#tony gets bridal carried

[pandagirl45]

When Tony and Bucky are in love, who has a stronger possessiveness? Who is more prone to jealousy?

For me, Tony and Bucky are both prone to jealousy, both are very subtle about it. Tony would show it by diverting attention from Bucky, he rather not share the Adonis view of his partner. Bucky would quietly glide behind tony staring with an intensity that tells people to walk away. Or just so a bent fork.

Tony doesn't get possessive because he still feels he doesn't or hasn't earn Bucky devotion like that. Bucky is possessive. He gets all bite happy. He would place a hand on Tony arc reactor. Held close and hands leaving their protective marks. It's like in clints words, "tony being haunted by a walking shadow."

The one time Tony would show possessiveness is when comes to hydra or the more loud snobby people. Mix results of feral energy, lol

[weyirn]

Marvel men with a bf that's bigger and taller than them and likes to carry them in a bridal style or likes to pick them up randomly

Marvel x Male!Reader

Taller/Bigger Boyfriend That Likes Picking Them Up

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☆Steve becomes flustered at first, and it takes him a little while to get used to it (not that he doesn't enjoy it or anything). Nowadays, he just relaxes in your arms, liking to be vulnerable and letting go once in a while. It shows how much he trusts you, allowing you to show this side of him. But picking him up randomly will result in him scolding you.

❄️Bucky likes it way more than he thinks he should...At first, he was surprised by it and stiffened up in your arms, but slowly relaxed and leaned into your chest, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you. But when it comes to being picked up randomly, he doesn't enjoy it. He would rather have a heads up before you do it instead.

💲Secretly fanboying Tony doesn't admit that he enjoys it and makes snark comments about it, but then he starts to complain when you would put him down. It's fun to use this to your advantage and tease him about much he likes being carried by you, watching him roll his eyes and get flustered by it.

🕸Peter blushes and shyly clings to you, not wanting you to put him down. He feels a little secure being in your arms. There are times where he just wants to be in your arms, so he'll just sit in your lap and you'll have your arms wrapped around him. Just anything to feel your touch.

⌲If you're randomly picking him up, Sam would kind of take it as a challenge, as he would try and catch you right before you can put your hands on him. If he fails to catch you, then he'll be like, "you're not going to put me down anytime soon, aren't you?"

🐜Scott feels his heart flutter whenever you pick him up, and immediately clings to you. Sometimes, he holds his arms in the air, hinting that you should pick him up and carry him. He will have fun if you pick him up randomly, being both surprised but also laughing it off.

💚The only time Bruce will let you pick him up is when he's exhausted and you're carrying him to bed. He doesn't feel comfortable being picked up randomly (cuz it might make his nerves bad).

⚡️Thor is...actually surprised that you can pick him up, but that doesn't mean it's not a pleasant surprise for him. He's always clinging to you and smiling, liking how easy it is for you to carry him. He'll always laugh along with you when you would pick him up randomly, enjoying the pleasant surprise.

🐍It always makes Loki grumpy that you pick him up; he thinks you're doing it to tease him, or to rub it in his face of how bigger and stronger you are of him. He will never admit that he may enjoy it, considering the fact that he doesn't even try to get out of your arms when you hold him.

🖤Eddie actually thinks this is much better than him walking on his own (and Venom telling him how much of a slow walker he is). He just doesn't let you do it in public unless he's exhausted. But you're not picking up Venom any time soon (cuz he won't let you, and he's way bigger than you anyway, lol).

[downbadf0rficppl]

sweater weather

Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: While caught out in a snowstorm while on a mission, you resort to desperate measures to keep warm.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Canon violence, slightly injured reader, smut, manhandling, soft sex, facefucking

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The mission was long. And hard. And all you wanted now was a nice, long nap.

Steve had brought up this particular mission while you two were hiding in Manila. You always preferred the warmer destinations, even when you worked for SHIELD.

It was a simple mission - too simple in hindsight - the grab-the-file-and-get-out type.

"It's Austria," you sighed, again with the cold. "I know, sweets, but it's an ex-Hydra base. We gotta check it out, make sure they don't have anything they shouldn't."

You nodded, "When do we leave?"

"Wheels up in an hour."

When you landed in Austria, your mood soured quickly. There was a foot of snow surrounding the town, and you trudged through the snow to get to the safehouse - a mile away from the nearest town. You were staking out the safe house when the entire town lost power. No lights, no heating, no appliances. It was going to be a rough couple of days.

You bundled yourself in a coat and blankets while you and Steve went over what you knew. The old Hydra base had been abandoned for a while, but it was one of the few that hadn't been on SHIELD's radar due to the lack of activity in the area. It seemed that they had missed something. It seemed very active now.

You spent the first few days making sure no one suspected you were doing anything suspicious. You stocked up on firewood - making sure you would have enough, even if you ended up snowed in for a couple of days. You tried to get out to some shops, but with the three inches of snow in the local town, no shops were open. You hoped that there was some long-life food still left in the safe house.

When you set out, you silently prayed that the power would come back on by the time you had finished dealing with the agents in the bunker. You also thanked Tony for putting a heater in your suit as part of one of his routine upgrades. You weren't freezing your ass off as you broke into the base.

The bunker itself was powered by some self-generating form of energy - no doubt developed as a result of Loki's scepter in the hands of Baron Von Strucker. The bunker was still working at peak capacity when you and Steve waltzed in the building, guns a-blazing, looking for any signs they were planning something big.

The bunker clearly had been expecting you, launching a full assault on you as soon as you guys walked in. Agents flew left, right, and centre, throwing kicks and punches. The odd bullet was fired at your heads. They were good. But you were much better. You dodged each blow, retaliating with one much harder. They may have had power but it was amateur. You were a battle-hardened professional.

One guy was lucky. He took a baton to your ribcage while you were preoccupied with two other guys. Clearly, he hadn't learned to play fair. You threw the other two guys off you, kicking your assailant into the wall. A nasty crack was the end of him.

You left the bunker exhausted, gripping a nasty bruise that was forming over your ribs. Steve wrapped an arm around you, carrying your weight as you hobbled from the bunker. He abandoned the idea quickly, your height difference making the maneuver awkward. Instead, he wrapped his arms under your thighs, scooping you up bridal style.

You nuzzled into his chest, seeking out his warmth as the snow beat down upon you both. Steve was like a human furnace, his heat radiating through you, keeping you warm even in the hostile temperatures you found yourself in. He smiled down at you, gripping you tighter into his body as you retreated into the trees.

It was about 12 miles from the bunker to the safe house and Steve knew he had to get you both there before the blizzard really hit. There he could check your ribs for the extent of the damage. He prayed that the damage wasn't bad, guilt overtaking his mind. A few seconds of preoccupation on his part led to you being injured. Steve felt terrible.

He was also on high alert. There was no exfil team. They weren't Avengers anymore. They were on their own out here - even Nat wouldn't be able to get here in time if they were attacked.

The trudge through the snow was terrible. Frost covered your hair and his beard, and the chills were racking through your body with more frequency. The snow was seeping through your tactical gear, and given that night was fast falling around them, Steve picked up the pace.

More than once, you offered to walk alongside him, saying that you'd both be faster if you could run, but then an odd step would jolt your body and the pained gasp that would leave your lips was an answer enough.

By the time you reached the house, you had fallen asleep in Steve's arms. He kicked the door open with his toe - the key being a biometric scan of his eye.

You woke up as he sat you down gently on the edge of the sofa.

"Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty." He chuckled as you threw your boot at his head. He caught it easily.

You almost swooned. Sometimes, you thought Steve showed off just to get a reaction out of you. You didn't mind - it was hot.

Steve shut the door with a click, kicking off his shoes by the door. You shivered. Somehow it was colder inside the house than outside. Steve grabbed your bag, throwing a pair of soft clean clothes in your direction, before grabbing some firewood and getting a fire started.

You limped into the bathroom, the coldness making your bones ache. You made quick work of your suit - throwing it into the bathtub, before toweling yourself dry. The wetness of the suit had chaffed at your skin, and the threadbare towel was doing nothing to help the soreness of your skin, but a little itchiness was nothing compared to the hell that would be a cold. Especially since you had no idea when you were getting out of here.

"The power's still out!" Steve called from outside the bathroom. You could tell he was leaning on the door frame, ever the gentleman, even in sub-freezing temperatures.

"Yeah, no shit sherlock." You mumble under your breath as you open the door.

Steve smirked, "I caught that." You gave him a sarcastic smile back. He passed you to go dry off, "No hot water, so I dumped my suit in the tub to dry." You said, leaning on the door frame to take in the picture in front of you.

Steve's usually prim and proper appearance was dishevelled, hair run through multiple times. His suit was half-unzipped, toned chest visible under the confines of the tight fabric. A spattering of hair grew on his chest - the result of multiple back-to-back missions. And, of course, being an internationally-wanted fugitive.

He gave you a nod of confirmation, before shutting the door. You turned around to be hit by a wave of warmth. In the time it took you to pull the skin-tight tac suit off your body - which, let's be honest, took quite a while seeing as it was soaked - Steve had managed to get a fire going.

You huddled close to the fire, pulling your legs into your chest and tucking your face into your knees. You stayed there while Steve stirred in the bathroom - the occasional grunt as he bumped into the things making you giggle.

You shuffled closer to the fire, trying to steal every ounce of warmth to warm your frigid body.

"Careful, doll, you might burn yourself." You looked up at him and smiled, reaching for him as he walked towards you. He sat behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You relaxed into his arms. This was nice. You needed to do this more.

He ran his fingers over your ribs, goosebumps following in his path. You winced slightly as he applied pressure. "Not broken." He whispered, hot breath ghosting over your ear. You shivered lightly.

Steve pulled you into a chair, before retrieving the first aid kit. He sat you down, before sinking to his knees in front of you. You clenched your thighs slightly, the action pushing your mind to filth. If Steve noticed, he said nothing. He rolled up your sleeves and your trousers, revealing a plethora of small cuts and bruises that littered your body. Steve made quick work of treating your superficial wounds, smiling sympathetically when you winced at the sting of antiseptic against the cuts.

He snuck a hand under your shirt, locking eyes with you in a silent request for permission. You pulled up your shirt, revealing the large bruise over your ribs. There was a red mark in the centre of the bruise where the pole had hit you. Steve gently wiped it with an alcohol wipe, before applying Arnica cream to the bruise. You watched him tenderly patch you up.

