#for that one lovely anon that asked for top/dom tony

[meralasan]

look at that they're having a healthy healing conversation

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[stvolanis]

Hello! I love your writing!

Could I ask for a Tony shot where he is being intimate with the reader and it's her first time and he is very sweet and gentle? Would love to see that side of him. Ty!❤️

Hi anon! Thank you sm for this request, i love writing about Tony<3

Soft Lovin’

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Tony Montana x Virgin!Reader

WARNINGS: foul language, harassment in the workplace, killing (not graphic), Tony is kind of manipulative? Idk how to explain it I’m sorry😭

NSFW WARNINGS: Virgin!Reader, soft Dom!Tony, making out, groping, fingering, heavy praise, cream pie, oral (f receiving), light overstimulation, possessive Tony

sorry if I missed anything! This also isn’t proofread

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It was a long, fast night at one of the hottest casinos/clubs in Miami, Florida.

You’d just started working as a bartender, just barely turning 21 and in need of a paying job. A friend of yours, Angelina recommended it to you. She said it was a easy way to make money. Just smile, make the drinks, and serve them. But you wish she would’ve told you about the following stares of all of the men in the room.

They followed you everywhere you went, all over your body, shamelessly roaming. It felt as though they’d pounce at any second they could. It was a policy that the men here couldn’t touch you unless you verbally consented to it, but you don’t think they really cared about that rule all that much.

An arm snaked around your waist, and you froze in horror as a man, with breath that smelled of pure tequila, whispered in your ear. “Y-you shhouldd come home wi-with me!” He slurred as his friends chuckled behind him. You felt tears like your eyes as you shoved him away from you. “What the hell is your problem?!” You yelled at him, but he didn’t take that well.

His brows furrowed with clear distaste. “Woooah, baby, no needdd to be a bitch.” He growled out, his breath smelled gawd awful and it made your stomach churn. His arm felt grimy when it was wrapped around you, and now that you look at him, he looked like a crackhead.

His face had scabs all over it, along with scratches that you could tell were from him clawing at his own skin. He had teeth missing, and the ones he had left were different shades of yellow, brown and black. His skin was greasy, as was his overgrown mullet that looked damn near matted on the top. He was thin as twigs, and you could visibly see his bones anywhere you looked over him.

He was the most revolting creature you’d ever seen. He was a dirty, smelly man, and now you felt all dirty and smelly.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” You bit out. Suddenly, the man reached out and grabbed your arm in a painful grip that was sure to bruise, and you yelped out as you tried to push him away from you. “Stop fightingg against me y-you whore!” He choked out.

You’re waterline formed fresh tears that began to spill over, then all the sudden, you were ripped away from him and into the arms of another, more warm person.

You peered up at the man slightly; he was short, but still taller than you were. His hair was a dark brown, a chocolate color and short. It was kinda messy, and you wanted to run your fingers through it to try to fix it. You took notice of the scar that ran along his eye. It was beautiful. Something that was surely a painful experience, yet it looked so pretty on him.

He was ruggedly handsome. A little rough around the edges, sure, but he was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hands were thick and calloused, and on his fingers laid beautiful rings that were probably worth more than your life.

You thought that he was foreign, and when he spoke, it seemed you must’ve been right. “Fuck are ya’ doin, huh, man?” He huffed out to the crack head bothering you. “You fuckin’ with a lady jus’ tryna’ do her job? Eh?” He growled out as he lightly pushed you aside, going chest to chest with the other man who was slightly taller than him.

“Woah, Tony, i-I don’t want no trouble, man!” He replied, his hands flying up in surrender as he almost tripped over his own two feet walking backwards, trying to create distance between him and the short, angry man. “Turn around and don’t look over here.” He told you, sparing you a glance.

You did as told, as he seemed to be your savior, but you couldn’t ignore the loud, blaring sound of a gun shot ringing through the air.

You covered your ears and flinched as you let out a yelp. The ringing in your ears hurt, and your breathing became uneven as you felt hands gently remove your hands from your ears. “You’re alright, baby.” Tony muttered softly in your ear.

He had been eyeing you all night, and truthfully, he was no better than any of the men here when it came to the staring. But, the thing that separated him from them, was that he would never come onto a woman who didn’t want him.

You were a small, dainty little thing. He had no idea what you were doing in a place as filthy as this. Even when he was watching her from afar, he could see her little body trembling. The way her hands would tighten when she passed by men. The snarls women sent her. She flinched at every little thing.

When he had grabbed you from away from that man, your scent flooded his senses. You smelled of lily’s and vanilla, and a hint of whisky. He was sure the whiskey part came from when he’d seen you spill it all over yourself earlier on accident after nearly tripping over your own two feet. He thought it was cute, though.

You reminded him of a deer. So pretty, and fragile. Curious or everything you shouldn’t be. Flinching at the littlest things. Even when he faintly heard you speak earlier, your voice was so soft spoken and sounded like velvet on his ears.

His little Bambi.

So when he was ‘casually’ at the bar ordering a drink and he noticed that man harassing you, obviously he’d see this as his chance to come and swoop you off of your feet. He had this all planned out, you falling into his arms right where he wanted you.

And now as he stood behind you, your back to his chest in ragged breaths with lingering gun smoke in the air and the sound of people screaming and running, he knew he had you where he wanted you.

“You’re alright, Bambi.” He muttered sweetly into your ear. Your head whipped around, and he felt his heart thud in his chest as you met face to face with him. Your eyes glimmered under the club lights, but the tears in them made your doe eyes all the more beautiful to him.

“W-what..what did you do? What happened?” You asked, your trembling voice barely above a whisper. Almost as if you were afraid that if you talked to loud, something else would happen. “Nothin’, don’t worry ‘bout it. All that matters is that your safe now.” He replied.

“I-I need to go.” You muttered as you pushed yourself away from him. You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t like the idea of that very much. This resulted in him grabbing your hand softly. “I—let me make sure you get home safe, yeah? C’mon.” He told you.

You hesitated for a moment. A strange, foreign man who just killed someone for harassing you wants to make sure you get home safe. Sounds promising. “Okay.” You sighed as you walked out of the front door and out into the parking lot, the man following closely behind.

He led you to his car, opening the door for you to make sure you got in properly before getting in himself. “can you at least tell me what your name is?” You huffed out as you put on your seatbelt. He chuckled as he glanced at you, starting the vehicle. “Antonio Montana.” He told you after a moment. “But people jus’ call me Tony.” He added.

He had a dorky kind of smile when he said it, and it made a smile of your own form. “I’m—“ you started, but you didn’t get the chance to finish. “I know who you are, baby.” He said.

Your face bloomed red. “You’re not from here, are you?” You suddenly asked. He smiled. “I’m from Cuba.” He said. It made sense now, his accent was thick, and it made your legs squeeze together, which he didn’t fail to notice. “Oh.” Was all you said with a nod of understanding.

“Whddya doin’ in that place, anyway?” He asked. You sighed as you pushed your hair back from your face. “Needed the money. A friend said it would be easy.” You frowned. Tony clicked his tongue. “Need new friends.” He said with a chuckle.

“I—will you be my friend, Tony?” You asked. You didn’t really know why you asked, but he saved you tonight; and it would be nice to have more friends. “No.” He said, and your mouth hung agape. Guess not then.

“Wha—why?” You stuttered out with furrowed brows as your body shifted to better look at him. He inhaled sharply before his eyes pierced into yours. “Can’t be friends with someone I wanna fuck, baby.” He said, his voice deep. It sounded like he was restraining himself from saying more.

Your mouth hung open and your cheeks reddened. “I’ve—I don’t—“ you stuttered, embarrassment consuming you. The car halted sharply at large gates as his head snapped to you. “You’re a virgin.” He said, matter of factly.

You nodded as you broke eye contact with him. You heard him whisper a breathless ‘fuck’, but it slipped passed your mind as the large gates opened, and as you drove forward, a large mansion revealed itself.

You were lower-middle class, just barely scraping by. Never in your life did you ever think that a random foreign man who just so happened to be one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen would kill someone for you, tell you he wants to have sex with you, and then proceed to take you to his mansion.

“Holy shit.” You muttered. You were gawking like a peasant, but you didn’t care. The closer you got to the house, the bigger it got. It was unnecessarily big, but the men stationed outside with guns didn’t go unnoticed to your prying eyes.

“What in the hell do you do, Tony?” You asked as he stopped the car in front of the house. He stepped out and opened your door for you, his hand gently holding yours to stable you. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said.

And you weren’t gonna question him any further than that.

He lead you into his large home, and you were struck. Everything was red with hints of gold, and straight forward stood a large globe with the words ‘the world is yours’ on it. He led you up the stairs with a gentle hand to your back, directing you where to go.

You turned left and he stopped you at a large white door. “You can stay in here, take a shower n shit, I’ll be the next room over.” He said as he waved his hand around to the door next to yours. “Okay, thank you, Tony.” You smiled, to which he returned before walking to his room.

You entered the room, and surprisingly, it was different shades of purple. The walls were a dark purple with gold trim, and it looked beautiful. There was a large bed with lilac and dark purple bedding that had flowers engraved on it with lace trims. There was another door across the room, and when you opened it, it revealed a large bathroom with a gold trimmed tub that was built into the ground—almost like a jacuzzi.

It was glorious, you’d never seen a bathroom of all places look this extravagant.

You stripped from your clothes that clung to your body as your turned on the water, switching it to warm. As you stepped in, it felt warm against your skin; just what you needed after the bullshit you encountered today.

Suddenly, the door opened, making you gasp and cover yourself with your hands. In walked Tony with a knowing smirk on his face. “Sorry, baby, forgot to mention we share a bathroom.” He chucked out as he began to undress himself. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked as you eyed him.

His body was toned and fit. Hair covered his chest and arms thick, and the gold chain that hung on his neck made you gulp. You couldn’t control yourself as your eyes looked further down, and your mouth slightly hung agape as you took in the sight before you.

His v-line was deep and his happy trail made your thighs squeeze together. He was uncut, his pink tip barely peeking through his skin. He was girthy, very girthy. The length was intimidating, and you felt like his cock was staring at you.

You absentmindedly shook your head. Your mind was spinning, and you were unsure if the feelings you felt were feelings you should have about a man you’d just met. He chuckled to himself at your reaction as he lowered himself into the tub across from you.

And for some reason, you felt yourself move your arms away from your body to stop hiding yourself from him. Tony felt himself get hard under the water from the sight of you before him.

Your body glistened with water, and the soft ripples of your skin made his jaw clench—but what really got him, was your perky nipples just barely peeking through the water. Hard, and he wished to know just how sensitive they were. Your neck was beautiful, bare. He wanted to wrap his hands around it and ruin your life, but he knew he couldn’t; not yet, at least.

“C’mere, Bambi.” He said. You hesitated for a second before making a move towards him. He gently grabbed your arm and positioned you onto his lap. You could feel his cock beneath you, hard and prominent. It rested against your cunt that clenched around nothing. “Tony..” you whispered breathlessly.

“You gon’ let me make you feel good, baby? Hm?” He muttered against your lips. The way you shook your head unbelievably fast was embarrassing, but god, did it turn the man on.

His lips met yours in a heated kiss. His lips were rough and just a little chapped against yours, but you didn’t care. His tongue prodded against your mouth, and your tongues tangled together. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and everything about the interaction you were having right now was sloppy.

It was a mess, the way the mix of your saliva stringed onto the both of your tongues when you pulled away, just to dive right back in and continue. Your lips were swollen and red, puffy from Tony sinking his teeth down onto them in his haste of kissing.

His hands roamed your body, from groping your sensitive breasts to down your waist before resting on your plump ass. “Not gon’ fuck you here.” He said, breathlessly against your lips as he pulled the both of you up and into his bedroom.

He laid you softly onto the bed, moving your wet hair from your face. He stared at your for a moment. “Stay here. With me.” He demanded. “I’ll take care of you.” He said as his fingers traveled down, prodding at your entrance.

“Yes, anything, just please—“ you whimpered out as he slowly entered a finger into your sopping cunt. “Shh, I know.” He said as his finger began to enter you at a steady pace.

“More, please!” You told him. He clicked his tongue. “So needy. Gotta make sure you’re ready to take my cock, Bambi. Don’ wanna hurtcha.” He cooed out, holding your free hand in his, squeezing reassuringly.

You bit down onto your lip as he added in a second finger, beginning to speed up his pace. “You ever touch yourself? Hm?” He asked breathlessly as he watched the way you squeezed down onto his fingers. You nodded your head. “Cant make myself cum.” You whimpered out, your face blooming red.

He laughed mockingly. “Que hermosa.” He said. You didn’t know what that meant, but it made your stomach clench in an unfamiliar way. “Tony! I feel weird!” You gasped out, attempting to shove his hands away.

“S’okay, baby, just let go.” He said as he kissed down your stomach to your pussy that seemed to be talking to him everytime his fingers fucked into you. He sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth harshly, and the feeling in your stomach snapped as you released your juices all over his face with a loud moan.

He shook his head against your pussy, your clit still in his mouth, and you damn near screamed. He released your aching bud with a smug smile. He lifted himself up, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he lined himself to your entrance.

“Wait—Tony-“ you muttered, and he halted his movements. “What’s wrong, Bambi?” He asked softly. You bit down onto your lip. “M’scared.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled. Not a mean, cocky smile; but a sweet one. “S’okay, I’ll be gentle.” He said as he kissed your forehead, down to your cute little nose, then both of your cheeks, all the way down to your chin before he finally planted a kiss to your soft lips. You felt your heart literally explode.

His tip entered you slowly, before you knew it he was half way in and the stretch was painful. You both hissed, but for different reasons. You were tight around his cock, clamping down on him with a force, nearly making it hard to move. Meanwhile, it felt like he was tearing you apart on his cock.

Your nails dug into his back as you clung onto him, your little sniffles and whimpers not going unnoticed to Tony as he kissed your shoulder. “Doin’ so good, baby. Takin’ my cock good.” He said through clenched teeth.

He was finally all the way in you, and Tony wanted to move badly, but he refrained in fear of hurting you. Tears rolled down your face, and Tony kissed them away while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“Y-you can move.” You whispered, and Tony wasted no time in slowly pulling out before gently entering you again. The pain was quickly replaced with a pleasure you’d never felt before. “Oh my god—“ you gasped out as he entered you again, a little more harsh this time.

He filled you to the hilt, and you felt as though his tip was hitting your cervix as he rutted in you. “Amazing fuckin’ pussy, shit.” He groaned out as he began pounding into you.

Your moans grew uncontrollably and your breast bounced with every thrust his hips delivered to you and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You were so full, and you couldn’t get enough of his cock.

He was completely pussy drunk and the both of you couldn’t even form coherent words. Your gummy walls were warm and sucked him in so nicely. He never wanted to leave, and he was dreading the moment he was going to have to pull out of you. Your cunt felt like it was made for him, molding perfectly just to suit him and only him.

He was going to make sure he was the only person you were ever going to fuck again. He was going to ruin you for any other man, and make sure the whole world knew that you were gonna be his woman and his alone. He was the king, and he needed his queen. And when he seen you in that lousy club, he knew you were the one.

Nice, beautiful, soft and obedient.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, along with both of your moans, and your pleading. “Love this fuckin’ pussy, s’all mine, yeah?” He said as his forehead rested against yours.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slammed into you harder. “Ffuckkk, yes, yes, Tony, all yours!” You slurred out. He chuckled. “My good girl.” He moaned out as his hips drilled into yours at an inhumane pace.

“M’a good girl. M’your good girl.” You babbled out, not even realizing what you were saying as you nodded your head feverishly. “Gonna fill this pussy. Make you mine.” He groaned out as his thrusts became sloppy.

You felt yourself cum again, releasing your juices once again all over his lower abdomen. The way you were moaning and twitching under him, overstimulated, triggered his own release as he spurred his cum into your sloppy pussy; painting your walls white. But he didn’t stop, and his cock continued to fuck into you.

Your cunt was milking him and he wasn’t complaining. You were an uncontrollable, moaning mess under him. Your pussy was sensitive and sore by the time he finally pulled out of you, his body thumping next to you as you both laid breathlessly.

His arms pulled you into him, and being in his arms, legs tangling together, made you feel like all of this was so right. So perfect. He was so perfect.

You’d never be able to get enough of him after this, and Tony knew he was done for. The both of you craved each other more than anything you’d ever craved.

You fell asleep in his arms that night, the last thing you felt was Tony press a kiss to your temple and the world around you went dim.

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[myfictionaldreams]

oooh can’t sleep with thoughts of a dom!buckynat with sub!reader not sure if you’re taking requests but….

Stop Teasing Me // Bucky/Natasha x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were close with Bucky and Natasha, admiring their relationship but one day, when the three of you were alone during a power cut, your friends had decided on other ideas as to the nature of your relationship with them.

A/N: hello lovely anon, thank you for the request! Sorry it's taken me so long to write.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, dom/sub, fluff, friends to lovers, dom nat/bucky, sub reader, teasing, begging, hurt/comfort, rough kissing, oral, vaginal sex, face sitting, cum sharing, flirting, pet names

Words: 6.9k

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The Avengers tower was oddly silent today which was your favourite way for it to be as you sat at your desk, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen from your recently eaten muffin. You knew that the silence was due to it being a Saturday and therefore, the offices were closed in the tower but there was still research to be completed that you’d not finished through the week so some extra quiet hours were fine with you.

Emptying the crumbs that were in your palm, into the trash can under the desk, you returned your gaze to the screen, fingers moving across the keyboard with natural speed but then you were interrupted again as your phone began to ring for face time, Natasha’s name written on the top of the screen.

A smile spread across your face, your heart beating a little faster as you declined the fame time and selected audio instead, not wanting her to see that you were at work on your day off. “Hey”.

“Um excuse me, Milaya, I want to see your pretty face”, Natasha’s smooth voice through the phone had your face heating at both the nickname, translating to Darling, and the compliments that always came so easily from her.

“Sorry, I can’t at the moment”, you balanced your phone between your shoulder and ear, continuing with your work.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”, she asked, her voice lowering slightly in a teasing tone.

“I just can’t… so are you ok? I thought you had an event today?”. Tony had arranged a luxurious event in DC for the Avengers to celebrate their latest victory on that side of the US.

Natasha pondered for a moment, “You just…can’t? I don’t believe that for a second, where are you?”, she asked, completely ignoring your questions.

Trying to think of the first excuse you could, you blurted out, “I’m at home and uh… naked, so I can’t face time”. Biting your lip at the excuse, feeling warm suddenly but not understanding why.

“Naked huh? Then maybe you should definitely face time me, baby”, her voice took a sultry tone as she continued to flirt and you had to cross your thighs over each other, arousal pooling in your underwear. Shaking your head and returning to holding your phone so it didn’t fall as you attempted to ignore the way your best friend was turning you on with only a simple flirt.

