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mox-writes · 3 years ago

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Trailer Fever. (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Warning: 18+, smut, smut, smut. Knife play, blood play, domination, m/f orgasm, p in v, oral (female receiving), light choking, mouth gag, mentions of cuts and bruising, all consensual.

Word Count: 2,561

Pairing: dom!Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian have rough sex in his trailer on the set of Destroyer. Just smut, that’s all.

A/N: something about Sebastian Stan in Destroyer makes me absolutely feral, so here’s this. As per usual, crossposted on moongoddessmox. Excuse any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and briefly edited it on my computer.

You tipped your head back, pressing it against his as you moaned. He slid his lips up to your neck and you turned your head to kiss him. Sebastian’s tongue licked across your lips and you allowed him entrance. Your tongues collided and you deepened into him as much as you possibly could. His mouth was warm and wet and blended with yours in a passionate embrace, one people dream to experience once in their life. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to kiss him like this every day.

Sebastian grazed his fingers up your arm, tingles and chills surged through the spots he touched. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as his lips gently brushed against your skin, his hot breath teasing you and making you throb. His short hair was prickly against your cheek as his lips found your shoulder, kissing it with wet lips and sliding a tongue along the bone. Sebastian’s hands felt their way down your sides to the front of your body, diving into your pants and tracing your slit through your panties.

You pushed your ass against his crotch and teased him, rubbing it around slightly feeling him get harder through his jeans.

“Naughty girl, you know better than that, ” Sebastian’s voice was low, almost a growl, and so intimidating. If you hadn’t liked his consequences for being a tease, you might actually be scared.

You smirked against him, flashing seductive eyes into his piercing blue ones. He bit your lip, pulling on it, leaving a cut and blood behind. The rusty taste filled your mouth as he flipped you around so that your body was facing him and your naked chest was pressed to his. He was ripped, the product of the movie he was filming. His dusty jeans hung low on his hips and his V was very defined. You moved a finger up the crease of one side and watched him buck his hips as it tickled him. Sebastian let out a laugh that could have been mistaken for a grunt, and tangled a hand in your hair, gripping tight and smashing you to his mouth again. He tsked and nodded disapprovingly such a tease. Your hands ran over his shaved head; you didn’t usually like buzz cuts, but something about Sebastian was different. He could pull off anything.

“Like the new hair?” He smirked. It was the first time you were seeing him with it. Today was the first day of filming and you had been waiting in his trailer for him to get it cut. When he walked in, it was like a primal desire rushed through you, you wanted to attack him with kisses until he fucked the living daylights out of you.

“You actually look really fucking hot, ” you breathed heavily, still panting from his kisses. His smirk only got bigger, his eyes dark with lust. He kissed you again, squeezing your face in his hands; you could almost feel all the lust radiating from his large body. His scruffy face scratched yours but you pulled him closer. Sebastian picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, his erect member pressing into your crotch. You wanted to release him, feel his tip brush lightly at your clit until you allowed him entrance to fuck you raw. This look of his brought out a whole new brand of desire in you, you felt insatiable and you hadn’t even fucked him yet.

“Fuck me, Sebastian, please,” you begged. You couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped your thighs until his nails cut into the skin, little beads of blood formed and you knew there would be bruises later but you didn’t care. The sweet sting only added to your pleasure and seeing little bits of blood on Sebastian’s hands turned you on. His lips were stained red from your bleeding lip and your heartbeat felt like a thud. Sebastian threw you on the bed in his large trailer and stripped down. His perfect, muscular, naked body was starting to become shiny from the humidity you created. His cock was fully erect and ready to pound into you. You untied your pants and Sebastian tugged them off, discarding them somewhere behind him. His lips kissed up your thighs, biting, licking, and sucking the soft skin.

As he got closer to your dripping warmth, your legs twitched in anticipation. Sebastian’s eyes looked up at yours and you watched him chew on your legs. The sight made you hornier than ever. With each nibble and bite, the heartbeat in your eager pussy got harder. Sebastian’s tongue licked the crease between your warmth and thigh like he was eating a large ice cream cone. The feeling of him so eager to taste every inch of your body made you moan. You stroked his head, unable to grip his hair with the new style. This made you pout, you loved grabbing his hair and navigating him where you wanted, where you needed. He noticed and shot you a smirk.

“Aw baby, nothing to grab onto anymore?” His voice was sultry and alluring. Your pout got bigger and he laughed softly, sliding up your body, his nose tracing your skin. He met your gaze, scruffy face right in front of yours. Sebastian’s role had him looking like a biker, the fake tattoos that adorned his beefy body were such a sexy sight. He looked like someone who would do coke off your body and if you were into drugs, maybe even regardless, you’d probably let him. Sebastian gripped your face and kissed you, his tongue battling yours as the passion grew. His left hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head, his large fingers wound tightly around you as his other hand slipped between your folds. You instinctively thrust your hips against his fingers and moaned into his mouth. Sebastian hummed, his fingers slick and moving fast.

“You’re already so wet, huh baby?” He moaned against you. He slipped one finger into your entrance and curled it around. You writhed underneath him, wanting so much more but knowing if you begged too early, he would only delay it more. Sebastian could tell how much you wanted him to fuck you, he loved seeing you so eager for him. A smirk formed on his lips again, swollen from your kisses and still red from the blood. He stuck another finger in, feeling your walls and pumping vigorously. You cursed at the feeling and tried to close your legs as it got to be too much. Sebastian stopped, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. He pushed one of your thighs down and held it with his knee then pushed the other and held it against the bed.

“Keep your legs open, naughty girl” he growled, forcing your legs to stay apart. You loved how dominating he could be, how he took control and took what he wanted, knowing you wanted it too.

“Are you going to let me fuck you with my fingers or not, darling?” He questioned in a dark tone, his voice gruff and hungry. You only nodded, unable to speak as you watched him. Sebastian furrowed his brows and smacked his hand against your pussy, you winced and instinctively tried to close your legs again but he had you pinned down.

“Use your words, baby girl.” You loved this side of him. He was such an adorable teddy bear most of the time, blushing at any small praise and singing and dancing around the house. But this side, this side of him was dark and rough. This side would spank you until you were raw and edge you until you blacked out. Sebastian slapped his hand down again, the pain tingled through your core and you loved it.

“Don’t make me ask again, ” he bit your neck then sucked on the spot to soothe it. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” He growled.

“Yes, please, yes,” you moaned.

“Yes, what? ”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” That was all he needed. He dove his fingers back inside of you, thrusting hard and fast, curling and fucking you until your eyes watered. Sebastian panted softly as he pumped inside of you, the feeling of your dripping warmth making his cock harder. He wanted to ravage you, to suck on your pussy until your eyes rolled back. He watched your face, pleasure tying you up in knots, fully pinned down and exposed for him. Your moans filled the room, sweet music to his ears as the sound of your wetness mixed in. He knew it wouldn’t be long before you came, desperate to feel you gush around him. You squeezed your eyes shut and started cussing profusely, hips bucking forward as your walls tightened around his fingers. Sebastian kept his pace, not wanting to lose your release. It only took a few more seconds for you to burst onto his hand, coating his soft fingers.

Despite his current gruff look, Sebastian had soft and smooth hands, perfect for the daily massages he gave you. They were a reminder that no matter how rough he got, he was still a big softie who wanted nothing more than to take care of you. You rode out your orgasm on his fingers until your body stopped twitching. He left your pussy and licked his fingers, moaning at the taste. Sebastian kissed you deeply before releasing your wrists and traveling down to your swollen clit. He sucked and licked up every drop of you and soothed your sore pussy. His tongue entered you and you watched him thrust gently, diving his face into your warmth and back out again. His eyes met yours. What a beautiful sight, seeing him buried deep into you as his blue eyes watched your face twist in pleasure.

Sebastian sat up, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He pulled your ass in the air and spanked it. You flinched and let out a gasping moan. You felt him press his cock against your ass, teasing you as he leaned forward, his chest against your back. He hummed hungrily in your ear as he rubbed against you. You pushed yourself into him, closing any gap and inviting him in. Suddenly you felt the cool touch of metal against your skin. Sebastian had a beautifully designed dagger he loved to tease you with. Something about him dragging a knife along your skin made you feral. Just like when he played a cop in another role and had you suck on his fake pistol. You didn’t know what it was about weapons, maybe you were just so emotionally damaged that you loved the idea of being threatened, but you loved when he’d dominate you with them.

This knife, however, was quite real and quite sharp. One little flick and you’d have a perfect slice in your skin. You didn’t mind it, the pain only added to your pleasure so you loved it when he’d make little cuts. Nothing more serious than a cat scratch or paper cut, but it made you delirious. Sebastian brought the knife up your ribs very carefully, not wanting to actually hurt you, and not wanting to make any mark without your clear consent. The cold blade scraped down your shoulder and arm leaving behind goosebumps. He brought it up to your cheek and you stayed perfectly still, seeing your eyes in the reflection. He teased the sharp edge against your skin then brought it back to a place that would be easier to hide. The blade crept across your hip and he pushed in, ever so slightly, until you told him he could go all the way. As soon as he had that consent, he pressed the knife harder until blood trickled down it and dripped down your thigh. You moaned as he used the dull side of the knife to scrape up the blood before it hit the sheets, smearing it against your back like jam on toast.

Your knees spread further apart as you pressed your stomach to the bed and opened up against his crotch. Sebastian made another little slice on your hip and caught the blood again until your back was spotted with splotches of red. He leaned forward again, putting the knife back in its cover and pressing it into your mouth as a gag. You moaned around it, unable to swallow properly so you dribbled a little against the leather sheath. Sebastian pressed his cock against your vagina and bit your ear.

“What color are you, baby?” He asked in a whisper. You used the color system so he knew if you were still comfortable with everything being on. Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for stop. He pulled the knife from your mouth so you could speak.

“Green, Sebastian, so fucking green.” You were desperate for him. As the words fell from your lips, he shoved himself into you with a groan. You moaned into the leather that he held back in your mouth. His cock filled you up to your max, despite being wet, you were still tight and filled to the brim. You moaned uncontrollably as he pounded into you, so rough yet so caring. His right hand left the knife and gripped your hip, squeezing the cuts he made and getting covered in your blood. You winced and gripped your teeth into the sheath and closed your eyes. His panting became louder and more erratic as his cock slammed into you. The pleasure rocked through his body as your ass slapped against his skin.

Sebastian’s left hand came around your neck, gently squeezing your throat as he pounded, never losing pace. The combination of his cock, his hand on your cut hip, and his other hand on your throat was making you crazy. You felt yourself becoming delirious with pleasure. Tears dripping from your shut eyes, pussy pouring down his cock and the inside of your thighs, and knots forming in your stomach. With a few swift, rough slams, Sebastian was pressed heavily against you, moaning loudly as he shot warm cum into your vagina. He pushed into you as hard as he could as he emptied. When you felt the warmth of him, the knots in your stomach released and you squirted everything you had left onto his thick thighs and cock, flooding the bed beneath you. Sebastian pulled out and sat on his heels for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he helped you turn over. You were breathless, chest rising and falling as you watched him climb on top of you. He laid soft kisses on your breasts and collarbone, leading up your neck and cheek until he met your lips in a passionate kiss.

You stroked his prickly short hair as his face laid on your shoulder, his soft side coming out again as he nuzzled into you.

“I love you so much baby,” you kissed the top of his head. He looked up at you with that adorable smile, the complete opposite of the rough sex you just had. You were so madly in love with him, your heart felt like it might explode just from the look he was giving you.

“I love you too darling, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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likeahorribledream · 3 years ago

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» CHAPTER TWELVE: ALLIES

SUMMARY: Bucky and Steve confront Brock and alliances are formed.

PAIRING: Biker!Bucky x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

Warnings: Mentions of cheating and sex. Violence. Stalking. All I know about MCs is what I saw in SoA and Mayans M.C. so please take this with a grain of salt.

Note: In this story, Biker!Bucky looks like Chris from the movie Destroyer (with better tattoos). Bucky also has two flesh arms and never had to get the left one amputated. Biker!Steve looks like Nomad!Steve with lots of tattoos and rings.

Due to the nature of this AU, this series will be 18+. Minors DNI. If you chose to read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption. You have been warned.

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» CHAPTER ELEVEN: PROBLEMS

The text Bucky gets from Steve leaves him uneasy. He's relieved he got you to stay at the clubhouse until everything is settled, clearly Brock doesn't seem to want to give up until he's succeeded to do whatever it is he's planning to do. Waiting for you at your house? That's a new level of crazy Bucky didn't know Brock had.

Though he knows he should tell you now, he decides to wait until after you're done with your lesson. He doesn't want you getting hurt because you're scared.

He puts his phone back into the inner pocket of his kutte and gets out of your car, quickly walking over to your side to open the door for you.

"Ready?" He smiles, helping you up.

"I guess." You chuckle.

"You'll do great." He takes your hand and leads you inside.

"What's up, Bucky?" The man behind the counter greets him.

"Hey man. Is the spot outside available? I want to teach her how to shoot."

"Sure. You know the way. D'you need ammo?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks."

Bucky takes you outside and leads you down a path outside until you're deep in the woods. There are a few mannequins lined up at different spots, filled with bullet holes.

Bucky lets go of your hand and takes the gun out of his waistband and the box of bullets out of his pocket.

