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mischiefmaker615 · 1 month ago

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Devil is a Lie (1 of 3)

Song/Inspiration: Tommy Richman – "DEVIL IS A LIE"

Summary: Loki is king. he's taken over Midgard with Stark Tower's as his throne. the heroes have fallen, most captured and utilized for his entertainment. But for Loki's tastes, there had to be some.. adjustments. Will revenge taste the same if they were females?

Note: this will be a DARK fic! obviously from the description you can kinda get the gist.. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU GET TRIGGERED WITH GRAPE (if ya know what i mean)

~the people have voted for Tony, Steve and Clint. it will most likely be a three part one shot.

~curse thy demon..

‘’I will absolutely kill you for this!” Tony yelled out, his arms straining with all their might while a Chitauri on each one pulled him into the room.

‘’the last time you’ve dared threaten me in this very room Stark, you got tossed out a window. Perhaps this time, I may not find myself as merciful.’’ Loki warned him, his voice careful yet with no concern while his scepter stayed comfortably in his hand while he watched Tony be dragged towards him.

He had a cut on his temple, bruises scattered his body and his clothes torn in different parts. There was obviously a struggle, Loki knew Stark wasn’t going to be an easy one to find, let alone capture. Even if he had to sacrifice an impressive number of his army, Tony Stark in captivity was crucial if he wished for a permanent empire. In fact, a simple spell made it possible to fuse the famous Iron Man suits together to make out a comfortable throne for Loki to sit on, the very one he sat on now while he man spread and made himself at home as soon as Midgard had been taken over.

It had been a long battle- truth be told, Loki still wasn’t sure how he did it. But as soon as the last of the army had entered through the portal, he was sure to seal it off so no one could cast him back into the shadows. This was his realm now, his army to command and keeping Thanos out was top priority before he began rounding up the Avengers.

Stark was the last one he needed.

Thor had been killed, by the grace of somehow taking control over Hulk’s mind, a lucky yet very tight miracle in the end with the help of his scepter. Hulk was his to command, and a huge help to what he’s gained so far. Barton and Roger’s have been captured, Natasha as well and most of SHIELD has been hunted down and taken over by the Chitauri. It was an ongoing battle for now, but Loki made sure not to have stress take over while he found himself indulging in the benefits of Midgard. It will be much work, but one step at a time was getting him closer and closer to what he wished this realm to be.

The sound of someone spitting and the light tap of his boot caused Loki to come out of his thoughts, finding Tony had been forced down onto his knees before him and had disrespected his boot just about two steps away. Loki remained casual as he sat comfortably upon his Iron throne, manspreading before Stark while Tony looked back at him through hateful eyes.

‘’your army will be stopped soon. It’s only a matter of time before-‘’

‘’before, what?” Loki smirked, his scepter staying in place beside the throne while Loki leaned forward on his elbows against his knees. ‘’Hulk is at my command and taking care of the majority nuisance divisions. Your comrades are either dead, captured or under my control. Your government has fallen and I have you now, the last loose end in the back of my mind before I can finally begin to enjoy this.’’

‘’no planet will prosper under your rule.’’ Tony sneered, still trying to struggle to get his arms free while his knees ached. ‘’you’ll never be the king you hope to b-‘’

‘’bold words for someone who absolutely has no upper hand in any of this.’’ Loki chuckled, clearly unfazed by anything that Stark could throw at him. how could one be bothered when they have it all? ‘’once again, you are simple just a man. Stripped away anything you thought had made you special, and alone with no living being willing to help you. Even your dear little assistant has better things to do.’’ The cruelty of it had Loki smirk, a smirk that filled in any thoughts and questions Tony had about it and fueled to get free more.

‘’I swear to god if you’ve harmed her-‘’

‘’harmer her?’’ Loki snorted, almost looking offended while he placed a hand dramatically over his heart. ‘’I am not the one who has been using her all this time Stark. How do you think she feels, when she’s given you her all, and still you continue to bed other women.’’ He scolded, Tony looking away with tensed muscles.

‘’that isn’t me anymore.’’

‘’isn’t it? You can’t go a single night at a party without some disrespectful thing coming out of your mouth towards the opposite sex. Quite.. ungentlemanly of you.’’ He tsked, clearly amused while he lazily sat back in his chair.

‘’you fucking talk to me about being a gentleman?? The only flesh you’ve gained has never been out of willing partners’’ Tony snapped, wincing as the Chitauri tightened their hold by merely a look Loki gave them.

‘’I have all the willing partners I wish Stark.’’ Loki smirked, standing up while Tony tensed and raised his eyes to look at him. ‘’the scepter merely brings out your deepest and truest desires. Truth. Something, you clearly find it hard to own.’’

‘’save me the lectures monster. Either kill me or shut it.’’ Tony seethed, clearly uninterested in all of this while the weight of everything was racking his brain and hate exhausting him mentally. How could this man be so cruel.. how could one rule like this with everyone under his thumb? Was bloodshed and mind control worth having world flexibility? His mind drifted off to Pepper, how he should have been there.. how he should be there now where.. wherever this monster was keeping her.. doing to her..

The feeling of a cold, slender hand stroking the side of his head had his eyes snapping back up to Loki’s, who’s eyes looked down upon him with not an ounce of worry but of amusement and danger.

‘’oh Stark.. it’s clear you don’t have any interest in what I have to say. Perhaps you are finally realizing how everybody else feels when you talk.’’ Loki smirked, Tony trying to lean away from his touch before the clawed hand of a Chitauri held his head still with the grip at the back of his neck. ‘’perhaps we could put your mouth to better use.’’

The last sentence had Tony still, looking at him in a frozen state as he tried to understand if he was serious or just some sick joke. Loki looked dead serious, his face almost looking like he expected something right then and there while Tony scoffed at him, using humor to get out of the uncomfortable situation. ‘’sorry Reindeer Games, you’re not my type.’’

‘’as you are not my own either Stark, though I’ve had no trouble with the male species in the past.’’ Loki waved off the thought while he looked over Tony’s face in contemplation. Tony looked up at him with a glare, an unsure look of where things were heading before he began to tense while Loki’s cruel smile tugged at his lips.

‘’we can fix this then.’’

Suddenly Loki pressed his palm flat against Tony’s forehead, causing him to flinch out and struggle with wide eyes. ‘’what are you-‘’ his words were cut off with a sudden rush of light flooding his eye sight, squeezing them closed while the light seemed to engulf his body and spread. His skin began to tingle, prick and ache. Tony winced and began struggling more, his breathing becoming difficult while the three beings before him kept him still. There was a strange.. unknown language coming from Loki, his voice low and mumbling it while he increased pressure against Tony’s forehead. Before Stark could try out from either shock or pain, it disappeared. Just like that.

Loki’s hand left his forehead while Tony slowly opened his eyes, heart racing while he tried to figure out what just happened. This was Loki, he should be feeling some type of torturous pain right? He felt like there was no mind control.. he could flex and will himself to look around but nothing seemed to have changed.

‘’that’s much better.’’ Loki smirked, looking over him with something else in his eyes. ‘’much better.’’ Before Tony could question him, Loki looked at the Chitauri and waved his hand. ‘’release him, I can handle him.’’

It was quite an insult to be called second hand weak, but the important part was that the Chitauri released him and disappeared elsewhere in the room. Tony’s arms lowered, blood rushing back into them as fast as his adrenaline before hate filled his mind and chest once more. Gathering his strength, Tony lunged towards Loki, a fist flying perfectly towards his nose with all of his force but before he could make contact, Loki’s hand caught it within an inch of his face.

Tony’s eyes widened, already feeling the strength difference but it was to be expected against a god.. no.. he felt weaker.. must be all the damage he took over the past hours.. his mind raced while he tried to focus, pulling his hand back while Loki allowed him, making him look at him strange before he tried to send a kick at his side next.

Loki easily deflected it, almost as if batting off an insect while Tony stumbled and Loki watching in clear amusement. Breathing in rage while Loki seemed to toy with him, Tony yelled in frustration and threw another punch towards him, only to find Loki deflect it and use it against him to turn his body away, Tony’s back facing Loki’s chest before he felt his hair being gripped on.

‘’fuck you!” Tony yelled, cutting his voice off short when a different voice than his own came out. it was lighter, almost.. feminine. Loki’s grip on his hair tightened, causing his hands to fly up and grip his wrist with a wince while he noticed Loki’s hand was slightly lower that where his hair should be. As if his hair was.. longer.

‘’even in this form, you still aren’t my preference.’’ Loki sneered, pulling him harshly to face the broken glass that had once been the mirror behind the bar. ‘’but I’m sure I could put you to use.’’

Tony’s struggles froze slowly, staring back at the reflection with wide and unbelieving eyes. Staring back at him was a woman, slender with lightly tanned skin. Brown eyes watched him, tattered and a bit to-big clothes hung from her body. Long dark hair stayed half way tangled in Loki’s grip while the god smirked back at him with amusement.

‘’what did you-‘’ Tony’s hand flew to his throat, indeed finding his voice had changed and the movements matched with the woman in the mirror.

‘’are amusing as your death would be, and it has been quite the long debate if I should, why waste one that may have much to offer?” Loki smirked, his free hand drawing up to firmly grip at Tony’s chest, causing him to jump in shock- the feeling indeed his own body while he shoved his hand away.

‘’what the fuck are you-‘’

‘’I do hate repeating myself, do try to find a better use with that mouth.’’ Loki rolled his eyes, beginning to walk towards his throne while leading Tony by his grip still.

Tony winced and struggled, the string in his locks causing him to follow while his heart raced. ‘’you’re absolutely sick- you.. you can’t just-‘’

‘’you have absolutely no problem being disrespectful towards women Stark, why must you be a hypocrite now?” Loki smirked, sitting himself down again while he manspread and brought Tony down to kneel between his legs. If was effortless, Tony having the strength of a woman whom seemed to have never worked on utilizing strength before. He was on shaky legs, his mind whirling to figure out if this was real or not. It all felt so.. real.. how could his body have been changed? This had to be some.. sick nightmare.. especially once he heard the rustling of fabric and looked down to find Loki’s member spring out to life.

‘’don’t you fucking da-‘’

‘’you use that word so often, I’d much rather you act upon it.’’ Loki smirked, his eyes nothing but dark and lustful, Tony’s embodiment being the perfect distraction if all he could do was tune out his personality. ‘’I could always have you under my control,’’ Loki smirked, feeling how Tony quickly planted his hands on the arms of the throne while he felt his head being forced lower and lower to Loki’s groin. ‘’but of course, where the fun in that. You heroes have been nothing but trouble. Your broken state and submission will be a far better revenge than any bloodshed I could have done to you.’’

Loki’s strength was practically the Hulk’s in Tony’s knew strength, having to bring his hands off from the arms of the throne to plant onto Loki’s thighs- as much as he hated it. His muscles weren’t even flexed to manipulate Stark, their strengths significantly different while Tony’s eyes flicked up to Loki’s. ‘’I could always bi-‘’

‘’bite me? That’s the glory of it my dear.’’ Loki smirked, a hand moving to cup Tony’s smooth chin, his terminology slowly changing while the illusion built itself. ‘’this particular spell turns you into the perfect woman. Submissive, and obedient.’’

Suddenly grasping his jaw, his thumb and pointing finger adding enough pressure to have Tony’s mouth pop open while his other hand brought his head down. Loki’s cock slid mercilessly to the back of Tony’s throat, relishing in how his backline deepened into an arch while his body withered and tried to adjust to the intrusion.

A satisfied sigh left Loki’s lips, keeping his head down firm onto his cock while the other hand released his jaw. He could feel the slight strain in his muscles, fighting every ounce of the spell to try to bite him, but Loki just laughed- earning Stark a sharp thrust up into his throat.

Tony’s eyes watered, trying to come up for air while his throat constricted around Loki’s cock- finding the action merely earning him more with the way it felt for Loki. Tony’s fingers curled into his palms, almost drawing blood while they stayed planted on Loki’s thighs and his skull stung where Loki had his hair. Whatever cruel.. lesson Loki was trying to prove, Tony still couldn’t figure out.

He had never treated a woman like this- always indulged and given them their pleasure before their own. If that was what Loki thought he did, then he was dead wrong.. no.. in the midst of it all, Tony knew. He disregarded them in the morning.. not even knowing their names when he sobered up and heard the door shut behind them.. is that what Pepper thought of him? thought he was going to treat her in such a way where she remained in her business position strictly? Pepper.. I’ m sorry..

“oh dear, the mortal has grown silent. Have I fed you to much?” Loki mocked, bringing him up for air but not high enough for his cock to slide out of his mouth.

Tony’s tear pricked eyes looked up at him, wishing a hole would burn through Loki’s skull with the way he looked up at him. Loki couldn’t help but throw his head back to laugh, clearly finding amusement at having the humiliation wash over his enemies face and he couldn’t help but push him back down, causing Tony to choke again and shiver.

‘’at least there’s finally a use for you Stark, perhaps if you’re ever granted the chance, you shall treat women better. Or maybe punishment shall be sure to make itself clear, I’m sure the Chitauri would relish your new form’’ Loki smirked cruelly, feeling Tony’s heart beat raced faster against his thighs that almost seemed to squeeze him and keep him still.

Loki took turned raising his hips into Tony’s mouth and bobbing him up and down manually by his hair. As they went on, it got easier with Tony’s throat adjusting to Loki’s administrations. Even so, Loki’s intentions were clear that this was not to be easy nor enjoyed accept for purely his own benefit. Sometimes he would bring Stark down while also rocking his hips at the same time, relishing in the constrictions of Tony’s throat or his feminine whimpers, spurring him on to repeat the action.

By then, Tony was a mess. Tears having streamed down his cheeks while his body stayed almost limp and weak from the pain and exhaustion. Loki even prolonged his own climax to ensure Stark got the point thoroughly while he bucked up into his face. Even Tony’s sounds could hardly be heard while Loki shamelessly panted, moaned and groaned with pleasure.

Finally.. finally.. Loki reached his end and came into Tony’s mouth, pulling him up ever so slightly to make sure he tasted every bit of it rather than sending it directly into his stomach. His grip tightened ever so slightly, causing Tony to tense in pain while he was silently demanded to swallow. Keeping his eyes down, he made sure to do so while his body shivered at the amount.

Satisfied, Loki smirked and suddenly tossed Tony off, making him fall back onto his ass with a start before Loki leaned against his knees again to look down at her. ‘’you are going to take care of something before I have half the mind to do the very same action to your dear assistant.’’ He said carefully so Tony could understand.

Somehow he did, looking at Loki in a stalemate that didn’t last to long with the consideration of Pepper. There was no dignity left, no strength to fight and no idea of how to get out of this yet while he rose to his hands and knees.

‘’look at me as you near.’’ Loki ordered, a sharpness in his voice making Tony flinch like he had been struck, but he made eye contact nevertheless.

He kept his face expressionless, only making himself willing if it meant keeping Pepper safe while he began crawling to Loki. Rubble cutting his knees as he moved, having been left from the fight to take over and felt shards of glass meeting his palms while he stopped in front of the god.

Flicking his eyes up at Loki, whom smirked down at him with his body leaning back in pure contentment and satisfaction, Tony used everything in his will to bent down and lick up the spit he had given earlier onto his boot. When it was all clear, he sat up with reddened cheeks, hate in his eyes and a gaze that was cast down onto the floor before he saw Loki wave a hand in the corner of his eye.

‘’keep him separate, for now. Bring me the soldier,’’

Tony’s body tensed as he looked up at Loki with denial and horror. Loki all the more drinking up his reaction while he leaned down to smirk at the once-was man of Iron.

‘’I hear he is quite inexperienced in a few things. He’ll need a willing hand.’’

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artficlly · 5 hours ago

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sweetpea [one-shot]

post-apocalyptic marvel au

retired!hero!bucky x fem!reader After the Riftborn War, Bucky Barnes seeks to retire from his past as a hero and settle down, you might just be the peace he’s been looking for all along.

Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, p in v, against tree sex, outdoor sex, no protection, vague primal vibes, very consensual, kissing, underwear ripping, if you squint, there's some plot, teeth-rotting fluff, it's so cute, bucky barnes is the sweetest, beefy bucky, yelena meddles, steve rogers is horrified, spring festivals, paganism, masks, drinking, mentions of past violence, death and war, mentions of readers previous relationships, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 8.9k

A/N: hello! it's nearly my birthday so heres a treat for you all. i've been sitting on this idea for AGES. i've been working hard on the daughter of the rotsál first draft, so i decided to take a break from the angst for some fluffy, cute smut!! please let me know if you enjoy and your thoughts! sorry for any typos - not proof read. permanent tag list: @globetrotter28

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Being fucked over the table was not unwelcome but rather surprisingly pleasant, even if it derailed your breakfast plans.

