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reveryfics · 2 months ago

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Scott Lang request because I rarely see anything about him ,, especially with male reader.

Anything makes sense with Scott in my mind

fluff leading to ‘gentle??’ smut would be appreciated !! if anything specific for reader, maybe opposites attract? rude and abrasive reader. that one trope where there's one person (Scott) who calms reader down. If reader has specific abilities / a mutation, maybe something like a tail ?? (barbed, potential weapon. tail can curl around things. yes).

if you're taking anons, i would be proud to be

🪲 anon !!!

Temperment

Scott Lang x Male Reader

Summary: Scott knows just the thing to help you calm down from a stressful day.

A/N: Excited to come back to some requests! Honestly love the idea of Scott with a mutant temperamental boyfriend, and I really hope this is what you had in mind. Not exactly sure how taking anons work, but 🪲 is perfect!

TW: Soft smut - 18+

You huffed, a plume of warm air escaping your lips, as you stood before Scott's door. Your arms, crossed tightly over your chest, created a barrier, a silent testament to your rising impatience. Beneath you, your foot tapped a restless rhythm against the floor, a staccato beat mirroring the quickening pulse in your veins. And your tail, usually a graceful extension of your emotions, flicked back and forth with a sharp, agitated energy.

Anyone who truly knew you understood the delicate balance of your temperament, how the slightest disruption, the smallest inconvenience, could ignite a fire within you. It wasn't always a desirable trait, this volatile nature, yet Scott, somehow, always possessed the uncanny ability to soothe the tempest raging within you. It was a strange alchemy, this calming effect he had. He, the embodiment of steady tranquility, the antithesis of your fiery spirit, could quell your inner storm with the simplest of gestures – a silly magic trick, a gentle touch of his hands, a soft murmur that resonated deep within your soul.

The moment the door swung open, you surged past him, a whirlwind of pent-up energy, into the familiar warmth of his apartment. Your shoes were kicked off with a frustrated flick of your heels, your coat tossed carelessly onto a nearby chair, a cascade of fabric mirroring the disarray of your emotions. Even in your heightened state, you were acutely aware of his gaze, the way his eyes, so often filled with playful amusement, now held a quiet understanding. He, despite his often-feigned cluelessness, could decipher the subtle nuances of your posture, the agitated flick of your tail, the unspoken language of your body.

"Stressful day?" he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he closed the door and moved to stand behind you. His hands, warm and comforting, settled on your waist, and you felt a sigh escape your lips, a release of the tension that had coiled within you. You leaned back into his touch, allowing yourself to unravel, to surrender to the comforting embrace that enveloped you. A soft hum resonated from his chest as your tail, in a gesture of instinctive affection, wrapped tightly around his thigh, pulling him closer. You turned in his grip, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, a blend of warm musk and that subtly sweet, off-brand cologne that you inexplicably adored.

"Mhm," you replied, your voice muffled against his skin, a simple affirmation of the turmoil you had endured. You clung to him, reveling in the feeling of his larger frame enveloping yours, a comforting sense of protection. In moments like these, you were grateful for the difference in your sizes, for the way he could hold you close, shielding you from the world. You barely registered his movements as he guided you towards the bedroom, your senses consumed by the warmth of his body, the soothing rhythm of his breathing.

The soft, cool fabric of his bed sheets brushed against your skin as he gently laid you down, his movements slow and deliberate, a familiar dance you had shared countless times. He followed you down, his body hovering above yours, a gentle weight that felt both grounding and exhilarating. His lips, soft and tender, began to trace a path across your skin, peppering kisses along your jawline, your neck, the delicate curve of your collarbone. His hands, strong yet gentle, gripped your hips, his touch a silent promise, a sensual exploration that sent shivers down your spine. The air crackled with unspoken desires, a tension that was both delicious and intoxicating, a silent language spoken only between the two of you.

His lips continued their tender exploration, tracing the delicate curve of your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice a low, husky murmur that vibrated against your skin. "So incredibly beautiful." He nipped gently at your earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips, before trailing kisses down your neck, his touch igniting a fire within you.

His hands, strong and sure, began to work at the buttons of your shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the anticipation. With each button undone, he revealed a sliver more of your skin, his gaze lingering on the defined lines of your chest and the smooth planes of your stomach. He paused, his eyes locking with yours, a silent question passing between you. You nodded, a soft, almost imperceptible movement, giving him permission to continue.

He gently slid the shirt from your shoulders, his touch feather-light against your skin. His gaze lingered on the sculpted lines of your torso, his breath catching in his throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your skin, sending a wave of heat through your body. He trailed kisses down your chest, his hands moving to the clasp of your belt, releasing it with a practiced ease.

As he continued to undress you, his touch became more intimate, his hands exploring the contours of your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He paused, his gaze drawn to your tail, which had begun to sway gently, wrapping itself around his forearm. He stroked the smooth surface, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through you.

He leaned in, his lips finding yours, his kiss deep and passionate, a silent expression of the desire that burned between you. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding, as the two of you surrendered to the heat that consumed you. His hands moved to the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your hips, revealing the taut muscles of your thighs and the sensitive skin beneath.

He worshipped your body with his lips and hands, his touch sending waves of pleasure through you. You arched beneath him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. He shifted his position, his body hovering over yours, his gaze locking with yours. A silent understanding passed between you, a shared desire that transcended words.

The two of you moved together, a slow, sensual dance of bodies intertwined. His touch was both tender and demanding, his movements eliciting gasps and moans from your lips. Your tail wrapped tighter around his arm, your body arching and swaying with each thrust. The world narrowed, focusing solely on the sensations that consumed you, the heat, the pleasure, the overwhelming sense of connection.

Afterwards, you lay tangled in the sheets, your bodies still flushed with the afterglow of passion. His arm was draped across your waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. Your tail, still wrapped around his forearm, twitched contentedly.

"You always know how to calm me down," you murmured, your voice soft and breathy.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "I just know what you like," he replied, his voice filled with affection.

You turned your head, your gaze meeting his. "I love you, Scott," you whispered, your heart overflowing with emotion.

"I love you too," he replied, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead. "Always."

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dionysus-drabbles · 7 months ago

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taking reqs again! looking forward to writing for you guys again 🤞💋

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heavenbarnes · 2 years ago

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soft daddy dom scott lang gently fucking you on his lap when you come home from work 😻😻😻😻

hnnnnngh ok x

Your shoes were first to come off as you walked through the front door, closing it behind you and haphazardly throwing your bag to the side.

Your jacket hit the floor somewhere and your socks were discarded with it as you got closer to the living room. You’d get to those later, right now you just needed to not be on your feet.

Scott lifted his head gently with a smile as you trudged over to him, the weight of the day still holding you down. You softened just slightly as you saw him, legs spread wide as he sat on the couch before you.

Without even needing to say a word, he put down the book he’d been reading and extended his arms towards you. A couple flicks of his fingers and he was beckoning you over until you were sat in his lap.

Your thighs stretched across him, skirt riding up as the soft fabric of his sweatpants kissed your skin. His arms wrapped around your waist as he brought you forward till your stomach was against his.

“Long day?”

All you could do was whinge, a high pitched whine sounding from your throat as you nodded in defeat. Scott nodded knowingly, hands beginning to creep under the fabric of your shirt.

His palms were warm against your bare back, gently rubbing into the tires muscles. You felt him grip you a little tighter, pulling you into him again before rolling you back just a little.

You were tired, but you were still sharp enough to know what he was getting at. His neck craned up, lips against the curve of your neck as he hummed quietly into your skin.

“Tell daddy all about it, baby.”

And you did, you let the tension release from your shoulders as you lamented about your rough day. You complained about every hour and every annoyance as Scott listened intently.

You felt his hands leave your hips, lips still busy against your neck as he made quiet sounds of affirmation. One of his hands went between your legs, tugging your underwear to the side as you kept speaking.

It wasn’t as if you could help it, but your eyes could barely look away from where he was freeing himself from his sweatpants. The minute he took his cock in hand, stroking gently, you felt your mouth dry up.

“And- uh, and-“

“Come on, pretty.” There was a tsk in his voice as he spoke.

Your eyes followed his movements as he spat in one of his large hands before using it to stroke himself further.

“And then- I then uh-“

Scott looked up at you with wide eyes, an eyebrow quirked as he watched you search for words you weren’t really trying too hard to find.

“If you want this,” He spoke simply, angling his hips to run the blunt head of his cock along your dripping cunt. “Then open your mouth and start speaking.”

You found your words again, telling him how glad you were that the day was over. Babbling thanks in his ear as he wrapped two strong arms around you and bounced you in his lap.

“That’s it, let daddy make it better.”

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random-writer-23 · 4 months ago

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Y’know what fuck it send in ant man requests need him actually

PAUL RUDD as SCOTT LANG Ant-Man • 2015

#paul rudd #scott lang #ant man #marveledit #theavengers #marvel x reader #marvel fluff #marvel smut #avengers #the avengers

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salliesimpkins · 1 year ago

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“I like you a lot”

Isaac lahey x fem!Reader

TW: Smut, oral (fem receiving), use of pet names, claws, nipple play

+16 read at your own risk. I’m not your mommy A/N: first smut to write + english isn’t my first lang word count: 2.5K

You were at school, leaning against your locker. smiling at and laughing with Stiles, until you caught Isaac glaring at you across the hall, visibly upset.

"alright Stiles I've got to go now, I'll see ya" you walked away after Stiles nodded and walked to Scott, and you made your way to Isaac.

"hey" you flashed him a smile and he blushed. How could he not? he thought you were the most beautiful thing ever.

The beta glanced over Stiles before turning back to you. "hey.." he spoke softly.

