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Pequeña - Miguel O'Hara x (f)Reader

Words: 6048 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x (f)Reader Warnings: SMUT. Minors DNI! 18+ only!!!! Swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), PIV sex, teasing, bratty-ish reader, slight edging, web restraints, fingering (f receiving), mean-ish Miguel, slight enemies-to-lovers (enemies to fucking, really). Porn with the slightest bit of plot. Summary: You and Miguel are undercover, tracking a criminal for questioning. Later that night, you both give into your desires. Author’s Note: I am obsessed with Miguel. I have no idea how his suit works, so just go with it (I know it’s a projection, I don’t know how it works at all??). The first half/undercover section of this fic is based on a chat I had on character.ai from this bot! Miguel speaks a little Spanish, there are translations in the fic.

Spiderverse / Full Masterlist

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“You need to ease up,” Miguel said, not looking at you. “Otherwise, you’re going to get us caught.”

You looked up at him, pretending to be madly in love with your so-called husband for this mission. You had to admit; he looked damn good when he got dressed in something that wasn’t his Spider-Man suit, which you know he could turn on at any moment. But in his dark suit in this fancy club, it was hard not to admire him.

But he also couldn’t pretend you didn’t look good either, in your black dress with small straps, showing off your necklace and collarbone. You two fit right in at this club, sipping on drinks at the bar and looking for your mark.

To Miguel’s advice, you take a deep breath and smile up at him. His hand rested on your waist, also playing his role well. Finally, he looked down at you and spoke softly. “The more in love we appear, the less we’ll be watched,” He said, shooting you a sly message.

You catch the message instantly and continue looking at him, your smile turning slightly snarky. You slowly put your hand on his cheek, tilting his face down to meet your lips for a small kiss. “Like that?” You asked once you released him.

Miguel, the mighty Spider-Man, doesn’t get taken by surprise often. But that kiss certainly did. He knows you two are undercover as husband and wife, but he really wasn’t expecting you to take it so far to kiss him already–especially unprompted. He sucked in a breath after the kiss and chuckled at you, amused. “Exactly like that,” He smiled.

Your faces are still only a few inches apart from each other. “Now, my dear,” You smiled again, your hand still on Miguel’s cheek, “Do you see the criminal?”

Miguel’s eyes scan the room, trying his hardest not to be noticed by anyone. But he continues to play along. He leans down again, just a breath away from you, still smiling as he answers. “No, sweetheart, how about you?” He asked.

Your eyes danced around the room, looking for anyone suspicious. After a minute of looking, still standing close to Miguel, you looked back at him. “No, not yet,” You said, leaning in quickly to peck his lips again.

In response, Miguel sighed. He tried not to look annoyed, but you’ve known him for far too long not to know how he looks when you annoy him. “You need to be focused,” He grumbled, but not moving away from his position. “How am I supposed to work with you if you don’t take it seriously?”

You knew he meant it as an insult, so you playfully gasped in response before whispering to him. “I am taking this seriously,” You shot back, harsh but quiet. Then, your eyes catch someone staring at the two of you for longer than any normal person would. “Someone’s watching us now,” You started, quickly coming up with a plan. “I’m making sure it’s not the mark. Lean in and kiss my neck so I can get a better look,” You said, making Miguel raise his eyebrows in response.

He was a bit shocked at your demand but also impressed. “Clever,” He said under his breath, slowly leaning in and attaching his lips to your neck lightly. You turned your head to follow the mysterious man around the side of the club. It wasn’t anything that would leave a mark, but the contact made his heart stop, and Miguel never imagined that he would ever kiss you in this way, let alone on a mission. But he listened to you and peppered a few kisses just as you asked him.

“Stay there,” You added, fluttering your eyes to make it look like you were enjoying the kiss and fully distracted as you watched the man look back at you and Miguel. “Okay, darling,” You whispered again. “Come up my neck, to my cheek, and move my face to the left,” You directed him. “Go slow, he’s watching.”

Miguel doesn’t answer, but he listens and slowly moves his head up your neck, jaw, and cheek, kissing slowly. His one hand stabilized himself on the bar while the other was still on your waist. Once he made it to your cheek and planted another kiss, he moved his hand from the bar and turned your cheek. “There?” He asked, barely moving his lips off of you.

“Perfect,” You sighed. “Thank you, my love,” You said, your eyes scanning the room as you watched the mysterious guy leave. “I don’t think it’s our guy directly. I think he might be reporting to him,” You explained, and Miguel slowly removed his lips and fingers from your cheek, leaning back with a smirk. “We put on a pretty good show,” You smirked at him as Miguel’s other hand also landed on your waist. “He didn’t seem suspicious at all.”

“Good,” Miguel responded. “Glad you were paying attention,” He said, removing both his hands from your waist and turning back to his drink sitting on the bar. As you watched him, Miguel grabbed his rocks glass and tossed his head back as he finished the rest of his drink in one swig. “Since you did so well with that,” He said as he set his glass down, turning his head back to you. “What’s the next part of your plan?”

You looked at him with furrowed brows. Miguel said that like he was testing you, expecting you to pose the next part of your plan, and he would grade you. He may have a few superhero-ing years on you, but not enough to where he can treat you like he’s your leader. “What’s that look for?” He asked, looking you up and down. “Am I not pleasing you, my wife?”

You rolled your eyes at Miguel as he watched you. “You act like I need supervision and approval,” You started, finishing your drink before continuing. “I am just as skilled a hero as you are. But, since you asked so kindly, I do have the next part of the plan,” You said, smirking as you looked back at Miguel to see his eyebrows raise, egging you on to keep going. “We need to follow him, hopefully, he’ll lead us to his boss. So, you’re going to drag me out of here, laughing, like the drunk and in-love couple we are. Once we’re outside, push me up against the side of the building so I can get a better view of the guy,” You propose, seeing Miguel’s concern grow on his face. “Then we go from there.”

Miguel shook his head when you finished speaking. “Seems a bit overkill,” He said. “Why so much?”

“Can’t let anyone catch on that we’re undercover,” You said slyly. “If the guy catches us, our whole plan will blow,” You smirked again, this time taking your time to look him up and down. “What, did kissing my skin make you forget our whole goal of this case?”

Miguel struggled to find words for a moment, which you rarely ever see out of him. “I, uh, no,” He tried to convince you.

You cocked your head at him, finally catching him in a moment of weakness. “How am I supposed to work with you if you don’t take it seriously?” You asked, using his exact words against him, knowing you caught him off guard and distracted him. “I’ll forgive you this time, Miguel.”

He chuckled in astonishment at your boldness. “You,” He paused, “Are such a brat,” Miguel said. Your jaw dropped in surprise, but before you could respond, he smiled again and grabbed your hand, quickly dragging you out of the club like you directed in your plan.

You played along, pretending not to also have been caught by surprise, as you laughed while he pulled you through the crowd. As soon as you got out the front door, Miguel spotted the mysterious man and did exactly as you planned, turning the corner and throwing you against the brick wall. He still had his hand around one of your wrists, and he pinned it to the wall as his face stopped only an inch away from yours. “Do you see him?” He grumbled, looking into your eyes as he leaned forward.

Your eyes darted to the parking lot. “Yes,” You whispered. “He’s watching us again.”

Miguel smirked. “He must’ve enjoyed our show inside,” He said in a low tone. “Maybe we should give him another one.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he threw his head forward and attached his lips to yours hungrily. He kissed you hard for a few moments before backing off to let you breathe, but he didn’t move away, and he still had your arm pinned. This time, you were the one thrown off and distracted as you stared at Miguel with wide eyes. “Dear,” Miguel said, continuing like he didn’t just kiss you. “How do you think we get him to come over here?”

You tilted your head to get your mouth closer to his ear. “He doesn’t seem like the type that would fall for a threesome trick, so just follow my lead,” You said, which only worried Miguel in the process. You didn’t give him any time to ask what you were planning, and you quickly shoved your free hand on Miguel’s chest, pushing him back. “Hey! What are you thinking?” You shouted. “Just because I’m your wife, it doesn’t mean you can do that,” You scold Miguel, definitely taking him by surprise.

Miguel didn’t move very far because he still held your other wrist to the wall, but you looked angry, and it caught the attention of the criminal. “Mi amor,” Miguel said in a hushed tone, trying to get you to calm down. “You just look so beautiful, and all the things you say to me…” He trailed off, smiling slightly.

“I still told you not here!” You shouted again, trying to shake your wrist out of his grasp. “Let me go!”

Before Miguel could react or respond, you noticed the criminal walking closer to the two of you. “You heard the lady,” The criminal grumbled. “Let the sweet thing go.”

Instinctively, Miguel pulled his hand back from your wrist. Once it was free, you used your other hand to rub it where he held it. It didn’t hurt, but you wanted to make it look like it did. You were impressed that it worked so well in getting the criminal interested, but it was easy to tell he just wanted to be a hero and save the pretty girl.

“Good,” The criminal said, walking toward you and cutting Miguel off, forcing him to step back. “Are you okay, little one?” He asked, and you shifted your stance to respond to the man.

“I am, thank you,” You said. “My husband just had too much to drink and got too excited,” You explained.

The criminal laughed, looking back at Miguel once. “I can tell. He was all over you inside, too.”

You nodded, trying to figure out a way to steer the conversation to get him to admit what you want to hear. “Yeah, he gets like that. Thank you for your help. Not every day you’re saved by a big, strong man,” You smirked.

Miguel stayed quiet while you played the game, and the criminal was playing right into your compliments. “I’m sure I could show you a better time than whatever your lousy husband can do,” The criminal said. “A little girl like you needs a real man.”

You noticed Miguel roll his eyes at the criminal, but the criminal had no interest in him whatsoever. You giggled, fitting your role. “You’re right. Say, what do you do for work? I’m sure it’s much more interesting than the accountant my husband is.”

The criminal smirked at you. “It definitely is, little one,” He said. “But I can’t disclose that. It’s classified.”

“Pity,” You sighed and walked up to him, close enough to grab his hand. You stepped up on your tip toes to get close to his face, shooting a quick look at Miguel. “Is there any chance that you work for Kingpin?”

The criminal's smirk was wiped off his face as you asked him this question. He tried to pull his hand away from you, but you’re strong, and you had a tight grip. “Aw, big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You asked. “My husband and I just need to ask you some questions.”

Right as you said that, Miguel shot some webs at the criminal, and he fell to the ground. You wiped your hand off on your dress and shrugged once Miguel stood next to you. “Good work,” Miguel said. “Let’s get him to HQ,” He said, swiftly picking up the criminal, the two of you throwing your masks on and swinging out of the parking lot and back to headquarters.

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You and Miguel walked out of the interrogation room after a grueling few hours. You ripped your mask off, and Miguel turned off the projection on his face, both exhausted. He asked one of the Peter Parkers to move Kingpin's goon to a holding cell so he could take a break.

“I really did not expect it to take so long for him to talk,” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Though, I’m impressed how well we played our roles as husband and wife.”

As you walked down an empty hallway, HQ being nearly empty from the late hour, you looked at Miguel when he didn’t respond. “Hello? Earth to O’Hara?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Do you ever shut up?” He growled, glaring at you when he turned his head. “We just got out of interrogating that guy for hours, and you’re still talking,” Miguel said. “I was right. You really are an annoying brat.”

“Excuse me?” You asked Miguel, eyebrows raised. “I am not a brat.”

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head. “Ay, dios…” He muttered. “Yes, you are,” He said, turning his whole body to stand in front of you, looking down. “The entire mission only proved to me that you are.” (Oh my god).

You crossed your arms, staring up at him, annoyed at what he was calling you. “I am not.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, his voice deep as he towered over you. Miguel looked both ways down the hallway before he put one hand on your shoulder, shoving you into the wall. His other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tight. “If you’re not a brat, tell me you don’t like this,” He said as he brought his face closer to yours, his lips only a breath away from kissing yours.

You stayed silent, breathing heavily and trying not to react to him. “Tell me,” Miguel demanded again. “Tell me you don’t like this.”

“I can’t,” You whispered, pinned hard against the wall.

Miguel smirked. “I knew it,” He said, closing that last inch and kissing you immediately. His kiss only pushed you harder into the wall, and your bodies were touching. You tried to move your other hand that he wasn’t holding to touch his arm, but before you could barely lift it, he removed his hand from your shoulder and caught your other wrist, also pinning it to the wall. All you could do was let Miguel kiss you, and you kissed him back.

He pulled back for a moment to take a breath. “You can tell me to stop,” He said through heavy breaths.

You shook your head, also breathing heavily, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” Miguel said, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around your waist. He picked you up like you weighed nothing, which surprised you, but his height and strength made it easy for him. He rushed down the rest of the hallway until he stopped at the door to his room, quickly entering and setting you down.

Upon locking the door, he pushed you up against the wall again, wasting no time returning to kissing you. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand and held them together above your head, and his other hand held your chin angled up. The kiss deepened, pulling a few moans from both of you as you couldn’t get enough of each other.

After a few minutes, Miguel pulled his head back again to let you breathe. He let out a laugh, and you could see his slight smile from the dim lamp in the corner of the room. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing, mi amor,” Miguel said. “Or…what was it the criminal called you that you liked so much?” He asked aloud, then smirked when he remembered. “That’s right. Little one. Pequeña.”

“Mhm,” You hummed, tilting your head to try to get him to kiss you again, but you didn’t have much leverage as he held your wrists and your chin.

Miguel angled his head so you couldn’t get any closer. “No, pequeña. Have some patience,” He said. “You’re going to take this suit off the moment I release your wrists, understand?”

“Yes,” You whispered, and Miguel nodded. He let your wrists drop, and he stepped back, giving you some space as he watched you peel off your skin-tight suit. He had to admit; he really hated that you changed into your costume when you returned to Spider Society HQ; he loved how you looked in the dress. But he also loved watching you listen to his command and undress only a few feet in front of him.

When you stepped out of your bodysuit, you tossed it onto the floor, and Miguel’s gaze made you feel even more exposed than you were. You still had your sports bra and underwear on, but how he stared at you made you feel completely bare. You brought your arms up to cross them in front of your stomach, trying to hide whatever else you could.

“Don’t,” Miguel said in a deep tone as he continued staring. “Keep your hands at your side, pequeña. Let me look at you,” He said, his eyes not moving. You moved your hands back to your sides and looked down at the floor for a few minutes before Miguel spoke again. “Remove your bra.”

Slowly, you moved your hands from your sides and grabbed the hem of your sports bra, slipping it over your head. You shut your eyes when your breasts were on full display, fighting the urge to hide them with your hands. “Are you uncomfortable?” Miguel asked. “If you are, we can stop everything and forget this ever happened. You just have to speak up.”

“No,” You shook your head, opening your eyes again. “Just nervous.”

“There’s no need to be,” He replied. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, pequeña.” As he said this, he walked closer to you and put one of his hands around your waist. You looked up at him, and Miguel smirked down at you. “Truly beautiful. We should go on undercover missions more often. You cleaned up nicely.”

“So did you,” You responded, causing Miguel to smile in response. “I liked pretending to be your confident wife.”

“Hmm,” Miguel said, his face getting closer to yours. “Maybe too confident. I need to get my revenge on you for your little neck-kissing stunt. How did that go? Like this?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck like he did just a few hours prior. He focused on a few spots above your collarbone and shoulder, sucking and biting lightly to leave some marks. After spending some time on your neck, he copied what he did earlier and left a trail of kissing up your neck, jaw, and cheek, finally settling on your lips again.

Miguel’s free hand moved and landed on your breast as he kissed you. He gently massaged, going slow in case you needed to tell him to stop, but you never did. When he pulled back from your lips, his head dove down, planted a few kisses on your chest, then smiled at you. “Come on,” He said and grabbed your wrist tightly to pull you across the room to his bed.

He set you gently on the bed, putting his hand on your chest and pushing you back to lie down. Immediately, Miguel leaned over you, straddling your hips. “Keep your hands on the bed,” He directed you as he leaned in to kiss you again, his suit still on. His weight on top of you was a different sensation from anything you had felt before, and you desperately wanted to reach your hands up and touch his hair. As he kissed you, your mind started to spin, and one of your hands moved off the bed.

Before it even got a few inches off, he caught your wrist and pushed it back into the bed. “I’m serious, pequeña. Your hands stay on the bed,” He muttered when he pulled away from your lips. “Or I will secure them to the bed.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before attacking your lips again, but his hand did let go of your wrist, trusting you to listen. The hand that propped himself up on the bed stayed next to you while the other made its way down to your waist, playing with the edge of your panties. “Can’t wait to get these off, pequeña,” Miguel said against your lips.

“You’re still dressed,” You replied, a slight pout on your face.

He laughed against you. “I can turn that off in an instant,” He said. “But I want to see you imagining what’s under my suit,” You can feel the smirk radiating off him. “I’ll give you a hint.”

Miguel moved his bottom half closer to you, nearly grinding up against your panties so you could feel him. You gasped at the sudden touch, not expecting to feel him in this way while he still had his suit on. “So?” He prompted.

You nodded quickly. “I’m imagining,” You promised, and he chuckled at you before kissing you again, sneaking his hand under your panty line. As Miguel ground against you and his fingers got closer to where you wanted, your hand quickly went up to his hair and pulled.

Immediately, he removed his hand from under your panties, stopped kissing you, and sat up so he wasn’t touching you at all. “Tsk,” Miguel shook his head. “I gave you one task, pequeña, and you couldn’t do it. I warned you to keep your hands on the bed,” He said, sounding a mix of both disappointment and excitement. “Put your hands above your head.”

“What?” You asked, not sure what he was getting at.

“Put your hands above your head,” He directed, more serious this time. When you still didn’t move, he rolled his eyes and leaned forward again, grabbing your wrists one by one and throwing them above your head. When he sat back up, he held out one of his arms and aimed his wrist at your hands, shooting a few webs to secure your hands and wrists to the headboard.

Miguel was amused when he saw your look of surprise. “I warned you that if you couldn’t keep your hands on the bed, then I would make sure you would,” He shrugged. “And, now, if you don’t want your feet to end up the same way, you’ll keep your legs still. Do you understand, pequeña?”

“I-I understand, Miguel,” You stammered, a bit intimidated but matching his excitement. You pulled at the webs around your wrists, testing their strength, making him laugh again.