Leif had always been a rather attentive lover, skilled at pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your needy cunt. He possessed stamina and a hint of roughness that stirred warmth within you, yet something still felt absent. This elusive quality lingered throughout your year together—an unexpressed awareness that simmered between you. Leif was kind, diligent, attractive, and strong. He was considerate, often surprising you with gifts and regularly praising your looks and cooking. Your friends approved of him.

So even if that brief and passionate session had been perfect, him thrusting into you from behind so intensely that your toes curled and you had to press your face against the wooden surface to keep from screaming—you realised it was all somewhat melancholic. The thing that was missing between you and your Springbond was that fabled spark.

The decision to part ways had hurt, but you both knew it was right. A week before you had made the decision, on Mayflame he would move out, and the both of you would be single once more. The morning sex had been a goodbye of sorts, in typical Leif style. Even if you aligned perfectly, you inevitably amassed a long list of differences that broke the perfect illusion. You desired to settle down, concentrate on your work and home, and build connections with those nearby.

In contrast, Leif craved adventure and excitement—obviously, the Bleeding Age hadn’t brought enough danger and activity into his life. He later confessed that he was eager to sleep around more, as he was still a young man exploring his possibilities. This revelation didn’t necessarily shock or hurt you; you had captured his attention for the entire year, far beyond your predictions. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder... were you boring?

After years of undue stress, survival, and several near-death experiences, you were eager to take advantage of the calm that followed the defeat of the Riftborn and the end of the Bleeding Age. You had to remind yourself—somewhat bitterly—that Leif was not the first and would not be the last.

“Did you see who that was?” Yelena exclaimed from beside you, her hand gripping your forearm tightly. You nearly leapt in surprise, abruptly pulled from your thoughts. Your head turned as you looked back, tracking Yelena’s gaze. “I swear to the fucking gods that was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes—”

You squinted at the backs of the two men who had passed you by.

They walked like soldiers—steady, assured, their movements streamlined but commanding. No hesitation, no wasted motion, just the certainty of men who had spent years on battlefields, who had fought and bled and survived when others hadn’t. They were massive, even under their coats, their broad shoulders and thick arms unmistakable beneath the heavy fabric. Towering over the people around them, they carried themselves with the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but took it anyway.

“The captain and the sergeant?” You shot back, doubt curling around your words as your brow furrowed. “I thought they were stationed in Stonebrook until the village was built.”

“They were… but last I heard, Stonebrook’s finished.” Yelena’s voice had an eager edge; her gaze locked onto the two figures even as they disappeared around a street corner, swallowed by the cobbled streets. “They were invited back for the Mayflame celebrations. The word is that they want to retire from the soldier business now the war is over.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging at her arm with a huff. “Come on, we’re going to be late—”

“But do you think they’ll run in Mayflame?” Yelena pressed, barely budging under your pull.

“I mean, gods, can you imagine if Steve Rogers was your Springbond?” She exhaled, almost breathless at the thought, her fingers tightening around your sleeve as if the mere idea was enough to set her heart racing.

You grit your teeth, heat rising in your face—not from excitement but from secondhand embarrassment. A group of older women lingered outside your destination, snickering between themselves at Yelena’s loud ponderings. With a sharp yank, you pulled her off the street and into the village hall, the heavy wooden doors thudding shut behind you, sealing away the crisp morning air and her starry-eyed ramblings.

“There you two are! I need all the hands I can get!”

A flustered-looking Pepper Potts intercepted you and Yelena before you could fully step inside, already ushering you towards a large pile of decorations. Her sleeves were rolled to her elbows, auburn hair pinned haphazardly at the nape of her neck, a sure sign that she had been running herself ragged in preparation for the festival.

“I’ve got half the boys working on the course and the bonfire,” she said, exhaling sharply. “Can you please cart these down and get started on the flowers?”

“Of course,” you replied with a quick nod, already sizing up the pile, considering how best to carry everything down in as few trips as possible.

Yelena, however, had other priorities. “Pepper, are the captain and sergeant joining the Mayflame?” She asked shamelessly, barely masking the anticipation in her tone.

But Pepper had already turned, swept away by the tide of arriving villagers, barking orders as she moved—clearly too busy to entertain Yelena’s curiosity.

You scoffed, sinking your hands into a collection of freshly cut flowers, their stems already bundled neatly for easy transport. You had grown and picked them yourself, much to Pepper’s praise. In recent years, you found comfort in your gardens and flowerbeds. The scent of wild blooms filled your nose, the petals soft against your fingers as you began sorting through them. “Yelena, stop meddling and help me.”

“Fine, but you are no fun!” Yelena groaned, throwing herself down beside you with dramatic flair. Then, as if compelled by some unseen force, she added with a wistful sigh, “I know you’re upset about Leif, but at least let me dream of a raunchy, hero-filled Mayflame.”

Her voice carried farther than she likely intended. Several nearby villagers—some heaving chairs, others hauling tables—stopped mid-task, casting curious glances in your direction.

Mortified, you didn’t dignify her with a response.

—

“I mean, you keep saying you’re not upset about Leif, but you’re obviously upset.”

Yelena’s voice drifted up from below, thick with scepticism. She was not taking her duty of stabilising the ladder very seriously. The wooden rungs wobbled beneath your feet, shifting with every careless movement she made. A quick glance down confirmed your suspicions. She was barely gripping the beams, more occupied with craning her neck up the hill, no doubt hoping for another glimpse of the fabled Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes.

You sighed, your arms burning from the strain. You had foolishly volunteered for the painstaking task of weaving flowers through the towering wooden archways that framed the festival’s entrances. The Mayflame decorations were meant to be intricate and beautiful—braided vines, bundles of wildflowers, bright ribbons fluttering in the evening breeze—but at this rate, you’d be lucky if you made it out of this task without breaking a limb.

“I’m not upset,” you grumbled, though your voice lacked conviction. You worked the soft stems of sweetpeas and baby’s breath into a sturdy braid, securing them with twine against the wooden frame. “We made a mutual decision. It wasn’t working. Just a Mayflame fling...”

Yelena snorted from below, unimpressed. The ladder swayed as she shifted, and you tightened your grip, heart stuttering. “You two lived together for a year. I think it was a little more than a fling.”

You exhaled sharply, your fingers tightening around the flowers. “If he wants to run off, sleep around, and travel, who am I to hold him back, Lena? He wanted something different than I did. It never would have worked.”

“I just…” Yelena hesitated. “I just don’t like thinking about you living up on that farm by yourself.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you reached for another bundle of flowers. “Then come visit me more often instead of spending all your nights at the tavern, bothering Nat. I need all the help I can get wrangling those weeds—”

The words barely left your mouth before the ladder jerked violently beneath you.

Your stomach lurched as you wobbled. You instinctively reached for the wooden arch to steady yourself but overcorrected. The shift in weight sent the ladder tilting dangerously, its legs twisting beneath you. The basket of flowers on your hip slipped free, tumbling towards the grass below in a flurry of petals.

“Yelena! The ladder—!”

“There’s a bee in my hair!” Yelena shrieked, her grip altogether abandoning the wooden beams as she flailed wildly. “Gods, if it stings me, I swear—”

You had no time to process her nonsense. The world lurched violently as the ladder lost its precarious balance, tipping sideways with terrifying speed.

Air whipped at your cheeks as you plunged downward. Your arms shot up in a feeble attempt to protect your head, your entire body bracing for the inevitable collision with the earth below.

But the pain never came.

Instead, you collided with something solid—something warm.

A pair of strong arms locked tightly around your middle, yanking you against a broad, muscled chest. The force of your fall sent both of you toppling over; your breath knocked from your lungs as your saviour twisted to absorb the impact. The two of you crashed into the grass in a tangled heap.

A startled squeak escaped your lips as you landed atop them, hands splayed flat against their chest. Their sheer size was dizzying—hard muscle beneath the thin fabric. The steady rise and fall of their breathing made you acutely aware of how firmly you were pressed against them.

For a long second, neither of you moved, your heart pounding as you processed what had just happened. Then, slowly, the arms around your waist loosened. A deep, low voice rumbled beneath you, quieter than you expected yet laced with a restrained amusement.

“Careful, angel. Keep this up, and people will talk.”

Your breath hitched, pulse stuttering as you realised who lay beneath you. Bucky Barnes.

A cold rush of realisation hit like a shock to the system. Your eyes widened in alarm as you took in the situation. Your hands braced against the solid plane of his chest, his body beneath yours, broad and unmoving. Worse, your legs were hooked around his hips, the warmth of him seeping through your clothes—oh gods, were you sitting on his—?

Panic jolted through you. Without a second thought, you scrambled off him in a flurry of movement, heat rushing to your face. Your hands shot up instinctively as if you could wave away the mortifying situation.

“I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

Bucky didn’t move immediately. He remained where he was, lying on the ground, one arm bent behind his head. The dappled sunlight filtering through the trees cast shadows on his face, highlighting the defined angles of his cheekbones and the depth of his blue eyes. There was no teasing smirk, no cocky remark—just a quiet, lingering patience.

Finally, with a slow, fluid motion, he pushed himself upright, his expression unreadable.

“It’s fine,” he assured, his voice smooth but low, edged with something thoughtful. Just a quiet confidence that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.

You took a hurried step back, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but the erratic beat of your heart refused to settle. You’d always known of Bucky Barnes—the colder one, the quiet one. The man whose name carried a reputation as cutting as winter’s first frost. Yet now, looking at him, the weight of that reputation felt at odds with how he carried himself.

There was something measured about his movements, deliberate and careful, as though he were wary of taking up too much space.

The silence stretched between you until his voice, softer this time, broke through. “You’ve got a little something…”

His hand shot up before you could reply—quick yet remarkably gentle. His fingers delicately moved through your hair, his careful touch igniting a familiar warmth in your gut.

You froze.

He plucked something from your hair and turned it over in his fingers. A single sweetpea, its delicate petals trembling in the breeze. Bucky studied it with quiet intensity, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Sweetpea,” he murmured, as if the word carried weight, his gaze flicking back to meet yours. How he looked at you—calm yet piercing—made your breath catch. For a fleeting moment, the world felt impossibly still.

Your cheeks burned. You didn’t even know why.

“I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Something flickered across his face, subtle but there. Not quite a smile, but something close, something softer than you would have expected from a man with his reputation.

“You don’t have to apologise,” he said simply. Then, after a beat, quieter: “You could’ve hurt yourself.”

It was such a small thing. Barely even a kindness. You were glad the hero couldn’t sense the throbbing between your legs. Maybe this break-up with Leif had indeed done a number on you, lusting after the first man who showed you kindness... but there was something rather magnetic about the sergeant you couldn’t quite understand.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus and gather the scattered remnants of your pride. Your gaze turned to the abandoned basket of flowers at your feet, a welcome distraction.

"Right, well, thank you,” you muttered. “I should probably—”

You motioned vaguely toward the half-finished floral arch, eager to redirect the moment into something less intense. But before Bucky could respond, a sharp, frantic voice shattered the moment.

“Oh, gods! I’m so sorry, there was a bee, and I just—are you okay?” You barely had time to brace before Yelena was upon you, hands gripping your shoulders, her wide green eyes scanning your face as if she expected to find a gaping wound. You squirmed under her touch, cheeks still burning.

“I’m fine, Lena,” you mumbled, trying to pry her hands off you. “Really.”

“Yes, of course! This gentleman saved you—” Yelena cut herself off mid-sentence, her entire body freezing as she finally got a good look at him. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in unfiltered shock. “Wait. You’re Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky’s expression shifted, barely, but you caught it. A flicker of something. Not quite discomfort, but something close. His posture stiffened, his fingers flexing once before settling back into stillness.

He didn’t confirm or deny it. He just gave a slow, short nod. You saw the way his throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed, the way he held himself—not defensive, exactly, but closed off as if he had already braced for whatever reaction was coming next.

Yelena’s gaze darted between you, her sharp mind working fast. Too fast. There was a feral glint in her eyes, one you knew well. You could practically see the cogs turning in her mind, a meddling scheme already in action. You held back a groan.

Before she could say something truly insufferable, a sharp, shrill voice rang out from across the unlit bonfire.

“There you are! I need more flowers—can you believe it? I thought we’d have enough with all that you grew. Please tell me you have more in that garden of yours!” You blinked, grateful for the interruption, and immediately turned towards the sound of Pepper’s voice.

“Yes, of course,” you called back, relief flooding through you. “I grew extra just in case. I had a feeling this might happen.”

“Wonderful! Oh, you’re a lifesaver today,” Pepper’s voice rose in excitement. “Leave the floral arches for now. I’ll have one of the girls help finish them up. If you could just run up to your garden—”

You didn’t need to hear the rest.

“Of course!” You cut her off a little too eagerly, desperate to get away from Yelena’s looming interrogation. It was almost like an escape route had opened, and you weren’t about to hesitate. Pepper barely seemed to notice your enthusiasm as she continued.

“Oh, but you won’t be able to carry them all alone, will you? Yelena, you’ll help her, won’t you? And, oh, Bucky, I didn’t realise you were down here already. If I send you and Steve up as well, can you help these lovely ladies?”

You turned towards him instinctively, almost uncertain of what to expect. Bucky, who had been silent throughout the exchange, lifted his head slightly. His eyes jumped towards Pepper, then towards you. His blue eyes were unreadable, his expression impossible to decipher.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“Yeah.”

That was it. No unnecessary words, no wasted breath. Just a quiet, steady answer, the same way he seemed to carry himself, like a man who only spoke when it was worth speaking.

Yelena, on the other hand, was already on you like a hawk, latched onto your arm, nails digging through even your clothing as she grinned in excitement. Instead, you held back any protest that wanted to bubble to the surface, donning a hesitant smile. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the afternoon was about to take a turn for the absurd.

There was no way out of this now.

—

The sun sat high in the sky as the four of you climbed the hill towards the garden. The path was uneven, the dirt packed down from years of footsteps, the scent of wildflowers and earth thick in the warm air. You focused ahead, gripping the empty basket, determined not to meet anyone’s gaze—especially not Bucky’s.

Of course, Yelena had no such reservations. She walked beside Steve, hands clasped behind her back, the picture of feigned innocence. You could feel the question brewing before she even opened her mouth.

“So,” she began, her tone laced with a familiar mischief. “You two were some of the great heroes of the Blooded Age.”

Steve huffed a small, almost bashful laugh. “I wouldn’t call us heroes.”

“Really?” Yelena raised a brow. “Because I’ve heard plenty of stories that say otherwise. You fought monsters, saved villages, built armies—sounds pretty heroic to me.”

Steve glanced at Bucky as if expecting him to jump in, but the other man remained quiet, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. Steve sighed and shrugged. “We did what needed to be done. It wasn’t about being heroes. People were dying, and the world was falling apart. We just... fought to keep it together.”

Yelena hummed, unimpressed with his humility. “And now you’re here. Retired.”

“That’s the plan.”

“You must be very tired.” She smirked. “All that fighting. Saving the world. Carrying such a heavy burden on those broad, broad shoulders.”

You choked on absolutely nothing, coughing into your hand as warmth flared in your cheeks.

Steve cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was time to put the war behind us.”

Yelena turned to Bucky, who had been walking a step behind, silent as ever. “And what about you, Barnes? Tired of fighting too?”

Bucky finally glanced her way, his expression unreadable.

“War doesn’t leave much room for a future.” His voice was low, quiet, but firm. “Figured it was time to start thinking about one.”

Yelena tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle she was determined to solve. “And New Fernwick is the place to do that?”

Bucky didn’t answer immediately. His attention turned to you—brief and mysterious—before he looked back at the trail. “Seems as good a place as any.”

Yelena smirked, but you reached the garden before she could push further.

“Here we are!” You announced, a little too brightly, desperate to change the subject.

You set your basket down and knelt to gather the flowers, focusing intently on the task. Yelena crouched beside you, plucking a few stems with ease. Steve busied himself as well, his hands surprisingly gentle as he worked.

Bucky, however, remained standing with his arms crossed as he surveyed the field of blooms. After a brief pause, he crouched, reaching for a flower near your basket. You watched as his fingers brushed over the petals carefully and deliberately.

Yelena noticed too. “Didn’t peg you for a flower guy, Barnes.”

