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It's late at night when you're walking home. By all accounts, you do this enough to know that you don't ever get bothered.

But tonight, a mysterious man with mischievous green eyes and long black hair waits at the end of the block for you.

He holds out his arm for you to cross the street. He wants to help but you can't help but think you've seen him before.

In your Dreams

A/N: rated mature for themes and undercurrents. No smut

At first you’re very suspicious, hackles raised. You’re no fool, and strange men on dark corners at night has all your alarm bells ringing, despite knowing your neighbourhood like the back of your hand. It never pays to be too careful.

“Do I know you?” Your question is stand-offish, and you stand, observing him, arms crossed over your body, keys between your knuckles in case this goes south. Normally you would avoid confrontation, but something in this man’s demeanour, the smugness, makes you want to challenge him.

But he just smiles more at you, those eyes twinkling like emeralds.

“That’s a difficult question to answer, pet, because the answer is both ‘no, not yet’ and ‘yes, you’ve known me for forever’.”

“Well that is both cryptic and creepy! I think I’ll be on my way……”

You try to skirt around him, but he puts out a hand and rests it on you arm. He’s not taking hold of you, but he definitely doesn’t wNt you to leave.

“Let. Me. Past.”

You grind the words out from between your teeth. But he just tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowing, not in anger or frustration, but as if he’s trying to observe something within you. Something hidden.

His other hand comes up, sweeping your hair back from your face. The tender gesture startles you. It sort of feels familiar, like the ghost of a memory.

“We have never met here, little one. But I know you and you know me. You haunt me.”

Before you can rail at him, call him a stalker, a weirdo, his thumb comes up to press on your forehead.

Images flash in front of your eyes. Images of you and this man. Loki. The man of your literal dreams. The man you’ve been subconscious measuring all your dates up to, trying to find him in the real world.

Because in your dreams, dreams of with him, you are happy. You are loved. He cares for you tenderly, makes love to you passionately, and protects you fiercely.

“Loki!”

You breath his name like it’s oxygen, and fling your arms around him, burrowing into his embrace. His head rest atop yours, ssh-ing you and petting your hair. You’re face is wet and you realise you are crying.

“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you for so long”

“I know darling, and I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. But I’m here now, to take care of you, to be with you, always.”

You sigh contentedly, turning so his arm is over your shoulder, your own hand hanging onto his as it drags over you.

“Come on, let’s go home then.”

You start to cross the road, tugging him along as you walk the final block to your apartment. You’re so happy.

And Loki smiles to himself. This was too easy.

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Thanks @syntheticavenger! This got the juices going first thing in the morning.

94 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 07:49:48 GMT

Work

A/N: Here is my first offering this kinktober from @queerfictionwriter's prompt list, for day 21 - Cream Pie

This work contains smut and is not suitable for minors.

Work

“That’s it baby. Ride that dick for me.”

You rolled your hips as you straddled Sam. He lay on his back, one had leisurely behind his head, the other holding lightly onto thigh. It was still somewhat surreal, that your boyfriend was Captain America.

You’d met when he swooped down out of the sky and scooped you up before you were hit by a car that was flying through the air thanks to New York’s villain of the week. He’d soothed your panic and fear away from the get go, flashing you that lazy gap-toothed smile and pouring on the honey.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” You’d laughed at his cheesy line.

“Trying to catch the attention of Captain America. Is it working?”

“Sure is baby.”

He’d dropped you home, right outside your apartment, before giving you a little salute and shooting back off into the air. The next day you had come home to a bouquet of white roses outside your door, and an invitation to dinner, a mobile number on the bottom of the card.

You’d accepted. One dinner date had turned into two. Two had turned into three. Three had turned into breakfast for two in your apartment. Yes, there were downsides, he was away a lot, sometimes at short notice and often on radio silence. Sometimes he came back to you bruises and scrapes marring his perfect body, but he did always come back.

Returning from this latest mission it was clear he was tired, so you took the lead, pulling him in through your apartment door, and pushing him backwards towards your bedroom. He chuckled and pulled his t-shirt over his head as he moved, before pulling you closer for a kiss. A gentle shove from you had him bouncing down onto the bed, and you made quick work of his jeans and briefs. Words weren’t required. You spoke through kisses and smiles and giggles and touches. You divested yourself equally quickly, only having been wearing one of his henley’s and some pyjama shorts.

He shivered under your touch as you ran your tongue up his thick cock, covering it in your saliva, before taking it into your mouth. You loved his cock, loved worshipping it whenever you could, loved seeing this paragon, this hero, come undone, become vulnerable, just for you. But he wanted more than that from you at this moment, so he pulled you up his body and you both let out guttural moans as he sank into your heat.

His eyes were hooded as he watched you ride him, bracing yourself with one hand on a spectacular pec, your other palming one of your breasts and teasing the nipple.

“So gorgeous, sweetheart, taking me real good.”

“Sam, oh god, feels…..fuck….” He was so thick inside you, rubbing you so right. A glance at him showed he was transfixed at where you were joined, how your arousal was visibly coating him.