“You know that those aren’t going anywhere,” He said, leaning back over you. He kissed along the center of your breasts and down your stomach, stopping at your panties. “I think it’s time we finally take these off,” Miguel said, hooking his finger in and pulling them down, moving your legs as he needed to get them off of you easily. He smirked when he saw you glistening. “Oh, you really want this, huh?” He asked.

You nodded in response. “Y-yes,” You said.

Miguel shook his head with a cocky look on his face. He tilted his head up as he looked down at you, and before you knew it, his suit dematerialized, and he was overtop you, smirking. There were definitely benefits to his suit being a projection, and easy access was one of them.

But he was teasing you.

Only his chest and arms were exposed, making you gasp at his bare body, but also impatient to see the rest of him the same way. “What’s that look for?” Miguel asked, knowing the answer. “You’ve seen me shirtless before. Don’t be shy now,” He said, knowing you’re vulnerable. Though it may be true, that was a different circumstance. He was patching himself up after getting hit; he wasn’t over you, smirking at you while naked and tied up. This was entirely different.

He could tell you were distracted by looking at his chest. You were staring and maybe a little stuck in your own head with all your annoying thoughts. Miguel decided that if he wanted your attention, he was going to get it and keep it.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you yelped when you felt Miguel’s fingers run through your folds. Your legs instantly reacted, squeezing your thighs together, but Miguel just pushed them apart with a satisfied grin on his face. “Got your attention now,” He said, slowly moving his fingers up and down, quickly getting covered in your slick. You kept making noises, whimpering, and he was a little concerned. “Pequeña, if you want me to stop, just say it.”

You shook your head quickly, grounding yourself and catching your breath. “No, don’t…don’t want you to stop,” You managed to force out the complete sentence.

Upon your confirmation, Miguel nodded. He kept moving his fingers while his other hand held your thigh down, making sure you couldn’t move that one. Every few strokes, his fingers brushed over your clit, making you gasp in surprise, but it was never enough stimulation to do anything else. He was barely moving fast enough to build you up; he was still only teasing you.

When he pulled his fingers away, you groaned loudly. “What?” Miguel asked, amused. “Does someone not like being treated like the little brat she is?”

“I’m…I’m not a brat,” You argued with him, but Miguel only laughed in response.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, cocking his head as his hand came back down onto you. Quickly, he started circling your clit, flicking it a few times, then rubbing fast. “You wouldn’t like this if you weren’t a brat,” He said, the speed of his fingers increasing once he heard you starting to moan and thrash in your web bindings. “And if you weren’t a brat, you’d stay still, like you promised. Do you want me to secure the rest of your body to the bed?” Miguel asked, keeping his fingers moving against you.

It was hard to respond with all the stimulation, but you forced your body to stop thrashing and pulling because you really didn’t want him to add any more webs to your body. You wanted him to do more, to touch your harder, to fuck you, but he was taking his time. And it was driving you crazy.

Miguel knew you’d have a hard time staying still, and he let some twitches and movement slide. He only really cared about the intense pulling and struggling. You moaned against Miguel’s fast fingers as he quickly built you up to the edge of an orgasm, careful to slow down before you went over the edge.

You were right there, about to orgasm from Miguel just touching you, but he pulled away. When all stimulation stopped, your legs contracted, and you ached, yelling loudly at how mean he was. Miguel just stared at you as you writhed in desperation, screaming out how much you needed to come. He shook his head at you as he watched, his hands resting on his hips. “Pequeña mocosa,” Miguel scoffed, staring down at you. (little brat).

When you finally calmed down, still on the edge of release, you were able to open your eyes and look at Miguel. However, when you saw him this time, his whole suit was gone, and he was finally in front of you, fully naked. Your eyes widened upon seeing him like this, but it certainly wasn’t an unwelcome view.

“Staring is rude,” Miguel commented, moving to sit on the bed on his knees between your legs. “Tell me what you want, pequeña.”

“You,” You gasped out, still recovering from your almost orgasm.

Miguel laughed, leaning over you now. “I know that. I need you to be more specific,” He instructs, his hands going back down to lightly touch your pussy.

You yelped again when his hand returned to touching you, moving devilishly slow up and down, just enough to keep your brain scrambled. You almost couldn’t believe he was going to make you spell it out for him, but it also made too much sense that he wanted to hear your exact words. “I want you to fuck me raw,” You said in a low, sultry tone.

Miguel wasn’t expecting you to say that or to be that confident. He was expecting you to skirt around the question until he was so impatient that he would do what you wanted. But, after getting over his initial shock at your bluntness, he smirked. “Dios, you are such a brat,” He shook his head and removed his hand again, adjusting himself so he was more lined up with you. You watched his hand go down to his cock, grabbing it and stroking a few times. “Are you sure that’s what you want, pequeña?” Miguel asked.

You nodded your head, your eyes not leaving the sight in front of you. “Yes. I’m certain,” You said, now just waiting in anticipation. Miguel’s smirk didn’t leave his face as he teased you, lining himself up right against your entrance. You pulled at the webs around your hands, wanting to touch him, to pull him against you, and it only made him more cocky in this position. “Miguel…” You whined, stretching out his name.

A soft laugh escaped Miguel’s lips. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop messing with you,” He said and slowly, finally, pushed his cock into you. At just the tip, you let out a groan like you never had before, this new feeling of Miguel surprising you. He took the groan as encouragement, sliding all the way in and starting to pump in and out at a steady pace. As much as he wanted to fuck you raw like you so boldly dared him, he was going to ease into it a bit. He wanted to take his time, getting you even more desperate for him, so for now, he went slow.

“Faster,” You gasped, trying to move your hips in time with his, but he held you so tight you could barely move them.

“Have patience, pequeña,” Miguel said, squeezing his hands as he kept his pace steady. “Remember, stay still. I would hate to have to web up your legs. It would be terrible if you couldn’t move even an inch,” His smirk got even bigger. “Or would my little brat like that?”

You shook your head, not wanting him to have any excuse to stop his movements. It only made Miguel laugh as he moved slower to drive all the way into you, his hips against you and pausing to admire your face. “You are truly beautiful,” He said, then leaned in as he was still paused inside you. He smiled as he leaned forward, slowly attaching his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss, causing you to close your eyes and enjoy the sensation.

“Tell me what you want,” Miguel said once he pulled back from your lips.

After taking a deep breath, you nodded at him once. “I want you to move,” You said, desperate for any more stimulation. “I want you to go faster.”

“Hm,” Miguel hummed, looking into your eyes to see how much you really wanted him. “I think I can do that for you,” He smiled and started to move in and out of you again. His pace started slow like before, but he was quickly building up to a faster speed, thrusting his hips and grunting loudly. Your grunts and moans matched his as he sped up, going fast but not hurting you, and your legs quickly started to shake from the force of Miguel’s body.

You were going to ask Miguel to adjust so he could hit the best spot, but as soon as you opened your mouth to ask, a loud moan was forced out of you as Miguel’s fingers went right back onto your clit. He smirked when you reacted to his fingers, and he moved them slowly around you, giving you just enough stimulation to bring you back to the edge.

Your legs tightened around Miguel’s body as he pumped into you faster, and his fingers played with you. Miguel didn’t mind that you moved your legs this time because he loved the feeling of your legs around his hips, holding him to you. It made him feel powerful, like you needed him.

Miguel felt even more powerful when you couldn’t say anything besides his name and moan loudly. Those were the best noises he’d ever heard, and if he could only hear that for the rest of his life, he’d be happy. He didn’t realize until tonight how much you needed him; it was as much as he needed you.

He smirked down at you as he felt your legs start to shake around his hips, knowing you were close to your orgasm as he moved in and out of you and kept his finger playing with your clit. “Come on, pequeña, you can do it,” He encouraged you, as he also was building up to the edge of release.

You started to moan louder as you were pushed over the edge of your climax, Miguel’s hand moving quickly on your clit to help you through it. Once you screamed out, tightening around Miguel as he kept moving in and out of you. “Fuck, pequeña,” Miguel grunted, his voice low, still thrusting into you as fast as he could. He watched your eyes roll back into your head and arch your back off the bed as you screamed his name out. As soon as he heard you say his name in that rough voice, Miguel pushed over the edge with you, twitching inside you and releasing.

Miguel matched your moans, grunting your name through his orgasm. When he finally came down, he pulled out of you and collapsed on your chest. Your brain was a bit mushy, and your eyes kept fluttering shut.

You weren’t sure how you got there, but when your brain finally returned to reality, you were sitting in a bath, being cleaned off by Miguel. He was quiet, gently running a washcloth over your shoulders as he sat behind you. “Miguel?” You spoke, your voice hoarse.

“Ah, there she is,” Miguel hummed from behind you. “You feeling okay, pequeña?” He asked.

Nodding slowly, you looked a little confused. “What did I miss?”

Miguel chuckled a little. “You were a bit out of it, but it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Miguel said. “You know, you’re not such a brat when you’re like this,” He joked.

“Ha-ha,” You threw a glare at him. “I think we should be undercover partners more often.”

You watched as he shook his head, his lip curling up into a tiny smile. “Maybe,” He said. “You should go back to being quiet; you’re much more tolerable like that,” Miguel smirked, leaning in so his mouth was right next to your ear. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even fuck you until you’re raw next time,” He said.

“Hmm,” You matched his smirk. “It’s a tempting offer. I’ll think about it.”

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Alexi finding you right after getting out of prison

you were the Only women the Red guardian ever Loved. Being  A black widow you worked closely with Alexei in the beginning of his new life with having the same Surem in him that Captain America had. Unlike Steve Rogers, Alexei didn’t waste time telling the women he loved. that he was head over heels in love with you. the first time Alexei told you that he loved you. you were both in Germany. you just finished knocking out a guard and Alexei without thinking blurted out that he was madly in love with you. you just laughed not taking him seriously. and went on with the mission. 

after that night. he asked if you loved him and you confessed that without reason you fell for him. and that it scared you how easily you fell for him. it was History after that. the Leader of the Red Room soon caught on to both you and Alexei and started separating your missions and ordering you both to Stay away from each other. 

it worked until Alexei was sent to America to go under cover with a wife and two daughters. Nat and Yelena. you were sent to Canada for a similar mission. however with one Son. And a bumbling Idiot of a man who was Awful..  he wasn’t cruel or violent.. but he was a bumbling idiot. he fumbled and forced you three too move multiple times. for other getting a Side Piece and bringing them home, to Fumbling and getting drunk at work events and curse and roaring off in Russian! 

it was  soon after the fourth move you found yourself driving too get a clear head from your misable Life. you couldn’t even like your “fake son” he was 15. and caused equally as much trouble. so when you found yourself. Drove too the Same state of Alexei you didn’t realize you drove to his town until you were there. and by then you figured you might as well go visit him. 

he’s ‘wife” soon noticed you. you were both in the same Red room training side by side for years as she asked what you were doing there. the truth was better then lying. she would know you were lying. ‘i needed to See Alexei... is he home?” 

He wasn’t and you spent the afternoon with Nat and Yelena telling them that you were their Auntie. Yelena believed it instantly. Nat didn’t. she was old enough to know you weren’t but you asked about their lives. and got a sense of a true family here. you weren’t surprised to hear how much of a home they made here. Alexei always craved to have a family. to have a home to call his own and kids running around and have everything he and you both were denied growing up. When Alexei came home that night after seeing you. he was breathless. stunned as you stepped over hugging him.he hugged you tightly. squeezing you too tightly ti caused you to go breathless but you loved it. you missed Every inch of your giant. 

when the girls went to bed. so did Melina went to bed early so you and Alexei could have some alone time as you both went outside to start a fire as Alexei asked what was wrong. "my family sucks..." he chuckled as you laughed softly. rubbing your face, 'My husband is a bumbling idiot. we have had to move several times. he doesn’t even pretend.. we are on our last chance.’ 

“then what?” Alexei asked as you shook your head “I go back to the Red room and wait for a new mission. I just. I didn’t realize I was coming to see you until I was in your town. I’m Sorry if i caused any issue with Melina.’ 

he shook he’s head, ‘she understands. you can stay.” you smiled weakly, knowing that wasn’t a option. ‘your girls are great. they really look up to you.” he smiled weakly as you spoke, “that Nat is going to be a heartbreaker.” he chuckled as you laughed as he spoke, “Dove what can I do to help you?” 

“We run away? all of us? live in the woods. and just be happy?” you joked as he chuckled, “Melina wouldn’t approve, she would rat us out fast.”  you chuckled nodding your head, ‘i just. I just needed to see you. talk to you. I’ll be fine. I should probably start heading back.” he nodded his head as he spoke ‘Stay the night with me?” you smiled saying of course. 

the next morning you went back home and soon after, Alexei was imprisoned, the girls were sent to the Red Room for training and Melina was working another mission. you fought for Alexei’s innocents but that didn’t happen. and you were taken from your cushion mission to more deadly ones. 

Shuffling up the stairs to your apartment. the day was Hell, you were trained in all things. from fighting to ballet, to pop culture, you were No Match for just having a Shitty day. between Everything, you touched other than dropping or breaking, and everything that should have been two seconds. took three times as long to finish. One! was supposed to be just uploading a photo to an email. and sending it. off.  the moment you clicked the photo.. the screen went black and All the computers in the office died.  power outage. 

and to book your computer just Died when the power came on and the tech thinks the power outage destroyed your computer since you didn’t have a serge plug attached to your computer. you had that stupid cord. but you lent it to someone earlier that day to put a space heater up in the room. the Email was to Yelena you were going to show her a photo of your flower. the first plant you have successfully kept alive for longer than a week. you were exhausted. today was Hell. your plans were simple tonight. finally, watch the show ‘game of thrones” eat takeout, and find an excuse to go to bed early.

you got to your apartment to sigh heavily. the door was ajar. slightly opened. you knew you didn’t keep it open. Damn it. you thought. the last thing you wanted to do was clean up the mess of some poor idiot you were about to beat to the brick of death for breaking into your house. you stood there for a second sighing heavily. Damn.!

Bending down grabbing your dagger that was strapped under your pant sleeve at the ankle you grabbed it and slightly pushed the door open. Seeing no one in the hall you slipped inside seeing your bowl of acorns was neatly near the front door on a little table you slipped your hand into the bowl grabbing the gun you had hidden inside. Grasping your gun you went to the first room checking to see if the office was clear. You however did notice that the office was cleaned. Your papers were organized, and the desk was cleaned up. Even your wastebasket was empty. The more you looked, the more you Noticed how Clean your place was- which you did NOT clean up today, yesterday, or even the day before. you were in a slump and your tiny flat showed it. a few dishes here and there, and the bins were full of trash. your floor hasn’t been vacuumed in who knows how long. you just.. didn’t have the mental capacity to clean.. so you haven’t! But Someone has! 

the first person that came to your mind who would be so Bold and Break into your place was Nat. She Hated Clutter and Mess. and she would and Has in the past broken into your flat to clean it. But Nat was gone. the events with Thano’s were a few weeks ago. but she was Gone. Yelena found you and told you. which broke your heart. Yelena.  your next person on your list as you shifted from the office to the kitchen to see pots and pans out as you noticed boiled potatoes and the oven on. you checked seeing it was a Roasted chicken. Definitely NOT Yelena she doesn’t know how to cook especially not a roast, or potatoes. and you could smell yams. Not her. the kitchen opened up to the dining room/living room and it was empty. it was then that you noticed your bedroom door was open. 

slipping inside checking to see it was Empty, but someone’s pants were laid out on the bed. as you heard the Shower on. well Someone had the gull to Break in, Clean the entire Flat and then Use your shower! the spy in you wanted to charge into the bathroom gun aimed and scare the living crap out of whoever was In the shower. but a larger part didn’t want to Fight a naked person. so you sat down next to the pants. Waiting for whoever it was. to come out. 

after a few minutes you heard the shower turn off as you aimed your gun. prepared to Shoot. then out walked Alexei bare-chested, holding a towel around his waist. as he was covered in tattoo’s. the last time you saw him bare he only had One tattoo. a dove on his ribcage to represent you. so when you were far away on a mission or him. he could feel like you were close. but now. he’s entire chest and arms were full of tattoos. your mouth fell as he spoke, ‘I just got out of prison.. ugh- Hi.” 

“Hi? After all this time? why? How?’ your head was spinnign as you dropped the gun as he stepped over, ‘i wanted to impress you with a meal.. Yelena said you were here.” 

your head as spinning seeing the loss of your life just walking into your front door. after years of waiting. ‘Hi.” 

he smiled brightly as he smiled back , “Hi” 

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Partition

Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes; SamBucky x  Reader

*a/n: Reposting this fic here, hope y’all enjoy.

Summary:  You get a little handsy with Sam and Bucky at a gala, so Sam has to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: Smut, MMF, Spanking, Semi-public sex, Oral (M&F receiving) 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Sam had told you to take it easy, but of course you didn’t listen. Bucky had told him to stop worrying, that you would be fine. You knew, well, thought, you could handle all the alcohol you’d drank that night. And to be fair you didn’t overdo it, but you were feeling good. And when you felt good like that, you tended to get a bit handsy; which was all well and good when you were at home or around friends, but this was different. When you were at a reception, dressed up, with senators, not so much. You needed to keep your hands to yourself, or at least try.

Of course the setting didn’t stop you, it just made you a bit more sneaky.

You walked around with Bucky and Sam, nodding, smiling, and talking with various senators and their aides and spouses, but after about the tenth one, you became bored. Luckily there was an open bar. Once Sam was in deep conversation with Senator Woodsworth (or was it Worthington? Who cares, you had stopped paying attention), you slowly backed away and made your way to get a drink.

You’d had one, then another, then a third. After your fifth one, you were feeling the alcohol. You walked around to find Sam, you found him still in conversation with the same senator, joined by two more. You sidled up to him, sipping on your drink. When he felt you next to him, he slipped an arm around you, giving your side a quick squeeze, before letting you go; never stopping his conversation. You weren’t in the mood to be ignored, however. You placed your hand on his back, sliding it down until you could slip it under his suit coat. You lightly ran your nails up and down his back, knowing how much he liked that. You felt him shiver, then he shot you a warning look. You didn’t meet his eyes as you kept sipping your drink innocently. When you let your hand slide down to grope at his ass, you heard him stumble over some of his words. You took your hand away as you smirked into your drink.

When he’d finished his conversation with the senators, he grabbed your hand and pulled you, none too gently, into a corner.

