on top of the bed in his briefs, falling asleep within minutes.

A horrible noise woke Bucky up the next morning and he looked at the door, as that seemed to be where it was coming from. Getting up to open it he almost stumbled over Sam, curled up in a blanket, asleep on the floor of his bedroom right in front of the door. Nudging Sam with his foot Bucky succeeded in rousing him.

"Didn't you hear the noise?" he asked.

"No," said Sam, grumpily. "There is no noise. Sarah woke me and said I was snoring, so I came in here. Figured you were so wasted you wouldn't be bothered."

"The noise was you," said Bucky then he made a face. "My mouth feels awful. I can't even describe what it feels like."

"Must be the mead," muttered Sam. "What time is it?"

Bucky reached for his watch and coughed as he read the time. "7:30," he answered. "I'm getting up."

He pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt then grabbed his socks and sneakers. Stepping over Sam he went out to the kitchen where Sarah was already up, having just made coffee. She smiled when she saw him and poured him a cup, pushing it over the counter towards him.

"Sam's snoring woke you up?" she asked. "It gets bad when he's had too much."

"I know that now," replied Bucky, after drinking his first sip of coffee. "This tastes terrible."

"Hangover?" she asked. "I thought you couldn't get drunk."

"I had some Asgardian mead," he answered. "Apparently I can get drunk on that. Won't be doing that for a long time."

She chuckled. "Do you feel up to some breakfast?" she asked. "Laura texted me that she's got breakfast started at the house."

"Maybe after I brush my teeth and try a couple of pain killers," said Bucky. "I think I got off lucky."

They both sat there for several minutes not saying anything then Sarah cleared her throat. "Is Terry seeing anyone?" she asked.

Bucky resisted rolling his eyes. "No, he's not," he replied. "He asked Sam about you last night. You like him?"

"He's a nice man," she replied. "He tossed the football around with the boys and was very patient with them. I guess that's the coach in him."

"I guess," agreed Bucky, and took another drink of his coffee. "He's interviewing for a position with the Saints next week. Said he might drive to Delacroix and visit a bit."

Sarah's face brightened despite her attempt to play it cool. "He's welcome to stay a while," she replied.

Bucky grinned and playfully pushed Sarah in the arm. She grinned back and he drained his coffee then went to wash up, brush his teeth and take a couple of painkillers, not that they ever helped before. When he came out she had changed into a nicer top. He opened the trailer door and gestured for her to leave first. They walked to the house where Laura and Lacey had breakfast underway. He kissed Lacey good morning, squeezing then caressing her butt while he did it. This being apart for a few days had made him hornier than hell and he took every opportunity he could to touch her.

"Anything I can help with?" he asked, after she playfully slapped him on his butt.

"Put the paper plates, cups, and cutlery out on the table," ordered Laura. "Sarah, if you could get some coffee and juice going that would be great.

Bucky opened a package of paper plates and put them out on the table, along with the disposable cutlery, then put the coffee cups on the side table where Sarah started the coffee urn. He put out the sugar, creamer and milk. There was a package of serviettes that he opened as well, placing them next to the plates. While he thought of it he put salt and pepper, ketchup, and hot sauce on the table. Then he leaned back and watched Lacey as she, Laura, and Sarah bustled around getting food together for everyone. A few times their eyes met and he made sure she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Sharon Carter had it so wrong. Lacey was beautiful, always had been. She had raised a super soldier baby practically on her own for almost nine years and did a good job of it. Plus she kept Clint's farm going during the Blip. Bucky knew he was lucky to have her. Tonight was the rehearsal then tomorrow the wedding. After the wedding was the wedding night and he gave Lacey that look again as he thought of what they would be doing. The day after that would be the beginning of what took years to bring together. A noise from the highway drew him to the door and he stepped outside. In the distance he saw a limousine, flying a diplomatic flag, drive onto the property and he called back inside.

"The Wakandans are here," he called out.

Lacey joined him and they both walked to where the limousine pulled up. Ayo and Okoye got out first, both in jeans and T-shirts, followed by T'Challa and Shuri, also dressed casually.

"You made it," said Bucky, extending his hand to the King. "I was getting worried."

"We have your suits, White Wolf," said Shuri, giving Lacey a hug. "There was never any danger of them not arriving in time. After Sam told us how much you liked the suit you wore when you went undercover in France it was the least we could do for you."

"Well, thank you," he said. "You've arrived in time for breakfast although I imagine you want to know where you're sleeping tonight. There is a free two bedroom RV with bunk beds in the living room area or a glamping tent with two beds."

Shuri's eyes opened wide at the mention of the glamping tent. "Oh, I love glamping," she exclaimed. "Ayo, say you'll share a tent with me."

"Of course, my Princess," she smiled. "It will be like Glastonbury, won't it?"

"I guess that leaves me and Okoye the RV," said T'Challa, smiling. "Show us our accommodations and take your suits at the same time. We'll come for breakfast when we have settled in."

They handed Bucky several suit bags and he walked T'Challa and Okoye to their RV. Lacey escorted Shuri and Ayo to the glamping tent. As they walked Shuri looked closely at Lacey then at Ayo but said nothing. Ayo raised her hand and made some gestures behind Lacey's back. They arrived at the tent and Lacey opened the tent flap. A big smile broke out on the Princess's face as she looked at the setup.

"This is wonderful," she said, then looked at Ayo for a moment. "Oh dear, I've forgotten one of my bags. Could you go back to the limousine before the driver leaves?"

Ayo bowed her head and returned to the limousine. Shuri took Lacey by the hand.

"How far along are you?" she asked. "You are pregnant, are you not?"

"We haven't told anyone yet," said Lacey. "Five weeks. How could you tell?"

Shuri smiled mysteriously. "I can tell when a woman in love is carrying the child of her beloved," she stated. "How are you feeling? Any morning sickness? Fatigue?"

"No morning sickness which is good because I had a lot with Tommy," she said. "I am napping more but I've just told people it's because of the wedding preparations. Honestly, I feel great."