"Just tired... I uhh, I’ve got a lot on my mind lately" he said slowly and softly, not wanting to ruin this moment between you two.

You nodded slowly, feeling bad for him. "well you know, you can always talk to me" you said softly, reassuring him that he's got someone by his side.

You watched him closely as he looked at you quietly, and you didn't want to rush him to speak, you knew how sensitive Isaac is. It made him feel pathetic when he opened up to anyone or asked for help, that's what his dad has taught him. That a man is a man, boys don't cry, but Isaac knew you, he loved you, trusted you, and he knew your listen and get him anytime.

"I've just been going back.. thinking about my family" He looked down as his expression softened.

"oh" you whispered softly and placed your hand on the boy's back, rubbing it gently. "I know you've suffered from your dad your whole life, but his death Isn’t your fault".

Isaac flinched, but he didn't move away from you. Even though your gesture was tiny, it felt huge to him, It made him on top of the world. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know... I just-" he paused, unsure if he can keep going or not, but he really counted on you, so he kept going. "I didn't even cry at the funeral and everyone thinks I don't care, that I was wishing the whole time i'd get rid of him, and the problem is.. it's true. I was relieved that he's dead"

"Honey listen to me" you took a step closer, placing both your hands on his shoulder. "your dad used to lock you in a freezer. that night.. that night he hurt you and you ran like any other night, because you didn't know what he would die" you then place your hand on isaac's cheek, caressing it softly "you were just scared, you did nothing wrong"

Isaac paused for a moment and leaned into your touched as he shivered. The relief he felt when his father died was a burden to him, but he knew you were saying the truth so he bit his lip thoughtfully. He wanted to say that your hand felt to right on his skin, but he didn't and rubbed his face with his hand then looked at you hesitantly as he spoke. "I- Iwas scared" his voice trembled as he stammered softly, making you unsure if he meant you to hear him. he slowly smiled at you softly and leaned into your touch again, causing his breath to hitch.

you sighed softly as you try to build up some courage and confidence to ask him to go out with you, but you were too scared that he'd turn you down so you just looked quietly at the ground until you heard a familiar 5 taps on the locker next to you and looked to the direction to see lydia. She must have noticed your flustered face because she tilted her head at Isaac and winked at you. You two have been talking about it and she was eager for you to confess to him, and apparently she was so sure Isaac wouldn't let you down for a reason she wouldn't tell.

you snapped out of my trance as Isaac cleared his throat and looked at the same direction you were just looking at, except there was nobody there.

"sorry about that. I was just wondering if you would want to go home with me? I mean-" You paused and took a deep breath. "why don't you come over and we can just.. relax?" you asked nervously as he just looked at you quietly. "Scott's sneaking out with Allison again and our mom won't be home until ten.. so I was thinking if you'd want to just come over instead of staying alone or with Derek, he could be lame sometimes" I chuckle nervously and put on a fake confident grin.

Isaac stayed quiet for a moment or two, taking in your words, and he thought there was no way he could turn that down, the thought of you and him alone in the house with no distractions. He knew he wanted it but he wasn't sure if you did. if you were just doing him a favour because you felt bad, but he decided to push his paranoia to the side and smiled at you softly with a blush on his cheek, nodding. "I'd like that, if you're okay with it"

"ahh perfect! we are gonna have so much fun! we can watch the notebook too if you want to, or maybe cook or play or just" you pause for a second or two, not wanting to creep Isaac out with your sudden excitement. "we could just.. chill you know?" You looked up at him with a smile.

The two of you walked to your house, as Stiles has already left with his jeep, and while you were walking you felt Isaac's hand brush against yours until he took it in, intertwining your fingers together. you could feel how his hand shakes softly and you knew his stomach was probably flipping, he was a nervous wreck.

You held his hand confidently the way home until you reached it and opened the front door for the two of you. After walking in, you turned to Isaac and smiles. "do you wanna stay in the living room, or go to my room? or we can even cook something!" you asked excitedly.

"Your room...?" He asked hesitantly. Your room was usually off limits, that's where you go to relax on your own, away from the pack. He couldn't deny how much he wanted to be there with you. But part of him knows it won't end at just being in your room. Not that he had a problem but that he was worried from Scott's reaction if he knew Isaac was in his sister's room alone in the house. Scott and Isaac were best friends and Isaac didn't want to risk it, but he still loved you.

you saw the look on isaac's face as he started to look overwhelmed, and more anxious than he was, so you decided to cool it down. "I mean it's okay but if you don't want to that's fine. we can sit in the living room" you shrugged, leaving the decision for him to make as you looked at his eyes.

Isaac nodded slowly, looking at your lips then your eyes. "your room" he said softly and carelessly. He wanted to be with you alone. he didn't care what scott would think, he didn't care what the whole pack would think, he only cared about you and being with you, he wanted you.

you smiled and tilted your head for him to follow you. you walked past Scott's room until you reached your room then you walked to the bed, After taking off your shoes, sitting on the bed, then patting on the space next to you for Isaac to sit on.

Isaac followed you to your room, closing his door behind him. His heart skipped a beat when you asked him to sit next to you and the only thing he could think of is how nervous he is. he looked at you and he thought you look so vulnerable, sitting alone waiting for him to join you, so he took a few steps, trying to regulate his breath before sitting next to you. He was so close and nervous, slowly turning his neck to look at you.

"so.. what would you like to do?" you asked softly, trying to make sure he's not uncomfortable.

Isaac looked at you and for the first time he has walked in the room, he didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to kiss you and see what happened but he didn't want to make you pressured, and he didn't want to risk kissing Scott's sister, he was the leader of the pack, so he let the silence between you linger before he decided to break the ice.

"can I be honest with you?" he stressed.

"of course, I won't judge" i nodded in reassurance

Isaac struggles to speak so he leans closer to you. He just wants you to understand him, he needs you to know how he feels, what he's been thinking of, but it's hard for someone like him, someone whom emotions always were rejected. He took a deep breath and leaned closer as his eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes then he opened his mouth to speak but he failed so he looked one more time at you before smashing his lips on yours as he moved one hand on the back of your neck as the other ran over your back to your hips, pulling your whole body into his lap while you froze in shock before pulling him closer, cupping his cheeks while you kissed him back with the same amounts of passion.

After a few moments he pulls away, and looks at you in shock, he had expected everything other than you kissing him back.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have kissed you and if scott finds out he's gonna kill me and-" you cut him off pulling him in another kiss, slowly pushing him to lay down as you move on top of him.

"Scott doesn't have to know" you whispered pulling him in a deeper kiss that made him forget everything.

he was in a daze as he pulled away from you. "you look so beautiful when you kiss me like that" he said softly with a soft smirk that caused you to blush.

He smiled softly as he gently ran his fingers thorough your hair. "you're so beautiful you know? it's just so hard to focus on anything else when we are like that, when you're with me. We can take this as slow as you want"

you pulled him for a kiss in response, breaking it as you smiling against lips, and he moaned softly, slipping his hands under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

"i want this. you. Right here, right now, But I also don't want to hurt you so tell me what you want, darling." he whisper in your ear as his breath hit your neck, causing you to shiver.

"i want you, please" you whined and pulled him into another kiss as your tongue begged for entrance in his mouth. he let out a soft involuntary moan, as his caresses on your back got faster. His tongue danced with your and he began to grind on you, making you feel the hard bulge in his jeans that rubbed your throbbing pussy, until you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, pushing him up by his chest, reaching to his shirt, playing with a soft fabric slowly. He sat up on his knees in front of you between your legs, taking off his shirt. You looked up at him, slowly placing the balm of your hand on his chest, tracing your finger over it to his stomach. He let out a low groan while he watched you trace your fingers over his chest, his muscles tensed under your touch.

"you're killing me honey" He whispered, moving closer to you as he kissed your neck slowly, then he sat up again as his hands found their way between your legs. Should undo your bra, or maybe start with these pants?" he teased, and sprung his claws out, moving them swiftly above you, tearing off your clothes.

"i loved that set" you pouted and he smirked

"i'll get you new ones" he pulled your clothes off your body, tossing them away on the floor with his shirt.

He smirked when he saw the blush on your face when you looked away, leaning down to your neck. "don't be shy baby" he whispered, before tracing kissed down your collarbone.

you moaned softly, moving your hands to caress his back softly and he let out a sigh against your skin. His hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly, kissing lower and lower. His kisses and nibbles reached your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and sucking around it while he groped the other one with his hand, pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly.

"I love you, so much" He showered your stomach with smooches and pecks, until his mouth found your slit, running his tongue through your wetness, humming in satisfaction. "so wet baby" he flicked your clit with his tongue as you struggled to answer him back, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled them gently. He took one of his hand, wrapping it around my waist to keep me down while he slid a finger in you with the other, slowly and gently, causing you to moan softly.

he sucked your clit harder making you pull his hair tightly, causing him to moan which vibrates against your pussy as his fingers go faster, feeling you clench around them, sucking them in. "Fuck Isaac" you whined. "i'm so close" you whispered, wondering if he even heard you, then he confirmed as he added a finger in, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching you out as you pull his hair tighter. "Isaac!" you warned, and he understood as you reached your climax, coating his fingers with your cum while he kept his gaze on you then he pulled them out, lapping at your pussy hungrily, taking in your juices.