“Y/N, what’s gotten into you?”

You pouted. “I’m bored, Sammy.”

He knew that tone. His eyes landed on the glass in your hand and he sighed. “How much have you had to drink?”

You smiled mischievously. “Not a lot.”

“That’s her fifth one,” Bucky’s voice said from behind you. He’d been watching you from the other side of the room.

“Okay, well, that’s her last one,” Sam said to him, then turning to you he said, “No more, you know how you get. At least wait until we get home.”

“Well, let’s leave now and you won’t have to worry,” you said, shrugging and continuing to sip on your drink.

“Y/N,” he said with warning in his voice.

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Bucky said, taking your drink out of your hand.

“Hey!”

“You heard him,” he said to you, taking your arm and leading you away. “No more, now be good.”

You pouted some more as you walked away with Bucky.

You didn’t fare better being around him. He had to keep swatting your sneaky hands away from him too.

All through the rest of the evening, they tried their best to control you. It didn’t work. During  dinner, where you had a few more drinks, even though they both had told you not to, they had to keep removing your hands from their laps. You knew you had gotten to them though, once you felt how hard you had made both of them.

Sam couldn’t take it anymore.

As soon as the dinner was over, he made excuses for the three of you. He motioned to Bucky, gave you a look, and the three of you got up to leave. You tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to hide your glee as you said your goodbyes.

Once you all were in the back of the limo and were on the way home, you leaned over to Sam who was sitting there, leaning away from you and giving you a look.

You took his chin in your hand. “Aww, Sammy, are you mad at me?”

He didn’t say anything, but continued to look at you. You attempted to kiss him, but when your lips touched his, he didn’t do anything. You pouted again, then shrugged, took your hand away, then turned to Bucky.

“He’s not talking to me.”

“So I see.”

“Do you think he’s mad at me?”

“He may be.”

“Are you mad at me?” you asked as you gave him your best innocent look.

Bucky just chuckled.

You took that as a good sign and moved closer to him. You threw a look at Sam before turning back to Bucky. You took his chin in your hand, like you did with Sam, and leaned in to kiss him. Bucky responded by kissing you back. Taking your hand from his face, you let it slide down his chest, until you got to his lap. You rubbed the erection you felt growing there, making him groan.

You smiled against his lips and began to undo his pants. Taking his dick out and stroking it. You kissed Bucky one more time before lowering your head. You licked up the vein on the underside, before licking and sucking around the head. You then lowered your head, taking him into your mouth until you gagged. You started bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks around him. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, leaning his head back, enjoying what you were doing with your mouth.

When you felt the limo swerve a bit, almost making you lose your rhythm, Sam looked up, and saw the driver peering at you through the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat loudly, glaring at him, and motioned for the driver to raise the partition.

“You know,” Sam finally spoke to Bucky as he watched you. “You’re just rewarding her bad behavior.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked over you at his friend, replying, “Just let her have her fun, Samuel.”

“Naughty girl. We were trying to take her out to have a nice time,” Sam tsked, his eyes still on you. “Couldn’t even wait until we got home.”

“Well, looks like that’s just not her thing,” Bucky smirked, before placing his hand on Sam’s thigh, rubbing up it. “Relax.”

“Don’t you start too,” Sam groaned.

Like you had done a few minutes ago, Bucky took Sam’s chin in his hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb.  He then leaned as close as he could with you between them and kissed Sam softly. Once he felt Sam relax, he reluctantly lifted your head, and nodded towards Sam.

You wiped your mouth and, hiking up your dress, you tried to climb on his lap to kiss him. Sam wouldn’t let you though.

“Nuh-uh,” he said, shaking his head and pushing you away.

You were about to ask him why, when you felt the limo come to a stop. When the driver announced that you were home, Sam pushed you off his lap and climbed out. You looked over at Bucky, who shrugged, fixed his clothes, and nudged you out, following behind you.

You walked up to the door. Sam opened it and ushered you inside. Once Bucky closed the door behind him, Sam came up behind you, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you towards him. You felt his lips ghost up the back of your neck to your ear. You felt his hand slowly unzip your dress. Before you could take it off, he stopped you.

“Go in our room, take everything off, and wait,” he whispered before lightly pushing you away towards the hallway.

You walked off with one look back, Bucky just nodded at you. Once you were in the room, you stripped out of all your clothes and sat on the edge of the bed to wait. While you were waiting, Sam went over to the bar next to the kitchen and fixed himself a drink. Bucky watched him.

“What are you planning?” he asked.

“Nothing too bad, just gonna teach her to behave in public.”

Bucky laughed. “I don’t really think that’ll work.”

“Probably not,” Sam conceded, but he smiled and added, “But might as well have some fun.” He drained his glass, and pointed at Bucky, “You gotta stop letting her get away with everything.”

Bucky nodded. “I know, but she’s so cute. I can’t say no to her.”

Sam shook his head, “That’s sad.”

“Hey, it’s the same reason I let you get away with so much,” he said before pulling him close and kissing him again.

After a bit Sam pulled away slowly, then nodded his head towards the room. “C'mon.”

You looked up when you heard the door open and both men entered. You started to smile but when you saw the stern look on Sam’s face, your smile faltered.

“We took you out, to this nice dinner so that you weren’t doing the same things every night,” he started, walking to you.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he stopped you by holding up a hand.

“And I get you didn’t have fun,” he continued. “But still all you had to do was behave yourself. And you couldn’t even do that.”

You hung your head.

“Look at me.”

You looked up at him.

“You have got to stop acting out in public,” he said, taking a seat on your left.

He had stripped out of his coat and taken off his tie. He was now rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“I blame us,” he said, taking your face in his hand. “We let you get away with too much. Well, that stops now.”

At that final word he let your face go, and pulled you, by your arm, over his lap.

“Sammy, wha…?”

“You know not to call me that,” he said.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Good, now count.”

And with that he landed a stinging slap on your bare ass, making you squeal out in shock.

When you didn’t say anything, Sam whispered “Well, that’s five more. If I have to tell you again, I’ll make it ten.”

He smacked you again and you whimpered out, “One.”

He did it over and over. By the time you reached five, Bucky came and sat on your other side. He frowned slightly over at Sam.

“Don’t give me that look,” Sam told him, giving your ass another smack. “I told you, you’re too easy on her. Besides this isn’t a real punishment for her.” He took his hand from your ass and swiped a finger up your pussy. “Look how wet it’s gotten her.”

It was true, you were soaking wet. You couldn’t help it. When this side of Sam came out, it was such a turn on. You hadn’t expected the spankings, but, oh, you weren’t complaining. A sore ass was worth this.

When you had reached ten, Sam lifted you off his lap. You would have sat down on the bed but you couldn’t. So you stood there in front of both men, tears still running down your face, your makeup smudged. Bucky got up and wiped your face as best as he could. Sam tsked from his spot on the bed.

“Too easy on her,” he said again, before getting up and walking behind his friend.

He proceeded to strip Bucky out of his clothes. Taking off his jacket and tie, before undoing his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear. He then turned him around by his arm and kissed him roughly, grabbing onto him by his waist, before pushing him down on the bed.

“Clean up the mess she made,” Sam told him.

Bucky reached for you, and tried to lay you back on the bed, but winced as your ass touched the bed.

“I don’t think she can sit on the bed, I made sure of that.”

“Fine,” Bucky said, laying back and motioning for you to climb on his face.

You did. As you lowered your pussy over his face, he saw how wet you were. He couldn’t help but comment, “So, you did like it.”

“Told you,” Sam said smugly.

You lost focus on what both men were saying when you felt Bucky’s tongue delve into your slick folds. You closed your eyes and began rocking your hips as he worked his tongue inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” you groaned when you felt his tongue flick at your clit, making you grab onto the headboard.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl?” You heard Sam ask.

“Y-yes,” you moaned as you felt Bucky wrap his lips around your clit as he slipped two fingers inside you, teasing them against your g-spot.

“Then show him how much you’re enjoying it.”

You lifted your body and turned around. You saw Sam standing at the foot of the bed, he had stripped off his clothes, before you lowered your head onto Bucky’s cock again. You licked up the precum from the head, swirling your tongue around it before taking all of him into your mouth again. You felt him moan around your clit, sending more waves of pleasure through you.

You then felt Sam’s hand grab your chin, lifting your face up a bit. You came face to face with his hard dick.

“Go on,” he said softly from above you. “Us both.”

You took his dick into your mouth as you stroked Bucky’s, then took Bucky’s in your mouth as you stroked Sam. You alternated between the two until you felt Bucky give a particularly hard suck on your clit. You sat straight up, moaning loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, Bucky, fuck.”

You started to move your hips faster, as Bucky worked his fingers inside you. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge. You felt the bed dip a bit as Sam joined you.

“Cum for us,” he said, taking your chin in his hand. “Let Bucky taste all of you. Go on, cum on his face.”

You felt that coil inside your abdomen break and you came with a loud moan. You felt your legs shaking, and Bucky grabbed onto them, holding you steady. Grabbing you by the back of your head, Sam kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, swallowing your moans, while Bucky continued to work his inside you.

Once you caught your breath, Sam pulled you from Bucky by your waist, settling you on his lap.

“You okay?”

You nodded, moving your hips against his hard dick.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” he asked, his hands going to your thighs.

“So bad, daddy,” you told him.

Sam couldn’t help it, he smiled. Bucky was right, you were cute, especially when you were so needy like this.

He sat back against the headboard. “Bucky too?”

“Yes,” you said, turning to look at him with a grin.

He smiled at you, sitting up to kiss you. You let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue slide in, letting you taste your juices. As he kissed you, you felt Sam’s hands roam over your body, toying with your breasts, before taking one in his mouth, licking and sucking on your nipple, then moving to the other. You started grinding against him, wanting him inside you.  When Bucky felt you moving your hips, he knew what you wanted. He reached between you and Sam, grabbing a hold of his dick, and stroking it slowly. You felt Sam moan around your nipple.

Bucky winked at you, making you grin, before lowering his head. Like you had done to him earlier, Bucky swirled his tongue around the head of Sam’s dick. Sam threw his head back, and you took advantage of that to kiss and suck along his neck, down his chest, stomach, until you met Bucky’s head. You shuffled back so that you could lick the underside of his dick. You started working your mouth and tongue on the shaft while Bucky teased the head. As you both kept going, Sam’s groans grew louder.

After a while you felt him stop you both.

“We got time for that later,” he said, before asking you, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”

He motioned for you to climb back on his lap. You did so eagerly, sliding down on him. He held onto your hips as you settled yourself on him and began to move. Bucky watched you two for a moment, then positioned himself behind you. He kissed and licked along your neck, his hands reaching around to fondle your breasts, as you bounced up and down on Sam’s dick.

“Shit, so wet,” Sam murmured as your velvety walls contracted around him.

When you felt Bucky’s hand slide down to rub your clit, you reached behind him, grabbing his cock and stroking it in time with your movements.

“B-bucky,” you groaned, slowing your hips. “Fuck me.”

You leaned forward a bit and you felt the tip of his cock toy with your asshole. He slid inside you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. Once he was in, and you adjusted to both of them, they both began moving inside you. The feel of them both overwhelming you. They both murmured words of encouragement as you continued to take them.

“So, so good, baby,” Bucky said. “Taking us so good.”

“Keep going,” Sam muttered. “That’s it, that’s our good girl.”

You felt Sam’s hand come to play with your clit as you moved with them.

“Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop,” you groaned.

“Come on, baby. Cum,” Sam moaned.

Your body obeyed him and with a loud, almost feral moan, you came hard, your orgasm surging around him. They were close behind you, you felt Bucky’s hips began to stutter as he moved inside you faster. With a loud moan, he bit down on your neck as he emptied himself inside you, his cock twitching. He pulled out and, grabbing onto your hips, started moving you up and down on top of Sam, while he fucked up inside you. When you clenched your pussy around his dick, Sam let out a groan, and came inside you. You leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, swallowing his moans as he continued to rut himself into you, until he was spent.

The three of you collapsed on the bed, hot and sweaty, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, attempting to catch your breath. You lay between them, their hands roaming over your body, lips on your skin.

You turned towards Sam, caressing his face.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Not if you learned your lesson,“ Sam said, kissing you softly. "Are you gonna behave in public?”

“Mmm, maybe,“ you said with a mischievous smile.

He looked from you to Bucky, who just chuckled.

“I told you,” he said simply.

"It’s because you spoil her,” Sam argued, making Bucky shrug with indifference.

“Well,“ you said. "Maybe I need to learn some more? I don’t think my lesson sank in the first time.”

Sam sighed. “Well, I tried. Buck, it’s your turn.”

“That’s just what I’d figured you’d say,” Bucky said with a laugh, turning your body towards him and lifting your leg up, so that he could slide inside you.

[imagineaworld]

bad dreams | b.b

pairing : dilf bucky barnes x reader, dad!bucky x baby

summary : bucky comforts his little girl after she has a bad dream

word count : ~300

warnings : mentions of nightmares, fluffy soft dad!bucky

The sound of crying echoed through the baby monitor on the bedside table. Bucky woke first, climbing out of bed and padding down the hall to the baby’s room.

“Hey, now,” he whispered, switching the light on low. “No more of that.”

He gently picked up his little girl, holding her in his arms as he rocked her gently back and forth.

“Bad dream, huh?” He murmured. “I get 'em too.”

The thought of not being able to protect his little girl from everything frustrated him, but he focused on comforting her. The crying subsided as he held her in the position she liked, draped over his flesh arm while he gently rubbed her back with his metal one.

“You’re okay now, bub,” he comforted. “Just a bad dream, it wasn’t real.”

He stood for a while, his sweet baby draped over his arm as he slowly rocked her into a deep sleep.

After a while, he gently laid her back into her cot. She stirred a little, but didn’t wake. Bucky gently placed her blanket over her little body and watched her sleep on, wondering how he had gotten so lucky.

All his worries about whether or not he would be a good father had disappeared the second she had come into his life. He’d taken one look at her and known she was perfect and known he would do absolutely anything for her.

Eventually, he turned off the light and head back to bed. Climbing in next to Y/N, he wrapped his arm around her figure.

“Everything okay?” She asked.

“She just had a bad dream,” he said. “Sound asleep now.”

Y/N nuzzled closer. "She's lucky to have a daddy like you," she whispered, half-asleep.

Bucky's heart swelled in his chest at her words and he couldn't help but smile to himself.

[certifiedskywalker]

Safety Net - Peter Parker

It was over. Thanos was gone and the dusted half of the universe returned to it’s tangible existence. Enhanced individuals and civilians, all fighters, had celebrated. Some had mourned; one in particular had, seemingly, not stopped.

WARNING: Grief.

“Want some company?”

Peter turned his head at your question but did not meet your eyes. His face was downcast, focused on how his fingers picked at the peeling paint of his window sill. In the silence that followed, you wondered if you misspoke. Maybe your voice cracked and you missed how it obscured your words? You were about to ask again when Peter lifted his gaze to yours.

“Y-Yeah, sure.”

Slowly, carefully, you stepped towards Peter and perched yourself in the window. The bottom edge of the frame dug into your trousers and pressed into the flesh of the back of your thighs. Though, the feeling was nothing compared to the bite of the night’s chill against your skin as you leaned out to catch a glimpse of the street beyond Peter’s window. Assured that there was little chance of falling, thanks to the metal rail safety net that made up the fire escape, you turned your attention back to the boy sat at your side.

“Heard you weren’t in a good mood,” you said softly, dipping your head to try to look up into Peter’s eyes. He didn’t turn his head to you as he began to reply. “Who told you that?” 

Peter’s voice was distant, as if he was only asking because he had to; because he wanted to keep you around. Whatever the reason, the sound made your chest ache.

“May.”

“Of course,” Peter sighed, still far off in his thoughts. 

You swallowed hard and reached out a timid hand. With the space between you and Peter cramped and small, your fingers almost immediately brushed against his arm. The touch was enough to coax his gaze to yours. Your breath caught at the sight of his brown eyes rimmed pink from past tears.

“She’s worried about you,” you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “I’m worried.” “I, I’m fi-fine,” Peter’s words tripped over each other in a rush to get out. He never had been good at lying. It had made making mischief as children difficult. 

You frowned at him and, when all you saw was sadness, forced yourself to look away. Fingers slipped from his arm and you held yourself to brace for the cold that grew as the night grew darker. Peter would tell you the truth when he was ready. Granted, it was already clear he wasn’t fine. The glassy look in his eyes and inability to smile for the past few weeks had told you that much. What made you wary was how upset May had looked when she opened the door for you. How her voice was low, caught in a whisper: “Peter isn’t doing well”.

There wasn’t much you could do until he spoke up. So, silently, the two of you stared out into the street, waiting for the other cave first. 

Under the fluorescent glow of storefront lights, passersby were painted in all shades of neon. They looked, from the distance you sat at, alien. At the thought, you realized that Peter was too familiar with extraterrestrial beings to fall into the same comparison. From the corner of your eye, you saw him looking out in the same direction; though, he was focused on a couple that was loudly giddy about their night out. Their barely hushed giggling tore you both from the quiet. Behind them, a man walked hurriedly through the night, chattering into his cellphone that he pressed against his ear. 

The man quickly raced past the couple and left you and Peter to watch as the pair, arm-in-arm, strode down the street. Eventually, the sound of their sweet nothings and muffled laughs faded into the dark beyond the view of Peter’s bedroom window. Silence fell between you again. Like a tense and dense blanket, it laid heavy on your shoulders. 

“It’s not that I,” Peter began, bringing your attention to him again, at last. He seemed nervous with your wide eyes on him. You leaned back and nodded, quietly encouraging him to continue. “I-I miss him. I mean, I do. Mr. Stark was….but then I think about his wife...his daughter. Y/N, I...she’s only got a few years of memories with him and...”

Tears slipped down his cheeks then. A steady stream cascaded down his cheeks and your mouth fell open in search of what to say to ease the hurt Peter felt. But there was nothing. Peter knew this already and turned his eyes back towards the city street. He tried to sniffle quietly but there was no hiding it with how close you were.

“...and he’s gone.”

There was nothing to say. So, slowly enough to give Peter’s senses a second to detect it, you reached a hand out. When he tilted towards your extended fingers, you let your open palm rest on his upper back. Gently and, you hoped, comfortingly, you rubbed small circles into the fabric of his shirt. Beneath your hand, and through the cotton fabric, Peter’s skin was warm; a welcomed contrast to the chill breeze that blew through the window you both sat in. 