"Good," replied Shuri. "I am happy for you both. Does your son know?"

"We were going to tell him when we returned from the honeymoon," she said. "I'm almost 34 and we just didn't want to wait any longer to have a baby. Bucky missed out on so much with Tommy."

Shuri grasped Lacey's hands in her own. "I'm so excited," she said. "After all you have both been through to get to this point it's wonderful that you're both on board with having another child."

Ayo was approaching with Shuri's missing bag and Lacey took her leave. When she was out of earshot Ayo looked at Shuri. "Is she?" she asked.

"Five weeks," said Shuri. "I owe you money. I still don't know how you knew."

Ayo laughed. "There were no condoms in the safe house in Germany," she replied. "I didn't know if she was on birth control then but the whole house could hear them for the two nights they were together. I figured it was inevitable. Plus, my mother was a midwife, so I've been around a lot of pregnant women."

Both women laughed again and Shuri paid up the bet. No one would hear of it from them but they both thought it was joyous news. By the time the Wakandans arrived at the house the breakfast was well underway. A dark SUV pulled up to the yard and both Clint and Bucky stood up wondering why the feds were there. They didn't have to worry as the driver's door opened and FBI Agent Dan Jones stepped out with a smile.

"Looks like a party's going on here," he said, approaching Clint and Bucky with his hand outstretched.

"You look good," said Clint, shaking hands first. "Better than when you were in the hospital. You back on duty yet?"

"Two weeks ago," he said, shaking Bucky's hand next. "I heard you guys kicked ass and that the Avengers signed you up, Bucky."

"We did and I did," replied Bucky. "Come and see Lacey. She'll be glad you're here. Clint, where's he staying?"

"In the house," said Clint. "He's family for this wedding."

Jones pulled his bag out of the SUV and followed Bucky into the house where Lacey gave out a glad cry and hugged him. He had put his life on the line in Philadelphia for her and Tommy, and would always be welcomed by her. As Laura showed Jones his room there was a steady stream of hungry people helping themselves to the food. They scattered throughout the house, on the porch and on lawn chairs outside, eating and enjoying the company of everyone else. Clint walked through with a coffee pot topping up people's cups. He also informed everyone that breakfast the following morning would be catered outside of the house so that everyone would have time to get ready for the wedding.

"What if it rains?" asked Shuri.

"Not in the forecast," he replied. "But if it does then bring an umbrella. The only people allowed in the house tomorrow morning are my family, Lacey, and her family. Even Bucky's not allowed and he better not try to sneak in tonight using his super soldier abilities."

Bucky grinned happily. "Yes, Dad," he replied.

Torres looked at him. "What's with that?" he asked.

"He's made me stay in the trailer for the past few days," answered Bucky. "He's walking Lacey down the aisle and is taking his Dad role very seriously. I can't be angry as he's gone to a lot of trouble to give us a beautiful wedding."

"Where are you staying for the wedding night?" asked Torres. "I mean, this farm is packed with people."

"Clint's arranged that as well," replied Bucky. "Said it's his and Laura's wedding gift to us. I trust him."

Bucky looked casually around at everyone and made eye contact with Lacey. She jerked her head slightly and he got up, following her out to the barn. As soon as they got inside he picked her up and began kissing her passionately. Laughing, she kissed him back then put her hands flat on his chest to make him stop.

"What?" he asked. "I thought you brought me out here to have your way with me."

"Shuri knows," she said. "So does Laura. They both asked me straight up if I was pregnant."

"You told them?" he questioned. "What happened to keeping it quiet until 12 weeks?"

"I can't lie to them," she answered. "They both said they could tell. I don't look pregnant, do I?" She placed her hands on her abdomen and turned sideways.

"You are glowing," he replied, kissing her again, then stroking her hair. "What do you want to do?"

"I think we should tell Tommy right away," she said. "He deserves to know more than anyone. Then maybe we should let everyone else know. Maybe during the speeches at the reception."

"Okay, we'll tell Tommy today and everyone else during the reception," said Bucky. "It's still early but you're healthy and feeling good."

"I'm also a lot older," she replied. "You're not upset that I got the implant out without telling you?"

He shook his head, smiling. "I told you in the safe house that I was making it right, no matter what. If you got pregnant that night I would have been as thrilled as I am now. Are you alright that I said yes to Fury when he showed me that farm near the compound?"

She nodded, smiling as well. "Once you showed me the photos I knew it was the right place," she said. "He preferred you lived within driving distance of the compound, I'm within driving distance to my publisher in New York City, 200 acres with a lake and a wooded area, a 150 year old stone farmhouse that's been renovated and modernized. We can handle any other renovations we want to do. It's perfect."

He kissed her tenderly, bending himself over her, then he straightened up and took a deep breath. "Once he asked me if I was interested in being training officer I couldn't say no to the farm," he said. He became thoughtful. "You know I almost killed him, back in 2014. He was a big threat to HYDRA's plans, and I tried taking him out in his vehicle in the middle of New York. That's when the first footage of me in action came out. He got away and I tracked him to Steve Roger's apartment, set up on the rooftop across from it and shot him through the window. Steve came after me, but he didn't recognize me as I had a mask on. I hurt Fury bad, but he was smart and used the opportunity to fake his death so that Pierce, the guy in charge of HYDRA at the time, thought he had succeeded. Just weeks later I was on the run, able to think for myself for the first time in so long. Then you found me, hurt, soaked, hungry, and you helped me. You didn't look at me as a killer but as a man."

She touched his face with her hand, and he grasped it, kissing the palm gently. "You were in pain," she replied. "Not just from the bullet wound but inside, in your soul. I could see it and feel it. You were so soft spoken and it's probably when I fell in love with you. It was obvious that you were a good man. I've never regretted it, Bucky. When I realized I was pregnant I considered not having the baby for about ten seconds, then the thought it might have your eyes hit me and I decided then to keep the baby. If I couldn't have you, I could at least have someone that looked like you."