“Can you do a 180, babe, wanna see that ass.” You smiled at him. He made no secret of how much he loved your ass. Having it squirming in his lap, cupping it, spanking it. Eating it and fucking it. You leant forward, pulling him in for a languid and sensual kiss before you lifted up, turned and re-seated yourself on him. He had both large hands on your ass cheeks, squeezing them in time with your movements, dropping the odd soft slap onto them, making you moan. You moved your hand to your clit, giving yourself the extra stimulation required when in this position.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Love watching you work.” One of his hands left your rear for a moment, before returning, his thumb slicked with his saliva, which he spread around your puckered hole, before pushing in to the first knuckle. You keened at the sensation, rolling your hips more in response. He teased you with it, swirling it inside your tight channel as he continued to squeeze your luscious flesh.

His hips were starting to move with you now, a sure sign that he was getting close, so you started to clench down on him rhythmically.

“Fuck, you gonna come sweetheart. Want feel you really squeeze on this dick. Want you to drag all this come outta me.”

Shit, he had a dirty mouth, and it was delicious. Your movements started to falter as your neared your peak.

“Sam, I….I….” You shook as pleasure raced through your body, and you heard Sam moaning loudly as he found his own end, painting your walls with hot ropes of come. As you panted, and tried to recover, he lifted you off his cock then slid a hand up your sweat sheened back, slowly pressing you forwards to lie along his legs. This was another thing he loved, getting a good view of your wrecked pussy, leaking his come. Two fingers swiped up your inner thigh, scooping up some of the spilled release, and pushing back inside your aching cunt.

“God damn, baby.”

You could only nod in agreement.

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155 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 08:59:13 GMT

Meeting his best friend

You’d been seeing Steve for two months when you first met Bucky.

Steve had invited you over to his loft and asked you to wear something pretty.

You were getting yourself all keyed up at the thought of a good session with your artist boyfriend as you rung the buzzer.

Reaching his door it opened before you could knock. Your heart sank when someone, who was very definitely not Steve opened. You were very confused.

You took in his features, so different from Steve’s. Shaggy dark hair, ice blue eyes and a pinchable divot in his chin. He smiled broadly at you, sticking out his right hand.

“You must be Steve’s erotic muse,” he teased. “I’m James, this lughead’s best friend. But all my friends call me Bucky, and I have a feeling we’re gonna be great friends.”

Fuck, was Steve’s friend actually flirting with you?

You took his hand lightly giving it a shake.

“Er, hi, Bucky.”

He stood to the side and let you in, offering to take your coat and stash it on the hook. You didn’t have much time to ponder why Steve had invited a friend and not told you, before the man himself swept you up into his arms.

“My Cali, you’re here. I’ve missed you”

You playfully smacked his arm.

“It’s been three days Steve.”

“Three days too long!”

His head dipped down and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue sought admittance and he drank from your mouth as though you were the only thing that could quench his thirst.

Delicious as it was, you were aware that Bucky was still stood near you both and you opened your eyes to see him smirking at the pair of you. You pulled away from Steve reluctantly.

“Steve, behave. You have company!”

“Oh he doesn’t mind, do you Buck?”

“Nope!” He popped the p and kept smiling.

You rolled your eyes.

“God, no wonder you are best friends!”

“Come on Buck, let’s get back to making dinner.”

You made your way to the sofa and settled in to watch them.

It was like a ballet, the way they worked in sync to prepare and cook all the parts of the meal. They were obviously very good friends and completely at ease with each other, given the amount of times they brushed up against each other, leant over each other’s shoulders and took it in turns to feed the other little bits of sauce to taste test.

All three of you managed to keep up conversation during the cooking and the meal itself and you found it very easy to warm up to Bucky. He was an engineer for Stark industries, helping to make the designers dreams a reality. So, like Steve he had nimble and elegant fingers, although you suspected his would be more calloused. Not that you’d ever get to find out of course, you were Steve’s girl.

You all retired to the sofas once you’d finished eating. When he pushed his sleeves up you could see he had a tattoo on his left arm, completely covering the skin from his wrist all the way up and disappearing under the bunched fabric.

“May I?” You gesticulated at his inked flesh.

“Sure thing, darlin’” and he held his arm out towards you. You admired the design, a mixture of different flowers, brightly coloured, that seemed both at odds with someone so masculine, but also suiting him at the same time.

You traced a vine that wound up his arm. The way the piece was composed intrigued you, and then it clicked.

“Did Steve design this?”

“He sure did, doll. Not letting anyone ‘cept my best guy pick how I decorate my skin.”

Steve moved to sit on the arm, next to Bucky and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. You looked on, slightly confused as Bucky turned his head to look up at Steve and your boyfriend dropped a light kiss to his friends lips.

The pair the turned to look at you, and you were caught in their twin gaze.

Steve shifted from his perch to crouch down in front of you and took your hands in his.

“So, Cali, I wanted to introduce you to Bucky for a few reasons. I think you might’ve guessed we’re close. But in case you didn’t get it, we’re very close. We give each other those things we can’t get elsewhere, yeah?”