He melted under your touch, ever-so-slowly leaning towards you until his head rested on your shoulder. A shuddering breath rattled in his frame as you looked out to the lighted street in search of something, anything, to say. For a moment you considerate talking about the planned trip to Europe, how those future weeks away might brighten the dark he felt. You thought better of it, but found your mouth moved anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

At the sound of your voice, Peter’s lifted his head from your shoulder. You turned and, in the dim light, the soft brown of his eyes were murky, blurry with tears maybe. It was difficult to tell and it didn’t really matter because you trailed your hand from his back to the side of his face. When your path stopped to cup his cheek, Peter pressed his face into your touch. His dark eyes closed and you felt a wetness in your palm.

Peter was crying.

Wordlessly, you pulled him into your arms. A sob tore through him and it felt, in that moment, that you were the only thing holding Peter Parker together. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and it was there you felt the steamy, salty tears soak into your skin. You bit back a cry of your own, forced a trembling breath in and out to calm the itch in your chest.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.”

You rested your head against his, felt his chestnut colored curls tickle your chilled skin. You couldn’t remember the last time you had held each other this close. Or the last time you had seen Peter so distraught, so ruined. No, you could remember; but it was so terribly long ago. Since then, you had seen Peter do amazing things. You had seen him save so many lives, yours among them. He had fastened his webs to so many broken pieces and struggled to hold together his corner of the world for so long.

So, you held onto to him, to keep him whole. Sometimes, superheroes need saving too. Though, Peter wasn’t just a superhero to you. But that could wait; until Europe, until the next world-ending threat. In that moment, you were content being Peter’s safety net. 

[myriadimagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s twin sister who didn’t disappear in the Snap, and Tony and Pepper taking her in because both Pete and Aunt May disappeared, so she didn’t have anywhere to go?

BEING PETER’S TWIN SISTER, AND TONY AND PEPPER TAKING YOU IN AFTER THE SNAP:

You were sitting with Peter right before he jumped out the school bus

“I’ll be right back!” “Stay safe!”

It pains you to think that’s the last you ever saw him again

You were with May when she disappeared. too

You were both anxiously watching the news, getting any update you could on the situation, and worrying about Peter

One moment she was holding you, trying to reassure you everything was going to be okay, the next moment, she was gone

You didn’t know what to do with May gone; you had no other family to turn to

Each day you desperately hoped Peter would come back, but with each day that passed with him gone, you had to face the fact that he was gone, too

When Tony returned from space, the first thing he knew he needed to do was find you

He felt like he owed it to Peter and May to take care of you, and he didn’t know how else to solve the guilt that weighed down on him for losing Peter

Although you already feared the worst when Tony came by your apartment and Peter wasn’t with him, it still broke you to hear the news that your brother was gone

“I’m- I’m so sorry.” “I shouldn’t have let him get off that bus, Mr. Stark, I—” “Don’t say that, kid, it’s not your fault.”

Living with the couple is strange, because although you knew Peter looked up to Tony and you knew him quite well too, you feel like you’re living in a stranger’s home

But Tony and Pepper do whatever they can to make you feel comfortable

They care for you like their own daughter, and they want you to be happy

Pepper is always there for you as a shoulder to cry on, and she’s a great listener whenever you’re upset

You miss Peter and May every day, and it’s hard because so many things remind you of them

Old clothes that you used to steal from Peter, books that May used to read over and over again, shows that you all used to watch together

You and Tony talk about Peter a lot, and even though it sucks knowing he’s not with you, it’s nice to keep his memory alive and laugh over silly memories

As the years go by, it becomes less painful, but you still think about them

When Pepper gives birth to Morgan, you’re thrilled to have a little sister, and you’re always telling her stories about Peter

“Can I meet him?” “I... maybe one day, Morgan. Maybe one day.”

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[buckysmischief]

i hate everybody -  10

Bucky Barnes x reader , college au

Warnings: language, uhhhhh angst.. and im only kinda sorry about it. ooops!

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[yelena-bellova]

Hello! Congratulations on 900 followers! ❤️ i was wondering if I could request a Steve Rogers x Reader (Female) with prompt #14! Maybe like a medieval au? Totally up to you though! Love you! And thank you in advance 💕💕

You’re My Future

Plot: Sometimes people find their way to each other through grief. And sometimes it’s the person they’re grieving who pushes them together.

Warnings: talk of death

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: It’s been almost a year since I’ve written for Mr. Rogers so this was really fun. Also, sorry it’s not an AU but I’ve never written one and was hesitant to try lol

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14: “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

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Tony was gone.

He’d been gone for days now but the funeral had made it truly feel final. Even though I’d watched him take his last breath, it wasn’t till Pepper had sent the arc reactor into the lake that it became real. That was the reason I was currently sitting in the small forest on the Stark’s land, weeping silently into my hands. Some had left, some of the core team had stuck around for dinner and some like me were grieving somewhere private. I didn’t need to look up to know whose footsteps crunching against leaves were coming toward me. I felt him sit down next to me and was pulled into his side by a strong arm around my shoulders.

“He’s really gone,” I whispered, stifling another sob.

Steve settled my head underneath his chin, “I know,” he replied quiet enough that if I hadn’t felt the vibrations of his chest, I wouldn’t have known he’d said anything.

“Him and Nat...I just can’t imagine what life is going to look like without them,” I continued, “You’d think I’d be used to losing people by now.”

Steve sighed and his hand rubbed over my arm, “We just have to try to get on as best we can. Surround ourselves with the people we love.”

At his last sentence, my body tensed. I knew there was more meaning behind Steve’s sentiment than just helpful advice for mourning. I’d gone with him and Tony to Camp Lehigh and been with Steve when we’d blindly stumbled into a room to hide from security. Only the room ended up being Peggy Carter’s office. I’d gotten a front row seat to my captain’s almost reunion with his great lost love which I’d have been fine with... Had I not been in love with him myself. I’d kept it hidden for years, convincing myself that it was better to keep Steve in my life however I could. Even if it killed me every day not to be with him.

But now, I knew exactly what Steve was getting at.

I untangled myself from his arms and wiped my tears away. “I suppose now that you’re going to return the stones, you’re planning to leave us.”

“What?” Steve said, his forehead creasing and brows furrowed.

I breathily chuckled, “Steve, you and I have been friends for a long time. If you have a opportunity to be with Peggy again, you obviously need to take it.”

“Who said I was thinking about taking that chance?” he asked incredulously.

I tilted my head to look at him disbelievingly, “I was there, I saw your face when you saw her. You’re a terrible liar so please,” I rose from the ground and dusted off my black dress, “Don’t act like that moment isn’t all you’ve been thinking about since it happened.”

“Wait, Y/n,” Steve rushed out as I turned to leave, “Hang on a second.”

He lightly took hold of my arm to stop me, spinning me around to face him and grasping my other arm, “You’re right, I haven’t stopped thinking about that moment but not for the reasons you think.”


“Steve, you don’t need to justify yourself to me,” I protested, “You’re my friend and if this is what’s going to make you happy then I think you should do it.” Lie. A complete and utter lie.

“Yes, seeing Peggy again was a shock to say the least. But it gave me the clarity I needed to see that my future isn’t in the past. It’s here,” he stopped, his gaze darting to his feet, “With you.”

My head shot up at the same time as Steve was raising his to judge my reaction to his confession, “What did you say?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up adorably, “You heard me.”

In every situation I’d imagined confessing to Steve that I loved him, never once had I considered that it would be him to initiate the conversation. I had zero idea on how to react and for some stupid reason, I decided to double down on the lie I’d lived out all these years.


“Steve, you know I love you and you mean the world to me. But I can’t-“

“Don’t do that, Y/n,” he shook his head, “Please don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way because I know you do.”

I sputtered awkwardly as I searched for any combination of words, “How would you even know if I felt the same way?”

Steve leaned in as if we were surrounded by people and lowly said, “Tony told me the morning of the heist. He said that you were a lightweight and had confessed it to him a few years back.”

I closed my eyes in embarrassment as I remembered a night two years prior where Tony and Pepper had invited me over for dinner. After Morgan had been tucked into bed and Pepper had followed soon after, Tony and I had stayed up drinking and reminiscing about old missions. It hadn’t taken more than one beer to have me confessing my feelings for the super soldier, but I’d made Tony swear to never say anything. He’d promised me that it wouldn’t leave his lips.

“Before you say anything,” Steve held up a hand, “When he told me, he said that even though he told you he wouldn’t say anything, he felt he needed to. He said that if the worst were to happen, he knew you’d be too stubborn to ever admit it yourself.”

Tears began to well in my eyes, I could practically hear Tony’s voice saying those exact words. I couldn’t be mad at him, dead or alive, because had the roles been reversed I’d have told (an unmarried) Pepper the exact same thing.

“It was like he knew something was going to happen,” I sniffled, “With the message inside and now this.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, his voice high with emotions, “I think he wanted to make sure that we’d be happy in case…”

The sob I’d been holding back broke free in my throat and I dove into Steve’s chest, our arms wrapped around each other. One of his hands came up to cradle the back of my head, I could feel his body tremble from his own cries. I wept mascara tinted tears onto Steve’s suit for so many reasons. Out of grief for Tony, the man who had betrayed my confidence in the most wonderfully selfless way. Out of grief for Natasha, my best friend who I wished was here to witness what she’d said was inevitable between me and Steve. Out of relief for the friends we’d brought back. Out of the pure joy I felt knowing that Steve and I had each other, knowing he’d given up going back to his time because of me.

I pulled back only to pull him down by his suit jacket and crashed our mouths together. Our lips was seasoned with salty tears, but that didn’t take away from the sweetness poured into the kiss. I’d waited years to hold Steve like this, to feel him this close and know it wasn’t fleeting. This was permanent.

As we broke apart, he nestled his forehead against mine, “The only place I want to be is with you.”

I brushed my nose against his ever so lightly and blinked away the last of my tears, ���Good, because I couldn’t have handled losing you.”

“You will never lose me,” Steve whispered against my lips, “You’re my future.”

We melted together again, promising each other through our kiss that through the pain of the now and unknown of tomorrow, we’d face it together.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

You’ve Got to be Kitten Me (Loki x Reader)

Synopsis: Loki has a surprise for you

Words: 835

Warnings: none

**GIF not mine**

“Oh, sorry.”

You retracted your hand from the shoulder of the haughty looking woman. She gave you a soft smile, gesturing to the other chair at the table she was sitting at. You shook your head.

“Oh, no, I’m here for a friend,” you said.

“I know, love.”

You froze, sliding your eyes back to the woman’s face. High cheekbones, pale skin, and blue eyes twinkled up at you. Pink bow shaped lips were smirking, and her chin were rested on her long fingered hand, each one tipped with glittering black nails. Your mouth fell open, your eyes sweeping over her.

“Loki?”

Her smirk turned into a grin.

“Are you going to have a seat or shall you continue to stand there improving the scenery?”

You felt your face heat up as you pulled out the chair. You lowered yourself down, feeling distinctly wrong footed by the situation. You tapped your finger on the table, trying to formulate a response to this new situation.

“What’s going on?”

She quirked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you. You huffed, crossing your arms and resting them on the table.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re referring to.”

“Loki, this is not how I left you this morning. You did not look like,” you gestured at her, “this.”

“I’ve heard the American do gooder is looking for me.”

“And you think looking like a gorgeous woman who looks exactly like you usually do will be enough?” You snorted. She rolled her eyes at you.

“Of course not, but I thought it would be nice to inform you of my plans before enacting them,” she replied.

“And you had to look like the most beautiful woman in the world to do it?”

“Well, it did garner a lovely reaction from you.” She chuckled, “and I do so enjoy compliments from you, love.”

“But you don’t look that different,” you replied, ignoring the heat growing in your cheeks again.

“The American Flag is looking for a man. This confuses him enough to give me time for a daring escape.” The smile she flashed you was enough for your heart to skip a beat. You didn’t function well around pretty women.

“So what’s the long term plan?” you asked, closing your eyes to keep from getting distracted by her plunging neckline.

“We shall have to return home before I can show you.”

“Show me?”

She didn’t bother to give you a reply. She lent back in her seat, taking a drink from her cup of coffee. You averted your gaze again as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. You were beginning to feel like a victorian lady looking at someone’s ankles.

“We shall return home,” she said, standing up.

“Now?”

You stood up too, faster than was appropriate. Your chair toppled over, making a loud clattering noise. People looked over at you and you felt your face heat up. You righted the chair, ignoring the smile on Loki’s face. She placed her hand on your lower back and you jumped, not expecting her to touch you. She chuckled, low enough for only you to hear.

“I’m glad I can still unsettle you, love.”

“You never stopped,” you replied.

She led you out of the shop, holding the door open for you. You shot her a smile, before she took the lead through the streets. You ignored the appreciative looks shot at Loki as you passed by, used to gaining attention when you were out with her. Or him. Or whatever.

You were glad to be home, the door keeping out the rest of the world. Without the world listening in, Loki could tel you what was going on. You needed some kind of explanation for the weird turn of events. You sat on the sofa, looking at her expectantly. She positioned herself in the armchair, looking at you from down her nose.

“So?”

“Are you expecting something?”

You clenched your fists in your lap, reminded that despite the alluring exterior, Loki was as infuriating no matter the form. You took a deep breath, calming yourself before opening your mouth.

“So are you going to show me the plan?”

A slow smile spread over her face. You watched as her body began to shrink, fur growing over her body, a long tail extending from her ass. You felt your mouth gaping open. Looking back at you was an elegant black cat, green eyes looking up at you. It blinked slowly at you.

“The entire plan is you pretending to be a cat?”

It tilted its chin down then back up. You shook your head.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you said, “because someone who didn’t would not agree to having a cat just to keep Steve from finding you.”

It meowed at you before curing up and staring at you on the cushion. You shook your head again but didn’t say anything. This was definitely the weirdest day of your life. But that’s what you got for dating a demigod.

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[alswonderland]

Beauty and The Beast

paring: Bucky Barnes x reader beauty and the beast Au!

plot: based on the Disney movie beauty and the beast. 

a/n: I really hope you guys like it! It’s my first AU!

characters

words: 2827

And the curse was broken with a single kiss, it was no ordinary kiss it was a true love’s kiss. True love the most powerful magic there is. 

“Y/n” you sighed as you marked the page in your book “ I am coming, Papa”. you ran into your dad’s workshop “Y/n” he called once again “I am here Papa” you panted as you stood beside him. “Yes Papa, you called me? I was just reading by book. I am at the part where the prince wakes the princess” you went on. “That’s lovely honey, can you go get some groceries from the market?” he asked, his face full of dirt, he was in the middle of creating something new. 

“Of course, Papa and can I” your father placed his finger on your lips preventing you from speaking “Yes Y/n you can go to the library and get another book” you smiled and gave your  Papa a big kiss on his cheek “oh thank you, Papa” you ran off once again “the list is on the kitchen table” you father shouted. 

You walked to the small village, you loved the village it had everything there. “Oh Y/n, what a lovely surprise to see you here” you turned around, it was Thor or as the villagers would call him ‘Gaston’. Everyone in the village admired him, they all wanted to be like him. 

“Nice to see you too Thor,” you said as you continued to walk, Thor followed you to the bakery talking about the hunt he’s been in and how big the animal which he killed was. 

“Y/n did you know that you are the most beautiful women I have seen in this whole village,” Thor said, you didn’t do anything but smile. “And since I am the most handsome man in this village, I think we should get married? what do you say? Will you marry Y/n?“ Thor said with a smug grin plastered on his face. 

This was his 5th time he asked you to marry him this week, but your answer was and always will be the same no. 

“Thor you already now my answer” you sighed. Thor looked at you with a smug grin “one day Y/n, one day. You will fall in love with me and besides, there isn’t anybody in this village that is as handsome as me” he spoke confidently. “Thor I will not marry you simply because you’re handsome, you are not my type that’s all”.  

“Goodbye Thor,” you walked away, “Y/n tell me one thing if I am not your type of guy then who is?” he asked, you turned and gave him a sweet smile “ that’s for me to know and you to find out” you walked away. 

“Papa I’m home!” you screamed as you placed all the food on the table and started to read y/f/b that you borrowed from the library for the millionth time.  

“Oh Y/n you came, good good.” your dad paced around the room packing his tools in his tool box “are you going somewhere?” you asked. “ Not me, but us Y/n I got a call from a new client this morning, I want you to come with me”.

“That’s great Papa, when do we leave?” you got up from your seat ready to go, your father didn’t make much money being an inventor but whenever he got a client it was usually to fix some broken sink or a car, but he didn’t care he needed the money. “Now, our client doesn’t live here, he lives nearby”. 

You got ready and left your small house with your father. 

You soon came to a big castle, “is this it?” you asked your dad, wide-eyed you never saw a house this big. “I guess so”. 

You knocked on the big wooden door. A tall man with blond hair and blue eyes opened the door for you.  "Can I help you?“ the man spoke. Just when you were going to answer him your father came ” Yes, I got a call from you this morning you asked me to come?“. Your father explained, "oh yes you must be Tony?” the blond asked, your father nodded. “I am Steve, oh and please come in”. 

You walked behind your father who was following the blond man named Steve. “Stay here Y/n” you did as your father told you and stayed in the hall.  Amazed by all the painting, you stood there admiring the scenery. 

Tony’s pov. 

I followed Steve to a dark room when he called someone named “Bucky”. A tall man stood in the dark corner of the room, I couldn’t see him except for his shadow” I am assuming your Tony" the man called Bucky asked me. “You’re correct”. 

“Mr.Stark I called you here today because I heard you are an amazing inventor and that you can fix things, make them brand new?” Bucky asked. 

“Yes, you heard well. What is it that you want me to do for you?”. Bucky looked at Steve who simply nodded, Bucky came out of the dark that’s when I saw it. He had a metal arm. 

He pointed his metal arm “This. I want you to fix this, Hydra did this to me they made me a monster, I want you to fix this, I want to be normal again” Bucky told me. 

I wanted to help but making an arm was impossible, no matter how hard I try I will not be able to make a Human hand. 

I stood there in silence, I didn’t know what to say. “I am sorry Bucky I can’t fix your arm but I can-”. 