Bucky plucked the stem and twirled it between his fingers, his expression unreadable. “You learn to appreciate the small things when you don’t see ‘em for a long time.”

The words were simple, but they settled in your chest, something unspoken lingering beneath them.

Yelena, for once, said nothing.

The silence stretched as the four of you worked, the baskets gradually filling, until until Yelena, as always, shattered it with a single sentence—one that made your stomach drop the moment it left her mouth.

“So, are you two going to do the Mayflame Run?”

Your fingers tightened around the delicate stems of the flowers in your hands, nearly crushing them. Heat flared up your neck, and you snapped your head towards her. “Yelena.”

She only grinned, tilting her head in mock innocence. “What?”

She batted her lashes. “It’s a fair question.”

Bucky and Steve glanced up from where they were crouched, picking through the wildflowers. The question had caught them off guard. Steve’s brow furrowed, curiosity laced with hesitation.

“What exactly is the Mayflame Run?” he asked.

You parted your lips, scrambling for a way to downplay it, but Yelena was already launching into her favourite pastime—oversharing.

“It’s a spring festival all about welcoming in the new season... new life... fertility and all that.” She wiggled her fingers for emphasis, an impish smirk tugging at her lips.

Steve blinked, his expression shifting into one of wary understanding. “Right…”

The mischief in Yelena’s eyes deepened as she continued.

“The main event is the run. We call it the Springbond Run, but let’s be honest—everyone knows what it’s really about. See, after the Blooded Age, people kind of… forgot how to date. Or just didn’t bother.” She waved a hand as if brushing aside years of devastation. “War, famine, monsters—it put a real damper on romance. And, well, people aren’t exactly repopulating at the rate they should be, so...”

She shot Steve a pointed look. “The elders decided to encourage things.”

Steve still looked uncertain. "And how does it work?”

You exhaled through your nose, adjusting your basket.

“The women carry torches and run through the dark forest,” you explained, keeping your voice even as possible. “The goal is to reach the clearing on the other side and light the bonfire.”

You hesitated, dreading the next part. “The men chase them.”

Steve’s brows lifted. “They chase them?”

You nodded stiffly, but Yelena was the one who answered.

“If you get caught,” she said breezily, “you have to date the guy who caught you for a week. You’re now each other’s Springbond. After that, you decide if you want to keep seeing each other or go your separate ways. Most end up sticking it out. Either for marriage or, at the very least, some fun.”

Your stomach twisted as Bucky’s gaze flickered towards you. He hadn’t spoken yet or reacted outwardly, but you felt the weight of his attention pressing against your skin like an unspoken question.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, clearly processing the information. “And what happens to the women who manage to light the bonfire?”

“Oh, then they get to choose who they spend the week with,” Yelena said. "Which honestly makes the whole thing even more exciting. It’s so dark, you don’t always know who’s chasing you until they’re right on top of you, pinning you to the ground—”

Steve choked on his own breath, shifting awkwardly. You clamped your eyes shut, pressing your fingers to your temples.

“Yelena.”

“What?” she said, all false innocence.

“It’s true. And let’s be real, some people don’t even wait until after the run to start celebrating.” She smirked. “All that adrenaline, all that tension, out there all alone in the woods—”

Steve made another strangled sound, and you wished, for the first time in your life, that you had the power to smite Yelena where she stood.

“And this is normal?” he asked weakly.

You let out a long breath. “Yes. It’s… tradition.”

Yelena’s smirk stretched wider, and a pit of dread opened in your stomach just before she delivered the final blow.

“Oh, she would know,” she said airily. “She’s done it three times.”

Silence.

You felt the shift in the air before you even looked up. Steve was already glancing away politely, but Bucky—Bucky’s gaze was steady, unyielding, waiting. His expression was unreadable, but there was something sharp beneath it, something that made your pulse stutter.

Your mouth went dry. “I—uh—yeah.”

Yelena cackled, delighted. “And she had quite the reputation for it, too. She and Leif turned it into a year-long one-night stand."

Your stomach dropped. Heat flared at your ears, mortification wrapping around your ribs like a vice. Steve coughed into his fist, visibly uncomfortable, but Bucky—Bucky still hadn’t looked away. The weight of his silence pressed against you, heavier than any words could be. He didn’t flinch, didn’t frown, didn’t even raise a damn eyebrow. He just watched as if waiting for you to offer something. An explanation. A reaction.

You swallowed hard.

Yelena, meanwhile, had absolutely no shame.

“Some people take the week actually to get to know each other,” she continued with a smirk. “Others treat it like a festival fling. A week-long one-night stand, if you will.”

She turned to Bucky then, eyes glinting. “You seem like the type who’d do a Mayflame run.”

Bucky finally exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “You get that from watching me pick flowers?”

Yelena leant in. “No, I got it from watching you look at her.”

Your breath hitched.

Bucky didn’t flinch. Didn’t react at all. He just held her gaze for a long moment before standing, dusting the dirt from his hands with deliberate ease.

“We should get these back,” he said.

That was it. No denial.

Your pulse thrummed in your ears as Yelena shot you a triumphant look, nudging your arm with her elbow. You shoved her back harder than necessary, grabbing your basket with too much force.

—

You had braided sweetpeas into your hair, their delicate petals—a cascade of soft pinks, purples, and whites—woven carefully through your strands. The fragrance clung to you, sweet and fleeting, barely noticeable except when the wind stirred just right. You didn’t know why you had done it. Maybe it was a whim, an idle distraction while you got ready for the Mayflame. Maybe it was some quiet hope you refused to name, a foolish sentiment born from the strange afternoon. Or maybe, worse than all of that, it was the loneliness of returning to an empty house.

Leif had left while you were gone. You hadn’t seen him pack or even heard the door shut behind him. Just silence, so much silence. His absence had been waiting for you like a ghost when you stepped inside. No trace of him remained, save for a few scuff marks on the wooden floor and a half-finished bottle of cider in the kitchen. You had stared at it for a long time before scrubbing the house clean in a fit of confused energy as if sweeping away the dust might sweep away the ache in your chest.

Did you even want to run tonight? If it always turned out this way?

Leif had been inevitable—his leaving, even more so. The one before him barely lasted the week. And the first... gods, the first. You didn’t let yourself think about that one.

Yet here you were, standing in the dark forest, a burning torch in your hand.

The other women huddled together, whispering in excited clusters, their laughter soft and secretive beneath the trees. The firelight flickered over their masked faces, catching on the gilded edges and painted symbols of the goddess of spring. Yelena was causing trouble somewhere in the throng, as always, her voice carrying through the dark.

“I swear, I can pick them out. I just need a second,” she was saying.

You sighed, already knowing exactly what she was up to.

“It’s a useless pursuit,” you had reminded her earlier. “They’ll be masked, everyone will. That’s the whole point.”

And yet, she was determined. You caught a glimpse of her through the shifting bodies, her blonde hair twisted into an elaborate crown braid behind her fox mask, taunting the gathered men. They stood on the opposite side of the clearing, a sea of darkened figures illuminated only by flickering torchlight. The line between hunter and hunted might have blurred if not for their masks.

You fiddled with the edges of your own mask, adjusting it once more against your face. Each mask bore the likeness of a creature of the forest—the women had prey animals: deer, rabbits, and foxes. You had chosen a wide-eyed doe, its carved wooden surface smooth against your fingertips. The men, in contrast, wore the guises of predators: wolves, bears, and great hunting birds.

A shiver trailed down your spine as you scanned their ranks, the shadows swallowing their bodies.

This was fate, they said. A tradition older than the Blooded Age. The goddess of spring would take the helm, guiding her children together.

Destiny, not choice.

You weren’t sure you believed in fate anymore.

Still, you craned your neck, searching for Yelena again before the race began. Some women had already lined up at the start, their torches raised, waiting for the signal. You pushed through the crowd, weaving past a group of masked rabbits, your torch casting long, twisting shadows over the forest floor.

Yelena stood at the edge of the men’s group, utterly unbothered, her fox mask tilted slightly as she studied them. The smirk you couldn’t see was undoubtedly plastered across her face.

“Lena,” you called lightly.

She turned towards you, still distracted. “You’d think we’d be able to recognise them even with the masks, right? They should be massive, but it’s so hard to tell in the dark—”

You grabbed her wrist, pulling her away. “Come on.”

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled.

As you turned, your torchlight swept over a lone figure standing at the edge of the men’s group. Half-shrouded in shadow, his wolf mask glinted in the firelight. His posture was relaxed, almost lazy, yet there was an unmistakable intensity in his standing and watching.

You swallowed hard and averted your gaze.

Tugging Yelena along, you stepped towards the start line.

The time was near.

You gathered your skirts with one hand, feeling the rough fabric in your fist. The cool night air licked at your skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Around you, the other women shifted in anticipation, their torches flickering like stars in the dark. Somewhere beyond the trees, the men waited. Watching.

A hush fell over the gathered crowd. Then—

The drum sounded.

The tension snapped, and you ran.

Flames bobbed wildly as the women surged forward, feet pounding against the forest floor. Laughter rang through the night, breathless and high, voices calling to one another before being swallowed by the trees.

Yelena was gone in an instant, lost in the chaos.

You barely had time to register it before you were weaving between trunks, torchlight bouncing wildly in your periphery. Your skirts whipped around your legs, the rough fabric catching on twigs and undergrowth, but you didn’t slow. The forest stretched wide before you, vast and shrouded in shadows.

Adrenaline surged through your veins, heart hammering against your ribs.

It was exhilarating.

You could hear the others somewhere to your left, their laughter spilling through the trees, echoing their footfalls blending with your own. And behind you, somewhere in the dark, the men had begun their pursuit.

The sound of movement grew. Leaves rustled, and twigs snapped.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t dare look back.

Instead, you pushed forward, your torchlight slicing through the thick night. The distant hum of music reached your ears, the festival, just beyond the treeline. You were close. So close.

Then—impact.

A weight slammed into you from the side, knocking the air from your lungs. Your torch flew from your grasp, landing somewhere in the brush, its flame sputtering but not extinguished.

You hit the ground hard, back pressing into the cool earth, the scent of moss and crushed leaves filling your senses. Above you, a broad figure loomed, breathing heavily from the chase.

The dim torchlight barely illuminated him, casting jagged shadows across the carved wolf mask that stared down at you. The smooth, wooden surface gave away nothing—no expression, no hint of who was beneath it.

Your pulse thundered.

Around you, the chase still roared on. Footsteps pounded the earth, laughter echoing as others darted past, unseen but near.

You swallowed hard, your breath coming fast, your chest rising and falling. You had been caught.

But gods, it was thrilling.

The figure above you didn’t move, as if waiting—for what, you weren’t sure. His hands were braced on either side of you, caging you in, his breath still heavy from the chase. Yet he didn’t press his advantage or seize you like the others would have. Instead, he lingered, watching.

Then, in the flickering torchlight, he reached for your hair.

You barely breathed as his fingers tangled into the strands, the movement deliberate, almost reverent. Slowly, he plucked one of the deep violet sweetpeas from your braid, twirling it between his fingers before your masked face. The petals fluttered slightly with the motion, fragile between the ridges of his calloused fingertips.

A beat of silence stretched between you. Then, finally, his voice, low, deep, rough with exertion.

“Hey, sweetpea.”

The nickname sent a shock through you, something warm curling in your chest even as your breath hitched. Recognition dawned, sharp and sudden.

“Bucky?” You murmured, stunned.

Even if surprise coursed through you, it made sense. The sheer size of the body hovering above yours, the weight of him pressing into the earth, the controlled stillness…it was him. A reversed echo of your earlier position that day.

“How did you—”

“Your hair,” he interrupted, his voice quieter now, rougher. “You put flowers in your hair. I recognised it.”

He reached up, fingers catching the edge of his mask, and in a smooth motion, he pulled it free. The last flickers of the torch beside you cast just enough light to reveal the sweat beading on his brow, the shadows cutting across his sharp features—and the unmistakable, almost feral gleam in his eye.

Something deep inside you clenched at the sight.

You exhaled a breathless laugh, your hands instinctively sliding up his broad shoulders, fingers curling around the back of his neck. Beneath your palms, his skin was hot, his pulse hammering. “I didn’t think you were running.”

“I wasn’t going to.” He hesitated, head tilting slightly as footsteps dashed past, followed by an excited shriek from one of the other women. The sound faded into the trees, leaving you in perfect darkness, only the two of you remaining in the silence. “But—”

He trailed off, his voice thick with something unspoken. His weight above you was solid, immovable, and gods, you liked it.

“Do you want this?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Instead of answering, you twisted your arm, pulling your mask off. You weren’t sure he could see the grin curling your lips in the dark, so you let your actions speak for you. Tugging him closer, your chests collided, heat blooming between you.

“Yes,” you breathed.

And then his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss was molten, searing through your veins like wildfire. He wasn’t hesitant, wasn’t uncertain—he kissed you like he had been holding himself back for far too long, like the chase had only wound him tighter, and now he was unravelling against you.

You gasped into his mouth as he shifted, his weight pressing down on you, one hand sliding to your waist, fingers digging in, anchoring you to him. His other hand tangled in your hair, gripping just enough to make your head tilt back, giving him full access. He took it eagerly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a slow, devastating stroke.

Heat pooled in your stomach, your legs shifting beneath him, but then—

With shocking ease, he moved.

For a brief second, you were weightless, a startled sound escaping your lips as he lifted you effortlessly from the ground. You barely had time to react before your back hit rough bark, the solid tree trunk now bracing you. His hands were firm as they guided your legs around his waist, pinning you in place. You could already feel his cock growing hard, pressed into one of your thighs as you squirmed beneath him.

A shudder wracked through you at his sheer strength, the way he handled you like you weighed nothing. The last remnants of your composure shattered when his lips found your throat, the scrape of his teeth ghosting over sensitive skin. You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders, the sensation overwhelming and utterly intoxicating.

"You run fast, angel," he murmured against your skin, his voice dark and teasing. His lips trailed lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. "But not fast enough."

A breathless laugh escaped you, your fingers threading into his hair, pulling just enough to make him look at you. In the darkness, his blue eyes burned.

“I didn’t want to get away.”

Bucky’s breath hitched, and he just looked at you for a moment. Then, his grip on your waist loosened, fingers slipping beneath your skirts. He let out a deep groan as his digits navigated past your underwear, sweeping through the wetness already gathered. “You’re so wet already.”

You threw your head back at the small act of friction, your skull pressing hard into the rough bark as your chest heaved. He did one final pass, stroking through your folds. In the close distance between your faces, you could see a smirk lingering as your hips rocked involuntarily, begging for more.

Bucky brought his fingers to his lips, his gaze never leaving yours as he pressed them flat against his tongue, dragging them slowly past his lips. His eyelids fluttered briefly, his breath coming heavier as he tasted you, a low, guttural sound rumbling in his chest. “Mmm.”

Heat coiled in your stomach at the sound, something deep and electric winding tight inside you.

“Bucky—” The whine clawed unexpectedly from your throat, raw with desperation.

He smirked, his expression both teasing and dark, his hand slipping between your bodies.

“I know, sweetpea,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers fumbled blindly with his belt, metal clinking softly in the hush of the forest. You could feel his hunger in the way his body pressed against yours, restless, taut with restraint he was barely clinging to.

You rolled your hips against his hand, a breathless sigh spilling from your lips as friction sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs. He inhaled sharply, his head tilting slightly as if savouring the way you reacted to him.

“Tell me,” he coaxed, his voice lower now, almost commanding.

Your fingers curled against his shoulders, nails digging in. Your head tipped back against the tree's rough bark, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your lips parted around the words.

“I need you,” you whispered. “Now.”

Something snapped in his expression.

Bucky didn’t hesitate.

A sharp gasp tore from your throat as his fingers hooked into the delicate fabric of your underwear. His patience was fraying. No careful undressing, no gentle peeling away. His grip was rough and decisive, a growl slipping from his throat as he gave one sharp tug. The fabric tore effortlessly beneath his fast fingers, the sound lost beneath the hammering of your pulse in your ears. He didn’t even bother pulling them down—too impatient, too consumed by need.

You could practically feel your wetness dripping down to your thighs as he blindly lined himself up, cock pushing into your needy heat. Your head dipped, your mouth finding the top of his shoulder as you bit down lightly with a soft cry. The world beyond this moment—the festival, the music, the laughter—blurred into nothingness. The only thing that existed was the feverish press of his body, the way his fingers dug into your skin, anchoring you to him as if he never wanted to let go.