"you're so sweet baby" he moved up to kiss you as you taste your own arousal. He pulled away from the kiss and you bit your lip, panting for air and you moved your hand to his head, pulling him back down to kiss you, you couldn't get enough of him.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 30 days ago

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a/n: honestly, bless this man for being such a dick (and having such a dick, holy fuck i’m gonna pass out)

summary: cock throbbing in his grasp, he stared down at your pussy as he swept his intimidating girth against it, “you know, you have been such a fucking tease for way too long… only giving me handjobs or rubbing that little cunt on me, basically taunting me, while the rest of these assholes get to have you, all of you, anyway they want,” he stopped nudging your buzzing pearl and instead dragged through your petals till he found your opening, quivering and dripping as he nuzzled against it, “I’m fucking tired…” he groaned slowly, “…so I’m done waiting… I’ll finally feel this fucking pussy wrapped around me whether you like it or not.”

warnings: innocent!reader x frat!bucky barnes, stepbro!steve rogers, frat!ari levinson, marc spector, ransom drysdale, curtis everett, lloyd hansen, andy barber, thor odinson, scott lang, miguel o'hara, frank castle, billy russo, smut, dark content, dubcon halfway through, college au, polyamory, kissing, corruption kink, shower sex, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, crying, dacryphilia, dirty talk, size kink, gaping, belly bulge, manhandling, overstimulation, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, impact play, pain kink, spit kink, choking, masturbation, oral, fingering, anal, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, bukkake

word count: 6770

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“Ah, not yet,” your stepbrother groaned over the booming music, that rocked the frat house, as he cut the sip of his beer short, “if you really don’t wanna be here anymore, can’t you just like go up to my room and wait?”

“Seriously?” a long sigh flowed from your lungs, “then I’d rather just walk back to my dorm alone, I don’t even know why you insist on escorting me like I’m a child.”

“Because you shouldn’t walk alone at night,” Steve shot back as his gaze continued to keep his focus on the party around him, “don’t be a brat, just go wait upstairs.”

“Well, can’t someone else do it then if you’re so busy, your majesty,” your comment earned you a glare.

“You’re my responsibility,” he stated, the bridge of his nose twitching heatedly as he glowered down at you, “I’m not just gonna dump my problems on my friends for them to deal with.”

“Wow, okay,” you nearly choked on the lump that promptly formed in your throat, “I’m sorry for being such a burden then,” you muttered before spinning around and storming up the stairs.

The door to Steve’s room slammed shut like a crack of thunder behind your spine.

Chest still heaving, you stared down at the ground for a long moment before you finally managed to force your feet to move once again and peel you away from the door. You flopped down onto the bed with a heated huff, blinking up at the ceiling before your gaze flickered to the night sky twinkling on the other side of the windows.

Though as you laid there, your stepbrother's last words nearly swallowing you whole as they played on a loop in your brain like a plague, a different sound suddenly caught your ears and caused your cheeks to instantly heat up with something other than fury.

Reverberating through the thin wall, shrill moans were tangled with deep ones, some that were familiar, though you didn’t place them till the female whines started screaming out his name.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky–,” the cries rang out each time the thud of a headboard thumped against the wall.

And though you couldn’t make out every word, you still thought that you could hear Bucky’s low timbre crackle in dirty soliloquies, fractured sentences that soon persuaded your hands to subconsciously drift down along your frame.

Though by the time that your fingers had found their way down your pants and stuffed up your hole, rocking them to the same rhythm of the pounding that nearly cracked through the wall, the door to Steve’s room was suddenly ripped open and you tore your hand away from your cunt.

“I am only gonna say this once, so you better fucking listen up,” he grumbled as he kicked the door shut behind him, “I–… am sorry…” he struggled to huff, “there, you happy now?”

The lewd noises that echoed through the wall didn’t faze him at all as he apparently was so used to such background noise in the house that he barely registered it at all.

“So, you don’t think I’m a burden?” you uttered, propping yourself up on your elbows as doubt stiffened your words.

“…no…” resisting a roll of his eye, he instead faintly shook his head as he began to walk closer, “you’re not a burden… a brat? Yes,” he stated, “but I guess you’re not that bad…” a slight smirk twitched at his lip before he then bent down over you and kissed you.

Though as it turned out to not just be a swift peck he’d sought after as he layed down at top of you, one of your palms pressed against the centre of his burly chest before you twisted your lips out of the way, “wait, wait,” your head faintly shook as you tried not to succumb to his intoxicating kiss, “no, if we do this, then we’ll both just fall asleep here.”

“Would that really be so bad?” a soft scoff crackled in his throat.

“I wanna sleep in my own bed tonight,” you tilted your head as you blinked up at him, your brows gently knitting together at the plea, “I didn’t even wanna come tonight.”

“Oh, come on,” he leaned back down till his nose ghosted against your own, “I’m too tired to walk across campus right now, and if I’m tired, then I can only imagine how you must feel. Come on, just crash here tonight, do it for me,” he croaked, “and you’ve been so boring all evening, barely had a sip of anything, so at the very least you owe me this.”

“But–”

“You can pop in some earplugs, then you won’t even know the difference,” his lips began to flutter across your cheekbone till his voice tickled your ear, all the while the party right downstairs still boomed above his manipulative murmurs.

And though you knew that it wasn’t true, that even if you could somehow block out the noise, you still couldn’t stop the base from rocking the entire house and make you dizzy as you laid in your stepbrother’s bed. So, as fear arose inside of you at the thought of telling him no, you instead heard yourself timidly whispering, “…alright…”

You’d managed to slip out of Steve’s bed without waking him up before you then sneaked down the long hallway to borrow the upstairs shower.

Though once the water was drizzling down upon you, in the relaxing steam that floated around your form, your thoughts couldn’t help but drift back to the night before, though not of the manner that your stepbrother had put you to sleep, but instead to the sinful sounds of his best friend that you’d overheard.

Swiftly, the pads of your fingers began to draw needy circles over your clit to try and dull the scandalously intruding thoughts, though even when you detached the showerhead to spray the gush of water directly against your pussy, a dire problem continued to stand in your way, like you were peeping over the edge of a cliff, too petrified to jump by yourself.

However, as time began to slip away from you, the door suddenly barged open.

Your stifled whimpers promptly ceased echoing in the shower as your eyes snapped to the figure now standing in the doorway.

“B-Bucky!” you dropped the showerhead in your humiliated scramble to twist your nude frame out of his sight. Picking it up as it began to spray up into your face, you swiftly spun around and splayed your hands across your frame in a feeble attempt at covering yourself up.

“You do know that this door locks, right?” he chuckled as he gently pushed the door closed behind him, the one that you had apparently still been half-asleep when you forgot to bolt, “that’s twice now,” he pointed out with a grin as his stare pierced through the fogged up glass, deja vu smacking you in the face as well, as he reminded you of the incident that had happened over the summer break, “I think if it ever happens a third, then I should win a prize or something.”

“Get out!” you screeched, embarrassment eating you alive.

“Why? So that you can go back to getting yourself off?”

“I–,” your head swiftly soared to catch sight of him over your shoulder, “I wasn’t–…” before you squeezed your eyes shut and huffed, “oh my god, I hate you…”

“I know,” he simply smiled at your groan before he shifted to go grab his toothbrush from the cabinet.

But before he could be on his way and slip back out, your head started spinning as your gaze traced him on the other side of the glass, going about his business as if you weren’t standing stark naked one single meter away from him.

“W-wait!” you then heard yourself squeak right as his fingers reached for the door handle. Glancing back over his shoulder at you, the words that then slipped out of your lungs were accompanied by a shiver that trickled down your spine, “…could you–…”

Blinking back at you, his eyes faintly squinted as a smirk plagued his lips, “could I what?”

“Well, I just–,” your breathing was ragged as you averted your gaze, “I’m having a bit of trouble making myself–, uhm…”

“Aw,” his broad shoulders gently shook in a laugh as he then began to mock, “what’s the matter? Can you not make your little pussy cum? Have you still not learned how to do it on your own?”

“I–, n-no!” you hastily lied, “I’ve totally done it myself, loads of times, what are you talking about?” even though the truth actually was that the sought-after high was still too overwhelming to reach on your own, “I just right now when I tried that it won’t happen… I–… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“Well, maybe you’re doing it wrong,” he shrugged, “or school’s just got you crazy stressed out or something, so it can’t snap into place.”

“Yeah?” a small drop of assurance settled within your belly, “…so would you maybe–, I mean, I know that you’ve done it for me before, but still, could you maybe help me out a tiny bit?”

A big huff flowed from his lungs as Bucky then pretended that your request was something he wished to be no part of, “alright,” he teasingly grumbled, “I guess I could lend you a hand, but just saying, it’ll cost you.”

“Cost me?”

“Yeah,” he tried to keep a straight face, “I don’t give out favours free of charge.”

“Fine,” a short giggle bubbled out of you as you assumed his dramatic terms were but a joke, “I promise I’ll be your getaway driver on your next diamond heist or whatever.”

His tongue briefly flickered out to wet his lips before he simply chuckled condescendingly in return, “you’re cute,” before he then began to strip out of his sleepwear.

Though you probably shouldn’t have been surprised, in your mind, you had merely pictured that he would stay on the other glass a moment longer to give you the guidance that you needed, only explaining what you should do and nothing more before he then left you to carry it out on your own.

“What are you doing?” your eyes instinctively grew wide as his clothing hit the tile floor.

“Sweetheart,” his head swiftly cocked, “you literally just begged all pathetically for my help,” he pushed his underwear down, revealing his beast of a cock, already half-hard and heavy, resting like a freaking baseball bat against the top of his thigh, “so that’s what I’m doing,” he brashly stated before he then joined you in the shower.

Grabbing your face with both of his hands, he then held you in a kiss until the tension in your body gradually began to fade away. When you started to suck in deep breaths through your nose, truly landing in the devilish deal you’d just agreed to, one of his fiendishly, inked hands then began to wander. Skimming down over your wet skin, his palm first caught your tits, briefly giving one of your nipples a teasing tug, before his touch strayed down to knead your ass and draw you that much closer to his frame.