"Before you shoot, I want to explain to you how a gun works. If you don't know how it works, you can't use it properly."

He starts by explaining to you each part and what it does, what moves and what doesn't, how to reload it and how to fix it if it jams. He takes it one step at a time and makes sure you understand before moving on to the next step. When he feels like you understand completely, he moves you a little further to the side and shows you how to hold it and where you're going to feel the kick.

"Deep breath in." He holds his breath and steadies himself before pulling the trigger, hitting the closest mannequin right in the forehead. Then he exhales. "That thing doesn't move so it's going to be different in real life if you ever need to use it but if someone comes at you, just empty the whole clip in them if you have to. It doesn't matter where you hit them, it just matters that you do. Come here."

You come closer and let him move you in front of him. He puts the gun in your hand.

"You don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're ready to shoot, ok? You keep it pointed to the ground, if you walk with it or run with it, always point it to the ground."

You nod and wait for your next instruction.

Bucky lets you lower your hands so that you're pointing the gun to the ground and moves your feet and your hips to put you in the right position. He puts his hands under both of your arms and pushes them up. You hold the gun like you saw him do earlier.

"You need to hold it tightly, but not too tight otherwise you're going to hurt yourself." He watches you move your hands. "There you go." He puts one of his hands on your stomach and taps gently with the tip of his fingers. "Engage that core baby girl."

You do as you're told, trying not to laugh.

It takes another full two minutes before he lets you shoot. You miss your target by a few inches but you still manage to hit the mannequin.

"Yes!" Bucky cheers you on. "Look at you. If you keep practicing you'll be almost as good as I am."

You snort and shake your head.

"Hey, don't laugh. I'm a perfect shot." He pinches your right hip, making you laugh.

"Prove it." You give him the gun and take a step back.

"Headshot?"

You shake your head. "That's too easy." You look at the mannequins and smirk. "Right here." You show him the little dip at the base of your throat between your collarbones.

You're more than impressed when you see him hit them all at that exact spot with one bullet each. "Are you living a double life as a sniper or something?" You laugh.

He shrugs. "I'm just gifted."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Can I try again?"

"Sure." He smiles.

You keep going until the clip is empty and you've hit a few headshots. You look at Bucky with a smug smile. "I might be even better than you."

"Let's not get crazy." He laughs and reloads it. "Ready to go?"

It's starting to get dark outside.

"Yes, let's go." You walk up the path you came from earlier, looking at the birds who keep flying away every time they hear a gunshot.

"Toots?" Bucky calls out from behind you.

"Yeah?" You look over your shoulder.

"I gotta tell you something."

You stop walking, his tone makes your heart suddenly racing, and you turn around to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Steve sent me a picture." He takes out his phone to show you.

"That's my street and my house."

He nods and points to a car. "That's Rumlow's car."

Your eyes widen. "When did Steve take that picture?"

"Right before we walked in."

"So he's been waiting for me?" You stare at the picture.

"It seems like it." Bucky puts away his phone, forcing you to bring your attention back to him. "Steve and I are gonna have a chat with him."

You frown. "What does that mean?"

He hesitates. "Do you want the truth?"

"I do."

"It means that we'll be telling him to back off and if he doesn't understand then we'll have to get violent."

You nod slowly, trying to process everything.

"I'm sorry baby, I know you didn't sign up for any of this. I-" He sighs and rubs at his beard nervously. "I understand if it's too much and you need to step away from all of it, from me."

"What? No." You shake your head disapprovingly. "I didn't say that. Do you want to break up?"

Bucky's laugh startles you. "Break up with you? Not even if someone held a gun to my head, Toots."

He takes your hands and pulls you into his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours on both sides. "I want to marry you someday, have lots of cute babies that look like their mom. If it's something that you want. I definitely do not want to break up. Not now, not ever." He presses his lips to your forehead.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, leaning into his touch.

"Just try not to get arrested if you go after Brock. We can't do any of that if you're in jail and I'm out here."

He chuckles. "I promise I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere either." You smile, looking up at him.

"Let's go back to the clubhouse, then we'll call Steve and figure out what we're going to do to take that asshole down."

"He's more obsessed with you than I am, and that's saying something." You say as you start walking toward your car again.

"That means you need to step up your game, beautiful." He bumps gently into you, teasing you.

‘’I’ll ask Brock for some pointers next time he breaks into my house.’’ You bump back into him, chuckling.

‘’It’s the last thing he’s going to do if he ever steps into your house again.’’

‘’No one is killing anyone in my house. I’m the one who’s going to have to clean up afterwards.’’

‘’I promise I’ll clean up.’’ He grins, getting in your car.

You get in right after. ‘’You better.’’

While driving back to the clubhouse, Bucky keeps an eye on his surroundings to make sure he’s not being followed by anyone. He doesn’t really know just how crazy Rumlow is and he wants to be prepared for anything.

Bucky makes a quick pit stop at the store to buy food for breakfast and dinner now that you’re both going to be eating at the clubhouse, he just needs to take everything in his room during the day otherwise the other guys are going to eat everything and you’ll be left with nothing.

He puts everything he bought in the kitchen, no one is supposed to be coming around this weekend so it should be fine. Once he’s done he makes sure that the door is locked and you both go back to his room and sit on his bed to call Steve. Bucky sits first, with his back against the headboard and then he gestures for you to sit between his legs which you quickly do. You lean back against him and put your hands on his thighs. He takes his phone out of his pocket and holds it in front of the two of you with one hand, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

‘’Are you sure you want to hear all of this?’’

You nod. ‘’Yes. He’s my problem too. I want to know.’’

‘’You’re the boss.’’ He kisses your cheek and calls Steve via FaceTime.

‘’Hey guys.’’ Steve says after answering the call.

‘’Any news?’’ Bucky asks him right away.

‘’I’ve been circling the block a few times since I sent you the picture. I think he’s gone, I just don’t know where.’’

‘’Has he tried going back into my house?’’

Steve shakes his head no. ‘’Not that I’ve seen. I haven’t gotten out of my truck to go see just in case. I don’t want him to know we’re onto him just yet.’’

‘’What’s the plan?’’ Bucky speaks again.

‘’I’m thinking we show up at his house tomorrow, just you and me. We’ll try talking some sense into him and see where it goes from there. There’s not much we can do with him being a police officer and everything. The asshole could throw us in jail before we even have time to do anything. We’re gonna have to be smart on this one. We can’t be too impulsive.’’

Bucky nods in agreement. ‘’What time?’’

‘’I don’t know, like 2 pm? We shouldn’t draw too much attention at that hour. But I mean it Buck, we need to be very careful about what we do, what we say and how we say it. We’re only getting one chance at this.’’

‘’I hear you, man. I just want Toots safe, I won’t do anything that could make the situation even worse for us and for her.’’

You squeeze his thighs gently and he kisses your shoulder.

‘’Don’t do that in front of me.’’ Steve purses his lips, grimacing.

‘’Do what?’’ Bucky frowns, looking up at the screen.

‘’Kissing.’’

Bucky rolls his eyes. ‘’Jesus, calm down. I kissed her shoulder, I didn’t shove my tongue down her throat.’’

‘’Yeah but I know you it starts with the shoulder and ends with no clothes on.’’

‘’Don’t be dramatic. If you want to see some action, there are websites for that. I’m not showing you my girl. Perv.’’

‘’I didn’t say I wanted to see anything, I was saying that-’’

‘’Oh my god, please stop. The both of you. You’re acting like children.’’ You cut them off. ‘’Thank you Steve for checking up on my house. Bucky’s going to text you later for tomorrow. Now say good night boys.’’

‘’Bye.’’ Steve gives you a little wave and hangs up.

‘’Why did you cut me off? I was winning.’’ Bucky tosses his phone on his bed.

‘’No baby, you were both losing. No one was winning this argument.’’

He wraps both of his arms tightly around you and peppers the side of your face with soft kisses. ‘’Are you going to be ok tomorrow? Staying here by yourself while I go with Steve?’’

‘’I should be. Our problem will be at his house with you, I’ll be safe.’’

‘’I’ll keep my phone with me, if there’s anything you call me and I’ll be here in 5 minutes.’’

‘’Just be careful, ok? We don’t know how unhinged he is.’’

‘’I’ll be careful, I promise.’’ He rests his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes just to enjoy the few moments of calm he has with you.

In moments like this one, you can’t help but wonder if maybe Bucky will get tired of you and how boring you are. Since you’ve started dating you’ve only been doing the same thing over and over again. Eat dinner and watch TV. You’ve been on a date once and then that was it. You know that he’s used to going to parties, showing off the girls he’s sleeping with and just having fun but with you it doesn’t even come close to that. You can’t go anywhere because you don’t want people to know you’re together, you’re stuck inside with nothing fun to do. You don’t mind because that’s what you’re used to, Jace never really took you anywhere and now you know why, but Bucky is used to a very different lifestyle.

‘’What are you thinking about?’’ He can tell you’re deep in thoughts because you’re tensing up with each passing moment.

‘’Nothing.’’

Bucky knows that you’re lying but he decides not to push it. ‘’Want me to go make dinner? Then we can watch something.’’

‘’Sure.’’ You shrug and move to get up but he holds you back.

‘’Ok, what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing, I know when you’re lying.’’

You sigh. ‘’How are you not getting bored of this? Of us? Of me? You used to go to parties almost every night, you used to go out and have fun and now you’re stuck inside with me just sitting, eating and watching TV. Every day, every night it’s the same thing over and over again.’’

‘’Hey, hey, hey.’’ He turns your head to the side to make you look at him. ‘’Where’s all this coming from?’’

‘’It’s Saturday night and we’re going to be lying in bed watching TV until we fall asleep. Three months ago you were probably already pretty buzzed right about now.’’

‘’So?’’

‘’So, you went from having fun and going to parties to being literally stuck inside to watch TV.’’

‘’Stop using that word. Stuck. I’m not stuck. I want to be here, I want to be doing this. Don’t compare what we have with what I was doing before I met you because I’m a different guy now. I’d take one night in with you over a thousand nights out at parties any day. I don’t care what we do or if we’ve done it already, I want to spend time with you. Maybe we don’t go out but we have fun together. We talk and we laugh, that’s more than enough for me. Do I wish we could go out? Of course I do. I’d love to be able to take you on dates and show to everyone that I managed to find an amazing girl but I’m not mad that I get to keep you all to myself either. I love you and as long as I get to spend time with you, I don’t care about what we do I just care that I’m doing it with you.’’ He kisses the tip of your nose. ‘’Ok, beautiful?’’

‘’Ok.’’ You say quietly.

‘’If you really want to shake things up, I can let you cook.’’

You chuckle, knowing he’s not serious, and Bucky smiles. ‘’There she is. Now let’s go eat. I’m starving.’’ He pecks your lips and lets go of you, watching you get up.

Bucky gets up on his side and quickly walks around the bed to follow you. ‘’You’re going to be dessert, by the way.’’ He winks at you and slaps your butt playfully, rushing down the stairs before you can get to him. His heart does a few somersaults in his chest when he hears your laugh echo against the walls of the staircase.

He’d much, much rather spend time alone with you in his small room than go out to a party and get drunk. Your laugh is the only music he needs to have a good time.

Steve shows up right on time the next day, ready to go take care of business.

"I took my truck, if we want to get a jump on him we can't let him know we're coming."

"Good thinking."

Bucky tells you at least twice before leaving that you need to lock the door behind him, go to his room and stay there until he's back and to call him right away if something's wrong. Steve almost has to drag him outside for him to stop talking and you can’t help but laugh at how adorable he’s being.

‘’I’ll be fine, Jamie. Just go.’’ You smile, nudging him gently toward Steve and the door.

‘’Ok, ok.’’ He raises both of his hands up in surrender. ‘’I’m going.’’

Steve is just about to open the door when Bucky stops him.

‘’Hold on.’’

‘’What now?’’ Steve rolls his eyes.

Bucky grabs you by the waist and pushes you toward him as he leans down to kiss you.

Steve groans. ‘’Come on.’’

Bucky stops the kiss and smiles. ‘’I love you.’’ He whispers close to your lips before giving you a quick kiss.

‘’Bucky, let’s go. We don’t have all day. Sweets is going to be here when you come back.’’

‘’I’ll be back soon.’’ Bucky says to you as Steve grabs him by the arm and drags him outside and to his truck.

‘’Be careful.’’ You call out after them, watching as they get into the truck.

As promised you close the door and lock it right away, before going up to Bucky’s room while you wait.

Bucky’s right leg bounces the whole ride to Brock’s house, worrying Steve.

‘’Are you sure you want to do this?’’ Steve glances at his friend’s leg then back on the road.

‘’Yes, why?’’ He frowns, confused.

‘’You seem a little nervous.’’ Steve points to his leg.

‘’I am nervous but not because of that. I don’t like how crazy he’s getting. Going after us is one thing but going after our girls? I didn’t think he’d ever stoop that low.’’

‘’Yeah, that’s why we need to be careful on how we’re going to deal with him. The retaliation this confrontation could cause could end up on any of the girls.’’

Bucky sighs, knowing that Steve is most definitely right. ‘’We only get physical if we have to.’’

Steve nods, agreeing.

Brock’s car is in his driveway, which is a good sign that he’s home. It’s also the only car so probably no guests. Steve parks the truck a few houses down and both men get out.

‘’How are we doing this?’’ Bucky asks, looking at the house.