“Fuck.” He hummed low in your ear. His voice strained as he slowly rocked in and out of you. You could tell he was restraining himself, his muscles taut along his back. You hooked your legs around his waist tighter, pulling your bodies flush.

Bucky tilted his head, his lips ghosting over your jaw before finally finding your mouth, desperate and all-consuming. His pace faltered for a moment, a quiet groan slipping from his throat as you tightened around him.

“Gods, you’re so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ perfect—” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. Your breath was hot against his neck and ear as you whispered. “Then don’t stop.”

Any type of restraint the hero had been holding snapped, his hips immediately jerking into action, beginning a relentless pace, withdrawing from you only to slam back inside. Each thrust sent sparks through your body, pleasure coiling tighter, overwhelming in its intensity. One of his hands roamed, sliding down your thigh to where you connected.

You let out a gasping moan into his shoulder as his thumb found your clit, the added circling motion sending a spike of pleasure up your spine. You felt your cunt tighten around him again as you jolted from the sensation, back arching inward.

“Bucky—” You groaned into his ear, head tilting as you laid hot, sloppy kisses that were all lips and tongue along his neck. You could taste salt on his skin, sweat beginning to mist both of you. The squelching and slapping sounds of your connected bodies echoed through the dark forest, the both of you barely holding back the pleasured moans and gasps.

“You gonna cum for me, angel?” Bucky growled against your throat. Your toes curled in delight. His strokes were already growing frantic and sloppy. You pushed yourself back against the trunk, chest heaving as you used your grip around his waist to grind yourself upon his thumb further. A coiling sensation grew in your gut, a knot beginning to tighten. You closed your eyes with a gasp, chasing the sensation.

“Y-Yes.” You stammered through your pants, nails digging into his shoulders as your body began to shudder around him. Bucky let out a dark chuckle, straining through his grit teeth as he continued to plough into you. His thumb circled once more, gentle but practiced. You felt your back arch involuntarily—

You moan his name as every wave of pleasure washes over you. Your hips buck and your thighs shake, but he doesn’t let up. His cock strokes inside of you at a continued relentless pace, and he moans right along with you. Bucky’s hand began to roam along your legs, gripping your flesh tighter as he chased his own release. There would be finger-shaped bruises all over your hips and thighs by the time this was over.

You’re panting above him. Eyes closed, the grip on his shoulders slackening as ropes of thick, hot cum fill you. His cock throbs, each pump releasing even more, only stopping as his hips stutter and his heated moans in your ear fade.

The two of you panted in the aftermath. Bodies still pressed together as the sounds of the forest slowly filtered back into your ears—the distant thrum of festival music, the rustling leaves overhead, the occasional laughter of those still running through the trees. Your heart hammered against your ribs.

Bucky shifted first, pressing a lingering kiss to the base of your throat, his lips warm and soft against your sweat-dampened skin. His breath fanned over your collarbone as he slowly and carefully lowered you to your feet. Your knees nearly buckled when they touched the earth, your legs trembling with exhaustion. A startled gasp left you as you clung to him for support, fingers curling into his shirt.

“Easy, sweetpea,” he murmured, a quiet chuckle rumbling in his chest as he steadied you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist. His touch was grounding and reassuring, though the heat in his gaze told you he wasn’t entirely done with you yet.

You huffed a breathless laugh, tilting your head to look at him.

“You know we have to go to the dance now, right?” Though amusement laced your tone, you could already picture the knowing smirks Yelena and the others would shoot you when you finally emerged.

Bucky smirked, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Even better,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “All I’ll be able to think about is those little noises you make... and that mess between your legs.”

Your breath hitched, a shiver rolling down your spine despite the lingering warmth in your limbs. You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your belly once more at the thought of his hands on you again, the way he had unravelled you so easily.

He tilted your chin up with a single finger, pressing a teasing kiss to your lips before stepping back slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Come on, sweetpea,” he murmured, his eyes flickering with mischief as he laced his fingers with yours. “Let’s go dance.”

—

By the time you and Bucky arrived, the festival was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats, spiced cider, and the smoky tang of bonfires. Laughter and music filled the clearing, the rhythmic beat of drums and the sweet hum of strings carrying through the night. Couples swayed to the music, feet shuffling against the packed earth as villagers danced in loose circles, the warmth of drink and celebration evident in every movement.

You barely had time to take it all in before a chorus of knowing smirks and raised brows greeted your arrival. Yelena, seated at a long wooden table with a tankard of something strong in hand, nearly choked on her drink when she spotted you—your slightly dishevelled hair, the flush still clinging to your skin, and Bucky’s possessive grip on your waist.

“About time,” she called with a grin, eyes flicking between the two of you. “Did you get lost?”

Bucky, unbothered, merely smirked and tugged you towards the dancing. “Something like that.”

You shot her a look, but it was impossible to ignore the amused glances and hushed whispers behind you. You tried not to think about the wet mess—a combination of both your fluids nesting between your thighs. Bucky had offered you a handkerchief to clean up, but the small square of fabric had done little against the wetness dripping down your thigh. What didn’t help was the thought of that handkerchief he casually tucked back into his pocket before you could protest. Your lips parted, ready with some half-hearted excuse, but Bucky spun you into his arms before you could respond.

The moment he pulled you into the dance, the rest of the festival seemed to fade into the background. His hands found your waist, guiding you through the steps with ease, music thrumming beneath your skin. Everything was intoxicating, with the warmth of his palm against the small of your back and the gentle pressure of his fingers as he led you.

His lips dipped close to your ear as you moved, swaying to the rhythm. “So, who is this Leif guy?”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but then sighed, your fingers tightening slightly against his shoulder. “Oh—just… my last Springbond.”

The words felt foreign on your tongue now, distant. “It didn’t really work out in the end.”

Bucky hummed, his thumb brushing slow, lazy circles over your hip. “Why not? Sounded like you lasted longer than a week.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, tilting your head back slightly to meet his gaze.

“Well… we just had different paths. He wanted to explore, adventure, sleep around…” You trailed off, gaze flickering to the firelight dancing in his blue eyes. “I was looking to settle. I’m just tired after everything. I feel you would understand that.”

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, his gaze dark and steady as he murmured, “I understand you completely, angel.”

Something in the way he said it made your chest ache, warmth curling in your stomach in a way that had nothing to do with the fire or the wine or the exhilaration of the chase. He understood.

You held his gaze, the firelight dancing over his face. There was something ancient in his eyes, something heavy, worn by time and battle. You had known, of course, what he and Steve were before they arrived in New Fernwick—everyone did.

And yet, when the war ended, when the Riftborn were vanquished and peace finally settled over the world, they had simply walked away. But peace was a fickle thing, and you often wondered if it had truly found them in return.

Bucky’s fingers flexed against your waist, grounding you back in the present.

“You ever think about it?” you asked softly.

He tilted his head slightly, the movement curious. “Think about what?”

You hesitated for only a moment before speaking. “The way things used to be. Before.”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t look away.

“Sometimes.” His voice was quieter now, thoughtful. “I don’t miss it. But it’s hard to let go of something that shaped you.”

You nodded, understanding. The past had a way of clinging to people, no matter how far they ran.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

“Steve took to peace like it was always meant for him. I think he’s been waiting for it his whole life. Me…” He trailed off, his lips pressing into a faint line. “I think I’m still figuring it out.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. He deserved peace just as much as anyone else.

As the music slowed, your hands slid from his shoulders, fingers tracing the length of his arms before settling over his. His grip tightened instinctively like he knew what you were about to say.

“Come home with me.” The words were quiet, tentative, but certain.

Bucky stilled for half a beat, and then his lips parted, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No doubt. Just certainty, as if he had been waiting for you to ask.

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The door creaked softly as you pushed it open, stepping inside with Bucky close behind you. You moved awkwardly through the space, glancing at the walls, the furniture, anything but him, as though it could distract from the knot forming in your stomach. The house felt both too small and too big now, the empty rooms amplifying the tension in the air.

Bucky stepped in after you, his boots echoing softly on the wooden floor as he glanced around. His gaze lingered on the fire's warm glow in the hearth, he seemed at ease. His eyes scanned every corner of the space, taking in the simple comforts of home. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

You shifted nervously, breaking the silence with an anxious laugh. “You don’t actually have to do the full week if you don’t want to... I mean, most people just use it as an excuse to get off work—” Your words stumbled out, and you cut yourself off, realising how ridiculous you probably sounded.

Bucky turned toward you, his eyes dark with amusement but softened with something else, a quiet intensity. He was silent for a long moment, focusing entirely on you. Finally, his lips quirked up, and his voice was low and deliberate.

“Sweetpea, I love the sound of your beautiful voice, but just shut up... and kiss me.”

Before you could respond, his hands were already pulling you close, his mouth slanting over yours in a searing kiss that left no room for hesitation. You melted against him, your body pressing into his with a soft urgency, both of you stumbling as you navigated the space towards the bed. His grip on you was firm and reassuring, yet there was a rawness to it, an unspoken need that made your heart race faster.

You fumbled through the room together, bumping into furniture. Your hands sought purchase on his broad chest or tangled in his hair as you kissed desperately, blindly. The dim light from the hearth barely illuminated the path ahead. His lips were warm and hungry, pulling at yours with an intensity that made your pulse spike.

There was a quiet reassurance in how his hands roamed over your body, the steady pressure of his touch as though he wanted to anchor you in the here and now. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t treating this like a fleeting moment. You laughed softly against his lips as you stumbled into the bed, falling together in a tangled heap of limbs and tangled sheets. For a moment, all that mattered was the warmth of his skin against yours, the unspoken understanding that this was something different, something real.

Something that could last.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 9 months ago

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Where Do We Go From Here - Part 2

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2721

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

Read Part 1 here

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“I love you, Mr. Rhodes.”

“I love you more, Mrs. Rhodes.”

Content.

That was a primary feeling among others, contentment and giddiness. It was the happiest day of your life. You had married your love, James Rhodes. The ceremony was everything you had wished for and more, all of your friends and family watched happily as you exchanged vows and rings, grinning ear to ear as you were declared man and wife.

The day you met him, or rather evening at Tony Stark’s party, hadn’t been the most perfect. Hell, you were too wasted to even remember but Rhodey had dropped you home - more like carried you, tucked you in bed, and left some Advil along with a note like a gentleman, a tiny smiley face with his number that had you giggling like a teenager. And that was the beginning of your relationship.

And exactly six months later you were dancing to your favorite song with your new husband who had a firm arm around your back, the other holding your hand while you lay your cheek against his chest, loving every minute of the moment. The song ended and you broke apart, reluctantly letting him go, you pecked him on his lips a couple times before excusing yourself to use the ladies room.

The door seemed to be locked so you gave a soft knock, frowning when you heard muffled voices of what sounded like two people arguing. Twisting the knob, you entered anyway because you couldn’t wait and stumbled on Tony and Pepper. They had been squabbling.

“I’m really sorry guys, I–I couldn’t wait.” you hurried into a stall, gathering your wedding gown as best as you could. You heard Pepper storm off, the clicking of her heels wasn’t exactly silent, before Tony’s footsteps receded soon after. As you headed out, Tony had been leaning against the opposite wall, looking tired and mildly irritated.

“All okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned for two of your closest friends. He waved his hand in dismissal and shrugged, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“Was that payback for me accidentally walking in on you in your bridal gown?” Tony jested, making you giggle as well as recalled the moment that happened just a few hours ago. Someone incorrectly told Tony about Rhodey’s room and he had barged in on you with two of your bridesmaids after you had just put on your wedding dress. He could’ve sworn his heart had stopped at that moment. You were stunning, so beautiful he actually struggled to form words. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Tony had left, not before giving you a once over, the image of you had been stuck in his mind for posterity. He couldn’t help but feel how lucky his best friend was.

“Oh God no! That was um, I just really had to go. I didn’t know you guys would be in there, arguing.” you blinked, shuffling from one foot to the other.

“While women’s bathrooms are at the top of my list for quarreling, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Tony had a knack for making a joke out of serious situations, you knew that, you wondered if that was one of the reasons for him and Pepper arguing. Pepper, as far as you knew, was a no-nonsense person. As the two of you walked back towards the hall, you saw your new husband deep in conversation with her. Thinking nothing of it, you turned to Tony.

“I should probably–”

“Good luck with–”

You spoke at the same time, chuckling as Tony scratched the back of his neck, looking back up at you with a sincere smile on his face.

“Good luck with your marriage, Y/N. I hope you two are happy, and not just for the pictures.”

The sun had risen a few hours ago, heavy curtains blocked most of the light where you lay in the guest bed, working up the courage to face the day. Pepper’s funeral had been another painful reminder of your new reality. People kept offering their condolences to Tony who had his stoic facade on, occasionally looking out for you to check if you were still around. You had made it a point to be there for him, he wasn’t exactly volatile but the man needed you to ground him, probably more than you needed him. Or maybe it was the same. Who knew?

All you knew was if there was anybody in the world who could get what you were going through, it was Tony. And it was the same for him. It was the strangest and the most tragic connection you two had now.

You stood outside your house and stared at it, a house that held so many memories, happy memories with you and James. It was now just walls and bricks. Tony had been reluctant to leave you alone but after much assurance, he dropped you here and left for work.

You went on a cleaning spree once you stepped in, the kitchen had been dirty, your bed was unkempt. Blasting on some loud music that you knew James would’ve hated if he were alive, you cleaned the house. And you actually felt better once you were finished. It was exhausting but therapeutic. Your mood had been lifted enough for you to make a batch of mini blueberry pies to take back to Tony’s. The only thing that you dreaded was opening the closet, conflicted between never wanting to find out what he had been hiding in there and wanting to know everything and be done with it.

He was smiling. Not believing this was his reality now, everything was perfect, everything felt right. The way it was supposed to be. A comfortable peace settled in his chest as he watched you from afar, laughing with your friend, Pepper as you cooked. A glass of wine in one hand while you stirred a pot with the other, lips curved into the most gorgeous smiles that always set his heart racing, Tony could feel the love radiating off of him.

Catching his eye, you winked, causing him to chuckle before making your way over, your beautiful face forming a frown as you saw the cup of coffee in his hand.

“Coffee? Really, Tony?” you placed your hands on your hips, giving him a stern look.

“And then you wonder why you can’t sleep at night.”

“I mean, I plan on keeping you awake with me…” he trailed off, smirking as he pulled you close by your waist.

“Oh? I didn’t know we had those kinda plans tonight, Mr. Stark.” your fingers had found their way into his hair while he placed soft kisses along your neck, feeling your body mold perfectly against him.

“Now you’ve got your reminder, haven’t you Mrs. Sta–”

Tony jolted awake, the sound of the buzzer outside broke the little dream into a sad reality. Once again, he had fallen asleep on the couch. A habit that Pepper hated, one that had led to several arguments in the past. The small screen by the door revealed your face, Tony’s previous dream flooding his mind once more, making him shake his head as if it could be brushed off.

“Hey!” you gave Tony a small smile, stepping inside the house and immediately noticing the blanket on his couch.

“Were you asleep? Shit! I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged and waved it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, narrowing his eyes as he noticed something on the blouse you wore.

“I cleaned the house, it felt great! Which I don’t think I’ve said in what feels like forever. I also made those mini blueberry pies you like. Here.” you handed them to him, watching his face light up genuinely after weeks. It made all of the efforts worth it.

“You ate some too, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

Tony chuckled and reached out to pick up a tiny piece of fruit from your collar, his fingers linger over your skin. Looking down, you noticed the purple-red stain in a couple other spots too, mentally cursing yourself for being so sloppy.

“The stain is gonna set..” you murmured, trying to rub it off with your nails and failing.

“Um, you could wear one of my t-shirts, if you want. I’ll get one for you.” Tony suggested, promptly heading upstairs when you nodded in agreement.

Deciding on taking a shower while you were at it, you turned on the faucet and let the hot water cascade down your body, your weary muscles relaxing under it. Your mind went about this arrangement you had come to, you were living with your best friend’s husband for weeks now, sleeping in the guest bed, dealing with the deaths of your significant others who happened to be in an affair. It was all the makings of a drama movie.

Tony had been your support system, a shoulder to cry on and quite frankly the only person you could tolerate. He didn’t look at you with sympathy, nor did he offer unsolicited advice, he was just there, to hold your hand when you needed, to wipe your tears when you had bouts of anxiety and broke down, Tony was there and that was enough.

Slipping on his t-shirt felt oddly comforting, it smelt of something that was distinctly Tony Stark - a mix of coffee, cigarettes and cologne. Heading downstairs, you noticed him nursing a cup of coffee in his hands as he sat on the kitchen counter.

