#marvel x black!reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

BRUCE BANNER & THE HULK (mcu)

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How Bruce / Hulk reacts to being given a Hulk plush (Bruce Banner x Fem!Reader) and (Hulk & Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

SFW, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, hints at canon divergence

Picture source: Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

2k+ words (some of which are from one Spurt - or mini fic - w/ Bruce and another w/ Hulk)

BRUCE BANNER

Bruce stares at you like you’re insane when you come up to him brandishing the plushie Hulk like a trophy.

Of course a second later he fixes his face to smile at you in greeting, even with his hair fluffier than usual from him having been running his hands through it so much and his smile tinged with fatigue, but his initial opinion of the plush itself still doesn’t actually improve.

For your part you remain unphased, making sure he’s not handling anything sensitive as you study the little Hulk in your hands some more before slipping behind his desk and shaking it at Bruce with a proclamation of: “It’s you!”

Bruce laughs at your antics despite the way both his brows have started furrowing, and finally reaches out for the plush.

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“And people, what? They buy these?”

“They did,” you shrug, you’re not going to sugarcoat it for Bruce. He’s likely to go looking for the distributor on his own time anyway.

Bruce goes quiet then, but it’s the type of silence from him that only half worries you. He was thinking, certainly, but not in a way that would make him spiral. At least not immediately.

“Right,” Bruce hums. He turns the little green plush over in his hands — both having come off his keyboard where he was inputting notes into his computer the moment you walked into his office. “No parent wants their child playing with a toy modeled after a proverbial natural disaster on legs, huh?”

He cracks a small lopsided grin at that, scoffing to himself. You give him a long look in response and Bruce only offers a shrug, ducking his head and reaching up to squeeze the back of his neck for a moment.

Your lips purse.

“I didn’t say that, B.”

He nods, “It’s the truth though, Y/n, I’m well aware of that.” The scientist stands from his stool, leaving the plush beside his keyboard, moving closer to you and wrapping you up in his arms. Softly, he nudges his nose with your broader one and you smile. “Plus, you’re far nicer than me. Of course you wouldn’t have said that.”

The soft, pale inside of his palm presses to your darker skin as he brings up his hand to cup over your cheek. Before you let yourself lean into his touch you give him a measured look, eyes narrowed, but Bruce doesn’t budge despite the apologetic look he’s giving you.

“Goddamnit, Bruce,” you grumble, giving into his touch after pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

The corners of Bruce’s eyes crinkle. He snorts.

“For what it’s worth it’s actually pretty cute,” he looks over the Hulk plushie with a more critical eye before shrugging, “even if it’s likeness is off.”

You heave a sigh.

“It’s too cute,” you guess.

Bruce nods.

“It’s way too cute,” he confirms, the arm he still has around your waist squeezing playfully at you.

Laughing, you shake your head at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing a quick peck of a kiss to his lips.

The hand he had on your face drops from your dewy skin to join the other around your waist like a moth drawn to flame, and you grin as he shifts fast to kiss you back, his grip on you tightening.

You put a finger over his lips to keep him from chasing your mouth for more, staring at him with lidded eyes and a sly curve to your lips.

“I feel it pertinent to remind you that Hulk and you share a face, Honey.” Bruce’s eyes widen and he looks about two seconds away from pressing a hand to his chest and acting wounded. “And,” you say before he can take his hands off you, “that I happen to think you’re both plenty cute. In my humble opinion that is.”

“Oh in your ‘humble’ opinion? Is that what we’re calling it?” Bruce snorts again, but when he kisses you next it’s sweeter than it needs to be.

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Overall, Bruce doesn’t hate the plush toy, which is nice, he just doesn’t particularly care for it. Though he does raise an amused brow once he tracks down the small Brazilian factory that used to make the plushies, a small fond smile curling his lips.

In general his relationship with Hulk is a lot better than it’s been even before everything with Wanda, but post The Avengers forming (hell, after having helped create Ultron with Tony his relationship with himself is the best it’s been since), so he isn’t disgusted like he once would’ve been by the prospect of a company making Hulk plushies.

The Hulk protected him on Sakaar (even if he did a lot of other things Bruce likes less too), and saved his life during The Battle of Wakanda. Bruce could give the Big Guy his props now. Especially after he himself got to kick ass in the HulkBuster, but could still admit to himself that fighting droves of bad guys wasn’t the type of challenge he particularly enjoyed.

Bruce largely disregards the plush after your initial conversation about it. Forgets about the thing, really. When he finds you one night — after he’s been away with the team for a few days on a particularly grueling mission — curled up on the couch with the plush against your chest and your arms wrapped tight around it he finds a kind of fondness for the little Hulk, though.

Cuddling with the plush like that you cut both the most adorable and the most heartbreakingly sweet figure he’s ever seen.

When Bruce scoops you up to carry you off to y’all’s shared bedroom it’s with a small groan (Hulk’s been in charge for the better part of 72 hours, his body was all bruise and still in the process of completely healing from the prolonged transformation, his ass is exhausted), but it’s completely worth it to feel the brush of your soft kinky hair over his cheek and to have you subconsciously curl into him — Hulk plush still held tightly and smushed between both of your bodies — in your sleep.

By the time you’re both in bed you’ve started to stir awake and give him the ‘welcome home’ he always looks forward to, insistent arms locked tight around his shoulders in a hug as he squeezes you flush to him from around your waist. He still makes sure the Hulk plush doesn’t tumble to the floor in your excitement though, handing it back to you and watching with fond russet eyes as you curl up with it again while he spoons you from behind and presses sweet, longing kisses into the brown expanse of your skin.

THE HULK

Hulk is borderline insulted at first until you explain what it is.

When you first come up to him brandishing his plush lookalike you’re not expecting him to both simultaneously respond like you’re about to burn him in effigy and as if you’re betraying him by trying to replace his big green ass with a plushie, of all things, but you suppose that with his reputation and general possessiveness towards you that you should’ve expected his reaction on both accounts.

After a quick explanation, and a pat of your tiny hand over his giant one in reassurance, you’re good to go though.

Once Hulk’s certain you're not trying to replace him or hurt and piss him off, though….

…Hulk immediately hits you with a “But…people hate Hulk,” and you're so caught off guard that you just blink up at him for a few silent moments.

Hulk has your mind going haywire as you think of an answer for him — vetoing “not everyone,” as an acceptable response almost immediately at the impatient grumble he lets out at you taking so long to answer.

Hulk hears your eventual answer of: “Some people still do, yeah, but a few people definitely don’t. I don’t,” and deflates.

The Big Guy slumps forward, resting his elbow onto his thigh where he’s sitting criss-cross in front of you, so he can prop his head up with his fist as he effectively pouts. You feel horrible that you can’t give him any other answer, but that was the truth and you wouldn’t lie to him; especially when you’d be so easily disproved if the Big Guy actually showed his face anywhere.

Hulk’s public perception wasn’t completely in the gutter, with a ton of work and a good deal of care it could be salvaged some, but he definitely wasn’t trusted by the majority of the public anymore (and the trust he and Bruce did have before the incident in South Africa had been faint at best even back in the day).

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“Fine.” Hulk gives a great big huff that makes your lips quirk. “Hulk look.” He holds out his hand, and you promptly rise on the tips of your toes to place the Hulk plushie delicately in his palm.

Plush now in his free hand; he doesn’t actually move it from where you placed it, just moves his hand this way and that and gives the toy a grave amount of inspection.

“Hulk never wore purple,” he grunts after a few moments, and you laugh.

Hulk wasn’t exactly wrong though. Bruce certainly wore a lot of purple, it was his favorite color after all, but Hulk didn’t touch the color if he could help it outside of the short block of purple that lined the top sides of his uniform pants.

Hulk’s completely unphased when you lean over his thigh opposite from where he’s propping his head up so you can inspect the plush with him. Even drops his hand enough for you to be able to see it at eye level.

After a few of your own silent seconds you nod and solemnly agree that you’ve never actually seen him wear full-on purple, yes, but guess that the color is for color theory purposes as the plush was made for children and would need appealing color coding to match.

“That’s dumb,” Hulk grunts, but he leaves it at that.

He goes right back to staring at the thing in silence again and you’re perfectly content to let him, humming softly and letting yourself rest your upper body over his muscled thigh.

Hulk runs hot so you won’t stay pressed to him for too long (unless it’s cold, then you’re stuck to him like glue) but his jade skin is surprisingly soft for such a force of nature and he’s never once objected to you climbing all over him.

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Eventually you reach up to take the plush back (mostly bcs Hulk’s had enough of it and is twisting his hand sideways, so if you don’t take it, it’ll fall) and keep talking lightly with Hulk about Avengers shit and whatnot. Absentmindedly, though, you take to running your thumbs softly over the plush’s head area or through its short tufts of fake black “hair”, self soothing with the feel of the plush.

Hulk notices. Hell, Hulk points it out to you.

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“Y/n not touch Hulk like that.”

A blink.

Freezing, you pause to look down at your fidgeting hands and the soft colorful fabric beneath the pads of your fingers. Your brows furrow.

Another blink— still from you.

Only after a few more beats of silence — only broken by a grumble from the Big Guy as he shifts restlessly — do you look up and turn your blank stare onto Hulk.

Hulk, whose lips are downturned into a frown and who's also watching you like he’s half expecting you to catch a whole conniption over his words.

What you finally, eloquently, settle on saying is: “What?”

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And that’s how you end up finding out Hulk likes when you run your nails along his scalp as hard as you can (he’s got some tough ass skin, there’s no other way; and if you wear acrylics or gels they’re gonna need to be strong) and when you run gentle hands over his face. Likes it so much he falls asleep, in fact.

It’s also how you end up with literal tons worth of jade green giant lying flat on his back with his head inches away from your lap while you sit criss-cross on the plush carpet behind him with your back leant against his shoulder and hands working overtime as you essentially pet him.

Call him “handsome” while you brush his hair behind his ears and he’ll crack an eye open to drop large eyes down to look at you then grin hard enough to have you cracking up. Press kisses all over his giant cheeks and forehead and over his closed eyelids and he’ll be eating out of your palm for a week— this shit is dangerous.

Overall, after any misunderstandings have been corrected, he’s more readily forgiving of the plush than Bruce, but that’s mostly because he has the benefit of feeling flattered that you’re so eagerly snuggling with a green plushie made in his likeness even as you’re curled up by his side.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!!

Bonus scrapped scene: “Hulk not grey either” “I know, Big Guy, but copyright. The distributors probably didn’t want to get sued for using your likeness.” “Still not grey,” he grumbles, expression turning mulish and petulant. You pat him on the arm in solidarity.

I am in a fucking mood I can’t help myself, the Bruce/Hulk stuff just keeps coming.

So, yeah, I went for the alternate version of Endgame (ie: one of the deleted Hulk/Bruce scenes) and changed the story a bit so that I don’t have to deal with MCU “Smart Hulk” and so that I could have Hulk smash from the HulkBuster armor after Bruce and his back and forth where they come to an understanding (also a deleted scene), but instead of kind of erasing Hulk I’m just making it so now he and Bruce have come to an equilibrium together. I’ve also technically retconned the fuck out of Ragnarok, but I don’t go into that here.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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Bonus(+)Banner —

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Also, honestly, it bothers me (to a fictional extent) that Wanda never had to own up to or make up for what she did to Bruce and her making the conscious decision to set the Hulk off in that area of South Africa bcs she was irritated and as a distraction. We know that once Bruce came back to earth and did that ridiculous “Smart Hulk” thing that he had to rebuild his image and public perception of him and that even by She-Hulk: Attorney at Law it’s not stable enough for him to just be around the regular public as a Hulk. Even when in Endgame we see that he’s regained trust and has some amount of celebrity, his position on earth is still clearly tentative. And that’s despite being a big factor in helping save the world.

Bruce had to build himself out of that hole that Wanda dug for him and whatever legal mess and guilt that would’ve naturally followed, Hulk had to sit with that guilt and that confusion (you can see the emotions on his face right before Tony — using Veronica — knocks him out and he’s the one who leaves on the quinjet) then was subsequently erased by the narrative because the writers didn’t want to actually write a Hulk redemption arc, and Wanda got off completely scot free without having to make up for or let herself be rightfully prosecuted for destroying those South Africans’ lives, because the Hulk might not have murdered anyone but Hulk’s rampage (by its very nature) is tantamount to an impromptu natural disaster having torn through that city. A city that Wanda purposely targeted because she was mad at one man, and an infraction that she never made up for or is even seriously mentioned after AOU.