Natasha was your best friend but she was also in a relationship with your other best friend Bucky, you blamed your horniness on your lack of being touched and craving for attention, something that both Natasha and Bucky always seemed to give you.

“Stop teasing me” you reprimand her like usual, hearing her chuckle on the other end of the phone, “so where are you? Are you in DC?”

“I’m behind you”, Natasha whispered through the phone and you instantly craned your neck, swivelling in your chair to look around the empty room, not seeing anyone around.

“Ha ha, very funny Natasha”, you sarcastically say, followed by a heavy sigh as you pulled your chair close to your desk again. When she didn’t respond, you pulled the phone away from your ear to check it was still connected, “Natasha?” you asked seeing that it was still connected.

“Found you!”, a voice not on the phone but directly behind you, whispered delicately into your ear, causing you to jump up from your seated position, screaming and dropping your phone onto the desk. As soon as you saw the red-haired assassin, you groaned, gripping your chest to try and calm your pounding heart.

“You can’t do that, you’re going to give me a heart attack!”

Nat smirked devilishly, hanging up the call and placing her phone into her jean pockets, “I knew I’d find you here, are you some kinda masochist who likes working for free on their days off?” Her green eyes sparkled brightly in the bright overhead lights of the office as she sat up on your desk as you returned to your office chair, finally relaxing from being jump scared.

“It’s not like I have much else to do and anyway, I thought you and Bucky were away this weekend so what better time to finish my work than when my two friends are away?”

“Well luckily for you, our late-night flight has been cancelled due to the storms so everyone is over there partying up in DC and we are both free and wanting to see our favourite girl”.

Your face heated and you turned away so she couldn’t see your excitement but also had a quick look around for the other person mentioned.

“He’s not here, he’s waiting upstairs for us and cooking your favourite”.

You swallowed hard at her sentence, seeing her smile turning into a dark smirk as she looked at you through her eyelashes as you asked, “Why are you so sure that I’m going to join you both? I do have lots of work to do…”

Your friend jumped down from the desk, turning your swivel chair to face her and then knocked your knees apart so that she could stand between them, bending down, close enough that her sweet perfume invaded your nose, her hair falling against your cheeks as she hovered closely. Your fingers twitched to run through her hair, and stroke it behind her ears as she silky stated, “Because you can’t resist us”.

“Stop teasing me”, your voice was no louder than a whisper as you had to force yourself not to look at her lips. Once again, this was always what Natasha and Bucky were like always flirting with you and on the borderline of being too far.

Natasha takes a step back, standing to her full height with a large grin, showing her pearly white teeth, one hand raised and open in offering, a single sleek eyebrow raised in question, “So is that a yes?”

You couldn’t help but match her smile, taking her hand, “Of course it is”.

The two of you took the elevator upstairs to the Avengers floor which was the quietest you’d ever seen it other than when they were on a mission. Glancing out of the windows, you could see and hear the storm, rain pelting against the window, lightning brewing in the distance and due to the late hour, it was hauntingly dark. 

Bucky was standing in the kitchen that opened up to the large living room area, the couches stretching across the length of the room, a TV somehow hanging from the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, looking out over New York City.

“Ah, there are my two favourite girls”, Bucky shouts without looking over his shoulder as he continued to cook the delicious-smelling food. Natasha rushed over, sliding between him and the stove, leaning up to kiss his lips quickly, her eyes wide with love to match his. Bucky looked over his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you, “Room for one more”.

This was what it was always like, always feeling like there was no line between friendly flirting and being serious. You didn’t mind though, being best friends with two Avengers and assassins had its benefits as they made you feel safe and protected and they weren’t exactly bad to look at. They could continue to flirt with you and you could then go home and think about them whilst you pleasured yourself, it was a win-win really.

Bucky was always the better chef out of the three of you so all of you ate happily around the table before settling onto the couch with a couple of drinks that were helping to relax you. There, you and Nat decided on a suitable film to show Bucky that he hadn’t seen but none of you was actually paying attention, spending more time chatting as you sat in between them, Bucky to your left, his arm over your shoulders so he could play with Nat’s hair who was sitting to your right, he body turned towards yours. 

The topic always seemed to turn seedy as Nat quizzed her boyfriend, “You’re Steve’s best friend, James, do you know anything about him sleeping with Sharon? You can trust us”.

Bucky took a hefty swig of his beer as you watched him closely, particularly the way his throat moved as the swallowed. Realising what you were doing, you glanced down at your lap as arousal pulsed in your core, no you needed to get a hold of yourself so you took a sip of your own drink.

“I’m not saying anything”, Bucky says next to you with a not-so-subtle smirk on his face that made Natasha squint her eyes with a knowing look.

“You definitely know something Barnes, you can’t hide anything from me”, Natasha mumbled, shifting where she sat so she could lift her hand a stroke a strand of your hair behind your ears, making you look at her from the corner of your eye with a small smile. “What about you?”

“I don’t know who anyone else is sleeping with other than you two, I don’t even know who the office romance currently is”, your heartbeat quickened as she gave you a knowing look, her fingers stopping their exploration against your scalp.

“You know that’s not what I meant”, Natasha encouraged, moving a little bit closer on the seat so that her thigh brushed against yours, just as Bucky’s did the same, and you didn’t realise that he also had moved closer so that you could feel his warm body.

“Yeah tell us, surely you’ve got someone to call when you’re feeling a little warm under the collar”, Bucky asked with a teasing but casual tone that helped to keep you at ease but you had no juice gossip for either of them, your sex life completely dried up.

“You’re both so nosey but sorry to say there’s nothing to tell, which you both should already know anyway considering I spend all of my spare time with you both. There’s no one keeping my bed warm”.

Bucky wasn’t satisfied with this answer, “There’s got to be someone though”.

Your only answer was a shrug of the shoulders and a shake of the head no.

“Wait, so when’s the last time you were with someone because we’ve known you for a year and a half”, Natasha asked.

“Ummm”, you pondered, thinking about the exact dates whilst taking another sip.

“Oh no, it can’t be good if you have to actually think about it”, Bucky hesitates, looking at you with unease, dreading your answer.

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “It's not that bad, I’d say two years, maybe give or take a few months”.

“TWO?!” Natasha shouts causing you to flinch at her high-pitched cry.

“YEARS?!” Bucky continued with the shouting match in disbelief. “You can’t be serious”. Again, you shrugged your shoulders, taking another sip only to find your drink empty so you placed the glass on the small table in front as a flash of lightning illuminated the room as the storm drew closer.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ve got my toys and stuff”, you say casually, sitting back against the cushions and realising that both Avengers had inched forward more so their chests were rubbing against your arms.

“Even so, sometimes a toy can’t quite itch that spot”, Natasha says playfully, and she's so close now that you can feel her warm breath against your cheek.

“I guess, but it’s all I’ve got, it’s not like I’m meeting new people every day, I’m either in the office or with you two”.

What you hadn’t expected was for Bucky to reach with his metal hand, one of his cool fingers sliding beneath your chin, forcing you to look away from your lap and up to his handsome face. “But what if it’s not all you’ve got, what if you don’t need to meet someone new”.

Your thoughts seemed to vanish from your mind completely, white noise replacing any sane thoughts at Bucky’s words, his mannerisms, as well as Natasha. Was he still just flirting and toeing that invisible line of friendship, or was this something else? Your palms began to feel clammy as you weren’t sure what to do or what to say.

This was then a crash of lightning illuminated the room in a harsh white flash before being plunged into complete and utter darkness, the side lights that had brightened the room, the TV and all other brightness extinguished over New York as the storm caused the power to be cut.

It was an immediate defensive response that your body seemed to go into, heart pounding in your chest, as panic surged through you, a lump forming in your throat making it difficult to breathe as you stood, not sure as to why, probably being safer on the couch with two assassins but you needed to be on your feet, in preparation to run from the horrors the lurked in the shadows. There was nothing you hated more than to be in the dark.

It was disorientating to have your eyes wide open but not even make out the hand you held in front of your face, taking a step forward, forgetting the small table was there and tripping along. Thankfully Bucky could see better in the dark due to his serum and was on his feet, metal arm around your waist to catch you from falling, “careful Doll, it’s ok, the power has just been cut, you’re safe with us”.

Bucky pulled you flush again his body, the warmth giving you something to cling onto and that's precisely what you did, turning until your face was pressed against his muscular chest, hands tightly gripping onto his plain black t-shirt until your knuckles ached. From where you were hiding your face in the safeness of Bucky’s chest, you weren’t able to notice Natasha putting on her phone light, it wasn’t much of a light but it was better than nothing as she soothingly stroked down your spine as Bucky’s arms rubbed against your arms.

“It’s ok Milaya, you’re safe, there’s nothing here that can hurt you”.

Of course, somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was true but when you’re in ‘fight or flight mode’, your thoughts weren’t being rational. You hadn’t even noticed how hard you were breathing until Bucky took a step back from you so that he could cup your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. From where Natasha had placed her phone torch on the table, the white light mostly illuminated his hair, his handsome face hidden including his calming blue eyes. “Listen to me, you’re safe with us, there’s no one else here I promise. I want you to sit with Natasha whilst I look for some candles, alright?”

You’re staring into the blank void of his face, scared that if you looked to the corner of your eye and into the darkness it would consume you whole. Bucky’s rough pad of his thumb brushed against the tip of your chin, tilting your head further up as you realised you hadn’t answered him, not trusting your voice and only giving a scared nod before turning to Natasha.

“Sit down with me, Sugar”, Natasha’s voice sounds like rich honey, thick and smooth and seemed to snap through your fear in an instant, sitting as if she enchanted you, her hand, equally as rough as Bucky’s from training wrapping around yours. She made you feel safe, they both made you feel safe, even if the darkness around the room still threatened to swallow you whole.

Again, like Bucky, Natasha tilted your face towards hers, making sure you didn’t look away and as she was closer to the torch, you were able to see more of her beautiful face, the plumpness of her lips, the rouge tint to her cheeks that always occurred when she drank alcohol and her eyes that looked at you with such softness had you shifting closer in on the cushions.

“Distract me”, your whispered urgently, “make me forget what’s in the darkness”.

Natasha smiled softly, letting go of your hand so that she could now cup both of your cheeks, encouraging you to, “close your eyes”.

Your eyes however did the opposite and widen, chewing on the inside of your lip with anxiety, wishing not to be thrust into complete darkness again.

Natasha noticed every sign of your distress, her thumb quickly brushing across your cheekbones, “trust me, close your eyes”.

Releculetnly you did as instructed now, hands lifting to hold onto her wrists for some sort of support and comfort as you closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your other senses. The noise of Bucky walking around the room, gathering the scented candles scattered throughout the room and bringing them over to the table. Closer, you could hear Natasha’s slow, steady breaths, a stark contrast to your fast-paced ones so you tried to match hers, helping to slow your heartbeat as well. Then there was the touch of hers, the warmth of her wrists that you held, and the comfort of her hands crowding on your cheeks.

“Good girl”, Natasha praised meaning for it to be casual but the tone of her voice continued to be silky and almost intimate causing your body to warm, which mean that she could feel the reaction with where she was holding and therefore only made you heat more with embarrassment, shifting on the couch. Thankfully your eyes were still closed so you couldn’t see Natasha smirking, before continuing with her plan to calm you down, “Remember Milaya, you’re always safe with us.”

“I know I am”, your say under your breath.

“Then let’s distract each other, maybe we should continue the conversation we were having before”. Through all of the panic, you’d completely forgotten about Bucky’s seemingly flirtatious advances, his subtle touches and his low questioning voice. You weren’t entirely sure what to say and instead continued to chew on the inside of your mouth with nerves. Luckily, Natasha continued for you, “Two years is such a long time without being touched, why haven’t you said anything to us before?”

You frowned in confusion, “Why would I tell either of you? It’s not exactly something to brag about”.

“Not like that…”, Natasha let the words hang in the air for a moment before slowly saying the next few words, “We could have helped you, Sugar”.

The lump formed in your throat again, and you tried to swallow it but it didn’t seem to budge. “What… What do you mean?”

The couch cushions shifted behind you as Bucky finally returned. With your position, he was mostly facing your back as you could now make out the faint orange hue from beneath your eyelids and the different array of scents from the candles he had lit. You could feel him, a lot closer than he was before, his chest bumping against your back, but this only caused you to lean back into it, needing to feel him crowd around you with Natasha at your front.

When Bucky spoke next, it was near your ear as he leaned down to gruffly whisper, “I think you know what we mean, Doll”.

Again, it was instinct that had you trying to turn and look at him, your eyes opening for half a second before Natasha’s hand moved to cover them so you were still kept in darkness. “What?” you tried to ask, pulling on her wrists but she didn’t budge.

“I know what you’re like, you’ll panic if you look at us. Keep your eyes closed, let us look after you”, Natasha explained, she too had moved forward next to your other ear and her breath whisping against the shell of your ear caused you to shiver in anticipation.

“You’re teasing me again”, you say more as a defence for if they suddenly admitted that they were joking because there was no way that your two best friends, who were in a happy relationship, we actually being serious.

Natasha lowered his hand away from your eyes and you were quick to make sure your eyes were still closed, she was right, keeping them closed kept some sort of safety barrier from you, even though it was still darkness that surrounded you, their touch and voices were enough to distract.

The Black Widow was now tilting your face back towards her, “I would never tease about this Milaya, I’ve wanted to do this for so long”, she admitted, her thumb brushing against your lower lip, tugging on it gently. “Tell me you want this too”, her voice was smooth and familiar.

You pretended to think for a minute, maybe it was a good idea to actually weigh up the pros and cons of the situation but there was not a single rational thought in your brain. You wanted this, have wanted this for far too long.

“I want this”, you say with the most confidence heard thus far. Before you could process that you’d admitted this, Natasha closed the gap, her full lips pressing against yours. They’re softer than you had imagined, all of the tenseness from your muscles melting into the embrace, a sigh breathing out of your nose as you leaned into her touch.

Natasha took control and you were thankful for that, trying not to overthink if you were doing the right or wrong thing but the two of you moved together perfectly. Lips moving together, her tongue sneaking between to stroke yours and you could taste the alcohol and something that was uniquely her.

Just as you moaned into her mouth, another large hand was cupping the back of your head, tilting it in a different direction and then you were kissing Bucky over your shoulder. His lips were firmer than Nat’s but still full and plump but the facial hair rubbed around the skin of your face as he was immediately begging for your mouth to open with a swipe of his tongue against your top lip.

As Bucky is devouring your mouth, Natasha is clearing your hair away from your neck so that he could kiss the exposed skin, causing another shiver to ripple through you as more thunder continued to boom outside.

Bucky’s touches were softer than you thought, moving slowly, kissing your lips a few times before pulling away so you could both catch your breath. You tried to follow after him, spontaneously opening your eyes without thinking, and were blessed with the sight of Bucky looking lustfully at you, instead of Natasha who had begun to nibble on your ear lobe, causing a moan to rumble in the back of your throat.

“This is really happening”, you whispered in awe without thinking, the words causing Bucky’s mouth to tilt into a smile. From the corner of your eye, you could see the candles reflecting off of the metal of his left arm as he inched it around your waist, settling over your stomach, his fingers spreading over the area, pulling you back gently even closer.

The man chuckled under his breath, the noise travelled straight to your core, warmth and wetness forming more. “Yes, this is really happening, we’ve wanted this to happen for so long”, he admitted. 

“You have?” you couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, why would two Avengers of all people, who were both in a happy relationship, ever want to be with you romantically?

Natasha eased your face towards hers again, “more than you could ever know. Have you wanted us to?”

Of course, you had, who wouldn’t want to be especially with how attractive they both were but your nerves were starting to increase again as you were actually looking at her and having this conversation, this wasn’t just a fantasy. Eventually, you mustered up the courage to stutter, “Ye-Yes, I’ve wanted you both too”, your throat felt suddenly dry as your fingers continued to tremble slightly. “But I uh- I don’t know um…”. You weren’t exactly sure how to say that you had absolutely no idea what to do. You’d never been with two people. Where do you touch? Who do you touch? It had been such a long time that you’d only had to look after yourself, maybe you should have just kept your eyes closed.

“Milaya”, Natasha cut you off, “now what I don’t want you to do is worry. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Bucky had returned to whispering into your ear, “Let us look after you”.

You don’t trust your voice so you nodded your head and Natasha closed the gap between you too as she kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away. She was quick to dominate, gripping your face to keep you in place and then tilting her own head to deepen the kiss.

Just as you’re about to moan, wanting more from her, Bucky is pulling you away from her so he could give you a just as fierce kiss, his teeth scraping against your lower lip, tugging it away to allow it to snap back again. It felt so good to feel both of them, one of your hands reached behind Bucky’s head and the other hand rested against Nat’s cheek but she was soon turning to kiss the inside of your wrist, stroking up your arm.

“Where can I touch you?” Natasha asked, her lips tickling the sensitive skin.

Bucky pulled away so you answer, “Anywhere!”

“Thank god”, Bucky praised before shifting to kiss your neck, teeth grazing underneath your ear as Nat’s fingers travelled up the jean covered inside of your thigh, cupping in between your legs. You mewled at the touch, grinding your hips into her hand then a thought came to your mind.

“Can you both still touch each other as well”.

Natasha fully grins, which Bucky matches, and as they both leaned towards each other, your arousal increased as they began to kiss hungrily. Sitting back on the couch, you could enjoy the sight before you but also get your bearings a little bit, catching your breath.

Both of the Avengers slowly came to a stop from where they leaned over you, turning their faces towards yours, making you feel a little bit like a deer in headlights but you didn’t have time to freak out as both leaned into opposite sides of your neck, kissing and nipping the area. You pushed your chest up, tilting your head back to give them more room, a hand of yours gripping each of their shirts.

As Natasha began pushing her fingers on your shirt, another thought came to your mind.. You were still in the Avengers’ shared living room, what if there were cameras, even in the darkness without the power, JARVIS still worked so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to fuck in here.

“Could we move to somewhere else?” you asked before quickly groaning as Bucky sucked the junction between your neck and shoulders.

“Mmm, as the lady wishes”, Bucky responded, kissing your cheek, standing from the couch and offering his hands for you and Natasha to take. Standing up again, you remembered that the room was still very much in the darkness outside of the candle halo that Bucky had created so you stayed close to them both. Natasha gave you her phone to use the torch on that and then she led the way to her’s and Bucky’s shared bedroom/

If felt intimate to be in this space that was meant for just the two of them. You had been in here before briefly on passing but nothing like this, only half aware of the layout of the room before Natasha is taking the phone from your hand, leaving it on the table in the corner, it only half-illuminating the room but before you could begin to panic, she was dragging you over to the bed.

She pushed against your shoulders gently, allowing you to topple into the centre of the bed, the smell of them both overwhelming as you unsettled the sheets but before you could fully relax into the soft material, Natasha had started to crawl up your body, eyes dark in the low light as they didn’t move from your face.