"You did an amazing job raising Tommy," said Bucky. "I'm so proud of him and you. Thank you."

He picked her up in his arms and held her close, burying his face in her neck. That's how they still were when Tommy came looking for them several minutes later. Bucky put Lacey down and they sat together at one of the tables which had been brought in for the reception. He looked at his son, then at Lacey and took a breath.

"Your Mom and I wanted to tell you something," said Bucky. "We're going to have a baby. Your mom's about 5 weeks along. You're going to be a big brother."

Tommy looked at both of them, then a smile appeared on his face. "Really?" he asked. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," said Lacey. "We were going to wait a bit before we said anything but a couple of people have already figured it out so we wanted to tell you first. We've also bought a farm in New York State. It's near the Avengers compound because your Dad's going to be training officer for them and will have to be there more often. It's also close to my publisher in the city. There's a great school nearby and you'll get to take a school bus every day. We can move in when we get back from our honeymoon."

Tommy jumped up and hugged each of them in turn. "That's awesome," he said. "All of it. Dad, can I train with you sometimes?"

"Absolutely," said Bucky. "Steve said right from when you were little you wanted to be an Avenger. They'll be lucky to have you and I'll make sure you're ready to be one when you're old enough."

Tommy hugged them both again and they stood up to go back to the farmhouse. There was a lot that had to be done today, including decorating the barn and setting up the tent for the caterers. It was good that there were many helping hands available to spread the workload. By the time the rehearsal was finished, and the caterers brought the pig roast in it became quite the party. When Bucky kissed Lacey goodnight on the steps of the house just before midnight and walked away in the darkness towards his RV, he knew the next day would be great.

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Dyspathy

Warnings: non/dubcon, fingering, implied virginity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Part of Roo’s Pajama Party (October 7-8)

Prompt: Dyspathy - lack of sympathy (List of prompts here) + this look

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“You got any whiskey around here?” 

The metal boots crunch on broken glass. You shiver in only a satin sheath, wide awake despite the itch in your eyes. Your heart is still pounding from the chaotic awakening. You sniff and rub your nose. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask in a crisp croak. 

Tony chuckles as his suit gleams against the overhead light. He makes no effort to be subtle. His eyes search the front room of your apartment as he trods over the shards of glass. Your windows are shattered from his intrusion. 

“You know why I’m here, sweetheart,” he faces you and puts his hands on his hips, gauntlets clunking on his hi-tech armour. “You were never very... low key.” 

“I don’t,” you insist. “I have no idea why you would be here.” 

Your nipples poke against the thin night gown as another breeze rolls through. You hug yourself as he clucks and tilts his head. His eyes flit up and down. His brow arches. 

“That idiot could never see what’s right fucking in front of him,” he mutters. “You know what idiot I mean.” 

You blink and shake your head. Your cheeks burn. You think you know but you haven’t seen either them in a year. Not since you quit. 

“You really expect me to believe that you’re not helping him? Come on. Even right now, just thinking about Captain Good Boy, I see you getting all googly eyed,” he taunts. He taps his chest and his suit retracts into itself. “This doesn’t have to be difficult. Just give up lover boy and I’ll go in peace.” 

You frown, “I’m telling the truth. I haven’t seen Steve.” 

“Oooh, Steve,” he puts on a voice and bats his lashes dramatically. “He didn’t give a fuck before but now that he’s a criminal, he’s got time for ya, doesn’t he, baby?” 

“No.” 

“You know that’s what he is now. He’s aiding and abetting a fugitive. A murderer,” he snarls and comes closer. “And if you’re lying to me, so are you. Thing is, sweetheart, if that’s the case, you’re not special. Not like him. They want him alive, him and that metal-armed fuck. No one cares about you.” He brings his hand up under your chin, “hell, Cap doesn’t either. You’re just a convenience. A safehouse, a warm hole.” 

You shove him away, repulsed. 

“I’m not lying. If he showed up, I wouldn’t help him. But he hasn’t.” You back up as he reaches for you again. You dodge his grasp. “I quit. I walked away from that. From all of you. You are all just the same and I know that now. You just laugh at people who aren’t you. Whatever you’re fighting about, I don’t care. Leave me out of it.” 

He hums and snorts, “I just can’t believe you. I watched you moon over him for ages and now you’re what? Bitter? You never had that in you.” 

“Fine. Look around. I don’t care. You won’t find anything,” you hiss. “Because you’re right. He never cared about me. You really think he’d come groveling to me?” 

He smirks, “desperate measures.” 

You look away and sniff. He always was mean. People always called him funny or clever, but he’s always been cruel. If you’re not a woman he wants to fuck, you’re nothing. 

He continues around the apartment. You sit in chair and cross your arms. You ignore his intrusion as he lifts cushions, checks under the coffee table, then wanders down to your bedroom. You hear the draws scraping in and out. Books hitting the floor. You’re angry but mostly because you’re helpless. He’ll find nothing and he’ll go. 

“Jeez, you really live like this,” his voice wafts down the hall ahead of him. He emerges back into the light and whistles, “I mean, you are having a bit of fun, aren’t you?” 

He wiggles a silver shape between his fingers. You cringe. The small bullet vibe stays in your nightstand. Your sole companion on lonely nights. 

“So, he’s smart. He doesn’t leave a trace. Well, I’ll just have to ask you some big questions.” He approaches and you tense, pushing your shoulders back. You glare up at him. 

“I told you--” 

“You told me shit,” he interrupts. “So, we will do this the fun way.” He spins the vibe then click the button, “don’t worry, you’ll like it. Now, open those legs for me, baby. If it helps, you can pretend I’m him.” 

You scoff, “you’re disgusting.” 

“And you’re getting wet,” he sneers. “Pretend all you want but we both know you’re easy.” 

“Go. If you think I’m lying, go get a warrant. Arrest me--” 

“I don’t need all that,” he grabs your knee and pinches the pressure points until you squeal. You grip the armrests and arch your feet. You hiss up at him through your teeth. “I got full authority to do whatever needs to be done to get answers.” 