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Bonus(+)Pic —

[merakidoll]

my monster fucker agenda is back! i missed my big beefy alien man 🎀

your body squrmied, hands bound to the large makeshift bed as you watched the monster watch you as if you were prey, and you were - his. “v-ven-“ you couldn’t fully say his name; his long tounge coming out to lick your wet cheek a deep hiss coming from him. “no talking.” no room in his words were left for you to argue, just the waiting and seeing that what the alien would do.

your legs pushed themselves together to stop the hard ache; you knew the smell of arousal was prominent in the air from how he hissed again, this time it paried with a head jerk and the monsters cock in between his legs bobbing, while thick big drops of his essence fell to the floor. before you blinked he was across the room, keeping a large distance; after, you felt a hard but gentle tug on your legs and a a soft, textured pointy tips fucking into your cunt with the dramatic sounds of your wetness in the air.

your eyes stayed closed as you couldn’t breath by the pleasure. it didn’t take you long to realize it was his tongue! vemom growing more greedy as he ate your using the flattness and length of his wet muscles to fuck into your hole but also tweak your clit, making it sore and sensitive. your breathing finally caught up to you when he pulled back. a deep cry and your body shaking, a orgasm that was right there fading away. “p-please! please! l-love you, please let me c-cum” you tried tugging at the things that bounded you but nothing worked. venom wouldn’t leave his baby all hot and bothered, no no no!

he slowly like a predator, got on the bed and hovered above you, large frame and broad shoulders taking heavy sighs, as he rose your leg to go above your head, so that you were folded just for him. “hmm” he said in a conforming way, one hand holding your legs while the other was used to position his cock to rest between your fat folds. a grunt of disapproval was heard that you didn’t wrap over him completely but it would do, your head and mouth that was right by the tip would help. he tested the position, one thrust of his hips, your clit throbbing and hole dripping, while your lips kissed his large head tasting him just a little!

“a-aging” he said more to himself, this time moving quicker, your tounge making an appearance to give a kitten lick as you moaned; the vibration sending shock waves through his body. after that he didn’t stop, his body feeling so good, you looking so pretty as you let the large drops fall into your mouth but of course all of it didn’t fit. you were too dumb, your pussy and tummy having a sort of feeling - so full, so close - and you came. squirting so much that venom gave you a slap with his cock as a reward. your body was shaking; so sensitive and venom only started to speed up a new found slickness helping him move better.

his slit eyes shut right when he was close, moving back and ignoring how you cried, he gripped himself using both hands pushing at the foreskin to urge it out better. you didn’t have to wait long to be decorated in him. venom making sure you were all painted in his cum so that anyone who thought you weren’t his, would know.

[blackynsupremacy]

black girls,

make the content you want.

i’m serious.

idc if you think it’s gonna flop.

idc if you think you’re a terrible writer or artist.

idc if you believe that character/celebrity/athlete/whoever likes black girls or not. (who cares what the fandom says anyway!)

idc if you’re the first and only one to start that _____ x black reader tag.

make the content you want to see!

do it for you most importantly! (you will inspire others ofc)

in conclusion, you won’t get it if you won’t make it.

[greengoblinswifey]

Silken Punishment—Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

summary— you and bucky have a petty argument that leaves you upset and defiant. he finds you at a club, upset by your behavior and outfit and takes you home to teach you a lesson.

warnings— brat!reader, spanking, praise kink, slight degradation, face fucking, cock worship, sergeant and sir kink, fingering, katoptronophilia, orgasm denial, edging, choking, unprotected sex, spit kink, creampie, aftercare.

a/n— my first bucky fic on here, i’ve only ever written for him on my ao3 @/greengoblinswhore. comments and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy <3

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The fight between you and Bucky had started over something trivial. He’d been more protective than usual lately—maybe too much. You’d gone out with some friends, and he didn’t like how late you were staying out or the company you were keeping. Tempers flared, words were exchanged, and before you knew it, he stormed off to the Avengers Tower, muttering something about needing space to think.

But space wasn’t what you needed. Frustrated and defiant, you slid into a delicate, lace overlay garment with dress, if you could even call it that. Its semi-sheer design subtly revealed your figure underneath, giving it a bold yet elegant allure. The white lace contrasted beautifully against your dark skin, creating a striking visual that you knew would draw attention to your curves and ass. The club down the street beckoned, and within minutes, you were there, moving to the rhythm of the music under the pulsing lights. You knew heads turned as you swayed your hips, your dress catching the strobe light, revealing your bare ass and your boobs but you didn’t care. Tonight was about you.

The air shifted suddenly. A familiar presence sent a shiver down your spine before you even saw him. Bucky. You felt his icy blue gaze cut through the crowd, pinning you in place. Turning, you saw him striding towards you, his jaw tight and his expression unreadable.

“Let’s go. Now,” he growled, his voice barely audible over the pounding bass.

You tilted your head, smirking defiantly. “I’m not going anywhere with your bossy ass.”

His eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer, his metal arm glinting under the club lights. “We’re not doing this here. Let’s talk at home.”

“Maybe I don’t feel like going home,” you shot back, taking a step toward the dance floor.

Before you could blink, Bucky had you over his shoulder, his vibranium arm holding you securely as he made his way through the stunned crowd. “You’re testing my patience, doll,” he muttered.

“Put me down, Bucky!” you squealed, pounding at his back, but he didn’t flinch. You knew better than to think anyone would intervene—who would dare challenge the Winter Soldier?

Once home, the door barely clicked shut before Bucky carried you straight to the bedroom. He set you down briefly before sitting on the edge of the bed, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “Over my knee,” he commanded softly but firmly.

You blinked, your defiance faltering for a moment. “You can’t—”

“Now.”

His voice left no room for argument. You hesitated, your heart pounding as you realized exactly what kind of punishment he had in mind.

He smirked as his metal arm rested on his thigh, the other guiding you firmly over his knee. His fingers skimmed over the hem of the dress you’d worn to the club, shaking his head. “This little thing leaves nothing to the imagination,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “Back in my day, they’d have called you all kinds of whore for showing this much skin.”

You twisted your neck to look at him, a small, teasing smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe, but I’m your whore, aren’t I?”

“Not the time,” Bucky snapped, his tone cutting enough to make your smirk falter. “You scared me half to death tonight, and this is how you decide to act? Think you’re getting off easy, doll?”

Before you could respond, his warm flesh hand came down against your ass with a sharp smack, making you gasp. The sting wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough to make you feel it. He never used his metal hand for something like this—it wasn’t in him to ever risk hurting you, even when he was upset.

“Count,” he instructed, his voice low but commanding. “And if you mess up, we start from one. Understood?”

“Yes sergeant,” you murmured, your voice soft but shaky.

“Good girl,” he replied. His hand came down again, and you squealed, “One!” He continued, the sound of his hand meeting you filling the room. Between each smack, you counted, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the little sobs spilling from your glossy lips.

By the time you reached twenty, your protests were softer, your words nearly swallowed by your tears. “I didn’t mean it,” you whispered, burying your face into your folded arms. “I just wanted to have fun—I didn’t think it’d turn into all this.”

“It’s too late for that, doll,” Bucky said, his tone firm but laced with the quiet concern he was trying to mask. He helped you up after a moment, pulling you close against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you let out a soft sniffle, your cheek pressing into his shirt.

“You were scaring me,” he admitted, his voice finally softening as he stroked your back. “I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling back just enough to look at him. “Can you hold me? Please?”

Bucky’s jaw tightened slightly. He wanted to scoop you up and tell you it was all forgiven, but you weren’t off the hook just yet. “When you’ve learned to be a good girl,” he replied. He tilted your chin up, meeting your watery gaze with his piercing blue eyes. “But you’re not there yet.”

Guiding you gently down to your knees, Bucky settled back into his seat on the bed. “If you’re really sorry, show me. Worship my cock,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small smirk. “Show me just how much you mean it.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you lowered his pants, the heat of his gaze making your skin prickle. He didn’t rush you, his metal fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch cold yet grounding. When his cock was free, you paused, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him, hard.

“Don’t stop now, doll,” he said, his voice low and husky. The way his thumb grazed your bottom lip sent a shiver down your spine. “You’ve got something to prove, don’t you?”

You nodded, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his tip, murmuring, “I love how perfect you are.” Your lips traced a slow, deliberate path, and you could feel the weight of his stare on you. “So big sergeant, so beautiful,” you whispered, your words a mix of praise and awe. You knew he liked hearing it, the way his jaw tightened and his fingers threaded through your hair told you so.

“That’s enough talking,” he said, his tone more commanding now. “I don’t need you to tell me, you’re gonna show me.”

Your lips parted, and you took him in your mouth, your movements deliberate and careful, your gaze flicking up to meet his. His hand tightened in your curls, guiding you just enough to remind you who was in control. “That’s it, doll,” he murmured, his voice dark and rough. “Keep going, just like that.”

You continued, your focus entirely on him, feeling his quiet approval in the way he relaxed, though his hand remained firmly in your hair. He let out a soft grunt, his other hand brushing against your shoulder as if to steady himself. “You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his words sending a wave of warmth through you. “Sometimes you can be a good girl.”

When you pulled back briefly, you kissed along his length, your lips soft against him, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “I love making you feel good.” Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his cock, adding to the warmth of your affection. He groaned in response, his hand tugging lightly at your curls.

“Don’t get too cocky,” he warned, his words carrying a teasing edge. “You’re still making up for earlier.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied with a soft smile, letting your lips and hands continue their work, eager to earn his forgiveness.

You took him deep into your throat, gagging as you did but it only turned him on. His grip on your curls remained, pushing your head down then thrusting when you got too comfortable. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, saliva and pre cum dripping down your chin, and you made sure your eyes looked up at him, full of admiration.

“So fucking beautiful even when you’re a brat,” he moaned. He began thrusting faster, ready to shoot his load down your throat. “Get ready, and you’re going to swallow every drop.” You hummed in response, the vibration sending him over the edge and he pushed your head all the way down until your nose touched his pelvis. His cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop like the good girl you aimed to be.

His hand slipped under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. He pulled you into his arms, his kiss firm and possessive, but the warmth behind it told you everything you needed to know. “You’ve got a lot to learn about behaving,” he said, brushing his thumb across your cheek, “but you’re lucky I’m a patient man.”

Bucky pulled you up effortlessly, his grip firm but careful as he placed you in front of the tall mirror. His sharp gaze met yours in the reflection, and you felt a flush creep up your neck when his hands slid down to your hips. With a slow tug, he removed the delicate fabric of your G-string, letting it fall to the floor.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice low as his fingers brushed against your inner thighs. His vibranium arm encircled your waist, holding you in place. “Soaked already? Really?” His tone was dripping with mockery, his smirk widening as your eyes darted down, embarrassed.

“Sergeant, I—” you stammered, but he cut you off with a shake of his head, his flesh hand slipping between your legs.

“Quiet,” he said, his lips close to your ear. “You’re going to take everything I give you, understand?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved against your clit, skilled and purposeful, drawing moans from you that you couldn’t contain. His vibranium arm tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed against his chest when your knees began to weaken. “Stay still,” he warned, his voice firm. “You wanted to act out? Now look at the mess you’re making—on me, on the floor, everywhere.”

Your head fell back against his shoulder, his fingers plunging inside your pussy deeper, each movement making you squirm against him. “Stop squirming,” he growled, his tone almost mocking. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

“Sergeant, please,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt your orgasm building inside you. Just when you were teetering on the edge, his hand stilled, leaving you desperate and trembling.

He stopped abruptly, taking his fingers into his mouth to suck off your juices before leaning down to spit it in your awaiting mouth. “Thank you sir,” you moaned, “can I cum now?”

“No,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding. “Brats don’t get rewarded.” He turned you to face the bed, guiding you forward. “Now, get up there. Face down. Ass up. Move.”

You obeyed, biting your lip as you crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself as he instructed. Your heart raced as you glanced at the mirror, where you could see the reflection of the both of you. Bucky stood behind you, his intense gaze fixed on you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the muscles of his torso.

“As much as you look like a damn whore in that dress,” he said. “You look so sexy, it stays on.” His smirk was almost cruel, his hands brushing along the curve of your hips as he positioned himself behind you.

“You’re going to behave now, aren’t you, doll?” he murmured, his voice low but commanding. “Or do I need to remind you who’s in charge?”

You rolled your eyes and he slapped your ass in response, making you yelp.

Bucky didn’t hesitate, gripping your waist tightly before plunging into you with a force that left you gasping. Your face buried into the pillow instinctively, but his low, commanding voice brought you back. “Uh-uh,” he growled, his fingers tightening around your hips. “Look at yourself. Look at what happens when you act out. Watch me punish you.”