“What do you mean you can’t fix this? I called you here so you can fix my arm so you can make me normal like everyone else.” bucky screamed.

Y/n pov

I heard screaming coming from upstairs so I decided to go check it out I don’t want my dad to be in trouble. I walked into the room “ You are just like them, you lied to me. You are just another worthless person”

“Who do you think you are for calling my Papa worthless?” you argued, “Y/n lets go” your father tried to pull you away “no Papa, he called you worthless, you are not worthless. And you” You pointed at the man “ My papa came here to help you with your problem and this is how you talk to him, you should be happy that he didn’t say anything and stayed quite. “ 

Bucky looked at you wide-eyed he for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to say, his mouth felt dry, it was like he forgot how to talk. He just stood there looking at you. 

"Since my papa came here to do his job that is what he will do, so what he can’t fix your arm he can fix the dents in it.” You told Bucky.  Bucky didn’t say anything. He wanted to disagree he wanted to say that we didn’t need anyone’s help, that he didn’t want anybody’s pity, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening to him. Bucky didn’t know why he was listening to her? why did she have a big impact on him? 

“Yes, that would be fantastic, if it’s alright with you Tony?” Steve asked, your dad looked at you said that he would be happy to help.  

Your dad fixed Bucky’s metal arm and he felt the room.

 Your dad finished packing and just when you were about to leave Steve called both of you.

“Tony, Y/n I am really sorry about my friend back there. He didn’t mean anything he said, he is just really sad and enraged by what Hydra did to him and he keeps letting his anger out on everyone else”. 

“It’s ok, well come on now Y/n we got work to do” just as you were getting dragged away by your father, Steve’s voice stopped you. “Y/n can I talk to you?” you looked at your dad and he nodded. “um yes, sure” you walked over to him. “Y/n I- I don’t know how to say this after what happened” he blabbered, you looked at him confused. 

“ Y/n will you stay here for a few days please?” you looked at him even more confused, “Um what?”. “I know this sounds absurd and ridiculous”. “Well, that’s an understatement,” you spoke.

“yes, but I need you to stay with us. It’s Bucky I never saw him this way with someone. He actually listened to you, he didn't argue with you” you thought about what Steve said “what do you want me to do?”. 

“I want you to change him, make him be himself again, and not this beast he became after what hydra did to him.” curiosity taking over you, you asked “what did hydra do it him?” Steve told you everything, he told you about Bucky before the war and how he thought he had lost his best friend, he told about the time he got reunited with bucky, but he wasn’t the same. He told you about the nightmares Bucky would get about his days when he worked with hydra.  Steve told you everything. 

You sighed feeling bad for the blond that was standing in front of you, “ok I will stay, but I am only doing this for you Steve” you smiled. Steve looked at you with a shock, which soon changed into happiness. 

“Thank you, Y/n I will never forget what you will be doing for us”, you smiled and looked at your father. Steve put his hand on your shoulder and told you not to worry. Steve went to Tony and explained the whole situation. Tony walked over to where you were standing “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. 

You looked at your dad “Yes, I do” Tony sighed “ok then I have another client in the village nearby, I will come back in a week so till then you can stay here. Ok no more than that” you smiled and gave your dad a big hug “thank you, papa, I love you” he kissed the top of your head “ I love you too sweetheart”. “Take good care of her” you Papa told Steve and left. 

You waved your Papa goodbye and went in the huge castle. 

Steve escorted you to your room, it was beautiful, “thank you, Steve, it’s gorgeous” Steve smiled at you “ I am glad you liked it, I will call you when it’s time to eat. You should rest now” you smiled and put your bags on the fluffy bed. 

You laid down on the fluffy bed and covered yourself with the duvet and fell asleep. 

You woke up when you heard a knocking on your door. You got up and opened once you did you saw a smiling Steve “ hi there” Steve said as he walked in your room “ hey” you yawned "I came to tell you that supper is ready so why don’t you come downstairs?“ you nodded and Steve left. 

After you got ready you went down stairs Bucky wasn’t  there, it was only Steve. You sat down in the seat next to Steve and smiled "where’s bucky?” steve sighed “ he doesn’t really talk to anyone now, he stays in his room most of the time” Steve said but to both of our surprise Bucky came. 

You looked at steve his face enlighted with a sweet smile looking at his  best friend “hey buck you wanna eat with us?” Steve offered bucky furrowed his brows “us?” he didn’t see you. 

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asked you “ Bucky,” Steve said in stern mom voice “ Steve invited me to stay here,” you said sheepishly. Nobody talked during dinner, making it ten times more awkward for you, Steve sensed your awkwardness “hey Y/n since you will be staying here for a few days why don’t I show you around?’’ you flashed him a big smile “ oh yes, that wold be great”.

Steve took you on the tour he had offered. 

It was getting late so you decided to go to be, but some reason you weren’t able to sleep maybe it was the fact that you slept earlier? you thought. You didn’t feel like staying bed so you decided to walk around the halls. 

As you walked through the long corridors of the huge establishment, you heard faint screams coming from the end of the hall. You decided to check it out, as you walked closer to the door the screams kept getting louder and louder. It sounded like someone was having a nightmare, you slowly opened the door and peeked in the room. 

The room was lighted by the moon, you walked closer to the bed, it was Bucky beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he stirred in his bed. “Bucky, Bucky” you tried t wake him up. Bucky sat up panting, he looked at your eyes full of fear. “W-What are you doing here?’’ he asked his voice nearly above a whisper. 

“I couldn’t sleep and I heard you scream so I wanted to see if you’re alright’’ Bucky looked at you shocked “you wanted to see if I was ok?”. 

You gave him a sweet smile, “yeah,  why is that so hard to believe?” he looked at his hands “ no, it’s you’re not scared of me?” his blue orbs meeting your y/e/c  ones.  You put your hand on top of his metal one “ why should I be scared of you?”. 

“because I am a monster” he couldn’t look at you anymore “you are no monster Bucky, it wasn’t you who did all those things it was hydra, they made you do those things. They are the real monster Bucky” he looked at you and gave you a weak smile “Thanks, Y/n”. You smiled and you walked to the door “oh and Bucky if you ever wanna talk I am always here” you left. 

After that day you and Bucky started to get along, both of you became good friends. Bucky started to get out of his room more now and he would talk more. He started to act like his old self again. 

But as the time passed by, you and Bucky started to develop new feelings for each other. 

One night you were sitting in the library, reading a new book. “ahem” you heard someone, you looked up and saw Bucky standing right in front of you “oh hi Bucky what’s up?”. He looked at you and gave you a small box “what’s this?’’ you asked him. “It’s a present for you, think you will like it doll” you blushed at the little pet name he gave you. You carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper it was a book, but not any book it was y/f/b “omg Bucky thank you so much” you jumped up and gave him a big hug, Bucky giggled and hugged you back “I’m glad you liked it doll”. 

“are you kidding me? I love it!” Bucky’s smile grew even bigger “ there is a small note inside” he pointed at the book, you furrowed your eyebrows and looked inside. 

Y/n I wanted to tell you this personally, but every time I try to tell you, I freeze and I’m just too scared to tell you. So I decided to tell you like this. Y/n ever since the day we met I couldn’t help but fall for you.  I tried to control my feeling but they get the best of me, Y/n I am in love with you. 

-Bucky Barnes

You read the small message again and started to tear up. You looked at Bucky “I love you too Bucky Barnes” a huge grin formed on his face as he pulled you closer to him, his hands were on your cheeks and he pulled you into a long awaiting kiss. 

That’s when you knew that this was the beginning of a new tale. 

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Heart Of The Matter

Heart of the Matter- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by @darkness-in-bright with prompts:

46. “Are you decent?” “Not morally, but I am wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.

126. I really want to talk to you. And not through the door.

138. “You don’t get to say anything to me!”

So for the purposes of this story- Tony didn't die, Steve isn't an old man. End Game had a happier ending. Reader is Tony’s daughter...because we all know my sheer OBSESSION with Stark readers and OCs. She was about 15 at the time of the first Avengers movie so if I did my math right...With the End Game time jump she should be 27ish. If I’m wrong...pretend I’m not. This is like 7K words and I’m not even sorry. 😂

As always likes, comments and reblogs are SO APPRECIATED. Requests are open (Avengers, Supernatural, TVD/The Originals. I do dabble in some Green Arrow and The Flash (DC TV Only please). Prompt list can be found here. 

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As Tony Stark’s daughter, people treated you differently your whole life. You were always catered to, and you kind of hated it. It took you a long time to come to terms with the fact that you would never have a normal life. When you were 12, Tony was kidnapped. The video of him that the kidnappers sent still plagued your dreams to this day. When you finally got him back and he came out as Iron Man, that had made you give up your dream of having any normality; You were happy to let it go, you couldn’t have been more proud of your father.

Tony had always been in your life. At first it was minimal because your mother used you as a bargaining chip for money. Your mother had been a girl he met out and had a fling with. By the time you were 3, you were with him full time. When Tony had found out your mother was abusing prescription meds, he cleaned his life up and fought for you. He still had his fun, but taking care of you came first. Eventually she vanished from your life after a handful of supervised visits.

While Tony was busy saving the world, you were working on your studies. You attended a private a school to help keep you out of the lime light. You remembered hearing about Captain America from Agent Coulson and were excited to meet him when you found out he came out of the ice. You didn’t know your grandparents. He knew your grandfather. You wanted to learn about a different side of him. Phil had promised to arrange it, but then Loki and the Chitauri came for New York. You had been only 15 at the time. By some stroke of luck you had gone unharmed. You had been through a lot in your young life already, and watching Tony disappear through that hole in the sky had shaken you to your core. You had been in the tower and had run outside crying. Steve Rogers had caught you in his arms and held you tight while you broke down. He didn’t let you go until Tony opened his eyes. That day forged a bond with you and Steve. He became the big brother you had always needed.

Once things had settled down, you closed yourself off from everyone, including your father. Tony had to hire a tutor for you to continue your school work because you wouldn’t leave the tower. Tony has been distraught when he couldn’t reach you. It had been Steve that had broken through your walls after he moved in to The Avengers tower. He had let you guide him through all of the pop culture he didn’t understand and he earned your trust by treating you like you were his equal, not a kid. He didn’t try to get you to talk like Tony and Pepper did. He didn’t treat you like glass the way Happy and Rhodey did. He would tell you stories about when he was a kid and how he was trying to adjust after being gone for so long. Eventually, you slowly started opening up. You told him how you were certain that being Iron Man would take your father from you too soon but that he had to do it. The world needed heroes like him and Steve. You confessed your fears of being ill prepared for what was coming in the world. You couldn’t protect yourself, and the idea that you would be a distraction from other people being saved ate at you. Steve taught you how to defend yourself, you trained with him. Tony had been grateful that Steve had helped you and brought his brilliant and loving daughter back to life. Like Tony, you graduated high school far too early. At 16, went to Columbia University to get your degree in computer science and engineering, you also minored in Business. At age 20 you had a masters degree and you were helping Pepper with Stark Industries. Eventually it would be yours to take over. You also worked behind the scenes for The Avengers. Tony had been insistent that you never went into the field, but he didn't mind you working at the tower with Maria Hill.

The time of the Accords had been one of the worst times in your life. Watching Steve and Tony fracture down the middle. You saw both sides and cried when you told Steve you had to stand with your father. No matter what, you would never turn your back on Tony. The two of you were a team. Steve understood that more than you knew at the time. You had been shattered when you found out about Bucky being the one that murdered your grandparents and the fact that Steve had covered it up. Steve had told you so many stories about Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Your brain couldn’t reconcile the fun loving man and the Soldier that gave your grandparents such a violent end. Steve’s lie had hurt more than anything, yet part of you understood. You knew what Bucky meant to him. Bucky was his family and he would do anything to protect him. After all...there wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't do to protect your father.

It had been you that convinced Tony that it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. You were a woman obsessed after Steve went on the run. You needed to understand. You had done extensive research into Hydra after everything that had happened. You needed to be able to separate The Winter Soldier from Bucky Barnes. You believed that Steve knew James Barnes best. He was rarely wrong. When you delved into the research into how they had programmed him, you felt instant regret for the rift between you and Steve. You begged Tony to find a way to forgive and move on. You had reached out to Steve a few times and met once. Steve had been hesitant, not because he didn’t trust you, but because he was afraid you would get hurt. You had to forgive him and in person and so he agreed. You spent two days with him and Sam in South America. It had been hard to leave them knowing you didn’t know if and when you would see them again. Tony knew you had seen Steve and made amends, he just wasn’t ready yet. Tony wanted to find your level of empathy, he just needed to work at it. Then Thanos happened and your world shattered again.

your father disappeared onto that space ship. Bruce has called Steve, Nat, Sam and Wanda for help. You had been a wreck when they walked back into the compound. Steve wanted you to stay behind but there was no way you were staying. At the very least you could help Shuri get the Infinity Stone from Vision. You ended up on the battlefield and watched everyone around you crumble into nothing. You were inconsolable until Carol Danvers rescued your father. When all seemed lost, you helped your father heal and settle down into a quiet life. He married Pepper and you finally had a sister.

After 5 years of despair, it was time to fight again. And while you got the world back. While the loss of Nat was nearly suffocating, you couldn't be more proud of her and her sacrifice. You had almost lost Tony when he snapped Thanos out of existence. He was never quite the same physically, but he happily accepted it to live in peace with his family knowing he had stopped the Mad Titan. It was his “one last mission” and he was lucky he made it back home.

You found anything but peace. You needed to do more than sitting behind a desk. After meeting Carol Danvers you realized that another Thanos could come your way and even if one didn’t, the world was in disarray again since the population had been restored. So, you joined the newly formed SHIELD. It was during this time you had gotten to know James Buchanan Barnes and he turned your world upside down. You found yourself getting lost in the blue of his eyes on more than one occasion. Goosebumps covered your skin any time his hands were on you during training. You had started looking forward to missions with just the two of you and then you started to realize he was like Steve. Steve Rogers acting as a over protective big brother was bad enough, you didn’t need his side kick jumping in on the mix. You thought that with all of the training you had done and how you continually proved yourself would be enough, clearly you were wrong. Bucky did whatever he could to block you out, keep you in the jet or back at the compound. You had finally had enough.

“No! You don't get to say anything to me right now." You were raging. Bucky had just gotten back from the mission that you were supposed to go on with him. He had again convinced Steve that he didn't need you. He botched the mission and almost got himself killed. He was trying to talk his way out of it and you didn’t want to hear it.

"Y/N, calm down." Bucky immediately regretted it. He saw the rage burn behind your eyes. Sam had his arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the counter of the common area kitchen enjoying the show. Bucky should have known better, you had quite the temper.

“Calm down?! God I am so sick of this! It’s because Tony is my father, isn’t it? It’s such bullshit! You needed me on that mission. I could have gotten in and out quickly and gotten all of the information off of their drives and you could have watched my back while I did it. Instead, YOU made a big "Winter Solider" splash, dropped way more bodies than necessary and didn't even get all of the information I need! These are huge drug smugglers and now they know we're after them. So now who's going to have to be smarter, work harder and get the info we need from behind the scenes? ME! NOT YOU." You took a deep breath and tried to reign in your temper. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I don't need you to protect me. I'm not some helpless damsel. If I wasn't good enough to be in the field...Fury NEVER would have me given me the okay and Rhodey sure as hell would have put a stop to it if I wasn’t prepared. I get you're trying to gain points with my Father...because I know he doesn't want me here. But this time, your need to get on his good side fucked up this whole operation!" Naturally Steve walked in during the middle of your tirade wide eyed.

"I don't know if that language is necessary." Sam let out a low whistle, certain that your head was going to pop off your shoulders. He watched as you turned slowly and narrowed your eyes at Steve.

“Actually, Captain Rogers" the tone in your voice oozed sarcasm, "it's perfectly necessary. And you are JUST has bad as he is" you pointed over at Bucky. "You find any excuse to pull me off of missions and keep me in this tower like I'm frickin Rapunzel or something." You pushed past the two of them and stalked down the hall, slamming your door. The three men stood there quietly.

"Soooo...that went well." Sam finally quipped. Buck and Steve both glared at him. "Don't glare at me, she's not wrong. I love going on missions with her. She's smart and fast. She calculates every risk and doesn’t do anything unless absolutely necessary. She doesn't need you to protect her. I mean I get why you want to." He directed the last part of his comment to Bucky.

“What the hell does that mean pigeon." Bucky shot Sam another glare causing Steve to groan. He wasn’t in the mood for their bickering.

"Look...do I think you want to win bonus points with Papa Stark...sure. But not for the reason she thinks. You have feelings for her. You don't know exactly how to tell her or how to deal with it so you try to be her protector. She doesn’t need another man in her life trying to bubble wrap her. Tony and Rhodey have that covered. She wants to be your equal. She’s more than proven herself. And I’m not insulting you, it’s just an observation. We've been working together long enough for me to know you. I know your tells. I also see how you look at her when you think no one else is looking. Try talking to her...outside of missions. Maybe ask her out. Use some of that charm you have that Steve told us about." Sam shrugged and walked away.

Bucky swallowed uncomfortably as Steve turned his gaze towards him. Bucky wasn't sure how he would react and of course Sam had said something in front of him. Sam was right, he did have a thing for you. How could he not? You were so many things; funny, smart, empathetic, which he knew better than anyone. You were beautiful and had a smile that could light up the darkest of places. He even loved your temper. You had a passion and fire inside of you, God help anyone that got in your way.

“Look Steve, you know how amazing she is, how could I not want to be with her? She’s incredible. But I also know nothing can ever happen. I mean the age difference alone. I know how much she means to you. I’d never cross that line.” Steve smiled.

“I don’t think that we can really consider an age difference here when you, like me, spent so much time under ice. And then the fact that you were gone for 5 years. It’s not a normal situation. And yes, she does mean a lot to me. I’ve known her since she was a kid. I watched her grow up. But she isn’t a kid anymore. She’s a grown woman. It’s not up to me who she spends her time with. If I had to pick, you’d be at the top of the list. Buck- you’re not the man Hydra made you into anymore. You healed that part of yourself in Wakanda. You are a good man.”

“Tony won’t approve.” Steve smiled for a moment.