"I'm sorry." His words surprise you.

"What?"

"I should have been there. To protect you."

You scoffed, "In case it slipped your memory, you were preoccupied. It's not your fault."

He nodded silently, rolling your shirt back down. He started to pack up the kit, but you grabbed his arm, dragging him back to sit where you had been sat moments before.

"You're hurt too, Captain," you said, sinking to your knees in front of him in the same way he had. The effect you had on him was far more visible. His face blushed a bright red, and you smiled coyly.

You bandaged up the graze on his leg, hands lingering longer than they needed to. You pushed yourself off the floor and occupied yourself with the knots in his shoulders. The adrenaline made both your bodies tense, but while you had had the time to relax in Steve's arms, he hadn't had that same luxury.

You ran your fingertips over his shoulders, kneading the particularly tight parts. Steve let out a low groan in appreciation, resting his forehead on your stomach. The sound sent electricity through your body, heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach.

Steve's hands came around to rest on your thighs, pulling you closer into his body like he couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment.

You leaned to whisper into his hair, "It's not your fault, Steve." His hold on you only became tighter.

You stood like that for a while, your arms running up and down Steve's back while he convinced himself that you were fine.

He walked out back to grab more firewood, promising he'd be back in a few seconds. You smiled to yourself, fingers ghosting over your lips. The thought of kissing Steve was overwhelming, but you didn't want to push him when you weren't sure of exactly how he felt.

You had a pretty good idea though.

Ever since you had joined the Avengers, you had been close. But with the multiple near-end-of-the-world experiences, it never seemed like the right time to explore those feelings. Steve had always been affectionate, keeping close to you, both in public and private. He had bought you flowers regularly when you lived in New York, always remembered your birthday, protected you when Hydra agents and internet trolls attacked you. In return, you had stood by him in every fight that you could - you always had his back. He could count on that. When the dispute over the Sokovia accords had happened, you agreed with Steve - even if that meant you lost some close friends. In the years that followed, you had fought countless enemies side-by-side. Bucky sometimes joined you, Sam too. But for the most part, you two had become almost intimately acquainted.

You crept towards the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets for any long-life food that might have been kept there. You pulled a can out of the cupboard. Baked Beans. You pulled another can out of the cupboard. Baked Beans. And another. And another. And another. All beans.

Buried at the back of the cupboard was a single tin of Chicken Noodle Soup that was so out of date, the mold in it had probably bred a new organism. Baked beans it was then.

You heated the beans up in a pan, placing them over the roaring fire to warm them up. You huddled up to the fire again, chills wracking through your body, keeping the pan over the fire all the while. After a while, with the tomato sauce bubbling slightly, you pulled the pan away from the heat and stood up to serve it into the two cracked bowls that were left in the safe house. Tony had done a good job at emptying the safe houses after the end of the Avengers.

Your hands shook as you evenly distributed the beans. You could hardly bear to be this far away from the fire. You needed more layers, but your coat and your tac suit were soaked through, meaning you had nothing else to wear.

Your hands shook violently again as another shiver ripped through you. You tucked your hands under your armpits and raised your shoulders to cover your ears.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted something fuzzy draped on the edge of the sofa. Steve's jumper. He's been wearing it when he arrived in Austria but claimed that it was far too thick for him - immediately discarding it when you had entered the safe house. You didn't know how it had slipped your mind earlier.

You slipped it on - Steve hadn't lied. It was incredibly thick and cozy. And also quite large, dwarfing your figure, making you feel safe and warmed. You pushed up the sleeves and carried the bowls to the floor in front of the fire.

You noticed an extra pair of Steve's socks tucked into the front of his backpack. You quickly stole them, slipping them onto your feet. You were grateful that Steve was an over-packer.

You crouched back in front of the fire, pulling the jumper over your knees, balancing your bowl on your kneecaps.

You heard Steve before you saw him. He was carrying a pile of firewood in his arms and grumbling about how 'the stupid snow got in his boots and now his socks are wet'. You giggled.

"Glad you find my torment funny, sweets." He said, his eyes still trained on the wood in his eyes, "How would you feel if I got trench foot, and was benched for-" He stopped abruptly.

You looked up at him. His gaze was trained on your body, eyes darkening by the second.

"You shouldn't have done that, sweets."

Your face breaks into uncertainty. Maybe you had completely misread the situation. Maybe Steve only wanted to be friends.

The way he grabbed your face, though, told you differently.

He stooped low to cradle your face in his hands. He placed small kisses all over your face, pecking you like a bird would its food.

"You're mine." He whispered between each one. The declaration made heat pool in your stomach and you couldn't help but laugh. You grabbed his face with your hands, and pressed your lips to his, gently at first. Steve ran his tongue against your lips, begging to be let in.

You moaned as his tongue explored each and every part of your mouth. You could feel him getting harder every second that passed and that only spurred you on.

"Steve," his name fell from your lips like a prayer, "please."

He picked you up and you let out a soft gasp.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

You nodded, words cast from your mind. He chuckled, lust colouring his tone as he shuffled you in his arms.

"Makes me feel safe." You whispered, nestling your head into his shoulder. "Like it when you carry me."

He smiled and laid you on the sofa gently. He pressed deep and sensual kisses on your lips, large and warm hands caressing your body.

You arched your back as he ran a knuckle over your nipple. You were hopelessly horny, begging for friction.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"You. Only you." You whimpered.

"Where do you want me?"

"Everywhere. Please, Steve." You were begging. Steve's eyes lit up.

"Want me to love you, pretty baby?" Steve said, dragging his fingers up your sides.

"Steve, please!" You were close to tears.

He pulled your panties down, fingers slipping in between your wet folds.

"Fuck, darling, you're making a mess." You shuddered, moans spilling out from your lips. He pulls his trousers down, dick curling into his stomach.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

You nodded in response.

"Good." He slid into you gently, your walls stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, head tossed back in pleasure.

He was bigger than you had thought - you grabbed his bicep as he brushed your g-spot.

“S’big Stevie." You whimpered, "M’all full.”

"Yeah baby? You like that?" His hands came to rest on the bulge in your stomach.

The pleasure exploded like a million fireworks in your stomach. He started moving, setting a brutal pace, pushing in and out of you. His cock brushed your g-spot with every thrust, and soon enough you were seeing stars.

"Love it, Stevie! Please don't stop!" He drilled into you, muttering sweet praises.

The coil in your stomach tightened with each thrust. “M’not gonna last.” you whimpered softly.

“S’okay baby." He praised, "Come for me, pretty girl."

You came with a silent cry, shuddering as a wave of arousal washed over you. Steve rode out your orgasm with you, before pulling out. He stood up to head to the bathroom, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the sofa. You sank to your knees in front of him, again, and licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to."

You placed a kiss on the tip of his cock before taking it in your mouth and sucking on it. You wrapped your right hand around the base of his cock and used the other to massage his balls. Steve drew a sharp breath in above you. You wrapped his hand around your hair, giving him permission to fuck your face. He grabbed your hair tightly and fucked up into your face, choking you with the brutal pace that he set.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," Steve said, slightly relaxing his pace as he moved to pull out. You pushed your face further onto his cock.

Ropes of his cum coated the back of your throat as he came with moans of your name. Your eyes welled up as your throat filled with his seed. You swallowed it, much to Steve's surprise. He pulls you into his lap, before carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

You settle on the sofa in his lap, kissing lightly over and over again.

You turn your head to the fire. "Shit."

"What?" Steve looked at you in concern.

"The food. S'gone cold."

He burst into laughter, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He placed a small kiss on your shoulder. You could get used to this.

fin.

buy me a coffee

[0xstarzx0]

HARD WORK| ONE SHOT

Junior Alba x Reader.

{OPEN COMMAND}

[English is not my native language❗️❗️]

SYNOPSIS: After a tiring day, Junior has the right to rest…in his own special way.

TW: smut, sex, fingering, insult , penetration, plush, sex V, dirty language, dirty ?, +18

NDA: Hello! I just wanted to say that I was inspired by this post. Thank you @oceandriveab for inspiring me 💕

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Junior’s day had been hell, between Tony who pressured him all day and his colleague Nicole who only treated him like a child, Junior was overwhelmed.

Junior enters the living room, He throws his work bag on the couch and passes a hand in his messy hair "Love, I’m home." He says, his voice is clearly exhausted by his long day of work.

you come out of your bedroom, Junior details you when you enter the room, Your mini shorts highlight your curves and your white tank barely hides your nipples. 

Junior doesn’t know if he should fuck you on the couch or kneel down on your knees." Hi Sweetheart."  You approach him and kiss his cheek.

Junior offers you a tired smile and wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer "Hey babe, I missed you today." He kisses your cheek before resting his head on yours.

"I missed you too." You stick it against you. "I made some food. You hungry?"

Junior smiled and nodded, grateful for your kindness and understanding about his long hours of work. At first, Junior had normal work schedules but, since he’s been working on a new investigation, he’s been busy all the time and coming home late.

If he doesn’t come home late, he’s called late at night and has to go to work. The other night, when you were doing it. He had the misfortune to pick up his phone. result, an hour later he was with his colleagues investigating.

He knows you’re uncomfortable, but since you’re not saying anything, he’s not stepping up.

"Thank you, princess. I'm starving." He kisses your forehead and follows you to the table, taking in the delicious smell.

You put the table for one person. You put a large amount of food on his plate and put it in front of him smiling.

He smiles with appreciation and begins to eat, moaning with pleasure to the taste of delicious food. After a while, he notices that you are not eating and looks up. "Hey, aren’t you going to eat?"

you shake your head and shrug your shoulders. "I’m not very hungry."

He raises an eyebrow and studies you, noticing the slight bags under your eyes. 

"Baby, have you been sleeping enough?You know you need to take care of yourself too. Let me finish up and then I'll take care of you."

He winks before returning to his meal.

You laugh and get behind him. "I’m fine, no need to worry." You kiss his cheek and take it off him.

He sighs and smiles, loving the way you take care of him. You will do the dishes while he finishes.

 Once he has finished his meal. He stands up and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nibbling at your neck. It’s time for me to return the favor, don’t you think?"

"Are you done eating already?" You turn around to get his plate but he takes you in his arms and carries you to the bridal style in the room, being careful not to let you down. 