You turned your head toward the mirror, catching sight of him in all his glory. His sculpted muscles rippled with every movement, his biceps flexing as he held you in place. His sharp blue eyes met yours in the reflection, a look of dominance swirling in them. “That’s right,” he said, slamming into you harder, his voice a mixture of mockery and authority. “Watch. Don’t you dare look away.”

Your breath hitched as his pace quickened, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Sergeant, I’m sorry,” you gasped, your voice trembling.

“It’s too late for that,” he said sharply, his lips curving into a smirk. “You’ve been a brat and a damn whore all night. You don’t get to apologize now.”

His rhythm didn’t relent, his grip firm as he hit that spot inside you that made you tremble uncontrollably. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he noticed the way your pussy soaked his cock. When you clenched around him, he let out a low groan, his hand coming down to your hip. “Are you gonna cum?” he asked, his tone dangerously low.

“Yes sir,” you admitted breathlessly, your body on the verge of giving in.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snapped, his tone a warning. “You better hold it.”

“I—I can’t,” you stammered, your voice breaking as your body betrayed you. “I’m sensitive, sir. Please—”

“You better,” he interrupted firmly, not letting up for a second. The sound of his voice made it clear he wasn’t going to let you off easily.

Without warning, he switched positions, lifting you effortlessly and laying you on the bed. Your upper body dangled off the edge, giving you a full view of the two of you in the mirror. His hands gripped your curls, holding you steady as he leaned in. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low. When you obeyed, he spat into your mouth, watching as you swallowed before letting go of your head.

Your vision swam as your head hung back, the view in the mirror giving you a dizzying look at him in control. Bucky’s pace was relentless, each movement rough, his body moving with a confidence that left you breathless. “Look at me,” he said sharply, his hand coming down to your thigh to steady you. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to see how hot this looks.”

“I’m sorry, Sergeant,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible as you struggled to keep up. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” he said, his smirk widening as he continued without pause. “You’ve got a lot to prove.”

The sight of him, his sharp jawline clenched, his muscles taut as he worked you over was almost overwhelming. His focus never wavered, his gaze flicking between your reflection and your trembling form beneath him. The mix of roughness and control left you unable to look away. Your body bounced wildly as his hips snapped against yours and you weren’t sure how long you could take as the blood rushed to your head.

Bucky’s grip was firm around your throat as he pulled you up, his fingers brushing against your flushed cheeks before guiding you to straddle him. His broad frame sank into the mattress, his gaze flickering to the mirror in front of you both.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, an edge of possession lacing his words. “That dress, you know how many looks you got tonight? Too many.”

With a sharp tug, the delicate fabric tore easily under his hands. You gasped, eyes widening. “Bucky! That was my favorite!” you protested, pouting.

“Too bad,” he replied without hesitation, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re not wearing it again, not out there, not for anyone else. You’re mine.”

Your skin prickled under his gaze as he adjusted your position, his hands steadying you on his lap. In the mirror, the two of you looked like something out of a dream, his powerful frame grounding you as your reflection showcased every subtle movement.

“Move,” he instructed, his tone soft but demanding. “Ride me like you mean it, doll.”

You obeyed, slowly at first, your hands bracing against his chest. His grip on your hips tightened as he guided you on his thick cock, his voice softening with praise. “That’s it, just like that. You’re doing so good, baby.”

As you found a rhythm, his eyes stayed locked on you in the mirror. “Fucking look at yourself,” he said, his hand tilting your chin so your eyes met his reflection. “Look how gorgeous you are, bouncing on my cock like that. All mine.”

You bounced on his cock faster at his praises, the sound of his voice spurring you on. “Faster,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “Come on, doll. I know you can do better than that.”

You whimpered, your legs trembling with the effort. “I’m trying, sir,” you whispered breathlessly.

“I can see that,” he replied, a flicker of a smirk crossing his face. His hand moved to your throat, tilting your face toward him for a soft kiss. “But you’ve got to earn it. Don’t stop.”

As exhaustion set in, your grinding on his cock slowed, and he steadied you, his fingers trailing gently across your skin. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”

You gripped his muscular body for dear life, doing your best to grind against him to give you both the pleasure you needed. “Aww, that’s my girl, you’ve earned it, cum for me.”

His words were all you needed, your body shook on top of him, and your orgasm took ahold of you. Babbling incoherent words, you squirted on his cock, the sensation so intense that his cum spurted inside you. You both panted in each other’s arms as you rode out your high, Bucky laying kisses all over your face as he tried to ground you.

When it was all over, he laid you gently on the bed, his movements uncharacteristically tender as he grabbed a warm cloth and began to clean you up. His hands worked with care, his voice softening as he murmured, “I was worried about you tonight, you know. Don’t scare me like that again.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly.

His gaze softened as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you into his arms. “Just don’t let it happen again, doll,” he said with a small smile, wrapping you in his warmth.

[usoppshoneydew]

"Loopy And Lovely” Joaquin Torres x reader🛬🛬🛬

S: After an extreme injury during an op, Joaquin stays with you while you go loopy from blood loss, but blood isn't the only thing you spill.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Black!F!reader

Tw: Injury/mentions of blood/angst/happy ending/ hinted sambucky

Wc: 5.6k

Notes: This might be a little wordy; This is proofread, but there might still be mistakes🛬🛬🛬

*Shliiick!*

Dammit, that can't be good. You know that's not good. Your face cringes as your body finishes its ride past whatever sharp object that had been protruding out of the wall, and then you continue your chase. Your eyes are glued to the black bomber jacket a few feet in front of you when your comm quickly comes to life against your ear.

“That didn't sound good! You alright?!” Joaquin’s voice huffs in your ear for the first time since you both were forced to split up.

“How had he heard that?” Is the first thought that comes to mind while you hop across the rusted,tin barrels pushed over in front of you. Though it's possible you may have made some kind of noise when your side was sliced through. At least that's what feels like might've happened. You haven't actually had the chance to look yet. You don't answer Joaquin right away, instead expelling your energy into finally catching the jerk in front of you and quickly disarming them of the blade they were swinging around with inexperience. The suspect is tied and waiting patiently, or unconsciously, when your comm starts up again.

“Y/n! Hey! You alright!?” Joaquin's voice comes through with more urgency, startling you slightly. You lean your back against a wall in the hallway you'd been led to, a sizable piece of the suspects jacket being held over your own shirt.

“I'm alright! I'm alright, Joaquin! I'm alright.” You finally answer him, your voice tapering off into an exhausted sigh. You slide down the wall slowly, and your torso bends once you get closer to the floor, making you wince. Whatever rush of adrenaline from the chase that was keeping the pain at bay is gone now. It only gets worse when you actually plop onto the ground.

“Ugh.” you simper quietly before wincing again, only this time it's because you know Joaquin’s perceptive ears caught it.

“That doesn't sound alright!” He answers the sound quickly, his voice broken by what you guess are his steps. He must be running. Sam must've caught the disturbance too, because his voice comes through your earpiece next.

“What's going on you two!? Talk to me!” He questions the both of you in a stern voice, the way he always does when your and Joaquin's conversations over the comms are anything other than childish banter. You roll your eyes a little, embarrassment and shame creeping up on you like an uncomfortable sweat.

“ Everything is alright for now. The straggler that dipped is restrained and pliant. I got cut in the pursuit, though. Snagged on something in the wall.” You report with regret. You can't say anything else before Joaquin is back on the line, though.

“How is that alright!?” His voice booms in your ear, making you flinch, likely making Sam cringe too.

“Alright let's calm down! Y/n what's your location!?” He asks, his voice somehow still lower than Joaquin's even though he's the one fighting against the air flow around him. You use as little effort as possible to take in your surroundings. You remember that the suspect took off towards the right of the compound when you left to chase them. You're pretty sure you're still on that side.

“Uh, I followed them to the east wing, next to the perimeter of the compound. I'm on the wall in a hallway outside the building. Should be visible to anyone coming from our starting point.” You report with strain. Talking is starting to feel exhausting and you're getting tired of doing it. You hear a clicking sound and a robotic chirp.

“Gotcha! Sending medical as we speak! Redwing’s gonna lead em, so they'll get there quicker! Just stay awake alright!?” Sam directs you. You glance down at the black cloth in your hand, and even though it's difficult, you can see the darker portion growing mighty big.

“Copy.” You sigh and lean over onto a crate that's conveniently sitting beside you.

“Alright. Joaquin-?” Sam starts before immediately being cut off by the man in question.

“On it!” He finishes, his voice broken up again, and you know he's running to your location. You close your eyes as those feelings rear their heads again. You could just be light-headed from the blood loss, though.

You sit quietly in the cool shade provided by the wall, waiting for either Joaquin or medical to arrive. In the air above you birds chirp, and somewhere in the woods beside the compound, you can hear other wildlife completely oblivious of the janky place next to them.

Sighing in irritation, you rest your head against the wall. This is ridiculous. The mission was only supposed to be a quick check of an abandoned warehouse. It was anticipated that there might be a few stragglers, but what you all didn't anticipate was for there to be so many of them or that they'd be waiting to ambush you. Fortunately, Sam was able to take care of the most dangerous of the threats, but a few split off from the group with the files you were looking for, which of course meant that you and Joaquin were responsible for catching them. Now you're sitting here bleeding, inconveniencing your entire team. What's worse is the one you apprehended didn't even have the files. You're still resting with your eyes closed when you hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. You know who you're expecting, but you still pull a blade out of your thigh holster.

“Y/n! Hey!” Joaquin's voice rings out, and your stiff posture relaxes. You lean forward, squinting in pain as you do, and peek out of the hallway. Past the rubble and assortment of discarded items, you can see your partner searching the area for you. His eyes meet yours right as you call for him.

“I'm over here!” You shout, the best you can anyway, while Joaquin starts making his way over to you. He has to dodge and avoid the same things you did, and by the time he's within a few feet of you, he's cursing, irritated.

“Shit, they probably led you this way on purpose. Like a place rigged with booby traps.” He sighs as he finally trots up to you. Your eyes glance away with a small nod. That makes sense. There were a number of inconveniences on the way here, each debilitating if you got caught on one. You had managed to avoid them all until, well, you hadn't. Joaquin squats down next to you, and gently puts his hand over yours, his eyes scanning your side. You haven't looked at it in a few minutes but you imagine it looks pretty bad.

“They probably didn't expect you to keep running after you got snagged on one though.” He huffs with a laugh tinting the edges. The look he's giving you is a mix between impressed and ‘you dumbass’, an expression that's usually on Sam's face thanks to one of you. You manage to keep from smiling, the feeling tickling your cheeks a bit, and instead shake your head lightly.

“Like you wouldn't have done the same thing.” You defend yourself but your voice comes out just a smidge softer than earlier. Joaquin must notice, because he doesn't respond with a quip like he usually would.

“Here, let's get you on your back.” He starts anxiously, quickly sliding his arms behind your back and under your knees.

“ Excuse me?” You tease with an accusatory frown. Joaquin really must be out of it because he looks at you for a second before computing what you'd just said and rolling his eyes.

“Shut up.” he laughs, making you smile, and you both get back to the task at hand. You do your best to help Joaquin lay you down, doing what you can to make as few noises as possible. It was getting difficult to pretend your side wasn't aching though. Sitting still had actually made the area feel worse, sore even, but what else could you have done? You just hold the jacket tight to your waist while Joaquin finishes sliding you onto your back.

“Ok um-. Let's get some layers on you. Y'know, so your body temperature doesn't drop too much.” The Falcon mutters after thinking for a second, and then strips off his jacket. You trace his arms with your eyes until Joaquin's meet yours. Ofcourse, you glance away smoothly before blinking and squeezing your eyes shut for a second. That was odd. Why'd you let him catch you like that?

“Wait, wait. How much blood do you think I've lost?” you ask while Joaquin is draping his jacket over you. A pleasant scent immediately brushes your face, and you realize there's cologne on his jacket. Who takes the time to spritz on some cologne before going on a mission? Joaquin hums and folds up a section of cloth over your side to assess the damage.

“Um- looks like you've lost a liter? Maybe a liter and a half? You're still cognizant so maybe a liter.” he guesses. He can't really tell, he's not a medic, but the amount of blood soaking your shirt is enough to make anyone nervous. Your eyes scan the concerned expression on his face. You hate it when his brows crease like that, all pinched and worried. It didn't look right on a face that was always smiling. Joaquin looks best when he's goofing off and getting on everyone's nerves.

“Your smile is so pretty.” You sigh softly, and Joaquin's face darts up from where it's angled towards your side. He glances over at you with big, searching eyes.

“Huh?” He asks you, like he's checking to see if you said that by accident. Instead of shying away like you did earlier though, you hold his gaze.