Your eyes started to well up.

“Are you dumping me, Steve?” Your voice was a hoarse whisper.

“No, baby, of course not!” His thumb grazed your cheek softly. “No, I just wanted you to know and understand that at much as I love you, I love him too. He and I aren’t a couple, but we do get together sometimes. I need you to know and understand, Cali. Please say you’re okay with it.”

You looked at him, but your gaze darted over his shoulder briefly to look at Bucky.

He really was very attractive. You couldn’t blame Steve really for wanting in on that. Thoughts of them together raced through your mind, and you squeezed your thighs together. Dare you voice your thoughts?

You took your lower lip between your teeth as you thought, both men following that movement with their eyes. You raised yours to meet Steve’s again and your voice was still breathless when you asked, “Can I watch?”

For a split second there was silence before Steve moaned out loud and kissed you. No, he devoured you!

One of his hands was on the back of your neck, pulling you close, his other sliding up your thigh and under your skirt to grip your hip. You mewled into his mouth, matching his ferocity with your own. Your own hands flew to his shirt, working on his buttons. He always got you going quick, like a high-powered car going from 0-60, revved up on Steve!

You’d almost forgotten about Bucky when his chuckle had you and Steve pulling apart breathlessly. He stood from his chair and walked towards you both, a swagger in his steps and an obvious bulge in his pants.

“If you get to watch me and Steve sometimes, darlin’, does that me I get to watch you and Steve?”

You were nodding before you’d even processed his question. Steve’s lips latched to your neck, kissing and nibbling, and you sighed.

He scooped you up in his arms and walked through to his bedroom, Bucky following. Steve laid you on the bed and his friend crossed to the easy chair, sitting down spreading his legs wide. He popped the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper to relieve the pressure, but made no other move.

You looked at him, suddenly nervous as Steve continued to kiss your neck and run his hands over the exposed portions of your skin.

“Don’t worry my Cali, you say the word and he’ll leave, at any point. He’s just going to watch. He won’t touch you unless you ask, okay?”

You nodded again, and forced all your attention into Steve, recapturing your lust from earlier.

He pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties, and you helped him out of his shirt, before scrabbling at his belt.

He shucked out of his pants and briefs in one go, his hard cock bouncing up against his abs, already starting to leak slightly.

You pushed him down onto his back, and then kneeling at his side leant over to take him into your mouth. It was an odd angle, but you weren’t quite ready to have your bend over ass right in Bucky’s face, and this way he could see what you we doing.

You heard a curse as you sank your mouth down as far as you could, and you weren’t sure which one had uttered it, although you thought it was Steve.

A quick glance at Bucky revealed his was palming himself inside his jeans, watching your movements intently.

“God Stevie, looks like she’s real good at that!”

You were feeling slightly mischievous, so as Steve tried to reply you fondled his balls, making him moan instead.

Bucky chuckled and you winked at him, before lifting yourself up and off your delicious snack.

Now emboldened you took your bra off and threw it in Bucky’s direction.

“I see she’s also a trouble maker!”

You batted your eyes at him, as if to say ‘who, me?’, but we’re suddenly grabbed by Steve’s hands and flipped face down onto the bed. He pulled your hips up and pulled your panties down to you knees, somewhat immobilising you.

You let out a low moan even before the first spank landed.

“You okay, Cali?”

“So okay, Steve!”

“Can Buck come have a closer look?”

You nodded into the bed covers, and a few seconds later felt the bed dip as Bucky perched on the end near Steve.

Your boyfriend continued to spank you with a steady rhythm and you knew that Bucky would be able to see you dripping.

The idea just made you wetter. Apparently you were into exhibitionism now as well.

“Jeez, she’s so wet. She always like this? You are one lucky sonofabitch!”

“I think you being here is making her wetter.” He paused in his spanking to swipe a finger through your folds.

“Wanna taste Buck?”

Oh god, you couldn’t see but you knew that Bucky was now sucking and licking your juices off Steve’s finger. You whined with need, as you listened to them.

“Wow darlin’ you’re absolutely delicious!”

There was more shifting behind you and you weren’t sure which one was moving until you felt Steve’s mouth attacking you cunt, and absolutely devouring it.

His beard burned your thighs, his talented tongue spearing into you and scooping out your cream. You were quivering above him, getting so close to your release when he pulled away.

“Steve…please…” You lifted your head to look over your shoulder and felt yourself go even dizzier with want, because your boyfriend and his best friend were now making out like they were starving. It was as though Bucky was trying to take every particle of your essence from Steve for himself. He was even licking droplets out of the dirty blonde beard.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” blushing when you realised you’d actually said that out loud.

The boys broke their kiss, two pairs of feral eyes upon you, before Steve returned all his attention to you. His hands gripped your hips and he slid his cock, inch by inch, into your wet heat. Both of you threw back your heads and cried out as finished burying himself inside you. He stayed still for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of you pulsing around him, before he started to thrust with a brutal pace.

Your hands gripped the sheets and all you could do was allow your body to be bounced around, your nipples rubbing against the black satin beneath you.