With the showerhead still clutched in your hands, hugged closely to your body, and gushing onto the both of you, the drawn-out kiss then broke when Bucky’s hand snuck down between your legs. Swiftly, he sought out your clit, already puffy and throbbing from the way you had bullied it mere moments earlier.

However, then, as you blinked up at him, mouth falling open in a gasp, he suddenly spun you around for your spine to be pressed up against his brawny chest, before stealing the showerhead from your grasp.

Extending his thumb, he dexterously switched the settings and changed the flow of water from several small and gentle streams to one thicker, and much stronger, jet.

A whimper rolled off your tongue as he then held the gush down to spray its firm pressure directly against your little pearl, and as you had already been so worked up when he found you, it didn’t take very long at all before you finally tasted that sweet high that you still weren’t yet brave enough to catch on your own, his expert touch instead guiding you there. Your eyes squeezed shut as, not only your head fell back against his broad shoulder, but your knees also threatened to give out, lending him to snake a swift arm around your waist to keep you from collapsing entirely.

“Oh my god,” you panted, completely melted back against his bulky physique, “how did you do that so fast?”

And as the muffled grunt, that had vibrated in his chest at your unravelling, morphed into a cocky chuckle that tickled your ear, he simply murmured, “you’re welcome,” before he then pressed a peck to the top of your head and began to tilt your body back away from his.

But at the loss of contact, one of your hands suddenly shot out in desperation before he could disappear completely, “wait, please I–,” you gasped foggily, “more–, I want more–, please don’t stop–”

And as you peeked over your shoulder to meet his eye, a glimmer flickered in his blue ones, “oh, looks like someone’s getting greedy,” he smirked, “you finally developing a taste for all of this? Becoming the little slut we’ve been telling you all along that you actually are?”

“No, I’m not a–,” you couldn’t even echo the same word out loud, “…Bucky, please? I just–, I can’t do it on my own–, I mean, not like you or any of the others can…”

“Well, you’ve just not had enough practice yet,” his palm swept up to find your jaw as he took a step back in your proximity, “you’ll get there if you just listen to Steve and stick with all of us,” he uttered as he turned your head for his lips to capture your own.

As he kissed you over your shoulder, his now raging hard-on digging into the softness of your bottom, he then blindly slotted the showerhead back into place on the wall, lending the water to drizzle down over the both of you as he swept his tongue ravenously against your own.

His feet then began to shift on the wet floor, and steered your own to move slightly as well, till your tits smooshed up against the cool tile wall of the shower. When his lips then faded and began to migrate down and past your neck, you continued to peek back at him as he then sank down onto his knees behind you. Grabbing your hips, he yanked your butt closer to his head till your back was arched and your arms were folded up against the wall for support. Burying his face in between your thighs, he then spent the next chunk of time eating you out till he once again had you tumbling over the edge.

Though after you’d cum this second time, he feverishly reached up and shut off the water before he plucked up your dazed form and dragged you out of the shower, planting you instead on the counter beside the sink.

Still all dizzy, you swayed slightly as Bucky then took a few steps away from you, enough to be out of your reach.

“I wanna see how many of your fingers you can fit inside that pretty little pussy of yours,” he demanded as his stare coasted down to your core, utterly on display as your limp legs hadn’t drifted closed yet.

“W-what?” you breathed, still too hazy to keep your heavy eyelids from temporarily blinding your vision.

“You heard what I said,” he briefly let a dollop of spit drop down into his open palm before he then grasped his thick girth and initiated a silky stroke, “show me.”

Though try as you might, the max you managed to cram inside of your drooling cunt was three of your digits as your stare stayed glued on his fist working over his big cock.

However as he watched you reach your capacity, he then stepped back up and, with his free hand, joined your own touch between your thighs. At first, as his gaze found your own and held it captive, the tips of his fingers traced your hole, all stretched out by your comparatively thin digits. But then, gradually, he traded your own touch out with his. To begin with, his finger hooked under one of your knuckles to pull one of your fingers out of your pussy, barely waiting any time at all before he then swapped places with it and slid his own digit in beside the two of yours that remained.

The stretch sent a shiver trickling down your spine and you swiftly tilted closer to crash your lips messily against his own.

And soon, none of your own fingers remained as he instead stuffed you full. Though you thought that two of his thick digits were a struggle, he somehow managed to work himself up and double it to four after he had coaxed your own touch away, his thumb being the only one he couldn’t cram inside, instead stretching it up to sweep against your swollen clit and roll it under the broad pad. His other hand stayed on his dick as your pussy began to stain his fingers with your cream, leaking needily into his palm.

Though just before you could cum once more, his zealous touch suddenly disappeared, denying you of the luxurious sensation once again. As you desperately reached down to take care of it yourself, he swiftly swatted your hand out of the way.

Both of his palms, still sticky from your essence as well as his own spit, then floated up to grasp the sides of your face before he then uttered, “grab my cock,” and frantically, you fulfilled his command as you shared his hot breath, “both hands, that’s it, good girl,” a gravelly groan rumbled in his throat as you wrapped your fingers around his fat girth and attempted a gentle stroke, “rub it against you,” he murmured as the tip of him was already mere inches away from your throbbing clit, “rub that big cock against your pussy, go on.”

And as you then tilted your hips and began to drag his hardness through your folds, parting your petals for his girth, a pout found your lips as you peeked down at his size as your juices soaked him, “why do you have to be so fucking big…” you heard yourself whine, “it’s not fair…”

“Aw, what’s wrong, huh?” he huffed out a cocky grin as he promptly leaned in a bit closer, “are you tired of not being able to take me? I thought you liked all the fun ways we make it work since you won’t let me even try to stick it in, how scaredlittle you think I’m too huge for it to ever work.”

“You are, that hasn’t changed, I’ve accepted that,” you puffed as you continued to tickle the bulbous tip of him against your core and drive yourself closer to the edge once again, “but I can just still, simultaneously, be a little sad about how I can’t do that with you, even with how crazy you make me, which is a mystery in itself, I don’t get it, frankly I think you’re a complete and utter asshole, but–, fuck… it’s like I lose my mind when I’m around you… all of you… I can’t even enter this house without forgetting my own name…”

But then, just before you could catch another orgasm, a low growl crackled in Bucky’s throat as your words caused him to finally snap, grasping your frame and tossing you over his shoulder before he nearly ripped the door off its hinges from how feverishly he yanked it open.

Stalking down the long hallways that slithered throughout the upper floor of the fraternity, fear arose in you at the thought that someone might spot you, though as you squeaked about it through your billowing laughter, Bucky only smacked your ass in return, lending you not to notice the handful of doors that clicked open behind you.

As you reached his room, your giggle still remained as he dropped you down upon his bed. You were too focused on him as he sank down over you to notice how he hadn’t bothered to shut the door.

Messily making out, his fingertips tickled your sides as he wrestled you lightly, grasping both of your wrists and pinning them above your head before his hips then grinded down against your own. Though your legs didn’t manage to tangle around him before he then flipped you around to lay on your stomach beneath him.

It continued to be all fun and game as he twisted your squirming hands down to the small of your back, even as he reached for a pair of handcuffs that rested on his nightstand before swiftly clicking them around your wrists, as you merely thought that it was something new and exciting, not him on the verge of crossing a line.

Though as he then yanked your hips up off of the mattress, your knees curling beneath you as your face and shoulder smooshed further into the bed, you playfully wiggled your ass back at him as you fully expected to feel the touch of his fingers or his tongue once again. But to your surprise, when you did feel something brush against your weepy cunt, your giggle finally ceased, gradually fizzling out as you realised what exactly it was that you were feeling caress against you.

“Wait, what are you–,” your neck twisted further as you tried to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, though only managed to spot his silhouette looming behind you.

Cock throbbing in his grasp, he stared down at your pussy as he swept his intimidating girth against it, “you know, you have been such a fucking tease for way too long… only giving me handjobs or rubbing that little cunt on me, basically taunting me, while the rest of these assholes get to have you, all of you, anyway they want,” he stopped nudging your buzzing pearl and instead dragged through your petals till he found your opening, quivering and dripping as he nuzzled against it, “I’m fucking tired…” he groaned slowly, “…so I’m done waiting… I’ll finally feel this fucking pussy wrapped around me whether you like it or not.”

“But I’m not ready–, Bucky, wait!” you tried to wiggle away from him, but he only grasped your ass and brought you back flush against him, “let’s just talk about this for a second–”

“What’s there to talk about, huh?”

“It won’t fit!” you yelped into the sheets.

“Yeah, probably not,” he smirked from behind you, “but I don’t care… I’ll just make it fit,” he uttered before then attempting to sink it in, though without success, his massive cock instead slipped through your slick folds and dragged roughly across your clit.

“Bucky, please! I’m scared!” you whimpered as his fat tip continued to nudge at your hole, smearing the mess leaking out of you further against your core, “you’re gonna break me in half!”

“I know, fuck, I know,” he chuckled darkly as he kept up his efforts, “your little pussy is just too goddamn tiny for this,” he pointed out before continuing anyway and trying once again to bury himself in your warmth, though this time failing as well, “fucking shit!” he exclaimed as rage began to bubble within him, making him huff like a bull behind you.

With a smack against your propped-up ass, he then took a step back before making his way around the bed to the nightstand. Once he’d grabbed a bottle of lube, he briefly dipped down to smother your frown with a peck.

“Please, Bucky,” you tried to plea once again, “you can stop now. You tried and it didn’t work, so just–, we can do something else, whatever you want, just please don’t try again.”

“But this is the only thing I want,” he murmured before kissing your nose and disappearing back behind you once more.

As he settled back into the same position as before, he liberally glazed his cock with some of the lube, as well as smearing some on your already slick pussy too, even pushing some inside of you with one of his long fingers.