“You look handsome when you smile.” you reiterate calmly, and just blink at him as if random compliments that aren't disguised with banter, are normal for you two. Joaquin blinks with his mouth parted slightly, before dropping his head sheepishly, trying to hide the red beginning to tint his face. You notice it though, and think about running your thumb over the apples of his cheeks. You wonder if they'll be warm.

“Wha- what are you talking about?” He asks with an amused puff of air. This was a pretty handsome look too, you think. Confusion with a mix of something. Fondness? You can't pinpoint it right now, opting to trace the shape of his jaw with your eyes instead. Joaquin watches your attention float elsewhere, so he brushes your comment off and goes back to assessing your side, even if it is a little embarrassing that it's still his body that's distracted you.

“Anyway, Sam and the medical team should be here soon-.” He starts before pausing when he feels your hand touching his arm. Well, caressing was more like it, with your fingertips just barely grazing under the sleeve of his shirt.

“I love when you wear shirts like this. Makes me want to take a bite out of you.” Your thoughts continue to come out unfiltered. Joaquin watches as your eyes run over his forearms and biceps. You've got a nice little angle while laying on the ground and you lazily take advantage of it. For as long as you've known him, outside of his tactical gear, Joaquin likes to wear shirts that hug him nicely. Which isn't out of the ordinary for your team, Sam is normally busting out of his clothes, congressman barnes too, but Joaquin usually pairs his muscle tees with cute jackets and coats. It makes it that much better when he takes them off, or goes sleeveless altogether during training.

“Wha-?” He can't even finish before you cut him off.

“ Your biceps. I want to bite them.” You clarify as if he didn't already know exactly what you meant. Joaquin can't hide his blush at this point, not with the way it was flushing up to his ears.

“ Uh, I'm flattered, but let's focus on not bleeding out. ” he clears his throat quickly, allowing himself to avoid your analyzing eyes for a moment. It's not like he didn't already know that you like his arms. He's caught you looking before, and you've made little passive-aggressive comments about how he likes to wear clothes that show them off. It's because of this that he makes a habit of flexing them a little more than usual during training. At least when he knows you'll be joining Isaiah's training. That didn't mean that he was prepared to hear you say you want to straight up gnaw on them, though. His face is still cooling off when his com crackles in his ear.

“Give me an update, Joaquin! How're we doing?!” Sam's voice echoes clearly, knocking Joaquin out of his little daze. He stutters for a second, your hand still brushing up his arm, before answering.

“ Well, she's still awake! Might be a little confused though, she's acting differently than usual-” He starts to report before you hum in thought, your eyes squinting.

“ I wouldn't actually sink my teeth in. Maybe. Not unless you want me to. That'd be sexy.” You continue to speak your mind right into your ear piece before sighing deeply as if you were distressed by the thought. Joaquin winces and hopes that your voice was too hushed for Sam to hear. There's nothing but the sound of rushing wind for a second before Sam speaks up.

“ Yeah, she definitely sounds confused! Especially if she thinks that you of all people are sexy! All the things we've seen!” He answers back, and again, you look off and nod your head in agreement. You've seen some of Joaquin's most embarrassing moments. Like the time with his wings and the mishap with his pants. That didn't mean you didn't find him sexy though. You've always felt that way. You're just saying it now for some reason. The Falcon doesn't miss the dig thrown at him and frowns.

“Hey-!” He starts, but Sam quickly butts back in with more important news.

“Medical is 3 minutes out! Hang in there you two!” Sam reports and successfully distracts Joaquin with the news. While the guys talk, you blink a few times before clenching your eyes shut and opening them again.

“ Hey, would you-?” He starts to say while gently pulling your ticklish fingers away from his skin, but stops when you call his name softly. Your hand clenched around his sleeve.

“It's getting hard to see.” You mumble, blurred waves lining the edges of anything you try and look at. The air stills between you two and somehow you couldn't even hear the birds and wildlife from before. Joaquin feels his breath start to thin and his chest start to rise and fall quicker. Suddenly all the blood soaking your shirt and now his jacket, felt no different than if it were staining the concrete beneath you. Hurriedly, he clicks his comm back on.

“Sam! Where's medical man?! We've got to hurry-!” He rushes to say until you place your hand over his, the one applying pressure to your side.

“We have the worst timing huh?” You whisper with a sad quirk of your lips. Joaquin pauses to search your eyes in confusion before his eyebrows slowly start to turn up in the middle. Any brain fog you felt earlier has cleared away suddenly, and that realization is actually scarier, because it feels like it's for a reason. You take a deep breath and roll your eyes with a small shake of your head.

“That night in the office.” You start, your voice already shuddering. Joaquin immediately shakes his head.

“ Come on, don't. Don't waste- just focus on staying awake.” He stutters trying to get you to concentrate. He sees it, the way your eyelids flutter like your lashes are getting too heavy for them. His attempt to distract you doesn't work though and you just look at him longingly.

“We always do this.” You sigh shallowly. The two of you always do this. Save what you really want to say until a dire situation where it's likely you won't have another chance.

The first one to do it was Joaquin. The same situation, a mission gone bad, but you were the one panicking as Joaquin was fading out of consciousness, that pretty face of his in your hand. He'd told you he loved you, left it in the air, then fallen under, likely thinking it'd be the last time he saw you. He'd made it, but neither one of you brought it back up. Not in the hospital when Sam had to keep you from jumping him the moment he opened his eyes, and not for months after either. You'd had a chance to talk about it recently. You and Joaquin were alone in the office, Sam having gone home for the night, and Joaquin had leaned in to kiss you. You'd shied away then, but now any and every excuse you came up with back then for why it wouldn't work felt unimportant. Now a part of you wished you had the conversation then, and that same part prays that you'll have another chance to waste time. To take advantage of the fact that you pulled through, to procrastinate like before.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Joaquin's voice finally computes even though you've been gazing at him this whole time. His face is pinched up in fear, because your eyes had started to flutter shut while you were lost in thought. It still doesn't look right. You feel tears burn behind your eyes as your sight starts to darken and blur around the corners.

“I wish I had kissed you.” You whisper miserably before your strength leaves you and things fade to black.

“Y/n-!”

“We're over here!”

“Hang in there y/n, hold on!”

You hear their voices, but you can't answer them.

***

Your eyes blink open lazily. Breathing slowly through your nose, you stare up at the tiled roof in front of you. After a second, you tilt your head down and take in your surroundings. You're in a bed, white covers over you. You're in a room, a classy one with multiple chairs that look comfortable but likely aren't, and a table in the corner. There's a coffee machine and a microwave next to it. Turning your head left, you notice the machines making the beeping sounds that have been somewhere in the back of your mind for a while now. After a moment, you finally turn your head right, and there in front of the Auburn curtains blowing from the open window is Joaquin. He's sleeping quietly in a chair by your bed, but he has your hand in his. It's then that you see the IV attached to you.

“Oh. I'm in the hospital.” You whisper, your voice not nearly as hoarse as you'd think it'd be. For a moment when you saw that angel sleeping by the window, you thought you were in heaven. Said Angel breathes deeply before settling back into his very uncomfortable looking position. You smile slightly, your lips feeling less chapped than they should. You want to let him sleep, but there's a slight pinch in his eyebrows, like he's not sleeping peacefully, so you gently shake the hand that's in yours.

“Joaquin.” You call with another gentle shake of his hand, and as if he was waiting, just barely awake, he stirs. His eyes blink open, and he sighs tiredly before he finally glances at you. You watch him jump lightly as if he hadn't expected you to be looking at him even though he'd heard your voice.

“Oh my God. Y/n?” He asks groggily while sitting up in his seat like maybe he didn't believe you were actually up, even less that you'd spoken to him. Your smile widens a little.

“Hey.” You greet him kind of sheepishly. He was looking at you like he'd seen a ghost, or maybe an angel. Joaquin's eyes get bigger while he finally accepts what he's seeing. He quickly leans towards you and wraps his other hand around yours too, careful to watch out for your IV.

“Oh shit you're actually awake! How do you feel!? Do you want some water?” He quickly asks you, his eyes searching your face. Water sounded nice, but all you wanted to do was talk to him now, figure out what's going on.

“I'm alright.” You laugh quietly, and Joaquin visibly relaxes at the sound. He scoots his chair up so he can sit closer to you.

“ I thought I was dreaming for a minute.” he breathes, a laugh barely present in it, but it's welcome anyway. You brush your thumb over his hand, and he glances down at the action.

“I thought I was too, especially when-.” You begin to say before pausing. Joaquin looks at you expectantly, but you just falter, not really having the courage to say that for a moment when you woke up and noticed him, you saw all you wanted. There was no humor to back you up, so anything you said right now would be so raw and vulnerable that you bite your tongue. You hold his gaze for a second longer before turning back to the room.

“-I saw this fancy ass room.” You finish and Joaquin pauses before bursting out laughing, the sound easily returning air back to your lungs. The charged tension disappeared with his smile.

“Yeah, Sam really got you the hook-up. He wasn't messing around.” He agrees while looking around the place. You hum in response to the new knowledge. Sam knows how much you hate hospital settings, so you suspect that's why he got you such a homey room. Theres even a few plants hanging by the window. The thought warms your heart.

“How long was I out?” You ask finally, bringing Joaquin's attention back to your face. He hesitates for a moment before shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Two days.” He answers and you wince. That's a long time to wait for someone to wake up, especially for Joaquin, who was with you when you'd faded out. You look up to respond to him when another voice enters the room.

“Well, look who's finally decided to grace us with her presence!” Sam says with a teasing smile once he walks into view. He's got a phone in one hand and a tempting looking plastic bag in the other. The smell of food hardly makes its way to your bed before your stomach starts to growl quietly. Sam follows your gaze and immediately sucks his teeth.

“ Just woke up and already looking for somebody else's food. This is Joaquin's.” He quickly clears up whatever ideas you had and sets the bag on the table. You suck your teeth next with a small pout. You know Carne asada fries when you smell them and nothing sounds better than that right now. Joaquin gives you a pitying look when he notices it, but there's no disguising the adoration there. Sam notices your expression too and rolls his eyes with a small smile.

“Don't fret, we'll get you something once the doctor gives the ok.” He reassures you while sitting down in one of the plush seats. Joaquin nods but doesn't reach for his food, instead just reclining back in his own seat next to you.

“ Yeah we'll have too. We know first hand how you get when you're hungry. And after two days?” He starts with a slow shake of his head and an exaggerated whistle, like the thought was oh so troubling, and Sam hums in agreement. You feel your nose flair slightly as you suppress a laugh.

“Hey hey, don't make me get out of this bed.” You warn, shooting heatless glares at both of them, and you hardly get the words out before the three of you burst out laughing. Once the giggles subside, you finally settle down and look at Sam.

“But seriously, sorry for putting you through so much trouble -.” You start until Sam shakes his head with a wave of his hand.

“Come on now, you know that's not what I care about. Besides, I didn't do the hard part.” Sam immediately shushes you, like he always does whenever you or Joaquin end up a little worse for wear after a mission. He then makes a point to shoot a small nod towards Joaquin. You follow his gaze, and you look at the falcon, who's suddenly very busy with something out the window. The tips of his ears look a little warmer than usual, though, and you move to say something when a doctor walks in.

“It's good to see you in such high spirits!” The woman greets you the moment you walk in, likely referencing the laughter from a second ago. The next few minutes consist of the doctor informing you that your blood levels are stable, the things you'd have to do once you got home, and what happened after you blacked out. Apparently you'd lost so much blood so quickly because your heart beat was accelerated, a result of the chase you continued to engage in.

“You're a lucky lady miss y/n. Friends that care, a boyfriend doting on you so carefully. He did a better job looking after you than we did these past two days.” The doctor suddenly brings up while removing the IV from your hand. Your mind shifts from how you can eat solid food now and instead snaps to her. You think about what Sam said earlier, and how your lips weren't chapped when you woke up. They should've been after two days. Your “boyfriend” jumps to correct her, the tips of his ears actually red now, but you quickly butt in ahead of him.

“He did?” You ask, making a point not to correct her, and you know Joaquin is going to bring that up the moment you're alone. You find yourself getting more and more prepared for that conversation, though. She nods enthusiastically while a few nurses take away the things you no longer need.

“Absolutely! He got the rubble out of your hair, put a hair scarf on. Whenever we were done cleaning you up, he applied chapstick to your lips and applied your favorite moisturizer on your face.” She recalls while you listen in awe. Sam nods in agreement from across the room.

“ The hard part was getting him to take care of himself. The man forgot sleep and food existed for a minute when it came to checking on you.” Sam reveals with a fond shake of his head,and you glance over at the food beside him. Joaquin had been asleep in that uncomfortable looking chair when you'd woken up too. You silently look to him for confirmation, and he meets your eyes before blushing hotter and shrugging.