Once he reaches the bed, he gently lays you out and slowly kisses every part of the skin undressing you, he takes his time to appreciate every inch of your skin.

you moan at the sensation of his soft lips on every part of your body

He can't help but smile at your reaction, feeling satisfied and wanting to give you even more pleasure. 

He continues to place soft kisses all over your body, teasing you and building the desire between the both of you. "You like that, baby?"

You bite your lip and nod.

He growls sensually and presses his lips harder against your skin. His hands go down to your hips, bringing you closer to him as he undresses, you help him to go faster.

Junior stands up and stares at you, he begins to kiss you down to your intimacy.

His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you. He smiles passionately by burying his face between your thighs as he starts licking your clit. "God, you know I love that?"

you moan and lightly squeeze his head between your thighs causing him a growl.

He laughs and uses his tongue to make you lose your mind and it works, the way your moans come out looks like those of a porn movie.

He then starts to suck on your clit, using his lips to stimulate you while his tongue keeps teasing and flicking against it. "I could stay here all day..."

You close your eyes and slowly begin to tighten the sheets by pleasure. "Junior…" you moans.

He smiles against you, feeling incredibly satisfied at the noises you're making. He loves knowing that he's the one making you feel this way.

 he starts to suck harder your clit while using his fingers to penetrate you. "Do you feel good, baby?" 

he asks but already knows what your answer is. you feel your back bowing  closing your eyes even more.

you gasp as you open my mouth a little more every second. Junior can make you feel huge things just with his fingers and mouth

He can feel your body squeezing around his fingers, telling him that you are close. 

He speeds up his movements and sucks harder on your clit, pushing his fingers deeper, he feels you start shaking under his touch. "Will you cum for me princess?"

You don’t hear anything completely lost in your pleasure, it only takes a few seconds for him to understand it and accelerate even more.

Your body trembles, the sounds of your moans increase and without you even realizing it, you cum on his face and fingers.

It moans with satisfaction when it tastes your juice. He keeps his fingers inside you and slows down his movements, letting you take out the replicas of your orgasm before removing and wiping them on the sheets.

It moans with satisfaction when it tastes your juice. He keeps his fingers inside you and slows down his movements, letting you try to catch your breath before removing his fingers and wiping them on the sheets.

You take your breath with difficulty and he notices it.

He laughs and stands up leaning a sweet kiss on your lips. "Fuck I could never get tired of hearing you like this..."

You smile and he steals a kiss.

He stands up on one arm and rubs his cock between your slits to lubricate it then stands in front of your entrance.

He thrusts inside of you slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of your tightness around him. He groans in pleasure and begins to pick up the pace, sliding in and out with ease , he grabs onto your hips. "Fuck, you're so tight..." he moan.

you put your hands on his shoulders to stabilize you, he leans slightly and whispers to you:

"You like that, baby? You like when I fuck you like a dirty little slut? When I pound your wet cunt, I want to hear you beg for it, princess. Beg for my cock..."

you can’t even formulate a sentence "I-pl-I.." You moan, he hits with his hand your already swollen clit.

Junior accelerates, his pushes are violent. "Look at you, you can’t even formulate a fucking sentence anymore. you’re a real bitch." 

he puts his head up your neck and says just a little bit higher than a whisper. "I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight."

You feel the tears running down your face, you tighten around him and moan louder and louder. "Junior!" you moan feeling that you will soon arrive.

Junior growls of pleasure, it’s hot and so good for him. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you milking my cock." He says practically out of breath.

You drop your head back, and scream how brutal your orgasm is. You hear nothing but your heartbeat.

He groans in pleasure and thrusts deeper, feeling you tighten around him. He can feel his own orgasm building."Yeah, baby. Just like that. I'm so fucking close... You're going to make me cum, dirty girl"

Junior keeps pounding through your orgasm, making it last even longer. He can't help but smile as he sees how good he makes you feel. His own orgasm hits him suddenly, and he releases his hot seed deep inside you.

He takes a breath, looks like he ran a marathon while he just fucked you, his face sweaty.

 Junior looks at you and smiles. He puts his thumb on your lips and puts it in your mouth.

"Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?." He chuckles, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he watches you. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth. "I love you princess"

You take his hand and press it against your cheek, he strokes it with his thumb. "I love you too, Junior." You kiss his hand.

He captures your lips for a passionate kiss. His hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, leaving you both breathless by the end of it. 

Junior knew you liked it when he insulted you and for him it was a way to bring out the pressure of the job.

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The next day Junior didn’t go to work, he took care of you because you couldn’t walk. And to your delight, work hasn’t called him.

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[traveler-at-heart]

Flirt

Based on this post

WandaNat x Fem!SuperSoldier R

Nothing too serious, just silly stuff

Can you hear me calling Out your name? You know that I'm falling And I don't know what to say

Wanda hums along as she chops vegetables, glancing over at the casserole to check the water. As she moves over to get a pan, she feels a presence behind her.

“Hi there” you say and she blushes. Coming back from a training sesion, you’re desperate for some water so you reach behind her, trapping Wanda between your body and the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty and invading your space”

“It’s ok” she says, turning back to look at you. Her heart flutters with your half smile, as you finally take a glass and fill it with water. She misses your warmth instantly.

“Smells incredible” you comment, looking to the stove.

“Here” she offers you a taste and you let her feed you. Wanda’s eyes never leave your mouth, especially when you moan at the taste. “I made extra, in case you want some”

“Absolutely. Let me shower first and I’ll do the dishes, yes?”

“Ok” she nods, her hand dropping. Wanda’s too distracted to notice it is dangerously close to the fire, so she lets out a small whine as she jumps away from the heat.

“Come here” you inspect the small burn, and put her hand under the sink so the water helps with the pain. “Better?”

“I can also use magic”

“Well, maybe I wanted to hold your hand” you tease, and bring it to your lips. “There. I won’t be long”

“Yeah, ok”

Wanda smiles as you leave the room. She’s definitely asking you out soon.

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“I’m almost done” Natasha mutters, inspecting the mess of wires.

“I’m not complaining” you say. She’s sitting on your shoulders, propped up to get a better look at the security system that was glitching.

Your hands are on her thighs. She’s pretty sure you don’t realize it, but from time to time you run them up and down her legs or squeeze when she seems frustrated with Tony’s stupid system.

Truth be told, she may have done it quicker if she had a ladder. You could be… distracting.

“You’re so tight” you say out of nowhere and she almost falls from your shoulders.

“Pardon?”

“I meant tense” you look up to meet her eyes.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes” she complains, upset that you were able to get a reaction out of her. You always can.

“Can a super soldier give puppy eyes? I thought we were big and scary”

“You definitely can”

“What else have you noticed about me?”

Natasha continues to work quietly, and you figure she’s either angry or simply not in the mood to entertain you. Silence lingers for a few more minutes until she speaks again.

“You always smell like cinnamon”

“Do I?”

“Yes, even after the most physically demanding mission. The boys stink, even Barnes and Rogers”

“Thanks, I guess”

“If you tell anyone I said this I will deny it and kick your ass. And I’m all done here so you can put me down”

“Alright” you change your positions as if she weights nothing, but manage to carry her bridal style. Natasha glares, but your laugh is enough to hold her back.

“Since you worked so hard to fix this, why don’t I make you lunch and give you a nice massage, princess?”

She blushes at the pet name.

“Lead the way”

—

It’s movie night at the Compound. For the first time in months, the entire team is together, no urgent missions or new recruits to train.

Wanda keeps looking to the door, hoping you’ll join her on the couch.

Natasha is trying to be casual about it, but she is also waiting for you.

But minutes go by without any sign of you. Wanda has no choice but to make room for Vision and Natasha hoards a whole bowl of popcorn, feeling defeated.

“Are we missing anyone?” Steve looks around the room.

“Y/N” Wanda says too fast for Natasha’s liking.

“I believe she is out with a woman” Vision replies.

“What?”

“Who?”

Wanda and Natasha speak at the same time. They look at Vision and then at each other. Wanda tilts her head and Natasha glares, daring her to do something.

“She said it was a special occassion. But I’m afraid I don’t know anything else. I sense you are both upset about it”

“I don’t care” Natasha turns to the screen, sinking in her seat.

Wanda lifts a finger and the movie starts, making it clear that she won’t answer any questions.

“What’s happening here?” Steve says and Bucky slaps his back.

“You really don’t wanna know”

—

You go back to the Compound a day later.

“Welcome back, Casanova” Sam says with a wicked grin.

“Huh?”

“Y/L/N” Steve shows up a second later. “There’s a mission. Wanda and Natasha are joining you for an extraction”

“I’ll go get changed”

“Try not to piss them off any more” he warns, but seems too flustured to explain himself.

His words echo in your head while you get changed and step into the Quinjet. The last time you spoke with Wanda was during dinner; you left after your lunch with Natasha.

Why would they be upset?

“Hi, there” you greet both of them, but are met with silence. “Uh… you want me to fly the Quinjet?”

“No” is all Natasha says.

“Did I do something…?” you begin to ask, looking between both women. With a sudden shake, the Quinjet takes off and you fall to the back, hitting your head against the wall.

Wanda doesn’t ask if you’re ok. You figure it’s better to stay quiet for the rest of the ride.

“So what’s the plan?” you ask as Natasha lands, but both women ignore you and walk in different directions.

Damn it, what the fuck is going on? And who are you supposed to follow?

“Move” Natasha barks and you go after her.

“Six guards ahead” she warns you a second too late. You knock them down while Natasha stares, but still shoots a couple of widow bites and two of them land on your back.

“What the fuck, Nat?” you complain.

“My aim is really bad today”

“Bullshit, your aim is better when you’re pissed off”

“Why would I be pissed off?” she challenges you as more guards arrive.

“I have no idea”

“You think you can flirt with me and then go away with another woman?” she kicks a couple of guys, mainly on the balls. They don’t stand a chance against her sudden anger.

“What?! You mean yesterday when I left for my mother’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” the redhead turns to you, and misses the man that is sprinting straight towards her. You push her aside and crash against him, going through a glass wall.

“Asshole” you complain, making sure he’s unconscious. As you begin to stand up, you notice a shrad of glass sticking out of your abdomen. “Fucking great”

“Wait, don’t take it out” Natasha kneels next to you, but you pull it, groaning in pain.