You lifted your head to meet her lips, as she thoroughly distracted you from the other hands that were on your body as Bucky had started to remove your clothes, starting with your shoes, and socks, then undoing your jean buttons between Nat’s legs and easing them down your body.

He then did the same with your shirt until you were left in your underwear and this was when he moved on to Natasha who still managed to kiss you gently whilst easing her clothes off but he didn’t stop until she was fully nude. Natasha straddled your hips, sitting up in all of her beauty so you could take her in, only half away that Bucky was also in the process of removing his clothes but you couldn’t look away from Nat. From her beautifully sculptured body, her peaked breasts, the muscles that you could feel in her thighs as you run your hands over them, she was just as you imagined.

And then Bucky was leaning across you, his mouth sealing around your still-clothed nipple, his other hand squeezing the other breast as he blocked your view of Natasha as you could feel her moving off of your body. This only meant that you could look over the man who was causing you to feel flutters in your core from his wicked mouth. His muscles were toned everywhere, and then he shifted so that his hard cock was in your eye line, he was thick and hard, precum gathering at the tip.

Your hands moved into his hair, scratching his scalp as he moved between both breasts, tugging on the material of your bra with his metal fingers and feeling it snap easily so that it exposed yourself, Bucky grinned cheekily having ruined your bra, “Oops”, he laughed before sucking greedily on your nipple.

“Bucky!” you groaned, arching your back as a smaller set of hands slipped your underwear down your legs. You tried to lift your head to watch Natasha but Bucky still crowded over your chest, making sure that you couldn’t see, his mouth and hands worshipping your tits.

Your legs were moved by the red-haired woman, spreading wide and your cheeks warmed at being exposed to her but then not being able to see her, maybe this was like before, it was better to now see and therefore not overthink.

Then you didn’t care anymore as her tongue teased against your folds, licking up the juices that had seeped out and she groaned at the taste, already wanting more, slipping her tongue deeper.

Natasha Romanoff was a master at work, always seemingly having a way with words and now her tongue was being put to other uses as she pleasured you, taking her sweet time to circle your hole that tightened and clenched with the need to be filled. Then there were the strokes against your clit, twirling in sweet circles before pressing hard and sucking.

“Nat- that feels so good”, you tried to lift your head to look at Nat but Bucky continued to block your view as he smiled around your perky nipple.

“She feels good, doesn’t she? Her tongue always knows just the right spots to have you quivering”, as Bucky finished his word, Nat pushed her tongue into your cunt, delving in and out like a starved woman.

You cried out, arching your back and Bucky now shifted with your movement, now kneeling over your upper body, his face hovering over yours as he gripped both of your hands into his wrist and held them above your head.

“Keep your eyes on me”, he instructed and you did, needing something to concentrate and hold onto as you looked into his shadowed face.

Your hips rolled against Nat’s face, feeling her nose bump against your clit as she concentrated on your hole, working it open with her muscle before she shifted slightly and she was removing her tongue and instead pushed her index and middle finger into your cunt as she began to suckle on your bundle of nerves. She scissored them out, stretching you slightly before doing a ‘come here’ motion, stroking against your spongey spot within, and your entire body seemed to light up, thighs trembling, toes curling and eyes wide as you didn’t look away from Bucky.

You could feel it, the tightening in your abdomen, your pussy walls clenching in anticipation as she didn’t change her pace, keeping it nice and steady as you become a blubbering mess.

“Are you going to cum for us?” Bucky asked, seeing the noticeable changes in your reactions and the way your tone became higher and needier.

“Yes… please! Feels so good, don’t stop Natasha!”. The only response you got from her was a moan directly against your clit and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, feeling like you were going to explode before the tension snapped, your pussy convulsing as you came.

“That’s a good girl, you’re doing so well for us”, Bucky praised into your ear before kissing you desperately, absorbing all of your moans onto his tongue, making you breathless. He pulls back as you suck in deep breaths, trying to calm your pounding heart in your chest but then as Bucky continued speaking, you thought your heart stopped altogether with anticipation. “I’m going to fuck you now, Doll”.

You only groan in response, continuing to lie there as Natasha began to kiss up your body, her cheeks, nose and mouth noticeably damp as she trialled up towards your face, replacing where Bucky had as he shifted down the bed to between your legs.

You felt bad that Bucky was able to find pleasure and Natasha had yet to find any so without overthinking the demand you quickly requested, “Please sit on my face”. 

Both Avengers paused, looking back at one another before Nat’s looking down at you with a smirk, a single finger that had been inside of your cunt only moments ago, now stroking down your cheek as she asked, “Is that what you really want? You don’t have to do anything-”

“Please, I want you both, I want to try and make you feel good too”, you insisted, reaching for her and Bucky gripped each of your calves, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, the tip of his cock delicately brushing against your thigh.

“Ok, Milaya, just let Bucky take a moment ok, want to make sure you’re ok and we aren’t hurting you”. You looked down your body to Bucky, you did appreciate how much they were checking in with you, especially now as he slide a hand up your abdomen, over your sternum between your breasts to cup your jaw, Nat moving out of the way just as he leaned down to kiss you slowly.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much, won’t you Doll?” he mutters against your lips and you nod in response, leaning up to kiss him again.

Slowly and carefully, Bucky’s cock starts to penetrate your cunt. He’s so bit but you expected nothing less from him and you have to remember to take deep breaths as the pleasurable burn surrounded your pussy, it had been so long since you’d had a real cock inside of you and god, did it feel so good.

As you adjust to him, you groaned when the pleasure started to increase and he then stands back up to his full height, holding onto your thighs, so he has something to pull on as he moved his hips with slow, shallow thrusts, getting you used to it before deepening the strokes.

This was when Natasha finally moved, knowing you were enjoying being fucked by Bucky as she straddled your face, in the direction so that she was facing down your body and towards Bucky.

Your arms wrapped around Natasha’s thighs, really feeling how her muscles tensed from their spread position. You weren’t sure whether you should pull her down and take some control but it was hard to think properly with Bucky’s cock rocking in and out of your cunt but luckily, it seemed Natasha was more than happy to be dominant as she lowered herself down onto your awaiting tongue.

She tasted perfect, salty and yet sweet and you were happy to find that she was just as wet as you were when she ate you out. Your tongue stroked the length of her, audibly swallowing everything that poured into your mouth, before pushing further, lifting your head slightly to connect with her clit.

You were graced with a sultry groan from the woman which in turn caused Bucky to moan as your cunt clenched in response. Firming your tongue so it pointed at the end, you felt Natasha continue to take control as her hips moved of their own accord, back and forth, grinding against your tongue so all you had to do was lie there and drink her juices.

Natasha leaned forward as she got off on your tongue, her hands grabbing Bucky’s face so that they could kiss, not that you could see from the angle but you could hear them both moaning into each other's mouths.

It felt so good, you were being so stimulated, knowing that Natasha was feeling good from your tongue and then the pounding that Bucky was giving you, his thumb rubbing slowly against your clit, it was perfect.

The rain from the storm was continuing to pelt against the window, and the lights outside from the city had begun to switch back on as the power was restored, so that the room was now further illuminated by the city lights but once again, you didn’t notice as your eyes were closed, fully hypnotised by the pleasure that was pouring through your body. 

“Feels so good Doll, you’re so tight and wet”, Bucky grunted, lifting your ankles onto his shoulders and then massaging your calves as he fucked you harder and deeper.

You were mewling in ecstasy against Nat’s pretty clit, which in turn made her moan, tipping her head back and pushing up her tits for Bucky to stare at in awe.

The woman’s moans began to change, hips moving with more urgency and you knew that she was getting closer to her orgasms so you tried something different, copying her moves and began to suck on her clit, stroking your tongue against it in your mouth as you moved.

Natasha screamed out in ecstasy and a gush of juices coated your face, dribbling down your cheeks as she came, your name frantically coming from her lips as she slowly stilled her hips.

She’s breathing heavily as she moves to lie next to you on the bed, watching you with her head resting on her fist, her cheeks were even more flushed than before, her lips slightly swollen from eating you out and the kissing, she looked beautiful, you decided.

“That was so fucking hot”, Bucky praised, his eyes wide and hungry from watching his girlfriend cum against your mouth. He eased your legs down so that they were spread, giving him room to lean over you, kissing you with desperation, wanting to taste Natasha against your tongue.

Then you felt a slender hand rubbing against your slightly sensitive clit and you grunted, eyebrows furrowing as Nat began to help you reach your orgasm, as Bucky didn’t hold back with his thrusts, your hips pounding together.

Your orgasm took your breath away, and your legs shook as the waves of pleasure pulsed through your cunt, suffocating Bucky’s cock and making his eyes roll in euphoria then finally pull out as he was close to cumming himself.

Looking down between your bodies, trying to catch your breath from your orgasm, you tiredly watched as Bucky’s hard cock landed on your abdomen and Natasha began to feverishly wank him off, your juices gleamed over his shaft as he closed his eyes, concentrating on his pleasure.

You expected him to say Nat’s name so when your name was being moaned, your eyes lit up, biting your lip as Bucky’s seed spurted from the tip of his cock in thick ripes, coating your stomach before he finally relaxed, half collapsing onto the bed.

“That was so fucking hot”, Natasha whispered, her voice a little huskier from all the moaning. You watched with wide eyes as she leaned over your body, scooping up her boyfriend's cum with her tongue, before crawling towards your face and then kissing you slowly, passing his seed into your mouth where you hungrily drank him down, happy that you’d been able to taste both of them.

Bucky groaned again watching the act and then Natasha finally collapsed beside you on the bed, the three of you actually taking the time to catch your breaths and let the thrill of the pleasure and orgasms hum in your veins.

Cool metal fingers stroked against your temple, catching your attention, you looked towards Bucky as he asked, “How are you feeling? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m really fucking great right now”, you say almost giddily, “ that was um.. That was wow”. You could hear Natasha chuckling beside you as Bucky looked affectionately at you.

You’d never felt so alive before, completely at ease with two of the most dangerous people in the world and you hoped more than anything that this wasn’t the last time that you saw either of them naked.

[amidnight--dreary]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks so much for the tag @zsparz !!!💖

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

166!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

2.013.111. I write when I‘m stressed, can you tell?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly the MCU. Frostiron my beloved 💕 I recently posted a Huskerdust fic, though, and a couple years ago I posted some Good Omens stuff! I have another Good Omens wip brewing, but I haven‘t worked on it in a while.

4. Top five fics by kudos

First one up would be Your Call, a multi-chaptered ABO Frostiron thing that‘s sadly unfinished because I‘m not happy with where it was going somehow. Then Corners of Reality, my baby, Yes or No, Dereliktion and last but not least Vita Nova!

5. Do you respond to comments?

God I try. I’m so bad at it though. On long fics I always answer comments on the last chapter when I post the new one, but I keep forgetting to reply to comments on older chapters or oneshots😭 They all mean the world to me though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohh I wrote a few angsty oneshots but it‘s been a while. Maybe Here, that‘s the most recent one. Of the older ones I remember all my light most clearly. Tony is dead or dying in both of these lol, poor Loki.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I like to think the happiest endings in stories are ones you had to fight for a little bit, so maybe Dereliktion. That was a long ride filled with angst and messed up relationships lol. I think Haywire (my first and so far only Sentinel/Guide fic, I love that trope a lot akfj) also has a pretty fluffy ending, and I have some oneshots that are pretty much all fluff!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally? Just the other day I got another anon ask on here complaining about my recent stories. Makes me extra thankful for everyone who takes the time to tell me they enjoy my stuff!!💖

9. Do you write smut?

I do! Pretty much all the time lol. I love writing Dom/sub relationships!

10. Craziest crossover?

I don‘t think I‘ve ever written one before?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yesss. I‘m not sure if they just didn’t know any better though, they deleted the copied parts as soon as I told them.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! I‘m always so happy when that happens!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also yes. One year I did a whole Frostiron Advent calendar with @rabentochter (do you remember this????? How did we have the time??????? Insane) and we wrote a few more collabs beyond that.

14. All time favorite ship?

Frostiron!!!!!!!!!!!! I love my sassy messed up geniuses lol

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhh I‘ve got a few. I‘d like to finish/rewrite Your Call. Once I also had the cracky fever dream of Loki doing random standup comedy shows in New York because he‘d KILL that. Can you imagine the sarcasm. The gallow‘s humor. Anyway I started that and then realized I Cannot Write Standup Routines at all. So there‘s that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

What I like to write the most is character and relationship development, so hopefully I‘m decent at that? Also dialogue, I hope, but that kinda comes and goes depending on the conversation.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I kinda suck thinking of longish plot that goes beyond “will they kiss?? Will they FUCK???” so I’ve been trying to practice that. Also scenes with lots of action😭

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it. I’ve been wanting to write a fic where Tony can properly show off his language skills but I don’t know enough languages to pull that off lol

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The VERY first was Dracula, back when I was 13 or so. I had a big thing for van Helsing back then. My first fandom on ao3 was Once Upon a Time!!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooohhh. That would be Corners of Reality, because I worked on it for years before I even started posting it and I love how it turned out. It’s a slow burn time travel enemies to friends to almost lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to allies to lovers fic. I had SO much fun writing it I still think about it all the time😭😭

I’m just gonna tag some writers I know are on here: @endlessstairway @xottan @izhunny @arabesqueangel @bouncydragon no pressure though!! And if you see this and you’re a writer please consider yourself tagged!!💖

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I am with you on the bottom france pool. I see him as a dominant bottom though so people will see him as a top and he tops a lot but it's always from the bottom. We need more love for dominant tops who bottom. Real thing tho. Arthur loves that. Alasdair will just lay back and enjoy and our man Spain will want to treat France right but ends up admiring that ass bouncing up on his churro

im verrry drunk right now (like, kitchen karaoke drunk) so excuse my lack of articulation but u caught me in a good mood so imma answer this and probably ramble sorry

you get it. fran is the power bottom of all time i could not agree more. he usually initiates. he loves topping from the bottom. eager lil cowgirl. he loves riding and draining the absolute life force out of his men. tho its not exclusive, if i were to label him i'd say switch bottom. switch as in can sub or dom, not verse as in position bc u know hes always taking that dick. always always always. nails emoji.

i do think he likes being pampered and playing pillow princess at times. laying back and getting bred or pounded mercilessly from behind. hes into that too. nd not that this is relevant but i think he's only 'dominant' sexually. in terms of like. general partnership dynamics?? fran is definitely more submissivve. the lady of the house. arthur is daddy breadwinner etc. he makes the rules fran sits home looking pretty. sorry to be heteronormative but thats how i am about them. shrugs. husband an d wife.

i think arthur would (to use an overused fanfiction term, lol) vy for dominance but he does love how eager fran is and ends up laying back and letting hiss pretty wife ride him to his heart;s desire. watching her earn her reward!!! go off qwueen. but YEAH alasdair is a brilliant sub/service top you are so right. he would literally do anything fran asked him to. thats just scotfra.

spain and france togethr are so complex i cant even get into it now but yeah toni is so... passionate hes rly the only one who can match fran;s level when it comes to that. tbh i think they switch but yeah. fran riding toni is... chefs kiss. toni gets to lay back and be lazy he loves that shit fr. ok im becoming unable to string words together properly and nobody asked for this post to be this long.

anyway god bless you anon i hope you win the lottery <3 besos besos

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The Get Together

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 3550 words

Outline: It was known to everyone working on the Avengers tower that Bruce had a crush on you but it takes one party and a severely drunk Bruce to finally confess his love to you.

Warnings: swearing, bad grammar, drug mention, alcohol consumption, use of condoms, nipple play, love bites, pet names, dirty talk, vaginal sex, finger sucking, slightly dom! bruce, creampie, finger fucking, cum eating, un beta-ed, if I missed anything pls let me know!

Author’s Note: Requested by a lovely anon right here. Tons of fun to make and it's to date my longest fic! :D

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“He’s staring at you again,” Natasha comments while sipping her drink sitting on top of the counter. 

“He’s always looking at you.” You raise your eyebrow at her but then you turn your attention to Bruce from across the room and wink at him directly. Bruce quickly fumbles with the stack of papers in his hands of which half are falling onto the ground and you giggle returning to typing on your laptop. 

“I’m waiting for the moment he does more than staring.” You continue focusing on your work. 

“Well, that’s really up to you.” The red-haired comments. “You could have him in the palm of your hand if you wanted to.” 

“Don’t I, already?” You retort, glancing at her. 

“I just would prefer it if he made the first move. All these starings and giggling and awkward bumping into each other.” You sigh deeply shaking your head. “He is not going to last for long I know it.” 

“Well, Tony’s having a charity party next Saturday. Maybe…” Natasha says before jumping off the counter and moving across the floor. “Just…maybe…” 

It has been two months since you started working at the avengers' tower under the command of agents Maria Hill and Steve Rogers. Your job was to be a close secretary and first assistant to all matters on hand so you were close by to the Avengers all the time. 

Yet it hasn’t been that long since Bruce has been back in the USA and living in the tower. But the spark and the chemistry were there from the very start. You saw him as he messily gulped on his coffee in the mornings when you walked by and how he always seem to get blushy and frustrated around you. The truth is you loved that type, the awkward smart guy thingy and you couldn’t wait till the moment he asked you out. 

Until then…

The next several days passed relatively easily with no world threats happening and the occasional familiar friendly conversations between you and Bruce. He was smart and charming, in a completely old-fashioned way, sweet and well-spoken, and with the warmest laugh, you had ever heard. Each time you felt your heart vibrate along with it. 

There wasn’t anyone working in the tower left who didn’t know that Bruce had developed a romantic crush on you. It was obvious by the way he coughed every time you offered him tea in the afternoon. It was way too evident and the teasings and pushings from both Tony and Clint hadn’t seemed to bring anything to fruition yet. But tonight they shared a plan. They would make sure that Bruce gets drunk enough to ease himself and finally let loose. 

Once the party started assembling, their goal was to keep Bruce by the bar until they were sure enough he was loose enough. Natasha was in the plan, of course, she was to make sure you would show up. And you would. You had already purchased a new pink shiny dress worn along with matching medium-heeled booties. Parties in your opinion were always fun as long there was good food and good accommodations. Since starting the new job you had already attended 3 of those and each time was better than the last. 

Taking a long last look in the mirror before leaving your room at the tower, you click on your heels and take the elevator down. There you find Steve and Sam, talking to each other about what seems to be sports, and continue on your merry way to the main event. You looked beautiful, shining through each glass window and the image made you smile to yourself. A woman’s confidence in herself is one of the most important things. 

That’s when Bruce noticed as he was coming down the stairs, he saw you laugh at yourself and it flattered his heart and more than that. Stuck in a daydream looking at you walking across the room till you reached Natasha, he accidentally misses the last step of the stairs and almost loses his balance. Thankfully there is Clint to save him and encourage him to go to the bar with him. 