He wrenches your leg to the side and you wince. Your calf tendrils with electricity as he pinches deeper. You whine and writhe on the seat. 

“Pull that fucking skirt up,” he demands. 

“Tony--” 

“No, shut the fuck up and show me your pussy,” he growls. 

You gasp as the pain grows intolerable. You blink against the tinge of tears and curl your fingers into the satin. You tug up the midnight blue fabric and tremble. He shoves the buzzing toy against you, rolling it across your folds until it thrums against your clit. His finger tickles just along your flesh. 

“Knew you were getting wet for me,” he chuckles. “Ah, baby, if it was me, I’d have fucked you the moment you smiled at me with those lips.” He pushes the toy hard into you so it rattles your bones, “but it wasn’t fucking me, was it? You only had eyes for that fucking golden mannequin.” 

“Please--” 

“No, you talk when I want you too,” he wiggles the toy so your teeth chatter and you groan. “When was he here?” 

“I’m telling you--” 

He circles your clit with the tip and your thighs clench. He bends over you as he lets go of your knee. He grabs your hair and wrenches your head back until you look him in the eye. 

“You’re lying. When?” 

“He wasn’t--” 

He swirls the toy and you murmur nonsense. Your cunt clenches as you feel the climax building. You’re mortified at how quickly your body responds. You cling to the arms of the chair and arch your back. 

“He’s not--” 

“Tell the fucking truth.” 

“I am!” Your voice piques right as you’re about to explode. 

He pulls the toy off of you and your orgasm fizzles before it can erupt. You’re left untied and unsatisfied. He raises the vibe and shuts it off as he admires the sheen of your juices. He slides it between his lips. 

“Mm, sweet. He must love the taste of you. I know he’s coming back for more, huh?” He teases. 

“No, no,” you puff out, “he hasn’t--” 

“Does he share you with his buddy? Huh? You probably would. Captain’s orders, right?” 

You measure your breaths as your heartbeat peters out. He clicks the toy on again, this time tapping the button twice. He once more presses it against your bud. You squeak and twitch as you sway between your need and humiliation. 

He lets go of your hair as he rubs the toy up and down until you drone. Your lashes flutter and your body jitters. It’s so much different, so much more intense than when it’s just you. 

“What’s his favourite thing? He seems like a missionary guy.” 

You whimper and shake your head. You heave and blink up at him helplessly, “I don’t know. I swear. He hasn’t...” 

More embarrassing than what he’s doing is how pathetic you really are. You were head over heels for Steve. You dreamed of him, at night, during the day, and even with that toy in hand. Even after you swore him off, he still creeps back into your lonely fantasies, but never for real. 

You saw the news. You heard he was AWOL. You tried not to pay attention. Denial works for you but it won’t keep you safe. Just look at you now. 

“Ah, he hasn’t-- Oh, oh, oh,” you bite your lip and lean into the rising tension. He takes the toy away again. You moan and mewl and fall back weakly in the chair. 

“He can’t have been here recently, huh? Not with you so fucking needy,” he tuts. “Or maybe the greatest generation isn’t really all that great. He give you head?” 

You shiver and shake your head. You try to close your legs and he kicks your feet apart. Your knees splay as you latch onto the chair. Your body is jelly. 

He turns off the toy and flings it away. Your eyes follow it in disappointment. Your unspent orgasm tickles in your pelvis. 

He leans down to grab your thighs and lowers himself to his knees. His dark eyes glimmer menacingly as they wander up and down your body. 

“Show me those tits. I wonder if there as pretty as the pussy,” he slides his hand up your thigh and flicks your clit. 

You whimper and shakily bring your hands up to the thin straps. You pull them down your arms and uncover your chest. You look away as your skin smatters with goosebumps. 

“Mm, fuck, he really is stupid.” 

He traces along your folds, rubbing you up and down as he bends forward. He cups a tit in one hand as he takes your other nipple between his lips. He purrs as he sucks and teethes. The sensation plucks in your core. You groan and tilt your hips as he toys with your clit. 

He presses his thumb to your bud and angles his hand to push two fingers into you. You drone at the stretch. You never use more than the vibe. It always hurt too much to put anything in you but not this time. Your head lolls and your eyes drift over to watch the top of his head. 

He rolls your clit as he rocks his hand into you. He curls up and finds a spot that makes your insides pulse. You clasp onto his shoulders and moan. You need to cum. You don’t care that it’s him, that it’s not Steve; none of it matters. 

He pushes his hand in and out. Your cunt clings to him, making sloppy wet noises to match those of his mouth. He sucks your tit as he groans. He drags his mouth up your breast as he rams his knuckles into you, over and over. He smears his spit and hot breath over your skin. 

You mewl and hug his head as every ounce of thought trickles away. You quake as your orgasm crashes down like an icy wave on a hot day. You cry out in delight and rock in time with his hand. You feel the cool gush of your pleasure pour out onto the chair and you pant through the hammer of your heartbeat. 

He buries his fingers deep and reaches to unwrap your arm from his head. He sits back, his hair tussled, the silver along his temples puffed out. He grins and looks down, wiggling his hand against your cunt as you spasm. 

“I believe you, baby. You’re not this tight with a man banging down your doors,” he snickers and plays with you, eyes fixed between your legs. “But he’ll show up.” He pushes in until you whine, “and you’ll keep him on the hook til I get here, won’t you?” 

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 7

Summary: As the party dies down the avengers spend some time bonding and peter joins them for the team bonding.

TW: Alcohol (that’s it I think)

Words: 2196

A/n I finally found time to write again and so I present to you this band new chapter \(>u<)/. Enjoy. Also, I know I said I would post it as one long chapter but … ig I lied? We are getting to the secret reveal soon. Only about one or two more chapters until we find out what the Parker’s are hiding. I’m so mad cuz I wrote the next chapter, but it didn’t save so I have to rewrite it which is why I’m just posting what I have here and why it’s taken so long sorry guys.