“It will heal in a minute” you ease her. “Now, the other thing. Yes, I was flirting, but I didn’t think you’d like me back. Or Wanda for that matter. You’re both way out of my league”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine, really” you check to see the bleeding stopped and then stand up. “Let’s get the intel”

“Wanda, where are you?” Natasha calls through comms.

“Engaged in battle” the Sokovian says. “Would be nice to have some back up”

“I’ll go” you offer and Natasha nods, heading to the computer room.

“Hey, Wands, I’m he…” you greet and as soon as she sees you, red envelopes you. Wanda uses you as a wrecking ball to knock down five guys. “Ok, that was not nice”

She tilts her head and you feel your blood run cold as her eyes go red. You’re launched across the room to knock down more agents.

“Do you plan to use me like a boomerang every time there’s another enemy on sight?”

“Maybe” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“I got the intel, let’s go” Natasha shows up, helping you up.

“Oh, I see, she managed to convince you she’s not bad”

“It’s all a missunderstanding” Natasha defends you.

“Oh, yeah, I bet it is” Wanda steps forward and you have to stand between them before they start fighting each other.

“Can we finish this back at the Compound, please?”

But they won’t stop arguing and you’re seriously considering just carrying both of them back to the jet.

You’re ready to do just that when a man throws grenades at you.

“Get down” you warn, pushing them away. You’re thrown back with the blast, feeling how your left arm, leg and a couple of ribs shatter.

That’s gonna take a little longer to heal.

“Y/N” Wanda floats to you, while Natasha covers her back and shoots at the guards. Each woman helps you up, and you jump on one leg to the jet.

“I’m ok” you reassure them as they set you down. “The bones are healing. It’s just a bit… uncomfortable”

“I’m sorry… for the way I acted” Wanda looks between both of you. Natasha sets the jet on autopilot and walks to you, arching her eyebrows.

“I can’t really blame Wanda, Y/N. You were being a tease after all” she says with a playful smirk. “What I’d like to know is how you’ll make it up to us now”

“Well" you smile in spite of the pain. "I can think of a few ways”

—

Steve knocks on your door.

“Rogers” you open, barely showing your face.

“You ok? I heard you had a rough time during the mission”

“It’s fine. You know how it is. We’re fast healers”

“That’s not exactly what I meant. It seems like you upset Wanda and Natasha. Whatever it is you did, I hope you find a way to fix it”

“She did” Natasha opens the door wider, wearing one of your shirts. “Thank you for your concern, Steve”

“Get back to bed” Wanda calls and Steve blushes.

“Is there anything else?” Natasha says and he looks to the ceiling.

“Nope”

“Good. If you’ll excuse us” she shuts the door in his face and pushes you against the bedroom wall.

“Have I told you I’m really sorry?” you say, mildly scared and very turned on. Natasha pushes you to the floor until you’re on your knees. Wanda follows your every move with eager eyes.

“Yes. But one more time couldn’t hurt”

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Pairings: ShieldAgent! Natasha x ShieldAgent!Fem! Reader

Summary: You're tired of always fighting with her, but you just can't help but feel an attachment to her. Even if it gets you hurt.

Warning: Y/N has powers like Venom, Angst, Fluff if you squint, Injury

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3

I dragged myself into the kitchen the next morning and poured myself some coffee. I hadn't got any sleep last night due to a certain redhead having the time of her life with a random guy she found on the streets.

"You look like shit." Tony remarked, also sipping on his coffee. Clint and Steve were also seated on the kitchen island with bags under their eyes. I guessed they couldn't sleep either, and that was saying something because they all slept on different floors than me and Natasha.

"Oh yeah? Blame that one on Romanoff." I quipped, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Blame what on me?"

Ah yes, the devil herself. The one responsible for the sleepless night. She walked into the kitchen as if she wasn't screaming the building down literally 5 hours ago. She had a baggy shirt on, definitely not hers, and boxers, also not hers. Her hair was a mess and she had the audacity to walk into the kitchen yawning.

"Uh, maybe the fact that none of us slept due to your screaming." Tony expressed. Natasha just simply chuckled and made herself a coffee.

"Tony, please soundproof her room." I suggested, turning to Tony, Steve and Clint.

"It already is soundproofed..." Clint muttered. Natasha laughed again. Is this woman serious?

"Okay then," I piped, turning towards Natasha. "The next time you decide to get railed, keep it down so the rest of us can sleep."

There was unadulterated venom behind my words, and I made sure she knew that.

"Since when does my sex life have anything to do with you?" She scoffed.

"Since we have a fucking mission Natasha! I hope you weren't fucked too hard because I am not slowing down for you!" I growled and slammed the mission file onto the kitchen island. Everyone in there looked at me in shock and Clint just smirked and took a sip of his coffee.

"She's got a point, you kn-" Steve began.

"Can it, old man." Natasha interrupted. Why is she mad? She literally kept the whole building awake and now she's mad? I don't understand her. I walked away, coffee in hand, and got ready for the mission.

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Some time passed and we boarded the Quinjet, not before getting a lecture from Fury. Romanoff and I hadn't spoken a word to each other. Maybe that was for the best.

The mission was in another Hydra base. Although, this time it was to shut the place down. It was going to be more challenging because I had to do most of the fighting, due to Ms. Imgonnagetrailedbeforeamission limping everywhere.

After some walking, we got into the Hydra base. Using my powers, we slipped through corridors upon corridors of grey walls and floors. We were still avoiding communication, despite me literally carrying her through the halls. I don't know how we got to this position but she was on me with her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and I was holding onto her with one arm, so I could use the other to shoot my gun. I mean sure, to turn both of us into a shadow I needed her off of the ground but it started with me carrying her, bridal style, and now it evolved into this.

We came across a hallway where there were some Hydra agents patrolling and I brought us out of the shadows and went to put Natasha down. Her grip on me just tightened and she took my gun from the holster on my thigh and aimed it behind her. She shot 3 bullets without looking and they hit the agents vitally.

"Turn around I can't see." She ordered, finally speaking the first words to me since the morning. I obliged knowing she's the better shot. Still, I was confused as to why she didn't want to come down.

Natasha fired 2 more bullets at the 2 remaining Hydra agents that were left dumbfounded by her sudden attack. Their lifeless bodies hit the concrete floor with a thud.

"Am I warm, Romanoff?" I teased when she placed my gun back into my holster.

"Put me down." She deadpanned.

"What? I was just joki-"

"I said. Put. Me. Down." She reiterated. I let her down and she rolled her eyes and stormed off in a random direction. I followed her closely, not wanting to compromise the mission. Through the bland halls we walked, only stopping when we believed that we heard something. The floor was concrete so it hurt to walk on for a long period of time and I could tell that Natasha was getting uncomfortable too.

This place, this hallway in particular, seemed all to familiar to me.

And that's when it hit me.

Something was wrong about this place. This was the place where my vision occurred.

Danger ahead, stop walking.

"Natasha, stop. There's something wrong about this place." I realised. She simply scoffed and kept walking.

"Natasha. I'm serious. Stop."

Still nothing. She held her head high and continued walking as if you hadn't said anything.

"Natasha! Would you please just listen to me-"

Stop her now.

I didn't waste time in debating whether or not the voice was toying with me and lunged straight for Natasha, pulling her backwards towards where I stood previously.

Stand infront of her.

In a matter of milliseconds I switched our places so I was in front of her. That's when we heard it

Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Get down!"

I pushed Natasha to the ground and held my arms out, trying to create a shield with my powers in the very short time slot that I had. I decided to cover my head with it and cover Natasha with my body. She opened her mouth to protest but-

BOOM!

Natasha's P.O.V I watched in horror as Y/N's unconscious body collapsed onto mine after the explosion. I blinked a few times and looked around, only now realising that the place was rigged. We only got this far due to sheer luck.

How could I be so stupid? I was too occupied with being petty from our argument that I didn't think to check anything.

"Y/N?" I shook her body a little but she did not reply, not even a stir. I touched her back to move her but froze when I felt a warm liquid slip through my fingertips.

I panicked a little and tried to contact someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"H-Hello? Romanoff to S.H.I.E.L.D." I muttered into the earpiece, trying to hide the panic.

"We hear you, your earpiece seems to be working fine-"

"Y/N is compromised. We need emergency evacuation." I interrupted . My mind was racing as I glanced down at the unconscious body laid down on my chest. I took a closer look at the wounds on her back and realised that the bomb was a pipe bomb. Pieces of shrapnel were impaled into her back and she was bleeding pretty badly. My gaze landed on her right leg, where a chunk was missing and the muscle was visible.

An abundance of footsteps echoed through the hallway, towards us. I wrapped my hands around Y/N's waist and pulled her up with me to try and walk in the opposite direction of the footsteps. I put her over my shoulder and ran towards another hallway. Her blood dripped from her wounds and onto my body.

"Moving towards the east side." I huffed into my earpiece. I turned the corner to be greeted by a group of agents, ready, aiming their guns at me and the body on my shoulder.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Y/N groaned groggily from my shoulder and reached for her gun. A quick sense of relief washed over me before I pulled out one of my guns and began shooting, keeping my other arm wrapped securely around Y/N's waist.

We both started shooting at the agents, with her covering my blind spot and me covering hers. I killed the last agent and continued moving in the direction I was going previously. Y/N shuffled a bit and moved down my body to try and stand up. She wobbled so I put my arms around her waist to support her.

"Nat, I think I was shot." She whispered. The fear in her voice was evident, she was scared she was going to die. I didn't have time to stop and check her so we kept moving towards the east side.

"Hey, I think you got hit too." She voiced with concern, tracing her fingertips over the bullet wound on my shoulder making me wince a little.

I turned another corner and laid her down against the wall. By now, the alarms in the building were blaring and Hydra agents were scouring the area for us. I ripped a bit of fabric from my suit off with my teeth and ripped it in half. I wrapped half around her bullet wound tightly to limit the amount of blood she was losing and wrapped the other half around her leg.

"You're bleeding too." She told me even groggier than last time, pointing towards my shoulder.

"Yeah, I know. You're just my priority right now." I said, my voice wavering due to my fear. I tried so hard to keep a straight face but I couldn't. For the first time in a long time, I felt genuine fear.

Y/N was going to bleed out if we didn't get help soon. And it'd be all my fault.

"Hey...don't blame yourself for this," She whispered, her entire body limp and just her hand coming up to cup my cheek.

"I-It's okay...I'm not...going to die."