You didn’t hide your noises, you knew how much Steve loved hearing you, knowing how much he was ruining you.

The bed shifted again and Bucky was sat up against the headboard your face level with his thighs.

His was still clothed, but he had his dick in his hand now. You couldn’t see it properly, but you could see the flushed pink/purple cut head of it as it poked out of his fist.

His gaze travelled up your body, over where you and Steve were joined and then over Steve’s abs and face.

You were getting close and you moved your hand down to rub against your clit. Your eyes met with Bucky’s and the devil on your shoulder decided to speak.

“Bucky, I want you to come on me, please!”

You heard Steve groan behind you before Bucky chuckled and moved onto his knees at your side.

“Can’t say no to that darlin’. You and Steve are quite the picture.”

You could see his cock better now. Slightly shorter than Steve, but maybe a little thicker, and a small bend to the right. The glans was large and you just know it would feel wonderful teasing back and forth through any of your holes.

Thoughts of Bucky plundering you were enough to have you coming, writhing on Steve’s cock, covering it in your cream.

The tightening of your cunt brought Steve over the edge with a shout and he painted your insides.

Breathing hard you lifted you head, opened you mouth and stuck out your tongue as you faced Bucky, silently imploring him to find his own end soon.

“Yeah Buck, come on my Cali’s face. She’s such a dirty slut for us.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” His shout gave you a moments warning before spurts of hot cum landed first across your tongue, then across your cheek and collarbone. You swallowed what was in your mouth, noticing how Bucky differed in taste from Steve.

You boyfriend, who was still imbedded inside you, hauled you up against his chest, his fingers scooping up his friends spend and feeding it to you.

It was deliciously filthy and only got worse better when Steve turned your head to kiss you and lick the remains off your face and neck.

Finally he pulled out and you sank face first into the bed again. You felt Steve part your folds and he sucked in a breath as he watched his cum slowly leaking out of you.

“Buck you gotta see this.”

You turned your head, all embarrassment gone as Bucky tucked himself back inside his pants and moved down to the end of the bed.

“Why you gotta tease me so Stevie? You know how much I love the taste of you.”

The little devil was back.

“Then have it Bucky.”

You heard two indrawn breaths.

“If you want it, lick it out of me.”

A moments silence which was probably the boys having a silent conversation before hands on your hips flipped you onto your back and lifted your thighs over a Bucky’s shoulders before he went to town on your pussy.

Still sensitive, you were almost screaming straight away, as Bucky lapped at your slit scooping your and Steves combined mess out if you. Then he used that tongue to clean up every part of your cunt, until you made a further mess when you came as he was sucking your clit.

“So fucking tasty darlin’. Think it’s my new favourite blend.”

Then the three of you were laughing, before getting cleaned up and falling to sleep in a cuddle pile in Steve bed. Your final thought was that, yeah, you really liked Steve’s best friend.

155 notes • Posted 2021-09-19 18:14:50 GMT

I thought I would have a go at @syntheticavenger ‘s 8k Spooky Challenge, where you have to write a 800 word spooky story, featuring any avenger actor.

So here’s my entry, enjoy

Mine

A/N: This is a dark fic and is rated Mature. It features stalking/kidnap and inferred r*pe. Please heed the warnings. Not suitable for minors.

Pairing: Demon!Nat x Fem!Reader

Word count: 796

Song prompt: #1 Crush by Garbage

Солнышко – Little Sun

Любимая – Darling/beloved

Зайка - Bunny

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The thing about being a demon, Nat thought, was that you soon stopped really caring about the humans around you. They were play things, entertainment. She couldn’t remember exactly when she had become a demon. The days, and years, all started to blur when you had no mortal concerns.

She was faster, stronger, more resilient. She aged slower. She remembers that for the first few years she was like a child with a new toy, testing out how far she could push herself and what she could do. Her powers were good for making people cry before she ripped them to shreds.

But, she had to admit, she was starting to get bored. Bored of the monotony, bored of hiding herself 24/7. Then, everything changed. She met you.

The first time Nat saw you she stopped dead in her tracks. Her mouth was dry and was barely conscious to everyone who was bumping into her and grumbling. Nothing mattered except you.

She knew in that moment she would die for you. Lay her life on the line to protect you. In fact, she thought she was dying at this moment due to the physical distance between you. You shone like the sun, were so beautiful it made her want to cry. If you were hers the only tears you were spill would be for her, the only pain that which she inflicted sweetly on you. If…..no, when. There was no doubt in her mind. If she hadn’t already sold her soul she’d have done so in an instant. You would give her life meaning again.

So she watched you, learnt your routines, followed you. Sometimes she insinuated herself close to you, to see if you noticed her, to see if you felt this pull as well. You would only be able to ignore her for so long.

But demons are not known for their patience. Every time she saw you, and saw no echoing burning in your eyes it felt like her heart, and organ she had little use for now, was being squeezed, being stabbed. It burned, but she welcomed it. In her mind this pain proved that she loved you, that you were meant to be together. She would make you see.