“ Yeah, well! It was nothing you wouldn't have done for me.” He starts with his voice softening at the end as he risks it and meets your eyes. You gasp soundlessly, and the way you stop to look at one another lets Sam know it's time for everyone else in the room to leave. He sends the doctor a polite smile before standing up himself.

“Welp! Senator Barnes will be relieved to know you've woken up. Was just on the phone with him before I walked in.” Sam sighs loudly, belatedly drawing yours and Joaquin's attention away from each other, while he makes his way to the door. You frown slightly, confused.

“You told Mr. Barnes?” You ask as you watch Sam leave. That was the only way you could think he would know what happened. Sam pokes his lip out with a casual shake of his head. Joaquin leans into you with his hand near his mouth.

“He listens in on Sam's comms sometimes. Just when they're away on separate missions.” He informs you quietly and gives you a suggestive bounce of his eyebrows that brings a smile to your face. Sam rolls his eyes at you two and continues, already knowing what you're insinuating.

“Anyway, he heard Joaquin freaking out and called to see what had happened. He's been calling to check on you since then.” Sam finishes and you make a sound of endearment. You had a good relationship with the man, always seeing him at Sam's house after all, but it was still lovely to know you're so cared for.

“Isaiah will be in here before you're discharged too, to bust your chops about being reckless, so be prepared for that.” He adds at the door, and you sigh with a nod of your head. That's something you have plenty of experience with. The upside is that he'll probably bring you candy, too, to soften the scolding like always. With that, Sam leaves the room while getting back on the phone with a ‘hey buck’. You sigh once you and Joaquin are finally alone, the both of you settling back into your prospective seats. You both sit in silence for a moment before you speak up.

“You can eat if you want to.” You suggest with a gesture to the food Joaquin has yet to touch. Joaquin looks up at you as if he wasn't entirely paying attention before glancing towards the table.

“Hm? Oh nah. I'm not really hungry.” He responds with a small shake of his head and you raise an eyebrow. You know that can't be true. Especially after what Sam and the doctor had said, but you know what he's waiting for. With a small sigh you sit up a little higher and angle your body towards him, wincing a little. Hearing the sound, Joaquin moves to help you, but you stop his hand. Instead you wrap yours around it and hold it in your lap.

“So you're my boyfriend now, huh?” You tease softly, referencing what the doctor had called him earlier. Joaquin looks at you before laughing, and his thumb runs across the back of your hand. He sighs and is quiet for a moment before looking back up at you.

“If you want me to be.” He answers and you know why he says it that way. After all, you've always been the one to back down and back away. Maybe you just had to toe the line between life and death , the same way Joaquin had or something. Maybe he'd felt that urgency, and that's why he'd decided to make a move. A move you'd rejected.

“I wanted to kiss you that night.” You start and the falcon's throat bobs before he nods. Yeah, he knew that. He'd suspected it at least, even without your confession before you'd passed out. You leaned in that day, close enough that he'd felt your breath brush against him, before you pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah I had a feeling.” He hums, pretending not to look too pleased with himself, making you both laugh. You're glad he's joking, dispelling the tension in the room. He's always been like that, a mood maker. It's one of the numerous reasons you loved being around him. You hum, some of that tightness in your chest gone.

“ I want to be with you.” You say. Joaquin's eyes widen, but he stays silent, letting you say what you need to.

“But back then I was thinking about our jobs and where these things always take us. And how things can turn out.” You sigh, already feeling tears start to burn, just at the thought of how scared you were when Joaquin was in your position. When you'd almost lost him that day, the fear you felt was so intense that the thought of what it'd be like if you both were together, if you were used to coming home to him every night, stole the air from your chest. You shake your head at the thought.

“And yes, it'll hurt if something happens to one of us but-. It'll hurt more if I lose my life without ever getting a chance to know what we could be like.” You finish and turn your face towards him. Joaquin is listening with bated breath, but the look in his eyes is urging you to finish your thoughts.

“ I want to be with you, and I'm not waiting for another near death experience to tell you.” You finally say and hold his gaze. Joaquin's eyes practically twinkle before he looks away and sheepishly laughs, his cheeks already firing back up. You frown but there's no heat behind it, you simply wait for him to look back at you. He sucks some air through his teeth before gazing up at you with that smile you love so much.

“Well, lucky for us. I feel the same way.” He responds before leaning into you. Your eyes flutter closed as you mirror the action, before you suddenly think of something and shove yourself backwards. Joaquin's eyes shoot open, with his lips still comically poking out.

“Come on- don't do this to me again-.” He starts to whine before you quickly cut him off by laughing loudly. He looks at you with a confused frown but still can't help but feel a smile of his own forming. Once your giggles subside, you just shake your head.

“That's not it. I just wanted to brush my teeth before our first kiss.” You explain and Joaquin pauses before rolling his eyes, making you start to laugh again.

“ Oh my gosh. I'm gonna go eat my food.” He scoffs with a smile before getting up to walk to the table.

“Wait! I want some, too!”

A/n: I've never written a oneshit over 4k words I don't think, but here we are. My first time writing for Joaquin too, but this just popped up in my head out of nowhere and happened to be the first thing I finished this month. Thanks for reading!🛬🛬🛬

[fizziedoodle]

dating miles morales from earth 1610 pt.2!

[gothic-thoughts]

The Smuttiest Masterlist

Updates Weekly

All Black GN or Fem Reader (duh)

All Smut Ya Freaks

Sorted by Fandom In Alphabetical

Here's the Fluff Masterlist

Attack On Titan

nope

Call Of Duty

Lack of Thought-- König x Fem

Body Party-- König x Fem

Disarranged Marriage-- Soap MacTavish x Fem

Get What You Ask For (part 1)-- Ghost Riley x Fem

The Truth (part 2)-- Ghost Riley x Fem

Demon Slayer

The Greater Good-- Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem

Genshin Impact

Wrath Of The Rock-- Zhongli x Fem

JJBA

Earned It-- Part 3! Dio Brando x Fem

Shut Up and Listen-- Part 4! Jotaro Kujo x Fem

Trying Something New-- Part 1! Dio Brando x Fem

Under Her Influence-- Part 2! Joseph Joestar x Fem

JJK

OFC I Don't Mind-- Toji Fushiguro x Fem

Music To My Ears-- Gojo Satoru x GN

Is It A Crime?-- Nanami Kento x Fem

Professional Tease-- Gojo Satoru x GN

Shameless-- Ryomen Sukuna x Fem

Beast-- Ryomen Sukuna x Fem

Marvel

Not here either

One Piece

Not Behind, Just Apart (finale)-- Roronoa Zoro x Fem

Heartbeat-- Sanji Vinsmoke x Fem

Slashers

Clearing Up Confusion-- Michael Myers x Fem

[camiluvscats]

Why is all x black!reader smut and like really dark?? Like i want fluff and every time I look for that I see some fic where reader gets kidnapped or sum bs. A BITCH IS TIRED‼️

[solitaryearthperson]

A Misunderstanding

Summary: Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

"Where's (Y/N)," Bruce asked, his eyes not lifting up from the beaker in front of him as he continued to pour more chemicals in.

"They're getting us coffee. Be here any minute," Tony replied, sitting in a seat not far away from Bruce's table, but still on his side of the lab, casually picking up a vial to play with.

"They're our assistant, not servant," Bruce told him, lifting his gaze and instantly furrowing his brow at seeing the vial in Tony's hands. "Put that back, please."

"I'll put it back, when I have my coffee," Tony told him, to which Bruce rolled his eyes, expecting Tony to be his usual difficult self, even when it's early in the morning.

The sound of the lab doors opening made both geniuses turn to see you entering, holding in both hands, cups of coffee, each one specifically made for them both. "Brought the coffee you wanted."

As Tony quickly grabbed his coffee, offering a quick 'thank you' before putting the vial back in its place, Bruce watched you carefully. He had a suspicion about you from the moment you began working in the lab with them and he wanted to confirm it to Tony.

"Hey (Y/N)," he said, watching your face and examining your body language closely. The second your name came out of his mouth, your body slightly jumped. He darted his eyes over to Tony to see if he was watching, and was quickly satisfied to find that he was.

"Could you just sit mine down, please?" He pointed to a far spot on the table.

He noticed the big gulp you made before nodding your head and making your way to his table and sitting down the coffee cup.

He pretended to pay close attention to the beaker, but really he slightly moved his eyes to your hand as you sat the coffee down and noticed the third sign that his suspicions about you were correct. Even though you tried to hide it, he could clearly see your hand slightly trembling. The fourth sign was revealed to him at the same time as he noticed that the hair on your arm was raised, as if in alarm. Every single time, he thought.

"Hey (Y/N), could you go upstairs, and tell Cap to come down here," Tony asked you, opening a drawer in his desk. "I wanna test something on his shield."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark," You said, before leaving to do as directed, and Bruce couldn't help but notice the way you left was very quickly, almost as if you were hurrying out to get away from him.

When the sound of the lab doors closing behind you was heard that's when Bruce decided to speak up.

"You saw it, right," He asked Tony.

"Saw what?"

"Literally everything they just did," Bruce said, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table before walking over to Tony's side of the lab, and leaned against his desk. "The jumping, trembling, and even the way they hurried out of here just now."

"What does any of that mean, exactly?"

Sighing, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, already knowing this might be difficult to speak with him about. "They're scare of me."

Tony tried to prevent the grin that wanted to appear and kept his face neutral as he responded, "Scared of you?"

"Yes. I know it."

"And why would they be so scared of you? You haven't hulked out in a while. They've only seen you in your nerdy, scientist attire, not as a green monster. There's no reason to be scared."

"We know why they're scared. Doesn't matter if I've hulked out or not. I'm still dangerous."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tony sighed knowing that Bruce still wasn't sure of himself being on the team or being in such close proximity to any of them. "Banner, I'm gonna be as honest as I can with you," he said, stepping towards him, and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are literally the softest person ever."

"Tony," Bruce tried to interrupt him.

"You're basically a teddy bear with glasses. Nothing about you besides Hulk is dangerous, okay?"

Shaking his head, Bruce tried to ignore the growing frustration he was feeling. He didn't know why it bothered him so bad, but it did. Well, that was technically a lie. He knew why it bothered him, but he hoped that working with them for so long could have remedied that. He knows that he should be used to this by now, but knowing that you, of all people, was scared of him made him feel so much worse than any other person would. "I know what fear looks like, Tony, and it looked like they were scared."

"Please talk to them about it, before jumping to conclusions about this. Can you do that?" Tony had seen all the signs that Bruce had seen for a while and had come to understand what they really were, and hoped that Bruce would soon figure it out.

"Fine. I'll talk to them about it."

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

It was close to 1 in the morning, when Bruce looked away from the computer screen at the sound of the lab door opening, and when he turned to see who had entered, he found himself instantly become nervous seeing that it was you.

"Dr. Banner," You greeted him, smiling politely at him.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Stark told me to come down and check on you. Plus, he said that you wanted to talk to me about something important."

Of course, he did, Bruce thought, moving away from the computer and sitting down next to one of the lab tables. He couldn't help but notice you seemed to be staying far away from his side of the lab.

"Yeah, I did, (Y/N). It's important."

"Okay. What is it?"

"You do know that if you have any fears, any worries about working here, you can voice them, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do," you told him, nodding your head.

"So do you want to talk about you being scared of me?"

"What-What are you talking about?" You stammered, closing some of the distance between you two.

"(Y/N)," Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to look at you. "Ever since you've started here, you've been jumpy around me and keeping your distance from me. You always hesitate to come up to me, like you're scared I'm gonna hurt you."

A look of recognition and embarrassment came over your face and you opened your mouth to explain yourself to him, but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke again.

"I understand why you'd be feeling this way, but-"

"Dr. Banner, I'm so sorry. This is a big misunderstanding -"

"I promise you're not in any danger with me," he continued.

"I'm not scared of you, Dr. Banner-"

"I have control over the big guy. There won't be any incidents of him coming out-"

"Dr. Banner, I like you," you blurted out loudly, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence.

"What," he asked, a look of surprise and confusion upon his face.

Seeing how shocked he looked, you felt heat come to your face and quickly darted your eyes away from him. You never wanted to tell him like this, but to be really honest, you never wanted to tell him period.

"You-You like... me," he asked, shock and confusion still present on his face. "Why were you being so jumpy and-and weird around me then?"

"I didn't know I was being weird," you confessed, walking around the lab table and pulling a nearby chair to sit down next to him, ignoring the burning in your cheeks and your fast heartbeat. "I didn't know how to act around you, and not show my crush, so I thought I could keep my distance. Thought it would better hide it."

"Oh" was all he said, his face suddenly not revealing what he was feeling anymore.