‘’Let’s go ring the doorbell.’’

Once they’re on his porch, both men stand on either side of the door and wait after Steve is done ringing the doorbell.

‘’What the fuck do you want?’’ Brock asks as soon as he opens the doors.

‘’Just wanted to show you how to get into someone’s house. The sun needs to be up, you are gonna want to use the front door and you either knock on the door or ring the bell, then you wait until someone opens the door and invites you in. Did I forget something?’’ Bucky turns to look at Steve at his last question.

‘’I think that’s pretty much it.’’ He nods.

‘’What are you on about?’’

Bucky pushes Brock back enough so that both him and Steve can walk inside. Steve closes the front door behind him before crossing his arms over his chest.

‘’What the hell were you doing breaking into Toots’ house in the middle of the night?’’

‘’Toots? Your girl, you mean? I never went to her house. I don’t even know where she lives.’’

‘’I saw you leave, dumbass.’’

‘’Oops.’’ Brock smiles, clearly he has no regrets. ‘’Where is she by the way? I was waiting for her to come home, have a little chat but she never showed up.’’

Bucky takes a step closer, his blood boiling in his veins. He’s a few stupid comments away from grabbing Brock by the neck and throw him through a wall. He’s so angry.

‘’Buck.’’ Steve says in a warning tone.

That’s enough for Bucky to hold himself back but just barely. ‘’You better stay the fuck away from her.

‘’Or what?’’ Brock smirks, looking too confident for Bucky’s taste. ‘’You and your little club will kick my ass?’’ Now it’s Brock’s turn to get in Bucky’s face. ‘’I’m the goddamn police. I’m untouchable. I can do whatever the fuck I want and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. So if I were you I’d watch my back and I’d sleep with one eye open because I’m going to take all of you down. One by one. The same goes for your little entourage.’’ Brock’s facial expression turns into a snarl, making him look even crazier than he usually does. ‘’I’m going to keep you for last, Barnes. I want to see your face when you lose everyone around you. Especially your hot little girlfriend. Or maybe I’ll just keep her, I haven’t decided yet.’’

Bucky is just about to explode. He’s never wanted to wring someone’s neck more than he does now. The worst thing about it is that he’s right. Brock really is untouchable, he is the police. That’s a line even they can’t cross. Bucky doesn’t care if someone threatens him but when they threaten his brothers, his family, his friends and you that’s when he loses it.

Thankfully he has Steve here with him to hold him back because he’s pretty sure Brock would be dead by now.

‘’Bucky, let’s go.’’ Steve puts one hand on his friend’s shoulder to try and get him to move.

‘’Listen to your president, VP. While you still can.’’ Brock smirks again, he’s clearly loving the effect he has on Bucky.

Steve has to physically come between both men to make sure Bucky doesn’t kill him right then and there. ‘’Don’t fall for it. He’s trying to provoke you, get a rise out of you. Just walk away.’’

Steve stays between them while Bucky turns around and walks to the door. It’s like he knew what was about to happen.

‘’Kiss my girl for me, will ya? Tell her that she’ll be put out of her misery soon. She’ll have a real man to take care of her, not some no-good pathetic little mechanic.’’

Bucky freezes in his tracks and slowly turns around, glaring at Brock. Then not even a second later Bucky is rushing to Brock, Steve barely has time to catch Bucky because of how fast he is moving. For the second time that day, Steve needs to drag Bucky outside but this time around it’s a lot harder. Bucky is really strong in an everyday situation and he gets twice as strong with adrenaline pumping through his veins, making it almost impossible for Steve to hold him back.

‘’Bucky you need to calm down and walk away if you don’t want to end up cuffed and in jail. If you’re in jail you can’t look after Sweets. She needs you more than you need to break his jaw. It’s not worth it.’’ Steve tries to reason with him, knowing that mentioning your name would be enough to snap him out of it.

Bucky finally turns around on his own and walks toward Steve’s truck.

‘’Take me to her, I’m not letting her out of my sight anymore.’’

Steve only drops Bucky off in front of the clubhouse and goes straight home. Bucky quickly unlocks the door, walks in then closes and locks it again. He rushes up the stairs, taking them two by two and almost swings the door open. The door opening so violently scares you as you have been reading peacefully.

‘’Damn it, James. You scared the crap out of me.’’ You bring your hand to your chest, feeling your heart pound against your ribcage.

‘’We need to talk.’’ He takes off his boots and throws them in the corner next to the door before walking over to you and taking your closed book out of your hands to put it on top of your nightstand.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ You sit a little straighter, watching Bucky and noticing how tense he is.

‘’You’re going to have someone with you at all times from now on. If it’s not me then it’ll be one of the other guys. Even if you’re with Nat, you gotta have one of the guys with you.’’ He sits in front of you and looks at you seriously.

Your heart is now pounding in your chest for very different reasons. ‘’James, you’re scaring me.’’

‘’Brock is going after all of us. He wants to take down the club, including our families. Since he hates me the most, he really wants to hurt me and that means hurting you.’’ He moves a little closer and takes your hands in his. ‘’I’m so sorry, Toots. I promise I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. We’re gonna have to talk to the club and tell them what Brock said. No one goes anywhere alone until this is settled, ok?’’

‘’Ok.’’ You say quietly.

Bucky opens his arms. ‘’Come here, beautiful, I need to hold you.’’

You climb in his lap and he wraps his arms tightly around you.

‘’I love you so much.’’ Bucky kisses your forehead.

‘’I love you too.’’ You put your arms around him, holding onto the back of his kutte.

On Monday morning, both Brock and Steve are doing phone calls to arrange different meetings.

Steve calls in a meeting before the garage opens. He needs everyone at the table and once he’s got everyone, he tells them what’s been happening with Brock while leaving out the details that Bucky was at your house when Brock broke in. He warns everyone to be on high alert, war has been pretty much declared and no one is safe. They don’t know how far Brock’s reach goes, Steve doesn’t want to take any chances. No one goes anywhere alone, he wants frequent check-ins and he wants for everyone to come see him if something doesn’t feel right.

‘’They weren’t empty threats. Brock is really coming after us and nothing will stop him. Be careful, lay low and try to avoid going places where you can be easily spotted. We’re dealing with a police officer, I don’t want any of you to end up in jail alone, with no protection.’’

Shortly after, everyone goes back to work and for the first time since you’ve started at the garage you can’t hear a single word being said. All the guys are working in silence. You just don’t know whether they are very focused or lost in their thoughts.

You watch as Steve takes Nat inside the clubhouse to tell her exactly what he has just said to the club.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and he smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes like it usually would. The dark circles under his eyes are a dead giveaway that he didn’t sleep last night but you already knew that because you had woken up every time he moved around. He kept holding onto you like his life depended on it and you hate to see him so worried about something that isn’t his fault. Bucky blames himself for everything that goes wrong and you don’t know why he does it. The tension is at an all time high and nothing even happened.

Yet.

While Steve and the club were busy meeting to talk about the war that’s about to start, Brock was making a phone call of his own to get some back up. The perks of being a police officer are that he has access to a database and can find anyone’s phone number.

Even your ex’s.

‘’Hello?’’

‘’Is this Jace?’’

‘’Yeah… Who’s this?’’

‘’My name is Brock Rumlow. You don’t know me but it seems we have a common enemy. Bucky Barnes. Your ex’s new boyfriend.’’

‘’Why are you calling me?’’ Jace doesn’t have time for this kind of nonsense and it can be heard in his voice that he’s already annoyed.

‘’I want to take him down and I heard through the grapevine that you might have the resources I need to do so.’’

Jace hums. ‘’I’m listening.’’

‘’I want to take him and his stupid little motorcycle club down but I don’t have enough men power. I heard you had planned on sending some guys after Bucky to scare him straight, do you think they’d still be down for the job?’’

‘’I’m sure they’d be more than happy to help with your little problem.’’

‘’How much is that going to cost me?’’

‘’Nothing. I’ll handle it.’’

Brock smirks, he had hoped that Jace was going to say that. ‘’What do you want in return? Your girl unharmed?’’

‘’I want Bucky Barnes dead. I want him to suffer. As for her, the only thing I’m asking is that she doesn’t die. She doesn’t have to be unharmed but at the end of the day I want her crawling back to me. Figuratively or literally, that’s up to you.’’

Brock is actually quite impressed. He thought he was ruthless but it looks like he’s found worse than him. Jace has said everything Brock had wanted to hear.

He’ll make sure that Bucky goes down bloody and that you suffer a lot before he does. He wants the last thing that Bucky sees before dying is you screaming in pain.

This is going to be fun.

» CHAPTER THIRTEEN: UNINVITED GUESTS

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moongoddessmox · 3 years ago

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Trailer Fever. (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Warning: 18+, smut, smut, smut. Knife play, blood play, domination, m/f orgasm, p in v, oral (female receiving), light choking, mouth gag, mentions of cuts and bruising, all consensual.

Word Count: 2,561

Pairing: dom!Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian have rough sex in his trailer on the set of Destroyer. Just smut, that's all.

A/N: something about Sebastian Stan in Destroyer makes me absolutely feral, so here's this. As per usual, crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes. Excuse any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and briefly edited it on my computer.

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Sebastian grazed his fingers up your arm, tingles and chills surged through the spots he touched. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as his lips gently brushed against your skin, his hot breath teasing you and making you throb. His short hair was prickly against your cheek as his lips found your shoulder, kissing it with wet lips and sliding a tongue along the bone. Sebastian's hands felt their way down your sides to the front of your body, diving into your pants and tracing your slit through your panties.

You tipped your head back, pressing it against his as you moaned. He slid his lips up to your neck and you turned your head to kiss him. Sebastian's tongue licked across your lips and you allowed him entrance. Your tongues collided and you deepened into him as much as you possibly could. His mouth was warm and wet and blended with yours in a passionate embrace, one people dream to experience once in their life. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to get to kiss him like this every day.

You pushed your ass against his crotch and teased him, rubbing it around slightly feeling him get harder through his jeans.

"Naughty girl, you know better than that, " Sebastian's voice was low, almost a growl, and so intimidating. If you hadn't liked his consequences for being a tease, you might actually be scared.

You smirked against him, flashing seductive eyes into his piercing blue ones. He bit your lip, pulling on it, leaving a cut and blood behind. The rusty taste filled your mouth as he flipped you around so that your body was facing him and your naked chest was pressed to his. He was ripped, the product of the movie he was filming. His dusty jeans hung low on his hips and his V was very defined. You moved a finger up the crease of one side and watched him buck his hips as it tickled him. Sebastian let out a laugh that could have been mistaken for a grunt, and tangled a hand in your hair, gripping tight and smashing you to his mouth again. He tsked and nodded disapprovingly such a tease. Your hands ran over his shaved head; you didn't usually like buzz cuts, but something about Sebastian was different. He could pull off anything.

"Like the new hair?" He smirked. It was the first time you were seeing him with it. Today was the first day of filming and you had been waiting in his trailer for him to get it cut. When he walked in, it was like a primal desire rushed through you, you wanted to attack him with kisses until he fucked the living daylights out of you.

"You actually look really fucking hot, " you breathed heavily, still panting from his kisses. His smirk only got bigger, his eyes dark with lust. He kissed you again, squeezing your face in his hands; you could almost feel all the lust radiating from his large body. His scruffy face scratched yours but you pulled him closer. Sebastian picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, his erect member pressing into your crotch. You wanted to release him, feel his tip brush lightly at your clit until you allowed him entrance to fuck you raw. This look of his brought out a whole new brand of desire in you, you felt insatiable and you hadn't even fucked him yet.

"Fuck me, Sebastian, please," you begged. You couldn't wait any longer. He gripped your thighs until his nails cut into the skin, little beads of blood formed and you knew there would be bruises later but you didn't care. The sweet sting only added to your pleasure and seeing little bits of blood on Sebastian's hands turned you on. His lips were stained red from your bleeding lip and your heartbeat felt like a thud. Sebastian threw you on the bed in his large trailer and stripped down. His perfect, muscular, naked body was starting to become shiny from the humidity you created. His cock was fully erect and ready to pound into you. You untied your pants and Sebastian tugged them off, discarding them somewhere behind him. His lips kissed up your thighs, biting, licking, and sucking the soft skin.

As he got closer to your dripping warmth, your legs twitched in anticipation. Sebastian's eyes looked up at yours and you watched him chew on your legs. The sight made you hornier than ever. With each nibble and bite, the heartbeat in your eager pussy got harder. Sebastian's tongue licked the crease between your warmth and thigh like he was eating a large ice cream cone. The feeling of him so eager to taste every inch of your body made you moan. You stroked his head, unable to grip his hair with the new style. This made you pout, you loved grabbing his hair and navigating him where you wanted, where you needed. He noticed and shot you a smirk.

"Aw baby, nothing to grab onto anymore?" His voice was sultry and alluring. Your pout got bigger and he laughed softly, sliding up your body, his nose tracing your skin. He met your gaze, scruffy face right in front of yours. Sebastian's role had him looking like a biker, the fake tattoos that adorned his beefy body were such a sexy sight. He looked like someone who would do coke off your body and if you were into drugs, maybe even regardless, you'd probably let him. Sebastian gripped your face and kissed you, his tongue battling yours as the passion grew. His left hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head, his large fingers wound tightly around you as his other hand slipped between your folds. You instinctively thrust your hips against his fingers and moaned into his mouth. Sebastian hummed, his fingers slick and moving fast.