“Coffee? Seriously? It’s time for dinner, Tony Stark.” you shook your head, your voice breaking him out of his reverie.

His heart definitely skipped a beat. You sounded eerily similar to the dream he just had, two, you wore his clothes which made something bloom in his chest, something that was probably inappropriate. He found his restraint slipping by the minute.

Raising his hands in defeat, he placed the mug away and held out a bottle of wine for you.

“I had this one saved, I know it’s your favorite. What do you say?”

You could use a drink, you thought. Or ten. And the fact that he had your favorite bottle saved made you smile at his thoughtfulness. You had dinner in silence, a comfortable one though before Tony dug into one of the small pies you had made.

“I swear to God, I would’ve married you just for these.” he realized what he’d said the next second, quickly apologizing and cursing himself under his breath.

“I found Pepper’s clothes on his closet, Tony.”

You didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to cause him more pain but it slipped out.

“I burned them.” you added quickly, watching him give you a small nod, as if to say it was the right thing to do.

“Fuck them.” you whispered.

“Yeah, fuck them.” Tony agreed, clearing out your plates. You watched him clean them, noticing he wasn’t wearing his wedding band anymore.

“Are we bad people, Tony?” you asked a few breaths later, staring out the window with your wine glass. Tony sighed, making his way over next to you, shoulders almost brushing.

“You know we’re not, Y/N. We deserve much better than we’ve had. Cheating is a choice, a choice they both made and broke vows. It doesn’t reflect our character, it reflects theirs.”

He was right. Somehow he always said the right things.

“Did you read this in a bad self-help book somewhere?” you jested, angling your body towards him after hearing him chuckle.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got about nine hundred quotes just ready to roll out whenever.”

You felt yourself laugh, a version of yourself that was earlier buried so deep down, you thought she’d never come out. Tony placed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he stepped closer.

You swore your heart was beating loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes glancing down at his lips. Now just inches away, you placed your hands on top of his and took in a deep breath.

“We can’t, Tony.”

“Why not?” he hadn’t moved away, he touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, his breath mingling with yours.

“We’re not those bad people, remember?” you breathed, not really wanting him to go away but you had to do the right thing. You didn’t want him or you to regret what would happen in the spur of the moment. He kissed you on your forehead, his soft lips still lingering against your skin as he spoke.

“We are people who repressed our feelings for far too long though. I know I am.” he murmured, leaving you confused.

What did he mean? Repressed feelings?

Opening your eyes, you found his brown orbs imploring yours, saying everything that was left unsaid between you over the years. Cupping his face, he leaned into your touch instinctively, still not moving from his place.

“I’ve had feelings for you way before any of this happened, Y/N. I thought you knew.” he whispered.

You did. You just never found the courage to confront him about it or even act on your own. You were married to his best friend, for God’s sake. And now…

“Would you regret this if I told you how much I’ve wanted you, Y/N?”

Tony had been holding himself back for a long time, he couldn’t any more. He would stop if you told him to, no questions asked, but something inside him said you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Answer me, Y/N. Would you regret it?”

Tears filled in your eyes and spilled over, down your cheeks where they met Tony’s gentle fingers that wiped them off. You were waiting for the voice inside your head to tell you this would be a mistake. That voice never spoke up.

“No.”

That simple word was a sentence in itself. It was all Tony needed to hear before closing the distance. He kissed you softly at first, melding his lips against yours as he pulled you against his chest. Kissing him was like coming home after a long, tiring day. It was new and yet familiar, like you were doing something right for once. He coaxed your mouth open to deepen the kiss, a mix of blueberries and wine that felt so right to him too.

Everything else felt like a beautiful blur to you. He carried you up the stairs, never breaking the kiss, laid you on the mattress, peeling his t-shirt off your body and admired your flushed skin. Nudging you with his nose, your eyes fluttered open to reflect zero traces of regret, giving him a signal to go ahead. You could think about the million other things running through your mind later, right now all that mattered was you and Tony.

His clothed shaft made its presence known as his hips drove forward, his head now dipped low between your breasts as he caressed your body. A needy moan left your lips as he peeled your shorts off, fingers teasing your moist entrance.

You undressed him quickly, wanting and needing him to make you feel good. Caging you with his arms on either side of your head, Tony pushed inside your heat, welcoming the warmth that enveloped his cock so well. His name fell from your lips in a soft sigh, urging him closer as you wrapped your legs around him.

Everything fell into oblivion as Tony fucked you, drove you to a point of ecstacy and held you as you fell apart. Kissed you like there was no tomorrow and yet all of his kisses felt like promises, promises of a better tomorrow. A future that would be better than your past, and your present.

#tony stark x reader #james rhodes x reader #tony stark angst #tony stark smut #fandom free bingo #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark x pepper potts #tony stark fic #tony stark imagine #tony stark #james rhodes #pepper potts #the stark squad #marvel fanfiction #mostly marvel musings #tony stark fluff

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iloveslasher · 1 year ago

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Attention

Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

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abbatoirablaze · 11 months ago

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Deal With The Devil Master List

This story is completed. ✔️

The five boroughs in New York City are run by the five families.

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, and the most dangerous of all, Steve Rogers.

But that's just where the story begins.

With Steve Rogers. The loud-mouthed kid who's charming, witty, and beyond manipulative.

He knows just how to get what he wants. And after hearing about the newest reason that the boroughs are up in arms, he wants his cut.

Inez Stark.

No one knew that Tony had a younger sister, That is, not until someone from his inner circle let it slip.

Peter's out, because he's Pepper's cousin.

And with Steve, Thor, and Clint all vying for the chance to get into the alliance between Peter and Tony, they all want her hand in marriage.

Only, Tony knows that.

He also knows that he can't protect his baby sister anymore. He has to make a deal with the devil.

Too bad Steve's number 2, Bucky Barnes fell in love with her first.

Chapters

The Hobbit

Negotiations

Expectations

Fiances

The Bachelor Party

Like A Dog

What Family Is For

Know Your Place

Blindfolded

Cuck

The Meaning Behind 'I Do'

Sex On The Beach, And Blitzed On A Binge

Say You Will

Please Stay

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popcorn-plots · 1 year ago

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Tony: h o l y shit, that's hot-- Pepper: Tony! Tony: ....not the time? Pepper: [looks up] Definitely not!

Pepper: [grins] although I do enjoy the sentiment.

#tony stark #iron man #pepper potts #tony stark x pepper potts #ironman suit #ironman 3 #flirting #i may or may not be planning a pepperony smut fic with a strap on #but no one told you #this is what tony was thinking the entire time #this is exactly what happened #canon event

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buckybarnesthings · 1 year ago

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Meet the characters and their aesthetic in The Grey Witch (ordered from left, right, left right. Aspyn Davis, Bucky Barnes, Aspyn x Bucky, Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony/Stark family, Thor and Loki)

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Be Mine ~Pepper Stark Nee Potts xFem Babysitter!reader

Babysitter!reader for Morgan Stark after Tony’s death; a sex starved Pepper and Reader end up fucking while Morgan’s asleep.

Mommy…Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, face sitting, smutty smut smut, etc…

Enjoy (;

You were the babysitter for the one and only Morgan Stark.

A few months after Tony’s death when things had started to come back to a rhythm, Pepper had realized that she needed someone to watch Morgan on days where she worked late. (because as kind hearted Happy was, she just needed a second reassurance).

Pepper had found you on a babysitting website. You were in school, in your twenties, looking for a side hustle in babysitting.

Sh had set up a time for you and Morgan to meet, and you two had immediately clicked. And it just went off from there.

You would pick Morgan up from school and spend the weeknights with her until Pepper came home from her job.

It was really a lovely gig. You didn’t do it for the money anymore; you did it because you cared about Morgan and Pepper.

Tonight, Pepper had gone to a gala. It ended up going longer than anyone could have anticipated. You had put Morgan to bed and were desperately trying to stay awake on the couch.

Around 1am, you heard the click of the door. Your head shot up from its half asleep position.

“Ms. Potts! How was your evening?” You asked with a slight yawn.

But you couldn’t even register her words… All you saw was her body. What she was wearing. The way the dress clung to her curves deliciously…

“Love? How did Morgan go down?” Pepper interrupted your intrusive thoughts and staring.

You blushed and sheepishly replied, “Really well. Right at 8, Ms. Potts.”

Pepper scoffed at your formality, “Please Dear, call me Pepper.” She exclaimed as she joined you on the couch with a sigh.

You both sat in silence.

“Long night?” You spoke out.

Pepper sighed again, “Yea. Sorry for making you stay here so late…”

“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I like being here.” You hummed in response.

You looked up at Pepper who was meeting your gaze.

“Ok well, I guess I better go.” You declared, getting up and walking past Pepper.

But before you could get far, Pepper grabbed your wrist.

“What If… you didn’t leave?” She whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Pepper tugged you closer to her, but you tripped and ended up falling on top of her.

“Shit! Im so sorry…” you immediately apologized.

But all you were met with was a pair of dark, lustful eyes and a smirk on Peppers face.

“I don’t know… I’m ok with this, if you are…” she whispered, grazing her lips against yours.

“Yes…” you immediately murmured, and Pepper immediately closed the gap smashing her lips against yours.

You both moaned into the heated kiss, your hips bucking into Pepper’s lap needily.

Pepper met your bucking with hip thrusts of her own, eliciting more whispers and moans from the both of you.

“Shit, Morgan.” Pepper exclaimed in a hushed tone, “We need to be quiet.”

You nodded eagerly, already getting down to the ground and on your knees.

Pepper muffled a moan at the sight of you and your actions.

You made away with her dress swiftly and spread her legs out for your access.

It was your turn to stifle a moan at how soaked Pepper’s underwear was…

You ripped it off, getting impatient, and immediately attached your tongue to her clit.

Pepper had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure.

It had been ages since she’d felt so good…

You greedily lapped through her folds, not holding back.

Pepper met your tongue fucking with her hips bucking up to meet your tongue.

In a matter of minutes, you could feel her walls fluttering in desperation.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum…!” Pepper cried through her hand muffling her voice, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

At this, you added your thumb to her clit and continued to ravage her pussy.

Pepper did her best to muffle her screams as her orgasmic high crashed through her entire body.

You felt her walls clenched around your tongue desperately, and you lapped up all her juices happily.

By the time you had helped Pepper down from her high, her breathing was erratic and her legs were shaky.

You climbed back into her lap and connected your lips to hers once again.

She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

Pepper than shifted so that she was leaning flat on couch and you were on top of her still connected to her lips.

“Sit on my face?” She breathlessly asked.

Your breath fled you at her words. You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“yes please…” you moaned in a hush tone.

You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, taking your short and underwear off. Pepper was drooling at the sight.

You then carefully swung one leg on the other side of Peppers face, so that you were straddling her.

Before you could do anything else, Pepper was already pulling your body down toward her tongue, which started to graze your soaked folds.

You spasmed from the first lap through your cunt, crying out in pleasure.

“Shhh, love. Try and be quiet for me?” Pepper cooed in between tonguing the entrance to your aching pussy.

You nodded bashfully and needily, bucking your hips into her face instinctually craving more.

“More…” you whimpered.

Pepper smirked and then dove into your throbbing cunt with her tongue.

You rode Peppers face desperately, whimpering and mewling her name and a string of obscenities.

Your hips jerked to meet the pace Pepper was tongue fucking your Tight hole.

“Shit! Im… Im—” You whimpered, losing your coherence.

“Cum for me, love…” Pegger panted in between lapping through your folds.

You followed her words like they were command, and came, riding through your high on her face.

Riding out your high, you collapsed on Pepper completely out of breath with a grin on your face.

Pepper chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” she panted.

You blushed at her confession, “Me too…”

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stonemags · 2 years ago

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.4 Leeway

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: As a good friend you are responsible for people closest to you, right? But can you handle it all at once? For now, your friends are a priority.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, aggression, cheating, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6556

A/N: This chapter took a while and im greatfull for all your patience. This story is a proces and i go through it while writing, it growns on me with every sentance and page. Im happy i can share it with you. All ideas, theories, comments are welcome. Dont steal or claim my stuff as yours or im going to bite your ass off. Enjoy!

As always thanks to @charturnus for editing, helping to write and posting this fic. It wouldn't be here without you.

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CHAPTER 4

The next morning. You find Darcy occupied with her phone, laughing at something and scrolling down TikTok. You can tell which side of the platform she is on, and you smile under your breath, hearing the “woooo I’m mentally ill” sound, that both of you love. You gather yourself and enter the living room. You feel guilty, it wasn't right for you to speak to her this way, or say those things. Your opinions should never get between you and your friends, no matter what they do. God, you would help them bury a body without a question, why would you be a bitch about the way they decide to go in their life. That's not your place to say so, and you see it now, after a mostly sleepless night. You need to set things right, you need to apologize. You need to-

“Is this one of your ADHD things, when you just stand in the middle of the room and have a full-on conversation with yourself?” Darcy's voice breaks you out of your reverie, and you look at her with shocked eyes. You get lost sometimes. I guess it was one of those moments.

“Yeah… I haven't taken my meds yet. Sorry about that.” You hang your head down and move closer to the couch that is occupied by Darcy and at least 5 blankets. Why would anybody need 5 blankets on one couch? It's not even that cold. Yes, it's November, but still, it's pretty warm for this time of the year.

“You are doing it again.” This time she touches your shoulder to bring you out and ground you, in reality a little bit more.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It's okay, what's bothering you?” She knows what, of course, she knows. The whole argument happened not more than 7 hours ago. God, you don't deserve her.

“Darcy…. About yesterday…” You start fidgeting with your hands. Clearly uncomfortable, you are being eaten up from the inside by guilt. The fuzzy blanket that you are sitting on provides comfort with its texture.

“About yesterday… I…”

“I know.” And you know she does, but she needs to hear it. You turn to the side to look at her, taking her hand into yours. You two were never touchy with each other. This is the kind of friendship where you would rather die than hug your friend, but you still would die for her in seconds. The older you two got, the closer you were, and the relationship between you two is far more mature now, you both are.

“Still, even if you do, it wasn't acceptable for me to say those things. I don't have the knowledge of how it looks from your side. I have my own issues, I shouldn’t put that on you or attack you because of them. It wasn't right, and it won't happen again. I'm not going to judge any of you and if I'm going to be confused about anything I'm just going to ask. I was ignorant, angry, tired and rude. Nothing excuses my behaviour. I'm sorry Darcy.”

She shifts her position and gets really close to you. You feel her arms around your neck and her face hidden in the crook of your neck. She feels warm, like home or fireplace, like the fuzzy blanket under your palm providing you with comfort. It takes you a second, but you practically scoop her up in your arms, hiding her even more in your chest. You stay like that for a little while and once you start pulling away you feel her grabbing you tighter. You don't let go.

“I'm sorry too.” You want to interrupt her, tell her that there is nothing to apologize for, that you were in the wrong, but she speaks again.

“I said some shitty stuff yesterday. I don't want to talk to you that way. Even if I was a little bit right.” you both laugh at it, and the world gets a little lighter. The heavy feeling on your shoulders, it's always there, it always lingers, but now you don't carry it by yourself. When you finally pull apart, both of your eyes are a little bit glassy, you both notice it, but nobody will say anything.

“You need to repay me, though. For the things you said.” Of course. You know that she is just using the situation and that you are actually forgiven, but you play the game either way.

“You have one wish. Shoot.”

“And no saying no?”

“No saying no.”

“I'm going to set you up on a date. And before you interrupt me…” You were actually going to interrupt her.

“You have to be there for at least 30 minutes, and then I'm not going to set you up with anyone ever again.”

“Deal.” She looks at you like you’re dumb. This kind of look that tells you she is not done. You take a dramatic breath in.

“What else…?” She smiles and as much as you will never admit it, you want her happy.

“Today Carol is having a small party with clients, friends, and business partners. It’s Bridgerton themed. You are going to be there, and you are going to like it. And no, you don't have to be there from the start, I know how you feel about all these business conversations. The party starts around 6pm and is going to last till 11pm at least. After that it's just going to be us, Maria, Kate, Pepper, Carol, Natasha and Wanda.” Hearing the last two names pulls a reaction from you. It’s one of the most dramatic eye rolls you've ever done. Darcy is laughing at you at this point, and you can't help but join her. You are not happy about any of that, but at the same time, you owe it to her.

“Yes ma’am.” The blanket beneath your fingers becomes overwhelming, so you start playing with your rings.