About an hour passes before he sees you again, this time Clint had made sure that at least three shots of tequila had gone through him followed by two long island cocktails. Clint was anything if not completely efficient in his plan. And his plan had only gotten started…

“Y/N!” You hear the frantic voice of Clint with his arm around Bruce’s shoulders holding him up. 

“Poor fella got too drunk…need help to get him to his room.” You jump to your feet from your position on the couch next to Maria. Momentarily you can hear Maria giggle and scoff at the same time. Frantic you wrap your arm around Bruce’s back and begin to walk him with Clint back to his room. When you reach the elevator Clint leaves you alone shrugging his shoulders and announcing his work is done. You roll your eyes as a mumbling Bruce seems to become chatty repeating your name. 

“Y/N…Is...this you?” Momentarily you begin to wonder if Clint momentarily drugged him.

“Yes, I got you, you drank too much and I’m moving you to your room, we are right outside.” Carrying Bruce wasn’t difficult, he held easily on to you and followed your steps, the only thing missing was his glasses which were in his pocket. Looks like Clint had thought of everything. You push the door handle open with your free hand and he quickly moves to fall on top of the bed taking you with him. 

“Oh, shit, sorry.” You apologize as your whole side lands on him but he only wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. For a moment you could feel a familiar kind of heat building up inside. You stare deeply inside his brown eyes, feeling his breath on you as he is observing closely. 

As if he is searching for the right words to say. 

“I like you.” He whispers in his deep clear voice. 

“I like you a lot.” He nods his head and shallows a dry lump in his throat. The alcohol smelled heavy on him yet it only made him more appealing. 

Heartwarmingly, you grin widely at him and let out a soft chuckle. “I know.” You nod your head slowly. “I have noticed.” His grip on you gets tighter as he begins to softly runs his fingers on your back. 

“I like you too.” You match his level of whispering in his voice, an overwhelming emotion taking over your mind. 

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He blurts out, exhaling through his nose, and you could swear his eyes grew darker. For once you feel frozen, you want him so bad to take control and do whatever he wants to you, the way he is looking at you, the way his body feels against yours, and the pure lust you can hear in his voice are driving you crazy. 

 "I really really like you…" Bruce continues to muse. As if he is lost in a trance as if his deepest fantasy has come to life. 

"I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to feel you" His nose brushes yours, and in a voice lowers than a grown he whispers once more. "I want you so bad…"

“Then have me.” You blurt out finally, and less than a second later his lips are crushing yours so needily and passionately that leaves your legs wobbly. His hands are holding your waist frim against his touch as he is devouring your lips like he has tasted the sweetest nectar. His lips feel velvety and soft and you are moving your hands to wrap around the back of his head pulling him closer to you. Any distance feels too much right now. 

Hands begin to roam touching and feeling anything they can grope on and Bruce never leaves your lips for more than a second. He climbs on top of you, ready to take control, rolling you and pinning you against the mattress. He begins to leave wet needy kisses on your neck and your collarbones, and your hands get lost inside his fluffy curly hair while he is sucking and biting on your naked skin, drunk and in lust. 

“Fuck!” You moan out as he begins to explore your breasts, his hands going to push your dress down setting them free for him to use. He is leaving kisses anywhere he can find, the way you grip his hair is driving him feral and he needs to feel you, feel every part of you right now. His hands move to fumble with your dress and you help him get it off you, leaving in you just a small pair of lacy underwear. The pure image of this could get him wild. He is shaking his head slowly looking at your body frame and you can see a little bit of drool forming at the curls of his lips. 

Then like a predator right above to devour his prey he dives inside your chest once more and that’s when he starts to absolute feast on your breasts. Using the palms of his hands to squeeze them and touch them darting his tongue out to feel your nipples with the flat of his tongue and always looking up at you. The pleasure is getting too much for you, you are getting wetter and wetter and you feel yourself squirm underneath him. 

It drove you insane how he was still so dressed and you were as good as naked, and you begin to tug at his waistband trying to find the buttons of his shirt. But with just one loud pop he lets off your breast and quickly rips off your shirt throwing it on the floor before going right back at what he was doing before. That was enough to drive you wild and you begin to moan loudly, wrapping your legs against his back. 

“Look who’s all needy now…” He chuckles after leaving a soft suckle on the side of your breast. 

“You wanna feel me, sweetheart?” You nod frantically drawing your eyebrows together. You needed him to have his way with you desperately. Fuck you, stretch you open, anything at all. You were all his. Bruce only chuckles as he positions himself to unbuckle his pants and push them down. Your eyes fixated on his boxers and you wondered just how big he was. 

“Already greedy?” He cocks his eyebrow so authoritative that it makes you squirm and whine, squirming your body underneath him. He chuckles as he takes your hand and places it on top of his clothed crotch, moving your hand slowly up and down his length. He feels big and girthy under your touch and you can’t wait to have him. 

“Please! Please, Bruce.” You plead at him and Bruce only coos at you before moving your hand to push his boxers down and free himself. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of and you licked your lips together looking at him. Bruce uses his hand to stroke himself a couple of times and you can only shake your head looking at him mesmerized. 

“Are you sure?” He asks once more for your consent and you frantically nod your head. “I’m gonna need your words, baby.” 

“Yes.” You breathe out. “Please give it to me.” 

Bruce is biting his bottom lip as he hovers above you to reach for the bedside table and fumble with the drawers till he pulled out a pack of condoms. So he was prepared. You stare at him taking on his muscular masculine form and the way his bicep was shining in the night light. He rips the packet open and goes to put on the condom with a grunt. His own erection seemed to be getting too much for him. You both knew that the first time wouldn’t last long anyway but thankfully he had a large pack right there. 

He positions himself back above you spreading your legs and he carefully pushes your soaked panties to the side taking in the sight of your pussy. 

“Prettiest I have even seen.” He praises you watching as your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing for him. 

“Gotta treat her well, she has been so patient..” He chuckles before placing his dexter finger above your pussy lips stroking it gently up and down, causing you to moan out his name. The next moment Bruce is offering you his finger. 

“Taste how good you are.” He commands and you obediently do so locking his finger between your lips. Bruce realizes immediately as he watches you suck on his finger greedily. With a curse he lines himself to your entrance with his free hand and then pushes the tip of his cock inside you slowly, making your mouth fall open, and setting his finger free. He gives you time to adjust as the warmth of your pussy engulfs him and he stays like this until you begin to beg him to continue. 

“So eager…” he scoffs and pushes his thumb back inside your mouth. You obediently look at him with doe eyes while you try to move your hips against his. Slowly he begins to slip more inside you, pushing what feels inch by inch until he is fully inside you and then he softly begins to move his hips a little bit faster than before. 

The sheer sensation of the way his cock is stretching your pussy leaves you a moaning mess and Bruce seems to really know how to work his hips. He begins to thrust deep inside you, moving his cock inside while his hands are wrapped around your face staring right into your eyes, his fingers inside your mouth while saliva is falling off the sides of your face, each of his thrusts moving you both along with him. 

It feels amazing, better than you could ever have imagined. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for this man, there is no position you didn’t want him to take you in. 

“I’m not gonna last long.” He warns you shaking his head slightly. You knew that you didn’t mind that, you knew more will be coming, so you just nod your head as best as your can, unable to speak. And then is as if all hell breaks loose and Bruce begins to move his hips wildly against your frame drilling your body into the mattress feeling himself spill inside his condom. Feeling that warmth triggers your own orgasm and it hits you in waves of pleasure, groaning and arching your back until you were trying hard to escape from his tight grip but Bruce only held you tighter. 

“You are not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “I got more plans for you.” His voice causes shivers down your spine and you only sit obediently relaxing your well-pleasured body just for him. 

“You’ve been so patient, I just wanna treat you well…” He muses, and you note how relaxed the alcohol was made him. Who would have thought? Bruce slips out of you making you whine at the sudden loss. You watch him carefully as he discards the condom and not wasting one moment picks a new one. Your pussy is clenching while watching him place it on his cock. 

Then he is coming back to you and resumes his position entering you once again. “Be good for me, alright?” he coos while he slowly moves his hips, his lips beginning to explore your neck once again. Yes, you would be good for him, you wanted him, you have been craving him, fantasizing about him. For a moment you get lost in your thoughts wondering if Bruce wanked in this bed thinking about your pussy.

The daydream is broken by his hand holding up your chin as he begins to thrust in you deeply. “You’re so tight.” He scrunches up his face. “Been waiting to get fucked properly, huh?” He chuckles setting another fast brutal round of constant thrusts. The room is filled with the sound of skin on wet skin, thankfully the rooms are soundproof and no one would come looking for either of you.

It feels good, it feels right to have him there, inside you holding you up, looking at your face the way he is looking at you right now. You feel yourself getting weaker for him, your pussy clenching his cock. Then you watch him as he grins widely, eyelids heavy letting go of your chin and tracing his finger down your stern to your pussy, pushing it inside, he easily finds your clit and begins to rub it with his thumb. 

“I wanna see you.” He nods his head. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” His softness and the way he is talking to you have you falling into a magical trance. You need to do exactly as he is, wouldn’t want anything else. You let go, feeling the coil inside you tighten and then you feel like you can explode. Your orgasm comes hard and strong vibrating your whole body, shaking your body underneath him. You try to push him out but Bruce stays firm, watching your juices fall.

And all he does is look at you, admiring you. Like you were his favorite masterpiece. 

“Thank you.” He smiles at you and you shake your head. “You..” you begin to whisper but is still hard for you to breathe and speak. 

Bruce doesn’t talk, instead, he only slips out from you, positioning himself on the bed. He once again discards the condom, throwing it on the floor, and spits on his hand, spreading it on his length and stroking himself a couple of times. You place your hands under your breasts and hold them up for him darting out your tongue for him and wiggling your body. 

Bruce curses then, the first time you’d ever hear him do so, and then thick white cum is spreading on your breasts forming a line up to your chin. He grunts watching his cock getting softer. With the tip of your tongue and your fingers, you are gathering his cum and letting yourself have a taste moaning. Bruce falls on the bed next to you and he grabs your chin kissing you with extreme passion. You know he can taste himself like this, you love the fact that he doesn’t seem to care. 

Exhausted you wrap your body close to his and shut your eyes. You had been fed and loved and cherished, you were ready to rest. 

Several hours pass and the morning finds you both wrapped in one another, naked and with no blankets in sight. You feel cold but Bruce seems to run hot, you roll your body closer to him, feeling more and more alert. 

“Good morning.” You whisper as you watch him blink slowly, facing the front of him, your legs and body wrapped around his torso. You watch him as his eyes widen, panic kicking in. He has no recollection of what had happened. 

“Y/N?” He draws his eyebrows together looking at you confused, and then he glances down looking at your naked wrapped bodies and begins to move fast, trying to find some kind of clothes with his hands but all he can pick is your dress from last night. 

“What happened? Did I?” You nod your head and place your hands on his face trying to calm him down. 

“We did.” You whisper slowly. “We made love, confessed our love.” Bruce’s eyes widen again and his mouth hangs open, relief written on his face. 

“We did?”

You nod your head again and smile.  “And it was perfect.” 

“It was?”

“Hmm.” 

“Are you sure it wasn’t?”

“Bad? No, it was perfect, Bruce trust me, you are quite good at it.”

Bruce’s face blushes all the way up, glowing bright red. The thought of this man being embarrassed about his sex makes you laugh and you shook your head. “I can still feel you inside me. Actually.”

Bruce takes a moment to stare at you completely bewildered at your statement and then wraps his hands on your face pulling you in for a hasty kiss. He needed to make sure all of this was real and actually happening. He needed to make sure, no more daydreams. 

“I love you.” He blurts out. And his breath is short, still drunk on your love. 

“I love you too.” You confess and smile softly rubbing the thumbs of your hands on his beard.

“We should go out on a date.”

“Yes, we should.”

“Central Park, 1 pm?”

“I’m available.” You chuckle and let out a small laugh.

“What can we do till then?”

“I got an idea.”

“Really? I got several to match.”

You giggle once again and let him roll you on the bed, arms on each side of your face kissing you and kissing you again. 

Amazing what can happen when a whole group of people works together…

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arosetintedem said:

I NEED HELP! I'm looking for a fic and you guys are the best at finding them. So it is a fic where bucky is like put in stark tower i think post -tws. at one point he is in the shower and JARVIS refuses to make the temp too high. He also comunicates that hydra is in SHIELD by using morse code! If you know it lmk!

Anon 1 said:

hi! I’m looking for a fic where Steve is Becca’s roommate and is Bucky’s sex friend, it’s ABO, and Steve is bottom and they go to a link party, Bucky calls Steve kitten and then Steve gets pregnant and beg Bucky to call their kid James ? Steve is diabetic and Bucky is really protective of him because of that. I really can’t find it anymore it’s annoying, thank you c:

Anon 2 said:

Hi, I for the life of me can not remember the name of a fic. It is super similar to Yours to Keep by nonsensicalbelle. The team is captured somewhere and separated from Steve and forced to watch as Steve reveals fears/secrets something along that line until he is then forced to admit he is in love with Bucky. Hopefully this ask is coherent enough. Thanks for any help in advance.

Anon sent in Always Afraid, Always Ashamed* by CaptainDean13 (complete | 11,052 | E) *graphic violence

Anon 3 said:

Hi I'm looking for a fic where Natasha and Tony are listening to a phone conv between Steve and Bucky flirting, then it becomes sexual and Bucky reveals he knew they were listening all along? Also Tony was surprised that steve got into it so easily and I think nat was kinda turned on? Thanks so much!

gayghostkid said:

hey!! i’m looking for a post-WS recovery fic. steve brings bucky in w/ the help of sam and nat. they end up in a safe house of sorts. details i remember: sam hoses bucky down to get him clean. steve and sam are shocked that he actually liked the feeling, describing how blissful he looks. i remember the end few chapters has the quartet living in a firehouse in texas, or another southern state. the chapter titles were similar to maslow’s hierarchy of needs : shelter, food, water, etc. merci!!

shadowobsidian said:

Hello! I'm looking for a fic that I read forever and a half ago. It's a post -winter soldier Stucky story with Bucky coming back to the tower, but still PTSD-y, and unable to really eat because he keeps throwing up and Bruce keeps trying to make him nutrition shakes and smoothies but they don't really help, and then they realize that it's all the chemicals in processed food so the whole tower goes organic and Tony buys a farm. Please help me!

Anon and drjezdzany sent in Thawed Out* by auburnnothenna (auburn), eretria (complete | 159,341 | E) *chose not to warn

Anon 4 said:

I'm looking for this fic where skinny Steve somehow ended up with the winter soldier and post serum Steve is with 1930s Bucky I think time traveling was involved? They were gonna go back to their correct timeline but feelings got involved so they stayed in the wrong time this is badly explained sorry

Anon 5 said:

You know the fic where is centered around the barnes family rebecca was a lesbian and married a gay guy to cover it up Bucky got into college but dropped out because Steve got sick

Anon sent in The History of a Family by boombangbing (complete | 225,954 | M)

slutforchrisevans said:

Hi! I’ve been trying to find this fic for the longest time and I can’t. I don’t remember much of it but it’s pre-serum Steve and before the war. Bucky comes home and he’s super horny because he took some medicine that’s supposed to give you energy i think? Steve is reluctant to do stuff though because bucky isn’t really in the right mind, but he’s not drunk it’s just the medicine. Sorry that was so vague but it’s literally all I remember :((

Anon sent in Up All Night by triedunture (oneshot | 3,598 | M)

idk-idc-idk said:

Hi! I’m looking for a modern AU I read. Steve is still captain america, and (I can’t remember if it’s hydra or shield) heavily controls his life. Bucky is secretly a modern winter soldier, and is sent to do surveillance on Steve. They meet at a boring gala, and Bucky decides to seduce Steve to get an upper hand. Bucky sees how much Steve’s life is controlled and it’s like Steve isn’t even his own person, like they want to bore him into obeying them. Steve switches sides but they come after him

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Anon 6 said:

Hello! I'm looking for a fic that featured Steve adjusting to the modern world's ideas about gender and sexuality, and him basically rejecting those ideas to be what people today would call genderqueer. I basically remember him wearing skirts and makeup, and it seemed to be heavily influenced by Gay New York by Chauncey.

Anon 7 said:

Hi!! There's this one fic where Bucky's this big mobster guy and Steve's in a gang and is always watching Bucky at this club. They meet up at this hotel and it has like a dom!bucky but top!steve. Thank you!

Anon 8 said:

Hi do you know of a fic where Natasha hires Steve to be an escort for Bucky at his family Christmas get together? I remember Nat was Bucky’s ex and Bucky’s cousin/relative was really homophobic. There was also a scene where Steve was shooting at beer cans and the cousin was impressed. Bucky and Steve ended up getting engaged like a year after. Thanks :)

Anon 9 said:

I read something a while back that I can’t find for the LIFE of me and I was wondering if you could help. Steve gets the serum and it shoots his libido through the roof and it he’s really out of hand and he needs shots and stuff to make his erection go away and bucky is a good friend and helps him out (I think, honestly I can’t remember a lot of details, it’s been a minute since I’ve read it) if you’d help I’d really appreciate it! Thank you!! Have a great day :)

Anon sent in you know I’d quench that thirst* by napricot (complete | 38,027 | E) */others

emilyshay said:

hi hi! i'm looking for a fic that i've read and i CANNOT put my finger on what it is. It has all these elements: - fury wants steve to pick some kind of companion, maybe a submissive of some sort, because he's been going rogue on missions and steve picks bucky out of a lineup because he looks "the worst" and would piss fury off - bucky is really down in he dumps and all he has to his name is his electric can opener  - bucky goes to some sort of intake interview thing, and he steals a lot of food from a buffet until someoen pities him and gives him a bag of food to take home - bucky is in steve's quarters right when he starts "working for" him and cooking for him and stuff, and steve completely ignores him and rejects him and bucky is really upset about it event hough he didn't want to be there - the payment for "working for" steve is getting a full ride to college and also a ton of cash. thank you!!!!

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Bratty b****

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dom!Peter, Smut.

The request:

Hi love your writing and have never made a request but here goes. Tony’s daughter is going through a rebellious phase, going out to parties and getting to the Tower at all hours of the night. Punishments don’t seem to be getting through to her at all and everyone’s at their wits end. Insert dom!Peter finding her at a party and bringing her back home to lay down the law if you know what i mean…

Also, for all of you the anons that wanted new Dom!Peter and SSC talks.

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“Are you out of your fucking mind, Parker? Put me the fuck down right NOW!”

Peter complied, letting go of you so suddenly you ended in a heap on the floor. The indignant look you threw his way reminded him of an angry kitten, and he had to suppress a smile. Even drunk and disheveled you were god damn adorable. And that was part of the problem: you had everyone wrapped around your finger, and were perfectly aware of it. 