"You're already so wet, huh baby?" He moaned against you. He slipped one finger into your entrance and curled it around. You writhed underneath him, wanting so much more but knowing if you begged too early, he would only delay it more. Sebastian could tell how much you wanted him to fuck you, he loved seeing you so eager for him. A smirk formed on his lips again, swollen from your kisses and still red from the blood. He stuck another finger in, feeling your walls and pumping vigorously. You cursed at the feeling and tried to close your legs as it got to be too much. Sebastian stopped, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. He pushed one of your thighs down and held it with his knee then pushed the other and held it against the bed.

"Keep your legs open, naughty girl" he growled, forcing your legs to stay apart. You loved how dominating he could be, how he took control and took what he wanted, knowing you wanted it too.

"Are you going to let me fuck you with my fingers or not, darling?" He questioned in a dark tone, his voice gruff and hungry. You only nodded, unable to speak as you watched him. Sebastian furrowed his brows and smacked his hand against your pussy, you winced and instinctively tried to close your legs again but he had you pinned down.

"Use your words, baby girl." You loved this side of him. He was such an adorable teddy bear most of the time, blushing at any small praise and singing and dancing around the house. But this side, this side of him was dark and rough. This side would spank you until you were raw and edge you until you blacked out. Sebastian slapped his hand down again, the pain tingled through your core and you loved it.

"Don't make me ask again, " he bit your neck then sucked on the spot to soothe it. "Are you going to let me fuck you?" He growled.

"Yes, please, yes," you moaned.

"Yes, what? "

"Yes, sir."

“Good girl.” That was all he needed. He dove his fingers back inside of you, thrusting hard and fast, curling and fucking you until your eyes watered. Sebastian panted softly as he pumped inside of you, the feeling of your dripping warmth making his cock harder. He wanted to ravage you, to suck on your pussy until your eyes rolled back. He watched your face, pleasure tying you up in knots, fully pinned down and exposed for him. Your moans filled the room, sweet music to his ears as the sound of your wetness mixed in. He knew it wouldn't be long before you came, desperate to feel you gush around him. You squeezed your eyes shut and started cussing profusely, hips bucking forward as your walls tightened around his fingers. Sebastian kept his pace, not wanting to lose your release. It only took a few more seconds for you to burst onto his hand, coating his soft fingers.

Sebastian sat up, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He pulled your ass in the air and spanked it. You flinched and let out a gasping moan. You felt him press his cock against your ass, teasing you as he leaned forward, his chest against your back. He hummed hungrily in your ear as he rubbed against you. You pushed yourself into him, closing any gap and inviting him in. Suddenly you felt the cool touch of metal against your skin. Sebastian had a beautifully designed dagger he loved to tease you with. Something about him dragging a knife along your skin made you feral. Just like when he played a cop in another role and had you suck on his fake pistol. You didn't know what it was about weapons, maybe you were just so emotionally damaged that you loved the idea of being threatened, but you loved when he'd dominate you with them.

This knife, however, was quite real and quite sharp. One little flick and you'd have a perfect slice in your skin. You didn't mind it, the pain only added to your pleasure so you loved it when he'd make little cuts. Nothing more serious than a cat scratch or paper cut, but it made you delirious. Sebastian brought the knife up your ribs very carefully, not wanting to actually hurt you, and not wanting to make any mark without your clear consent. The cold blade scraped down your shoulder and arm leaving behind goosebumps. He brought it up to your cheek and you stayed perfectly still, seeing your eyes in the reflection. He teased the sharp edge against your skin then brought it back to a place that would be easier to hide. The blade crept across your hip and he pushed in, ever so slightly, until you told him he could go all the way. As soon as he had that consent, he pressed the knife harder until blood trickled down it and dripped down your thigh. You moaned as he used the dull side of the knife to scrape up the blood before it hit the sheets, smearing it against your back like jam on toast.

"What color are you, baby?" He asked in a whisper. You used the color system so he knew if you were still comfortable with everything being on. Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for stop. He pulled the knife from your mouth so you could speak.

"Green, Sebastian, so fucking green." You were desperate for him. As the words fell from your lips, he shoved himself into you with a groan. You moaned into the leather that he held back in your mouth. His cock filled you up to your max, despite being wet, you were still tight and filled to the brim. You moaned uncontrollably as he pounded into you, so rough yet so caring. His right hand left the knife and gripped your hip, squeezing the cuts he made and getting covered in your blood. You winced and gripped your teeth into the sheath and closed your eyes. His panting became louder and more erratic as his cock slammed into you. The pleasure rocked through his body as your ass slapped against his skin.

Sebastian's left hand came around your neck, gently squeezing your throat as he pounded, never losing pace. The combination of his cock, his hand on your cut hip, and his other hand on your throat was making you crazy. You felt yourself becoming delirious with pleasure. Tears dripping from your shut eyes, pussy pouring down his cock and the inside of your thighs, and knots forming in your stomach. With a few swift, rough slams, Sebastian was pressed heavily against you, moaning loudly as he shot warm cum into your vagina. He pushed into you as hard as he could as he emptied. When you felt the warmth of him, the knots in your stomach released and you squirted everything you had left onto his thick thighs and cock, flooding the bed beneath you. Sebastian pulled out and sat on his heels for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he helped you turn over. You were breathless, chest rising and falling as you watched him climb on top of you. He laid soft kisses on your breasts and collarbone, leading up your neck and cheek until he met your lips in a passionate kiss.

You stroked his prickly short hair as his face laid on your shoulder, his soft side coming out again as he nuzzled into you.

"I love you so much baby," you kissed the top of his head. He looked up at you with that adorable smile, the complete opposite of the rough sex you just had. You were so madly in love with him, your heart felt like it might explode just from the look he was giving you.

"I love you too darling, let's get you cleaned up."

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correctto1quotes · 2 years ago

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warning: NSFW

J.You: Life tip, whatever dumbass name you get Siri to call you is what your iPhone automatically signs your emails as.

J.You: I have been applying to jobs for the last 2 months as "Queef."

Renta: Oh god. (turns phone around to reveal his email signature, "Renta" with "Nugget Fucker 8000" written underneath it)

Chihoon: OH! OH MY GOD! NO! HOLY SHIT! IVE BEEN APPLYING TO JOBS AS "ANAL DESTROYER"!!!!

#incorrect kpop quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect to1 #to1 #btw it's my birthday today!#happy birthday to me lol

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plainlo-inthemorning · 3 years ago

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A little written-in-the-middle-of-the-night Loki fic snippet that just grew another leg. TVA Loki + Lokane. Rating T.

(First part is here)

Shine a Light, part II

The tempad feels hot and slippery in his palm as he stalks down the hallway, quickly putting distance between himself and the hunter he left unconscious amidst overturned chairs and tables in the canteen.

The mess had already been there, leftovers from workers rushing panicked to man their stations. He had simply added one more touch.

Tiny droplets of sweat bead his brow and blood has started seeping though the tear in his crumbled shirt.

The fabric is clinging wetly to his bicep, but in the mayhem unfolding around him, nobody gives him a second glance.

For the first time, he is thankful at least to be wearing the anonymous uniform dictated by the oppressors.

He reaches the kill me kind of room again and shuts the door behind him.

You were meant to cause suffering and death.

You’re a cosmic mistake.

You were meant to die at the hands of the mad titan.

Lies.

All lies.

Still projected on the wall is the paused image of a lost memory of his unfulfilled fate.

He sees himself, Thor and her on the barren planet with the black soil. The man he never became is lying on the ground, Thor cradling him.

She watches them both in shock.

It resonates in his bones. He has to go there.

He has to reach his brother at this precise, excruciatingly rare moment of heroism. His act of heroism.

Before the scheming and deceit poison their bond once more in an endless loop of disappointment.

In this moment, all is forgiven. Thor will listen and help. A different path will branch.

And he has to go to her.

It is ludicrous, this riddle, yet the truth of it presses hard on his chest.

On the grainy roll of film, he saved her life and her eyes bore into his with such intensity, his acute need still reverberates like an echo between the walls of the kill me kind of room.

The smell of lilacs lingers.

What will happen when he faces his own self on the timeline, he can’t imagine. Also, he gives it little thought at this late stage with universal logic already suspended as it is. Hopefully he can reason with the man he was meant to be.

He has had quite enough of being his own past, present and future selves’ worst enemy.

And so he pushes the buttons on the tempad.

Something is very wrong.

The sky is too blue, the distant sound of waves lapping calmly at a shore is misplaced.

He has emerged from the door onto a quiet gravel road lined with tall grass and low pines. A single, white wooden house stands to his left, surrounded by a lawn dotted with wildflowers. The sun is warm on his back.

This is Midgard, he is sure of it.

How could he shoot past his destination so spectacularly?

He is about to scroll down the list of numbers and names on the tiny screen of the tempad when he notices a man approaching. Old, walking leisurely with a round, short-legged dog much the same white color as the mortal’s own wispy hair.

The latter starts a little when he spots Loki.

And then he does the most unexpected thing and speaks his name.

Loki’s name.

He almost drops the tempad (no! Not again) and the old one grins good-naturedly. “Hold on to your fancy phone there. Far away, were we?”

Loki only just about stops himself from shaking the man by his shoulders. His fists clench uncontrollably.

“What year is this?! How do you know my name?”

His voice sounds shrill, feverish, and unsurprisingly the eyes in the lined face before him go wide with puzzlement and … something else.

“Loki, what on Earth? Are you quite alright?”

Shock washing over him, Loki staggers back. H-how?

But the man is closing the gap between them, oozing concern. “Have you - are you drunk?” he asks incredulously.

He reaches out.

What is happening?

Loki shies away from the touch, his mind spinning.

Forcibly gathering his composure, he straightens and wills his words to come out steady. “No, I’m okay. Apologies. A bad joke”.

He smiles reassuringly. It takes more effort than parting an ocean.

The dog is sniffing insistently at his ankles.

The man looks him over with suspicion but the worry is subsiding. “Okay, then… no harm, no foul. You know, sometimes these peculiar ‘jokes’ of yours can make a neighbor all kinds of slightly worried”.

Neighbor?

“Most understandably, won’t happen again. Sorry to have bothered you”. Loki cuts him off smoothly. “Have a nice day”. He nods and turns before hysteria can creep into his voice.

“In case you need it for your punchline, the year is 2016”, the man calls over his shoulder as he shuffles away, pulling the reluctant dog after him.

Loki’s blood runs cold. 2016. Oh, this is so wrong. Three years wrong.

Did he hit another button at the last minute? He had been clutching the tempad so hard the edges cut into his fingers.

He curses his own impatience. Tech savvy indeed.

Holding up the blasted piece of TVA wizardry, he tries to enter a new series of numbers when his name rings out again.

And again, he almost jumps. But this time, his heart stays in his throat.

“Loki? What are you doing out here? I’ve been looking all over for you”.

Her voice reaches him from the porch of the white house. She is skipping lightly down the steps, the screen doors left open behind her. Music drifts into the garden from somewhere inside.

She is crossing the lawn. He is no longer breathing.

Her long auburn hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she is wearing a light blue summer dress. Her feet are bare.

Absurdly, he notes that she looks more tanned than the last time he saw her through the visor of the destroyer in the desert. A year and a lifetime ago. To him.

His grip on whatever reality he’s been clinging to since New York is seriously faltering.

She is beaming. He cannot move a muscle.

She comes all the way up to him and without pause wraps her slender arms around his neck. He can feel the warmth of her body through his shirt, smell the perfume of her skin. She smells of … -

“Where did you go, handsome?” She smiles playfully.

“Pepper called earlier to say that she actually got Tony out of the door on time, if you can believe it, so they’ll be here any minute. And her and I agreed that you two hotheads are going to play nice tonight, okay?”

She is teasing him but he hardly understands the words she’s saying. It makes no sense.

And then, before he can begin to form a response, she stands on tiptoes and kisses him and the world falls away.

Reflexively, he puts his arms around her, drawing her close to him. She moans happily. He leans into the kiss, not knowing what he’s doing other than that he never wants to stop.

Her mouth is soft and warm and new and familiar all at the same time, and the way her fingers curl in his hair sends electricity shooting down his spine.

It should be all anguish and tragic confusion, like before in the castle beyond time, but it is not.

It feels more right that anything he can remember since before his fall from the Bifrost, more real and yet more magical than his recent journeys into mystery.

Then it’s over all too soon and she draws away.

His arms are suddenly much too empty and he almost reaches for her again, craving her touch.

For a fleeting heartbeat, his soul had no longer felt torn apart to the point of forgetting he’d ever been whole.

The chaos had crumbled in on itself like a bad dream.

He is surprised he still knows what peace of mind feels like after what has happened to him since arriving at the TVA.

But now she looks at him with alarm in those beautiful brown eyes and he is crudely reminded that he is an intruder in her reality.

What she thought she saw, she clearly no longer recognizes.

It takes him all of three stupidly long seconds to remember that she said his name. That he’s wearing his own face and not a disguise.

That she knew him immediately, just like the old man.

She kissed him.

Too many impossible possibilities and the thunderous sound of his own heartbeat (surely she can hear it too) blur his vision.

He’s only vaguely aware that he is stepping towards her, trying to say something without the faintest idea of what’s going to come out of his mouth.

If it’ll even be words.

Her eyes dart over his clothes, his face.