“Good girl, now go because you have classes in half an hour.” She cares, and that's one of the ways she shows you that she does.

“Also, don't worry about your regency outfit! I’ve already taken care of it.” Your best friend tells you, not moving from the couch, as you stand up to take care of breakfast. She really gets on your nerves sometimes, but to be honest, you didn't even think about the outfit. You are grateful, even if it’s her that put you in this situation.

“Actually, I’m not going to uni today.” That's shocking news for her, and you get why she is surprised.

“I also called off my shift at the bar.” Well that's a double shock, and it's surprising that she can take it. She gets off the couch and walks up to you, checking your temperature.

“Are you sick? Wait, you’re not dying, are you?” You love that dramatic bitch.

“No, actually, we need to call a family meeting today.”

‘’Oh,’’ Darcy breathes, realizing that the situation is serious. Only a few times before the meeting was called, this was the day Carol was introduced to all of you, or when Maria finally came out. This is an emergency only situation, and you are pretty sure that this one is justified.

“Wait, family meeting? Someone died?” Maria’s sleepy voice flows through the room. Her hair is messy. Her silk robe flows nicely around her body. You always admired her confidence, and she is surprisingly kind for such an attractive person. Her hair is freshly cut, shoulder-length is the most comfortable for her, at least that's what she always says when they get too long. You like that about her, the way she knows what she wants, when and how. Even more, you don't understand why she would give control to anyone else.

“Nobody died. Kate’s home?” You say.

“Yeah, she came back around 4am.” Darcy's answer is followed by a big yawn. All of you can use a break today, and a little bit more sleep.

‘’Could you please wake Kate up?’’ You say, turning to Maria.

‘’I’ll get started on pancakes in the meantime.’’

She moves from her spot by the door and hurries to Kate's room. It's not going to be easy, but the longer you are putting off the conversation, the harder it's going to get.

Preparing breakfast takes you little to no time, everything always goes by fast when you have Darcy on your side. You two work in perfect harmony, managing to cook, set up the table and even squeeze fresh orange juice for all of you. The scent of sweet citrus filled the whole room, bright sunlight falls aggressively through ajar blinds. Crispy air hits you as you move to close the window, trying to get rid of the burned smell of the last failed pancake. You are still going to eat it, you hate wasting food.

Darcy is on your right, sitting cross-legged on a high chair with a messy bun and an oversized sweater stolen from Carol. She looks peaceful and warm. Maria sits half naked in front of you. She is always really comfortable in her own skin and it shows. Long pyjama pants and a bra are her go to outfits in the morning. It suits her. When Kate comes out of her room, the first thing that you acknowledge is her wet hair, indicating she just had a shower and dark circles under her eyes. She moves smoothly closer to where you all wait for her and as she moves behind you, she stops in her tracks for a second to wrap her arms around your torso from behind. She hides her head in the crook of your neck, and all you can do is put your hand smoothly through her hair, hugging her closer with one arm.

“I missed you.” She whispers just for you to hear, and you feel tiredness and pain of the past busy weeks in her voice. It fills you with love, care but also anger for not being able to change it for her, or rather respecting the peace she chooses to live her life on. She needs to learn, and you will be here to catch her if she falls. And that's exactly why family meetings are so needed.

“I missed you too, hun.” Her smile makes you happy and breaks your heart at the same time. You have been in situations when someone was trying to open your eyes, and you were taking out anger and pain on the messenger. Honestly, there is nothing she could do to push you away, but you know some part of her will hate you after this.

“So what's the family meeting about? It sounds serious, you even took a day off.”

“Let's just eat for now. We're gonna talk later.”

****

You wash the dishes after breakfast while girls talk with each other on the couch. They offered to clean, but you needed a second for yourself to muster up the courage to tell her the truth. Giving yourself time is needed, but also creates moments like this. Wet sponge in your right hand, plate in your left, and your phone laying heavy in your pocket with evidence. You feel it digging into your leg through the material, kind of like pushing you to stop procrastinating the inevitable, so you do.

You sit down on an ottoman that matches the rest of the couch set and as you sigh heavily, all the attention is drawn to you. Nobody’s rushing you to open up, it's one of the many rules of the meetings. They all wait for you, ready to provide comfort at all times. You lock your eyes with Kate’s, and as you almost always keep your posture and face up, your eyes water up a little, but not enough for them to notice.

“Go on y/n. Lay it on me.” She is the youngest of all of you, but sometimes she is more mature than all of you combined.

“Valkyrie is cheating on you.” You can see in her eyes that she thinks it's a joke, another dumb idea of yours to separate the two of them because you don't think her girlfriend deserves her, so you continue.

“I was at the bar, had my shift with Steve, she was there. There was a whole group of people, God, all of them drunk out of their minds. She came to me and told me that you’re not texting her back. She wasn't too nice about it.” You take a deep breath in and grab anything you have close to you to stop yourself from standing up and pacing around the room. The plastic scrunchie provides some stimulation, so you look at her again.

“At some point, she started kissing some girl that was in that group. I don't even know if they know each other.” Kate just listens, not taking her eyes off of you. You notice her lips quivering a little, but it's so slight that you’ve almost missed it.

“Shuri was there, she can vouch for this.”

“Wait, you saw your ex!?” Darcy jumps in but back off as soon as she can catch herself going off-topic, that's not important right now and she knows it.

“Show me.” Two words you hoped you wouldn't hear. Speaking about it is one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes will be different. As the last resort, you try to play dumb, pretending not to know what she means.

“This is far too important for you not to have the proof. Just show me y/n, I’m a big girl.” So you do. When you hand her the phone, it’s already opened in your gallery. It's the last thing you recorded. The video starts with Shuri drinking her martini and talking to you about something happening at her university. However, as soon as you zoom into the group, she falls silent.

‘’Oh fuck,’’ The girls can hear Shuri swearing, combined with your heavy breathing through the speaker in your phone. The scene ends with Valkyrie standing up and dragging the girl behind her into the bathroom area and Shuri’s voice saying “y/n don't do it”.

“What did you do?” Maria asks what everybody is wondering. You answer her question, but all you say is for Kate and only for her.

“I didn't do anything. I ended my shift and went home.” She believes you, you are always honest with her, always.

“I wanted to tell you right after, but this is not something to do over the phone. Maybe I should have just found you at your job, I'm sorry but-” She's interrupting your explanation with the softest voice she has.

“It's okay, I know you are more of a face to face person.” The scrunchie is long forgotten on the floor, and Kate's hands are secured strongly in yours. You caress her palm with your thumb, providing as much comfort through the touch as you can, but she leans back on the couch. You expected anger, sadness, a breakdown or denial, but not this.

“I mean, she was awful either way, right?” Both Darcy and Maria jump in with copious nodding and approval of that statement.

“I guess it's for the better, at least I have a good reason to end it now.” With that she…. smiles? Something is wrong, something is very wrong.

For the next 5 minutes your roommates rumble about how awful Val is, how much better Kate will be without her and how happy they are that she feels that way. Kate jumps in from time to time, smiling and telling them how right they are, and that's when you can't take it anymore. You start laughing, and it takes everybody off guard, to be honest it takes you off guard too. You don't explain anything to anybody as you stand up, take your hurt friend by her hand, and announce that you will be back in a couple of hours for dinner. You are much stronger than Kate, so manhandling her a little into her room is easy.

“Get dressed, put some training clothes on and take your wallet. I'm taking your car keys, and I'm waiting for you in the car park. Don't make me wait too long.”

“Y/n I’m fine! What are you even doing? I don't understand.” You hug her really close, face buried in your chest, her arms hanging loose on her sides not really knowing what to do with them, but even when she’s not reciprocating you don’t let her go. Your left hand goes all the way around her waist, grabbing her side, while the right hand keeps her head close to you. Your touch feels hungry for closeness with her, while you almost shield her whole body with yours. When you let go, you grab her face into your hands, look deeply into her glassy eyes and smile with the most honest love you ever felt to someone. This kind of love is different from anything else you ever had. You imagine that's the way your brother feels when he looks at you. At least he did when you were younger.

“You’re not Kate. And it's okay.” You kiss her forehead and tell her once again to get ready before you disappear from her room.

***

The ride to the location takes you around 25 minutes. The whole trip, Kate is trying to get you to tell her where you’re going or what this whole thing is about, but you keep your mouth shut, which makes her more irritated by the minute. It's good, you need her to be irritated, you need her to be mad, and soon enough everything will become clear to why.

You arrive at a big open space with one building that's in poor condition. Vines have taken over its walls, invading cement and binding everything together with nature. It’s a truly beautiful view if you can just stop for a second and try to understand what's in front of you. It's far, it's quiet, and it's your safe space, one of just the few that you have. You get out of the car, still not answering Kate's questions. She makes it harder for herself and as much as you get why she is doing it, you wish she would stop.

“What's that place? It looks like a squat.” She comments, and she sounds unnecessarily annoyed.

“This is a place where me and Shuri were meeting for most of the time. It's a safe place and a safe space.”

“Safe for what?”

“To be yourself.”

Your answer takes her a little bit off guard, you can see by the appearing wrinkles on her forehead that she really thinks about what you just said, and hopefully she will find some truth for herself in your words. She follows you into the building, you take out a bundle of keys, which is definitely too big, you don't even remember what half of them are for, you are pretty sure that some of them were found around here, never finding out their purpose, but the one that you need right now is easy to find. The red band on top of it makes it easy to spot. The word ‘’sanctuary’’ is hand-painted onto the key, and it fills you with warmth and gratitude that your last relationship ended up on good terms. You really appreciate having Shuri in your life, her and her family were nothing but good people to you, and you are glad to reciprocate anytime you can. You open a heavy looking lock and enter the building with Kate on your heels.

Inside it is really dark and scary looking, dust covers the floors, and various types of glass, wood and all kinds of materials can be found on the side of every wall. Used spray paint cans decorate one corner, making the whole place more alive because of their colours. They also create a nice contrast to the surrounding chaos. All cans are securely stacked in a pyramid shape. A skylight lights up the middle of the room in a theatrical way. You love this place to the bone.

As Kate looks around with a little disgust on her face she tries to appreciate you getting her out of the house, you collect some things from the locker and close it with a metallic clang.

“Here,” you say into her direction, getting closer to her with two jumpsuits in hand. She looks surprised, but gets the general idea of what you want from her. She is obliging even if she is not fully sure why you are both here, she’s too shaken up to put it all together. Putting on a brave face is one of her greatest strengths and weaknesses, but you know every little piece of her. At least most of them.

You start undressing while Kate is half ready with her suit on, you were always impressed with her physique. She’s the one who motivated you to go to the gym, taking you with her a couple of times gave you the kick-start that you needed to go on your own, you are grateful for that, not sure that she is aware of it. As you take off your shirt, you don't notice Kate's eyes lingering on your body. You are muscular it's hard not to be after putting so much work in at the gym, her eyes are tracing the tattoos on your body, from your legs up. You’re turned away from her, so she has a perfect view of your wide back. She isn’t sure why she’s staring, but it seems natural to do so, so she lets herself. As you turn around to face her, you zip up the suit to your waist, looking for a shirt you took with you. You don't want to ruin your nice clothes, that's why you asked Kate to pack something up herself as well. You look at her. She seems to be stuck for a moment, and her face is red.

“Are you okay?” You reach out to her, worried that she might be on the verge of crying because of her breakup, unaware that the reason for her state is completely different. Kate on the other hand is trying to understand what's happening to her. Nobody was ever as sweet to her as you, so protective and caring. Nobody held her like you do, nobody was interested in her in the way you are. In the beginning she was trying to figure out if that's your way of hitting on her, but after she got to know you a little bit she understood that it's just your nature. It didn't change the fact that she always feels special when you act protective over her or caring in any way. Late night texts telling her to get home safe, to remember about lunch, calling her love. Or just simply sitting down together and letting her talk while you listen. Just the way you let her be with you is enough to get some ideas in her head. She has been questioning for a long time now if she is attracted to you, but even if the answer is yes, your relationship has always been platonic, and she is aware of that.

“Yes, yes I am. Dress up, or you're going to get sick.” She stops the topic before you can ask her more questions, not wanting to fall into a hot mess in front of you.

After you both get dressed and leave your stuff secured in the locker, just in case, you take Kate's hand and tell her to follow you. Her palm is soft but cold to the touch, instinctively you start to rub her hand with your thumb to warm it up and comfort her a little, sensing her nervousness. She’s still playing with her hands, grabbing onto her jewellery and loose strands of fabric fraying off of the partially torn jumpsuit. Your touch seems to bring her a little bit more back into the present. You can hear her taking a big breath in when you soothe her hand, and it seems like her arms are starting to relax a little.

You moved further into the building, which leaves you in front of a massive, heavy looking reinforced door. Something straight out of the teen wolf series. As you open them, you are both hit with too much sunlight coming out of the skylights. Your eyes take a second to adjust and get past the sting of it, Kate tries to blink the pain away too. As soon as her vision is clear, she gets what all of this is about, and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

“Wha…what? Y/n I don't think it's necessary.” She comments as soon as she sees a table covered in lots of different kinds of mugs, plates, dishes, boxes and bottles. It's warmer here than anywhere else in the building, probably because of the sun coming through the windows. She understands now why the doors are so thick. She waits for your answer, but you leave her in silence. You move to the deep right corner of the room and grab two aluminium bats and two helmets secured in the covered box. Your weapon is strictly for looks, you are not going to participate in breaking today, this day is all about Kate and you need to focus on her.

“Take it.” She shakes her head, refusing to do so.

“Kate, take it, please.” She does see that you are being really serious about it. It feels heavy in her hands at first, but her muscle memory is trained on such a good level that it takes her just a minute to get used to the handle and balance of the bat.

“I don't need it. I know you think I'm sad and heartbroken but I'm not, okay? It's for the best and we both know it yn.” She pleads with you, it all seems really unnecessary for her.

“Kate..” you come close to her and put your free hand on her cheek. “ You are heartbroken, you are tired and you are sad, but most of all you are angry. I can see you holding your fist together every time someone mentions your mother.” Exactly the thing she does as soon as the words leave your mouth. “ I know that you feel betrayed by Val, it doesn't matter if you loved her or not. She abused you for so long, just as your mother. Dont hate me for it but I think you chose her for a reason.” She looks at you not believing your words, and takes a step back. Her eyes ask you what you mean by that and you know she felt a sting because of your assumption. You straighten out your posture and keep going, gambling your friendship in the name of her sanity.

“You have been controlled since your father died.”

“Stop.” Her voice is low but the tone of it is threatening.

“Your mother uses you as her personal project, to be honest I'm not sure if she was ever a real mother to you.” You continue not letting yourself back up no matter what. She needs this.

“I said stop.” Her voice is louder letting emotions take over a little.

“ Were you saying stop when Val hit you? Or when she was pouring alcohol in your system so she could take advantage of you? You didn’t deserve any of this” She is crying at this point and it pains you to see.

“All those times I was picking you up from her apartment seeing a new bruise on you, all those times when you got hell from your mother or from your girlfriend because you had to choose one and there were no other options in your life. This is not love Kate, it never was.”

“Nobody asked you to take care of me!!” She is screaming now and you decided to match her energy.

“BUT I DID! I was cleaning the fucking cuts, i was holding the ice bags and i had to watch you being broken everyday! I had to restrain myself of fucking her up everyday because of your feeling towards her!” Kate never knew about this, so that information is shocking, her head unfortunately for both of you took a defensive state so everything you say is taken personal. !!!

“ If that was such a fucking issue for you you could’ve just told me! I would never ask you for help if I knew!’ The bat in her hand is flying around, she always uses her hands while speaking so it's normal, in this situation though it's a little dangerous.

“It's not about me ! Its about you Kate, about people fucking you over and over again and you allowing them. It's about the fact that you are angry and you don't let yourself go!”

“I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M IN PAIN! AND THEY’VE PUT ME THERE” With that she delivers a first hit to the stack of plates. It's not in the center so plates end up falling from the table while breaking a couple of them. It's hard to aim when your face is covered in tears. You grab her arm before she can do a second strike stopping her mid flight. She tries to get out of your hold pushing you away with her other arm but you are one step ahead and you let go of your bat to grab both of her hands. You take her into a strong embrace letting her totally break down in tears. She cries, and it sounds like something she loved, someone she loves has died, maybe a part of her. Her voice is broken and you can hear her asking why, while you drop with her to the floor not letting go for even a second. She is still fighting to get out of your arms but you know that she is not fighting with you. You put your hand on her head closing any space left between you and you try to calm her crying a bit.