After you were led around and introduced to some more people Wanda and Nat led you back to the small area from before with a couple couches. By now the party had begun to die down with most of the guests, or who peter referred to as Stark Industries NPC’s, leaving for the night.

As you settled on a couch with the others it was now just the team, most of which you had been introduced to by now. Some introductions had been rather short but yo were working with these people so you would defiantly have time to get to know them better. Some of them you would be even living with.

The night had been a success for the most part. Earlier Thor had arrived along with his promise of asgaurdian liquor. After consulting with JARVIS it was confirmed that your metabolism was a match to Steve’s meaning you could stomach the god’s alcohol without getting poisoned.

This had of course led to you getting properly drunk or at least on the way to it, for the first time since the bite. Unfortunately, Nat had caught onto your plan rather easily and cut you off much to your displeasure.

Now with the team spread out across the couches, most with a drink in had or some assortment of fruity cocktail the banter had picked up as the music had died down and the guests all left.

“So, spider-kid whats your story?” Bucky asked and you adjusted your position on the couch suddenly feeling a little nervous with all eyes now on you. You felt a hand squeeze yours as you looked over, seeing wanda giving you an encouraging nod from where she held your hand beside you on the couch.

“Not much different to Peter.” You said.

“But somewhat different, right?” Sam said.

“Well … yeah.” You shrugged. “Same old spider bite, different powers, different life choices.” You said with a vague noncommittal shrug.

“So, where you been all this time?” Steve asked in a kind way.

“Queens.” You shrugged. “Small apartment, big rent, crap job until I started my own business, then I was planning on moving but you guys decided to level my apartment block to save people.” You shrugged.

“Sorry about that.” Steve said.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.” You grinned sipping the soft drink Nat had given you instead of alcohol.

“Hey, I let you live here, didn’t I?” Tony said with a grin.

“But you did kind of destroy all her stuff Mr stark.” Peter said from where he had snuck in and sat down unnoticed.

“Hey, you're not supposed to be at these.” Tony said. “And I bought her new stuff.”

“Its just the team Mr Stark nobody else is here. Can I stay please?” Peter begged looking at you to back him up and pouting when you threw your hands up.

“I don’t know May said no alcohol.” He begun and suddenly May piped up making stark jump.

“Its fine Tony, just don’t give him any and keep an eye on him.” She said from where she was sat with pepper.

“Jesus woman. I forgot you were here. Don’t scare me, I have a heart condition you know.” Tony said as somewhere in the background sam continued laughing at him.

“Pepper said I could stay the night, and we could have a girl's day tomorrow.” May said grinning.

“Sounds like some shenanigans I want nothing to do with. I assume it will be at my expense.” Tony said sounding amused.

“Of course.” Pepper said.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” May added.

“I’ll drink to that.” Nat said and raised her glass.

As everyone took a swig of their respective drinks you realised why peter liked it so much here. It was a family. A real family. Sure, May did her best and you would always have a special bond only blood could give but this was the goofy family you never had.

“Wait so I’m confused, is she an avenger or not?” Clint asked seemingly asking the question on everyone’s mind.

“Can I answer that one Mr Stark.” Peter piped up.

“Sure kid.” Tony said.

“Welcome to the team Y/n/n.” Peter said with a big grin.

“Really?” You asked feeling this was all very offical.

“Damn right kid. We’d be stupid to not add another spider to the team.” Steve said with a smile.

“Plus, I already made you a suit. Ai and all.” Tony said.

“Thanks, tony.” You said with a big smile plastered across your cheeks.

“I have just one question…” Sam said with a shit-eating grin.

“What is it Mr Falcon?” Peter asked missing the look on Sam’s face.

“Who’s stronger?” Sam finished looking curious. “We already know spider boy is stronger than capsicle. But what about the other spider?” A few nods went around the room before Bucky spoke up.

“Arm wrestle.” He posed and you looked over at peter, flashing him a grin as he slouched in his seat.

“Ok.” You said and peter nodded.

Everyone crowded around the coffee table as peter and you sat down on the floor face each other.

“Standard rules. Ready?” Steve said as both you and peter positioned your arms on the table. Steve placed his hand over your clasped fists.

“Don’t break the table this time.” May said loud enough for people to hear and peters cheeks heated up while you snickered.

“3… 2 … 1… go!” Steve let go of your hands and straight away it begun leaning towards a win for you. Peters arm was shaking as he tried to fight back. With barely an inch between peters hand and the table the position flipped.

You were sure people had placed bets by now. Nat and Sam were cheering you on while Bucky had yet to forget the incident at the airport and placed his bet on peter.

You were on the defence now, with peter bringing your hand almost back up to the midway point. As it began to tilt in a bad direction for you with a burst of strength you slammed peters hand down on the table winning the match. Sam cheered and Nat smirked.

Standing up and brushing off invisible dusty from your lap Nat came to your side and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“My victor. Thanks for the easy twenty I just made.” She said and your cheeks were blazing as you retreated to your seat from earlier as everyone went back to their places.

“But can the spider's sister also lift the hammer?” Thor boomed as he patted your brother's shoulder while peter smirked. Everyone knew peter could wield the magical asgaurdian hammer.

You looked at Thor with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Is that a dare big man?” You asked with a grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“And if it is lady Parker?” Thor asked with a challenging tone.

“Well, if it is I never back down from a dare.” You said the look on your face never faltering.

“Then it is a date lady Parker.” Thor said removing his hand from Peter’s shoulder and clapping them together and rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“Ready to look like an idiot spider boy?” You asked looking at Peter who was starting to loose his confident look. He knew you had a heart of gold.

By now all eyes were on you, Peter and Thor.

“Alright pointbreak I put two hundred on the girl spider.” Tony said.

His words catching you off guard as you took a sip of your drink making it go down the wrong way as you choked and coughed. Making a few people laugh.

“Dollars?” You exclaimed once you got your breath back.

“No, I meant seashells.” Tony sassed rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that.” Bucky said. “I say she can’t get it to budge.”