No wonder you weren’t afraid of any punishment, none of them ever stuck long enough for you to regret your actions, consequences always swept under the rug before they could sully you or your reputation. Even the press, so merciless with lower socialites, was so happy to have the Stark heiress back, that every new misadventure was portrayed in an indulgent light, words like “enfant terrible”, “little hellion” or “New York’s favorite troublemaker” decorating headlines everywhere he turned.

But that ended tonight. 

He watched you stand up, fixing your way-too-short-dress so it would cover the top of your thighs, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. 

“Where are we?”

“My apartment” Peter replied, simply. You knew the penthouse was just on the next floor, but there, in that darkened kitchen alone with him, it seemed incredibly far. You hadn’t been alone with him since Titan, and you didn’t quite know how to deal with this Peter, so different from the awkward, wide eyed boy who used to trail behind you like a puppy. This grown up, confident Peter that was older than you, that had been an Avenger for six years, intimidating enough to clear a party all by himself, without needing his Spider-man persona.

But then again, you didn’t know how to deal with much of anything these days. Going to sleep in 2018 and waking up in 2023 would do that to you. 

“Why did you bring me to your apartment?” Your voice came out a little unsteady, as you tried to get a grip on your heart, beating wildly inside your chest, tried to squash that little sliver of hope down before it managed to cut you and bleed you dry. Because you knew what you wanted from Peter was something you could never have. And it wasn’t just cause of that awesome girlfriend of his. 

He leaned casually on the kitchen island, arms crossed in front of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice how solid and powerful they looked clad in black leather.

“To have a little talk” he met your eyes, concern clear in his, “about your behavior…”

Your stomach drop with the weight of a thousand dead butterflies. Of course. This was an intervention. He was being big brother Peter, that was how he saw you, a little sister, just like Morgan, another Starkling for him to guide, to nurture and protect.

And maybe your own little sister preferred his bedtime stories over yours. Maybe your own father called him son, and your -technically step- mother sent him to chaperone you whenever you went out to party, but he was never ever going to be your brother. 

“And exactly who do you think you are to have a talk with me?” You sneered, voice like sugar venom, sweet and cruel. Lethal. “You are no one, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my friend, and I know you like to pretend you’re a Stark, but you are not my brother. You are nothing.”

You watched the air get knocked out of his lungs, as if your words had physically hit him as they hit their mark. Satisfied with the stunned, devastated look on his face, you turned to leave. But only made it a couple of steps before feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist in a vice like grip, spinning you around and pulling you to him.

You stumbled, falling against his chest, and he kept you there, arm snaking around your back, pressing you close. Dangerously close. 

“And you” he whispered, nose pressed against your cheek, breath hot against your face. You realized you weren’t the only one that had been drinking. “are a bratty little bitch. You think I wanna be any of those things? That I’d be satisfied with any of those things?“ 

His fingers dug deeper into your skin, and you cried out, finally reacting.

"Parker, let me go, your hurting me!” You struggled in his grasp, but he was way too strong. 

“You mean more than you’ve been hurting yourself? Hanging out with those losers” He spat, shaking you a little, “Day drinking? Sneaking out every night? Have you any idea how worried Pepper was when she called?" 

"Peter, you’re scaring me!”

“Good!” He replied, shaking you harder, “It’s about fucking time you learn that your actions have consequences" 

He manhandled you until you were trapped between him and the kitchen island. A firm push against the square of your shoulders had you bent over it, face against the cold marble, as he took both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them against your back, his other hand traveling under your dress. He kicked your legs open, placing a knee between yours so you couldn’t close them back up.

"What the fuck are you doing you sick fuck?!”

“I’m thinking eighteen slaps” He commented casually, ignoring your insult, “one for every night you sneaked out this month, and you are going to count them”

You renovated your struggle as he pushed your dress up, exposing your ass, but he leaned over your back, trapping you under his weight. 

“Wanna know who I am, little girl?” He breathed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine “I’m your master.”

SLAP.

You cried out. There was strength behind the hit, the sting lasting long after his hand was gone.

“One” he said and you remembered his words, he wanted you to count the slaps, but your brain was in shambles 

SLAP.

“One” He repeated, “You better start counting or they’ll be a lot more than eighteen…”

SMACK.

“One…”

“FINE!” You yelled, finally finding your voice, “Fine, I’ll count them you sick bastard! That’s three!”

“I should make them twenty just for that" 

"Fuck you!”

SLAP.

The sound that left your throat when his open palm struck just between your legs was not one of pain. You cursed under your breath, there was no way he could have missed that moan.

“What was that, princess?”

“F-four”

He chuckled, and you felt him get off of you. But with your wrists still in his grasp, there wasn’t much you could do, he had super strength after all. You were quite literally at his mercy. 

The thought should not have been so hot.

“I was actually talking about this” He traced his fingertips over your lace covered slit, tearing another moan from your lips. “Such a pretty sound” He hummed, approvingly, “I want more…”

He used his thumb to tug your underwear to the side, dipping one long, talented finger into you. It slid inside easily, so easily… it was embarrassing how wet, how ready for it you were. Peter wanted nothing more than to sink himself in your cunt, to get lost into your tight, pink, velvety soft insides. But where was the lesson in that? What kind of message would he be sending you if he too failed to deliver the promised punishment? Fourteen slaps, that was all. Fourteen more hits and then he could have you. This was for your own good.

He took his finger out. 

SMACK.

“Fi-ve” You whimpered. That one had really hurt. His hand came down against your other cheek just as hard. 

“Six”

Another one, and his finger was back inside your pussy, this time with a companion, pumping in and out, making it difficult to speak, but you managed to stutter a breathy “Seven”

It wasn’t until the next slap hit the soft flesh where your your thigh met the curve of your ass with his fingers still thrusting into you that you realized he had released your hands. But by then you were a moaning, wanting mess on the counter, a willing accomplice more than a prisoner, dutifully keeping count,

“Eight”

Slaps nine and ten came with him three fingers deep in your heat, pinky sloppily rubbing circles on your clit. You were close, just one more thrust, one more slap, one more dirty word in your ear and you would be coming. How stupid of you to believe he was actually going to let you.

“Noooo” You couldn’t help the pathetic whine that left your mouth when his fingers left you, your walls clenching pitifully around nothing. Your own hand went for your mound, desperate for release, but he caught it, pinning it to your back again. 

“I don’t think so, little girl,” He chastised you, “your punishment isn’t over yet…”

You had eight more slaps left. You could do it, you could take it.

…Couldn’t you?

He let go of your wrist and you felt him shift behind you. A moment passed, then another one. You had started to turn to see where he had gone when you felt it: the soft caress of cold lips against your burning backside. 

“Is this better, baby girl?” He inquired, placing glacial kisses and licks on the reddened, sore skin. “You like this?”

“Yes…" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes… sir?”

SLAP.

“Eleven. Yes, dom?”

SLAP.

“YES, DADDY!”

Peter froze. He was actually going for ‘master’. Mister Stark, Tony, he was your father. But more than that, you were his daughter, his precious baby. Asking to be called that while he fucked you would the lowest betrayal, Peter knew that. It would be defiling that title forever, making you think of Peter and the filthy things he did to you whenever you called your dad by it. It was wrong. It was perverted. 

And Peter wanted it. 

More than food, more than water, more than oxygen, he wanted it, he wanted you for himself, with a hunger, with a greed that scared even him. He. Wanted. You.

And he was going to have you. He licked a long stripe up your pussy. Cold, so cold it made you shiver. 

“Say it again, baby girl" 

"Daddy”

“Again” his order was muffled, face buried against your cunt, devouring you. 

“Daddy!" 

SLAP.

He placed another ice cube on his mouth, only to push it into your cunt making you scream, tongue fucking you with superhuman skill. The contrasting temperatures of the ice and his mouth against your molten insides were too much. You were sobbing, shameless and desperate, bucking your hips back against his face, the familiar tension building up, and up. Your toes already starting to curl… and then he was gone. 

"Yellow!” You cried. Peter was on you in an instant, turning you around and helping you stand, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Baby, are you ok? What is it?” His voice was worried, breaking character. 

“O-orgasm denial” You gasped, “wasn’t part of the deal…" 

"Shit! You’re right, I’m sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!”

Peter looked about ready to cry, so you hurried to reassure him,

“Pete, it’s ok, I’m not safewording…yet" 

He nodded his understanding, but still looked uncertain. You kissed him, sweet and soothing, but soon that absurdly talented tongue of his slipped inside your mouth, deepening the kiss, turning it into something heady, slow and dirty. You melted into it. 

A ripping sound resonated in the quiet kitchen, and you felt your dress fell off your body. Stunned, you broke the kiss, to look at the remains of your favorite garment now lying lifeless on the dark mahogany floor, and then at the smug, smirking face of your boyfriend. 

"It was in my way”

And just like that, he was all dom again, towering over you, still fully dressed while you stood, vulnerable, in just your hills and a, ruined, lacy tong, made almost completely sheer by your juices, glistening between your legs. 

He let one of his fingers dip under the lace.

“Wanna come, little girl?”

“Yes” You breathed out.

He hummed, fingertip finding your clit,

“And if I let you come,” He started the delicious, quick circular motions that he knew drove you insane, “will you be a good girl? Do as you’re told?”

You considered lying to please him, pretending to be the perfect little sub for him, but that wasn’t really you, was it? You looked him dead in the eyes, and opened your mouth.

“No”

Something snapped behind his eyes, and he growled, deep in his chest, fisting your hair, forcing your head back, bending you over backwards on the kitchen island, as his other hand made quick work of his zipper and belt.

��This what you wanted, little girl?” He entered you, hard and fast and deep, tearing a scream out of your throat, railing you into the marble, “Daddy fucking your pussy like this?”

“Yes!”

“You like taking it like this? Pretty little pussy stretched around daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!! Yes daddy, just like this!" 

He was fucking into you with such force that you slid over the cold marble with each thrust of his hips, but there was nothing for you to brace yourself on. He grabbed your thighs, hooking your knees over his elbows to keep you in place and open you wider for him, going deeper, owning places inside your pussy you didn’t know existed. The edge of the counter was biting into his thighs but he couldn’t care, not with your walls spasming around his cock, squeezing him so good that his eyes rolled back inside his skull. You were crying, little whimpers of ‘Daddy, daddy!’ and it was so blasphemous, so unholy, it made Peter’s blood boil with it, lighting running through his veins, pleasure exploding in every single nerve ending of his body, cause you were his, his and no one else’s, his claim overriding every previous one made on you. It was too much, he exploded inside you, filling you up until you were overflowing with it, the pearlescent liquid dripping down his thigh. 

And he still couldn’t stop. Like a man possessed, he kept going. And you kept on taking it. 

…

"Are you ok?”

“I should be the one asking that…”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, staring back at you with genuine concern. Sometime during your fucking, you had managed to disvest him of his clothes and now he was as naked as you, lying on the massive couch, sated and spent, with you tucked on his chest.

“Pete, this whole thing was my idea” You reminded him, gesturing vaguely around you. The whole apartment was a mess: paintings fallen from the walls, torn clothes littering the hardwood floor, a broken coffee table… but the kitchen had taken the most damage, where Peter had managed to crack the marble on the kitchen island, and thrown away glasses and even a couple appliances in his haste for getting you on it. There even was a puddle of cold water, from where he had knocked over the glass of ice cubes he had used to tease you.

He frowned, 

“I seem to recall it was mine…”

“You said you wanted to take control” You placed a soothing kiss right above his heart, to let him know everything was alright, “I was the one who wanted the spanking. And the roleplaying. And the hair pulling…”

Peter’s smile grew bigger and bigger with every item you named. He loved it, loved that you trusted him enough to ask exactly what you wanted, loved feeling so comfortable with you as to explore everything he had been too scared to do before. He loved that with you, he was free, there was no fear of judgment, he could let go, cause he knew you wouldn’t let him fall. He loved you. 

And it was so natural, so easy as your conversations were, even before the blip, when you were four years older than him, so beautiful and unreacheable. As stealing a kiss that first night had been. He would have never thought something good could come out of Thanos, of the blip, of losing his arm and almost losing his life. But you had come visit him on his hospital bed right after the surgery, eyes full of tears and he had made a joke about every great Jedi losing his arm, and you had laughed. 

And then you had sobered up, an impossible emotion behind your eyes. Impossible, because he had only ever seen it directed at him in his wildest dreams.

“Ani, you’ve changed so much!” You had quoted.

“You haven’t changed a bit” he had replied without skipping a beat, “You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams”

And then he was kissing you, just like he was kissing you now, good hand on your cheek, biorobotic one slowly raising to tangle in your hair. 

“The ice play was my idea” He commented, breaking the kiss. You threw your head back, laughing.

“And a very good one at that” You approved.

“The daddy kink was a surprise…”

Your laugh died. Suddenly embarrassed, you hid your face on his chest.

“You know I’m not-… that I don’t really want to… sleep with my dad, right?”

Even with his super hearing, it was difficult to decipher your mumbling.

“What? No- I mean yes!” He stammered, “Of course I know that, babe! And you know I don’t want to… like… be him or anything…" 

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes.

"But it was kinda hot”

“Babe, it was all manners of hot” Peter confirmed, making you smile. 

“You still owe me five slaps, tho”

He groaned,

“I do, I totally forgot! God, I’m such a bad dom!”

“Of course not! You’re the hottest dom I’ve ever seen!" 

Peter snorted,

"I’m the only dom you’ve ever seen…”

“I saw Fifty Shades of Grey once…” You argued, making him laugh harder.

“Ok, ok, you win, even I am a better dom than that" 

"The edging…”

“Yeah, sorry 'bout that…”

“No no, I was actually thinking…” You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze. Peter was trying to appear nonchalant, but you could see the glimmer of lust in his eyes, evidently it was a serious turn on for him. “We could explore it more next time…”

His face lit up,

“Really? Thank you babe!” He caught your mouth in a heated, earnest kiss, “You won’t regret it, I’ll make so good for you…” he promised against your lips, making you moan in anticipation.

“Maybe I’ll even spare you those slaps I owe you…”

Peter didn’t miss the way your kiss falter at that, or the spark of defiance in your mischievous eyes.

“Maybe” You replied, noncommittal, releasing his lips to nibble at his jaw. He could practically see the wheels already turning in your head, planning ways to test his patience, pushing the limits just enough to guarantee a reaction, to earn yourself a new punishment. You were such a brat. 

His spoiled, gorgeous brat. 

[idyllicstarker]

Fic prompt: Tony acts all high and mighty until he makes Peter mad and it makes him drop to his knees and go into sub space

Thank you for the ask anon!

I struggled a little, I won’t lie to you. One, I’ve never really tried to write sub space before, two I’m still getting used to bottom!tony. So those two togther meant I was really pushing my ideas.

I don’t think you particularly wanted an established relationship, but I wasn’t confident enough to write anything too long. Hence why there isn’t much progression and it’s quiet short.

I’m not happy with this and I’ll openly admit it. But since I didn’t know who to contact to apolgise formally, I tried my best to at least write you something.

I’m really sorry.

Warnings: Sub!Tony, Dom!Peter, implicit toxicity in a relationship, sexual themes

Tony knew he was annoying.

It wasn’t exactly something he tried to hide. It wasn’t an opinion that people may hold. It was just a simple fact. Even Tony admitted wholeheartedly that he could be a real arrogant bastard when he set his mind to it.

He knew exactly how to pick at people until they were dying to get away from him. It was a trait he’d picked up from Howard. The only difference was, Tony used it for a laugh. A false persona of his superiority. But unlike Howard, Tony didn’t like to be on top all the time.

Metaphorically and figuratively I guess.

But for the past few weeks, Tony seemed to have forgotten his place. He’d been a little shit to everyone- acting as if he was so much better than them. And it didn’t seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.

His self-proclaimed self-importance (and therefore self-entitlement) started one day and just never stopped. Tony had placed himself on a pedestal above the others, acting as if he’d earned some kind of superior status overnight. They weren’t sure if Tony’s true colours were showing through, or if it was some kind of sick joke, but as the fourth week approached everyone was sick and tired of the man’s behaviour.

Even Peter, who idolised the man, and loved him more than anything, was pretty much at ends with the way Tony had been treating him lately.

“So what, we just bust in there Rogers..? Die? They’ll kill us all in ten seconds dipshit”

In the meeting room, the avengers were silent. Steve stood at the head of the table, the screen behind him lit up with their mission plan. He was angry, and only getting angrier with Tony’s continuous backchat and snide remarks about everyone and everything.

With a sigh he turned to glare at the man, arms crossed over his broad chest as he shook his head, completely unamused. . “So do you have any better ideas?”, he asked.

But the question was only returned with a half-hearted shrug of shoulders. “Isn’t that your job? We both know it won’t go to plan and I’ll end up leading when we get there anyway”, Tony waved his hand passively, slouched back in his chair.

“Tony”, Peter quipped gently, remaining soft as usual, never usually getting mad at Tony no matter what he did. But he could sense the anger radiating of Steve, and he wanted to avoid a fight between the two. He’d deal with Tony’s attitude later.

Sitting up in a manner in which can only be described as an excitable meerkat, he raised his hand for permission to contribute.

“Why don’t some of us try going in from the back, and the others distracting them, that way-”

“Peter, shush, we’re talking”, Tony cut him off, finally looking up from the stark pad in his hands with an uninterested gaze.

Peter went silent, his excited posture slipping away as he looked over at Tony, seemingly quite hurt. “Why are you being like this Tones”, he spoke, his voice much quieter but it didn’t lose the softness it usually held. He wasn’t angry, just upset, at least for now.

“Sweetheart you know I love you, but you’re eighteen and have about as much skill as Barton. Why don’t you go play in the lab for a while.” Peter could deal with Tony’s sass, he could deal with his arrogance sometimes, but doubting his skill was a low blow.

To the right of him, there came an offended “hey” from Clint but Peter ignored it.

“You’re being an arse Tony”, Peter said, his eyebrows knitted with frustration as he looked over Tony’s face but there was no ounce of remorse present.

Red faced Peter huffed lightly, before abruptly standing up and grabbing onto Tony’s shoulder. It seemed Tony had forgotten that Peter’s super strength, although not used often, was as enhanced as it could be.

He roughly pulled Tony up, gripping onto the collar of his shirt. “Excuse us for a moment guys”, Peter said quietly, not giving any explanation as he dragged Tony from the room.

The man didn’t struggle, actually finding Peter’s sudden confidence quite amusing. In Tony’s mind it was like a kicked puppy growing at his owner. Adorable.

Or so he thought, at least.

~

“Where are we going?”, Tony asked with a laugh, stumbling as Peter pulled him down the hallways. He didn’t get an answer, but he realised soon enough as Peter pulled the door open to their (or rather his but Peter had claimed as his own at the beginning of their relationship) bedroom.