“Loki, what - Why are you dressed like that? Have you been gone? Is that … blood?”

She retreats further, fear building.

“Jane, I-“

Her name rolls of his tongue with a sweet-tasting intimacy like he has said it a thousand times before.

But he doesn’t get to dwell on this, nor gather his thoughts to say anything else before something abruptly lifts him off the ground and hurls his body across the road.

“How dare you touch her, beast?!”

Immediately as his back connects with the rough gravel, someone is there, a knee pushing him down, fingers closing around his throat. A sharp object presses against his chin.

There is a dangerous, unhinged growl as his attacker breathes hotly in his ear. “You will die for this!”

The man is strong and somehow blocking Loki’s own magic, but he still manages to twist his head -

And looks right up into his own eyes, nearly black with rage.

“Speak! What are you??”

The man with a face exactly like his presses the tip of his blade closer to Loki’s left eye. “You will show yourself right now or -“

Gathering his magic tightly around him (focus!), Loki pushes back, hard.

With a surge of energy, their bodies are separated, and the other version of him lands heavily in the middle of the road some meters away.

Both of them are on their feet with the fluid movements of two panthers ready to pounce, the other now in full armor.

He has to leave, right now, even if means leaving her which is a catastrophe that might either kill him or make him try to kill his other self if he stays here another minute.

This timeline is clearly not his own.

It cannot be.

Arm outstretched to ward off his furious twin with a shield of magic, he tries to work the tempad with one hand.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

A booming voice above their heads.

“You know, when Jane pressed the panic button just now, I thought we had an actual emergency. Not that you were preparing a little dinner show for us, Reindeer Games. Gotta be honest though, this doppelgänger stunt was never my favorite -“

“Stark!”

The variant - for he must be a variant - angrily interrupts the man in the metal suit hovering in the air.

Of course, Loki remembers him all too clearly.

What has it been, less than a week since he threw him, or a version of him, out the window of the glass tower?

“This is not my creation”, the variant hisses with venom dripping from every word. “I caught him assaulting Jane. Kissing her”.

“What?!”

Stark focuses all his attention (and one of his iron fists) on Loki. A metallic humming rises steadily from inside the suit.

“A man on a suicide mission then. Boy, did you smooch the wrong wizard’s baby-mama. He may look all domesticated and cute now, but I assure you he’s still all kinds of crazy. In fact-”.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“I know it’s asking a lot, of you in particular, Stark, but could we possibly save the personal insults till we have dealt with this right here?”

Wait, just wait.

Damn it, he can’t tap in the destination on the tempad without looking at it.

Green smoke is swirling around the hands of his other self. He knows what’s coming.

“This is your last warning, devil! I will not have you hiding behind my face as I -“

“This is my face! I’m you, you fool! Bigger things are at large here and-“ Loki falters, his silver tongue failing once more with rising predictability within what seems a disconcertingly short period of time.

Although he honestly can’t tell anymore.

“Please, take a minute -“

He can’t help but shout, sounding hopelessly desperate.

In another life, he might have felt humiliated, but letting pride dictate his emotions is no longer a luxury he can afford to indulge.

Still, the silence that follows his outburst is not nearly as long as he needs it to be.

The variant stares blankly at him, mouth slightly ajar, but Stark recovers easily, his voice now icy.

“Yeah, dude, that one might have worked better if you’d put on a clean shirt. Time to fess up real quick or we’ll have to-“

Drawing what might become his last breath, Loki looks away and down at the tempad. He presses the button. No more time to double check.

“What the?!”

Both Stark and the variant visibly flinch as the door appears.

He quickly makes for it. “I - I’m sorry. Truly, I am”. He looks to their stunned faces before turning to his exit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he registers the variant move (he has to be a variant). His mouth twists in an ugly snarl and two familiar daggers are appearing by his sides.

Before the door snaps completely shut, Loki sees Jane run up to the man and grab his arm.

“Love, no, don’t!”

He sees the slight bump under her dress that he didn’t notice before.

And then the scene disappears and he’s gone.

Part III

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all the time in the world | oneshot

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Native American!Reader WORD COUNT: 3,954 WARNINGS: slow burn, eventual smut, fluff, minor injury NOTE: Imagine if Bucky hadn’t been injured in Civil War and went on the run with everyone else. The reader’s face claim is Crystle Lightning. I also used Sebastian’s “Destroyer” look for inspiration as well. Enjoy!

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It’s been six months since Siberia. Six long, rough months of dodging the government and living off the grid. No phones, no computers, no connection to the outside world other than the daily newspapers you manage to pick up.

Living in close quarters isn’t the easiest. The jet doesn’t have the best sleeping quarters, just five open bunks on the lower level. The other two have become storage, a cluttered mess of papers and empty weapons boxes and ammunition that has yet to be organized.

It doesn’t help that you and Bucky have become a little more than friends.

He’s become different since you went on the run. He’s quiet, broody, and absolutely merciless when it comes to getting a mission done. To say the sight of the former assassin taking down the bad guys with nothing but a couple weapons and his bare metal hand doesn’t get you all kinds of riled up.

The five of you have just finished up a weekend in Portugal. A weapons bust had gone almost perfectly to plan, with the small exception of you getting a bullet graze on your thigh from one of the barely-alive arms dealers on your way out the door. You’d hit the ground hard, and before you could say anything or make a move to recover, Bucky scooped you off the ground and took the fire escape all the way up to the roof and into the jet without a second glance back.

Fortunately the medical bay’s been fully restocked, and Nat quickly gets you on the examining table while Sam takes off, the jet’s cloaking technology vanishing instantly into the dark three-am sky.

“Suit off,” Nat directs, reaching into one of the storage cupboards for a prepped cleaning kit. You strip out of your suit, wincing as the fabric grazes your wound. Natasha bends to examine the wound, gently pressing along the edges with a gloved finger.

“No stitches, please,” you mutter.

“Nope, you won’t need those.” Nat grabs an antiseptic wipe. “Just some bandages and you’ll need to take it easy for a couple days.”

You grumble. “Gross.”

“Could be worse.” Nat dabs the antiseptic wipe along the thin red line of your injury, and you wince, trying not to jerk away. “So… you and Barnes, huh?”

You frown, glancing down at the shimmer of her red hair. “What?”

She chuckles. “He carried you outta there like his ass was on fire. You two’ve been dancing around each other for a couple months.”

Your cheeks flush hot. “We just… it’s complicated.”

“How complicated can it be?” She smiles. “Two people like each other, they go out on a couple dates, maybe they fall in love.”

“It’s not like we have a lot in common,” you explain. “It’s just fooling around, right now, at least.”

If ‘fooling around’ counts as the time he pinned you up against the side of the jet and kissed the shit out of you with his thigh between your legs… or the time he’d waited for everyone else to be occupied with organizing the weapons closet before tugging your panties aside and sliding two fingers deep inside—

“You don’t have to bond over all the bad stuff.” She tosses the wipe into the trash and peels the wrapping off a patch of gauze. “Maybe you have small similarities. Maybe you both like chocolate, maybe you used to go to the same park as kids. It’s the little things.”

As slick and smart as she is, Natasha has no idea about the dirty things you and Bucky have done in the dark.

“I’m just not sure it would work.” You peer down when she lays a pair of large Band-Aids over the patch of gauze. “He’s a little more rough around the edges than I am, he’s still adjusting to this whole modern-life thing, I’m not sure saying ‘hey, you wanna be my boyfriend’ in the middle of it would be smart.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Oh please, he knows what he wants, he’s just afraid to ask for it. Men are like that.”

The privacy curtain slides back, and you and Natasha look up so fast you both nearly get whiplash. Bucky’s standing there, eyes wide as he takes in the full sight of you sitting on the table, clothed only in a plain black bra and panties.

“Oh.” He swallows, and his cheeks flush bright red. “Never mind, I was just—”

Natasha grins. “Barnes, if you have something to say—”

The curtain swishes shut, and the heavy tread of his boots fades away. You giggle, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He’s never seen you this degree of undressed before, much less seen a naked woman in the last several decades.

“Teach him how to knock,” Natasha jokes, sweeping the used kit into the trash and tugging her gloves off. “I’ll grab you some clothes, we don’t need all the men stroking out from seeing a pair of boobs.”

***

You emerge from the medical room dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tee shirt. Steve and Sam are settled comfortably in the pilots’ seats, and Natasha herself has changed into flannel pants and a one of the tee shirts she’s stolen from Sam.

Bucky’s nowhere to be found.

“We’ll find somewhere to land in a couple hours,” Steve says, glancing back at you. “How’s your leg, kid?”

“Hurts, but I’ve had worse.” You offer a smile before turning to Nat. “Where’s Bucky?” you ask her silently.

“Downstairs,” she replies, the corner of her mouth turning up into a little smirk. “Alone.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks burning as you head to the descending ladder for the lower level. Bucky’s sitting on the floor, earphones on, eyes closed. He somehow hears you approach, because he opens his eyes and reaches up to pull the scuffed headphones off and pause the old cassette player clutched in his left hand.

You’re so used to him being big and strong and dominant. Now he just seems… weary. A side you don’t see very often.

“Hi.” You slide down to sit next to him. “It’s late, Nat and I are going to bed, you should wash up and get some rest.”

“I’m not tired,” he replies softly.

“Are you worried about walkin’ in on me half naked?” you ask, reaching up to run your fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head. Since almost shaving it off, it’s grown back, and he almost looks like he used to back in his time.

His cheeks flush. “You were a little more than half naked.”

“It’s not a problem, I didn’t mind.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “You look exhausted, you should really get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.” Bucky sets the cassette player and headphones on the floor next to him. “Been trying to get some alone time with you for a long time, and tonight when you went down… I just got a lot of ‘what if’s’ goin’ on in my head.”

You hum. “I’m fine. My leg hurts and Nat’s gonna kill me if I don’t take it easy, but—”

“I wanna take you somewhere.” He turns to face you. “I hate dancin’ around like this, and I get that it’s risky for us to be… involved, or whatever we’re trying to be, but…” he swipes his tongue over his lower lip, “I think we deserve one night where we aren’t gonna be sleeping in these stupid bunks. Just you and me.”

You wrap your fingers through his warm metal ones. “We do have that tent in the storage cupboard… we could make a camping night of it?”

He sighs. “I want a real bed. In a real… house, or hotel, or whatever, but I wanna be alone with you. We deserve that, we’ve been playing back and forth for the last six months and I’m tired of it.”

Smiling, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “What else do you want?”

He lets out a soft breath before tipping his head back against the wall. “I wanna make love to you, and I can’t do that in a stupid little bunk where three other people can see us.”

You stifle a flustered giggle in his chest. “We can still fool around, Bucky.”

He grunts, dissatisfied. “Can’t you pretend your leg is worse than it is and they can drop us off somewhere?”

“I don’t know, they’ve seen me walking just fine.”

“You could be in shock and not know how bad it is.”

“Bucky.” You slide onto his lap and cup his face. “I’ve been in shock before, several times, and I’m not in shock.”

He smiles lazily, skimming his hands up your sides. “Really? You look a little cold.”

“Because we’re at fifteen-thousand feet,” you kiss him softly, wincing when your bandage pulls, “and Sam’s slacking on fixing the temperature regulator.”

“Maybe I should take you somewhere with a fireplace.” He peers at you through the dim light. “I could do a lot with that.”

“Oh yeah?” You run a finger over his cheek. “Like what?”

He grins wolfishly. “Put some blankets out in front of the fire… get you all warm and toasty before I make love to you.”

You bite your lip, shifting on his lap. “Bucky…”

“Hmm?”

“Hearing you talk about making love to me isn’t making the fact that I really want that right now any better.”

He chuckles. “I can be quick, you know that.”

“I’m not having our first time on the jet floor.” You stand up, pulling on his metal arm. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

He stands obediently, eyes raking up your bare thighs and the bandage on as he rises. “You know, you look really hot with a bandage on your thigh.”

“Oh, so you’re glad I got shot?”

“I didn’t say that.” He wraps his arms around your waist. “I mean I like seein’ you with things on your thighs. Holsters… those thigh-high socks you wore a month ago, that made me…” he shivers and digs his fingers into your hips.

“Freak,” you giggle. “Bucky, if you don’ let me go...”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Mmm.” You slip a teasing finger into his belt.

He grins, slowly backing you up until your shoulders press against the steel wall. In a playful attempt to duck away, you try to slip just to his left, and warm metal wraps around your arm, pinning you firmly in place.

“Hold on,” he mutters, “you think you can just do that and walk away?”

You let out a long, soft moan when he presses his lips to yours, stepping up so close you can feel the firm heat of his body. Your fingers twist in his shirt, and he slots a knee between your thighs, careful to avoid your injured one as flesh fingers twist into your hair. He hums when you give an instinctual push of your hips against the rough fabric of his pants, and you

“Better rest up, then, honey.”

You giggle when he lands a firm swat on your ass and scamper up the ladder, heaving yourself onto the upper level with Bucky close behind you. The grin on Bucky’s face earns you a quizzical look from Sam, but you roll your eyes and head down to your bunk, making sure that nobody can see before stretching up on your toes and giving Bucky a goodnight kiss.

***

The jolt of the jet landing just over four hours later wakes you. You sit up, almost banging your head on the top of your bunk, and curse Sam for winning Rock Paper Scissors for the top one. You emerge blearily, shoving your privacy curtain aside with a grimace as a ray of sunlight smacks you in the face.