Soon there was a chorus of voices as everyone places their bets. Tony had, at some point, gotten Jarvis to start taking notes of who bet what and how much.

Once all the bets were done all eyes turned back to you and Thor.

“Alright lord of lightning.” Tony began, “where’s the magic screwdriver.”

“One second.” Thor boomed. Holding out his hand the sound of breaking glass came from across the compound before the hammer smashed through the wall and slotted perfectly into Thor’s open fist.

“Thor! I told you to stop doing that.” Tony said as he dispatched the iron legion to fix the hammer shaped holes in the walls.

“Apologies Stark it appears I have forgot again.” Thor said looking sheepish and slightly tipsy from the alcohol he brought from his home realm.

Before anyone else could complain about the new holes in the wall Thor places the hammer down on the table. Peter’s smirk began to waver at the look of confidence on your face. Yet internally you were nervous. Were you about to make yourself look like an idiot in front of everyone?

Taking a deep breath you attempted to steady your nerves. Thor brandished a hand in the direction of the hammer, inviting you to pick it up.

Steeling your nerves and steaming the quake in your hands you reached out and brushed your hand over the cool leather that the handle was bound in.

Taking a breath, you wrapped your fingers around the hilt and gently began to tug. The hammer moved as if it weighed nothing more than a few feathers. A collective noise halfway between a cheer and an audible groan came from the spectators as people either made or lost money on the events of the past few seconds.

You tossed the hammer lightly in the air as it spun a full three-sixty before you caught it again by the hilt.

“Lady Parker congratulations are in order.” Thor said looking giddy as he found another person who could wield the hammer. You had a wide grin on your face feeling pretty special for once.

“Why exactly?” You asked not entirely aware of the legend that surrounded your actions.

“Oooo she don’t know.” Sam said before Bucky lightly slapped him to get him to shut up. Sam glared at Bucky as he rubbed his arm, Bucky however seemed unaffected as he shrugged unapologetically at Sam who poked his tongue out at Bucky who pretended not to see.

“Well, lady Parker, they say those who wield the hammer are fit to rule Asgard.” Thor said and you looked excited for a second before groaning.

“What is it?” Wanda asked feeling the slight annoyance and hesitation rolling off your psyche.

“Ew…” you muttered shivering dramatically.

“What?” Nat said reiterating Wanda’s earlier statement.

“I don’t wanna be eternally ruling alongside my little brother. He’d probably need to be babysat the whole time.” You whined making everyone chuckle while peter looked offended.

“I don’t need babysitting.” Peter piped up.

“Kid I had to put an AI in your suit to babysit you after a building fell on you. She’s not wrong.” Tony said and Peter frowned.

“Hey, you gave me one too.” You protested.

“That’s to help you, it doesn’t have snitch programs in it.” Tony said smirking at Peter.

“Yeah, plus I use Jarvis to babysit Tony.” Pepper said smirking over the rim of her wineglass as she took another sip.

“What?!” Tony spluttered. “Hey Jarvis! Is this true?”

“No boss.” Jarvis said not missing a beat.

“I programmed him to say that.” Pepper said adding her two cents.

“It that true j?” Tony asked again.

“No boss.” Jarvis said

“Liar.” Tony grumbled.

May and pepper giggled as they clinked glasses, those two always seemed to be causing trouble. They had gotten quite close after Tony had reduced peppers hours for stark industries, claiming she worked too much and needed more time to “have a life” as he put it.

Naturally Pepper had taken to spending more time with May whilst Tony mentored Peter which had resulted in their wine and cheese club that met whenever Peter came over for his mentorship with Tony. Natasha was known to join on occasion as she knew everything that happened in the tower and would never say no to expensive and more importantly free wine. Wanda joined but it was few and far between that she frequented the club. Often, she was busy doing her own thing and lately she had been too busy spending time with you.

Your only concern was May telling Pepper about … things and then pepper telling Tony who would no doubt end up telling everyone in the tower. For now, you just wanted things to be normal, or as normal as they could be right now.

@tia-thesimp @lizzielillvr @justarandomreaderxoxo @sycamorelibrary754 @dorabledewdroop @redwolfqueen19 @sadlesbeansstuff @sgm616 @queen-of-chaotic-surprises

Part 8

[falloutboyism]

Do people even fw stony anymore

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Pajama Party Drabbles

Fantod - Thor

Tenebrific - Captain Syverson

Dyspathy - Tony Stark

Retrogradation - Raymond Smith

Compotation - Sam Wilson

Unparadiz’d - Ransom Drysdale

[suburbanblkgirll]

My favorite headcanon is that the Avenged Sevenfold Bat Country music video is in the Zones

Is it solely because the music video takes place in the desert? Yes. All the craziness in the music video? Then simply partied a little too hard, or that’s just how Zone Four usually is, nobody questions it really.

I can just imagine the Fab Four passing by them and going “🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏽🧍🏼” Cause come on, why do you have a whole freaking pet octopus living in your tub??? 😭😭 in the middle of the desert nonetheless… THEN AGAIN IT’S ZONE FOUR so they don’t question it

Party Poison doesn’t like Synyster Gates, and insists there’s a “bad feeling” about him (He stole their parking spot once and now they’re forever salty about that)

[georgiapeach30513]

Make sure to join us next Saturday, January 18th at 12:00pm est for a watch part of Captain America The First Avenger!!

@annislittleshopofhorrors is making gifs, and like always we’re going to watch, thirst, have random factoids, BTS moments, and above all else FUN!!