With a grunt, Peter pulled him inside, letting out a long breath to try and calm his anger, before slamming the door.

“I’ll ask you one more time, what’s gotten into you?”, Peter said. trying to keep his voice steady. His fingers tapped at his thigh keeping a careful gaze on Tony as the man adjusted his collar with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart”, he hummed, only to have Peter scoff.

“You’ve been nothing but downright rude to everyone Tony”, Peter whispered, the pain in his eyes clear. He was frustrated at not being able to get through to him, but also more than upset at the fact that Tony was acting like he was some child. “What you said to me, just now in the meeting, was uncalled for. If my age means I can’t even talk in meetings because I’m too young, then why are you even with me.”

It was evident that in that moment Tony’s facade dropped. He knew deep down that he was hurting the ones he loved dearly. But even himself couldn’t figure out why. He just felt compelled.. wrong, but uncontrollable.

Peter however, well Peter was pretty sure he knew.

Tony sighed, stepping forward slowly in a guilty manner. “I’m sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean it-”

Yet much like Tony had cut him off, Peter held up a hand with a glare.

“No Tony, I know you didn’t mean it. But you’re sure as hell ain’t sorry. Making a direct attack against my skills, and my age, you wouldn’t do that. You’re nice despite whatever kind of hero complex you currently have. It’s not the truth, and we both know that”, Peter said, his voice raising slightly.

By the way Tony was shifting uncomfortably at being put in his place, Peter realised he was right.

He didn’t let Tony even open his mouth, arms crossed over his chest he lifted his shoulders slightly. He was in no way taller than Tony, but it gave him a bit of height.

“That’s how I know you’re just doing this for attention”, Peter finished, his eyes bright at his newfound power between them, as he looked over Tony. The man in question looked good in surprise, a small frown on his lips.

“What…?”, he questioned quietly.

“Attention”, Peter repeated, “You’re being a brat on purpose”, he stated stubbornly, looking Tony up and down with an angry gaze.

Tony almost choked. Looking over Peter with an embarrassed gaze. “A brat, really Pete?”, he muttered quietly.

“Yes. A brat. That’s all you are. Don’t act like you haven’t been doing this so that I’d notice and out you in your place”, sensing Tony’s embarrassment, Peter sighed quietly, moving to run a hand through Tony’s hair gently. Unlike usual, in which he may press a kiss to his wrist or something like that, this time Tony nuzzled against the hand with a quiet mewl.

“Don’t think this is me letting you go away with this”, Peter said sternly after a moment, pulling his hand away. “You’ve hurt Steve, been mean to Clint, made Bucky very conscious this week, and you even pissed James off. If all you needed was for me to take charge, you didn’t need to act up to do it. And when we’re done here you’re going to apologise.”

Tony nodded lightly, refusing to look at Peter, but gasped as he felt a sharp grip grab onto his chin and force him into look into deep brown eyes. “Use your words…”. Peter growled.

Tony let out a shaky breath, his throat suddenly very dry as he swallowed before opening his mouth. “Okay”, he croaked our, but by the darkening of Peter’s eyes he tensed, not even needing Peter to say it before he continued: “Yes sir”, he finally answered. Peter raised an eyebrow - Tony coughed slightly. “Yes master”, he finally muttered.

Peter smiled, not his usual cute innocent smile, but an amused smirk. “Good boy”, he hummed, pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips gently before pulling away. “It’s not good enough tho, you’re going to have to work harder than that to gain my forgiveness!”

Practically keening at the praise, Tony dropped to his knees, head bowed, hands on his knees. “I’m sorry sir, please forgive me”, he begged quietly , chest rising and falling as he panted softly at the thrill of it all.

Peter laughed, quite enjoying the sight in front of him, titling his head slightly. “Mhm, I dunno baby, you’ve been real bad”, he teased, revelling in the sound of Tony’s whine.

“See, all you needed was for me to take care of you. Right Tony? The little brat just needed some attention from his master?”, he asked, as Tony nodded eagerly.

“Y-yes sir. I’ve been such a bad boy. Wanna make it up to you. Bad boy, I’m a bad boy. Do anything master”, he hummed, looking up at Peter, wide eyed and innocent.

“Okay baby, don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you pay for your behaviour”, he said softly, pressing a light kiss to his head, before he pulled Tony’s head to his crotch.

Instantly Tony began to mouth at Peter’s thigh, never once taking his gaze away him as he began to undo his pants.