“Ow,” you mutter as Sam drops down from the bunk above you, “what time is it?”

“It’s late morning,” Steve replies, emerging from the cockpit. “We’re in Austria. Found us a place to lay low for a couple days. We’re gonna have to do a little bit of hiking and wear disguises when we check in, but the jet’s on stealth mode. Town’s about a twenty-minute walk away.”

Town. Thank God.

The four of you stumble around, stuffing things into your bags and checking your nanomasks before stepping off the jet. It’s a brisk morning, and you tug a jacket over your shoulders as you take in your surroundings.

Steve’s touched down in a large field of flowers. The jet’s invisible to your eye when the hatch closes, and you set off to the East, keeping your heads low as you head into a more-populated area and onto busy streets. There’s a market across from the closest hotel, and you make a note to sneak out and get some of the pretty fruits and breads on display.

When you get up to the counter, Steve shoves a wad of cash from his duffel bag at the attendant and asks for two rooms, which you get with a three-night guarantee.

“Okay,” Sam murmurs once you’re in the elevator heading up to your floor, “who shares with who? I’m not havin’ Barnes hogging all the covers again.”

“Mmm, you won’t.” Natasha slips you a sly look. “Barnes and Y/N together, I’ll share with Steve, so you, Sam, can have all the covers you want.”

You cast a quick glance at Bucky and find his cheeks stained bright pink. “That’s fine,” you cover when he fails to respond, “we’re gonna get some rest anyway.”

Nat smirks when the elevator doors slide open, and you roll your eyes before accepting the key card Steve offers you. “Sure, sure,” she replies, “make sure it’s a good rest.”

You give her a playful glare as she follows Steve and Sam into their room and closes the door, leaving you and Bucky to slip into your room across the hall with burning faces.

It’s definitely not the biggest—or best—room that you’ve ever stayed in, but it’ll do the trick. The bed is king-sized, with several lumpy-looking pillows stacked on a thin white comforter. You set your bag down on the floor and toe off your boots, stretching your arms over your head while Bucky goes to inspect the bathroom.

“It’s not bad,” he calls out, “just a shower stall, no tub.”

“That’s good enough for me.” You tug a fresh set of clothes out of your duffel and snag your almost-empty toiletries from the front pocket. “You wanna go first, or…”

“Nah, you.” He runs a hand up your back and leans in to press his lips against yours. “I’m gonna try and get some shut-eye. I never sleep well on the jet.”

You hum against his mouth, grateful for the sudden solitude. “I’ll be out in fifteen. Knock if you need anything, ‘kay?”

He smiles and slumps down on the bed, watching you slip into the bathroom and leave the door slightly ajar.

The water pressure isn’t too bad. It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to properly clean up, and your hair gets washed thoroughly, pits get shaved, well… everything that isn’t permanently done gets shaved, and you emerge from the steam-filled shower dressed in panties and a tee shirt, towel held to the now-exposed wound on your thigh. Bucky’s stretched out on the bed, a pillow tucked under his head, eyes closed. The medical kit’s in his bag, and you tug it free and watch one crystal-blue eye open as you perch on the edge of the bed.

“How’s that?” His eyes rake over the bare skin of your thigh as you pull it away to inspect the slowly-scabbing graze.

“Healing.” You gently poke at the angry bruise along the side and wince. “I still need to bandage it.”

Bucky sighs, watching you tug out a roll of gauze and tape. “Want some help with that?”

You smile gladly in return. “Please?”

“You got it.” He slides off the bed and reaches for the paper-wrapped supplies. Nimble fingers tear open the packets, and you lean back as he kneels on the carpet, flesh hand gently splayed out against your knee as he gently lowers a folded strip of cause to cover the exposed flesh. Medical tape snaps off between his teeth, and you watch him lay four strips, one on each side until he’s satisfied that your injury is sufficiently protected.

“Thanks.” You reach over and rub the top of his head. “So walking in on me in just my bra and panties didn’t… that didn’t bother you?”

He chuckles. “No, it didn’t bother me. Just surprised me.”

You giggle. “Really? ‘Cause you looked like a total virgin.”

“Shush.” He kisses your knee and gazes up at you, eyes wide and almost deceivingly innocent. “Not a virgin, honey, just… you look hot in that suit, and seeing you out of it was… a shock. Good shock.”

***

The rest of the day passes slowly, with you and Bucky dozing in and out of naps until Sam knocks on the door, asking if Bucky wants to go to the market outside. You watch him leave, donning his nanomask and swiping a couple bills from the plastic bag he keeps in his duffel before slipping out the door.

He’s back in an hour, carrying a large paper bag full of what looks like bread and fruit and all kinds of goodies. You eat slowly, sneaking kisses between bites of fresh, juicy watermelon for a mock-dessert.

Around six, Natasha comes by, inviting you to the other room for a much better dinner of pizza and drinks… which, as it turns out, hasn’t even been delivered yet. You and Bucky spend the first ten minutes enduring innuendo from Natasha, which Steve is quick to defend, although he snorts at one comment about peaches that makes Bucky choke on his bottle of ale.

The pizza finally arrives, three boxes to cater to two supersoldier appetites, and you’re able to unwind, laughing and joking and teasing each other until it’s late and Sam starts to yawn incessantly. You and Bucky make an excuse for being tired as well, and Natasha watches you leave with a glimmer in her eye as the door swings shut.

The moment you and Bucky are safely tucked in the seclusion of your room, he pulls you into his arms and plants a warm, sweet kiss on your lips.

“Baby,” he breathes, “we only got three nights here and I… I wanna take you, tonight…”

You giggle. “Bucky, we’re not in your time anymore. You can tell me what you want.”

He swallows, metal fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. “I wanna make love with you.”

You roll your eyes and wind your arms around his neck. “Is that all?”

He grumbles. “Baby, you’re making it harder than it needs to be.”

“Sorry.” You stretch up on your toes and kiss him again, hips rubbing deliciously against his. “Only thing I need to be hard is this… and looks like you’re way ‘head of me.”

Bucky groans, breaking away to tug your shirt over your head. “If you keep doing that, you’re not gonna feel it for a while.”

You bite your lip, watching him strip his own shirt and toss it to the ground. Before you can do anything else, he lifts you up, careful to avoid your injured thigh, and lays you out on the bed, reaching for your pajama shorts and tugging them down to leave you in just a plain pair of panties.

Now he’s nervous, you can see it in his eyes. He’s had you open before, got his fingers wet inside your pussy, and kissed the shit out of you until you could barely breathe, but he’s never had you completely naked and exposed.

“Hey.” You reach for his hand, guiding it to the little blue bow between your hips. “It’s okay, baby.”

He chuckles, easing his fingers beneath the elastic and watching with held breath as he teases them down, letting them fall off the edge of the bed with a soft pat. His palms smooth down the insides of your thighs, spreading you open, and when he trails the pad of his thumb over your clit and you press your hips up to get closer, he lets out a strangled groan and curls over you, completely helpless.

Your hands push at his sweats, and you giggle when he clumsily kicks them down over his feet, leaving himself completely bare for you as well. When your fingers drift to wrap around his thick, heavy shaft, he stops, gritting his teeth against the side of your neck.

“Baby…” he clears his throat, raising his head to look at you. “We’re not movin’ too fast, right?”

“Don’t get soft on me,” you reply, “we’re good, Bucky, I’m happy, I wanna feel you…”

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Good, it’s just… it’s been a long time and—”

“Shhh.” You rub your hands over his hips. “I don’t care, I just want you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken, and he reaches down to grab himself, experimentally running the swollen tip of his cock through yout pussy until he finds your opening, and you grab on tight, a cry of pleasure dying in your throat as he pumps his hips forward and sinks in.

“Ahh, fuck—” he grunts quietly against your lips when your nails dig into his ass, “baby…”

You can’t even find the words to reply. He’s so deep, thick and hot and pulsing inside where your body grips him tight. All you can do is give a little tug, trying to urge him on, and he gives you what you want without question.

All sense of awkwardness or anxiety melts away as he props himself up on both arms, watching your body roll and move under his as he searches a rhythm, inexperience getting the better of him when his hips stutter and slide. He finds it, a steady, rough beat back and forth that makes your clit rub against the skin above his cock and high-pitched sighs and whimpers to rattle in your throat.

“C’mere,” he pants, hooking his flesh arm under your shoulders to keep you close, and you brace yourself as his thrusts grow hard enough for your bodies to slap together. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to feel this good that when his lips find one nipple and latch on, your body decides to follow its own path.

All it takes for you to cum is a few quick rolls of your clit under your fingers, and Bucky lets out a choked gasp when he feels the rapid contractions, burying his face in the crook of your neck and matching your moans with his own, panting harder and louder as he stutters, pushes in as far and hard as he can, and cums with a growl that resonates deep in your soul as you wrap your legs tight around his waist.

You come back to reality slowly, sweaty bodies sticking as he drops down over you, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

“That was fast,” he murmurs, “sorry, baby, I couldn’t—”

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers through his hair. “It’s been a long time for me too, it was… that was good.”

“Good.” He chuckles and pulls away, watching the first dribble of white slide from your core. “We got three more days to make it longer, huh?”

“Yeah.” You reach for his hand, fingers intertwining with his. “Right now, we have all the time in the world.”

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kuchipark · 9 months ago

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I started playing phone destroyer again after MONTHS, but I completely forgot my strategies and I keep losing and I just don’t know what useful cards are (I’m in arena 3, after getting downgraded from 4. I have a few arena 4 cards but not many) Anyone got any good tips for card combos/strategies to help me get back into it.

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lucidtobio · 4 years ago

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caramel brownies !

in which baking brownies with semi doesn't go as planned, but the journey is fun nevertheless.

[ fluff , crack? , ooc semi , gn!reader ]

it was almost friday date night. the long awaited end to every work week that you and semi spent together. every other week, you would switch between who picked the activity for the night. the routine moved as smoothly as clockwork, the evening never being filled with the same affair.

this time around, it was your turn to decide what you were going to do. the wednesday before, you two were studying in the campus library when semi inquired on your plans for the night.

"we're going to be baking brownies!" you informed him with a smile. eita raised an eyebrow with a smile dancing on his lips.

"oh really? how can you be sure that they're actually going to turn out,, edible?" the ash-haired boy teased. you smacked his arm playfully in mock offense. "hey, i'm not the only one making them, eita."

the following friday after school, you found yourself at the grocery store with semi. a piece of paper with ingredients scribbled on it was clutched in your hand while semi manuevered the shopping cart.

moving down each aisle in turn, the shopping cart filled up with various boxes and bags of ingredients. semi was skeptical of how many things you actually needed to buy, but you silenced him with a “who’s the real gordon ramsay here, hm?” the bill was a little ridiculous but it was worth it not really.

you two arrived back at the dorms with multiple bags in hand. after taking each item out of its plastic compartment, you handed semi an apron.

“what’s this for?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. you just blinked at the boy, slowly saying, “to not get your clothes dirty?”

semi questioned how messy this would get, but kept his mouth shut anyways. you wore matching sanrio aprons; yours had melody on the front while eita’s had kuromi.

clearing a space on the small counter provided by the school, you and semi stood side by side with ingredients splayed out neatly. pulling the recipe up for the caramel brownies on your phone, semi fiddled with the blue whisk you had.

while you were skimming the steps, semi stuck his finger in between the prongs of the whisk. imagine his shock when the metal clasps around his appendage, rendering his finger stuck.

“uh, (y/n)?” “what’s up?” “i’m kinda stuck.”

long story short, you had to force his finger out from the whisk. it wasn’t made any easier by semi refusing to help you, worried about hurting you. placing a tender kiss across his knuckle (to make it better of course), you turned your attention back to the task at hand.

“okay. time to start the brownies for real this time.” you sighed, sending a joking glare semi’s way. the ash-blonde simply raised his hands in weak defense.

semi was assigned to combine the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ones together.

cocoa powder and flour sifted into each other along with sugar, salt, and chocolate chips. eggs and vanilla whipped together and poured evenly into the dry mixture.

while it sounds all fine and dandy, we’ll leave out the part where you cracked the egg too hard and it exploded all over the counter. or the part where semi stirred too aggressively, causing the contents of his bowl to puff into his face.

“you look like a ghost, semi semi.” “shut up, egg destroyer.”

with the base batter completed, you poured half of it into the baking pan. the next step was to melt the caramels. using a small countertop burner, you poured the bag of caramels into the pot. cranking up the heat, you stood and waited patiently for the caramels to soften.

semi had just finished wiping the last of the dry ingredients off of his face as you were waiting for the candies. the setter moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. the position allowed his hot breaths to directly hit the skin of your neck.

“i’m glad ‘m here with you,” eita murmured, pressing a soft kiss at the base of your throat. a smile found its way to your face at his words. your hand reached up to thread your fingers between his locks of silky hair.

while you two were wrapped up in your own little world, the caramels were burning to the bottom of the pan. you only noticed this when a charred scent entered your nose.

“shit!” you cursed, quickly beginning the stir the sticky substance. semi suppressed laughter as if it wasn’t partly his fault. luckily, you were able to pick out the most burnt pieces and salvage the rest of it.

carefully pouring the melted caramel over the first layer of brownie batter, semi poked the tip of his tongue out in concentration. your heart warmed at his focused expression. after the caramel layer, you added the rest of the brownie batter on top.