"Um, if you don't want me to work here in the lab with you now, then I completely understand," you said to him, mistaking his silence as a silent rejection.

"Why would I want that?" He asked, confused. Now that you confessed how you felt about him, he thought that now is a great time to confess his feelings as well. "I like you too."

His confession shocked you and it took a second for you to reply.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, chuckling softly.

"Oh... Well, would you mind going on a date with me or are you uncomfortable with going with your assistant?" You asked, curious and wanting to make sure that he wouldn't feel too weird about it.

"That depends,...will you jump and keep your distance from me the whole time," he joked.

"No, I won't, Dr. Banner," you replied, laughing softly.

"Bruce," he corrected, smiling at you, making a fluttery feeling begin in your stomach. "Call me Bruce."

"Sure thing,... Bruce," you said, excited to finally go on a date with the man you've been secretly pining for forever. "Sure thing."

[hobicakess]

when i read mafia fics i get so pissed off at MC because let me have a murderous , sexy , RICH bf/husband whos very much willing to live AND die for me.. IM SHOWIN TF OUT!! but nooo y/n gotta be so humble abt it 🙄🙄 like bae why r u not maxing out that credit card when he tell u too? and most importantly WHYY ARE YOU LETTING PEOPLE TALK TO YOU CRAZY???

yall know tht tiktok sound " my man kill people." that would be me all day LMAO and im beating btches up because who's going to jail when my man has the whole police force by the neck??? not me

[blackynsupremacy]

idgaf about what’s canon, if you want to romantically write them to be with a black girl, do it!

[greengoblinswifey]

Winter’s Embrace— Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

summary— Spending Christmas in a cozy cabin, you help Bucky reconnect with the holiday spirit in more ways than one and have the best Christmas gift he’s ever experienced.

warnings— mentions of bucky’s past trauma, fluff, L bombs, praise kink, daddy kink, oral, fingering, face fucking, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— Merry Christmas Everyone, have a wonderful day🎄🫶🏽!

Bucky wasn’t much of a holiday person. He didn’t hate Christmas, but the memories of simpler times before the war, before Hydra, often left him feeling hollow. You knew this, and that was why you decided to whisk him away to a secluded cabin in the mountains for Christmas. You hoped a change of scenery might help him associate the holiday with something warm and new, something just for the both of you.

The cabin was a cozy little thing tucked into the snowy woods, decorated with warm pepper lights strung along the edges of the wooden roof. Inside, a stone fireplace crackled with a soft orange glow, and the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air. You’d spent the afternoon decorating a Christmas tree, playfully arguing with Bucky about where to hang the ornaments.

“Babe, you can’t put all the gold ones on one side,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to fix one of the baubles he’d clumsily placed.

“Well, I’m just trying to balance it,” he said with a smirk, stepping behind you to steady your waist as you reached higher. “And don’t forget, doll, I’m working with one arm here. I deserve a little grace.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his touch. “Fine, you win. But next year, we’re getting a way taller and bigger tree.”

He chuckled, his deep voice sending a warm shiver down your spine. “Next year, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Later that evening, after the two of you shared a simple dinner, Bucky pulled out a box you hadn’t seen before. He hesitated, holding it for a moment before placing it on the table.

“What’s that?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Something I didn’t mean to pack,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I threw it in by accident when I was grabbing decorations.”

Inside the box were a few fragile ornaments, clearly from decades ago. One of them, a little snowman with a crooked top hat, caught your eye.

“This is adorable,” you said, holding it up gently.

Bucky’s gaze softened as he stared at the ornament. “My sister made that when we were kids. It’s one of the few things I still have from, uh, back then.” His voice faltered, and you reached out to hold his hand.

“You’ve been through so much,” you said softly, threading your fingers through his metal ones. “But you’re here now, and you’ve made it through all of it. You deserve this happiness, Bucky. You deserve this Christmas, and so much more.”

He exhaled slowly, his lips curving into a small smile. “You’re the reason I even try, you know that? Without you, I’d just—I don’t know.”

“Don’t do that,” you said firmly, squeezing his hand. “You’re more than your past, Buck. And I’m here for all of it, every memory, every moment. Even the bad ones, if it means I get to be with you.”

The fire crackled softly as he cupped your face in his warm hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “You’re my whole world, sweetheart,” he murmured, his blue eyes locked on yours. “I didn’t think I could have this. I didn’t think I could have you.”

You leaned into his touch, your lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. It deepened naturally, his hands sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you said, your voice barely above a breath.

The warmth of the fire and the way his hands roamed your back made you feel safe, wanted, and completely at ease. Before you knew it, he had scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom with a look of pure adoration.

“I need this Buck, it would make tonight all the more special,” you whispered, as Bucky placed you gently on the plush bed.

“Anything for you doll.”

Bucky stripped you of your clothes, leaving your body bare as he kissed from your collarbone trailing down to your thighs.

“So so beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, “I got so lucky.”

You squirmed under his touch as he nipped on your inner thigh before inching to your clit, his tongue slowly flicking it.

“Buck, please,” you whined.

“That’s not my name right now, sweetheart,” he said, voice gruff before swiping his tongue along your folds.

“Daddy—m’sorry, I just need more,” you whimpered.

He granted your wish, his mouth engulfing your clit and sucking. Your body shivered as he held your legs spread eagle, savoring your sweet taste. You tasted better than anything he’d eaten all Christmas season.

“You taste amazing baby, fucking hell,” he groaned, licking from your leaking entrance back up to your clit. He slipped a finger inside your pussy, curling it and pumping steadily as his tongue focused on sucking and flicking your bundle of nerves.

“Daddy, that feels so good, don’t stop, m’ gonna cum,” you whimpered.

Bucky hummed in content, holding you down as you squirmed and pumped his fingers even faster. Your clit was swollen and throbbing on his tongue as a powerful orgasm neared.

“C‘mon angel, cum for daddy, all over my tongue,” he commanded.

Ever the obedient girlfriend, your fingers tangled in his brown hair, and you ground against his mouth as a stream of liquid spurted from your pussy.

“Mm— that’s it’s, that’s a good girl,” he cooed.

He helped you ride out your high, his fingers pumping inside your pussy as he slurped your juices before you were shaking from overstimulation.

“Can you fuck my face, daddy?” you asked shyly, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Anything my angel wants, she gets,” he whispered.

Bucky climbed over your body, shedding himself of his bottoms and revealing his thick, hard cock. You took ahold of it, barely able to wrap your hand around it and placed a kiss on the leaking tip.

“It’s always so pretty daddy,” you whispered, placing wet kisses all over his cock.

He wrapped your hair in his flesh hand and thrusted his cock into your mouth, immediately making you gag.

“Fuck, you’re okay, right baby?”

You nodded and buried your face into his cock, gliding your tongue along the veins on his shaft. He snapped his hips forward, fucking your mouth as he praised you.

“You’re such a good cock sucker baby, so amazing, don’t think I’m gonna last long with that mouth of yours,” he moaned.

As he slammed into your mouth, you used your soft hands to massage his balls, feeling them tighten under your touch.

“Shit, it’s coming, take my cum down your throat, angel,” he gasped, unable to hold back.

You pushed your head down until you were almost touching his pelvis, massaging his balls as his hot load shot down your throat. He continued fucking your throat as you swallowed every drop and looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Good girl, fuck, I love you,” he sighed, moving down and placing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

He moved further down, dragging the tip of his cock along your wet pussy.

“Ready angel?” he asked, lining his cock with your entrance.

You nodded frantically, desperate to feel his hard cock, deep inside you, raw.

He slowly inched inside you, both of you gasping in pleasure. “You’re so tight, sweetheart,” he whimpered, staring into your eyes.

“Mhm—harder daddy, please,” you whined.

Bucky began steadily pounding into you harder, your pussy making noises that could be heard throughout the cabin. He rolled his hips beautifully, his cock brushing against your cervix and your g spot simultaneously. You could feel him throb each time you moaned and clamped around him.

“You feel so fucking good, you take it so well,” moaned.

He leaned down, kissing your temple and then your lips as you wrapped your legs around him and met his hard thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him tight, desperate for release.

“Shit baby, cum for daddy, I need you to cum with me, I won’t last with the way this tight pussy is just gripping the fuck outta me,” he murmured.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your eyes locked onto his, the moment so dirty yet intimate as your jaw fell agape and the coil in your abdomen snapped.

“Daddy, I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out, your release ripping through you.

“Me too angel, I’m gonna cum inside you, take every drop,” he panted.

Your body shook under him as you felt him fill you up just as your pussy soaked his cock and the towel under you. He placed kisses all over, slowly pumping his cock as you milked him of his warm seed.

“You did so good angel, I’m so proud of you,” he smiled, kissing your lips.

“I love you so much, Bucky.”

“I love you too, doll.”

The next morning, you woke to the smell of hot chocolate and the sight of Bucky standing by the window, holding two mugs and watching the snow fall.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he said with a soft smile, handing you a cup as you sat up in bed.

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, your heart swelling as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

The morning passed in a blur of laughter, teasing, and exchanging gifts. Bucky had outdone himself, presenting you with an delicately engraved bracelet, a stack of books you’d mentioned months ago, and a soft cashmere sweater that matched the chocolate tone of your skin perfectly.

“You’re so sweet,” you said, shaking your head as you pulled him into a hug.

“You deserve it,” he said simply, kissing your temple.

Your gifts to him included a leather-bound journal, a vintage pocket watch, and a pair of gloves for his metal hand that you’d custom-ordered. The way his face lit up at each gift made your heart ache with love.

“Seriously, doll, you didn’t have to do all this,” he said, pulling you into his lap as the two of you sat by the tree.

“You’re worth it, Buck,” you said, cupping his face.

The day ended with the two of you baking cookies—well, you baked, and Bucky mostly snuck bites of the dough and curling up on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life.

As the credits rolled, he pressed a kiss to your hair and murmured, “This might be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. “It’s only the beginning, Buck. We’ll make so many more.”

And for the first time in years, Bucky truly believed it.

Bucky smiled as you adjusted the settings on the small digital camera you’d brought along, the vintage style device fitting perfectly with the cozy holiday vibe of the cabin. “C’mere, you look so fine,” you said, waving him over to the couch where you had draped a plaid blanket for your makeshift photo session.

He chuckled softly, sitting down beside you. “You really want to document this?”

“Duh!” you said with a grin, leaning closer to frame the two of you in the shot. “This is our first Christmas together, Buck. I want to remember it forever.”

“Alright,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “But if I look ridiculous, you’re deleting it.”

“Deal,” you teased, snapping the picture.

You ended up taking dozens of photos, some posed, some candid, and some of Bucky caught mid laugh as you tickled his sides to get him to smile. When you were done, you set the camera aside and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I also have this,” you said, handing him a tiny gift bag from under the tree.

“What’s this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled out a small, personalized keychain engraved with the words “Home is wherever you are.”

“It’s cheesy, I know,” you said, suddenly shy. “But I thought—”

“I love it,” he interrupted, his voice soft. He attached it to his keys immediately, turning it over in his hands. “Thank you, angel. You always know how to make things special.”

Later, the two of you ventured outside, bundled up in coats and scarves, to build a snowman in the fresh snow. You laughed as Bucky insisted on giving the snowman a “metal arm” made of a stick he found, complete with a dramatic pose.

When the sun began to set, you returned to the cabin to warm up by the fire. Bucky brewed hot chocolate while you set up a board game, the two of you spending hours teasing and laughing over your competitive streaks.

As the night wound down, you turned on the record player in the corner, selecting a soft, jazzy Christmas tune. Bucky took your hand, pulling you into an impromptu dance in the middle of the room. His hands rested securely on your waist as yours looped around his neck, and the two of you swayed in time with the music.

“I never thought I’d have this again,” Bucky murmured, his forehead resting against yours.

“Have what?” you asked softly, brushing your thumb over the nape of his neck.

“This,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Happiness. A home. You.”

You kissed him tenderly, your hearts full of love and the promise of many more Christmases to come.

[usoppshoneydew]

"9 to 5" Tasm!Peter Parker x reader🕸️🕸️🕸️

S: After a bad day at work, you get a lucky ride home from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-man x F! Black reader

Tw: Heights??/ Fluff

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: Reader is described as shorter than Peter; reader has a sister; parted hair is mentioned; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🕸️🕸️🕸️

It's a normal, bustling night in New York as people walk through the streets of Queens. The sun set a while ago but through a window, a person could still hear civilians revving engines, honking horns, or cursing out someone who almost hit them in the crosswalk. A typical night in the city you live in. It's on a relatively basic night like this, that you meet spiderman for the first time.