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You came-to groggily. You looked so sweet and innocent as you roused to consciousness. Nat had made sure you would be comfortable, dressing you in fluffy pyjamas, with nice fuzzy socks. She’d even braided your hair as you slept, to keep it off your face. She stroked your brow and spoke to you softly.

“That’s it, солнышко, wake-up for me now.”

Your eyes fluttered open, soft and relaxed for a moment, until your brain told you that you weren’t where you expected to be. Then your eyes went wide and you lurched backwards across the bed.

“Who are you, where am I?” Your voice was soft, but trembled.

“Oh, my любимая, it’s me, your Natalia. I’ve brought you home. To be with me.”

“I…I…I don’t know you.” Your voice was a whisper as you curled up on yourself.

“Oh зайка, you will. Because you are mine.” She smiled at you, the hint of a fang and a forked tongue peaking below her top lip, a flash of red in her eyes, and she crawled, naked, across the bed, caging you in with her body. She breathed in deeply, your scent intoxicating.

“I’m going to look after you, make you feel so good.” Her tongue snaked out and she licked up your neck, causing a whimper to escape you.

“I..c..can look after myself…”

Nat chuckled, her breath warm in your ear.

“Oh Любимая, you can’t. I’ve been dealing with your problems for weeks. That dipshit who groped you whilst you were at work? I killed him for touching what was mine.” She nuzzled in around your jaw. “I also got you’re a replacement microwave when yours started acting. Same make and model, you didn’t even notice. I’d do anything for you.”

Tears gathered in your eyes, you fear real and present. One of her hands moved to press against your stomach, then glided up, over your chest, to rest at the neckline of the pyjamas.

“You’re going to give everything to me. Say ‘Thank you Mistress….’”

The tears were rolling down your cheeks now, and she licked up each one with her tongue.

“Thank..y..you…M.m.mistress”

“Good зайка …”

The nail on her index finger shifted, elongating into a claw, which she drew down the soft fluffy material, parting it to expose you. Then, with a crick of her neck, red leathery wings burst forth from her back, and a scaly tail wound its way up your leg.

You screamed, but it was swallowed by her mouth, and contained as her wings enclosed you both.

221 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 15:42:22 GMT

Behave

A/N: Hi all! Major apologies for the lateness of this, my last entry for Kinktober, and the prompt Gang Bang/Orgasm Control.

As usual - unbeta'd.

Find my masterlist here

@clearwatersfalling, I hope I did justice to your vision, this sort of ran away with me....

Grouping: Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Word count: 3.8k

This is a dark fic! Not your thing? Move along.

Not suitable for minors!

CW: Attempted Rape; Actual non-con/Rape; Threats of violence to reader; canon typical violence (not to reader); cohersion; kidnap; drugging; oral sex (both m and f receiving); rough p in v sex; brief mention of suicidal thoughts; slight dacryphilia

Behave

Your lungs burned and your legs throbbed as one word repeated itself inside your mind.

Run.

RUN.

RUN!

In a world gone to shit you always tried to keep your head down. You didn’t want to attract the attention of the scavenging bands who roamed the outlands, looking for a quick feed, a quick buck or a quick fuck. And they wouldn’t ask.

When the collapse of society came the great and the good flocked to safe conclaves, afforded the protection of the remaining military and police. Those in New York were lucky enough to get the added protection of the Avengers. However, the normal folk were mainly left to fend for themselves. Some managed to barter entry to a conclave, giving up their personal freedoms for security and safety, but you were not one of them.

For the last two years you’d managed to keep yourself relatively safe and healthy. You knew you were underweight, but that wasn’t unusual for an outlander. You’d avoided any major injuries and lived in a warehouse with a handful of other women, and some children. Today it had been your turn to go and seek out some supplies, and despite your care and attention, your run of luck had finally run out.

You’d been spotted and now your only hope was to outrun them and hide until they gave up. If they caught you, the best you could hope for was a beating for the hell of it. But it was more than likely that you would be raped and killed for sport, and not necessarily in that order. The scavengers barely retained any semblance of humanity any more, taking what joy they could in unfailing sadism. And your friends would mourn you and move on. People disappeared all the time, it just couldn’t be helped.

So you kept running, alert to any escape route, trying to ignore the whoops and hollers from behind you as the ‘once-men’ chased you like an animal. But the problem with looking around in such a manner, is that you fail to look down. Fail to see the small things that could set you a-cropper.

An involuntary shriek left your mouth as you tumbled to the ground. You don’t know what you caught your foot on, it could have been anything, but that didn’t matter. You felt pain lance through your knee, the thin fabric of your trousers ripping, the gravel on the ground tearing through your flesh. That was followed by your palms hitting the ground, and you skidding along before you rolled through sheer force of momentum, only coming to a stop when your back hit something hard.

You tried to get up, scrabbling for a handhold of any description. What remained of your calm was now slipping away, desperation taking hold of you. A large, rough hand grasped hold of your wrist and pulled you upright, causing further pain to shoot through your battered body. You lashed out with your free hand, and received a backhanded slap to the cheek for your trouble.

“We’ve got a live one here! Seems to be in decent nick too….”