“let’s hope we don’t drop this on the way to the oven,” you sighed as you picked up the unbaked brownies.

you did.

swiftly moving down the dormitory hallway, semi walked beside you with his eyes trained on the pan. your mind was a bit preoccupied by the scent of his cologne, leaving you a bit vulnerable.

by vulnerable, i mean clumsy. exhibit a: tripping over air and spilling brownie batter and hot caramel onto the floor.

a strangled cry left your lips as semi attempted to catch the pan. no such luck. kneeling in front of the spilled batter, you hit your fist against the floor.

semi let out choked laughter as he tried to keep it in for your sake. but your dramatic reaction had tears springing to his eyes.

when you made no move to stand up, semi slung you over his shoulder and brought you back to his dorm. paper towels and wet wipes were the only cleaning supplies on hand, so you would have to make do.

after cleaning up the mess, you sat on eita’s bed with a huff. “so now what,” you sighed. the loss of your beloved brownie fetus pained your heart.

“we could go buy brownies?”

“good idea.”

a/n: i’m so sorry i wrote most of this at 2am

⤿ written 4.8.2021

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hannahshattuck · 4 years ago

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Comfort

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

A/N: A prompt sent into @the-ss-horniest-book-club that I combined with the 24 hour challenge “Comfort”. The prompt from the challenge will be in bold. Italics is a flashback. Send in an Ask or DM to be part of my Taglist or a request. Enjoy!

Warnings: PTSD, flashback of a car accident, descriptions of injuries, anxiety attack, comfort, emotional

Chris is taking you out to dinner and you really wanted to go but your mental state didn’t want you to do anything. The whole day has been cold and raining off and on. You used to love the rain until that one night.

You grabbed a sweater and black pants to wear out of your closet and put them on. You went and stood in front of the full length mirror. Turning to look at your left side you couldn’t help but stare at the scar that runs down the side of your neck. You felt numb as you continued to looked at it and your vision started to blur at the edges.

“Hey.” You jumped when hands were softly placed on your shoulders. “Oh I’m sorry. I thought you heard me come in.”

Your vision started to clear as you saw Chris in the mirror with a smile on his face.

“It’s okay. I zoned out.” You turned to look at him.

He gently traced the scar with the tip of his finger. “It’s looking better.” You hummed in acknowledgment and walked out of the bedroom.

You got your shoes on, grabbed your purse and waited for Chris at the front door. You fiddled with the strap of your purse while waiting. The restaurant was a good walk but doable even with weather but it would be quicker by car, which you still were anxious around.

Chris came jogging down the hallway. “Okay. Ready?” You nodded a small smile on your face. “Do you want to walk or drive? Don’t push yourself if you don’t think you can do it.” Chris rubbed up and down your shoulders.

“Can we walk? I don’t think I’m ready just yet.” You looked down at the floor ashamed. “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked.

“Hey. It’s okay, love.” Chris pulled you into a hug. “Walking might do me some good anyway. Been having one too many beers lately.”

You pulled back with small smile on your face. Chris stepped back and held his hand out for you to take. The two of you stepped out the front door, with your coats of course, and started the walk to the restaurant.

About 10 minutes later, you made it to the restaurant. Chris and yourself walked up to the hostess and said you had a reservation. She found it and led the two of you to a table near the back but also near a big window.

Chris pulled your chair, “For m’lady.” You giggled and rolled your eyes but thanked him. He sat across from you and smiled before picking up the menu in front of him. Your cheeks heated up as you picked up the menu in front of you.

While trying to figure out what to eat a sound caught your attention and made you drop your menu which knocked over the glass of water. Chris looked at you and could tell you were in your head.

“Babe? Baby?” Chris got out of his chair and knelt beside you. “Sweetheart. You’re here with me.” You could barely hear him. Your mind was elsewhere.

You were driving home from a friend’s house after a little get together with other people you know. It started to rain but nothing that wasn’t unusual for where you live. You drove cautiously knowing other drivers wouldn’t. The rain fell harder making it harder to see. You slowed down wanting to make it home safe.

A car was speeding down the road and lost traction which caused them to crash into you. Your car spun, hit a curb, and rolled over multiple times. The seatbelt cut into your neck. Glass cut up your hands and arms. You tried to get out of the car but didn’t have the strength before you passed out from pain.

You woke up in the hospital to Chris by your side and IVs in your arms. Chris told you that not only did the seatbelt cut into your neck but metal from the car cut you very close to your jugular vein. After a few days in the hospital you went home. When you got to Chris’s car you had a panic attack so bad that the nurses had to sedate you so you didn’t hurt yourself.

“Hey. Baby. C’mon. I need you to look at me. Look at me, focus on me - just breathe.” Chris was on the verge of pleading. A few people came over to see if he needed help but he just brushed them off keeping his focus on you. He kept on hand in your arm and one on your knee coaxing you back to reality.

You gasped for a breath as you came back. You looked around seeing people at other tables watching you. Chris was kneeling on the floor next to you looking up at you with concern in his eyes. You felt your eyes well up with tears.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. I just heard tires squealing and...and...” Your voice trailed off as you grabbed at Chris.

“Hey it’s okay. I heard it too. Do you want to stay or get home? It’s up to you. We can even get the food to go if you wanted.” Chris cupped the side of your face wiping the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

“Can we go home?” You asked quietly. Chris nodded.

“Do you want to get food here?” He asked. You shook your head. “Okay. We can order something when we get home.”

A waitress came over to see if you two needed anything. Chris answered as he helped you stand and wrapped an arm around your waist. He thanked the waitress and the hostess as you two left.

You two made the walk home, your legs shaking the whole time. Chris stopped a few times to make sure you were still alright. The moment he walked you in the door he took you to the bedroom and helped you change into a sweatshirt of his and leggings.

Chris walked you to the couch and sat down pulling you into his lap. You cuddled close to him and he got his phone.

“Pizza, Chinese, or Mediterranean?”

“Chinese please. Can we get soup too?”

Chris kissed the top of your head. “Of course darling.” He ordered the food and let you know how long it would be. You continued to cuddle into him thinking about the evenings events.

“I’m sorry I ruined the night.” You hid your face in his chest.

Chris rubbed your back, “No you didn’t honey. You didn’t. You can’t control when anything happens. You didn’t ruin anything. We just take it one step at a time. That’s all we do.”

Chris rubbed your back while the two of you waited for the food to be delivered. Once the food was delivered, Chris doled out the food and turned on one of the shows you two watch.

Even though the night didn’t go as Chris planned he couldn’t complain. He got to spend the night with his girl in his arms. Chris made a vow to you the moment you woke up that he would help you whenever you needed him and he wasn’t going go back on that when things got tough.

Tags: @patzammit @sherlocksmanwatson @katiew1973 @bugsbucky @rocketrhap3000 @marvelgirl7 @anaissolitt14 @harrysthiccthighss

#the ss hbc drunk drabbles #hbc 24 hour surprise drabble challenge #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris

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thisispaddys · 3 years ago

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Why You're Feeling Unmotivated

I tried to start this post whilst laid in bed. But the usual distraction got in the way.

Twitter

Instagram

And between them and staring out the window I didn’t get very far.

I had all these intentions the night before. I was going to do some clothes washing, tidy the house, hoover, fix things, clean things. Motivated, motivated, motivated.

And then I woke up the next morning.

This is a bit of a follow-up post from my previous one. To be honest, the two posts should be amalgamated. Which would up my word count as well!

What Is Motivation?

According to Wikipedia:

Motivation is what explains why people or animals initiate, continue or terminate a certain behaviour at a particular time.

You Are Your Brain

While everything we feel is nothing more than a collection of electrical impulses and chemicals and hormones, it’s important to remember that you are your brain.

It is not some separate entity making every decision without your input. What motivates you on an existential level can’t be explained entirely by biology alone.

Motivation is the desire to achieve a goal, which is a lot more complicated than a single process.

Why you are motivated depends on what the change means to you, why you want to pursue the change, what supports you can access to sustain the change, etc.

Loss of motivation

Apathy is the destroyer of progress.

At least that’s how I see it. That’s the feeling I get. It’s not a feeling of sadness. It’s the feeling of nothing.

The feeling of emptiness and life’s borders growing beyond your grasp.

So here I sit. Thinking of all the jobs I should be doing. All the chores around the house. It’s not laziness stopping me. It’s something else.

Oh, some of it is down to depression. Lack of self-worth, lack of vitamin D, even. But here I sit. Thinking of everything and feeling nothing.

Motivation is an in-house job; it begins and ends with you. Even if you fail to realize it, motivation is something you can control, an internal job. No one gets to determine your level of motivation. You need to take responsibility for your motivation – every second, every minute, hourly and daily.

What’s Wrong With Me?

One reason you might have a lack of motivation is that you’re leaving things too open. When things are vague, the motivation will fade. When you’re unable to tap into the motivation you need to succeed, it might be because whatever thing you want to get motivated for is too vague.

10 Tips to get and stay motivated

Celebrate small victories.

Get out of bed and out of pyjamas

Go for a walk

Avoid social media

Don’t overschedule

Establish routines — they can help you feel motivated.

Create a support network

Get enough sleep

Take things one step at a time, and don’t try to do more than you’re able to.

Meditation - before picking up your phone and scrolling through social media. Five minutes guided meditation can make all the difference to how your day starts

https://www.the-well.com/editorial/what-to-do-when-you-feel-unmotivated

https://www.deanbokhari.com/lack-of-motivation/

Accountability buddy

In short, accountability buddies are the people you ask to peer pressure you into doing the things you don’t want to.

An accountability buddy is someone with whom you establish an ongoing, reciprocal relationship. Each member of the partnership commits to coach the other towards achieving their goals and, to be held accountable for their progress towards their own. This relationship helps each partner to stick to their commitments.

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/01/08/well/live/habits-health.html

Resources

Planning Resources

Best Self Planner

Panda Planner

Bullet Journal

Behaviour Change Apps (Free)

WOOP - Simple behaviour change system by professor Gabrielle Oettingen at NYU

Stickk - create contracts for accountability with money on the line

Keystone - social habit tracker for iOS

Chain - social habit tracker for iOS

Beeminder - goal setting and behaviour change through loss avoidance

findpathly.com - reflective listening through voice messaging

pomorace.com - community pomodoro timer

Behaviour Change Apps (Paid)

GetMotivatedBuddies.com

focusmate.com - watch and be watched by another person over video

getsupporti.com - accountability partner app that finds you mutual support buddies

goalio.co - reward yourself for completing goals

https://www.habitshareapp.com/

Other Resources

HitTheGoal - Discord community for group accountability

https://actionbuddy.io/blog/accountability-partner (14-day free trial)

When it comes to motivation. No one will give it to you, but yourself.

So after writing a few hundred words I decided to try and start my day. Time to put into practice some of what I’ve been writing about.

It won’t always be this easy.

And writing about my struggles and posting online is my form of accountability.

This won’t work for everybody. We all have to find our own path. But sometimes being shown the right direction to walk is all we need.

This did involve me picking up my phone long enough to load up the Fitbit app and start a five minute guided meditation.

I put away all my devices.

Laidback down in bed.

Took a deep breath.

And relaxed.

Five minutes later I got out of bed. Nothing was going to distract me.

I can do this.

Start small.

Get dressed.

Go eat breakfast.

I can do this.

And, so my day began.

Originally published at https://blog.thisispaddys.space on August 30, 2021.

#get motivated #mental health #running

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valeriethepussycats · 4 years ago

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Assemble

Chapter 1

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashback Are Bold

“And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth's mightiest heroes and heroines found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, the Avengers were born--to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand! Through the years, their roster has prospered, changing many times, but their glory has never been denied! Heed the call, then--for now, the Avengers Assemble!"

Burning blue flame. A smoky cube shape emerges -The Tesseract.

Kneeling behind a throne, a clothed, armored figure known as The Other. “The tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power,...” He holds out the scepter. Coming out from the shadows, Loki takes the staff. “But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow.” Thousands of Chitauri are awaiting orders.

“The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?” The Other declared.

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Y/n was walking home from Queensbridge park at Ten o’clock at night her mind on Thor and his Brother Loki .

The Destroyer hand comes to touch the Force field and all the wounds on Y/n’s body are all healed.

Why would Loki heal me?

Y/n shakes the thought out of her head not trying to dwell on it because she knows she’s never going to get the answers she want. It’s been a whole year so she’s heard or seen Thor.

What’s the point of thinking about it when I might not see Thor ever again.

Truth be told Y/n miss Thor more then she thought she would. To her Thor was the ideal best friend he understood her without even trying.

We found her.

Y/n scoffs.

I can’t have a moment of peace.

“You might as well come out I know you’re there.” Y/n shouted.

Two boys walk out from behind a tree one wearing a red and orange suit while the other one is wearing a helmet and a black and white suit.

“St. John Allerdyce aka Pyro and Dominikos Petrakis also known as Avalanche. What do you want?” Y/n asked with a sigh of irritation.

“How did she know our names.” Avalanche murmured to himself.

“Our boss wants to have a little chat. He thinks you could be a valuable mutant to the Brotherhood.” Pyro answered.

Y/n laughs and starts to walk away from the two boys. “There’s nothing I need to talk to your “boss” about ok I will never join the Brotherhood...isn’t fulled with children.

“Children. I have you know the Brotherhood except all ages of mutants.” Pyro explained.