Yeah, Peter was sure he could get used to this sometimes. Sure Tony was annoying, but if this is what he got out of it, Peter wasn’t complaining at all.

~~~

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-- about my writing --

I’m currently taking requests / asks for headcanons [ can be either NSFW or just in general or a specific idea ] or fluff/filth Alphabet letters. These are the only requests I plan on taking. If you send me prompts / one shot ideas.. I won’t do them, sorry.

To see what the questions are for the fluff / filth alphabet, see [this post]

[ To my thots anon whomst I love with every cell in my body... Your thots are all going to fall under NSFW headcanons so please.. By all means.. Feel free to send me all the thots you want because I really really really really really enjoy writing them!!! Also, you can find the thots you’ve sent me on my nsfw masterlist, they’re not going anywhere. They were so good I had to add them to a masterlist somehow, I couldn’t resist. At everyone else out there, the same applies to you guys.]

So.. Here’s the thing.. I’ve decided that I’m going to be taking 3 kinds of requests. Those are as follows: Headcanons { filthy, fluffy or themed specifically at your choosing }, fluffy alphabet and filthy alphabet letters. These are the only kinds of request I answer so don’t send me prompts / one shot requests or ideas unless I specifically say otherwise.

Bearing the above in mind, I have some guidelines.

I’m only accepting headcanons (nsfw / fluff / specific theme &/or reader), fluffy or filthy alphabet letters. If you send me one shot ideas or prompts, I’m going to delete them because I don’t do one-shots.

One character per ask. I don’t care how many asks you send. But I ask that you only send one character per ask because that makes things a lot more simple for me.

You can send up to 4 letters in each ask if you’re asking for either version of the alphabet. Be sure to let me know whether you want filth or fluff or a mix of both. IE, you could send me something like this; character name - a, b {filth} & j v {fluff}. I’m not saying your ask has to look exactly like this but it does need to clearly state which version you’re asking for. The format I just did above was just the easiest way that came to mind for me.

The more precise you are with the headcanon requests you send, the better I can tailor them to you. If you just want an overall NSFW headcanon or overall fluff, that’s totally fine. But if you want a specific scenario ( friends to lovers, date night, weddings, the sky is the limit here) you need to tell me that. The same goes for if you want a specific reader (POC, plus size, sick, shy, virgin, imprint, etc) then I need to know that. It’s like I said.. The more specifics you give me, that’s more I have to work from.

As far as headcanons go, the things I won’t write are rape, incest / huge age gaps between reader / character. I’ll only write abuse if someone is getting their just desserts at the hands of character on readers behalf. Any asks containing rape / incest / huge age gaps are going to be deleted.

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First of all... My content is meant strictly for adults. I do write some things that people underage can safely  read, but that is not always the case. I realize that I can’t stop minors from reading my work, but I can tell you outright that I’d rather you skip over it if you’re underage and it clearly states that it’s not written for anyone underage. Again.. I can’t do anything to stop minors from reading my NSFW content beyond just choosing never to post writing on the internet. And I don’t plan on stopping, so.. yeah.

I put warnings on everything. Reading those will definitely save you time and upset. If you keep reading something I’ve written and it upsets you in any way, I’m sorry but I can’t help. I warned you. You chose to take the risk -and most likely, you chose to skip the warning I gave before the post even started... It’s strictly on you now. It’s out of my hands. Any complaints or things of that nature are gonna be laughed at and deleted out of my inbox because I’m not here to argue or censor myself. I’m not your parents, just a peer. If you as a minor choose to look at me, an adult adjacent person, as an authority figure of any sort... First of all, why? Ya’ll.. no.. please don’t. I’m a hot mess, okay? To look at me like any trust worthy authority figure is... A huge error on your own part. Secondly, please don’t. I’m here to enjoy my favorite fandoms / post content for them. I’m not here to please people / censor myself and my content to make everyone else happy... Let me repeat. I put warnings on everything I post. If you keep reading and you read something you’re not supposed to this is now solely your own problem. Sorry, I guess?

I’ve seen other adults saying that they block minors on here. While I’m not gonna do that.. I will not tag minors in my NSFW content knowingly. If I find out you’re a minor and I’m posting something NSFW for a fandom you’ve asked to be tagged in, I will not be tagging you. Sorry. As much as I say I’m not here to parent you and I’m just your peer and you need to think of me like that instead, I’m also not willing to risk anything, either. I’m truly sorry in advance.

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Every now and then, I’ll tag my friends in things I write. If I tag you in something and you don’t want me to, let me know. I won’t do it anymore. I’m not here to overwhelm or annoy anyone and I don’t want to come off as pushy, either. SO.. if you’re getting tagged or whatever and you want me to stop tagging you, all you have to do is let me know.

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Content I’m not willing to write or  you probably won’t find here: Incest and Rape. Those are my hard no’s. Just the thought of writing something like that makes me feel gross. I’m also not going to be writing huge age gaps in romantic stories either. (the closest I’ll come is like.. 18/19 and up to 24...) I mean absolutely no offense against people who can and do write things like this, I just can’t? 

American Horror Story; tate langdon, ben harmon, kit walker, kyle, dandy mott, jimmy darling, james patrick march, michael langdon, xavier plympton and night stalker.

Arrowverse; oliver queen, john diggle, slade wilson/deathstsroke, barry allen, cisco ramon, ray palmer, mick rory.

Bands / Celebrities; ask before sending because I haven’t done many of these and I’m still adjusting… Off the top of my head I’ve written for / feel comfortable with Nick Groff (ghost adventures), Jon Bernthal.. There are lots of others but alas, I’d stretch this out so badly if I added too many more names.

Boondock Saints movie; Connor Macmanus Murphy Macmanus & Rocco.

Breakfast Club movie; John Bender.

Castle Rock tv series; Dennis Zalewski, The Kid.

Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Hotch, Tobias Hankel & Adam/Amanda.

Crybaby Movie; wade walker.

CSI tv series; Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Tim Speedle, Ryan Wolfe, Eric Delko, Danny Messer, Don Flack, Mack Taylor.

Dazed & Confused movie; Randal Pink Floyd, Mike Newhouse, Ron Slater, Fred O’Bannion and Kevin Pickford.

DC Cinematic; Digger Harkness.

Detroit Rock City movie; Tripp, Lex, Hawk and Jam.

Fast & The Furious series; Dom Toretto, Han.

Four Brothers movie; Angel, Jack or Bobby Mercer

Friday Night Lights tv series; Tim Riggins, ,Matt Saracen, Landry Clarke, Bobby Riggins, Vince.

General Hospital tv series; Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Johnny Zacarra, Dante Falconeri, several other of the guys on here…

Ghostbusters 80′s version movie; Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler , Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore.

Gotham tv series; Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Joker, Riddler.

Harry Potter movies; Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom.

Horror movies various; Billy Loomis/Scream, Charlie Walker/Scre4m, Wade/ House of Wax, Tom Hanninger/My Bloody Valentine + others. Trust me, there are... So many others. I just didn’t have the brain power to think of them all at the moment.

Law & Order tv series; Barba, Carisi, Stabler.

Lucifer tv series; Lucifer Morningstar.

Luke Cage; Luke Cage, Shades Alvarez.

Marvel Cinematic; Bruce Banner/hulk, Captain america/steve rogers, bucky barnes/winter soldier, eric killmonger, hawkeye/clintbarton, thor, loki, pietro maximoff, venom/eddie brock, starlord/peter quill, ironman/tony stark, wolverine.. I’m a marvel ho.

Mayans MC tv series; Angel Reyes and Ez Reyes.

NCIS tv series; Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Marty Deeks, Greg Callen.

On My Block tv series; Spooky Diaz.

Punisher tv series; Billy Russo, Frank Castle.

Riverdale tv series; Jughead Jones, FP Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea, Archie Andrews.

Shameless tv series; Lip Gallagher.

Sons of Anarchy tv series; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston.

Stranger Things tv series; Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper.

Star Wars movie series; Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn.

Supernatural tv series; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran.

Teen Wolf tv series; Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale.

The Crow movie series; Eric Draven and Jimmy Quervo/Wicked Prayer.

The Lost Boys movie series; Edgar Frog, Allen Frog, David, Michael Emmerson, Sam Emmerson.

The Outsiders book/movie; Two Bit Matthews, Dally Winston, Darry Curtis, Soda Pop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle.

The Walking Dead tv series; Daryl Dixon, Shane walsh, Rick Grimes, Negan, Glenn Rhee.

The Vampire Diaries tv series; Klaus Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore.

Twelve Rounds 3 movie; Detective John Shaw.

Twilight movies/books; Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call.

I’m gonna be honest here. I post on my own time, at my own pace. Some days I post constantly, sometimes it’s days or even weeks, and occasionally, a month before I post anything. So.. Now ya know.

If I’m not on and posting, odds are I’m busy, taking a break or whatever. But I’ll come back! I always do. 

Basically, what I’m saying here is I have no set posting schedule. At all. I post what I want when I’m in the mood to do so. Just something to keep in mind when you’re asking for headcanons / nsfw alphabet letters with characters.

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Anon 1 said:

hey!!! ok so this is SUPER vague but it was a oneshot i read back in 2016/early 2017 and it was something like the avengers travelling through steves memories or something???? I'm not sure if the memories were bucky related because i remember at the end bucky is there????? sorry for how vague this is but it might be post cacw and vision might be involved but if u can't find this no worries!!!!!

orchidsrule sent in Mindstones and Other Malfunctions* by HunterPeverell (complete | 21,025 | E) *rape/noncon, heed the tags

Anon 2 said:

hey where’s that fic where ppl dig up bucky and think he’s steve?

Anon, abarbaricyalp, dragonflybeach and gwydions sent in Seven times Steve Rogers was not what everyone expected him to be (+1 time he really, really wasn't what everyone expected him to be) by StuckySituation (complete | 3,515 | T)

buckysxmetalxarm said:

Hi, sorry, I tried looking through ao3 tags searching a/b/o, omega!steve alpha!bucky, mpreg but I don't remember enough bout the fic to find it :/ I kno it’s a/b/o & Steve‘s an Omega and he’s pregnant, (was since before the ice but didn’t know it) & the Winter Soldier is really attracted to his scent & Steve doesn't know why cause other Alphas shouldn't like the smell of pregnant Omegas that aren't theirs but like it is Bucky's so he likes it? That's all I remember? Sorry & thank you in advance!

Anon 3 said:

Hey a few years ago I read a long ass stucky fic. The author used “real” events from the mcu but added much more detail. Eg they wrote missions w the howling commando etc. back then it wasn’t completed and somehow lost is. In a chapter where Steve was on his first (?) mission (the one where he was looking for buck) and Came back with Bucky. During that time they already made some experiments w Buck and he was starting to feel weird while staying in a tent w Cap?? I was wondering if you know which one I mean and if yes is it still up?? What’s it called??

Anon 4 said:

I'm having a hard time finding this fic- I think it was a pwp where Bucky like accidentally Pavlov'd Steve into getting hard every time he put his hair up? Does anyone know what I'm talking about asdfghjkl

getstucky and Anon sent in Classical Conditioning by johnboyegabombs (oneshot | 424 | M)

Anon sent in knee jerk by mcwho (oneshot | 530 | M)

deep-dark-purple said: (sex work)

Trying to find a College/Dom!Steve/Sub!Bucky/prostitute!Bucky/John!SteveAU that Ive lost & Ive had no luck Bucky is hustling through college(TJ era)and Steve(big/older)is going back & they meet in science class/go to group study sessions I think & then catch feelings Meanwhile theres a lot of rope tying(Steve took classes to do)& a scene I remember vividly is where Bucky comes but Steve purposely makes it so Bucky doesnt get the release of it though Bucky says something like You ruined it & sobs

Anon sent in Ain't No Rest for the Wicked* by Kellyscams (complete | 305,786 | E) */others, sex work, alcohol

Anon 5 said:

Could you help me with this particular fic that happened after Civil War it's basically Steve taking Bucky to an isolated place while getting rid of Bucky's winter soldier activation code-- Steve gets hurt a lot before he finally made it through the entire code without Bucky going violent. Thanks!

Anon sent in après nous le déluge by tomorrowsrain (complete | 9,257 | T )

Anon 6 said:

I’ve been looking for this fic for ages - modern times but canon compliant up until tws. I think the fic is post-tws. Bucky finds a pregnant cat (or cat with kittens?) and keeps it. He then later on gives each kitten to an avenger and, i believe, keeps momma cat. I’m not sure how stucky centric it is

sweet-nightingale-96 said:

Hi, I was wondering if you can help me find a fic. In this fic Bucky has escaped hydra before Steve wakes up. Bucky has no memories of his time in Hydra, but he is there when Steve becomes an Avenger. I believe the story was called The Red Star, or something like that. But I’m not sure. I do remember it retelling the movies from Avengers (2012) and onward with Bucky in it, if that helps?

Anon 7 said:

hi there was this one fix where Steve and Bucky were fwb in the 40s and Steve confessed to Bucky he shot Steve down thinking he was protecting him and fast forward to the present where Bucky doesn't remember what he did to Steve only that they were intimate

princessniitza sent in chapter 10 of Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down)* by spitandvinegar  (restricted, complete | 107,076 | M) *past rape/noncon, heed the tags

Anon 8 said:

I'm looking for a fic where bucky moves in with Steve who's a retired captain and the entire fic they're learning how to be roomies while also pining and at one point bucky is in a bathtub full of kittens and i can't remember the title for the life of me. Any thoughts?

bennettmp339, teenagemutantninjamushroom and therandomravenclw sent in Critical Feline Mass by Kryptaria, rayvanfox (complete | 39,533 | T)

Anon 9 said:

Hi! Ive gone deep In my ao3 history and in your post caws tag and I just can’t seem to find this fic I’m looking for. I just can’t recall the fic description. What I remember from it is Bucky sneaking into the avengers tower & only Steve knows for a while and Bucky always gets high on Steve’s Tranquilizer lollipops. At the end Bucky confesses he’s loved Steve the whole time & Steve gets upset & beats up punching bags. This has been a week long search & I hope it’s findable!

bennettmp339, teenagemutantninjamushroom and ice-whisper sent in Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches by Sena (oneshot | 26,734 | M)

tygerblaze said:

It was Stucky, where Tony sees Bucky undergo the chair torture by General Ross. Decides, I’m gonnna break him out, cause no one deserves that. He calls Steve from the road while Bucky is recovering in the car, it becomes a slight road trip and Bucky becomes friends with Tony. Not sure if it’s post civil war or post tws.

Anon, itsagentromanoff, dragonflybeach and getstucky sent in i need a forest fire by tomorrowsrain (complete | 65,815 | T)

Anon 10 said: (sex work)

I'm dying- I can't find this fic and I don't remember a whole lot. I think Steve was a small dom and had Bucky as a client (I think?) and they were trying like binding (?) and Bucky safeworded and left in a panic and it led to Steve dropping. Bucky came back and was like "?? is this top drop are you dropping" and Steve was like "yeah" and I can't remember anything after that lmao I could've sworn one of the tags was topdrop but I couldn't find it and I... need help ty <3

time-lord-no-more, Anon, lesbianhozier and princessniitza sent in we are the things that we do for fun* by Nonymos (complete | 35,585 | E) *sex work

Anon 11 said: (rape/noncon)

Hi, I`m searching for a fic it was from Ao3. Bucky and Steve had a relationship before. The Winter Soldier is brought back to the tower. At some point he is in a room together with Steve. The other looking at them via cameras. The WS has manipulated the look at the door so Steve can´t get out of the room an the others can´t get in. The WS/Bucky forces himself on Steve, who doesn´t fight back, because Steve thinks when Bucky is totally himself again he would be terrified of his actions otherwise.

Anon sent in Even When I Had Nothing* by AnnaFugazzi (complete | 57,457 | unrated) *cw noncon ; extremely dark themes ; extreme angst ; abusive relationship

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Polyvengers sub!Bruce Forbidden Prompt

anon on curious cat asked: I love your works! Especially your Marvel smut ;) Would you ever do some dom/sub with sub!Bruce submitting to the other avengers to help calm down, possibly with collar/leash kink and maybe subdrop? 

“Bruce! Are you free?” Thor stepped into Bruce’s lab, one hand hidden behind his back. Bruce pushed his glasses up as he peered up at the God of Thunder from some results that were playing out on the tablet resting on his lap.

“I can be?” Bruce said slowly and Thor bounced over to him like an eager puppy.

“Can you braid my hair? Like you did before? It was most glorious,” Thor held out a brush and turned almost puppy dog-like eyes on the curly brown-haired man.

“Sure Thor, let's do it on the couch.” Bruce smiled as he took the brush, knowing what Thor was really asking of him and he was glad for it.

The two settled on the couch, Bruce sitting on the edge of it and Thor settled between his legs, large hands curled around Bruce’s calves as Bruce slowly began to drag the brush through Thor’s golden hair.

Bruce realized a bit slowly that Thor was humming an Asgardian song under his breath while he rubbed circles on Bruce’s calves in a soothing manner as Bruce worked methodically. This was calming for Bruce, he knew how to do this for Thor blindfolded and it settled something deep inside of his very being and appreciated the God for asking him to do this.

“Better?” Thor rumbled softly as Bruce twisted and pinned the braids into place on the top of Thor’s head.

“Yes, I didn’t realize I needed it but I did, thank you,” Bruce said as Thor rose to his feet, towering over Bruce as per normal.

“We always know and we will always be here,” Thor promised as he leaned down and lightly pressed their lips together sealing his promise. Bruce smiled when their kiss broke and Thor bounced out of his lab, sporting his new braids.

Bruce slumped back against the couch, removing his glasses and placing his hand over his eyes. Braiding Thor’s hair had calmed him, but he carved more, he needed to do more.

Bruce was on his feet and in the elevator to the common floor before he really knew what he was doing. He stumbled a bit coming out of the elevator and something settled in his gut when he saw Natasha lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine lazily. Clint was sitting on the floor, tongue out in focus as he played a video game.

“Tasha,” Bruce murmured out as he made his way over to the couch.

“Oh Bruce, I’m glad you’re here. I just got back from a mission and my feet are killing me, could you give me a foot rub? Yours are the best, Clint actually can make them worse if you can believe it.”  Natasha looked up and started talking when she saw the slightly glazed look in his eyes and the way he was biting at his lower lip nervously. Clint made an offended noise but fell silent when he took in the look on Bruce’s face and smiled encouragingly.

“Yeah, I can do that Tasha,” Bruce sank onto the other side of the couch in relief and smiled shyly at her when she dropped her feet in his lap. She winked at him and went back to her magazine as Bruce carefully dug his thumbs into the arch of her right foot; she hummed as Bruce focused everything he was on massaging her feet in order to follow her orders. Clint muted his video game consideration and Bruce just basked in the presence of both of the SHIELD agents, knowing he was safe with them and he couldn’t help but sink a bit deeper into his own headspace.  

“Foot rubs huh?” Tony’s voice pierced the haze that had settled over Bruce’s mind and he slowly blinked and calloused fingers cupped his chin forced his face up. A small, soft smile was on Tony’s face that was peering down at him and Bruce felt an answering one creep up on his own mouth.

“He’s been very good for me,” Natasha crooned softly and Bruce silently preened and nuzzled against Tony’s palm when the genius cupped his cheek.

“You’re always so good for us Bruce, always,” Tony said reverently and Bruce felt his cheeks heat up at the honest praise.

“He did such a good job, way better than me.” Clint piped up from the floor, winking at Bruce who ducked his head shyly.

“Mind if I borrow him Nat, Clint?” Tony asked as he slid his hand down to lightly curl around the back of Bruce’s neck.

“Go ahead, my feet feel much better now. Thank you, Bruce,” Natasha and Bruce shared a soft kiss before Bruce rose to his feet with the aid of Tony’s hand on the back of his neck.

“Of course Tasha,” Bruce said as Tony guided him out of the living area. Clint just waved from his place, knowing from experience that Bruce appreciated his silent presence the most of the time and if Clint could give him that silence then he would.

“How about we go see Steve hm?” Tony crooned as he kept Bruce close to his side and the two of them made it to the secondary living room where Steve was sitting on a loveseat and sketching absently.

“Hi,” Steve smiled when he looked up and spotted the two of them and set down his sketch pad when he spotted the glazed look on Bruce’s face and Tony’s hand on his neck.

“Can I draw you today?” Steve asked as he held his hand out to Bruce, who allowed Steve to tow him forward so he was standing between the soldier’s thighs and shuddered softly when Steve planted his hands on his hips.  

“I would like that,” Bruce wet his lips and turned his head to the side when he heard a lock click and metal slide. Tony turned back to them with a familiar black leather collar and matching leash in his hand.

Bruce couldn’t help but sink to his knees between Steve’s thighs and let his head fall back, exposing his throat for Tony or Steve to lock the collar into place.

Tony knelt down beside Bruce and gently eased the soft leather band around Bruce’s waiting neck and the small click of the lock closing echoed in the room. Tony caressed the collar for a moment and kissed Bruce just as tenderly as the others had. When Tony pulled back, he clipped the leash into place and rose to his feet and tugged lightly on the leash.

Bruce exhaled in a loud rush of air and swayed up onto his feet and closed his eyes as the last bit of power he had was taken away as Tony led him over to the couch across from Steve’s loveseat.

Tony settled on the couch and with a knowing smile, he tugged on the leash until Bruce was lying on his side with his head on Tony’s lap.

“Good boy,” Tony crooned as he began to run his fingers through Bruce’s curls. Bruce blushed at the words and closed his eyes as he settled into the sensation of the collar snug around his throat and Tony’s fingers in his hair.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of Steve’s pencil moving over the paper of his sketch pad and Tony softly humming an old Italian lullaby under his breath, one he only sang when he was with Bruce like this.

Bruce settled deep inside of himself, both himself and the Hulk were calm and peaceful. The two were totally in sync with the other and both basking happily in the soft domination he got from the others. Bruce was content to stay like this for as long as the others wanted him to be, he knew at the end of days like this he would end up in on of Tony’s large beds in the middle of what Tony likes to call a ‘puppy pile’ and he always looked forward to that part of the night.

Bruce finally managed to get his mind to quiet down to a dull hum and with a soft noise, he sank into the final bit of his headspace that he had been carving since Thor had entered his lab with that brush. He was lost in himself and didn’t notice the pleased smiles Steve and Tony exchanged before settling back into their roles for that afternoon, content to stay like this for as long as Bruce needed.

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Hi! when you have time I would love Starker recs with abo dynamics Preferably a polyshipping pack dynamic! They can be incomplete and if you can’t find many that’s totally understandable :) thank you

STARKER A/B/O FANFICTIONS - REC LIST 

I was actually thinking of making a rec list for a/b/o fics, so this ask comes at the right time.

I tend not to read polyshipping stuff, but I did some research just for you, Anon! I’m gonna start with my favourite fanfictions though, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Reassurance by AnonymousI’m gonna be honest with you, chief: I haven’t finished this one, I don’t even remember why. Possibly because I’m an idiot, but we’ll never know. I remember it being good, though, and I would feel bad not putting it in the list just because I haven’t finished it. It’s based on Homecoming, with Peter trying to hide the fact that he is an omega from Tony and the rest of the team in an attempt to be taken more seriously.

Help Me, Fix Me, Heal Me by Mid_Nightmare Oh my God, this one’s so good, I hope the author updates soon! The setting is a bit different than usual: Tony and the rest of the Avengers live in the woods as a pack of shape-shifting wolves (the characters stay in human form for the majority of the story, though). One day, Tony finds an injured Peter and nurses him back to health - and I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, so obviously I love this story with all my heart

Starker Resolutions by dela_chaisse The only fanfiction in this list with Omega!Tony and Alpha!Peter. It was refreshing to read, even if the dynamic between Tony and Peter is still the same: a suave and charming (but still struggling with a lot of personal issues) Tony and a starstruck Peter. I really enjoyed how IC Tony’s distrust for alphas and desire for independence felt.

In Heat by Atanih88 Peter is in heat, that’s the whole plot, but the rating doesn’t go past Teen and Up. I do wish the author had written the actual sex scene instead of stopping right before, but I guess I can’t have everything in life. On an unrelated note, Tony is so IC that his thoughts reminded me a lot of the way he talks in the movies, and I really love when that happens. (Oh, and he’s also a Beta, not an Alpha).

Call Me (A Thief) by RaisonDetre This is the pwp that every rec list needs and deserves. I think the tag “The scene on the roof top but they just angrily fuck instead” explains the plot pretty well.

Body Electric by GryffindorGirl94 You thought I was gonna put only one pwp? Ah, syke! Here’s another one, and the premise is the same as the one above: that scene on the rooftop, but they end up fucking. You don’t need to know more.

Dear Heart by TempestRisingCan I cry because of how good this fic is? The author had me had “Tony Stark has a heart” and “Hurt Peter Parker”, but I never expected to love an angsty coffe shop AU this much.

Here’s all the polyshipping fics I found! I didn’t read them all completely, but I made sure that they are not, you know, horribly written or something like that.

Because It’s Us by confessionsofabibeauty (WIP)This one has an OC as a main character, so if that’s not your cup of tea you’ve been warned. Also, it’s a wip but it has been updated fairly recently.Ship/s: Peter/Avengers team; Peter/OFCTags on Ao3: civil war fix-it; soulmate aspects; eventual mpreg; pack dynamic

Modified for Pleasure by professional_benaddict (One-shot)Dude, this one is dark - the title is self explanatory, really. Not something that I would read for fun, but hey! I think it’s well written so I don’t feel bad recommending it (and also I’ve read worse thing that turned me on in the past, who am I to judge?). Ship/s: Tony Stark/Peter Parker/Stephen Strange Tags on Ao3:dom/sub; body modifications; slightly dubcon

Me and Mine by sleepsick (WIP)Again, not something that I would read for fun. But the author definetely knows how to write, I can’t deny that. Ship/s: Peter Parker/almost every Aenger; Peter Parker/Wade WilsonTags on Ao3: peter parker whump; possessive behavior; pining; dubcon