You were surrounded by gruff laughter and lewd imaginings. One man, not the one holding you, advanced, leering and rubbing at his groin. You kicked out with your feet and screamed, but your captor just shook you until your teeth rattled.

“Can someone gag her, or tie her or something. I like a bit of spunk as much as the next guy, but I don’t want to have to work too much for it.”

Tears ran down your face, and your hysteria was rising. You looked around for some kind of weapon. You wouldn’t be able to defend yourself against this many scavengers, but you might be able to speed your own death.

Another man stalked towards you, a rope in his hands and you instinctively tried to pull away, despite knowing it was futile. And then all at once things got really crazy. The man with the rope was suddenly bowled over and something metallic rebounded off the wall behind you with a clang. Then the man holding you just crumpled to the ground as red bloomed on the brickwork. The remaining men turned to face the incoming threat, with shouts and cries, throwing projectiles and swinging chains. It seemed, in your dazed and scared state, that a giant bird came down from the sky and started to attack.

You curled up on the floor, trying to make yourself as small as possible, and closed your eyes. Your hands came up to cover your ears as you tried to block out the sounds of men being beaten and shot. An eternity later, which was probably only a few minutes, the echos of violence fell away. The only sound remaining was that of boots crunching across the ground. But you curled up tighter, shaking in fear.

“Shhhhh, bunny. It’s alright now. Come on, open those eyes for me.” The voice was deep, and smooth. And commanding. Your eyes opened, almost without volition. You looked up and were caught in a gaze of brilliant blue.

“There we go. All safe.”

You saw movement in the corner of your eye, and turned your head. Two other men stood there, one dressed in black, with shaggy chestnut hair and slate blue eyes, the other wearing some kind of pack on his back, goggles pushed up on his forehead, over close cropped dark hair, taking you in with eyes like molten chocolate.

“Don’t worry about 'em bunny, they’re with me.”

You turned back to the first man. He had dark blonde hair, and a shaggy beard. He smiled at you, teeth shining brightly.

“We’re going to take care of you, sweet thing. Never let anyone hurt you again.”

You looked up at your guardian angels, still running on adrenaline. There was a slight scratch against your arm and you turned to look. The blonde man threw a syringe over his shoulder into the pile of rubble.

“What…..what did you do?”

Your head was spinning, but you tried to push yourself up anyway.

“Don’t panic. You’re gonna come back with us now, bunny, back to the conclave. Got a nice spot all ready for you.”

He scooped you up into his arms as the world in front of your eyes turned black.

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When you regained consciousness the first thing you realised was that you were warm. Warmer than you had been in a long time. And the second thing was that you were naked. Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself in a soft bed. There was no-one in the immediate vicinity, but you could hear the mumble of deep voices from close-by. Sitting up, you tried to push away a wave of dizziness. Why to fuck had that man saved you, just to drug you? Who the fuck was he? Who the fuck were his fri……Oh shit.

He’d mentioned a conclave. He must have meant the New York conclave. And the only residents brave enough to leave it were the Avengers. Which meant…..

Your head whipped round as the three men walked into the room. The Captain, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. You gripped the sheets to your chest, like completely ineffectual armour. They were out of their fighting gear now, wearing the nicest clothes you’d seen since the Downfall. They were also clean, their hair slightly damp. And you realised that you were clean as well, and you smelt…..nice. Like flowers you could barely remember. They must have washed you down and dressed your injuries whilst you were unconscious.

Sam Wilson approached you first, crouching down in front of you, so your eyes were level. His hand came up to stroke at your hair and you tried not to flinch.

“Hey pretty thing. Feeling better?”

You didn’t answer his question, instead choosing to ask one of your own.

“Why am I here?”

Your voice came out barely louder than a whisper.

“Why, to keep you safe of course. The outlands are no place for a sweet girl like you.”

His other hand slid up your leg over the thin sheet.

“You’re gonna be all safe and cosy here with me and Steve and Buck there. He don’t say much, but he’s looking forward to you staying with us.”

Your eyes darted backwards and forwards, dread pooling in your stomach. How had you thought them guardian angels? Guardian demons more like. Their words were polite and gentle, but you could feel the undercurrent of corruption.

Steve then stepped forwards, sitting himself down on the bed beside you. With a long, lean finger, he turned your head towards him and rubbed his nose against yours.

“Gonna treat you so good, bunny. You behave and you’ll get anything you want…”

A whimper left your throat and you shifted slightly, your fight or flight response threatening to overrule your head. Steve’s large hand cupped your jaw, his thumb swiping over your chapped dry lips.

The bed dipped behind you and soft plump lips started to trail their way across your shoulder blades and cold metallic fingers held onto your waist, and oh, now your body was reacting in a different, but still unwanted way.

“That’s it sweet girl,” Sam’s voice purred in your ear. “Let it all go. You belong to us now.”

“Стив, я чувствую ее запах. Так мило...”

The gravelly, underused voice of the Winter Soldier came from behind you, although you didn’t understand his words.

“I know, Buck, I can smell her arousal too.”