“You really think that would stop her?” Bucky laughed at that comment. But he absolutely thought Tony’s disapproval would put an end to anything he could have with you. “Tony forgave you. It took time but he moved past that. And if you end up being what makes her happy, he wouldn’t stand in the way of that. And she and Sam are right, she doesn’t need us to protect her. I’m equally guilty in trying to keep her out of the line of fire.” Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder as he pondered what Steve and Sam has said and headed to talk to you.

***

You were pacing in your room trying to work out your anger when there was a knock at the door. You rolled your eyes. You knew who it was without any verification.

“Leave me alone Steve.” You heard him chuckle. He wouldn’t let anger stay between the two of you. You had made an agreement a long time ago to always work out your differences.

“C’mon Y/N- I really want to talk to you. And not through the door.“ You groaned and headed over to your door and yanked it open. Steve had his arms crossed and he was leaning against the doorway.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “You’re right. I need to stop putting my personal feelings for you in front of the job we have to do. I think after everything that we’ve seen and been through I just want to know you’re always safe. Your father made it clear I was responsible for you. But it’s not fair to you.”

“Thanks Steve. I’m just so sick of being treated like I’m made of glass. I can handle myself. I know the risks.”

“I know. Your more than qualified to be in the field and I trust you more than about anyone. I promise to do better. And Bucky isn’t trying to earn points with Tony. I think he just thinks that the Stark family has been through enough. You’re the one that made it possible for him to be apart of this family. Your forgiveness and understanding led to Tony’s. Being here has allowed him to get back to the person he used to be. “

“Yeah well thanks to him I have a ton of work to do.” You felt your anger deflate like a balloon. “I better get to it.” You nodded over to your desk where two huge flat screen monitors sat.

“Alright, let me know if you need anything.” You nodded and watched him retreat down the hall before you shut your door.

Bucky Barnes was under your skin. He had been since the day you met him in Wakanda. You expected this hardened soldier but found a man with an easy smile and kind eyes. Whatever monster that had lived within him had been snuffed out. It had started when you’d notice that his gaze would linger on you just a little longer than necessary. Your heart would pound anytime he was in close proximity and you were certain he had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. But it would never progress past a few longing looks and mild flirting. Bucky Barnes was determined to stay on Tony Starks good side, certainly any sort of relationship with his daughter would be frowned upon. You sighed and sat down.

“Friday- run through the files Sergeant Barnes obtained. We then need to get into their servers and find out when the next deal is going to happen so we can stop them.”

“Right away Miss Stark.” It was going to be a very long night.

***

It had been a few days and you finally got a lead to where the drug ring might be next. You were running down to the gym where you knew Bucky was. You stopped when you saw it empty and stepped towards the locker room with trepidation.

“Barnes! “Are you decent?” You yelled into the doorway. You heard him laugh.

“Not morally, but I am wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.” you rolled your eyes and strolled in, your heels clacking on the floor. He had been more flirty than normal the past few days. It was knocking you off your guard. He shot you a grin when he saw you. True to his word, he was wearing pants and nothing else. His prosthetic arm was on the bench, and his impressive form was still damp from the shower. You didn’t realize you were staring until he cleared his throat. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks and you stepped forward looking at the still angry scars on shoulder where his arm used to be attached. He would normally be self conscious with someone staring at him the way you were, but he saw interest, not pity. He sucked his breath in when you ran your fingers over the scar. You quickly realized what you were doing and jumped back.

“Sorry - I, uh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” You had a sheepish look on your face. “Just...does that bother you?” Your head was tilted to the side.

“Not since Wakanda. Shuri fixed me up. Now it doesn’t hurt to wear the arm.” You looked up at him.

“You sure? I used the 3D printer to print skin grafts for another agent”

“Of course you did.” You narrowed your eyes at him and pursed your lips. “It’s more cosmetic now, no physical pain. So unless you think I need plastic surgery.”

“Shut up. That’s not what I meant. I’ve just never seen you without your prosthetic. Scars make a person more interesting. I have plenty of my own.” He watched you shudder. He remembered the deep cuts to your back during the battle with Thanos. You had been running to protect Peter and one of Thanos’ soldiers had slashed your back a few times. He remembered your screams from being cleaned and stitched up vividly.

“So...do you need something or just here to ogle me?” He wiggled his eyesbrows at you and winked when he saw your face go red again.”

“You’re obnoxious.” He was enjoying your fluster. “You need to get your shit. You, Steve and Sam are headed to Chicago to try and bust the drug ring. I finally found a lead.”

“You’re not coming?” He was certain after the last time that it would be a cold day in hell before you missed this.

“Well unfortunately I still have my Stark Industries responsibilities. And in two days we have a fundraiser. Please let me remind you that you three are on the guest list and help the elite open their big fat checkbooks. Don’t get killed and make sure Sam doesn’t mess up his pretty face.”

“Of course Doll.” He watched your eyes narrow again. You gave him a quick second look before you strutted out of the locker room completely flustered again. His skin still almost tingled where you had touched him.

***

You looked around the ball room at the richest of the rich. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, but you felt a cloud over you. Steve and company were successful in stopping the shipment and a few of the ring members, but the leader had eluded them again. They were capitalizing on people’s pain and desperation. It hadn’t been any easy transition back for many who were snapped away. They often turned to substances to drown their sorrows. Maybe it was because you had found out your mother had recently overdosed. You took it personally. You didn’t know the woman, she was a stranger, but she was still your mother.

“Well look at you.” You turned to see a beaming Tony with Pepper holding onto his good arm. The arm that had been touched by the infinity stones was covered by a black brace.

“Hi Daddy.” You smiled and hugged him.

“Hi darling. Morgan misses you. She insists you come visit next weekend.”

“I know. I’m a terrible sister, I’ve just been distracted.”

“You’ve been working too hard.”

“Gee, I wonder where she gets it from?” Pepper quipped and you let out a genuine laugh.

“Well you are your father’s daughter. I couldn’t be more proud.” Tony kissed your cheek. “We’re going to make some rounds. I’ll see you later.” You nodded. You were by yourself again for a few moments and then saw Steve’s smiling face approaching you.

“Hey kid.”

“Steven.” You smiled at him.

“Ready?” You nodded and he led you up to the podium. Steve greeted the crowd and then introduced you. No matter how many crowds you spoke in front of, you always got nervous. As you approached the podium you looked out to the crowd and caught Bucky’s eye. He gave a reassuring smile that took your breath away. At some point between his mission and now he had gotten his long hair cut into a style similar to what it was before the war. He looked stunning in his tux. You cleared your throat and adverted your eyes away from the Sergeant’s.

“Thank you all so much for coming. It’s a happy occasion that brings us all here tonight as we celebrate the one year anniversary that so many of you were returned to us. I would be remised if I didn’t acknowledge the struggle that so many across not only our nation, but the world, have experienced as they’ve tried to adjust back to normal life. With that in mind, and the reason why we invited you here tonight is to announce a new program through Stark Industries that will aim to help those in need get to normalcy. The Romanova Foundation is named for Natasha Romanoff. You had to pause as your voice cracked on Natasha’s name. ”If it weren’t for Natasha’s bravery and sacrifice, many of us would not be standing here tonight. So I ask you to open your hearts and your wallets to help those of us in need as Natasha would have. Thank you.” You stepped away from the podium quickly as the crowd roared with applause. Steve tried to grab your arm but you shrunk away and shook your head. You bit back tears as you rushed towards a door towards a private balcony, grabbing a bottle of champagne on your way.

***

Bucky watched as you made a quick exit. He was going to follow you when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see a smiling Tony.

“Sergeant. I was informed you had a semi successful mission yesterday, glad the three of you stopped that shipment. I also heard you got your ass ripped by my daughter last week for bumping her off a mission and then you made a huge mess of it.” Bucky swallowed hard. Tony must have read his anxiety and held his hands up. “No judgment here. I made plenty of messes myself. And I don’t envy anyone that catches her temper. It burns a little. She gets it from my side.” Tony shrugged. “You know she talks about you a lot.” Tony fired off his comments quickly.

“She does?”

“Yeah...I don’t think she realizes how much she does. She has Morgan conflicted between who her favorite Super Soldier is. You or Cap. Naturally her favorite Avenger is me. I gather you and my daughter work together a lot.”

“We do. Steve or I are usually with her.”

“To protect her?”

“Yes. She’s not a super soldier, though she thinks she is.” Tony snickered. “She’s not enhanced like Wanda. But she’s a huge asset. I don’t know what we would do without her. But some of these people we’re up against are enhanced, So Steve and I, we stick close to Y/N.”

“How close is close Barnes?” Bucky paled as Tony stared him down. After a moment he laughed and clapped Bucky on his shoulder.

“I’m messing with you. Rogers and I had a conversation. While he’s not usually the type to butt in, I think he’s trying to cut through the red tape. Look, the past is the past. After everything that happened, I don’t live there anymore. The only thing I care about is that my daughter is safe and happy. I’ve been assured that the man that they made you is gone for good. And that is good enough for me. I don’t know if you know this, but my daughter and Natasha got very close in the 5 years between Thanos annihilating half the planet and when we got everyone back. She and Nat worked tirelessly with Carol and company to watch the universe. Nat’s death was hard on all of us, but especially my daughter. Today is a hard day for her. If I know her as well as I think I do, she’s hiding outside on the far left balcony. Probably with a bottle of booze drowning her sorrows. Do me a favor...go and check on our girl.” It took Bucky a moment to react but he nodded his head and started walking towards the other side of the room before Tony yelled his name and he turned. Tony approached him again. “I may be out of commission, but just remember that I still have a suit and if you hurt my daughter there’s no serum in the world that can protect you.” With that, Tony turned on his heel and walked away.

***

You tried to hold back your tears. You knew today was going to be hard. You didn’t realize how hard until you started talking about Natasha. You took a long drink out of your bottle and looked out over the lights of the nearby city. You heard the door open behind you and exhaled.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” When you heard the door shut you thought you had been left alone but then you felt the cool metal of Bucky’s hand in your shoulder.

“You don’t have to talk. I just don’t want you to be alone feeling like this.” You nodded but didn’t turn, you couldn’t face him. So instead he stood behind you, his arms on each side of yours protectively caging you in. “Is it okay if I talk?” You nodded.

“You know what I remembered first when we came back? Your face. For me, you represented redemption, forgiveness and all of the things I didn’t think I deserved. When Steve told me that you two had worked things out, that you understood, it was a huge relief. I knew how important you were to him. Tony too. I felt like I robbed him of the family he found after the ice.” He was leaning down so he could speak quietly in your ear. “Then he told me that you wanted to meet me. God, I was terrified. All I could remember was Tony when he saw that video. I couldn’t imagine seeing the monster I had been reflected in anyone else’s eyes. Saying you forgive someone is one thing, truly being able to mean it was another. But then when you all came to try and stop Thanos the first time you waltzed off that jet and gave me the biggest smile and then you hugged me instead of shaking my hand. You took my breath away. And it was so strange to come back and then realize that 5 years had gone by. For me, it was like we just picked the fight up where we left off. It wasn’t until after that I saw you were different. You were harder. More determined to keep fighting. More determined to be a pain in my ass and walk into the line of fire when all I wanted to do was make sure you were okay. Not because of Tony. But because you were the first person other than Steve to really make me feel like I was worth all of this, that I was with saving. The idea that you were going to be out there and possibly getting hurt I had to prevent that at all costs. I just wanted you protected and behind your computer at home. That wasn’t fair and I’m sorry for doing that to you. You’re strong and capable. Getting to know you over this past year, even if you were pissed off at me for most of it, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m sorry that you had to lose Natasha for me to get my life back. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with Nat- but she was an incredible person. I would give my life up in a second to bring her back.” You spun around so you could face him. Even in sky high heels he was looking down at you.

“Don’t say that! Please don’t ever say that.” He studied your tear filled eyes with a kind smile. He slowly put both hands on your cheeks and swiped the unshed tears from your eyes. “As much as it hurts, Natasha had to make that sacrifice to find peace. And loosing you would be just as hard.” His blue eyes sparkled down at you and you felt a swoop in your stomach. He stroked your cheek with his non-metal hand before he dropped them to his side. He watched you take a deep breath and visibly relax.

“I haven’t talked about Natasha much. It just makes me so sad that she’s not here with us today. That she’s not here celebrating our victory. I think not talking about her has made it harder to heal.”

“Any time you want to talk, I’m here to listen.”

“And I will. But not now. This is supposed to be a party.” You smiled up at him, he was impossibly close.

“Well the 3/4 of that champagne bottle you drank will make this a real party for you in a few minutes when it hits you. You tipped your head back and laughed. “There it is.” He said it in a whisper. You have him a questioning look. “My favorite laugh.” He was making you blush again. This must have been what he was like before the war and it definitely wasn’t in your imagination. The flirting from the past few days was actually flirting. You weren’t sure what made him decide to be so obvious about it, but you didn’t care. “If no one else has told you, you look incredible tonight.” You were clad in a black strapless sweetheart neckline dress with a sequined bodice and jewel embellishments down the tulle skirt.

“You clean up pretty nicely yourself. I like the hair cut by the way.”

“It was time to get rid of the last thing that reminded me of The Winter Soldier...well other than the scary arm.”

“The arm isn’t scary.”

“No? Some of the looks I get say otherwise.”

“No. The metal arm is actually pretty sexy.” You didn’t even think before you said it. He had a smirk plastered to his face and this time you made yourself blush.

“You think I’m sexy?”

“I said the arm was sexy.” He stepped closer so you were leaning against the high railing again, his arms on either side of you caging you in again. You felt the tip of his nose run across your shoulder and up your neck as he whispered in your ear.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” The two of you had been dancing around each other for the last year, neither brave enough to make the next move. “If it wasn’t obvious by now, I have feelings for you. Big ones. The only question is, do you feel the same?”

“Do you really have to ask? Of course I do.” You felt his lips press against your shoulder and then your neck and it was like someone sucked the air out of you. He placed his hand in the side of your face and looked into your eyes for a moment and then put you out of your misery by pressing his lips to yours. It was like the missing piece had finally been put in its place. As you gripped his shoulders to deepen the kiss you heard someone clear their throat.

“Gross. Get a room.” Sam’s teasing voice rang out through the air. Bucky groaned and dropped his head as you peered around him to look at Sam. “Listen, this is your party Stark, you better get in there before someone else comes out here looking for you. Last thing we need is a reporter snapping a picture of this and ruining everyone’s breakfast tomorrow.”

“Yeah yeah we’re coming.” Bucky’s voice was laced with irritation. When Sam had retreated back inside you cupped both sides of Bucky’s face and pressed your lips to his again.

“Come dance with me. I’ve heard you’ve got some moves.”

“They May be outdated sweetheart.” You grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of it and then took Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards the entrance.

***

“You okay? I mean you seem okay now, but I know you’re good at hiding it.” You were standing with Steve side by side at the bar. The bar that Nat would often mix drinks at during one of the many party’s your father would throw. Bucky had excused himself to go dig out more of Thor’s Asgardian liquor for him and Steve. You were pleasantly buzzed if not a little bit drunk. Your face hurt from laughing. You had spent the evening dancing with Bucky, Sam and Sam’s date. She worked for you at Stark Industries in research and development. You had introduced her and Sam a few months ago and they, as you knew they would hit it off. She was funny like Sam but tough enough to not take his shit. He needed someone to keep him in line.

“I really am Steve. I promise. It just hit me hard when I was standing up there. Bucky, he.-“ Steve grinned and cut you off.

“It’s about time. I’ve watched the two of you tip toe around liking each other since he joined us. There’s a reason you get so angry with him.” You gave him your infamous eye narrow and lip pursed expression. “Y/N- even your father knew. He encouraged Bucky to go to you.” Your eyes widened.

“He did?!” You knew Tony had let go of what happened but you never would have expected him to be okay with you having any sort of romantic relationship with James Buchanan Barnes...let alone encourage it.”

“He wants you to be happy. He’s happy. After everything that has happened he knows how important it is to say how you feel. He wants you to have what he has. He sees how Buck looks at you, how you look at him. How you talk about him. He’d never deny you that.” You looked over at your father and Pepper dancing and felt your heart swell for him. Your attention was drawn back when you heard Bucky set a glass down in front of Steve.

“God that smells like turpentine” you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“Well sweetheart not all of us can still be light weights.” Bucky grinned at you. Steve excused himself to head over to Sharon. You were happy that he seemed to find some happiness after everything. He had thought about going back and staying with Peggy. But creating a new timeline could have consequences. Plus the idea of leaving Bucky behind what inconceivable. You watched as Bucky downed his drink and shuddered a little bit. You both laughed and then he put his hand out as a slow song started playing over the crowd. You placed your hand in his and led him lead you to the dance floor. His one hand found the small of your back and pulled you flush against him while your other hand was still in his. You placed your free hand on the back of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his freshly buzzed hair. He kissed you lightly and you enjoyed being so close to him. If anyone would have told you this was how you would spend your night, you would have laughed at them.

“So my father gave you his blessing I hear?” Bucky let out a throaty laugh.

“And then threatened my life if I ever hurt you. He said he still has a suit.” You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“That sounds like my father. I’m glad he did. I’ve been hoping you’d make a move for a long time.”

“You could have made a move on me you know.”

“True- but you’re old. I didn’t want to offend your old fashioned ways.”

“You wound me.” You gave Bucky a grin.

“Speaking of old fashioned...your dance moves are pretty nice.”

“Oh yeah?” He flirted. Before you could respond, gun shots rang through the air and a group of men bounded in the room with semi-automatic weapons.”

“That’s the leader of the drug ring. Samuel O’Brien.” You were wide eyed and pulled away from Bucky. Samuel narrowed his eyes at you.

“So I assume it’s you and your friends that took want was mine. Now, I’ll take what is yours.” You watched as his eyes locked on your fathers. Before Bucky could stop you, you ran towards your father and pushed him out of the way as a bullet sank into your abdomen as the both of you crashed to the ground. Your ears were ringing and it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion.

“Dammit Y/N! You shouldn’t have done that!” Tony cried out as he pulled his jacket off to put pressure on the bullet. You couldn’t speak. You locked eyes with your father for a moment and then everything faded to black.

***

You felt pain, white hot searing pain. Your eye lids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds as you struggled to open them. As the white room came into focus you heard the steady beeping of a hospital monitor.