[apocalyptic-byler]

hmmmmmmm thinking many thoughts about this scene

also thinking many thoughts about this particular photo

anyway mike wheeler watch your back 👍🏾

[swingsetindecember]

nothing made me angrier as noticing oracle's product placement in iron man 2 and 3. like tony stark uses oracle.

that piece of shit platform that crashes when you try to do a purchase order is what iron man uses. like i am FERAL. for anyone who has had to use oracle, please chime in because my god. if they actually spent that money on something other than product placement and made a functioning platform then good god. anyway, this is how i know i am old because i got angry at the oracle product placement

IT'S EVEN IN AVENGERS. ORACLE IS USED BY THE AVENGERS. IT EXPLAINS SO MUCH WHY THEY GET HACKED BY HYDRA AND WHATEVER VILLAIN OF THE WEEK

i hate it here

[local-crying-boy]

Pietro MaximoffX GN!Reader

Shakes and shivers

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Gender Neutral!Reader, romantic relationship established

Genre: One-shot, fluff, winter-time imagine

Warnings: quick little idea I thought about that I just wanted to write about, weak ending but I just wanted to get this out of my drafts.

Summary: it’s cold in the compound, you being unable to get warm and comfortable again, call over your boyfriend, Pietro, to come give you cuddles.

Word count: 489

A/n: It was cold when I started writing this and I was in need of something to cheer me up in the winter months. Even though I only finished writing this in Spring

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It was cold. Of course it was. And, of course, despite Stark’s abundance of money, the boiler broke and there was no source of heat throughout the compound. It would have been fine if you were up and about doing things like the rest of the team, but you were done with training, hell, you were done with the day.

It was already quite late in the day, not too late that most of your team were heading up to bed, but not early enough that you were able to do things such as training. You’d been in your pyjamas, curled up in your room, shivering ever so often because your bed had been annoyingly by the window. Despite the rain pattering outside your room, hitting the sides of the window, you weren't all that relaxed as others when listening to the sound.

It hadn’t taken long for you to get fed up of the cold, huffing out when you felt your body tense for far too long. You were quick to text Pietro, telling him to come to your room, ready to justify your reasoning if he asked you why.

Though, that time never came. You should have known. He had raced to your room as soon as he read that to come over. The air swished around your room, when you looked up he was already there, that stupid, lovable grin on his face.

"You called for me, dragâ?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You quickly patted the space beside you in the bed, looking up at him with a frown. "It's cold."

The speedster only let out a laugh, flopping onto your bed beside you and turning on his side with his hand propping up his head. He was looking at you with that stupid smirk of his. "Oh? So you want me to warm you up, is that it?"

"Stop looking at me like that." You huffed out, moving closer to him so that you could feel some of his warmth.

The man usually ran warm, he was always doing something - well, he was always running around - and, in result, his body ran hotter than the average person from his continuous movement. A lucky thing for you.

He let out a small tut, but he did not hesitate in wrapping his arms around your shivering frame. "I suppose I could help you out, dragâ."

"You suppose?" You exhaled out, shaking your head, but there was a hint of amusement in your voice. "It's your job as my boyfriend to help me."

He laughed at that, his chin resting on your head, before he moved down and inhaled the scent of your shampoo that lingered in your hair. "I didn't know I signed up for this job, you know."

"Good to know I've enlightened you now, 'Etro." You grumbled out into his chest, already starting to warm up with the blanket around your body and now Pietro's arms around you.

Masterlist

Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

~ Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) ~

platonicsource's january 2025: acts of love

[avengerchuck]

Lunch with them is really normal, I think

DISCLAIMER: I know this is aave heavy. i'm black. If anyone was concerned about that. Anyway here's the source of this stupid joke:

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fantod

Warnings: non/dubcon, biting, blood, anal, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Part of Roo's Pajama Party (October 7-8)

Prompt: Fantod - a state of irritability and tension (List of prompts here) + this look

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. I hope you enjoy this one and have a lovely weekend.

Lightning crackles in the sky as the clouds pulse above. The storm brews behind the pillowy weave above, thrumming, churning, ready to burst at any moment. You peer up from the window in dread. The tension in the air is more than the weather. The storm is no coincidence. 

You hug the pale pink knit around you and shiver. The heat that kept you in little more than the white satin set has given way to a creeping dampness. The sinking temperature creeps over your flesh and you shiver as tendrils of lightly sprawl toward you. 

Closer and closer. It isn’t only the storm that warns of his approach. You slip your hand beneath the loose sweater and touch the burning patch of skin along your hip. You touch the scarred mark. The etching of a rune you don’t know the meaning of. 

You back away from the window and retreat into the kitchen. You put the brass kettle onto the burner and twist the dial until the flame catches. You cross your arms and back up to watch the vessel in dread. 

You flinch as a fleck of rain hits the window pane. You glance over at the speckle as it begins. The droplets are small at first then turn into a thrashing stream the rattles the wooden frame and beat on the glass. The first peel of thunder makes you squeak. 

You clasp your hands over your chest and spin. The windows darken and the whole cabin seems to tremble. Closer, now. 

The whistle of the kettle makes you exclaim. You turn and shut it off, forgetting the idea of tea. The door blows open and slams against the wall. You spin again as a gust unfurls from the front of the house. You scurry to the doorway as the tails of your sweater lash around you. 

The hammer soars through the open door and clunks onto the floor. You stare at the handle as it juts up from the dense block. You shiver as lightning flickers in the doorway. Another rush of wind invades the house and another crash lands at the threshold. 

Thor’s burly silhouette fills the doorway. You quiver and clutch your hands tight. Goosebumps nip over your skin. You cautiously step forward. 

“My prince,” you greet in a mewl that barely escapes your throat. 

He doesn’t respond. He enters and the wind reverses, snapping the door shut behind him. You wince and fall into action. You near the gargantuan shadow and pull out the small stool from beside the mat. You climb up to unclasp the front of his cloak as he stands, puffing like a furious bear. 

Something has happened. He is unhappy. He doesn’t so often come on sunny days anymore. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t so much as acknowledge you as you pull away the rich red fabric and hang it on the hook. 

You slide the stool away as he sits on the bench against the wall. You kneel to remove his boots and put them on the mat. The smell of rain thickens the air and sends another shiver up your spine. 

He stands and you scramble to do the same. In an instant, he has you by the back of your neck. You squeak. His strength pinches your muscles. You arch your back and writhe on your toes. 

“My prince, how may I serve you?” You whimper. 