You could hear the amusement in Steve’s voice.

You weren’t sure what it was about the revelation of the extent of their enhancements that made something in you snap, but your eyes shot open and you tried to lurch off the bed, away from the three men.

You must have surprised them a bit, as you broke out of their holds. However, still being wrapped in the sheet you only made it a few steps before it tangled around your feet and for the second time that day, fell to the floor. Luckily for your already bruised body, there was carpet on this one. Unluckily, your actions seem to have shifted something in the three men’s mood.

Sam was closest and his hands took hold of your already sore wrists and pulled you up against his body.

“Oh, baby. Why did you do that? You weren’t listening to Steve were you? You only get what you want if you behave…..”

The purr of his voice was menacing and you couldn’t help but shiver, the sheet wrapped around you starting to bow down to gravity. His eyes, which under other circumstances would have entranced you, were hooded and cold.

“But that little stunt was not what any of us would call behaving. Which means you don’t get what you want. But I can assure you that we will.”

His lips crashed down on yours, hot and demanding. His passion was unrestrained, and you could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh. His lips forced yours apart and you squeaked into his mouth as his tongue pushed past your teeth. It crossed your mind to bite him, but as if you had broadcast the thought, Steve’s voice whispered in your ear.

“Don’t even think about it, bunny. You made us cross by trying to run. Just think how angry we will be if you try to hurt one of us……”

As his hands helped the sheet make its final journey to the floor, he nipped at your lobe both a warning and also a promise. Sam pulled his mouth from yours, lifting you up and tumbling you back onto the bed. You made to sit up, but the metal hand of the Winter Soldier spread across your stomach, easily pinning you down.

“Я хочу тебя попробовать”

His head dipped, dark hair falling across his face and his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, causing your body to arch and a cry to leave your throat. There was a chuckle, but whether it was from Steve or Sam, you couldn’t tell.

But it was Steve who captured you mouth this time, his tongue tangling with yours as he moaned into you. The stress of the day and the conflicting feelings and sensations running through your body were making you dizzy. You couldn’t stop your body responding, and part of your brain was telling you that you might as well enjoy it if you could. If they had merely wanted to slake their needs with your body, they would have done so, they had no need to make it pleasurable for you. However, your pondering was disrupted by the feeling of lips on your inner thighs, Sam’s by process of elimination. His hands pushed your thighs wide and he settled between them, before using his dexterous fingers the pry your folds apart.

“So pretty….,” he mumbled before licking a stripe up your core and diving into your pussy like a man starved. Bucky continued to worship your breasts, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh in turn, and all the while Steve made out with you, one hand holding your chin still, the other pining your wrists above your head. You’d given yourself over to the pleasure now, Sam having to hold your hips down as he ate you, against your subconscious attempts to increase the friction. Your back was still arched under the Winter Soldier, and you mewled into Steve’s mouth. You could feel your orgasm closing in on you, the pressure growing in your abdomen. You were teetering on the edge when Steve pulled his mouth away from you.

“Stop!”

The command left his lips and immediately Bucky and Sam pulled back. You whined as you felt the pleasure slip away and you opened your eyes, searching Steve’s face. He smirked in return.

“We told you, bunny, you don’t get what you want unless you behave……”

The other two men were shifting on the bed, and when you looked you saw that Bucky had removed his clothes. Your eyes trailed down over his solid body, and cut abs, drawing in a breath when you saw his cock, hanging heavy between his thighs. He was beautiful, despite the scarring on his left side. The light in the room reflected off his metal arm. You didn’t want to think about the damage it could inflict on you. He crawled up your body, the expression on his face feral.

“Ты будешь кричать, когда я тебя испорчу.”

You were still none the wiser as to what he said, but it sounded like a promise. He began to push his way into your wet core and you cried out, desperate for something to hold on to, but Steve still had hold of your wrists.

“Fuuuuuuuckkk!!”

“That’s the idea sweetheart.”

Steve’s voice teased you but you were still distracted by the feeling of Bucky splitting you apart. He was rocking gently, but firmly, working his whole length into you. When he bottomed out he rested his head on your chest, but the reprieve only lasted a few moments. He raised his head again, took his lower lip between his teeth and pulled back, almost leaving your cunt, before slamming back in again. He set up a brutal pace, and he bit at the skin around your breasts. The pain and the pleasure mixed within you, making you delirious, breathy moans leaving your throat.

You felt a tap on your lips and turned your head to find Sam knelt on the bed beside you. He had shed his clothes as well and held his own thick dick in his hand. He traced the head over your mouth, painting you with his pre-cum.

“Come on sweetheart, be a good girl and open for me….”

You’d like to say that you obeyed through a sense of self preservation, but to be honest, with how aroused you now were, you just wanted to suck him, choke on him. You ran your tongue over your lips, tasting his essence, before opening to let him in. He filled your mouth with his cock, and you massaged the veins on the underside of him with your tongue. When Bucky thrust hard you moaned, which forced an answering one out of Sam. He took hold of the headboard for leverage and started to fuck into your mouth.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Taking it so well. Starting to behave now. Be good to us, we’ll be good to you….”