“Y/N?!” You slowly glanced to your right and saw the worried looks of your father and Steve Rogers. Your father had jumped up and was fussing over you and you groaned. “What? What is it? What hurts?”

“Everything.” You saw Steve reach over and click a button on your IV.

“Thank God you woke up.” Tony ran his hand over your head and kissed your forehead. You started to feel fuzzy again and felt yourself slowly slip from consciousness from the pain meds Steve had sent into your veins.

You didn’t know how long you had been out for as you slowly blinked your eyes open again. You felt the heat of someone’s arm next to yours. When you looked to the side there sat James Buchanan Barnes with his head resting on his arms. You picked your hand up and slowly ran your fingers through his hair. It took him a moment to wake up. He slowly picked his head up and gave you a sleep smile.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“Hey yourself.” He sat up and pulled his chair closer and took your hand. “Any pain.” You shook your head no. “Good, I mean they have you pretty drugged. Jesus you scared the shit out of me. I can’t believe you did that.”

“He’s my dad.” Was all you could say. “Did you get him?”

“Yes. We got every damn one of them.”

“How long?”

“You’ve been unconscious for almost two weeks. Most of it was medically induced. There was a lot of damage and internal bleeding. They tapered you’re meds down and it took two more days for you to wake up. We thought we were going to lose you. I thought I lost you and I just finally got you. Not that you belong to me.” Bucky sighed and stopped talking.

“You didn’t lose me. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to belong to you.” He pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed it.

“I love you Y/N...I think I have for a long time. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t pull through.” His voice caught with emotion.

“Hey- Bucky- I’m not going anywhere. I love you too.” He wiped a tear that slipped from your eye. He stood up and leaned over to place an gentle kiss on your lips. Your recovery would be tough, but you would get through it with Bucky by your side.

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Just Once

Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes | SamBucky x  Reader

*a/n: reposting fics here until I decide to write more.

Summary: After confessing that he can hear you and Sam going at it night after night, Bucky is invited to watch you and Sam in action.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Double Penetration, 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI

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He could hear you two going at it again for what had to be the third time that night. Or maybe it was the fourth. Either way he could hear the bed moving and you trying to stifle your moans. Which, for all your efforts, did very little good. Bucky with his super hearing heard everything. The squeaks of the springs, the sound of skin sliding against skin, your moans, and the dirty things Sam whispered to you in encouragement.

“That’s it, baby girl, I know you got another one for me,” he heard Sam whisper.

“Fuck, don’t stop, r-right there,” you moaned back.

Bucky groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the sound of the springs squeaking faster and the sound of skin slapping against skin, as Sam fucked into you faster.

When he heard your final moan as you came, pretty hard from what he could tell, and the sounds of your movements stopped, he sighed in relief and settled down to try and sleep.

He didn’t sleep that well though; he hadn’t been for a few weeks. But it wasn’t nightmares that kept him awake. No, it was Sam and you, well, mostly you. The sounds you made while you were with Sam did things to him. He knew you were Sam’s girl, he respected that, and he wouldn’t ever try to come between the two of you or do anything shady; but once, just once, he wanted to be part of the reason you made those sounds. You sounded so fucking sexy, the way you whimpered and moaned, that he couldn’t help but to touch himself a few times, imagining the looks you made as his friend fucked you.

That morning he got up early after giving up on trying to sleep. As he walked towards the kitchen, he stopped short seeing you at the table in there. Thank god you were dressed since you were about to head off to work and not in those shorts and tank top you slept in.

“Hey, Buck,” you chirped at him, smiling.

He smiled back. “H-hey, Y/N,” his words coming out in a yawn.

“Rough night?” you asked him.

Like you wouldn’t believe, he thought. He just nodded, not wanting to say anything.

“Here, I just made some coffee,” you said, getting up and fixing him a cup.

He smiled, taking the cup from you.

“Hey, where’s mine?” Sam’s voice called as he walked in.

“It’s more in the thing, Samuel,” you said, pointing to the coffee maker.

He sucked his teeth. “Why does he get one, and I don’t?”

“Because I know you slept just fine,” you said, a twinkle in your eye. “Poor Bucky here had a rough night.”

“Well, if he was getting what I’m getting every night, he’d definitely sleep better,” Sam said, reaching for a mug.

Bucky choked on his sip of coffee at that. You went over to pat him on the back. “Sam!” you said through gritted teeth.

Sam just grinned at you and poured his coffee. You rolled your eyes and went to gather your stuff up for work. Kissing Sam goodbye, you smiled at Bucky and left.

Sam went to sit at the table in the chair you’d just vacated. “So, what’s with you not being able to sleep? I thought you’d stop having nightmares.”

Bucky sighed, “I have.”

“So, what’s up?”

He shrugged.

“Nah, nah, nah. Don’t give me that, I know you. What’s going on?”

Bucky went and sat across from him. Toying with the mug in his hand, he said, “I don’t want you to think I’ve been doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?”

“I can hear you and Y/N, every night. Going at it,” he held up his hand as Sam opened his mouth to interrupt. “I know, I know you try to be quiet, but super hearing,” he said pointing to his ears. “I can hear everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“Damn,” Sam was quiet for a minute, before smiling at his friend. “How do we sound? She sound like she going crazy, don’t she?”

“Sam,” Bucky said, pushing his chair back and getting up.

Reaching up to grab his friend’s arm, Sam said, “Okay, okay. Sorry man. We don’t mean to keep you awake, I didn’t think it bothered you that much.”

“Well, it’s not just that. It’s umm,” he stopped, turning red. “Something else…”

“Like what…” Sam started to ask before it clicked. “Ooooh.”

Bucky wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“So, you want her,” Sam said, making Bucky’s head shoot up.

“What? No! No, I would never.”

Sam chuckled. “No, no, I know that, but, look, I’ve seen how you’ve looked at her time to time. And I get it. First time I saw her, I knew I had to have her.”

“Sam, seriously.”

After a moment, he said, “Listen, I’ve got an idea…”

———–

After he and Bucky had a conversation, he texted you.

Got something new I wanna try tonight. You down?

Always :)

That’s my good girl.

You went through the whole day wondering what he could possibly want to do that you hadn’t tried. Your mind raced as you thought of the possibilities. When the clock hit five, you rushed out of your office and headed home to shower and change. When you got to their place, you eagerly hopped out of the car. Sam met you at the door with a huge smile and a deep kiss that sent fire coursing through your veins.

When he pulled away, he looked you up and down. “How is it that you manage to make jeans and a tank top look that good.”

You laughed. “You know you don’t have to keep flirting with me, I’m all yours.”

“Is it flirting if I’m just stating a fact though?”

You shook your head and walked into the kitchen, inhaling the dinner that was cooking. “Smells good.”

“I know.”

You laughed, wondering what he had up his sleeve for later. You didn’t ask, because you knew he’d bring it up when he was good and ready. He didn’t like being rushed.

Bucky walked in when the food was ready. The three of you sat around eating, talking, and joking around. Everyone was relaxed, but you felt a tiny current of anticipation under it all. When you all had finished, you collected the dishes and went to put them in the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam nod to Bucky. Bucky got up and walked in the back. You didn’t think much of it, until Sam came up behind you. Wrapping his arms around you, he kissed you on the cheek, trailing his lips down to your neck.

“You ready for what I have planned?”

You started to sway against him, feeling him getting hard against you. “Yes.”

“Good girl, c’mon,” he said, pulling you into his room.

You giggled as you backed into the room, Sam shut the door behind him, his eyes on something over your shoulder. You turned to look at what he was staring at, and jumped when you saw Bucky sitting in the corner quietly. He had a look of anticipation on his face.

You turned to Sam. “Wha–?”

“I want him to watch us, he wants to, too,” he explained simply.

“Do you?” you asked Bucky.

“Only if you’re okay with it.”

You thought for a second, then Sam came up behind you, resting his hands on your hips. “Let him see you in action, baby. Let him get a look at what he hears every night. Let him see what keeps him from getting a good night’s sleep.”

You felt heat flood though your body. So you were the reason he couldn’t sleep every night. You smiled. “Okay.”

Sam turned you around to face him, kissing you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. He took off your tank top and unfastened your jeans. When you slid them off, he turned you around again so you were facing Bucky. He reached around and fondled your breasts through your bra before reaching one hand down to slip into your panties, a finger sliding up your pussy lips.

“She’s already so wet,” he murmured, sliding a finger inside as you gasped. “Mmm that’s what I love about her.”

Bucky shifted in his seat.

Sam took his finger from inside you, making you whine.

Sam chuckled. “So needy. Get on the bed.”

You obeyed, Sam walked slowly over to you, stripping out of his clothes as got nearer to you. You sucked in a breath, no matter how many times you saw it, his body just left you speechless. Thick, full of muscle, but with the softest, smoothest skin. It was part of the reason you couldn’t keep your hands off of him most of the time. You reached for him as soon as he got near, pulling him down on top of you so you could run your hands over his arms and back.

He kissed you on your neck, down to your breasts. You managed to get your bra off and he teased one nipple, licking at it, pulling at it with his teeth lightly, making you arch your back. When that one was nice and hard, he did the same with the other. He then resumed his journey down your body. Your hands went to your breasts playing with them. When he reached your panties, he pulled them off and sat back.

“So fucking beautiful,” said staring at your soaking wet pussy.

You saw Bucky lick his lips as he stared at it too, but you didn’t have much time to think about it because you felt the tip of Sam’s dick nudge at your opening. As he slid inside you, he looked you in your eyes. “Let’s give him a show,” he said.

You nodded, as he started to move inside you. Slowly at first, making you feel every inch of him. He groaned as he felt your walls contract around him, pulling him in. Taking your legs in his hands, he rested on his knees, and began moving faster, pounding into you. You tried to keep your moans quiet.

“Nah-uh, baby girl, let it out. You don’t have to be quiet,” he said.

When he angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, you let out a loud feral moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out.

“That’s it baby,” he panted. “Let me hear you.”

You had almost forgotten the man sitting in the corner, his eyes on you and your body. His hand going to palm his achingly hard dick through his pants.

Sam leaned forward, stroking you deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. His lips going to your neck as your nails dug into his back. You tightened your pussy around him, making him let out a string of curses before biting down on your neck.

He pulled out and flipped you over, sliding back inside you. His hands on your hips as he moved in and out of you; his pace unforgiving. You threw it back at him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He brought one hand down to smack you on your ass, making you cry out. He did it again, and again.

“Who’s pussy is this, baby girl? Who do you belong to?”

“You, daddy,” you moaned out.

You felt that coil tighten inside you, as Sam kept moving inside you.

“Fuck right there, daddy, don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for daddy, hmm, baby girl? You gonna come all over daddy’s dick? I know you’re close, let daddy feel it.”

You let out something that was a mixture of a scream and moan as you came, hard moaning. “Fuck daddy. Yes, yes, yes!”

Hearing that and seeing your face as you came, almost made Bucky’s dick split through his pants. Before he realized what he was doing, it was out, his hand wrapped around it, stroking it.

“Hmm,” Sam chuckled, glancing at his friend. “Looks like Buck liked that.”

He slid out of you and laid down, motioning for you to get on him. You eagerly went to climb on top, but Sam twirled his finger wanting you to get on him in reverse cowgirl. The way Sam had positioned himself, you’d be facing Bucky.

You grabbed Sam’s dick, and lowered yourself down on him slowly, your eyes focused on Bucky, watching him stroke himself. You placed both feet flat on the bed, and began bouncing on Sam’s dick, as he held onto you. Bucky’s hand matching your pace. You had to admit his dick looked good and you wondered how he would feel inside you. As you watched him, you felt your tongue come out to lick your lips. Seeing this, Bucky smiled at you.

“Sam,” he said softly, stopping his hand. “That other thing you suggested? Let’s try that.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Sam stilled your movements and sat up. His hands traveling up and down your body. “Just once.”

Bucky nodded. “Just once,” he repeated.

You wondered what they were talking about. “Get up, baby, and lay back” Sam said softly, nudging you up. You got up and laid back on the bed.

Bucky came to stand directly in front of you, and reached for you. “If you want me to stop, just say so,” he told you.

You looked at Sam, who had a smile on his face. You turned back to Bucky, who was now kneeling in front of you. Before you could open your mouth to ask what was happening, you felt his fingers slide inside you.

“She’s so wet,” he said to Sam, repeating the words he’d said earlier. “Fuck.”

And with that, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. You groaned as worked his tongue inside you. You arched your back off the bed as he reached up to spread your legs wider so he could get in deeper. Sam watched you for a bit, before leaning in and kissing you, swallowing your moans as his friend devoured you.

When you felt Bucky flick at your clit with his tongue, you reached down and grabbed his hair with one hand, your other pushing Sam closer to you; your tongues dancing with each other. When you felt Bucky wrap his lips around your clit and began sucking at it, you felt yourself arch off the bed. Sam took his lips from yours, kissing down to your breasts again, licking and sucking at your nipples.

It was almost too much for you. But what really brought you to the edge was when Bucky slipped two of his cool, metal fingers inside you and curled them to rub against your g-spot. With a loud cry, you came again. Bucky stayed down between your legs licking up your juices as you came down, your eyes closed.

“How’d she taste?” you heard Sam ask. “As good as I said, right?”

“Better,” Bucky said.

“Normally, I’d be down there for an hour.”

“I know,” Bucky said dryly. “I can hear.”

Sam laughed. “It’s something you have to experience for yourself.” He then said to you, “Baby girl, don’t tap out now, we’re not done yet.”

You opened your eyes and saw Bucky sitting next to you, completely naked. You turned your head and looked at Sam.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“That’s my good girl,” he said shifting so he was sitting against the headboard.

You watched him, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. He began stroking himself, before motioning for you to come to him. “Use your mouth,” he said to you.

You crawled over to him, kissing him once, before lowering your head. You licked up the length of it, making him hiss. Then you kitten licked around the head, before you took him into your mouth. As you bobbed your head up and down on him, getting him nice and wet. You felt him press down on your head a bit, pushing your further down until you started to gag.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “Mmm keep going. Let Bucky feel you.”

You shifted so your ass was up and wiggled it a bit. Bucky took the hint and got behind you on his knees. You felt him press the head of his dick to your opening, you were soaking from two orgasms so he was able to slide in easily.  You moaned around Sam’s dick when you felt Bucky inside you.

When he was full in, Sam looked at him, with a shit eating grin, seeing the look on Bucky’s face. “I told you,” he said simply.

“Goddamn,” you heard Bucky groan.

He fully understood now why you and Sam were going at it several times every night. You were so wet, so tight, so hot around him. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to last long. You were getting impatient, so you moved your hips a bit, throwing your ass back against him. With a low growl, you felt him grab your hips and began moving in and out of you. As he picked up his pace, you matched it with your mouth on Sam. He tangled his hands in your hair, and started fucking himself up into your mouth.

Two previous orgasms coupled with having both men like this was such a turn on to you, that when you felt Bucky’s hand reach around and rub at your clit, you almost came. But Sam stopped him.

“Wait, fuck, baby, stop,” he said lifting your head up. “I wanna try one more thing.”

You looked at him. Wondering what else he could possibly want to do.

“C’mere,” he said.

You felt Bucky slip from you as you crawled up to Sam. He grabbed you and positioned himself so you could slide back on his dick, he then motioned for Bucky.

“You think she can handle this?”

“Of course she can,” he told his friend. “You can handle us both, right baby girl?”

You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but you were willing to try. You nodded.

“See,” Sam said.

Bucky came up behind you and slid inside you too. You moaned loudly. You’d never had two men inside you before. And these two men filled you up so completely. You had never felt this full before. The sensation of them both inside you was almost too much, but you didn’t want to tap out. This was one of those deep, dark fantasies you’d had. To be fucked by two men like this. To have two dicks stretching your pussy out, filling you full to the brim.

You felt your pussy throb, anticipating them both moving inside you. Making you wetter.

With a groan you said, “Fuck me. Now.”

That’s all they needed to hear. They began moving in tandem inside you. Sam sitting underneath you, Bucky kneeling behind you. Stretching you so, so good. Your mind emptied of any coherent thoughts. At that moment all you knew was the feel of them both.

“Good girl,” you heard Sam say. “Taking us both like this. That’s my good girl.”

You felt Bucky’s hands reach around to fondle your breasts, his fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples. His lips on your neck.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” he moaned into your ear.

Sam’s hands were on your hips, his lips on the other side of your neck, whispering between kisses how proud he was of you, how good you were taking them. You were so overstimulated you felt tears prick at the edges of your eyes but you kept moving with them. You didn’t want to stop. It felt so, so, fucking good.

Sam started to rub circles on your clit, you closed your eyes tight, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your mouth was open in a silent scream.

“Cum for us baby,” he said. “Let us feel you cum.’

You felt your belly tighten. It started in your core, a white hot heat. It spread from there reaching the tips of your toes and fingers. You came, harder than you had ever done before, with a loud yell ripping your throat. Your pussy throbbing and gushing over both of their dicks.

“Shit, I’m so close,” you heard Bucky mumble as you felt the motion of his hips began to stutter.

You reached behind you, grabbing him by the back of the neck, and kissing him. “Cum then. Both of you cum. I want you both to cum. I want it all in me,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” you heard Sam groan. “My filthy girl.”

“Cum, daddy, please,” you begged. “I want you both to fill my little pussy up.”

Sam was the first. Felt his dick twitch inside you as he emptied himself with a shout. A few seconds later, you felt Bucky’s do the same.

The three of you sat there for a moment like that. Them inside you. Then you felt Bucky slide out and fall back. You fell against Sam, and then rolled over to your side, letting him slip out of you. You all laid on the bed, limbs tangled. Before you felt a hand move your hair out of your face.

Bucky had maneuvered himself to lay next to you. “That was awesome,” he said to you and Sam.

“I told you, I told you she was amazing,” Sam bragged, his voice full of pride.

“Mmm,” was all you could manage. You were exhausted. Completely and fully satisfied, and then some, but you were tired.

Sam chuckled, “I guess we wore her out.”

“Guess so,” Bucky agreed.

You felt Sam press his lips to yours, and you kissed him back lazily. You felt a cool hand come to rest on your hip, tracing up and down your skin, and another pair of lips on your shoulder. You felt Sam’s familiar touch added to that.

You were quiet for a minute and they thought you had dozed off to sleep. You listened to them whisper to each other. A thought came to your fogged mind, something you’d heard them say earlier.