"Romanoff, cover your heads." Tony warned through the comms. I pulled Y/N into me and covered her ears and her neck.

Y/N's P.O.V Nat pulled me into her and I relaxed into the crook of her neck, just inhaling her scent. She covered my ears and head with her hands and I tried my best to stay conscious. Maybe resting wasn't the best option. The moment was pure bliss until a hole was blown into the wall.

There stood Tony and Steve looking, or trying to look, like total badasses. Natasha removed her hands from my head quickly and put them on my back, putting pressure on my wounds. My head was fuzzy and my vision was blurry. I was fighting consciousness as Natasha whispered.

"I'm so sorry."

I felt myself get lifted out of Natasha's grasp and into muscular arms. Probably Steve's because, let's face it, Tony is not that muscular.

"Stay with us Y/N." Steve said, although it sounded more like a command.

He set me down in the Quinjet and Bruce started grabbing everything he needed. I felt the consciousness slipping so I decided to spill.

"Natasha's hit too, don't let her tell you otherwise." I flashed a weak, cheeky smile at her before finally closing my eyes.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo hi again hehe

Can I please request a (Endgame never happened au! Everyone lives!au) Bucky x fem!civilian!reader where during his first official mission as an Avenger, he saves a girl who was abducted by the bad guys the Avengers have been trying to stop. When he saves her (and looks hot while doing it), he’s holding her bridal style in his arms as him and the avengers walk out of the bad guys lair, and she’s so scared and relieved at the same time (and also thinks he’s extremely attractive) and she’s thanking him over and over again for saving her, and without thinking she lays a kiss on his lips, freezing against his lips while doing so, eyes wide, before she separates from him and is like ,”ohmygoshimsosorry!!!” Lmao, anyways he’s so shook that he actually saved someone and also shook that someone as pretty as she is wants to kiss him🤧 Anyways, he’s super protective of her after that and checks up on her a lot and they just grow in love for each other 😭 Lots of teasing from Tony, Steve, and Sam lol

I just always think about the adorable shocked look on Bucky’s face when the people were thanking him for saving them in the show🥹🥺

The Kiss » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky saves a girl on his first mission as an Avenger and she kisses him without thinking in a way to thank him.

Warnings: Fluff, language, small injuries, bruises, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 also I imagined this with Bucky’s look in Civil War.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Bucky cautiously entered the base with his gun held up in front of him, watching every direction to make sure no one jumped out at him. He stopped in his tracks when he heard whimpering coming from a room with a lock on the door. He pressed his ear against the door, hearing more whimpers coming from inside of the locked room. Bucky broke the lock off the door with his metal hand and kicked the door down. He cautiously entered the room and seen a woman in the corner of the room.

“Ma’am…” Bucky slowly approached you so he didn’t scare you. “Are you ok?” He asks.

You uncovered your head to see the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You didn’t say anything. You just stared at him. Bucky put his gun in the holster and crouched down in front of you. You pressed yourself more against the wall.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He assures you. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell him quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Bucky.” He introduces himself to you. “I’m going to get you out of here. Can you walk?” Bucky asks.

Bucky stood up, holding his hands out for you. You put your hands in his and he pulled you up gently. Your legs felt weak and wobbly. You fell against the front of Bucky’s body.

“I got you.” He says.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the room. Your grip on Bucky tightened. You were scared, but also relieved. You’ve been locked in that room for so long that you don’t remember what daylight looks like.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” You say over and over.

“It’s no problem, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

You leaned in and kissed him, catching Bucky by surprise. You didn’t even realize you were kissing him till a few seconds into the kiss. You froze, leaving your lips on his for a moment.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized.

“It’s ok.” Bucky says.

Once Bucky got you on the quinjet and comfortable, he was still in shock. When he got you to the med bay at the Avengers Compound, he couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. Bucky zoned out for a moment, thinking about someone as pretty as you would want to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Steve says, snapping Bucky out of his trance.

“Huh? What?” Bucky asks, blinking a couple times.

“Are you ok? Looks like you have something on your mind.” He says.

“I-” Bucky cleared his throat before continuing his sentence. “I’m fine.” He says.

Sam and Tony couldn’t help but laugh. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at them.

“Is your mind on the kiss that girl gave you?” Tony asks, grinning.

“Her name is Y/N!” Bucky defends you. “You guys seen her kiss me?” He says.

“So are her knight and shining armor?” Sam asks with a grin.

“He does have a metal arm.” Tony adds.

Bucky rolls his eyes and stood up.

“Buck, c’mon. They’re just teasing you.” Steve puts a hand on his shoulder. “I mean, I can say I blame her. I’d kiss someone for saving me.” He says teasingly.

Bucky shook Steve’s hand off his shoulder and went to the med bay to check on you. He walked in the room at the same time the doctor was finishing up.

“How is she?” Bucky asks, leaning against the wall.

“For someone who been locked up for a while, she’s doing well. She has a few bruises and a fractured wrist, but she’ll be fine.” The doctor put a wrist brace on your wrist. “I want to check her wrist again in a couple weeks. Other than that, she’s good to go.” The doctor tells him before leaving the room.

The room was filled with awkward silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up.

“I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” Bucky says.

You smiled softly. Bucky helped you off the bed, leaving his arm around your waist. He took you to the room you’re going to be staying in. It’s across the hall from Bucky’s room.

“I’m sure you’re tired. My room is across the hall if you need anything.” Bucky says.

Bucky was about to walk out of the room, but you stopped him.

“Bucky?” You say.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Thank you again.” You say with a smile.

“It’s my pleasure, doll.” He smiles. “Get some rest.” He says and left the room.

Over the next couple weeks, you and Bucky grew closer to each other. You two gotten to know each other. Bucky helped you in every way he could. The Avengers are still teasing Bucky, but he’s ignoring it and focusing on you. As of right now, you’re in the med bay getting your injuries checked out again to make sure they’re healing properly. Your bruises are almost gone, but you have to wear the wrist brace a little longer than you would like.

“Hi, Bucky!” You smiled widely, entering the kitchen of the Avengers Compound.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles. “What did the doctor say?” He asks.

“My injuries are healing properly and I have to wear this wrist brace a little longer.” You informed him.

“I’m happy to hear that. You look great.” He compliments, making you blush.

“Thank you.” You say, still blushing.

“Are you hungry? I was thinking about taking you to that diner I was telling you about.” He says.

“The one in Brooklyn? I would love to go!” You say with a smile.

Bucky held his hand out which you happily held. Bucky being the gentleman he is opened the car door for you. He even opened the door for you at the diner.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Bucky says, trying not to sound awkward.

“About what?” You asked.

“The kiss.” He says.

“Oh…” You chuckled a little. “I’m sorry about that. Please don’t think I’m one of those girls who kisses the first guy she sees. You’re just really attractive and I couldn’t help myself.” You say nervously and continued rambling.

“Doll, you’re rambling.” He says, gently putting his hand on yours.

“Sorry.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He starts. “If I’m being honest, I liked it. I mean, I was surprised that someone as pretty as you would want to kiss me, but I liked it.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back. The waitress brought you guys your food.

“Eat up, doll. You still need to regain your strength.” Bucky says.

You listened and ate almost everything. You and Bucky got back to the Compound at sunset. You went to your room and took a shower and put on comfortable clothes. Then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” You say loudly.

The door opens, revealing Bucky. You smiled and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Bucky took a seat next to you.

“I just wanted to check on you before you went to bed.” Bucky says.

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me.” You say, smiling at him.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his again. Your eyes widened and you pulled away.

“I did it again! I’m so sorry!” You say, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Bucky uncovered your face and kissed you passionately, catching you off guard.

“I told you earlier that I like it when you kiss me.” He says softly.

Bucky kisses you once’s more before pulling away.

“Stay with me tonight?” You asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Of course.” Bucky smiles.

You two laid down and covered up with the blankets. You laid your head on his chest, your fingers played with his dog tags. His heartbeat soothed you.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say before falling asleep.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, doll.” Bucky says and kissed the top of your head.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[waitimcomingtoo]

My Pain Fits In The Palm Of Your Freezing Hand

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Pairing: when Peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt

Masterlist

While on a mission with Tony, Peter went to swing on a web when it broke and sent him flailing the ground.

“Ow. My butt.” Peter whined when he fell right on his tailbone.

“See, that’s exactly why I don’t swing on webs I made myself. Too risky.” Tony clicked his tongue.

“They’ve never betrayed me like this before.” Peter wheezed and rolled back and forth in an attempt to assuage his pain.

“Yeah. You definitely look like you have nerve damage.” Tony sighed as he looked at Peter.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter groaned. “My butt feels like someone just did a banging drum solo on it. I’m seriously injured.”

“And I’m seriously over your attitude.” Tony replied. “You bruised your butt. Get over it.”

“I think it’s broken. Can you break your butt?” Peter gasped and looked at Tony in fear.

“Oh my God. Fine. Come with me.” Tony rolled his eyes before scooping Peter up bridal style. Peter found it a little strange but didn’t complaint. Tony carried him to the jet and they flew off together to tower.

Once they landed, Tony led Peter down a hallway to a room he had never been in before.

“What’s this room?” Peter looked at Tony to ask.

“This is my best kept secret. Ever wonder how we all heal so quickly?” Tony smiled smugly.

“Not really, no.”

“Oh.” Tony’s smile dropped. “Well, it’s her.”

“Her?” Peter asked as Tony pushed the door open. Peters eyes moved past Tony and landed on you. Standing in the room that looked like it was dressed for medical purposes was you in a lab coat over a navy blue dress. Peters breath immediately hitched in his throat when you gave him a wave.

“Peter, I’d like you to meet my daughter.” Tony said as he put an arm around you.

“You have a daughter? Like from doing sex and stuff?” Peter asked in disbelief.

“What can I say?” Tony shrugged. “I was a whore in my 20s. And 30s. And now.”

“And I’m the result of that whoring. Hi, I’m Y/n.” You said and reached out to shake Peters hand.

“I’m Peter.” Peter blushed as he shook your hand.

“So what hurts?”

“My…my ass.” Peter reluctantly admitted.

“Okay, great. Wait what?” Your smile dropped.

“My coccyx.” He said in a quiet voice.

“Your cocks sick?” You asked and looked at your dad in confusion.

“He fell really hard on his coccyx.” Tony explained. “Do you think you could work your magic?”