And as he then attempted a third time, snapping his hips with all of his might, the very tip of him finally popped inside and an actual scream erupted from your lungs, partly from the severe stretch as he split you open with his monstrous girth, but also just from the pure shock of it miraculously working.

“Ah!” your vision blurred up with tears and you could barely breathe as your poor pussy ached around his obscene size he tried to wreck you with, “Buck! It’s too big! It’s too big!” your mind began to grow fuzzy as you’d never experienced such an intense sensation before, “o-oh, fuck, please take it out, it hurts!”

“Oh yeah, does it?” his palm swept up the goosebump-ridden skin on your back before he caught the cuffs that linked your wrists together, crudely tugging on them to drag you further down onto his cock, cramming even more of him inside of you, “it sure fucking looks like it, goddamn… I should take a picture of this shit, you’re so fucking stretched out right now, it looks like you might actually break on me,” his other hand drifted to your core to trace the way you struggled to take him.

“Oh fuck, too much–, too much!” you began to sob as he began to buck his hips and bury himself further inside of you, “t-that’s too deep, Bucky!”

“No, it’s not,” he chuckled breathlessly through a groan as he continued to stretch you to fit him, “I’m barely halfway.”

“Half–,” you gasped as it already felt as if he was so deep that you could feel him everywhere. From your toes that curled to all the way up in your fucking throat, there wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t flicker and spark for him like a bomb about to go off.

And as he huffed behind you with every laboured thrust, his hips snapping to crave his way deeper into your sweetness, his hands on you got rougher as they began to come down upon the curve of your bottom, smacking it and making you clench achingly around him at each blow.

The sniffles that filtered through your strangled moans then found Bucky’s ears, and he briefly tore his stare away from where he split you apart, to glance to your face and spot the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

“Are you fucking crying right now?” he couldn’t help but huff out a faint and amazed laugh, “aw, that’s okay, baby,” your mouth then fell open as one of his thumbs moved to plug up your tiny asshole, “you can cry if you need to…”

But through the piercing stretch that terrorised your soul, like shocks of electricity flicking through your nerves, you began to notice the euphoria slowly overpowering the pain, confusing you from how the two mixed and mingled. And then suddenly, Bucky’s greedy thrusts started to sound wetter and wetter with each sloppy slam into your soaked pussy, soon coming to a crescendo when your walls promptly squeezed down around him so tight that it forced his huge cock back out as your cunt achingly gushed around nothing and your wobbly knees collapsed beneath you.

Though as you came crashing down upon the bed, he wasted no time at all sinking down with you, “fuck… you’re doing so good for me, you know that?” your eyes rolled as he hummed directly in your ear, “just a little bit more, okay? Just relax around me, let me in,” he groaned as he struggled a moment to stuff himself back inside, pushing past your trembling sensitivity to make room for his length once again.

Though when he sank in, a low and blissful groan rumbling in his chest, it vibrated against your spine as he nearly crushed you as his hips began to roll and rut down into you, burying himself even deeper than before.

“Be a good girl, just lay right there and take it while I finally get to use this tiny little hole of yours,” he grunted as his efforts overstimulated you so fiercely that your legs trembled violently beneath him and drool began to trickle out of the corner of your mouth, soaking the sheets below, “mould you so good around me, make you take me, fit me perfectly, just the way you should, make you a pretty little fuckdoll for me…”

Though your face was twisted to face the door, it was a struggle to keep your eyes open, lending you only to notice the figures that filled up the exit when one of them took a step to the side and spoke up as he knocked on the neighbouring door.

“Yo, Steve!” Thor slammed his fist against the door till it creaked open, “bro, come out here.”

“Yeah, you gotta see this, man,” Ransom called out as well, his feet remaining in the threshold so his stare could stay glued on your cockdrunk visage.

And when your stepbrother stepped out to spot what was happening just in the next room, he swiftly leaned his form against the doorframe as a wide grin bloomed on his features.

“Holy shit,” Steve chuckled breathlessly as he stared at the pair of you in amazement, “well fucking done, Buck!”

“Thank you,” the man that squished you further into the mattress chuckled smugly as he tangled a burly arm under your chin and let his inked bicep flex against your pulse and choke you lightly, “thank you very much.”

“I mean, I for sure thought you’d have to hold out even longer,” Steve tilted his head slightly to catch a glimpse of how your cream stained Bucky’s cock as it helplessly leaked out of you, forming a messy ring around his fat girth.

“Well, sometimes patience doesn’t get you what you want. Sometimes you just gotta stop playing by the rules and make life your bitch,” Bucky grunted before his lips began to nibble at your ear, “right, Y/n?”

Scarcely registering their sinful words through your fucked out fog, all you could reply with was a slurred, “mmngmphh…” your mumbled moan only triggering Bucky to grow even more cocky than before.

“That’s right, baby, I knew you could fucking take it. You didn’t, but I sure did,” he panted against your neck, “see, if you weren’t such a little prude, then you would have gotten this big dick so much earlier, wouldn’t you have liked that? Instead of being such a brat and making me wait till everyone else had gotten to use you as their own personal little fucktoy to get off with.”

And though you tried to answer, you instead heard your stepbrother chuckle over your pathetic moans, “fucking hell, look at how wrecked she is. Buddy, I think you might have actually broken her,” before he glanced over his shoulder at Thor, “hey, go get the other. Wake them up if you have to, they shouldn’t miss another second of this shit.”

You barely noticed as the rest of the fraternity slowly filtered into the room as your eyes soon fluttered shut and yet another orgasm rocked your sense, your cunt creaming all over Bucky’s excruciatingly thick cock. When he then suddenly flipped you around onto your back, you dizzily discovered the audience that had formed as you hazily blinked around the crowd. Some were lined up behind Bucky, others off to the side of where you laid melted against the sheets, and a few remained staring in the doorway, though over half of them had already freed their own dicks, while the remaining few that hadn’t yet still only palmed their palpable tents as they watched intently.

A shrill yelp bubbled up your lungs as Bucky then tapped the hefty weight of his length against your overly sensitive pussy. Your legs were folded and crumbled on either side of your frame as he sloppily rubbed himself against your mess, letting the rest see just how much he had ruined you.

“You guys wanna see how pretty I can make her gape for me?” Bucky asked the others as his gaze stayed glued to your little hole, nuzzling against it as it looked as if it had snapped back into place, almost like he’d never been in there at all.

And with the cheers that promptly rumbled behind him, he then repeatedly rammed his cock inside your cunt before retreating completely with the lewd pop of your poor pussy letting go of his monstrous girth. Each time he slid inside, he gradually ventured further, burying himself deeper before pulling back out and watching as your hole steadily relaxed for him, moulding to his size. At first, your leaky entrance only winked back at them all a brief moment before snapping back into place, till you eventually gaped properly enough for them all to applaud in awe as Bucky paused a moment to grasp you with both of his broad palms and spread you wide, holding you open for everyone a moment longer before your hole quivered back into place.

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you then forced them to blink as you felt Frank momentarily step up beside you and swiftly free your hands from the cuffs that still kept them bound behind your back, seeing as you couldn’t possibly escape now that you were so cockdrunk you could barely stay awake.

All of their deep voices and lewd comments washed over you like a stormy sea, crashing into you and making you even more lightheaded than before.

Ari then shifted to kneel down next to you and scoop his palm under your head, tilting it up for your hazy vision to flicker down to the unobscured crude view of how your pretty pussy got impaled by Bucky’s obscene size, stretching you apart way beyond your limits.

And as he mercilessly drove his cock into you, his balls managed to smack against your slick skin as he finally buried himself completely inside of your warmth, the tip of him not only diving deep enough to kiss your cervix, but to bump and bully against it with such force that it caused you to repeatedly lose your breath.

You had never felt so full before in your life, surely too full, as even though you were blinking down at the hard evidence before you, you still didn’t fully believe that you were capable of such feats, of taking him the way that he made you.

“O-oh, fuck…” you shakily whimpered when you caught sight of the way his monstrous size bulged through your belly, making it seem as though he was fucking straight through your pussy and into your guts.

Your teary eyes then flickered to find Steve in the crowd before one of your hands weakly grabbed for him. Seeing as it was the very least he could do, he granted you the comfort and closed the short distance, trading places with the frat’s president, before he grasped your trembling palm in his own.

“Damn,” you faintly heard Curtis mutter as he stared, his girth ever throbbing in his fist, mirroring the rest of them, “maybe you should just make her cockwarm you for the rest of the day, just as a precaution to make it easier for you next time.”

“Oh, you’re right, she might need that princess treatment,” Steve murmured as he raised the back of your palm up to his lips for a brief peck, “you’d let him do that, wouldn’t you, sis? For me? Be good for my best friend?”

“Uh-huh,” you found yourself panting as their words flew straight over your dazed head as it jostled on the mattress each time Bucky’s hips snapped against your ass, your zealous slickness being so messy at this point that it clung to his skin as well and kept you both connected in glossy strings, like spiderwebs, each time his efforts retreated.

“Shit,” Marc groaned as his fingers, tightly wrapped around his own dick, began to speed up, “this is so hot… I think I might blow my load.”

“Me too, fuck,” Scott harmonized.

“Cum in her mouth,” Bucky uttered, “go on, be a good girl, open up for them,” before you then felt your stepbrother beside you pry your lips apart mid-moan.

And as the pair stepped up and, one by one, painted your breathless tongue with their essence, you heard Lloyd rumble firmly, “you better swallow every single drop they give you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, doesn’t it taste good what you do to them, to all of us?” Billy purred before he let a dollop of spit drop from his lips into his palm as he paused momentarily before silkily stroking his length one more to you.