“You said this was just once?” you said, startling Sam.

“Damn, baby, I thought you were asleep.”

“I just had a thought,” you said cracking open your eyes to look at him. “What did you mean ‘just once’?”

“I just wanted to watch you both, and maybe try something with you just one time,” Bucky answered you.

“Does it have to be just once though?” you asked.

“You wanna do that again?” Sam asked you.

“I do,” you nodded. “I never told you, but that’s one of the things I’ve always wanted to try.”

“Hmm, I knew you were a lil freak,” Sam chuckled, kissing you again. “Well, Buck, what do you say. Wanna try that again?”

There was no answer, so you turned over to look at Bucky. He was fast asleep, a peaceful look on his face.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Welcome to the Parkers’; Peter Parker x mutant!child reader

*Author’s note*

Alright guys here is yet another Peter Parker fic. As you can see in the title you reader have mutant powers which is airbending (no you’re not the Avatar but you are an airbender). Also I want to point out that there is CHILD ABANDONMENT!!! It is said in the fic so if this is a sensitive subject to anyone, you can skip over this story or just the beginning half of it. 

Not really any other warnings (that I can remember) but there is some fluff in this fic so I hope you all enjoy it :)

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It began like any other day, I was scouting the streets for something to eat when all of a sudden I heard screaming coming from an alleyway just a block away from me. Cautiously, I walked up and saw a young woman trying to hold onto her purse as a guy in a mask was trying to take it. She put up a good fight but she was then pushed so hard that I heard a loud bang as her head collided with the wall and she collapsed down to the ground. The man grabbed the purse and before he could kick her in the stomach, I waved my arms and let out a punch which sent a huge air current right at the robber knocking him down to the ground.

The robber got up and pulled out a knife and glared daggers right at me. He then began to come towards me then just before I could let out another attack, his knife was suddenly taken out of his hand by some sort of webbing. He was then shot against the wall with the same webbing and soon coming down was none other than Spiderman himself.

My idol and hero.

"You know the one thing that degrades a man is one who not only hits a girl but who's also willing to hit a child. You really outta be taught some manners pal". He then turned to me and asked me if I was alright which I came out of my star-struck shock and nodded. "Now then, the cops are already on their way so just make yourself comfortable," he then walked up to the girl and I walked up beside him and he said to me, "Can you run and get some help tell them that there's a girl who needs medical attention now". I nodded then took off running.

I knocked on the first door I could find and it revealed a middle aged man with dark hair and brown eyes. I told him about the girl who was injured and was mugged and as if by fate, he happened to be a doctor and he immediately grabbed his kit and I lead him towards the alley and he knelt down beside the girl and began to work on her.

I then took notice that Spiderman was now gone but he had left a note taped right along the robber's forehead and as the doctor told me to help him by keeping compression on her head while he tried CPR just as the police and ambulance came on the scene. Then before police could even take notice of me, I decided to take my leave so when no one was looking, I used my powers to fly myself up onto the rooftop and I leapt from rooftop to rooftop until I came to my makeshift house.

Oh I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is (y/n), just (y/n). I was abandoned when I was just 3 years old. My mom and dad drove me a few miles away from our house, left me in an alleyway while it was pouring rain and then they drove off and never came back.

It took me awhile to realize it but I think I finally began to understand why my parents abandoned me, when I was born I was born with these air bending powers. As the years went by shortly after my abandonment, I began to try and control my powers and using them only when I needed to or to help me dry off if my makeshift house gets flooded and I get soakin wet.

As I grew up, I began to hear about the famous Spiderman and I felt a connection to him that maybe I could help him fight crime or save lives before he arrives because he looked to be a few years older than me so he must be in school. Exhausted from the day's events, I settled down under some blankets and took a nap.

A few days later as I was walking along the streets eating a hotdog, I heard the sounds of firetrucks blazing down the street. I followed behind one of them and soon saw smoke rising up into the sky. I picked up my speed to see a crowd of people crowding a building that was engulfed with flames and people were running out of the building coughing and covered with soot.

I ran closer but kept well-hidden as I soon saw a man and woman running up to a firefighter exclaiming that their two kids were still inside but the chief kept telling them to get back and that the building would collapse soon. I then heard someone exclaim.

"It's Spiderman!" And at that moment, Spiderman swooped in and swung himself right into the burning building. Worried and knowing that I could help keep the smoke and fire away from him, I ran right inside without having anyone see me. I looked up and using my air bending powers, I flew myself up to where Spiderman was at.

I saw him carrying a young girl a year or two younger than me and leading a boy about his age across the hall with flames surrounding them.

"KAREN please tell me we got the fire extinguisher setting working!" I heard him say. After a brief pause, he then muttered "damnit okay, okay think Spiderman think". I could tell he was having some trouble and the building was just collapsing even more. He held the kids closer to him and it was then I used my powers to create a barrier around them while I pushed the flames away from them.

"This way come on!" Spiderman took notice of me and he led the kids and as I walked in front of them, any fire or debris that would fall or come towards us, I pushed it away with my powers until we finally reached the outside of the building.

At that moment, the firefighters all charged in and took the kids away from Spiderman and I collapsed to the ground once I saw them back with their parents. I coughed harshly and it was then Spiderman knelt down beside me and said.

"You okay kid? Wait a second—you're that kid from before right? What are you doing here?"

"I thought I could—help" I said through my intense coughing.

"We need to get you some help. Hey we've got another kid over here!"

"No.....no help.....I'll be fi--fine".

"That cough doesn't sound like you'll be fine. Please you need help!"

"No!" I cried out. But it was already too late. One of the firefighters finally took notice of us and I was taken away and put into an ambulance and taken to the hospital.

After the whole ordeal, I was put into a room slightly cleaned up now but now they were finally gonna see that I had no parents and they would soon put me in some orphanage and I've seen them around Queens, they aren't clean and all of the owners are either very rude or creepy like they just stare at the children all day and not move a muscle.

"Well you're looking better". I looked up and saw a teenage boy standing at my door. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. I raised my eyebrow at him and said.

"Yeah umm—who are you?"

"Oh sorry about that," he walked up towards me and sat down beside me and he said in a whisper. "If I tell you who I am, can you promise to keep it a secret?"

"Depends on what the secret it is that I'm keeping".

"Well would you believe me if I said that I'm Spiderman". I looked at him and began to put two and two together due to his voice. That and he also pulled out his web-shooters and fired the same webbing Spiderman uses at my wall. I looked at him wide-eyed and said.

"You are him".

"Yeah, so what's your name?"

"(Y/n)".

"(Y/n) huh? That's a pretty name". I blushed softly then he introduced his real name as Peter and he continued, "So (y/n) tell me about those powers you have".

"There's not much to say; I mean I've had them for as long as I can remember and I've been using them to help people out, all because of you. You're an inspiration to me".

"Really? Aww thank you".

"But there also the reason why mom and dad left me". I found myself confessing as I stared at my hands with pure hatred.

"Wait you mean—"

"When I was little, my parents dropped me off on the side of the road at an alleyway and then they just drove off. I never saw them again after that, so for 7 years I've been living on the street. That's why I didn't want to have any help, because if records show that I have no family, they'll throw me into one of the orphanages and I've seen what they really do behind closed doors". Peter looked at me with sympathy and said.

"I'm sorry (y/n) I—I didn't....."

"Exactly you didn't. So why are you apologizing, besides I knew eventually I would've been caught. Now I just gotta find another place to live". At that moment, the doctor came in and told me that I was gonna be alright but since I was a child and no parents had come to pick me up, they were gonna turn me over to the system till someone came for me.

But just as police officers were coming in to take me away, Peter stepped in and said.

"Actually and this may not be on the record, she's actually my little cousin. Her parents didn't believe in the system, they live off the land back in Texas, and they recently passed away from a car crash. So my cousin here big girl that she is called an Uber to bring her here to New York but while trying to find our apartment she got lost. We've been looking for her ever since". The doctor and the police looked at Peter suspiciously and for now they believed him but they were gonna check into it to make sure it was true. So with that, they left us alone in my room.

"You know they're not gonna buy it for long right?" I stated.

"Oh just you wait, I've got some connections that can help us out, but in all seriousness why don't you come live with me and my Aunt May. We can take care of you and you'll finally be under a real roof with warm food three times a day and a nice warm bed instead of a tarp and blankets".

"You'd do that, for me?"

"Of course. And I'm not doing it out of pity, trust me". I looked at him and finally let out some tears and thanked him repeatedly and hugged him tightly and he hugged me back.

Once I was released, Peter and I took a cab to his apartment building and once we entered inside, a young woman whom I suspected to be his Aunt came in from the kitchen and saw us together.

"Peter Parker you better have a good explanation for this!"

"I do Aunt May I promise". As we sat down, Peter explained to his Aunt my story and how I've been living on the streets all of my life. At the end of the story, Aunt May looked at me with tearful eyes and she said.

"Oh you poor thing, here why don't I make you a nice warm meal, is there anything you would like to have?"

"Well—I've always wanted to try those lasagnas that I see people eat in restaurants".

"Well sweetie you're in luck, my famous 4 layer lasagnas are to die for, why don't you and Peter come help me make it". And with that, Peter, May and I were in the kitchen and we all bonded over making the lasagna.

Later that night, the lasagna was ready to be eaten. With the table set and I was given the biggest piece, I sat myself down at the table with my food and a tall glass of (f/d), I took a bite of the lasagna and felt my taste buds going to heaven.

I chowed down until it was all gone and Aunt May gave me another slice and I ate that as well. After dinner, I had never felt so stuffed in my life. I helped clean up the table with May and she thanked me and even teased too Peter telling him that at least someone has enough manners to help clean up at that statement, Peter rolled his eyes and dragged out her name making me laugh.

After cleaning up, Aunt May prepared the guest room for me and she offered me one of Peter's old nightshirts I could wear as a nightdress until she went shopping for some clothes for me. After a long, and busy day I was tucked into bed by May and she said goodnight to me and even gave me a kiss to my forehead before leaving the room.

Peter then came in and sat at the foot of my new bed and he asked me.

"So you gonna stick around or will I have to wake up early enough to try and stop you?" I giggled softly and said.

"I never want to leave here, you both have been so kind to me than my own parents were, but—how will Aunt May take the fact that I have powers? Will she hate me?"

"No (y/n) never, though take it from my experience. Don't sugarcoat it, I didn't tell her I was Spiderman because I didn't want her to worry about me, that and I wanted to protect her from anyone who might know who I am and use her as leverage. Tomorrow we'll talk to her together, and don't worry she won't hate you. I promise".

"Okay, goodnight Peter".

"Goodnight (y/n)". As I lay my head down and closed my eyes, I felt Peter kiss my temple before walking out and softly shutting the door.

[whyisnicole]

Show Me Your Darkness - Chapter 4

Hey guys! I knnow last chapter was kinda slow (sorry >.<) but I hope you like how it cotinues on from here! Please let me know what you’re thinking, and I really hope you enjoy <3

Trigger Warnings:

Language, violence, slight gore, a cute cat, possible language

Firmly shutting and locking the door behind you, you take a quick glance around your surroundings to affirm yours and Alex's security before making your "nightly route".

 You start on your way, calmly strolling through the three blocks and two alleyways it takes to get your favorite little 24 hour coffee house, pulling your jacket a bit closer to your body as the chill of night encircles you.

You've become a good acquaintance of a lovely older couple, named Donnie and Barbra, who run the shop, and they know a little about your living situation. And, while you try to deny their generosity, they always insist on giving you and Alex a little something.

Tonight, being no different, you make your way from the store with a to-go order of Donnie's homemade apple fritters, a bottle of water, and a couple of doughnuts. This being the only food you'd gotten all day.

They were too good to you.

 With a quick hug and wave goodbye, you make your way outside and begin walking towards the usual meet-up spot of your little group of vigilante friends. However, you only get about a block away before Miko, the local stray cat, slinks his way from outside of a darkened alley, and prowls your way.

 "Hey Miko," you coo, eliciting a scratchy meow in response from the roughened tabby.

 "You hungry?" You ask, crouching down to give him a quick pet as he head-buts your leg and rubs his body along your pants - leaving evidence of his presence behind in the form of a light coat of shedded fur.

 Giving a quiet yet humor filled sigh, you gently tear off and place about three fourths of your apple fritter down for him as he goes to town. Little grunts and intakes of air are distinctly heard as he devours his dinner.

 "You enjoy, Miko. Stay safe, handsome," You smile as you pop the remainder of the dessert in your mouth, and continue on your way to the well-placed apartment building. Opening up your bag of doughnuts and eating a few bites of the first one, you see a familiar looking homeless man resting on a bus bench about thirty feet away.

 Without a second thought, you jog over to him and offer him your second doughnut. You apologize that there was only one left, but he's so delighted to receive anything that he doesn't care. Leaving him with his snack and the unopened bottle of water, you offer up a small smile and continue on.

 Don and Barbra had always told you hat they were happy to help as long as it was for good, and you knew they'd have no problem with you using their gifts to bless others less fortunate than you. They'd taught you quite a few things in your years of living in Queens, and humbleness and gratitude were definitely two of the main things.

  Approaching the run down but fully occupied building, you slide your way to the fire escape and climb the seemigly-endless flights of stairs leading to the roof.

When you finally reach the top, you inhale a deep breath, exhaling as you take in the city skyline surrounding you.

 You'd seen it countless times, yes, but you appreciate it every single one. You saw lights, buildings, ocean, and, most importantly, life.

Life that you knew you had to protect.

  Still waiting for your friends arrival, you saunter over to the side of the building, grabbing onto the railing as you perch yourself on top of it and decide to release your wings.

It was a bit of a painful process, forcing them from the strengthened yet sensitive muscles of your back and out of your skin between your shoulder blades, so you preferred to do it when nobody was around.

 You took of your jacket and exposed your tailored black V-neck that you had sliced slits into with the idea of your wings in mind. Focusing your thoughts and redirecting your energy, you slowly force the black, angel/raven type wings from your body, giving a few whimpers of pain as you pull them through your skin.

When it was all done, you take in a shaky breath and wipe the sweat from your brow, swallowing down the taste of copper in your mouth from biting your lip a bit too hard. Fixing your sight on the city before you, you focus on healing yourself; relaxing your muscles and closing up your aggravated skin, relishing in the sensation of finally being able to unclench your teeth as everything settled back into place.

 "About time you showed up," a familiar voice spoke, startling you out of your daze. Jumping a little at the scare, you feel a strong hand grab hold of your upper arm at the same time you ready your wings to fly if necessary.

Looking up, you're met with none other than Frank Castle and Matthew Murdock themselves.

About time is right.

"Geez, Red," Frank chastises, "You're gonna end up killin' somebody if you keep sneaking up on people like that.

 Giving a sigh of relief, you're back on the solid rooftop, feet steady on the sturdy ground. You can't help but give into laughter as you hear Matt muffle out a response of "Already have," causing everyone to crack a smile at the slightest.

 "So," Matt continues, "How's your night been so far?"

 "Ah you know, same old same old." Kicking a pebble and watching it bounce off into the abyss of grey, you begin your trek towards the other side of the building.

 "I stopped by that coffee shop that I always -"

"The one with the homemade apple fritters and fresh brewed coffee twenty four seven?" Matt interrupts.

 "Brink of Don, Yep, that's the one."

You smile, briefly turning around to acknowledge his question and note that him and Frank are keeping up with you.

 "Anyways, afterwards I found that stray cat, fed it some apple fritter -"

"Of course you did." Frank smiles, looking off towards the skyline as he tries to hide the smirk clearly evident in his voice."

Giving a quiet laugh and shake of your head, you continue.

"Then I checked out the local alleys. Nothing. Made sure no wannabe heroes were getting pumbled in a parking lot. They weren't. And then, finally, I made my way here. Oh! And Wade sends his love, saw him tonight."

 Upon hearing the name, a genuine groan of annoyance is heard from Frank, while Matt just sighs and shakes his head, folding his arms like some sort of disappointed parent.

 "Yeah, 'course he does." Frank sighed, knowing that while both he and Murdock aren't the best of friends with the undying vigilante, they wouldn't dare try and get you to stay away from him. They'd suggested it early on, but now they were at the point  that they saw that yes, Deadpool has his qualms, he's not the worst influence for you to be around. In fact, they were almost hoping for you to rub off on him… They were still trying to figure out if that's actually worked or not.

 You can just never tell with that guy…

"Well, sounds like you've had quite the night then," the unseeing yet all sarcastic Daredevil snides, purely joking.

"Oh haven't I ever." You smile, reaching the railing of the edge of the building and taking a look at the vacant looking warehouse a few buildings down.

 "You guys ready to do this tonight? I know it's been a lot of talk, but I think we've got what we need." You ask, looking back at your partners.

This operation has been in the works for months. Apparently this deserted building isn't so deserted at all.

Drug cartels, money laundering, human, weapon, and drug trafficking - you name it you'll find it in there.

And it was time to do something about it.

"Yeah I think so," replies Frank, followed by an affirming nod from the masked Murdock.

"You positive you wanna do this tonight? It's a lot." The question was meant as an out - none of you ever wanted the other to feel unready going into things, but sometimes that was what it took. You were and are never really safe, not being who you guys are. And, those bad people that you take out, they make other people unsafe as well. So may as well do something about it whenever opportunity arises because if you wait until you feel one hundred percent ready, nothing would ever get done.

 "Positive." You affirm, rolling your neck and stretching out your wings before looking back towards the warehouse.

"Alright then," Frank speaks, loading his gun and readying his weapons;

"Let's do this."

 Placing your hands on the cold, metal bar of the building's barrier, you jump up and place your feet on as well.

 "YN…" You hear Matt warn as your mouth turns up into a smirk.

 "Meet ya there, slowpokes," you smile, falling off the building with your arms open wide, feeling the bitter cold slap against your face as you plummet down, down, down - until you stop. Your wings, spread out and gently flapping, steadily holding you up off the ground before you made your silent flight to the warehouse.

 "Where can I get me a pair of those…" Frank mutters, glancing down at where you had just disappeared to.

"The same place I can get a new pair of eyes." Matt retorted, desperately trying to keep his laughter from bursting out at Franks stunned expression that even Murdock could detect.

 "Geez," Frank says, shaking his dropped head and making his way towards the fire escape;

 "It's gonna be a long night..."

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