“I don’t see why not.” You said snd smiled at Peter.

“What magic? She’s magic?” Peter asked me looked at you incredulously.

“I’ll have you know my lovely daughter has the power to heal.” Tony said proudly.

“So you can heal my butt?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Hop up on my table.” You instructed and patted the medical table beside you. Peter looked at Tony for reassurance and he gave him the go ahead. He left the room as Peter hopped up onto the table and laid on his tummy.

“How does this work exactly?” Peter asked as he nervously looked over his shoulder at you.

“You’ll see. Can you show me where it hurts?” You asked him in a kind tone.

“Yeah. Right here.” Peter said and went to pay his tailbone. He ended up smacking his own butt, sending a loud clap through the silent room. You and Peter were silent for a minute as the sound bounced off the walls.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to smack it like that.” Peter mumbled quietly.

“It’s okay. But damn, that was a pretty loud smack. You got a lot of cake back here.” You chuckled as the shyness between you melted away.

“You mean that?” Peter looked over his shoulder with a pleased smile, making you laugh.

“I do. You could open a bakery with this thing. It’s phat with a “ph” at the front.” You replied, and it was Peters turn to laugh.

“You aren’t what I would expect Tony Starks daughter to be like.” He admitted.

“What were you expecting?”

“Have you seen Modern Family?”

“Of course.” You scoffed.

“I was expecting Alex Dunphy. Like, exactly her.”

“That’s fair. And to be honest, I wasn’t expecting the bug themed super-teen my dad won’t shut up about to be double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon.” You said simply, making Peter laugh.

“Your dad won’t shut up about me?” He said in a swooning voice.

“Nope. I swear, he looked into legally adopting you at one point.”

“I wish he would. Then I’d get to live here instead of the shoebox I currently live in.”

“Yeah. My dad told me about it the first time he went to visit you. He told me the square footage and gagged a little.” You chuckled.

“Yep. That sounds like Tony.” Peter sighed and rested his chin on his hands.

“Well growing up here isn’t as amazing as it seems. There’s a million rooms and they’re almost always empty. It’s honestly pretty lonely here most of the time.” You told him, the playfulness in your voice gone. Peter peaked over his shoulder and saw that your smile had turned into a pensive look.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“I’m sorry too. Because I’m gonna need you to strip.”

“What?” Peters eyes widened.

“My powers can’t get through your suit. I’m guessing my dad made it and he tries to make these things as impenetrable as possible.” You explained as you put your hand over Peters tailbone to show him that nothing would happen. Peter looked at your hand before letting out a little chuckle.

“What?” You wondered.

“Penetrate.” He said then laughed again.

“Oh my God.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just take off your clothes. I’ll turn around.”

Peter got off your table and took his Spiderman suit off, leaving him in just his boxers. He took those off as well and told you he was done. You turned back around and your jaw dropped when you saw he was totally naked.

“DUDE!” You shrieked and covered your eyes with your hands.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Why are your boxers off?!” You asked with your hands still over your eyes.

“You said strip!” Peter matched your volume out of instinct.

“Not all the way!” You exclaimed. “Why would you need to be completely naked for me to heal you?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know how your powers work!” Peter shouted back.

“Put them back on!”

“Okay! Sorry!”

Peter grabbed his boxers and pulled them back up while you peaked through your fingers to look at him. He looked up at you and you quickly covered your face back up before he could see that you were peaking. He caught you and smirked to himself but said nothing.

“Okay. I’m decent.” Peter told you. You uncovered your eyes and unapologetically stared at his body for a second before looking into his eyes.

“Good. Now get on the table, perv.” You said and tried to hide the blush you felt.

“I’m not a perv.” He whined. “You’re the first person who’s ever seen my penis. Literally the very first person ever.”

“You haven’t seen it?” You asked with genuine concern.

“Obviously I have. But other than myself or anyone who’s ever changed my diaper as a kid, you’re the first.” Peter said and climbed back on the table.

“Wow. I’m so honored.” You chuckled and rubbed your hands together.

“So how’s this gonna work?” Peter asked nervously and looked over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna put my hand on your butt. Which I was kinda worried about doing because I thought it would be awkward but then you whipped your dick out and I don’t see things getting anymore awkward than that.”

“That’s fair.” Peter nodded in agreement.

“You’re gonna feel warm, okay? That’s how you know it’s working.” You prepared him and placed your hand on his tailbone. Your touch brought forth and incandescent glow as your powers started to work. Your hand glowed a sunset orange that traveled up your forearm and spread into Peters back.

“Okay. Tell me when it -ahhhhhh.” Peter sighed in relief when he felt the warmth you were talking about. His pain instantly melted away and he felt like he was floating on a cloud.

“Does that feel good?” You asked softly, making all the blood rush to Peters face.

“So good.” He breathed out. “My butt is in butt heaven right now.”

“Been there.” You nodded. “I call it Beaven.”

“Thank you so much. That really was magic.” Peter said as he rolled over on the table. You smiled and held out your hand to help him sit up.

“Do you have anymore injuries I can help you with today?” You asked without letting go of his hand.

“How about my bruised ego?” He asked with an embarrassed smile.

“I’m not a miracle worker, Peter.” You said seriously before cracking a smile.

“Then no. You’ve done all you could do.”

“I’m glad I could help. I will hopefully be seeing you around.” You said as you stood between his legs and rested your hands on his thighs.

“I hope so.” He said quietly as he gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. You instinctively started to lean in just as the door swung open.

“Hey you two. How did it - oh. Your pants are off. That was unexpected.” Tony stopped in his tracks when he saw how little clothing Peter had on.

“If you want to talk about unexpected-“

“He doesn’t.” Peter quickly cut you off. He hopped off your table and gave you one last look before going to Tony.

“Thank you again, honey.” Tony smiled at you, but your eyes were on Peter.

“Bye Peter.” You waved to him as your hand glowed.

“Bye.” Peter smiled shyly before being ushered out of the room by Tony.

“So what did you think of her? Pretty neat, huh?” Tony asked as he walked Peter to the front door.

“She’s incredible. Do you know if she has a-“

“Boyfriend?” Tony cut him off. “She doesn’t. And it’s not going to be you. That’s my kid, okay? And in a way, you are too, so it’s basically incest if you think about it. So do not even think about it.”

“I wasn’t.” Peter lied as he thought hard about it.

A couple weeks later, Peter was asked to come on another mission with Tony. It was handled quickly and Peter was left unscathed, but Tony didn’t need to know that. He’d been dying to see you again after the last time so he did what he had to do and faked an injury.

“Ow. I really hurt myself.” Peter pretended to whine and rubbed his shoulder.

“Aw. Sucks to suck.” Tony said without looking up from his phone. Peter rolled his eyes but was determined to get what he was after.

“Do you think your daughter could help me?” Peter asked and pretended he just thought it it.

“I guess so.” Tony shrugged. “FRIDAY, take us to the tower.”

Peter pumped his fist in celebration and Tony looked at him suspiciously.

“Ow.” Peter whined again and rubbed his completely fine shoulder.

“Wasn’t it your other shoulder?” Tony pointed out.

“They both hurt.” Peter quickly lied.

“Uh huh.” Tony said skeptically before going back to his phone. They landed at the tower in no time and peters heart raced and Tony led him to your room.

“Oh. Hello again.” You smiled when Tony and Peter walked into your room. “Are you gonna keep your pants on this time?”

“No promises.” Peter said and returned the smile.

“What?” Tony demanded. “You better kept your pants on. Make promises.”

“I promise I’ll keep my pants on.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“Good. Thanks a mil, hon.” Tony kissed your cheek before leaving the room.

“You’re welcome daddy.” You called after him.

“Daddy?” Peter snorted and gave you a look.

“Shut up, orphan.” You shot back.

“Damn!” Peter let out a shocked laugh as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“I’m sorry. That came out so fast. I had no time to stop it.”

“How’d you even know about that?” Peter laughed and sat on your table.

“I asked my dad about you after we met.” You admitted. “And then I deep searched you on the internet. And Peter, I mean really deep.”

“How deep?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“You know your comments on Porn Hub are visible to the public, right?” You asked, making all the color drain from his face.

“Oh no.” He whispered.

“Oh yes. But I think it’s cute you pointed out a plot hole in that one step mom video.” You told him with a smile.

“Oh my God.” He turned a deep red and covered his face with his hands. You found this cute and moved his hands away from his face to see him.

“Tell me what hurts.” You said in a soft voice. It was so gentle that Peter felt his chest explode with fondness for you.

“My shoulder.”

“Aw. Your shoulder?” You pouted sarcastically.

“Hey. It could be serious.” He playfully scolded you.

“Seriously pathetic.” You snorted. “Take off your suit.”

“You are just like your dad. And are you this mean to all your patients?” Peter asked as he pressed the center of his suit to let it slide off his body. You sucked in a sharp breath when you saw his body again but quickly looked away.

“Nope. Just you.”

“Should I be flattered or offended by that?” He asked you as you placed your hands on his shoulder.

“That’s up to you, pretty boy.” You said suavely as your hand lit up a golden orange. Peter didn’t get to see this last time since you worked on his back, so his eyes lit up with amazement when he saw your powers at work. Golden rays swirled under his skin as the familiar warm sensation engulfed his shoulder.

“How’s that feel?” You asked as you looked into his eyes.

“Really good.” He said softly and held your gaze. Your eyes lingered on gus for a minute until you regained your composure and took your hand away.

“All better?” You cleared your throat and asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Peter rolled his shoulder out and kept his eyes on your.

“Is there anything else I could do for you?” You asked and leaned your hands on either side of the table so that you were boxing him in.

“I don’t think so.” Peter gulped and looked at your lips again.

“Okay. Then I’ll see you next time you’re hurt.” You said but didn’t stop leaning over him.

“Is it weird I hope that happens soon?”

“Really weird, yeah.” You teased him.

“Good to know.” He smirked. “Thanks again.”

Peter returned less than a week later when he saw on Tony’s Instagram that he was away on vacation. Peter swung to the tower and snuck inside before finding your room.

“Back so soon?” You asked and leaned against the doorframe.

“You’ll never believe it. I got a paper cut.” Peter said and held up his finger.

“Oh no. You did?” You asked sarcastically.

“Yeah. It seems really deep too. Should I take my shirt off?” Peter asked as he walked into your room.