“I got you Kate… I'm right here with you, I'm not leaving…. ever. You can let go… just let go, I'm holding you.” And she does. She lets go of all the pain she feels at the moment, lots of memories coming back to her in a big feeling of chaos. It is hard for her to focus on one feeling, one problem, one pain so she grabs on to you tighter trying to ground herself in your touch. She starts paying attention to your fingers tracing patterns on her back, on your breathing being slow and deep and she tries to match it the best she can with her own. She focuses on the vibrations she can feel on her head that are coming from you humming her favorite melody. She finds peace in it and after a little while she slowly lets go of you to take a deep breath in and look at your face. You smile at her with the most genuine smile that she ever saw.

“Why are you so happy?” She is teasing you, you know she is.

“Because I'm proud of you Katie… so proud.” Your voice is low and soft, like the silence after the storm, like the moment when the rain stops falling abruptly after ripping the sky open with its force.

You help her stand up and that's the exact moment that she sees blood on your face. Her breath hitches while she points at your cheek. You touch the place and realize that while she hit the plates one piece of them got stuck in your skin. You take it out with almost no force and wipe already dried blood off of you.

“That's why we wear helmets.” You pick up the gear that was left on the floor, and help her put it safely on her head. After doing the same you hand her a bat and let her have an outlet for all of the forgotten feelings hidden inside of her for so long. Sounds are loud, rapid but so satisfying. Pieces of glass are landing on the walls, the floor and your clothing. At first she was shy with her hits, but you can see that she got more comfortable with the whole idea and actually put some work into it. You hold your cold bat in your left hand, it's only a prop, because today it's about Kate…. today is about Kate yn… You tell yourself trying to suppress any emotions you might have with this whole situation. Stacks of beer glasses seem to have your name written all over them. The bat you are holding gets a little bit heavier in your hand when you tighten your fist around it. Your veins become visible because of the pressure and your eyes are focused on the target, never looking away from it but holding yourself back as much as you can. Just when you start to feel yourself going into emotions, all of the glasses break in front of your eyes. A big hit delivered by Kate crashes them into pieces and powder, and with that she says that it's the last one that she needed. It brings you back out of your head and you nod at her, pointing to the door.

After leaving the room you give some time for Kate to change into her clothes while you are sweeping the floor to make it nice and tidy, mainly safe. You put down all the equipment and as you move into the room with a locker you can hear Kate humming the same melody you were trying to calm her down with. It warms you from the inside, the fact that you understand her and she trusts you enough to show you the most raw parts of herself. While you change Kate decided to look around some other rooms in the building. Some of them are holding more stuff to break, some of them have camping equipment, making her acknowledge that you probably spend some nights here. As you catch up to her you see that she found one of the most important places for you. The biggest room in this whole building has two chairs in the middle of it and 5 plastic boxes on the right side of it. Chairs are facing one wall, a wall covered in graffiti, with big sentences written in the middle of it. You lean on the entrance while Kate is trying to take it all in.

“What's that? Ver- Verba Vo…” “Verba Volant Scripta Manent. Spoken words fly away, written words remain.” You explain to her, trying to get her to understand what this place is about. “And what's all over that?” “All the reasons why me and Shuri were coming here. Tony Stark, Loki, work, even when I was arguing with you guys.” You laugh a little at the memory. “Even your mom.” You see her go closer to the wall as she eyes your mothers name written on the wall in the most chaotic way she ever saw. She puts her hand on the cold concrete and touches it lightly, collecting some dirt on her fingers by accident. She doesn't seem to care though. She turns with glossy eyes to look at you and a second later you are holding her in your arms. She is not angry anymore, but sad. Tears flow out while you hold her and allow her to feel all the emotions at once. She doesn't have to pretend with you, she never should. She lets you go and look at your face. Her cold hand lands on your cheek as she is trying to take care of you, leaving some of the dirt on your skin. It throws you off guard for a second because you didn't realize you were crying with her. As soon as you do you whip off the tears that escaped and hand her spray can from one of the plastic boxes.

“Write Katie, everything that's on your shoulders, write it out of you. It will stay here, and you will move on without it.” “Verba Volant Scripta Manent.” She repeats your mantra butchering latin pronunciation, making you laugh.

“Exactly.” You give her a nod and encourage her to start letting go of all the things that are in her heart. She is a little shy at first but gets a hold of it really quickly. She writes dates, names, words like work, comfort, cheating, fear. With each word she seems to be lighter and you enjoy the view. Carefully she writes everything down avoiding your drawing, your motto, which you really appreciate. As she finishes her work she takes a couple of steps back and enjoys the art of it. You join her, kiss the top of her head and take out of the box the last can, red one to put one last statement. She watches you really carefully as you go to her part of the wall and above everything she has written, you spray a big red word, saying “Rebirth”. As you turn around, a little bit dirty and tired, you feel happiness filling you in as she is smiling at you, in a way you haven't seen in a long time.

After closing up everything and making sure that the whole place is secured and tidy you make your way to the car. Kate is surprised to see an emotional hangover setup at the back of her car. Bottle of water, her favorite snack and tissues waiting for her, set down with love and care. It always amazes her how you can think in the future. There were countless situations in both your lifes when something unusual, tragic or just really out of nowhere came up and you are always ready for it. At least you seem to be. You are not talking much to each other while going back, no words needed between both of you. Kate can sense that it took a hold on you too so she provides comfort by playing with your hair on the back of your neck while you drive.

“I texted her.” Kates breaks the silence for a second, her voice barely above whisper.

“What did you say?”

“I broke up with her, I officially ended it, and I blocked her.” You put your hand on hers, letting her know you are right next to her. She expected you to be happy but you were always better for her then she anticipated.

“And how do you feel about it?” You ask tenderly.

“It hurts… I know she wasn't good, she never was, but she meant a lot and it… it just hurts.” You nod your head waiting for her to continue, giving all the space she might need.

“ But it's going to heal, and as much as it pains me I also feel lighter. I need it. Thank you yn, for everything.” She interviews her fingers with yours and allows silence to take over, leaving you both in each other's comfort.

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vikwrites · 1 year ago

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Bliss and Honey - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ You and Tony share a moment of intimacy in each other's arms. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 462

Tony's hand was enveloped in yours, his warm fingers intertwined tightly.

His other hand, on your waist, outlined the contours of your body. His weight, pressed against you, pinning you down, grounding you to reality as his warm breath caressed the skin of your neck. Naked skin brushed against naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you traced your fingers along the defined angles of his jawline, feeling the rough texture of the salt-and-pepper stubble, a harsh contrast against your soft fingertips. A soft shudder left his lips from the contact. And through all this, you caught a whiff of Tony's cologne - a heady mixture of musk and bergamot - adding to the intoxicating experience.

The distance between you and Tony was dissolved by a kiss, your lips crashed together in a frenzy. The sharp tang of sweat mixed with the faint bite of whiskey martini overwhelmed your senses as his lips pressed against yours with fervent desperation. Your heart raced in a frenzy as you both melted into the intense kiss, lost in each other's touch. After what felt like an eternity, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you breathless and craving more.

“Tony—” Your voice trembled as you muttered his name, each syllable rolling off your tongue like sweet honey. Dripping slowly and smoothly, coating your senses and leaving a lingering warmth in their wake.

“I’m here, honey, I’ll take care of you.” His voice comforted you, like an anchor holding you steady. His hand gently stroked your hair, his words gentle and soothing.

You felt him thrusting inside you, with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but mostly the latter. Your teeth dug into your lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that escaped. Each slow, deliberate stroke set fire to every nerve ending in your body, making you crave more.

Tony filled you completely, which drove you wild with desire. The sound of your rapid breaths and the soft grunts escaping from Tony's lips filled the air. With each thrust, his skin rubbed against yours, creating a friction that ignited your senses. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed as pushes himself deeper inside you, feeling his self-restraint slip away as you clenched around him.

"Fuck," Tony murmured. “I love you.” The expletive slipped off his tongue, those three words come so naturally, his voice barely above a whisper.

The three simple words hung in the air, before melting like ecstasy in your veins.

You couldn't help but whimper in pleasure as he hit all the right spots. His hands roamed your body, knowing exactly how to make you lose control. And when Tony pulled you closer with each urgent thrust, wrapping his arms around you, you knew there was no going back.

This was pure bliss, and you never wanted it to end.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 2 years ago

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ACCOUNT STUFF + LINKS :)

Welcome to everyone 18+ if not please leave <3

||MINORS DNI 18+|| Fem!reader || SicFics

Hi welcome to my little sicfic blog. I write fanfic for marvel currently. No smut will ever be written on this blog I am Ace and don’t want to write it. Below I have linked my masterlist I have posted. I don’t really have posting schedual so ... Enjoy :)

FANDOMS + CHARACTERS:

MARVEL (Movies)

Wanda Maximoff (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Natasha Romanoff (romantic, maternal or platonic)

WandaNat (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Pepper Potts (only platonic / maternal vibes so far)

Avengers (only platonic … forever)

Aunt May (only platonic / maternal vibes so far)

A/N Please feel free to request other (female) characters (in the MCU) and i will decide case to case :)

MARVEL (Actors)

Scarlett Johansson (maternal or platonic)

Lizzie Olsen (maternal or platonic)

Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen (platonic)

A/N No romantic relationship dynamics … yet

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS (Netflix Series)

Larissa Weems (platonic or maternal)

Marilyn Thornhill (platonic or maternal)

Enid Sinclair (platonic)

Wednesday Addams (platonic)

Yoko Tanaka (platonic)

A/N Reader is 18+ for all dynamics

STAR TREK (The Next Generation)

Deanna Troi (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Beverly Crusher (romantic, maternal or platonic)

A/N I may be a little picky on what I’ll write when it comes to romantic relationships with them.

HOUSE MD (Tv show)

Lisa Cuddy (platonic or maternal)

A/N I may add more later like Cameron and 13 but idk yet.

STATUS:

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

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TOTAL FIC COUNT: 106

FICS - WEDNESDAY: 38

FICS - MARVEL: 61

FICS - MARVEL CAST: 4

FICS - STAR TREK: 3

FICS - HOUSE MD: 0

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TOTAL WORD COUNT: 279.6K

2023 - 202.8K

2024 - 79.6K

2025 - 0.0k

A/N This is often updated with each fic i write / post

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LINKS:

[WHAT I DO AND DONT WRITE]

[PROMPTS LIST]

[FIC MASTERLIST]

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marvel-snape-writes · 1 year ago

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New Tony x Pepper smutty one shot!

Can’t Just Expect Sex…

18+ smut

The latch on the door had barely slotted back into place by the time Tony’s hands were upon her hips, holding her against him from behind.

“Are you looking for something, Mr Stark?” She asked, willingly staying where she was with his hands still against her.

“Found it.” He dipped his head forward to whisper into her ear.

“Oh, ‘it’?” Pepper scoffed, trying her best not to instantly fall to the mercy of his hands trailing down her sides and his lips planting light kisses down the side of her neck.

“Mhmm…” He mumbled, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue against the crook of her neck, “Sorry, baby, I mean you…”

“It’s okay,” Pepper smirked, faintly brushing against the crotch of his pants when he drew her in closer to him, “I’ve found ‘it’, too…”

“Do you wanna… do that again just to make sure?” Tony whispered into her ear; his lips parting to allow a moan to escape directly into it when she pressed against him a little harder this time.

“Like that?” Pepper asked, biting her lip to try and hide her grin as her nails soothingly traced back and forth against his forearms while they remained wrapped around her body.

“Do I have to get on my knees and beg you to turn around and kiss me?” He almost huffed out his question, his lips immediately returning to her neck as he waited for her response.

“Tony, you are my boss…” Pepper swallowed hard, tilting her head to the opposite side, “You ask me to do as you see—“ Her words were cut off by him spinning her around, smacking their lips together desperately as she mumble against his lips, “—fit.”

“I’ll tell you what I see fit, Miss Potts…” Tony breathed against her lips, “This little situation we’ve got going on… it seems to be a bit more of a regular occurrence.”

Pepper purposely ignored his comment and wrapped her arms around his neck, showing him that she was just as into this spontaneous visit to her office as he was. Their lips met over and over, and her fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling her breath hitch when their tongues touched. Tony’s hands roamed from her hips to her bottom and then back, trying to bring their bodies as close together as possible.

“Fuck, what is it, hm?” Tony spoke in a shaky tone, the fire in his belly rising higher with each kiss, “It’s forgivable as a one off, sort of okay to happen a couple more times, but… this thing…”

“You are making ‘this thing’ up, Mr. Stark,” Pepper trailed her hands down the front of his body, feeling him shiver from her touch, “The truth is, you are my boss and I am just one of your members of staff,” Her hand cupped his crotch, lightly pressing her palm against it and trying her best not to smirk when Tony’s lips immediately parted against hers, the kisses now getting clumsy, “And I shouldn’t be allowing you to take advantage of me like this… time and time again.” She massaged her hand against the front of his pants each time she emphasised a word.

“Shit, I love it when you play like this with me, Pep…” Tony’s voice was husky, his hands now trembling against her waist.

Their lips smacked together even harder, both of them clearly showing how they wanted each other just as badly. Pepper’s hands continued to massage against the crotch of his pants as he moaned breathlessly against her lips in between each kiss, feeling his cock straining against the material more and more.

“We’ve got to stop doing this…” She spoke against his lips, now purposely playing with his belt.

“A-Absolutely…” Tony nodded weakly, trying to brush his hips further forward.

“If anyone catches us like this, they’ll assume that’s how I worked my way up in your little world.” She nipped at his lips as she managed to get his belt unbuckled, “Fooling around with the boss… doesn’t sound good, does it?”

“N-No…” Tony swallowed hard, now kissing her lips more desperately than ever.

“You can’t just come in here and expect sex.” She whispered in a teasingly seductive tone, pulling the zip of his pants down and slipping her hand inside.

“No, a-absolutely not…” Tony shook his head unconvincingly, almost feeling his knees buckle from the merciless way she teased his cock from over his boxers, “Wh-Why don’t we not have sex right on this desk?” Tony spoke uneasily, attempting to gain enough strength to lift her onto it.

“Mmmh… and we both know I wear this outfit combination out of fashion choice and not because there’s less time I have to wait when you get in here…” Pepper smirked against his lips when she felt his hands rushing under her dress to grasp at her underwear.

“Precisely that.” Tony nodded quickly and tore her underwear from her, tossing it carelessly to the side before hitching her dress up a little more.

“And this has to stop happening…” She moaned out her words as their kisses became more intense, not even believing her own words as she played with the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm, yep, last time…” Tony inhaled sharply when he felt her twang the waistband back against his hips, trying to pull her closer to the edge of the desk, “Your fucking teasing has to stop happening, too…”

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Stark…” She grinned and gripped onto the openings of his pants as they remained hung open, pulling him even closer to her as their lips remained attached.

“I– I just fucking need you one more time.” He panted against her lips, pushing her legs a little further apart as he stepped further between them.

“All yours, Mr Stark.” She whispered lowly, pushing his trousers and boxers down past his hips in one motion.

“Fuck, c’mere, darlin’…” Tony hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her up a little as he swiftly thrust his hips forward, hissing through his clenched teeth before claiming her lips once more.

“T-Tony!” Pepper gasped against his lips, her fingers weakly grasping onto his hair as he slid into her completely.

“Shh, shh…” Tony lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek, slowly starting to move his hips in a rhythm, “Eventually you’ll get used to the size of it.”

“Eventually?” Pepper pulled at his bottom lip, “I thought we said this would be the last time, hm?”

“Y-Yeah… That's what I said.” Tony mumbled against her lips.

“Better make it worth my time, then…” She smirked, pulling back just briefly to gaze into his heavy eyes.

Tony’s lips parted but he failed to even have a response to her last comment, only tightening his grip on her thighs as she hooked them around him. Their moans synchronised with their movements and Tony leaned her back a little more onto the desk so he could hover further over her, wincing quietly against her lips when he felt her nails digging into his shoulders. His hands moved from her thighs and instead he placed them flat on the desk at either side of her, trying to steady himself as much as possible while his hips drove forward.

“Who knew the boss fucks so good…” Pepper breathed against his lips, her hands almost slipping off him from the speed of his movements.

“Just you…” Tony grunted, “…and the rest.”

“Sleezy bastard.” Pepper moaned, struggling to hook her legs around him as they moaned together.

“You fucking love it, sweetheart.” Tony spoke lowly, the brief conversation alone making each of his thrusts harder.