You’re the One I Want by Goofatron (One-shot)I actually read this one before, and I have to admit: fucked-up, but hot. Ship/s: Peter Parker/Tony Stark; (almost) Peter/Thor, Peter/Steve and Peter/BuckyTags on Ao3: virgin!peter; attempted rape/non-con; scent kink; daddy kink

The More the Merrier by hchollym (WIP)Oh boy, this is just 23.000 words of porn. God bless the author, tbh, this i a gift to humanity.Ship/s: Peter/Tony; Peter/Thor; Peter/Steve; Peter/Bucky Tags on Ao3: porn with feelings; everyone loves Peter;mpreg

Asunder by pansley (WIP)I’m gonna trust the 500 comments on Ao3 and say that fic is a good one!Ship/s: Peter Parker/Tony Stark; Peter Parker/Avengers Team; Peter/Wade Wilson; Peter/Harry Osborn; Peter/Norman Osborn; Peter/MJTags on Ao3: dubcon; drug use; group sex; sexual slavery

That’s all I could find for you, Anon! Hope there’s something here you haven’t read yet :)

[sirsapling]

Give me bottom!steve fics my lord. Please. If you have any.

I’m gonna assume you’re asking for fic recs and if you are YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT PLACE BECAUSE BOTTOM!STEVE IS MY EXACT JAM.

This post is gonna be long because I have a lot of fics to rec so to avoid clogging anyones time line its all under the cut. If you thought I might only have a few recs for this you are deadass wrong, this is exactly the thing I will go all out on.

Some of these may contain switching but for the most part they will be entirely Bottom!steve. Because I’m picky.

All the works are sorted by word count. *’d works are some of my particular return-to-favourites, though i’ll say I have read and adore every single work on this list. Theres also a whole mishmash of tropes from A/B/O to crossdressing so remember to check the tags.

Untitled - by @iwritestony (772 words, Ambiguous Universe)

Tony fucks Steve in front of the other Avengers

Again and Again - by Mabonwitch (808 words, MCU)

Tony rims Steve until Steve cries.

Satiety - by Sinope (956 words, MCU)

From a kinkmeme prompt: Tony builds a fucking machine designed specifically for Steve. It fucks him for hours, through multiple orgasms until he’s sore to the point of crying and begs for it to stop. Once Steve can’t come anymore, Tony unties him and plays with his sore hole. Then he fucks him. Afterwards, he licks his cum out of Steve.

Contains exactly what it says on the box.

Take - by anonymous (1k words, Ambiguous Universe)

For the cap kink prompt: Tony has been having a lot of fantasies of topping Steve, but is kind of a jerk about it. He thinks the man would never accept another man near his ass and makes a lot of jokes at Steve’s expense. Finally, after a long song and dance, the truth comes out. Steve is a virgin, has never been with anyone, and is more than happy to let Tony top in bed. Gentle sex ensues 

Playing nice - by Sharkie335 (1k words, MCU)

Tony’s been trying to be a gentleman. Apparently Steve’s tired of it.

Die Easy - by schmevil (1k words, Comic’s Ambiguous Universe)

Steve gives it up. Also, there’s a blindfold. Shameless PWP.

Merit Badges - by myadamantiumheart (1k words, Ambiguous Universe)

Tony Stark never thought he’d have a thing for boy scouts- but then he met Steve Rogers. (Steve-is-a-boy-scout-troop-leader-AU)

Beg - by captain_americano (1k words, MCU)

Tony picks up a tasty little piece, and can’t really help but go all-out.

 Last Night I Dreamt I Was In The Labyrinth - by valtyr (1k words, Ults)

“For my next trick: Ultimate fic with Steve bottoming. YOU WAIT.” - valtyr, 7th April 2009. I deliver.

Mutually Beneficial - by @cptxrogers​ (2k words, Ults)*

An ode to how much Ults Steve likes getting fucked.

Minor Inconvenience - by Tony (2k words, Ambiguous A/B/O)*

written for a SteveTonyFest prompter who wanted Omega!Steve in heat

Talk Filthy to Me - by starsandstark (2k words, MCU)

A fic in which Steve loves for Tony to say all the filthy, degrading things he’s going to do to him in bed. PWP, extremely explicit and graphic Stony sex with bottom!Steve and a sweet ending.

The Libertines - by Anonymous (2k words, MCU AU)

The Darker side of the earth’s mightiest heroes.

No Other Explanation - by attice (2k words, MCU)

Tony Stark is always onstage. He plays different parts. Even in his mind, Steve knows—because there is no other explanation for the differences in his kisses.

Taking what you want - Telaryn (2k words, MCU)

Cap struggles to reconcile his complicated attraction to Tony Stark with the simpler sexual morality of his youth. First time fic.

Your Kind of Love - by Blue_jack (2k words, MCU)

The first time they have sex, Tony isn’t really hoping for much.

Paint Job  - by @cptxrogers​​ (3k words, MCU)*

“You want me to what?” Steve looked incredulous.“I want you to detail my car,” Tony said with a smirk.

Loosening the Reins - by @ashes0909​ (3k words, MCU A/B/O)*

Everything was hazing all over now. All Steve knew was that Tony smelled so good, like mate and alpha, and his neck ached for his mark and they’d talked about this, about becoming each other’s this way, but nothing could prepare him for the need that coursed through him.

Sir, Yes Sir - by someidiothasice (3k words, MCU)

Exasperated as he was, Steve couldn’t hold back a breathless laugh even as he rolled his hips into Tony’s hand. He just wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong.Steve had spent the better part of the night bending over in front of Tony, taking every opportunity to pick things up off the floor in the hopes of Tony getting an eyeful of his ass and ending up with ideas. But it seemed the only ideas in Tony’s mind had to do with getting himself a piece of what was down the front of Steve’s pants.

Breathe - by Robin_tCJ (3k words, MCU)

Bingo square prompt is ‘breathplay’.Right now, Tony’s most favourite thing about Steve is his ass.Specifically, the way it’s currently peeking out of the bottom of a pair of white, lacy panties.The thing most people don’t know about Steve is how … adventurous he can be.

Gold “Member” - by Amuly (3k words, 616)

Tony realizes one night that the golden under-armor he pulls out of his skin with Extremis can be pulled out to cover only very specific parts of his anatomy. Namely, his penis.

He decides he really needs to share this with Steve.

How to Top a Supersoldier - by @festiveferret​ (4k words, MCU)*

Steve was causing the problem in the first place. Steve who had turned bright red and bitten his lip when he’d found out that Tony had been “cursed” with temporary super strength. Steve who had been vibrating in the seat next to Tony throughout this entire meeting.

Steve who was currently 100% rock hard, Tony had no doubt, and hiding it masterfully by clutching the shield over his lap.

What Are Friends For? - by woad (4k words, 616)

A combination of the serum and an alien virus leaves Steve in an embarrassing predicament. Luckily, Tony is there to help. AKA, the one where Tony compares Steve to a salmon.

One Last Time - by @festiveferret​ (4k words, MCU)

Tony is getting married tomorrow, but tonight…

Come on Closer - by Epiphanyx7 (4k words, MCU)

[[… porn.]]

Or, the one where Steve wants to talk to Tony about something important

Distractions - by blathering_kat, Etharei, fiarra (4k words, Ambiguous Universe)

Steve should really think before he plays with Tony’s toys..

Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me - by blue_jack (4k words, MCU AU A/B/O)* 

Steve hates his bi-annual checkup.

“Mr. Rogers?” Nurse Grace calls, and he inhales sharply before standing up to follow her into the back.

He answers the standard “how are you doing today?” and “is there anything you want to mention to the doctor?” questions, and he tries not to fidget, but it’s hard to keep still.

He’s just getting so wet.

just a taste - by Mabonwitch (5k, MCU)

Steve’s not sure what he is, but he knows what he wants.

Heat (series) - by gracerene (5k words, MCU)*

Steve and Tony share a bed and end up getting more than they’d bargained for.

Bright As You Can - by @sineala​ (6k words, Ults and Noir)*

When Steve shows up at Tony’s penthouse for one of their usual no-strings-attached dalliances, he’s sure as hell not expecting to find a second Tony waiting for him. And they’re both interested in keeping him company.

Some Kind of Madness - by Blue_Jack (6k words, MCU)

“Mmm, Steve, I love your tits.”

Open for Christmas - by @festiveferret​ (9k words, MCU AU)

It was Christmas fucking Eve, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and his car was completely fucking dead.

Fuck.

Just for the Conversation - by @msermesth​ (9k words, Ults and 616)*

Tony’s fine. He’s back on the Avengers, Steve seems to have forgiven him, and he’s building Resilient to change the world.

Then why is he so jealous of Steve’s new boyfriend?

(Or: that awkward moment when you realize you are in love with your old best friend while having a three-way with him and his boyfriend, who just happens to be your counterpart from another universe.)

Unfurl Your Gown - by theladyingrey42 (8k words, MCU)*

“I feel ridiculous.” Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he’s not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.

Come on and Get Your Kicks - by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (8k words, MCU)

“At the end of the day, you just want to be my pretty little girl, is that it?”

Steve surged up to wrap his arms around Tony, kissing him with the kind of filthy fervor that Steve usually reserved for you could have died or I haven’t had an orgasm in 36 hours.

So, all right then. Hypothesis confirmed.

Never is a Promise - by Manic_intent (9k words, MCU A/B/O)*

Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

Prima Nocta - by @sabrecmc​ (10k words, MCU AU)

This was a Thank You Fic request for Anon, who wanted to incorporate Tony’s reference in AoU to prima nocta and bottom!Steve. 

A Proportional Response - by @msermesth​ (11k words, Ults)

Steve doesn’t have a reason for cock-blocking Tony.

No reason, whatsoever.

Saddle up, buttercup - by fakesheep-luna (octavaluna) (12k words, MCU AU, WIP)*

“Are you really a mechanic or have I accidentally walked into a porno?”

As far as first meetings go, theirs is pretty damn awesome. Steve is a kinky slut, Tony may be more than a little bit of a sadist and a good fuck is a perfectly fine form of payment for emergency car repairs.

And that should be the end of it, but then again, Steve turned himself into a human guinea pig once just for the sake of getting the fuck away from his hometown. The memory of Tony’s hands on his ass is more than enough to make him ignore all the offhanded mentions of the man’s criminal record and focus on new and creative ways to wreck that old pile of junk that is supposed to be his car.

The sex is worth it. The sex is worth everything.

I won’t leave you falling - by @blossomsinthemist​ (14k words, 616)*

Tony doms for Steve, which involves some specially enhanced red rope, cock rings, two vibrators, and a lot of orgasm control. It works out. Bottom Steve, trembling and desperate to come, loving dom Tony, plenty of aftercare.

I’m going to detour for a slight second here to say just read all of blossom’s works because if I rec them all we’ll be here all day. They are stunning, by far some of the best porn I’ve ever read. I’d also recommend reading her bottom/sub tony works, because even I, a notoriously picky bottom steve only reader, loved them. Especially 20 Crazy-Romantic Creative Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ a stand out favourite fic of mine. If she ever ends up writing bottom dom steve it’ll probably kill me.

Hands All Over (The Happy Ending Remix) - by @festiveferret​​ (16k words, MCU AU) 

Tony is a mobile massage therapist, and Captain America needs to relax. What could go wrong?

Rock Splits, Records Fall Down - by Valtyr (18k words, ults)

AU at the end of Ultimates 2. Time passes. The Ultimates try to work out where they’re going and what they’re doing, with a moderate level of success

Crash Love - by @s-hylor (21k words, Ults)* 

It’s just sex. Just sex between two consenting adults who don’t have feelings for each other beyond the camaraderie that comes from being on the same team.

It’s just sex. Until it isn’t. It’s not love. Until it is.

It’s because I Need to, Not because I Want to - by Anon1Adult (24k words, 616, WIP)*

“So I’m learning forty-five minutes is about my max.” Tony said casually.

Steve smirked, “Is this you asking to hold my hand?”

“No this is me admitting I have a medical condition.” Tony replied reclined on the couch, kicking his now bare feet up on the coffee table. “Now get over here so I can hold your hand.”- - -Or the one where the Avengers are going to leave street crime to Spider-Man because rolling around in the mud apparently makes you dirty.

The Emperor’s Fury - by Valtyr (39k words, Ults AU) ** one of my two all time favourite Fics

Steve is an ex-gladiator. Tony wears a toga. Together, they litigate civil cases. Also a surprising amount of boating.

How We Met - by @festiveferret​​ (41k words, MCU AU)*

Life was pretty simple for Tony - work on his graduate thesis, hang out with his robotics projects in his unusual apartment, and fuck people for money. At least, it was simple until he met Steve Rogers.

Gift With Purchase Remix - by @sabrecmc​ (43k words, MCU AU)

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

Poster Child (series) - by @sabrecmc​ (45k words, MCU)

Tony likes the new poster of Captain America. A LOT.

To Liars and Saving the World - by Magicasen (45k words, Ults)

When Tony’s life is in danger, Steve does the only thing he can do to save his teammate: he makes an honest man out of him. Steve and Tony’s sham marriage is only supposed to be a blip in their history that no one has to know about. But when they’re outed to the press, and with ghosts from his past coming to haunt him, Steve must come to terms with the idea that his own feelings for Tony might not be a lie.

This Is Not A Drill (series) - by @sabrecmc​ (51k words, MCU A/B/O)*

“Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.

“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.

“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.

“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”

“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

Sweet Skin and Delicate Fabric (series) - by within_a_rustic_cafe (53k words, MCU, still adding works)

Steve and Tony embracing Steve’s love for lingerie!

Tiny Spy Assassin Steve (series) - by @copperbadge​ (89k words, MCU AU)*

An AU in which Steve Rogers was born into the modern day and never received the Serum, but managed to make it into SHIELD as a handpicked protege of senior field agent Abraham Erskine. Along with Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, and eventually Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, Steve still tries to make a difference. Particularly in the life of Tony Stark, who picked up what he thought was an art student in a bar, and ended up dating one of SHIELD’s top agents…

Held (series) - by @ashes0909 and @festiveferret (95k words, MCU, still adding works)*

After the ice one thing remained the same: Captain America gave the orders. In the middle of battle his world narrowed to a calm and controllable moment. When they fought the super-villain of the week, he knew what to do. He knew how to get his men in and out, how to minimize the damage. On the battlefield he gave the orders.

People always assumed that would transfer to the bedroom, as well.

Never Too Late for Love - by @sineala​ (98k words, Ults)*

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing – a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he’s not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn’t his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they’re not soulmates, and he’s going to do right by her. After the war’s over, he’s going to marry her, and they’re going to settle down. They’ll buy a house. They’ll have children. He’ll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It’s going to be a good life. He doesn’t need a soulbond. He’ll be fine without one.

Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future – but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.

And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

The Prize - by @sabrecmc​ (108k words, MCU AU, WIP)*

Steve ends up as a concubine in the royal harem.

I also left a pair of prompts on the CAP-IM kink meme that got some glorious bottom Steve fills:

For (Ults) Aliens make them do it/ Fuck or Die (Dub-con/Non-con):

Untitled - by anonymous (5k words, ults)*

For Size Queen Steve: 

Larger Than Life - by @festiveferret (3k words, MCU )*

Steve wants that in him. Right now.

Size Me Up - by enkiduu (1k words, MCU)*

The thing is, nobody ever mentions how good Tony is for others. They always talk about greed and pride and how the billionaire always gets the world he wants (does he?), but nobody ever talks about how Tony always does his best to please the world (doesn’t he?).

Un(underneath, unveiled, undone) - by @salablemystic (8k words, MCU)*

The internet … knows things. Private things. Things that it has no business knowing. Things like … the (very impressive) size of one Anthony Edward Stark’s cock. Steve … can’t unlearn that knowledge.And, oh, he wants… .

I also have a few bottom Steve work’s I co wrote worth putting here:

Exposed - by @festiveferret and Myself (5k words, Ults)

Art is Long and Life is Short (series) - by @festiveferret​ and Myself (122k words, MCU AU, WIP)

There are SO many more gorgeous Bottom Steve works out there that I have no doubt missed, I would have put every single bottom steve story i’ve ever read on here if i could but sadly Im limited to my bookmarks and prior knowledge. As I stated above I have read every single one of these works, they are all amazing. Also if anyone has a bottom steve work not on here, please put it in the replies I’d love to read more.

[earlgreydream]

experiment.

| bucky x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. dom!bucky and sub!reader being an absolute touchy couple like they can’t keep their hands off each other & Bucky with sub!reader who wants to ride him 

Bucky kept an arm around your waist as you stood talking with the others. His hands slid down to grip your ass through your jeans, and Parker choked on his drink. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he blushed, clearing his throat.

“Buck, it’s not the forties anymore,” Steve laughed, making you feel shy. 

He moved his hands up to your back, gently kissing the side of your head. You gripped his bicep, leaning against his chest while you listened to Tony tell a story. 

“Hey, I love you,” Bucky whispered, tilting your chin up and pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“I love you,” you murmured against his mouth, and Tony shot you a dirty look for the PDA. 

Bucky didn’t care, in fact, he loved letting everyone know you were his. He was handsy with you in public, being the boyfriend who slid his hands in the back pockets of your jeans or gave you heavy kisses in front of people. Steve understood, being from the 40s like him, but the others occasionally gave him a hard time. 

You didn’t mind. You were submissive when it came to Bucky, and you felt secure with him. You lived for his possessive streak, loving when he acted strong and dominant with you in public. It was even better in the bedroom, his super soldier strength and dark edge dominating you and caring for you. 

However, lately you had wanted to try something new that involved you being a little less submissive. You hadn’t approached Bucky with the idea, nervous to see how he’d react. Bucky could be a bit of a control freak in the bedroom, in a good way. 

.

“Hey, baby,” you called to Bucky as he stepped out of the shower. 

“Hi,” he smiled, silver eyes sparkling as he pushed his dark hair out of his face. 

“So... I wanted to talk to you...” you said, distracted by his muscles, dripping from the shower. 

“Mhm?” he smirked, watching you lose your train of thought just from the sight of him. He leaned in and kissed you, his vibranium hand dipping under your shirt to wrap around your hip. 

“I wanted to try something else,” you whispered shyly, suddenly feeling embarrassed now that you had to voice your request.

Fantasizing was one thing, but talking about sex with Bucky so openly made you feel shy. He listened to you, ceasing his teasing. He rubbed his hair with a towel while he listened, looking you in the eyes. 

“Try what, doll? Talk to me.”

“I was just thinking that I want to try riding you,” you said, making him halt. 

“You want to ride me?”

“If that’s okay. I saw a video, and it looked...”

“You saw a video?” Bucky interrupted, his eyebrows shooting up. 

“A...movie?” You tried.

“You want to ride me because you saw it in a porn video.”

You pouted, unsure if you were in trouble or not. He smirked, shaking his head, clearly visualizing you watching a naughty video and touching yourself.

“Yes, my love. You can ride me,” he said kindly, kissing your cheek.

You slid off of the countertop, pulling the towel from around his waist. He was amused by how forward you were being, especially given you were usually a shy mess whenever intimacy was intimidated, needing to be eased into it.

You took a deep breath before slipping out of your pajamas, smiling as Bucky took the liberty of sliding your panties down your legs.

You let him pull you to the bed, his hands strong in yours, asserting his dominance just a little bit more before he let you take some control.

He guiding your knees to either side of his hips, straddling him as he laid on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard.

You ran your fingers through his long, damp hair, before pulling him into a kiss, trying to get more comfortable with being on top.

“You alright?” Bucky asked, gently prodding at your entrance.

You nodded, slowly sinking yourself down onto him, gasping quietly as he filled you up, stretching out every inch of you.

Bucky drew in a sharp breath, moaning as you rocked your hips experimentally, trying to find what felt right.

You bounced on him, letting his length fill and stretch you, then easing back off. Your thighs were shaking after a few minutes— overwhelmed by how good it felt.

Bucky was forcing himself not to grip your hips and take control. He was enamored with the sight of you, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted as you whimpered and struggled to fuck yourself on him.

“Daddy, daddy,” you whined, shaking as you dropped down on him, your fingers tugging hard on his hair.

“God, you feel fucking divine, doll,” he praised you, pulling you closer and wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking gently while his metal fingers toyed with the other.

You rolled your hips forward, your muscles burning from bouncing. You felt the pressure built tightly between your hips, threatening to snap at any second.

“Are you close, daddy? Want to make you come,” you squeezed your muscles around him, earning a choked moan as Bucky struggled not to come inside of you insistently.

“Yes, doll, I’m right there.”

He bit down on your shoulder, his hands going to your waist. Your whimpers had him coming hard inside of you, holding your hips still. The friction against his pelvis on your clit had you following, nearly crying from the intense stimulation.

“Oh,” you breathed, your arms going around his neck and moaning into his shoulder.

His come leaked out of you between your bodies, mixing with yours and making you feel filthy and full and owned.

“I want to stay here for a minute,” you mumbled, pressing tiny kisses to his swollen lips.

“Fuck me… how did I get so lucky with you?” Bucky asked, wrapping you in his arms.

You giggled as he kissed your cheeks, melting into him.

“We’re all messy,” you whispered, looking down between your bodies.

“And just after my shower.”

You smiled, knowing he was only teasing you by his tone.

“What about a bath, then? Please?”

He agreed, gently easing out of you, groaning as he watched his come spill out of you. You cleaned up before settling in the bathtub with him, surrounded by lilac-scented bubbles.

“Maybe we’ll have to try other things you see in film,” Bucky teased, making you hide your face.

“Maybe,” you muttered, biting your lip.

[wlwhc]

Dating Wanda Maximoff would include:

Anon ask: can you do dating wanda maximoff ? i love your work matt 

Warning: Mention of Sex

(A/N): First of all , I’m glad you like my work love , and second, Finally! someone asks for Wanda omg I was waiting for this . Also pietro is not dead on this okay? HE’S ALIVE ON THIS I CAN’T KILL THAT CUTE PUPPY

Masterlist / Prompt List / Fandom List / Ask me anything!

being each other anchor

trusting each other to death

so damn clingy

she will always want to be near you

holding hands 24/7

forehead kisses

so damn kisses

surprised hugs

neck kisses

she loves when you grab her by the waist

Slow passionate kisses

forget about oxygen you would not want to stop kissing her

she’s a lost puppy without you

like literally

she will be so sad if you’re not around

she will tackle you with a hug when you come back from the mission

heart eyes emoji 24/7

like seriously, Pietro would find her just looking at you with that sick loving face

He think it’s disgustingly cute

stargazing dates

Tea parties with a lot of book involve

she’s so romantic

blanket forts

CUDDLES!!!!

she has to cuddle at least 2 times a day

she looooves to be the little spoon

the feeling of being surrounded by your arms, her head on your chest while her face is hidden on the crook of your neck, legs tangled with yours while she breathes your essence makes her heart explode

but if you’re upset or sad she will not hesitate to wrap you in her arms, while she sings to you and caress your hair

you and Pietro are the only ones who can make her calm down

You’re really good friend with him

he considers you like her lil sister

he’s very protective of you cause he knows that if something bad happens to you, Wanda would be torn

Wanda is also very very veeeeeryprotective of you

she would not hesitate to fight anyone who bothers you

she will have a hard time trying not to shoot anyone who’s having bad thoughts about you

in combat, she will make sure to cover your back and then complete the mission

but her main goal is to keep you safe

she will do anything to make you happy/smile

she likes to spoil you

she will give you charm necklaces along with rings and bracelets

she will let you borrow her clothes

she almost faint when she first saw you the morning after, only using her shirt and your panties

being the only one allowed to use her jacket

she teaches you how to play the guitar

if you already knew how then she will play with you

she will have so many magic book that sometimes you read and then you will bomb her with questions

“so this flower with this flower plus saying all these weird-I guess this are words can make you lose your eyes!?”

“yep…and if you put that one with this you can make someone act like a dog for the whole da-”

“LET’S PRANK TONY”

oh yeah she’s also very good at pranks

she and her brother are the bests at pranking

Clint also helps her so it’s a very powerful team

sometimes she will attack you with little pecks all over your face to cheer you up

or she will sing to you

or would ask you if you let her calm you down with her magic

tickling fights

she’s so ticklish omg

days/nights where you two will only be talking for hours and not doing nothing more

sloppy lazy kisses at night

she knows you so well omg

she will know if you’re upset or sad or anything

she will know okay?

so it’s very hard to hide emotions for her

you can’t lie to her

she will be there if you need support or just a shoulder to cry on

she will drop whatever she was doing to comfort you

she can get jealous easily but not because she doesn’t trust you

it’s because she will read their mind and know what are they thinking about you

and having the imagine of you being intimate with a person that is not her

it doesn’t make her very happy

so she will be jealous often

she will try to hide it

but people can imagine such things with you

it makes her blood boil

she will grab you and take you away from that person

or just give you a look that tells you “we need to go or I’ll kill her/him”

Nat and Steve are like happy supportive parents cause they see how happy Wanda is with you

Clint is also very veeery happy

the team is very supportive

when she’s stress for a mission she will lay her head on your lap , while you run your finger through her hair

funny puns (not really)

inside jokes about everything

gossiping with clint

she’s pretty dom in bed

but she will let you take control if you want to

such a sweet, slow, soft sex, where her main goal is showing you how much she loves you with every touch

other times pretty passionate, rough, slow sex

Dom!Wanda

she has a few kinks but not too many

using her powers in bed

she loooves to leave mark on you

dirty talk

she can be such a tease

she lovs to go down on you

she also loves when you’re on top

she will wake you up by running her finger through your hair

giving you little peeks

“Goodmorning” *heart eyes*

she loves you so so much

she will be lost without you

she believes that you’re her soulmate

and maybe … she’s right

This is long I know but WE’RE TALKING ABOUT MY WIFE HERE OKAY? OKAY

Thanks for requesting it love! I hope you like it