“Not this time, perv.” You chuckled and pushed him towards your table. He hopped up onto it and swung his legs as he watched your hands.

“Can I ask you something about your powers?”

“Go ahead.”

“Is it just your hands that can heal?” He wondered. You smiled a little and took his hand before taking his hand and bringing it to your lips. You kissed his fingertip and the golden rays he had grown so fond of a spread from your lips. He felt his cut heal while his face burned a bright red.

“Did that answer your question?” You asked as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

“I cut my pee pee too.” He whispered.

“Oh yeah? On what?” You humored him.

“Can opener.”

“A can opener?” You laughed in surprise. “What was that doing down there? A DIY circumcision?”

“It wasn’t. I just said the first thing that came into my head.” Peter admitted.

“That was very obvious to me but thanks.” You chuckled.

“Well do you think you could kiss it better?” He smiled teasingly.

“I’ll do you one better and snap it off. Then you’ll never have to worry about cutting it on a can opener again.”

“Is that your medically professional suggestion?” Peter asked in a serious tone. You laughed and shook your head at him, making him crack a smile.

“Don’t be fresh. I’ve seen your “pee pee” enough times for one lifetime.” You reminded him.

“Yeah. That moment has been haunting me since the day we met.”

“As does it haunt me. Now do you have anything else I can heal for you today?”

“Would you believe me if I said I had a cut on my lip?” Peter asked as his eyes dropped to your lips again. You smiled and started to lean in until your lips brushed against his as you spoke.

“Not a chance, lover boy.” You whispered and pushed his face away. Peter let out a disappointed groan while you laughed proudly.

“Fine. But I did have another question.”

“You can ask but you’re on thin ice.” You playfully warned him.

“Can you heal yourself?” He asked, making your smile drop. You stood between his legs and rested your hands on his chest before shaking your head.

“No. Isn’t that funny? The powers don’t work on myself.”

“So what do you do when you get hurt?”

“I suck it up. You should try it sometime.” You teased him.

“I’m not sure I know how. You’ll have to show me.” He joked as he brushed some hair off your forehead.

“I think I could manage that.” You smiled and played with the collar of his flannel. Peter watched your hands as his face flushed all the way to his ears.

“Y/n?” Peter asked softly.

“Yes?” You asked and slowly looked into his eyes.

“Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like we have something going here.” He said and gestured between the two of you.

“Do you now?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I feel like we did before I said something.” Peter continued, making you laugh. When your laughter died down, you kept your eyes down as you toyed with the buttons on his shirt.

“My dads your boss. So many things could go wrong.” You said quietly as your way of gently letting him down. Peter brought his hand to your face and used his pinky to tilt your chin up so you could look into his eyes.

“But so many things could go right.” He said with his eyes on your lips. You looked into his eyes and shook your head a little to show him you meant what you said.

“I promise that if you take a chance on me, we could be really good together.” Peter pleaded with you. As much as you wanted to give in, you knew you couldn’t cross this line.

“It’s like I told you. I can’t heal my heart if it breaks.” You said and took a step back from him. Peter nodded in disappointment but ultimately understood.

“But thank you for the offer.” You said to lighten the mood. Peter looked down at his healed finger and folded it into a fist before letting it go.

“No. Sure. Of course.” Peter didn’t look at you as he got off your table. He went to the door but stopped when he felt guilty for how he was acting. He turned to you and gave you a smile that showed he wasn’t angry.

“Thanks for healing me. I’ll see you next time.” He said sincerely before leaving the room.

You didn’t see or hear from Peter for the next few weeks. Your guilt had been eating away at you every day and you longed for the moment he’d walk through your door needed something to be healed. Finally, you got a text from your dad that he was on his way over with Peter. You put on some lipgloss and fixed your hair before setting up your medical table. Soon enough, you heard a knock at your door.

“This better not be another paper cut.” You said as you opened the door. Your eyes widened when you saw Tony carrying Peter while Peter clutched his stomach.

“It’s not. It’s really bad.” Tony said in a shaky voice as he laid Peter down on your table. Peters head slumped to the side and he could see that he had three deep scratches going across his entire chest.

“Oh my God. What happened?” You put your hand over your mouth when you saw Peters wounds.

“Giant lizard.” Tony told you.

“Giant lizard?! What?!”

“Don’t ask. Please just fix him.” Tony begged and you could see that he had started to cry.

“I will. But I can’t do it if you’re in here. You gotta go.” You said and Tony immediately left. You warmed up your hands and started to put them on Peter when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/n.” Peter croaked out.

“I’m right here, Petey. I got you.” You told him and gripped his hand.

“It hurts really bad.” Peter said as tears slid down his bloody face.

“I know. I’m gonna heal you, okay? I promise.” You said and put your hand over his wound. Your hand started to glow but the wound was so deep that the bleeding didn’t stop.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work. I think I’m gonna die.” Peters voice cracked as he looked down at his wounds. You quickly tilted his chin up so he couldn’t see how badly he was hurt.

“You’re not gonna die, okay? I’m not gonna let that happen. Just let me heal you.” You said as your tear drops fell onto his face.

“If I die-“

“You won’t.” You cut him off.

“If I do.” Peter continued. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” You asked and stroked his face with your free hand.

“I think…” Peter began but trailed off.

“Yes?” You urged as you leaned close to his face.

“I think your butt is big too.” He said in a weak voice.

“Oh my God.” You let go of his hand and let it drop into his chest.

“I wanted to tell you that the day we met. But I forgor.” Peter said before breaking down into a coughing fit.

“I’m not even gonna heal him. I’m gonna let him die.” You said, mostly to yourself.

Peter let out a strained laugh before passing out from the pain. You quickly moved your hands along his cuts until the bleeding eventually stopped. Once you had that under control, you pressed down firmly on his chest to spread your powers as deeply as you could. Finally, his wounds closed before your eyes. You pressed the center of his suit and tugged it off of him so that you could properly clean him up. Peter ended up waking up after you had put him in a fresh pair of scrubs that you kept in your room. When you saw his eyes flutter open, you rushed to his side.

“Hey, you healed me.” He said with a soft smile. You replied by swiftly smacking him across the face.

“That’s for dying.” You told him. You then leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“That’s for coming back.” You said. Peter slowly sat up as he never broke eye contact with you. After a beat of shocked silence, he spoke.

“What kind of Disney channel ass shit was that?” Peter asked with a disgusted face.

“Are you kidding me?” Your smile dropped.

“Are you? That was the corniest thing you could’ve possibly done. It’s giving “he’s right behind me, isn’t he?”. It’s giving “uh guys, you’re gonna want to see this.” It’s giving-“

“Okay. I get it. I’ll just never speak again then.” You cut him off and held up your hands in defense.

“Wait. Come back.” Peter chuckled and pulled your back towards him by your shirt. You rolled your eyes but looked him in the eyes to hear what he said to say.

“Can you heal a broken heart? Aha.” He asked you in a fake deep voice.

“I’m about to smack the fuck out of you.” You warned.

“Okay. But you have to promise to heal me after.” He teased. You couldn’t help but smile at his antics as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked into your eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Can we cut the bullshit and make out already?” He asked you, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

“And you think what I said was corny?” You laughed at him.

“And you think what I said was corny?” Peter mimicked you. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“Shut up and kiss-” You started to mimic him back when he pulled you into a kiss. You cupped his face with your hands as he pulled you into his lap to deepen the kiss. You were just getting into a groove when you heard the door open.

“Hey honey. Is Peter….” Tony trailed off as you and Peter quickly broke apart. You stepped back as Peter wiped your lipgloss off his mouth. Tony looked between the two of you for a long time as you all stood in uncomfortable silence.

“Honey, get your powers ready. Peters gonna need them.” Tony said and he cracked the knuckles on both his hands.

“But…but I just healed him.” You said quietly.

“You’re gonna have to heal him again.” Tony replied as he stretched his arms.

“Why?” You wondered and looked between Peter and your dad. Tony cracked his neck before staring Peter down.

“Because I’m about to beat the shit out of him.”

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Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Gibbs’s  POV

“ Looks like our petty officer is laundering money through the navy. “ Tony remarked.

“ We need proof. “ I said. “ We need to get all information  about his transactions.”

“However I can’t hack his transaction records.” McGee said disappointed . “ However there’s a device that can get into his details . The only catch is We have to plant it near to his phone for about 30 minutes.

“ If we arrest him now, we will spook the others. We need to catch the big fishes.”

“ So we need to send someone undercover.  The high stakes poker game he will attend this week . That’s our in.” I concluded.

“ I will go in” Y/N said.

“ Hang on there” Tony said. “ You are state's analyst , not a NCIS agent. I will go.”

“ Tony , I am the best for this job.” Y/N said.

“ How?” Tony argued.

“ Cause I am great at  reading  people, bluffing my way. Diplomat's skills. Plus I know game theory . Hence playing poker is a cakewalk. Plus playing rich daddy’s  spoiled brat will be a better cover to get into the club that any cover you could think about.” Y/N explained.

“ Y/N will go.” I concluded. “ But before you head into the game ,I need a trial run at NCIS. “

“ Well I need to change then. Turtle necks and skirts aren’t going to sell my cover.”

“ I will be there with you too. As your bodyguard.  Goes well with the cover.”

 …

I changed into a black suit. Y/N was stealing glances at me.

“ You know if you keep looking at me like that, I have this irresistible  urge  to bend you down and fuck you right here” I whispered to her chuckling.

“ Hey you look hot in that suit.  Maybe you can bend me down” she giggled. “ Tonight at home”.

 

 

“ The mock poker game went on nicely. The device was also operating glitch free.

“ The only thing is getting access in the club”. Y/ N  mused.

“ The dress and how hot it makes your ass looks , you can charm your way in Y/N . You look smoking hot “ Tony laughed and received a head slap from Gibbs.

“ Ouch Boss”

“ Dinozzo  , if I catch you looking at Y/N’s  ass one more time..” I warn.

“ Geez boss. I wasn’t looking . She is like a baby sister to me”.

“ Okay so we go on the day after tomorrow. We can Check out the bar tomorrow,  get a feel of the layout.” Y/N concluded.

…..

 

“Mind if I join you in the shower? “ Y/N asked

“ would love it “ I grinned

She knelt down in front of me. I brushed my thumb against her lips. She took my fingers and sucked on it before taking my cock in her mouth. I felt her tongue working its magic as she bobbed her head up and down. I held her head steady , easing the pace.