“Maybe if you beg real pretty, it could become your dessert after every one of your meals,” Miguel suggested with a smirk, “but only if you’re good, then maybe you can have the privilege of being our little cumdump.”

“Is that what you want?” Andy uttered huskily, his fevered efforts stealing some of his breath, “you wanna be Kappa Alpha Nu’s official little toy? Just be all fucking adorable and help us get off?”

But then Bucky let out a low chuckle as he shifted your feet to rest up upon his broad shoulders, “you’re saying that like she isn’t already…” he grinned proudly before sinking down closer and folding your body in half.

Your free hand clawed at his bicep as both of them flexed to keep him from crushing you as he tilted down to kiss you ravenously. His rhythm picked up till it reached a desperate pace, pumping his fat cock into you as he groaned against your lips. Though even after you felt his big dick twitch inside of you and pump your pussy full of his cum, his efforts didn’t cease, only degraded slightly as he shivered above you, stubbornly fucking you till you unravelled as well.

With a ragged moan, he finally withdrew from your haven and reached down to messily rub his touch against your poor pussy, all swollen and puffy as it squirted once again for him, your juices weakly gushing all over the bed as his load too trickled out.

It was all a blur after that.

At first, as you still laid there, panting and twitching at Bucky’s overstimulating touch that he hadn’t yet freed you from, the three frat guys who were looming right beside you, Thor, Curtis and Andy, decorated your heaving tits and stomach with their hot cum.

After that, one by one, Miguel, Billy, Frank, Ransom, Lloyd and Ari stepped up and came wherever their heart desired. Some chose your exhausted face, all cute and breathless, blinking up at them, while others elected to finish on the soft peaks of your boobs, making you flash them your soft tongue, or even just paint your puffy pussy white and add to the mess already sticky and sore between your limp thighs.

And lastly, having clearly edged in order to grant himself the honour, your stepbrother let go of your shaky hand and slotted himself in between your legs. Wasting no time teasing you, he plugged the very tip of him into your wrecked hole, making your whole frame briefly jump and quiver on the mattress before your soreness clenched around him and milked him dry as he swiftly emptied his balls inside of you.

“Well, I think it’s official,” Steve exhaled when he finally pulled his dick back out to admire his cum slowly leaking out of you, “she is finally ready and broken in enough for us to start having some real fun…” his eyes then briefly flickered around to his friends beside him as he uttered, “gentlemen?” before his gaze once again returned to you, “let’s begin.”

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Demonic Domination | MASTERLIST

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Sumary: Y/N doesn't classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she's just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it's difficult when you're rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it's cool because it gives her a lot of stories... Until her feet touch New York's ground. It's all downhill from there.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: +18 romance; angst; fluff; smut; violence; torture; gore; cursing; pseudo harem; not following 100% mcu events; feelings. English isn't my first language, so please be kind. chapters have their own warnings, too, for safety.

MAIN STORY CHAPTERS

Prologue [off the record]

One | Lo Hecho Está Hecho | on a rainy night, y/n is rescued by moon knight, and for a while, london becomes her home. but no one can really escape fate, not when your former lover is death herself.

Two | Nuns on Cocaine | maybe traveling around the world solving cases and dealing with cryptids isn't that bad, unfortunately someone decided that was a great idea to play around with the occult and scientific shit, now y/n needs to clean some superheroes' mess.

3] Boss Bitch | y/n isn't one to be intimidated. yes, her memory is shit and she can't really explain her knowledge, but she knows how things go. she can deal with vigilantes, their work similar to hers, there's no glamour or riches. but fuck superheroes and their super shit, y'know? even if they're hot and gorgeous as fuck.

4] Voulez-Vous? | there's an expectation in the air, a tension that's not only about want or need. of course, there's a fricking bomb and a targed on her back. if only she could remember why. at least she has the devil on her side.

5] Seal It With a Kiss | a crush, a casual fling, a passionate night, a you're made for me, a can't lose you now, a maybe im already falling in love. but y/n will deny it till the end. she's not going soft. she'll lie through her teeth, but a promise is a promise, even if you don't say the words out loud.

6] Murder On The Dance Floor | she should have seen it coming. of course, nothing is that simple. she's not jealous of their past, but she can't ignore the feeling of trying to keep up with them. she's stuck in the middle. now isn't fun anymore.

7] People Disappear Here | she knows every one of them has a terrible past (and ghosts), but this chaotic dirty nightmare is hers, so fuck it. she's going swinging it like the devil. maybe it's time to finally be the boring grown-up.

8] No Good Deed Goes Unpunished | her past officially came like a wrecking ball, nowhere to run or hide. with her memories back, she wishes everything was different. and then there's the most important question: how much does a life cost? she doesn't know, she can't fucking die.

EXTRAS:

moodboards: y/n | natasha romanoff | bucky barnes | matt murdock

characters list: moon knight boys; tony stark; clint barton; steve rogers; frank castle; wade wilson; bruce banner; logan; kate bishop; yelena belova; maria hill; fury; thor; scott lang; wanda maximoff; pepper potts; peter parker; stephen strange.

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the--sad--hatter · 2 years ago

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My first fanfic. Quality wasn't 100% but it still holds a place in my heart ♥️

Name Calling (Mobile Masterlist)

COMPLETED

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -

Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

The ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on enjoying it quite so much.

But when your past catches up to you in the form of the mad scientist who made you, Bucky might be one of the only things that can save you from yourself. You can’t run from what you are but with his help, you can fight back.

Current Word Count - 131,583

1. Chapter One - Cereal Killer

2. Chapter Two - Game Changer

3. Chapter Three - Vernichtung

4. Chapter Four - Murder On The Dance Floor

5. Chapter Five - The Dating Game

6. Chapter Six -Mrs Captain Spandex

7. Chapter Seven - Fight or Flight

8. Chapter Eight - Introduction To Fatherhood

9. Chapter Nine - Mission Control

10. Chapter Ten - The Lies We Tell

11. Chapter Eleven - Coffee Ransom

12. Chapter Twelve - Blue Moon

13. Chapter Thirteen - The Best Laid Plans

14. Chapter Fourteen - Safe As Houses

15. Chapter Fifteen - Free As A Bird

16. Chapter Sixteen - The Circle Of Life

17. Chapter Seventeen - Puzzle Pieces

18. Chapter Eighteen - The Way She Makes Me Feel

19. Chapter Nineteen - Fury’s Shadow

20. Chapter Twenty - Obstacles

21. Chapter Twenty-One - A Kitten In A Birds Nest

22. Chapter Twenty-Two - First Day On The Farm

23. Chapter Twenty Three - Revelations

24. Chapter Twenty Four - Around The Campfire

25. Chapter Twenty-Five - Trending

26. Chapter Twenty-Six - The Cat’s Out Of The Bag

27.Chapter Twenty Seven - Daddypool and Princess Peach

28. Chapter Twenty Eight - An Old Friend

29. Chapter Twenty Nine - Iron Dad In Law

30. Chapter Thirty - The Beast Within

31. Chapter Thirty-One - Roses And Thorns

32. Chapter Thirty-Two - Let Sleeping Soldiers Lie

33. Chapter Thirty-Three - Capture The Cat

34. Chapter Thirty-Four - Starkcation

35. Chapter Thirty-Five - Education

36. Chapter Thirty-Six - Health Benefits

37. Chapter Thirty-Seven - Sign On The Dotted Line

38. Chapter Thirty-Eight - Wilson Squared

39. Chapter Thirty-Nine - A Reintroduction To Fatherhood

40. Chapter Forty - Growth

41. Chapter Forty-One - Mischief Managed

42. Chapter Forty-Two - The Truth Hurts

43. Chapter Forty-Three - Run Away

44. Chapter Forty-four - Making Love On The Mountain

45. Chapter Forty-Five - Soldier Of Death

46. Chapter Forty-Six - Out Of The Woods

47. Chapter Forty-Seven -The Doctor Will See You Now

48. Chapter Forty-Eight - The Final Chapter

49. Chapter Forty-Nine - Epilogue

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Indecent Proposal (3)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shitty boyfriend, the reader doesn’t take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters, slow burn (kinda), talk about sex, horny mobsters, possessive mobsters

A/N: This is a shorter, interlude chapter. I wanted to go straight for the smut but decided against it because...I'm a tease :)

Indecent Proposal (2)

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In your youth, when you made a scrapbook for your future self, you never imagined ending up despising someone so much that you wished they were dead. It wasn’t in your plans that you end up between two mafia bosses who are about to kill your boyfriend.

“Do you want us to do it fast or slow?” Bucky nuzzles your cheek. He purrs your name, his intentions clear. “Name it, and we will do it.”

“I want him out of my life,” you sniff, and drop your gaze, “but…” You take a deep breath. “I don’t want to be responsible for his death. I can’t live knowing you killed him because of me.”

“Scott Lang will never come back to this town, and you’ll never hear from him,” Steve casually says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to make people disappear. “If you don’t want us to kill him, he’ll live.”

You look away when Steve drags your now ex-boyfriend out of the room. Scott screams your name, begging you to take your words back. You choke out a sob but don’t stop the mobster. Scott sold you to the mobsters without a second thought.

“He’ll never bug you again.”

“I don’t want him dead,” you lift your gaze to look at Bucky. “For tonight, I want to go home and…” You shake your head. “I can’t just…this is not how this will go. If you want me, you have to earn it. I’m not going to be a breeder.”

“You’re a lady after all,” you can hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice. It’s hard to ignore his piercing blue eyes, and the darkness in them. “I understand that you want to get to know us better before you go on your knees for me.”

You gasp at his crudeness. No man ever talked to you like this. “Maybe I want you to go on your knees for me first. I like me who can lick my pussy good.”