“No comment, sir.” Pepper bit down on his bottom lip harshly and pulled it out a little, making Tony gasp loudly.

Tony ragged his lip out from between her teeth and placed a bruising kiss to her lips as he gripped onto her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the desk again and standing himself up properly. In unison, his hands clamped onto her and he threw his head back in pleasure, relentlessly pounding his hips forward. Pepper scratched the desk with her nails as she desperately searched for something to grasp onto to stop herself from being catapulted off the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Y-You…” Was all that Tony managed to get out as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his trembling hands almost starting to lose their grip on her as the pool of warmth in his stomach began to fill.

“T-Tony, you’re going to…” Pepper gasped out her words, squeezing her legs around him, “F-Fuck, pl…please don’t stop, Mr Stark!” Her voice trembled, her fingertips turning white from how tightly she was now trying to hold onto the desk.

“Shit, Pep…” Tony moaned, his mouth wide open and jaw clenching with each pulse of pleasure shooting through him, “Cum for your boss, baby.”

“Mmh… Mr Stark!” Pepper cried out, her back arching off the table and her sweaty hands losing their grip on the table.

“Come here,” Tony opened his heavy eyes and moved his hands to support her upper body, helping her sit up as his hips mercilessly thudded back and forth, each of them now moaning continuously as their bodies were brought closer to one another again, “That’s it, baby. Is that better?” He spoke huskily against her lips before kissing them.

“Ah-!” She inhaled sharply, kissing him back quickly and throwing her arms around him before hiding her face against his neck as she gave herself over to him completely, unable to hold back her climax for even a moment longer, “T-Tony! Fucking… fuck!”

“Oh, baby, y-you’re gonna fucking kill me…” Tony groaned out his words when he felt her tighten around him, his cock now throbbing madly as his own climax drew closer and closer.

His arms remained wrapped around her in an attempt at keeping them both upright as his knees began to buckle beneath him from the ecstasy that was rushing through him. Pepper’s moans and sharp breaths against his neck were all that it took to push him over the edge completely — mainly the arrogant knowing that he had caused them — and digging her heels into his bottom to try and push his hips harder against hers while she rode out her own orgasm.

“G-Goddamn you, Pepper fucking Potts…” He spoke breathlessly as his release spilled out of him with each harsh twitch of his cock, “How dare you know my cock better than I do.”

“Yeah?” Pepper smirked, lifting her head to press a rough kiss to his lips in between his moans, “Probably has something to do with the amount of times this keeps occurring.” Her arms snaked around his neck to bring the top half of him closer to her again, touching the tip of her tongue to his while his lips remained parted.

“Mm…” Tony grunted, clumsily kissing her back as his hips showed no sign in slowing until he had released every last drop of pent up pleasure since the last time they had met, “Fuck.”

His body trembled as the pleasure swept back and forth over him, breathing heavily against Pepper’s lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. His hips gradually came to a stop, but he didn't want to stop being so close to her. Their lips met several times in between trying to catch their breath until their heavy eyes opened and they looked at each other, pausing briefly before letting out a content laugh, their sweaty foreheads touching.

“I’m just gonna put it out there…” Tony lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek within it, “And say that I would not be mad about that happening again.”

“Stop it.” Pepper giggled, playfully swatting his side.

“Correct me if I am wrong, Miss Potts, but I seem to remember you specifically telling me not to stop just a few minutes ago.” He pecked her lips, stepping back slightly and fastening his trousers back up, winking, “Hm?”

“Shh…” Pepper bit her lip while trying to hide her grin, pushing her dress back down over her hips as she hopped off the desk.

“What was that?” Tony teased, sitting down in the desk chair and patting either of his thighs as he gazed up at her, “Come a little closer, my old ears are going.”

Pepper rolled her eyes playfully and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he hooked one around her waist. Tony tilted his head up and pursed his bruised lips, grinning when he felt hers against his.

“You were saying?” He spoke with a happy sigh, smiling sweetly once they pulled away.

“If people had their suspicions about us before, I think they've definitely been confirmed now after that wall-rattling experience.” Pepper smirked, pushing his hair off his sticky forehead.

“Would it be so bad if people find out I'm your little secret?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I am your little secret!” Pepper scoffed playfully, lightly pulling a strand of his hair and grinned, leaning in to kiss him again before both of them gasped as the office door opened.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” The member of staff widened their eyes as they realised exactly who’s lap Pepper was sat on, “I— I didn't mean to… interrupt, Mr Stark, Miss Potts.”

“There’s no need to apologise,” Tony smiled confidently, placing his hand gently on Pepper’s knee as he tried to speak without laughing as he put a twist on her own words from before, “I keep telling Miss Potts that she just cannot expect sex every time I come in here, but she’s having none of it.”

“Tony!” Pepper gasped, playfully pulling at his hair again.

“I… will see you when you are… done.” The member of staff spoke quickly, turning around and shutting the door.

“I don't want any more secrets, Pep.” Tony immediately spoke with a straight face.

“Any more… what?” Pepper squinted her eyes in confusion, “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“That's the thing,” Tony cleared his throat, “We have no secrets from each other, but we hide this from everyone else. I want to know what it takes to be yours. I mean truly yours.”

“Stop…” Pepper felt herself blush, hiding her face against his neck, “I cannot fall for the man that puts his life on the line more and more every time I turn around.”

“Hey, look at me,” Tony gently tilted her chin up with his finger, “I promise you this, Pepper Potts; your life will always matter more to me than my own.”

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starkslove101 · 5 months ago

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CHAPTER 29: "A stranger in a strange land"

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A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE CHAPTER 29! it toook me a loooot longer but I hope you guys like it.

Pairing: Not really a pairing here. But Tony, Steve and Natasha are in this chapter...

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2k+ words

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My legs moved faster than my brain could process. Hugh’s grip on my wrist was tight as he pulled me forward. “Hugh!” I was out of breath. “Where are we going?” I squeaked. My lungs felt like they were burning. How is that possible? You’re a superhuman? The voice in the back of my head kept repeating.

“You wanted answers, right?” he asked, he had a big smile on his face. For the short time I've known him, I’ve never seen him so pleased.

“Yes, I do. But I can't breathe. Please slow down” He slowed down but didn’t let go of my wrist. This might be some leftover symptom from when I was kidnapped. And you know died for a week, the voice in my head chimed.

“My apologies,” he said. “But, we’re almost there” The only thing coming from me was a whistling sound. It felt like both of my lungs were collapsed. It was the same feeling I had during elementary school in P.E. I was never the best runner, my lungs would always give out halfway through class. I’d have to go to the nurse and she would call my dad. Which would mean that that same day, I'd get a beating I would never forget. He always wanted a boy, right?

We walked into a library. Closets full of books. If I wasn’t fighting for my life, I would’ve stopped and checked out as many books as I possibly could. I remember Tony teasing me about the amount of books I’d buy. However, he never knew the reason. For most of my life, I was alone and didn’t have anything else to do. I barely had any friends, so all I had was books. It wasn’t until I met Howard that I started gaining friends.

I looked around and found an empty chair and sat down. I placed my hand over my chest, finally being able to catch my breath. Hugh looked genuinely worried. “Are you alright, Your Highness?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Just short of breath. I still haven’t fully recovered, I think” I reassured him. He looked at me, still unsure. I shook my head again. “We’re here for answers, right?” I took one deep breath and leaned back in the big chair. Hugh nodded. “Well then” I nudged. “Show me” Hugh smiled and ran off to get whatever. He looked like a kid in a candy store.

After a few minutes, he returned. A bunch of books in his arms. He dropped them on the table loudly, I jumped up, and Hugh shifted on his feet, like a child high on sugar. “I got all the books I could find on Avelora and its history” he took a deep breath and beamed proudly, a smile from ear to ear.

I smiled through the pain. My head was pounding. “Let’s take a look, shall we?” he smiled and nodded but still looked around, unsure, like someone would tell him or something. I tried to reassure him again. “Nothing is going to happen,” I said. However, I wasn't sure about that statement either. He shifted on his feet. “You know,” I sighed. “I could tell everyone to leave. I can do that now” I joked, however, he didn’t get it.

“No,” he said, panic in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

“Hugh, that was a joke”

“Oh,” he sighed. “That’s funny” he lied. His face was dead serious. I just sat back looking at him, still amused. I grabbed a book and started reading.

“Brother Anslem who stumbled upon the town in the year 764. He described it as a place of unparalleled beauty with crystal forests teeming with life” I quoted in my best voice. But for some reason, it didn’t make any sense and didn’t feel right.

I touched the paper and it felt too new. I pushed this one aside and grabbed another one. This book said and looked the same. I could feel my anger boiling up. He sensed my anger and looked up. He had an equally confused look on his face. “This is either a new edition or someone is lying” Hugh nodded in agreement.

“This is not the book I read as a child” Hugh looked sad and it fueled my anger. I stood up and the chair behind me made a loud scraping sound against the tiles. I grabbed all the books on the table.

“What’s the lady’s name at the front desk?”

“Ehm, Anya, I think” I pulled the books close to my chest and ran up to the front desk. When I stood in front of the desk, the woman didn’t look up. I stood there for a few seconds, hoping she’d say something.

“All returned books must be put back on the cart” The words came out rehearsed and stern. I still stared at her for a few minutes until I got tired and threw them on the table. The woman jumped up. She looked up angry and she was about to scold me but that was until she saw who was standing in front of her.

“Oh,” she sighed and stood up quickly. “Your royal highness” she bowed her head, in shock. I rolled my eyes. I hated this.

“Yeah, please beat the formalities Anya” I could hear her swallow loudly

“H-How’d you know my name?” she stammered.

“I can read minds” I joked but quickly moved my attention back to the books. “These books,” I said. “They’re not real. Someone is lying to me” I put my finger on the books.

She frowned at me. “What do you mean, your highness?” Anya asked. I sighed and opened the book and flipped through them. From cover, to cover. The wrapping on the covers was coming loose, revealing a different book. Anya’s breath hitched. “Oh, dear, you’re right” She grabbed books in her hands and looked them over. “ I have stocked these books over a hundred times” She shook her head in disbelief.

I started to calm down, however, when I saw that they were all as much in the dark as I was. I gave her an apologetic look. “I am sorry for treating you like this,” I said.

“It’s alright,” she waved it away once she put the books back down on her desk. This wasn’t alright. I was letting my emotions cloud my judgment. I was never rude to people. This is anger I have never felt like this ever. Even through all the abuse I’ve suffered.

“Your Highness, what books are you exactly looking for?” she asked sweetly, pulling me out of my ongoing thoughts.

“I am looking for books about the history of Avelora,” I said “and maybe while we’re looking, a family tree?” I asked quietly, hoping I wouldn’t summon my father for mentioning the word family.

Anya smiled sweetly. She grabbed a bunch of keys. They were hanging on a black keychain. Anya motioned for me to follow her. I looked over my shoulder quickly and saw Hugh walking behind me, doing his job perfectly. Hugh’s armor made a loud sound every time he moved his legs. It was such a stark contrast with the design and look of the modern city. This armor looked about a thousand years old but the city, on the other hand, looked like it had been built recently.

We reached a hidden door in the library. The paint was peeling off the door and it looked like it hadn’t been used in a very long time. Anya put the key in the door, but it took her a while before it opened. The door flung open, blowing dust into our faces. It flew up my nose, making me sneeze.

“Bless you” A deep voice echoed behind us. The three of us turned around, with wide eyes. When we turned, my father was standing behind us, his arms folded behind his back. I truly expected him to have an angry look on his face but he rather looked amused. “What are you kids up to?” He raised an eyebrow.

Anya and Hugh were standing next to each other, their eyes almost as big as marbles. “Your majesty,” they said in unison as they both bowed their heads. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“I mean after 200 years that must get a bit boring right?” I quipped. Ahmed laughed loudly, grabbing his chest. The sound of his laugh caught me off guard, yet it sounded so familiar. Like I'd been hearing it my whole life. I felt so nostalgic, I almost felt tears prickling in my eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping it would help to keep my composure.

“It did bother me for like the first 150 years” he joked back, making me laugh in return. It wasn’t my intention to laugh, but my brains were so scrambled with these emotions. I couldn’t control myself.

Our banter almost distracted me from what we were doing but my father pointed at the door, hoping I’d answer his question. I didn't see any reason why I should start lying now. “I just want to know about my family,” I said, my voice soft. His shoulders fell. It was quiet for a while. I could see him think.

“What is so bad that you can't tell me?” I asked. This was my last resort. He shifted on his feet. He was holding his scepter again. Ahmed had trouble walking and that staff was the only thing keeping him stable.

It was quiet again and at this point, everyone was staring at us. I didn't mean to cause a scene nor did I want to undermine his authority. After all, this was his land and his people. But I deserved answers and I was going to get them one way or another. Ahmed’s face contorted like he was fighting someone in his head.

“Hold this” After a while, he turned to one of his guards and gave her his scepter. She quickly bowed her head and grabbed the staff. Then he looked at me and stuck out his arm. “Let’s go take a walk,” he stated. I looked back at Anya and Hugh who nodded at me to take the opportunity. “There are some people I’d like you to meet,” he said, his arm still pointing at me. I stepped forward and let him hook his arm into mine so that he could lean on me.

He dismissed everyone except for the woman who was holding his scepter and Hugh. Both of them were standing behind us, scouting the area for possible threats. “What’s wrong with your leg?” I asked.

“I have no idea,” he said. I looked at him for a second, squinting my eyes.

“Do I want to know what happened?” I asked again. Ahmed smiled and shook his head. I laughed. “Alright,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Can you at least tell me where we are going?” We kept walking, people opening doors for us and bowing their heads. He avoided my question and kept walking silently.

Tony.

*Three weeks earlier*

Everyone in the room went silent. Natasha looked at me, with big eyes. Like it was some outrageous request. “Tony” Natasha sighed. “Shield put her into hiding for a reason” she turned towards me, a hand leaning on the desk. The other hand was holding a tablet that was controlling the big screen.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “I know,” I sighed. “But she might be the only one who might be able to help,” I said. “You know, since she’s her aunt and all that” Natasha pulled the tablet closer to her chest.

Ever since Ransom appeared 13 years ago, a lot has happened. Not through any fault of her own. Natasha shook her head. “Tony, I really can’t. Fury went to great lengths to keep her safe” Natasha looked at Steve, hoping that he’d have her back, but he didn’t. He shook his shoulders in response. She scoffed.

“Come on, Rogers, you can’t be serious,” she said, surprised by the fact that Steve was willing to defy Fury's orders.

“If the aunt is the answer to stopping these-” he thought for a minute and pointed to the screen. “Scumbags” of course, pointing at Malick and Killian. He looked proud of himself when he found the right words. “Then that’s what we have to do” I looked back and forth between him and Natasha.

Steve grabbed his belt, confidently, his shoulders broad. The righteousness was bursting out of him. Natasha was having an internal conflict with herself. Was she willing to cross her boss and the only man that ever believed in her? I wasn’t so sure anymore.

I looked back up at Steve, hoping he’d find the right words to tell her. “And if you don’t do it for him, then do it for Ransom,” He said. That seemed to help.

“Alright, fine!” she spits. “I’ll take you there” I smiled and hugged her. She stiffened in my grip as she didn’t see it coming. I quickly let her go.

“Sorry,” I pulled her back and patted her shoulders.

“You’ll have to leave all your electronics,” she says, plucking my hands from her shoulders.

“Of course, whatever you want” I raised my hands happily. The happiness is almost feeling foreign. Nat smiled at me, softly and touched my shoulder as she walked past.

“I’ll go get the zephyr ready,” she said, walking out of the room.

Only Steve, Pepper, and I were left. I turned to the screen, Killians’ picture plaguing me. The happy feeling immediately disappears. However, Steve noticed and stood next to me quietly. His hand folded behind his back. It seemed like his default pose.

In the meantime, Pepper excused herself. Her heels clicked in the distance.

It was silent for a while. I had my hands in my pockets. “I miss her” Steve turned his head, somewhat surprised that I was confiding in him.

“I miss her too,” he said. I nodded and didn’t say anything for a minute, I didn’t know how else to continue this conversation. It was quiet again until his phone started to beep. I guess he was needed back in D.C. “Good luck, finding your answers,” he said. He patted my back. “If you need me, call this number.” he slipped a piece of paper and walked out.

Steve was making his way to the door. “Hey,” I said and turned around. Steve stopped in his tracks, blocking the doorway. “Take good care of Pepper. She deserves all the love” Steve chuckled.

“I’ll do all I can to keep her happy and safe,” He said before he left.

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