The coil inside you was tightening again, you were so close. Tears were leaking from your eyes as you gagged around Sam, and your hips moved to meet each of Bucky’s thrusts, your legs wrapped around his waist. And then Steve did it again.

“Stop!”

Both men stilled their movements and your eyes went wide as you looked at Steve. You tried to move your head, jerk your hips, but you were held immobile by all their hands and Steve smiled coldly at your desperation.

“Do you get it now sweetheart? Do you promise to behave?”

Sam pulled back from you, and you coughed before you answered.

“Yes.”

Your voice was hoarse, but your response clear.

“Good.”

At Steve’s nod his partners recommenced their pleasurable assault on your body. You let your eyes close, and when Steve let go of your wrists, one of your hands went to Sam’s hip and the other to Bucky’s shoulder, giving you the illusion of some kind of control over what was happening. Having been denied twice it didn’t take long for you to be on edge once again.

Bucky whispered unknown nothings in your ear, gruff and low, whilst Sam babbled his filthy thoughts almost non-stop. Steve remained silent, and you would have forgotten he was there if it weren’t for the fact that he was stroking your arm and hair as he watched you fall apart.

Sam was the first to come, spilling deep into your throat, praising you all the while. He continued with small thrusts into your mouth until he was sure you had taken every drop of his cum, before moving back, replacing his cock with his mouth and kissing you passionately. Then, because he now had more space, Bucky upped the ante. He pulled your legs up over his shoulders, and rose up onto his knees, thrusting into you even harder and at an angle that made you see stars. A litany of sounds left your throat and you gripped his biceps, your nails digging into the flesh of his right arm.

And then you were screaming, as your pleasure washed over you, shaking your whole body.

“Такой узкий, зайчик. Я сказал тебе, что заставлю тебя кричать.”

Bucky grunted in your ear and you felt him twitch and pulse inside you, flooding your pussy with his cum. He moved off you and you lay in a daze on the bed, panting as you tried to regain your breath. For a moment you forgot about Steve, but he certainly hadn’t forgotten about you. The hands that had been stroking your arm and hair moved down your body, running over your breasts, your abdomen, your hip.

“Open your eyes for me bunny, there you go.”

It took you a few moments to focus, but he was now naked, leaning over you. His body was captivating in its beauty, golden skin and ripped muscles. His hands ran back up to your upper arms, and in the blink of an eye he had flipped you both, so that he was lying on his back and you were straddling his hips. You could feel his cock resting against the crease of your ass.

“I want you to ride me, show me and the boys how well you can behave and do as asked. You behave and we’ll be sweet on you, treat you right. You’ll be our girl. But if you don’t behave, you deny us, then you will be punished. And you really don’t want that, sweetheart.”

One large hand came down and swatted you on the ass.

“So giddy up!”

You lifted yourself slightly, reaching behind you to take hold of him. Fuck, he felt big in your hand. You glanced down and gasped. He was so thick! Steve chuckled darkly at your reaction.

“I’ll fit, don’t you worry bunny. The boys got you all relaxed 'n wet for me. And in no time at all you’ll be able to take me first, get used to me stretching you out and filling you.”

He placed his hands on your hips and started to pull you down, impaling you on his cock. You were grateful now for Bucky’s release slicking up your channel and that they had allowed you to come. Despite the slow way in which he was pressing into you, you knew you would have had problems accommodating Steve if he had been first.

When your groin was flush with his you let out a whine. He allowed you the chance to adjust for a few moments, before he moved your arms so your hands were braced on his abs. He looked at you, an eyebrow raised in challenge. You responded by lifting your body, feeling his length rub against your insides, before you sank back down with a cry. He was pressed against every sweet spot inside you, pleasure darting along your nerves. You rose again, repeating the action, this time drawing a moan from the man beneath you. A flood of power washed over you, and the speed of your movements increased.

You were using him now, your eyes closed again as you just focused on how he felt inside you, how your clit brushed up against the trimmed thatch of his pubes every time you sank down. Part of you was aware that Sam and Bucky were knelt on either side of you, but it was brought home when you felt lips sealing around both your breasts. You had to move your arms, so your hands were resting between each man’s shoulder blades. Steve’s hands stroked your thighs, strong thumbs pressing into the delicate skin of the inner curves. One hand moved higher and you shuddered as he found your clit, rolling over it in smooth circles.

You ground down, clenching your walls and rotating your hips. You cared for nothing except your own pleasure now and you were suffused with it. Your second orgasm washed over you as if a dam had burst, wave after wave taking you away from the pain and fear you had been suffering, not just today, but over the last few years. Tears rolled down your face at the physical and emotional release.

“Good girl, bunny. That’s it, fuck…..so pretty, so good for us….”

Steve’s words cut off into a moan as he came, his hips bucking up into you as he rode out his pleasure.

“Everything’s better when you behave……”

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Bucky says;

- Steve, I can smell her. So sweet...

- I want to taste you.

- You will scream as I ruin you.

- So tight, little bunny. I told you I'd make you scream.

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