He flashes you a smirk and gives you a wink. You know better than falling for his charms and playfulness. Bucky is still one of the men holding your life in his hands.

“Aw, baby doll. Stevie and I can eat cunt for hours. If you are a good girl,” he says and cups your face with his metal hand, making you gasp, “I’ll let you ride my face one day.”

“Did you get started without me?” Steve walks back inside the room, as you try to find your voice. These men truly know how to make a woman nervous. “Just you know, my beard and face make a perfect throne for you, doll.”

“Stevie, she wants to get to know us before we go down and dirty,” Bucky whispers as runs his thumb over your cheek. The cool metal against your skin is a stark contrast to his fiery gaze. “Do we want to give her the chance to get to know us or do we want to have our way with her right here and now?”

“We are gentlemen, my love,” Steve runs his hand over Bucky’s back, making the mobster shudder. “Maybe she likes to watch.” The blonde flashes you a smile. “What do you say? Do you want to watch me taking Bucky apart? He makes the most beautiful noises for me.”

“I—” You lick your dry lips. This must be a dream. The most beautiful men you ever saw fight for your attention and want to breed you. Even though you have to admit, that they are both scary as shit you can’t help but feel attracted to these men.

“Stevie don’t overwhelm her,” Bucky tuts. He brings you into his arms, shamelessly roaming your body with his hands. “Hmm…so soft and warm. I will love marking your body as mine.”

“Ours,” the blonde corrects. “We can’t let you go home, doll. You’ll only overthink things. How about you sleep in our guestroom? I promise nothing you don’t want will happen.”

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. If you don’t stand up for yourself tonight, they will rule your life completely. “No,” you confidently say. “I will go home and think about everything happening tonight in the morning.”

“Doll,” Steve warns.

“You are allowed to drive me home, though,” you flash Steve a smile. “Gentlemen always make sure that their date comes home safely. Right?”

“Steve,” Bucky looks at his husband. Steve’s cheek twitches, just like his hands. He had other plans and now you want to go home. “It’s a great opportunity to have a look at her home. We can check on security and stuff.”

“Hmm…no good.” Steve pokes your window with his finger. “I could break into this death trap within two minutes or less.”

“Steve,” Bucky tries to stop his husband from throwing you over his shoulder to run away with you. For months, they have been watching you. Now that they finally got you in their clutches, Steve cannot wait to make you theirs completely. “Be nice.”

“Uh-the landlord just repaired the window, and I got a new lock,” you point out. The men are not convinced. Your small apartment cannot compare with their mansion, you know that. But watching them inspect your home makes you feel uneasy. “I know it’s not much, but it’s mine.”

“No, no, doll,” Steve turns his attention toward you, and away from the lock. “It’s a nice apartment. We know Scott didn’t help you pay for shit.”

“While you are here, we should talk about a few rules,” you try to sound confident. “No talking about Scott. Not now, not ever.”

“Noted, doll,” Bucky calls from inside your bedroom. He got bold and opened your drawer to look at your underwear. “Hmm…silk, cotton…oh…woo-hoo…”

“Hey! That’s…” You gasp as Bucky twirls an open-back lace panty around his finger. “I found the naughty stuff, Stevie. She will look so good wearing these only for us. I bet,” he licks his sinful lips as he throws the panties at his husband, “she’ll look even better wearing these while full of cock.”

“Buck, relax,” Steve laughs as he can see the prominent erection strain against Bucky’s pants. “Y/N wants to take things slow.”

“I want to know if I’m only going to be a body you can use or part of your life. If you want me to carry your child, give me more than dick…”

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reveryfics · 2 months ago

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Tequila

James "Logan" Howlett x Male Reader

Summary: Logan sees you in a bar for the first time in over twenty years.

A/N: I have three requests in my drafts, however since they're all Scott Lang I'll upload them after doing some others. Requests open.

Tw: Slight angst - Alcohol - Smoking - Very soft smut

The music, a soft, almost mournful hum, seeped through the thick, smoky air of the bar, a fragile melody battling the raucous surge of patrons. The night deepened, and the air grew heavy, saturated with the cloying sweetness of spilled alcohol, the acrid tang of sweat, a cocktail of scents clinging to every surface, every breath. Yet, it was a comfort, a grim familiarity Logan had grown accustomed to, a worn blanket against the chill of his solitude.

The tequila, a thin, shimmering film on his lips, was a constant, unwelcome reminder. It wasn't his drink, never had been. It was yours. A bitter, burning echo of a shared past, a phantom taste of a connection forged in the crucible of shared suffering. You, another survivor, another experiment, a fragile victory against the horrors they inflicted. Perhaps that was the thread that bound you, a shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the scars you both carried. Or perhaps, it was something deeper, a sense of belonging he’d never found elsewhere, a warmth that defied the icy grip of his isolation.

Every searing sip of tequila conjured your image, a vivid, painful resurrection. He could see the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, hear the lilt of your voice, a melody now faded but etched into his soul. He could feel the ghost of your skin against his, the way his worn leather coat, now a hollow shell, had draped perfectly over your frame. He could hear you say his name, a whispered caress in the chaos of a world that had tried to steal it from him.

He remembered the raw, desperate need, the consuming ache of your absence, a void that yawned wider with each passing day. He tried, desperately, to fill the emptiness, to convince himself he could find solace in another's touch, in the echo of your favorite songs, but every attempt was a cruel mockery, a stark reminder of what he had lost.

He blamed himself, a relentless, gnawing guilt. He replayed every moment, every decision, searching for a different outcome, a way to have saved you. He told himself he hadn’t been strong enough, hadn’t been vigilant enough. But deep down, a chilling truth whispered in the shadows of his mind: no matter what he did, fate had already sealed your end.

Your memory, once so vibrant, so alive, was now a fading photograph, blurred at the edges, the colors muted. He clung to it, desperate to preserve the fragments, to keep you alive in the desolate landscape of his heart.

The sharp, metallic ding of the bell, announcing a new arrival, cut through the haze of his grief. He kept his head bowed, listening to the rhythmic tap of boots against the worn wooden floor, the sound growing closer, then halting just a few feet away.

A faint, familiar scent drifted towards him, a wisp of cigar smoke mingling with the sweet, earthy aroma of palo santo. He dismissed it, a fleeting hallucination, a cruel trick of his senses. He’d been nursing his own cigar all night, its smoke a thin veil against the suffocating loneliness. But then, he heard your voice, a whisper, a ghost of a sound that sent a jolt of electricity through his veins.

His head snapped up, his eyes scanning the crowded bar, desperate, searching. And then, he saw it: the worn leather jacket, the same one he had given you, years ago.

His body moved before his mind could process, pushing through the throng of bodies, a desperate, frantic surge towards the impossible. He stood before you, his heart pounding against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of his grief.

Everything about you was the same: the familiar curve of your cheek, the spark of hope in your eyes, the lilt of your voice, a sound he had thought lost forever. But then, the memories crashed over him, a tidal wave of anguish: your body, broken and still, lying on the cold, unforgiving ground, your blood a dark stain against the earth, the defiant, almost joyful smile on your face as you gazed at the sky. Your final words, a promise whispered through a veil of blood, "See you soon," echoing in the hollow chambers of his heart.

"Bubs?" he whispered, his voice a raw, broken sound. He didn’t expect a response, didn’t dare to hope. He was simply speaking to a ghost, a figment of his tequila-soaked memories.

But then, you turned, your eyes widening, disbelief and a flicker of recognition warring within them. You looked at him, a silent question hanging in the air.

"James?" you whispered, your voice trembling, a fragile echo of the past.

He didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around you, a desperate, clinging embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your skin, the scent he had carried with him through years of grief.

It was you. It was really you. Not a phantom, not a hallucination, but you, solid and real, back from the dead. "It's me, bubs," he whispered, his voice thick with tears, a desperate, joyful sob escaping his lips.

The embrace lingered, a silent testament to the impossible. Logan's hands, trembling slightly, traced the familiar contours of your back, as if confirming your reality. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy swirling within them. "How?" he breathed, his voice hoarse, a whisper lost in the din of the bar. "I saw you… I saw…"

You placed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "It's a long story, bubs. One I'll tell you, but not here." Your eyes, brimming with unspoken emotions, held a silent promise.

The conversation flowed, a torrent of whispered questions and hushed answers, a rekindling of a flame thought extinguished. Time seemed to warp and bend, the cacophony of the bar fading into a distant hum as you two became lost in the rediscovery of each other.

"Come with me," you murmured, your hand finding his, your touch sending a familiar warmth through his veins. "I have… a place."

Your apartment was a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the bar, a small, dimly lit space, worn and faded, yet filled with a quiet intimacy. It was a reflection of survival, a testament to the resilience you both shared. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, with the weight of years lost and the fragile hope of a future found.

The kiss was inevitable, a collision of longing and relief, a desperate, hungry claiming of what had been lost. It was a kiss that spoke of grief and resurrection, of a love that had defied death itself. Logan's hands cupped your face, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of your cheekbones, as if memorizing every detail.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the words a raw, vulnerable offering. "God, I love you. I dreamed of just one more night, just one more touch…"

"I'm here now," you murmured against his lips, your voice a soothing balm to his wounded soul.

The urgency was palpable, a desperate need to bridge the chasm of time and loss. Logan's hands moved with a feverish intensity, undressing you both, his touch reverent, almost worshipful, as he explored the familiar landscape of your body. He kissed every inch of your skin, a silent apology for the years of absence, a celebration of your return.

The lovemaking was a tempest of raw emotion, a fusion of grief and joy, a desperate claiming of life in the face of death. It was a dance of bodies and souls, a symphony of whispered words and ragged breaths. Logan's touch was both tender and fierce, a testament to the depth of his longing, to the fear of losing you again. You responded in kind, your body moving with a desperate, yearning grace, your voice a soft litany of his name.