“Yeah, I'll be right there. Yeah, I missed my bus so I'm taking the street.” You softly speak into your phone, explaining to your sister the reason you're not home from work yet. You glance around while she lists off all the ways she wants you to watch yourself. You knew this way home like the back of your hand, and it's pretty much the safest one, surrounded by families and the elderly, but that didn't mean you didn't keep your head on a swivel like usual.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah, I've got my mace. Ok, see you in a minute. Ok. Love you too. Bye.” You end the conversation and hang up, before putting your phone in your pocket. You sigh deeply and continue your walk, no earbuds in for safety reasons, just the sounds of traffic and the puddles underneath your feet keeping you company on your way back. With nothing else to keep you busy, you do the exact thing you didn't want to do, and run over the course of your day in your head.

You'd had a pretty awful shift at work. It must've been “be a jerk to customer service employees” day and you hadn't gotten the memo or something, because the amount of pissy customers there were today caught you off guard. So of course you were more than ready to go home when it was time to clock off, right before it's time to clean up and close the store, as planned. You scheduled your hours this way on purpose because you hate cleaning with other people, and because your BUS doesn't run that late. This is what you told your manager, when she gave you some bullshit reason for having to leave early and why you had to stay and close up instead of her. You should have set her straight right then, manager or not, but as per usual, you just stewed angrily and cussed her out in your head for the next two hours while wiping counters. You're caught up in your thoughts when someone suddenly shoves past you with their shoulder,forcing you to stumble out of their way.

“Watch where you're going!” the guy practically spits at you and walks off without even giving you a second glance. He doesn't even give you a chance to respond, but it's not like you would have anyway. Instead you just suck your teeth loudly and toss an irritated glare at him over your shoulder. After all, you're not all bark and no bite. You've got enough in you to give someone a nasty look, maybe even venomous depending on what they did, but for some reason any comebacks you can think of only come to you long after the person is gone.You shake your head and are about to continue on your way when you hear a loud “thwip”, and a surprised shriek. Just when you're about to glance back to see what happened, there's the sound of feet roughly landing on the pavement in front of you.

“Yo! It's not nice to push people, man!” You turn back towards the voice, and right in front of you is spiderman, looking over your head while continuing to berate the guy behind you. You stand there stunned for a moment while the two men argue, your mouth slightly parted.

“What the hell man!? Let me out of this!” The stranger shouts while struggling, and you turn around to see that he's now uncomfortably strapped to the wall beside the street, with a large spider web. His arms are up in an awkward position and the tips of his feet are just barely grazing the ground. It looked embarrassing, and there was no way there wouldn't be a group of teenagers taking pictures of him soon, but hey, the guy deserved it.

“Actually, I think I'll let you stay there for a while! Maybe give you a chance to learn some manners!” Spiderman calls back casually before finally directing his reflective eyes down at you. You just glance back up at him for a short moment in disbelief. In the few years since you first saw Spiderman on TV, you've never once seen the hero in person. Maybe you're always looking down at your phone whenever he swings by or something, because somehow you always miss his amazing feats. There could be news about him stopping crime on the exact street you take to school, at the exact time you get out of your last class, and you'll still only find out about it after you step inside your front door. Now he was standing in front of you, tonight of all nights, and he's taller than he looks in the videos.

“Are you okay?” He huffs breathlessly after his little back and forth with the guy from earlier, the wide eyes of his mask staring down at you expectantly. You blink a few times before stuttering a bit and dusting your jacket off.

“Oh uh- yeah I'm fine. He didn't knock me over or anything.” You mumble absentmindedly while looking down at and straightening your already straight clothes. You don't know why you're acting so skittish. Spiderman isn't a celebrity or anything but he is extremely well known at this point. Maybe that's why it feels kind of surreal that he's speaking to you so casually. That, and you're a bit of a fan of Spiderman despite never seeing him in person, always finding yourself keeping up with his latest acts of heroism.

“Well no- I meant-.” Spiderman says before pausing and tapping at his eyes. You just pause for a moment before finally noticing your stiff cheeks and the tears drying on them.

“What the hell? How did I not realize I'd been crying?” You frown, genuinely confused. It must've been when you were thinking about how you let your manager get away with treating you like a shag carpet. You don't have anything to clean your face with, except for a few small packs of wet wipes in your purse, and you don't want to imagine what that would do to your skin.

“Yeah! I uh- was swinging by and noticed you. You looked pretty lost in thought, so I wasn't gonna say anything but. Y'know, spiderman makes time for all civilians, even- crying ones.” He rambles on, and how awkward it comes out makes you smile a little. You never would've thought that spiderman could kind of, well,word vomit. He always looks so put together in his videos, aside from the compilation of times he's fallen or swung into something.

“No, I'm fine really! Thank you. And for dealing with that guy too! If you hadn't done anything I probably would've just complained about him with my sister later.” You joke after glancing back at the man again. Spider man just nods with his arms crossed.

“I get it, not the confrontational type. Me neither.” He sighs, and you tilt your eyebrows slightly, because his actions just now and a few of the videos you've watched definitely contradict that statement. After a moment you begin to fidget a little, not entirely sure of what else to say to Spider-Man, but not wanting to end your conversation with him either. Who knows when you'll get a chance like this again. The next time would probably have to be when there's some sort of danger, and you're not necessarily looking forward to that, especially not after that horrifying lizard incident when you were in highschool. That had been the first time you saw him, watching your TV in awe while clinging to your mom. He notices your discomfort and jumps to make conversation, not necessarily ready to leave you on your own either.

“So um- are you on your way home? I don't think I've seen you in this neighborhood before.” He asks you before coolly leaning on the wall beside him. He really hopes you actually wanted him to continue the conversation, and that he's not just awkwardly holding you hostage now. You brighten up when you look back up at him though, so you can bet he's inwardly patting himself on the back for making the right choice.

“Yeah,that's probably because I usually take the bus through here. I don't normally walk down this street.” You respond while looking around,noticing the sudden absence of families and the elderly. This is the safest route you know, but it's also significantly later than when you'd usually walk through here, around 11 at night now. Spiderman must've noticed the lack of people too because the thing he says next catches you off guard.

“Do you want a ride?” He asks you casually and you look back over at him.

“A ride?” You ask, confused. From what you've seen, no one's ever posted about a spider mobile or anything of that sort. How would he give you a ride home? Spiderman just nods easily before looking up at the buildings around you.

“Yeah! Y'know, you wrap your arms around me, I wrap my arm around you, and fwip fwip!” He makes a small swishing sound and mimics the way he shoots his webs. You look at him with a dumb face, before finally processing what he was offering.

“You're saying you're going to swing me home?!” You gasp, your voice echoing in the empty neighborhood. Spiderman nods casually, this being something he does pretty often. Well, not that often but he's done it with a girlfriend or two, or one. He doesn't swing people around that often.

“Are you sure that's okay? Don't you have to uh- patrol or something like that?” You ask wearily. Swinging while in the arms of New York’s own Spider-Man is something you daydream about an embarrassing amount, but that didn't mean you wanted to take up his time.

“Well I'd offer to walk you home. But swinging’s faster. And! That high in the air, I can patrol at the same time. It's a win win.” He quickly says while rubbing the back of his neck, trying to appear cool about it. You just falter, at a loss for words. What was happening? You've not only run into and spoken to spiderman, a person you've only ever seen on camera,but now he's asking you if you want him to swing you through the city? All in the same night? How had this day turned around so drastically? You're still lost in thought when spider man speaks up again.

“Besides, I can't let a civilian walk around an empty neighborhood by herself can I? Not at this time of night.” He adds softly and reaches his hand out. After a moment more of contemplating, you sigh. You'd had a horrible day and your favorite hero was offering to take you home. Your friends would only clown you if you missed this chance by acting timid again, overly considerate, and you'd beat yourself up over it too. Besides, you glance around at the dark neighborhood. What could be safer than a personal escort home from the webbed hero himself?

“ I guess you can't. Thank you.” You say and accept the hand he has stretched towards you. Spiderman takes your hand before gently leading it to wrap around his shoulders, and you're surprised by how warm his hands are even through his gloves. You wrap your other arm around him, and nervously start to wonder how this was going to work. The masked hero was taller than he looked in the videos, and you had to reach a little just to get a half decent grip around his shoulders. There's no way you're not flying into a late night hot dog stand like this. As if he read your mind, spiderman suddenly starts to shuffle a bit.

“One second, let's just get a better grip here.” He mutters quietly, and you make a startled sound when he suddenly squats a little lower than you, his chin grazing your chest, before wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you slightly higher. With the sudden movement and the new height difference, you reflexively wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Oh lord, this is really happening.” You practically cry in your head, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest when it sinks in that you're going to be hundreds of feet in the air in a short moment. After a quick little bounce, just to secure you a little higher, spider man finally looks at you.

“Alright. You ready?” He huffs and watches you nervously glance around at the ground, as if you're already flying through the air. You sigh before meeting the reflective eyes of his masks, pausing when you find reassurance in them somehow, and finally nod.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” You exhale and finally find the courage to look up at the buildings and night sky above you. Spiderman takes a breath too, the quick pounding of your heart against his collarbone making him slightly nervous, even if he's confident that he won't drop you.

“Alright. Here we go!” He huffs, and you hold your breath as he takes a running start, before shooting a web. He latches it to a building and with a leap and a yank of his arm, you both spring into the air. You had built the courage to look up but the moment you feel that drop in your stomach from the rise in altitude, you yelp and hide your face between spider man's neck and shoulder, squeezing your arms even tighter around him. You must be strangling the poor man at this point, but if he feels any discomfort, the masked hero doesn't say anything. For at least four more lifts and swings, you're crouched tightly against spider man's side, hoping that this Roller Coaster drop simulator would end quickly. There's nothing but the wind in your ears and the small noises you make whenever you both drop before catching another web, until he suddenly clears his throat.

“ I uh- probably should have asked this sooner but-! Where am I taking you exactly!?” He calls out above all the noise, grunting in between words whenever he has to yank your combined weight back into the air. That's right, you'd been too busy trying to keep your guts out of your throat to tell him where your apartment is. You're about to pull away from his shoulder the smallest bit to answer him, when your home training suddenly reminds you that you're about to tell a random man, even if he is a hero,your address. Still, if there's ever an emergency, it wouldn't hurt for spiderman to know what window to hop through.

“uuh- itS- ugh. That one apartment complex by the sandwich- shop on 5th Ave!” You utter miserably, trying to hold it together while also avoiding looking at the buildings sweeping by.

“Oh ok yeah! I know where you're talking about!” He calls back and you're ready to tuck back into your hiding spot against his neck when he speaks up again.

“You know! It's alright! I won't drop you! You can open your eyes!” He shouts and you squint your eyes open a little.

“I'm sorry?!” You yell back, trying to talk more towards his collarbone rather than screaming directly into his ear. You still keep your eyes open as lightly as possible, not sure if you can stomach watching the buildings swing by. Spider man holds you just a little tighter when he swings from a higher building than the ones you've taken so far, and you try to stifle another borderline inappropriate sound the best you can. What can you do when it feels like you're on the pirate ship ride at six flags,though? It's either restrained, yet slightly weird sounding yelps, or downright screeching in the man's ear, as if you really are on a roller coaster ride. Spiderman glances over at you before swinging again.

“Open your eyes! I promise the view is worth it! You'll love it!” he tries to convince you and you suck your teeth, thinking about it.

“Uh!” your voice wavering as you try to dredge up some courage. You're still contemplating when you feel spider man turn his head. You look up at him and find that his wide, reflective eyes are on you.

“I've got you. Trust me.” Spiderman reassures you again, and you pause. You search his eyes for a moment, and again even though they shouldn't, they almost have a comforting look to them. You both gaze at one another until you take a deep breath. After one more, you close your eyes tight and turn your head towards the front of you both.

“Ok!” you call out, with your eyes still closed. The wind is cold against your ears, and you can even feel it blowing through your hair you messily parted before work this afternoon. You can't see it but you can tell spiderman brightens up.

“Ok?! Yeah! Alright let's go!” he yells excitedly before latching onto another building and preparing to lift you both to an extremely tall one, one that'll give you the best view. He holds you close as you both drop for a moment, building momentum for the swing.

“You ready?!” He pants with excitement while giving your side an encouraging squeeze. After a deep breath, you nod and wrap your arms tighter around spider man's shoulders, squishing the side of your face against his jaw, something you wouldn't normally do to a stranger. This isn't a normal situation though.