Y/n stops walk and turns around and looks at Avalanche and Pyro with a Blank stare. “Well we’ll have to agree to disagree m’ok. Now I’m tired and I just want to go home and Watch cartoons until I fell asleep nowadays you’ll excuse me.”

“You won’t take us serious I’ll make you.” Avalanche declared

“You want a fight I’ll give you a fight.”

Y/n’s eyes turn white and thunder claps as lightning flashes across the sky then hits a nearby light post which causes a chain reaction and all the light post

“Well color me impressed that would be all boys head back to the base.” Said a voice behind Y/n.

Pyro and Avalanche walk away in a hurry.

“Magneto....what do you want?” Y/n said in a curious tone.

“I heard about what you did in New Mexico saving those people.” Magneto addressed.

“Me helping innocent people ruin your plans?” Y/n wondered.

“No I’m just wondering why your not team X-men.”

“Why would I want to be an X-men.”

“Because your mother is an X-men.”

“My-my mother? My mother die trying to free me from the Weapon X Program.” Y/n explained.

“Then why was she stopping me from turning every human being into on earth into mutants.” Magneto pulls out his phone and show Y/n a picture of her mother.

Y/n clenched her jaw as she winced. “You didn't know my sweet child she's been alive this entire time.” Magneto noted.

“Why are you doing this? What get out of this?” Y/n uttered.

“Everyone deserves the truth no matter who gives it to them.” Magneto confessed then disappears and all the lights in the park turns back on.

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Shield facility at night. They are evacuating by helicopter and vehicle, and one helicopter lands, dropping off Maria Hill and Nick Fury while Agent Phil Coulson is awaiting them.

“Where is Agent Munroe?” Nick Fury asked Agent Coulson.

“Sydney,Australia sir.” Agent Coulson answered.

“Does she know that Erik Selvig is here?” Nick wondered.

“No she doesn’t not.”

“Good.....Now how bad is it?”

“That's the problem sir. We don't know.”

They enter the facility, passing fleeing technicians, taking only the essentials. “Dr. Selvig read an energy surge from the Tesseract four hours ago.” Agent Coulson finished.

“NASA didn't authorise Selvig to test phase.” Nick stated.

“He wasn't testing it, he wasn't even in the room. Spontaneous advancement.” Agent Coulson explained.

“It just turned itself on?” Agent Maria Hill Chimed in.

“What are the energy levels?” Nick asked Agent Coulson.

“Climbing. When Selvig couldn't shut it down, we ordered evac.” Agent Coulson replied.

“How long to get everyone out?”

“Campus should be clear in the next half hour.”

“Do better.”

Coulson nods then proceed in the other direction as Nick and Maria continue walking down deeper into the facility.

“Sir, evacuation may be futile.” Agent Hill disclosed.

“We should tell them to go back to sleep?” Nick asked sarcastically

“If we can't control the Tesseract's energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance.” Agent Hill explained

“I need you to make sure Phase 2 prototypes are shipped out.”

“Sir, is that really a priority right now?”

“Until such a time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on. Clear out the tech below. Every peice of Phase 2 on a truck and gone.”

“Yes sir.” Then Hill walks over to agents nearby. “With me.”

Nick fury walks in the radiation facility housing the Tesseract, the area cluttered with machines and people leaving.

“Talk to me doctor.” Nick announced.

Dr. Erik Selvig walks from behind a CMS machine, concerned. The Tesseract is glowing unusually birghter and a flare of blue shoots out from it, hitting things at random. “Director.”

“Is there anything we know for certain?”

“The Tesseract is misbehaving.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, it's not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she's... misbehaving.”

“How soon until you pull the plug?” Nick asked.

“She's an energy source. If we turn off the power, she turns it back on. If she reaches peak level...” Erik trailed off.

“We've prepared for this doctor. Harnessing energy from space.” Nick replied.

“We don't have the harness. Our calculations are far from complete. Now she's throwing off interference, radiation. Nothing harmful, low levels of gamma radiation.�� Erik explained.

“That can be harmful. Where's Barton?”

“The Hawk? Up in his nest, as usual.”

Clint Barton, dressed in black tactical gear, up on the railings watching them below. Fury calls Barton on his earpiece. “Agent Barton, report.”

Barton rappels down from the catwalk, and walks up to Fury. They both walk around the bottom of the facility in a discreet manner.

“I gave you this detail so you could keep a close eye on things” Nick finished

“Well, I see better from a distance.” Agent Barton replied.

“Are you seeing anything that might set this thing off? Nick wondered.

“Doctor, it's spiking again.” NASA scientist shouted Erik.

“No one's come or gone. It's oven is clean. No contancts, no I.M.'s. If there was any tampering, sir, it wasn't at this end.” Agent Barton passed on

“At this end?” Nick questioned.

“Yeah, the cube is a doorway to the other end of space, right? The doors open from both sides.” Agent Barton answered

Dr. Erik Selvig types on his keyboard and the monitor flashes. Suddenly, the Tesseract thunders and shakes the entire facility. Both Agent Coulson nearby, and Maria Hill topside, feel the tremors. The cube glows brighter and emits a ring of light, and builds like a beam, similar to the Bifrost bridge. The power hits the edge of the platform, and begins to form a vortex, which becomes a portal. Space appears through the portal, and a gust of blue energy knocks people back. The cloud shoots to the ceiling, and the portal on the platform opens up as Loki steps through. The portal vanishes, and Loki grins at everyone, holding his spear. He frowns as he sees them looking at him.

“Sir please put down the spear.” Nick shouted.

Loki responds with firing a blast of blue energy from his spear, while Barton narrowly tackles Fury out of the way. Everyone shoots at Loki, but the bullets deflect off of him. Loki immediately takes down everyone shooting at him easily, with knives and energy blasts from his sceptre. He pauses, grinning, and looks to who will attack him next. Barton attempts to attack him, but Loki grabs his wrist, disarming him.

“You have heart.” Loki places the tip of the spear against Barton's chest.

Barton's eye glow black, and he stops resisting. Loki begins controlling other agents around the room. Fury sneak up, grabs the Tesseract, and places it in a briefcase, trying to sneak out.

“Please don't. I still need that.” Loki disclosed.

Nick turns to face Loki. “This doesn't have to get any messier.”

“Of course it does. I've come too far for anything else. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.” Loki proclaimed.

“Loki? Brother of Thor?” Erik murmured.

“We have no quarrel with your people.” Nick told Loki

“An ant had no quarrel with a boot.”

“You planning to step on us?”

“I come with glad tidings, of a world made free.”

“Free from what?”

“Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart...” Like a gunslinger, Loki turns to face Selvig who's standing behind him and places his spear against Selvig's heart. Selvig's eyes glow black.

“You will know peace.” Loki finished.

“Yeah, you say peace, I kind of think you mean The other thing.” Nick remarked.

the vacuum chamber ceiling, the Tesseract's energy cloud rapidly builds into what may be an implosion.

“Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place is about to blow. Drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us.” Agent Barton informed Loki.

“Like the Pharaohs of Odin.” Nick stated

“He's right. The portal is collapsing in on itself. You got maybe two minutes before this goes critical.” Erik explained.

“Well then.“

Loki looks to Barton, who without hesitation shoots Fury, who falls to the ground. Barton grabs the case containing the Tesseract and leaves the lab with Loki, Selvig, and the other controlled Shield personnel.

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The controlled Shield personnel are gathering weapons and getting ready to leave the facility. Agent Hill watches in confusion.

Agent Barton Points to Loki and his team. “Need these vehicles.”

“Who's that?” Agent Hill wondered.

“He didn't tell me.” Agent Barton mumbled.

Agent Hill eyes them suspiciously as they get into a truck and begin to drive away.

Nick grabs a walkie talkie. “Hill, do you copy?”

Loki and his crew look back at Agent Hill.

Back at the lab, Fury is sitting up, pulling the bullet out, and breathing hard.

“Barton is...” Nick trailed off.

Maria turns around and shoots Barton, who is already shooting at her, and they drive away while she takes cover, still firing at them.

Nick is Running out of the lab, holding his side. “He's got the Tesseract! Track it down!.”

The energy discharge from the Tesseract is building up on the ceiling, rumbling and growing recklessly, destroying structures and cracking the walls.

Maria Hill jumps into a Jeep and takes chase on Loki and crew. Several other trucks begin to attack Loki's truck as well, and Loki releases a blast of energy, obliterating Shield trucks and causing a blockage in the tunnel. Agent Hill is forced to keep distance on her pursuit.

Down below, Fury is racing against the clock as pipes burst around him. The walls are cracking, and the facility is suffering an internal earthquake.

Agent Coulson is grabbing cases, and trips down the stairs while the ground shudders. Others with him drop cases full of information and equipment.

“No! Leave it!” Agent Coulson urged They all leave the cases behind and leave the lab running.

Barton and Agent Hill are caught in a truck race, where she pulls in front of him to try and block him. He responds with firing at her at close range, which causes Agent Hill to shoot out her own windshield to try and hit him.

Agent Coulson and his group take a Jeep and evacuate as well. “You're clear, sir! You need to go!” Agent Coulson said into walkie talkie.

Fury runs across the tarmac to a helicopter. The ground gives way seconds after the helicopter leaves the ground, falling into a sinkhole.

Still racing down the tunnel, Agent Hill and Barton are locked in combat. A blast wave from the Tesseract causes the tunnel to collapse partially. One of Loki's trucks makes it out, but Maria's truck is stuck.

The Tesseract's energy cloud now shrinks into a small ball of white light, hovering in the air. In a flash of blue light, the facility is consumed along with its surroundings. Fury watches from below as a rapid build up into an implosion.

Several miles away, Agent Coulson's van jolts from the blastwave on the horizon behind them.

The entire facility implodes with terrifying magnitude, and the implosion rocks the ground.

Maria Hill is stuckher jeep behind as the full force of the blast tears down on the tunnel, covering herself by being inside of the jeep, light from the night spilling in close by.

Barton's truck drives away, but Fury's helicopter hovers over it, and Fury opens fire with his pistol. Loki, in a fit of rage, fires an energy blast at the helicopter. The helicopter is skimmed my the blast, but catches fire. He jumps out of the flaming helicopter seconds before it hits the ground and shreds itself into debris. Fury stands back up, dazed, and shoots at Loki, but they're too far away.

“Director? Director Fury, do you copy?” Agent Coulson called into the walkie talkie

“The tesseract is with the hostile force. I have men down. Hill?” Nick voiced.

Agent Hill climbs out of the wreckage of her jeep and speak into the walkie. “A lot of men still under, don't know how many survivors.”

From the ground, Fury surveys the wreckage. “Sound the general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase.”

“Roger that.” Agent Hill answered.

“Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war.” Nick disclosed

“What do we do?” Agent Coulson asked.

Nick Fury looks up, a thought on his mind.

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Russia. There is a building, a warehouse, next to some unfinished railroad tracks under construction. The building is only occupied by Georgi Luchkov, a Russian general, and two thugs, with a prisoner amongst them, tied to a chair. The taller thug is in the middle of hitting the spy, a red headed Russian woman in a black tank top.

“This is not how I wanted the evening to go.”Georgi Luchkov commented.

“I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better.” Natasha Romanoff replied.

“I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items.” Luchkov explained.

The taller thug pushes her chair back, tilting it over the edge of a few story drop, and Natasha hides her fear.

“I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business.” Natasha Remarked.

“Solohob? Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face.” Luchkov commented.

“You really think I'm pretty?” Natasha wondered.

Luchkov walks over to a table filled with tools of torture and interrogation, picking up a pair of pliers. The tall thug next to her forces her jaw open.

“We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well...You may have to write it down.” Luchkov stated.

A phone rings, and the weasely thug looks to his phone in confusion. He picks it up. “Ya?” He looks to Luchkov. “It's for you.”

Luchkov takes the phone, annoyed and angry. “Who the hell is...”

“You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby.” Agent Coulson warned.

Luchkov places the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her back.

“We need you to come in.” Agent Coulson noted.

“Are you kidding? I'm working!” Natasha declared.

“This takes precedence.” Agent Coulson stressed.

“I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything.” Natasha explained.

“I don't give everything.” Luchkov said confused.

Natasha frowns at Luchkov “Look, you can't pull me out of this right now.”

“Natasha. Barton's been compromised.” Agent Coulson disclosed.

After a beat. “Let me put you on hold.” Natasha nods to Luchkov. When he grabs the phone, she hits him with her leg and headbuts him. She stands, still tied to the chair, and kickboxes the tall thug in the face. She rolls over to the weasely thug, trips him, and stomps on his foot when he tries to pin her, then she knocks him out with a headbut. Coulson waits calmly, listening to her take three men down with her arms literally tied behind her back. She flips, breaking the chair on weasely thugs' ribcage, and looks to the tall thug, standing up. She kicks him too, chocking him out cold. She then wraps Luchkov's legs with a chain and pushes him down the hole he was threatening to drop her down. He hangs there, in pain, and she grabs her shoes and the phone.

“Where's Barton now?” Natasha asked Coulson.

“We don't know.” Coulson replied.

“But he's alive.”

“We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy.”

“Coulson, you know that Stark only trusts me about as far as he can throw me.” Natasha replied.

“No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy.” Coulson told Natasha.

Natasha pauses then hangs up the phone.”Bozhe moi.”

Part 2

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