"I missed you," he groaned, his voice thick with emotion, his body moving against yours with a desperate rhythm.

"I missed you too," you whispered back, your voice a soft echo of his own.

Afterwards, you lay nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you, a protective embrace. The silence was comfortable, filled with the quiet contentment of shared intimacy. You traced the lines of his chest with your fingertips, a silent exploration of the familiar terrain.

"Remember that night," you murmured, a soft smile playing on your lips, "when we danced in the rain, and your coat was soaked through?"

"And you laughed at me," he chuckled, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Said I looked like a drowned rat."

"You did," you teased, your laughter a soft, melodic sound.

The memories flowed, a tapestry of shared moments, of laughter and tears, of a love that had defied the odds. The past was a part of them, a foundation upon which they would build their future. They were ready to move forward, to embrace the here and now, to rewrite their story, together.

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rainydayathogwarts · 2 years ago

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My favourite fics from other authors!!

── HARRY POTTER ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────

Reunited - Sirius Black, by @fandomlit Good boy, Pads // pt. 2 - Marauders, by @unconventional-lawnchair Moony's back! - Remus Lupin, by @eufezco Secret kisses - Remus Lupin, by @srslyblvck Stop, you're losing me - potter!reader, by @amnmesias Whimsical!reader - Sirius Black, by @moonstruckme 1000 secret kisses - Regulus Black, by @agreeeeeeeeeee interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut New people - James Potter by @ddejavvu A date? - James Potter by @iamgonnagetyouback Hopelessly in love - James Potter by @marauroon Worrying - George Weasley, by @wifelivvyx Unapologetically in love - James Potter, by @marauroon

── CRIMINAL MINDS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand Don't think I don't like you - Spencer Reid by @luveline Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline The fear of falling apart - Spencer Reid by @pathologicalreid Lipstick trail - Aaron Hotchner by @ddejavvu Smells like roses - Aaron Hotchner, by @hotchflies Silver Springs - Spencer Reid, by @ama0310 Tell your baby that I'm your baby - Aaron Hotchner, by @em-prentiss Spencer Reid smut drabble - by @palmerzy Down the neck - Spencer Reid, by @crsssie Sex on the beach - Spencer Reid, by @g1rld1ary

── MCU ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────────

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

── STRANGER THINGS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc) Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair The fair - Eddie Munson by @lovebugism Eyes don't lie - Steve Harrington, by @andvys

── CELEBS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────────

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

#stranger things #stranger things fics #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminalmindsfandom #criminalminds #criminal minds fics #hogwarts #harry potter #wizarding world #celebrities #chris evans #tom holland #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #rainydayathogwarts

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waywardcrow · 1 year ago

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Timeless.

Chapter IV.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier and as the Winter Soldier in general, flashbacks and dreams in italics like this, lots of feels, reader's being a little anxious, some stalking lol, a brief sex scene (p in v), very bad written smut, implied domestic violence (not from Bucky), murder mentioned, past lives, past 40'sreader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <;<<

You were fired, that wasn’t a surprise.

Mia Alexander didn’t sue you for every penny you had, that was shocking.

But getting a call from Pepper Potts herself, that was the real main event of your whole life.

She asked you to go and pay her a visit at her office in the Avengers tower, like if that didn’t send you in a spiral of bliss and terror, what will you wear? What could a woman like her want to talk with someone like you? Even if Sergeant Barnes –Bucky, you reminded yourself- told her what had happened in the gala, she might be mad at you.

Your head begun to think in the possibilities all the way there, considering that this was the reason why Mia didn’t sued you, maybe Pepper Potts would do it.

When you finally arrived to the tower your stomach was in knots, not even your lucky outfit made you feel better but like every other day in your life you sucked it up and walked to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m here to see Miss Potts?” you said, making it sound more like a question and the receptionist stared at your vintage midi skirt and blouse like he understood your hesitation. You offered him a smile before telling him your name so he looked for it in the screen in front of him and gave you a visitant pass.

“Third floor, follow the hall, last door in your right” he said and then went back to his screen.

“Oh, ok, thanks” your neck was hot with embarrassment when you reached the elevators and just became more evident when you got in and someone else did too.

“Good morning, third floor too?” Scott Lang, THE Scott Lang, asked you and you could only nod like an idiot. He did a double take on your face and smiled “hey, I know you; you are the girl who throws champagne at evil bosses.”

You were turning purple, it was a sure thing.

“What?” it was all you said.

“Yeah, the other night you did an incredible stunt, Sam told us everything” so Captain America knew too, great. Scott must saw something in your expression because his changed “is ok, seriously, when we hear what she did no one blamed you for it, I was sure Hope was about to kick her ass and don’t let me start with Yelena” your head was spinning “I think it was brave and more subtle than ruining your boss company and driving a car to his pool”

That earned a strangled laugh from you.

“Are you going to see Miss Potts too, Mr. Lang?” you asked when the elevator doors opened again and you walked with him.

“Actually I’m going to see Maria Hill but I’ll see you later” he smiled at you with such honesty that you relaxed for the first time in all day, making your way to your destiny you noticed the front desk for Miss Potts assistant was empty and you were just on time which was as good as being late.

Without not knowing what to do, you knocked at her door.

“Come in”.

Taking a deep breath, you did it squaring your shoulders and trying to tell yourself everything would be fine.

“Good morning, Miss Potts, I hope is ok I called, there was no one and-“

“It’s completely fine” she said gesturing for you to sit in front of her and went to address your formally even if contradicted her next words “Please call me Pepper, everyone does.

There was something about her, a professionalism that was inspiring but also made her approachable and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Only if you call me by my first name too”

“It’s what you like to be called? Because Sam told me about your friend calling you Ace when he went with Sergeant Barnes to the hospital, I think it fits you” at her words it was impossible not to blush again; first of all because of the mention of Bucky, the recurrent thought of your head the last days and then because of the nickname Harper gave you.

“I mean, yeah, my friends call me that” it was an exaggeration, you only had one friend.

“Maybe we should stick to it, between me and you Pepper is not even my name but I think is perfect for me” there was something like nostalgia in her eyes but she didn’t let you think too much about it “and I like that my employees feel comfortable when we talk.”

“Excuse me, what?” it was really embarrassing how you couldn’t form a decent sentence in front of her.

“I would like you to be my assistant, Ace” she said and then your life really changed.

Bucky still could tasted you, the other you, the one who reincarnated and was born in a rich Italian family in 1950, the one that somehow found him when he was The Winter Soldier.

He wasn’t supposed to fuck you in your fiancée’s car, well ex fiancée, you couldn’t marry a dead asshole. His mind couldn’t know why he needed you that bad but his body did, Bucky was sure it was the conditioning what made him be such a caveman with you but the truth was, you were his mirror back then.

You wanted him since Lucas bragged about his connections to Hydra and how they lend him their best asset to protect the arsenal his father’s company will provided for them. Your whole attention was in the silent assassin who looked at you like you were everything he could ever want.

Lucas wasn’t great with you, his little bird, that’s why he snapped his neck and took you away, sometimes his nightmares will let him breath and remember you surrounding him, riding his cock, high in pleasure, telling him that you loved him before you both were found and he was dragged back to Hell.

As a small blessing, he didn’t remembered that while dreaming, Bucky was too lost on you, in the salty taste of your skin against his tongue when he traced the valley of your naked breasts with it.

“Give me one more, little bird” he ordered, thrusting in and out of you with an incredible skill considering the small space “drench my cock again.”

His english was perfect with you, no sign of hesitation, not remembering he wasn’t supposed to speak it so naturally when it wasn’t necessary; the Brooklyn accent showing up without effort.

“I- I can’t” you sobbed, drunk on him, your body asking for more.

“You will” his metal hand let go your neck to play with your clit, the cold metal sending you to your climax once again, taking him with you.

The softness of your skin against his was the last thing he remembered before waking up.

Harper called you when you got back home and screamed when you tell her the news; she made a joke about coming to work with you so she could see Sam Wilson every day, making you feel better. Since you convinced your parents go and have the retirement they deserved, Harper was the only one you had and she was more than what you deserved but sometimes you wished for more, for someone to go home to.

Like a fool, your mind went to Sergeant Barnes; you needed to thank him for what he did for you.

If not for him, you would have be ruined but how could someone put that in a thank you card?

Maybe you could bake something for him.

Bucky likes apple pie.

The thought came out of nowhere with an intense hint of pain between your eyebrows, what was that?

Maybe a nap would help, your new job waited for you and this was the chance you dreamed of, ruining it wasn’t an option.

When Bucky went to check on you that night, you were already sleeping in your couch, making very difficult for him to let you there. Of course he could break in and carry you to your room without waking you up but it would make you feel unsafe.

It was hard for him to go back to a civilian life, or the closest he could have, his actions needed to be careful, especially around you. It was also torture he remembered almost everything and you nothing at all, that he couldn’t tell you about that night on your porch in 1943 or your breakfast with him, Steve and the Howlies when your unit was sent to Europe and destiny brought you both together again, he couldn't tell you about that time in Italy.

Bucky wanted you to know everything but you will never believe him, in the best case you'd believe it was a joke or a proof of him losing his mind but you could also believe him dangerous –which he was- and get away from him where Bucky would not be able protect you.

Sited there in your fire escape, he started to memorize every part of you he could see through the darkness, if that was all he could have from you, he would make it be enough.

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Hello lovelies! Sorry for bringing this short chapter, I tried to start going through their past lives but witout giving so much details so this don't gets very confusing, if it still is please tell me so I can work on it, what de you think? I'll love to read about it in the comments!

Love, Lily.

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