He grabs the pink sweater strips the sleeve of one arm, then the other. It falls to your feet and he shoves you away from the door. You perform a tortured dance as his nails dig into your skin. He is angry... at you? 

“My prince,” you whine again. 

He brings his other hand under your chin and forces your mouth shut. Lightning flashes from the windows and limn his angry expression. You peer up at him helplessly. 

He marches you backward. Your feet tumble over the rug that trims the length of the hallway until your meet the cold tile. He drags you into the kitchen as the brand on your pelvis throbs hotly.  

He urges you against the counter. You’re trapped there before him. He lifts you with no effort at all onto the countertop. You land so that a pang radiates from your tailbone. You grip the edge of the hewn oak and bat your lashes at him. 

His hand slips up from your neck to cradle your head. He tilts your face up to him and bends like vulture over his prey. His breath scalds you as he fans you in a furious exhale. 

You shakily raise your hands and press them to his chest plate. His grey blue eyes stir in tandem with the storm roaring and raging without. His gaze falls to your touch and he grip eases. 

His hand trails down from your chin and tickles your throat. You tremble as he traces along your shoulder and follows the thin strap of your silky camisole. He hooks around the thin strip of fabric and pulls it down your shoulder. The other slackens and falls down your arm. The satin slumps away from your chest. 

His eyes devour your chest before he does. He bows to take a pert nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue around until your moan. His need plucks in your chest as he teethes your rigid bud. You bring your hand to the back of his head and draw him in. 

Tension cords through his muscles, you feel it as your other hand brushes along his bulging bicep. He nips at you, biting along the cushion of your chest. He jerks you suddenly so you fall onto your back. Your head touches the wall, your neck curling up, as his fingertips wander down your back. 

His other hand crawls beneath the loosely tied waistband of your shorts. He pets your pelvis as he trails closer to your cunt. He pushes between your folds and you twitch.  

A swell of nerves roils inside of you. Your walls clutch in anticipation, almost fear. Each time is like the first. He’s always too much. 

He rubs you as he bites and licks at your chest and shoulders. He nuzzles your neck and sinks his teeth in until you whimper. You spasm as he rolls your clit beneath your fingertips. The skin splits and your blood bubbles into his mouth. Another mark to make you his. 

He dips his finger into you, poking as deep as he can, as if to feel your limit. He knows how much you can take and he never pays it much mind. You will take all of him even if you feel you might burst. 

He unlatches his teeth and smears his lips in the blood he’s drawn. It stains your skin as he drags his lips around. He pulls his finger in and out, adding another as you groan. He wiggles them inside of you and puts a third in despite your weak whimpers. 

He growls and lifts himself. He looks down at you, his lips and beard red from his beastly bite. He jams his fingers as deep as he can then tears them out of you. He grabs your hip and flips you in a single motion. 

You hit your stomach on the edge of the counter as you slip backward. He smacks your thigh then drags his hand up to your ass. He slaps you again, so hard your bones aches. Something. You did something. But what? 

“My prince, what--” 

He hushes you and pinches the soft flesh of your bottom. He feels along your satin shorts and curls his fingers around the waistband. He snaps the ribbon laced through and the shorts slip down your legs.  

You as good as hang off the counter as your toes dangles right above the tile. You brace the wood to keep from slipping as he frames your hip with one hand. He shifts behind you, jostling around, brushing against you as he comes closer. The soft rustle of fabric foretells a much rougher end. 

He brings himself out and presses his tip along your ass. He traces down the curve and pushes against your folds. You quiver and stretch your hand across the countertop. You close your eyes and grit your teeth. You know what happens now. 

Your walls squeeze even as you focus on relaxing. He pauses along your entrance. He rolls his swollen tip around, slickening it with your expectation. He rubs up and down, up and down. Whatever you’ve done, doesn’t matter. Only his will does. 

He delves into, just a little, then pulls out. You croak as your insides spasm. He huffs and slips his dick up between your cheeks. He bends forward and hooks his arm around to smother your mouth in his large palm. With his other hand, he pushes his tip against your tight ring. 

You squeak helplessly into his rough skin. No. No. Not that. You can’t handle-- 

Your lips part and your teeth press against his palm as he enters you. You squeal, muted by his hand, and bite down on him as he inches into you. You shake as tears prick at your eyes and well over. Your fingers furl against the wood and your nails cut into the polish. 

He nuzzles the grown of your head and growls. You sniffle as you sob silently into his hand. Why is he doing this? What did you do? 

He buries himself to his limit and you kick out around his legs. He leans into you as the fullness feels as if it will split your stomach. You whine through your nose and gulp up your agony. You cling to his wrist as he thrusts, your hips bones crushed against the sharp corner of the counter. 

He rolls back and in again. Long, slow, strokes. Torturous. A remonstrance spoken without words. He pumps into you as you squirm and squeak. You lean your face into his hand as he pushes his other beneath you. He touches the brand on your pelvis and sends a fiery ripple through you. 

He slams his hips into you. He holds himself as deep in you as he can get and pulls back so fast, it drains your breath. He thrusts again, deeper, and falls into an erratic rut. He bounces you against the counter, pinning you beneath him as he smothers your cries, latched onto your hip as he uses you. 

He growls into your hair as he fucks you into the counter top. Your torso scraps against the wood and your spine aches from his relentless force. 

He grunts and slides his hand around the back of your leg. He pulls your back as he hooks his arm around the back of your thigh. He folds you up as he lifts you with him, his other arm coming around your other leg. He has you high above the floor as he steps away from the counter and thrusts up into your ass. 

You push your head back against him. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your tongue lolls out at the clash of pain and pleasure. He snaps his hips, harder and harder, and your body quakes uncontrollably. 

He sinks in as deep as he can and shakes. His voice trickles out in heaving growls and keeps you aloft as he turns to lean against the counter. You spasm around his dick, aching and stretched. He snarls through his nose and jerks his hips one last time. 

“Stop feeding the crows,” he rasps.