“Ok! Here we go!” He cheers before whooping loudly and yanking you both into the air, the force making you groan. You squeeze your eyes shut, until you feel everything coming to halt. When you open them, you and spiderman are both suspended in the air above the buildings. A gasp leaves you and it feels like time stands still, with your jacket rising around you, as well as your bag. You're only able to take in the stretch of lights around you for a short moment before you feel your bodies start to drop. The view is quickly overtaken by buildings again, and you're still out of breath when spiderman sticks to the side of a nearby building. He makes a makeshift perch out of his knee for you to sit on, and despite that being something you'd usually be embarrassed about, you're too stunned to care right now.

“Are you alright? I'm sorry that was too much wasn't it?” Spiderman apologizes breathlessly as he straightens your jacket a little, your silence making him anxious. Maybe he had gone too high? You finally blink yourself out of your daze, bracing yourself against his shoulder.

“No- I-! That was incredible!” You huff, still not entirely over the sight you just saw. It was like looking out an airplane window, but without any, well, security or walls. Spider-Man just looks at your bright eyes and wild appearance, and bursts out laughing. You aren't aware of how wind blown you look so you just continue.

“No really! It was like-! And I couldn't-! You know?” You flounder illiterately as your extensive vocabulary flies out the window. You look at him to see if he was grasping what you're saying and Spiderman laughs again, finding it cute how quickly your opinion about this whole thing had changed. It was also nice that you seemed to be in a way better mood than before.

“Yeah! No, I get exactly what you're saying! The feeling is surreal. I felt it when I went swinging for the first time too.” He agrees with you, your excitement rubbing off on him. You finally feel your heart beat start to decelerate. It was for such a short time but in that brief moment in the air, you felt completely weightless, your day at work completely forgotten. You look over at him again and Spider-Man’s holographic eyes widen when they meet your gaze.

“I've thought this ever since that night in high school but, you really are so incredible.” you sigh and unconsciously search for eyes that you can't see. But spiderman can see yours perfectly, and the awe you're looking at him with, makes his heart speed up unexpectedly. You both gaze at each other for a moment longer before spiderman remembers to catch his breath and clears his throat.

“So um-. Are you ready to go again? I've uh- still got to deliver you home safely.” He jokes while laughing a little towards the end. You blink before situating your arms back around his shoulders. He wraps his arm back around your waist and you squeeze him a little more securely before bracing yourself.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” You huff and Spiderman springs off of the building and you both descend towards the ground before he shoots a web, swinging away with you in his arms. He whoops and you scream the entire way.

***

If someone listened hard enough, they'd hear laughing and talking from the top of a certain building.

“No but really that was such an underrated movie, and all because the animation was different.” You say around the last bite of the hotdog from the stand that's always parked on your street. Spiderman scoffs and shakes his head before impressively tossing his crumpled foil into a trash can on the street 90 feet below you. You'd whistle if you knew how to do it properly.

“Some people can't appreciate anything beyond aesthetics.” He sighs profoundly, and how dramatic it is makes you laugh, causing him to join in too. After gazing out at the city for a short while longer, you ball up your hot dog wrapper and stand up, making spiderman look up before standing too. You stuff the trash in your pocket to throw away later and sigh wistfully.

“Welp, I should probably head inside now. My sister has been blowing up my phone for the last 10 minutes.” You exhale while rocking on your heels and glancing over at the door that leads to the stairs of your building, not entirely ready to end this incredible night.You really should've gone inside the moment you both arrived, but when the masked hero offered to buy you something to eat, you couldn't say no. It was rare enough that you'd actually met him in person today after never being able to catch a glimpse of him before, so you know it's not likely you'll get this chance again. It only makes it worse that he turned out to be much nicer than you ever imagined through his videos. Spiderman just nods his head and swings his arms a bit.

“Yeah of course! And just tell her that spiderman held you up, if you need a way out of a lecture or something.” He responds, making you both laugh for the nth time tonight. You hum and nod your head.

“Will do. So uh- thank you for taking me home tonight, I appreciate it. Honestly, I've wanted to meet you since I first saw you in high school.” You chuckle quietly and sigh.

“I guess people aren't always right when they say never meet your heroes huh?” You say softly and glance at him one more time, making his reflective eyes widen again, before finally turning on your heel and making your way towards the door. Spiderman just stands still until you call out one more time.

“ Goodnight Spider-Man! Thanks again!” You call from the door and it snaps him out of his little daze.

“No problem! And watch yourself on the way to your door too! People are crazy!” He adds quickly and you shout back a distant ‘Yes sir!’, that makes him grin. Even after the door has closed Peter continues to smile to himself, replaying your conversations in his head as he walks off the building with a jig in his step. He never would've expected that he'd run into you tonight. Despite sharing a class with you and noticing you on your way home sometimes, Peter has never spoken to you, as himself or as Spider-Man. He's had a small crush on you for a little while now, nothing huge, just enough that he notices if you've got on a new outfit or if you missed class, but after the way things ended with Gwen before she moved, he doesn't plan on acting on it. That was never a good idea. He swings for a while longer before pausing for a second once he notices he's passing the street you both were on what felt like hours ago.

“She might need a swing home again though, who knows?” He thinks to himself as he walks over to the unruly civilian he webbed up earlier, still stuck to the wall. Maybe that manager you told him about will flake on you again, making you miss your bus and walk down this street. No, that wasn't likely. He's never seen you walk down this street before now so why would it happen again? It wasn't right to look forward to seeing you like that anyway. After scolding the guy one more time after letting him go, Peter swings back up to the building he was patrolling from. Sure, he was drawing in his sketchbook too but he was mostly watching and listening. He doodles with the noise of New York as his ambiance, and soon there's a tiny, no effort doodle of you in the corner of his page. He scribbles mindlessly on already sketched lines as he thinks of you.

“I can at least say hello in the hallway or something.” He ponders quietly as he adds little coils to your simplified hair, to stand as the curls that had escaped your parts when you both were swinging.

An intense yawn leaves you as the last few minutes of class tick by, with your instructor( who insisted on being called professor despite running a poorly taught class at a small community college) talking about a topic you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You couldn't get much sleep after your amazing encounter with spiderman last night. All you could do is run over the entire ordeal in your head over and over. Which you think you would've been tired of doing after relaying the story to your sister and all your friends about a hundred times, enough for them to get sick of it anyway. You're in the middle of skipping through the songs on your phone when you finally notice other students getting up to leave. Technically you didn't have to stay for your instructor's rambling but it always felt too rude to just get up and leave in the middle of them talking. While stuffing your binder back into your backpack, two classmates you'd consider friends walk up to you while chatting.

“Y/n are you going to the student store? Let's go together, I want some of those fruit snacks!” one of them says while leaning a hand on your desk. The other sits at the desk beside you, a desk belonging to a guy named Peter. Now that you think about it, he'd rushed out of class a while ago and hasn't come back. Maybe he had an emergency. You contemplate grabbing his backpack for him, noticing he'd left it behind, but decide not to. How would you even give it back to him? What if he comes back for it after you left?

“Y/n?” Your classmate calls your name again since you hadn't answered them, making you snap out of your thoughts. You quickly stuff the rest of your things in your bag.

“Oh yeah. I don't know you guys. They haven't changed what they stock in a while now. ‘M getting kind of tired of that stuff.” You hum while grabbing your purse and phone.

“Then just walk with us over there.” Your other classmate suggests and the three of you make your way out into the hall.

Peter weaves through the crowd of people leaving their classes for the day. He had spent way too much time dealing with that bank robbery. If he had just left after webbing them up instead of taking the time to bother them, he would've gotten back in time. Now he's going to miss the chance to talk to you-.

You run into a solid chest the moment you step out of the door, hard, because the person in front of you was rushing.

“Oh man! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry are you alright!?” Peter gasps after almost bulldozing over you. You're busy holding your nose and Peter is trying to catch a glimpse of your face to make sure you're not bleeding, when you both notice that you're talking to the person you were just thinking of.

“Oh Peter. I was wondering if you were coming back to class. Your backpack is still over at your desk.” you report once you realize who you're talking to. Peter just pauses and looks at you for a second. It's crazy that he's seen you plenty of times before today but just because of your half an hour long interaction yesterday, things felt different. He almost felt a little naked without his suit on, like you'd recognize him right away.

“Peter?” You ask him again and he finally remembers to human. He blinks a few times before nodding his head.

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah I had to go take care of something, but thanks. For looking out I mean.” He says hurriedly before letting out a sheepish laugh. He looks up at you with a cute smile that unexpectedly makes your heart stutter a little. This being the first time you've looked at him longer than the time it takes for him to answer a question, or slide past your desk. You blink and shrug casually.

“ Oh nah, it's no problem. I guess we'll see you tomorrow?” You say goodbye as your friends start to walk off ahead of you, seeing one of their other classmates.

“Yeah of course, see you later.” He responds and you give him a small smile before walking to meet up with your friends. Peter watches you for another second before turning to walk into the classroom. The two of you had so many conversations yesterday and now it was odd to exchange more than a few words. He can't do it though. Can't attempt to interact with you more outside of his suit. It would only lead to unavoidable problems that he'd rather not deal with again. Peter stops in the doorway to the classroom and taps at the frame with his finger.

“Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.” He chants in his head as his feet stay planted to the spot in front of the door.

“Hey y/n!” You hear Peter call you right as you're about to step out into the quad. You peer back and see him jog up to you. When you look at him with big, questioning eyes he sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry, but could you tell me the assignments for tonight? I missed them earlier.” He asks you with an adorable smile, and just like that, things are on the course to change, for better or for worse.

🕸️A/n: I can't believe I finally finished this, I started it in June last year. I told myself I'm gonna finish all the fics I want to read this year, no matter how long and complicated, and I'm already off to a great start. Super proud of myself. This is my first post on this blog so, thanks for reading!🕸️🕸️🕸️

🕸️Taggies: @cookieswithay, @bokutosbiceps

[fizziedoodle]

dating hobie brown pt.2 ₊˚🎧

[pyraomen]

❝ I DRINK YOUR BLOOD AND I EAT YOUR SKIN. ❞

SEND REQUEST … NSFW ALLOWED (some don’t go overboard)

☠︎︎ . INTRODUCTION , remus ; remy — sukuna’s bride. genderfluid, any pronouns. eighteen, aquarius. black writer and shifter.

☠︎︎ . FANDOMS , jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, my hero academia, black clover, demon slayer, bleach, marvel, dceu, the walking dead, detroit become human, the last of us, sally face.

DISCLAIMER I DON’T WRITE FOR FANDOMS IM NOT IN, NOR MINORS.

anyone is free to interact, it’s the internet lol!

[mordyverse]

🥀Steven Grant with a goth s/o!!!

ʚ🩸ɞ type: headcanons (sfw)

ʚ🩸ɞ pairings: Steven Grant x blk!gn!reader

a/n: we are so back 🦾

steven who listens to every playlist you make for him on repeat. He prefers New Wave goth over the other subgenres, and his notable favorite bands are Oingo Boingo, Cocteau Twins, The Cure, and Strawberry Switchblade. semi canon bc Comic!Marc has "The Killing Moon" by Echo and the Bunnymen as his ringtone.

steven who just nods when he hears you recite to your eccentric, offbeat philosophical poetry. It's not that he doesn't like it, he just never knows what's going on, don't take it personally.

steven who's supportive as heck when it comes to your look. he loves when you get all dressed up with makeup and jewelry, but he also understands that it's time-consuming. he loves your casual wear, too.

steven who loves taking you on picnic dates, museum dates, library dates, etc. He's BIG on thrift store dates and he's always on the lookout for new things to add to your collection (be it dolls, rocks, CDs, bones, wtv)

steven who loves movie night!! He has an expansive DVD collection (like Edward Scissorhands, Coraline, Elvira, etc) He has an affinity for black and white horror films like Dracula, though, because he loves how the movies rely on practical effects to be entertaining.

steven who sits through every single documentary with you. He even takes notes <3

steven who is hesitant to let you dress him. “it's a bit too dark for me haha..” he’ll always say, until finally giving in and letting you style him. He talks the ENTIRE time you do his makeup and he blinks like crazy when you try to apply eyeliner..

steven who loves taking strolls with you. moonlight or daylight, he's always there, his paces in time with yours, your fingers entwined with his as he holds a parasol over your head. he can't have you getting burned :(

steven who loves how your smell lingers in his flat after you’ve gone - the subtle but all-encasing scent of blood oranges, burning wood, rose water, and a bit of hemp oil calms his nerves.

steven who always hypes you up. He ADORES you. He takes so many pictures of you whenever you dress up. As soon as you step out of the house he's got his phone out, taking photos of you by the trees, the fountain, the snack aisle in the store - he's literally your biggest fan.

steven who appreciates how blunt and deadpan you can be sometimes. You're very straightforward with what you want/need and he doesn't have to play a guessing game.

steven who has the looming suspicion that his s/o may be a vampire..

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