“ Y/N I need to be inside you” I gasped. She nodded and got up leaning against the shower wall, holding herself steady with her hands as I grabbed her hips and entered her from behind. I thrust deep into her , nuzzling at her neck as I hit her sweet spots. I felt great bliss vibrating inside me as I heard her cum on my cock pulling me over the edge too.

After the shower we towelled each other dry and I carried her bridal style to the bed. I gently laid her down before kissing her . Then I took her nipple in my mouth as I entered her with slow steady movements. Soon as I increased my pace I felt her clenching at my cock as her pussy muscles convulsed.

“ Baby I gonna cumm” she whispered hoarsely.

“ Me too” I groaned as we came together. 

As she came off from her high ,I  kissed her forehead pulling her close to me.  

In the morning I woke up spooning her.  I nuzzled at her neck gently tickling her where she is the most sensitive.  “ Jethro” she giggled turning to face me.  I kissed her again after nuzzling at her neck.

“ Good morning love. I love you.” I said.

“ Ahh love you too Jethro.” She said taking my lips into hers.

 

….

 

I enter the bullpen about  15 minutes after Y/N , making sure no one has seen us driving to work together.   It’s a feat keeping your relationship secret from your team when they are trained investigators. The amount of self control it requires to hide the glances , the lingering touch and so on.

I hear the team teasing Y/N about the hickeys that they had seen on her when she changed on to a dress for her mock undercover run yesterday.  They were wondering who the guy is. They have no idea that I was the one responsible  for Y/N wearing turtlenecks not only yesterday and today but the entire week.

 

“ So tell us Y/N who caught the attention of our baby sister” McGee was asking.

“ Yeah do tell us. We gonna go and give him the elder brother talk” Tony says. “ You know scare him a bit.”

“ Well my guy can kick both of your asses” Y/N says proudly.

“ So is he law Enforcement,  or maybe in intelligence,  or in military ?” McGee asks but doesn’t get an answer from Y/N.

“ Is he handsome? ” Tony asks.

“ Yep.  Super Hot too.” Y/N sighs.

Chuckling I sneak up behind her gently smacking her head. Well basically  giving her a tap.

“ Hey” she complains.

“Focus girl” I said.

“ Ohh BTW I got the employee record of the people at the club. I think I have found a connection between  our navy guy and the big fishes.” Y/N says.

“ Good girl” I say making her glare.

“ What? You want an attagirl? “ I chuckled. Then I gently patted her head. “ Attagirl”

“ Y/ N get in deep with your cover” I say.” You have to believe in the persona.”

She gently smacked me on the head.

“ Hey” I said

“ What you think that you are the only one around who can headslap people?” She giggled. “ Well that’s for assuming that I am not deep into my cover story.  Rule No: 1 Always believe the lie you are selling.”  She chuckled.

“ What I went to boarding school. They are pretty strict. You gotta lie to get out of trouble and have your way.” She laughed.

….

The entire day while we were working the case , the team were teasing Y/N about her mystery man.

“ Conference Room” I texted her.

“ Lock the door behind you” I said when she entered.

“ Sorry about the teasing Y/N. Though not sorry about the hickeys. I like that on you “ I grinned.

“ Hmm” she said gently tugging at my belt , running her fingers against the fabric of my crotch.

“ You have made me wear turtlenecks all through the week Mr. Though I suppose I don’t mind that “ she whispered.

As she moved back , I held her wrist. I sat down on the chair.

“ Sit down and not on the chair”  I said , indicating my lap.

She sat down rubbing herself against my hardness.  I kissed her . She knelt down undoing my pants and then took me in her mouth. I felt the pleasure built in me.  

“ Ride me” I commanded. She got up and straddled me. “ So  wet” I chuckled feeling her core with my fingers.

“ Only for you Jethro” she whispered  hoarsely.

As I entered her , she started moving with me . I felt her gasp in pleasure. As she and I became one I felt her movement in my blood like the most delightful music. As she came she clenched my cock pulling me up to new heights. I  gently laid her down on the table . This way I could easily suck her breasts as I thrust into her. She came again . I held her steady without slowing my pace.

“ Jethro Ohh ohh , I am gonna cum again” she moaned.” Ohh fuck “ she said as she reached her peak and I followed her, shooting my load inside her.

I claimed her lips , kissing her wildly , before gently kissing the top of her head. We helped each other look presentable before making our way to the bullpen.  

“ As we entered , Tony started asking Y/N about her mystery  man.”  

I smacked him on the head. “ Don’t tease my liaison officer “ I said. 

“ She is only mine to tease” I discreetly  whispered in her ears.

….

The next day we got our culprits. The case was a success. Though Y/N had to fight with the petty officer. She did not sustain any serious injuries. But she was tired. I gently combed her hair and made a loose bun. She lay against me on the couch.

“ Hey I was thinking” I said “ What if we make our relationship public at work? There is a dinner party Ducky is hosting next month. I want to take you as my date.”

“ You sure?” she asked

“ Yes” I said.” Though they might take you off as the liaison officer for NCIS. You know conflict of interest.”

“  Maybe they  will. Maybe they  won’t. It doesn’t  matter.  I work for the state department.  Foreign policy ,diplomacy  is my calling.  Not that I don’t enjoy working  with you and the team “ she chuckles. “ Though I really enjoyed sneaking around , you know for dinner dates and coffees.”

“ We can still sneak around you know and I am not talking about the  food” I chuckle.

“ You mean like what we did in the conference  room” she blushed.

“ So there are some papers to sign  and forms to fill in “ I say but she has already fallen asleep on my chest. I gently kiss her forehead.  “ I love you” I whisper as I held her close.

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💪🏽 Bridal carry

Wanda

Fluff

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: flirty!reader. packmule!Vision. Steve is enlightened. Tony said absolutely not.

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"Hold on!" Natasha calls to the group. "I think Wanda and Bucky sprained their ankles."

You turn from chatting with Pepper as you look back at them, sitting up from the ground and grabbing their ankles. 

It seems they had a bit of a tumble as they both tripped over a large root in the ground. Bucky tried to buffer Wanda from hitting her head on a rock, but it resulted in them spraining their ankles. 

Everyone begins to walk towards them, and you can tell they're embarrassed by the sudden attention.

"Are you okay?" Vision asks with concern, mostly to just Wanda. "Can you make it the rest of the way back? There's only a little left."

Steve is looking around at everyone frowning. Everyone was carrying some sort of backpack or hiking gear. 

"Four of us can help them walk if they put their arm around us and hop."

"I'm fine; it just stings a little. I just need to rest it a bit before I can keep going," Bucky says, but he looks to Wanda to see how she's doing.

"Um," Wanda feels around her swollen ankle, wincing. "I think maybe just one person is fine if I can lean on them and hop. You guys don't have to wait for us."

"You don't want to wait too long," Tony comments. "It'll get dark soon, but if we head back first, we can maybe see if the ranger has a driving cart of some sort to come back and get you if it hurts too much."

You roll your eyes with a sigh as you move to take off Wanda's backpack, tossing it towards Vision, scrambling to catch it.

"What are you—" He starts to say, but you smile sickeningly sweet at him.

"I'm sure you'd be more than happy to carry her stuff, aren't you? You're welcome."

You look down at Wanda with a quirk of your brow, amused at how she's landed herself in such a predicament when it was meant to be a leisurely hike. 

"What are you—" Wanda starts to say as you hook your arm under the back of her knees, your other arm at her back, and begin to lift. 

"Hot damn," Natasha whistles. "Girl's got muscle."

"It's a good thing the rest of the way is a straight path," you chuckle. 

"You don't have to, I must be heavy," Wanda blushes, but she's already wrapping her arms around your neck. 

Bless that tree root. 

"And leave you to be eaten by the bears and wolves? Perish the thought," You give her a crooked smile. "With how light you are, they'd probably have to hunt some poor bunnies to fill up."

You're already making your way back as everyone gapes at you.

"What about me!?" Bucky shouts after you.

You don't even look back as you yell back, "Do I look like your boyfriend? Ask Steve to carry you!"

Steve looks enlightened as he takes off Bucky's backpack, looking at Tony, who grimaces at him.

"Don't even think about it, Rogers. I won't be your pack mule as you play hero with your boyfriend. Over my dead body!"

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Overworked

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N This is part two of the fic too many missions. However, there is a lot of angst in this fic. Idk what happened but I got a bit carried away and it gets really sad but it has a happy ending. Also, likes comments and reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own so if you notice any feel free to comment below.

18+ MINORS DNI, THERE'S NOTHING EXPLICIT IN THIS FIC BUT THE FIRST PART HAS SMUT

Summary Bucky starts to take care of you when its actually him who needs taking care of

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, angst (a lot) and Bucky has a flashback.

After Bucky helped you put the hoodie on, he put his other clothes back on. He proceeded to lift you up bridal style and take you to your shared floor of the tower.

“I’m capable of walking, you know,” you said while yawning.

“I know babydoll, but you deserve to be carried.”

He walked into the bathroom and set you on the counter while he turned the shower on and got it to your preferred temperature. He started to take his clothes off so you decided to take your his hoodie off (since it was the only thing you were wearing.)

Bucky turned around and picked you up again which made you giggle. He pressed a kiss to your lips and another to your forehead.

He walked under the spray of the shower and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Can you put me down please,” you asked, breathless from the kiss.

Bucky put you down and reached for his shower gel; he knew that you loved it when you smelled like him. Then, he picked up a loofah and put his shower gel on it before cleaning you thoroughly.

Once you were clean, Bucky picked up your shampoo and put some on his hand before massaging your scalp. You let out a sigh and then moved your head under the water so you could rinse the suds out of your hair. Bucky picked up the conditioner and applied it to the ends like you taught him to. You turned to face him and rested your forehead on his chest while the conditioner was being washed out of your hair.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, looking up at him with a smile on your face.

“You're welcome doll,” Bucky replied and kissed you once again.

“Let me return the favour,” you said. It was more of a demand though because Bucky loved taking care of you but still believed that he didn’t deserve to be taken care of due to his past actions- which were completely out of his control.

“You don’t have to doll,” Bucky replied, looking down at the floor.

You softly put your hand under his chin so he would look at you and you told him, “Darling, you deserve to be taken care of more than anyone else I know, especially since you’ve been working so hard lately. I know what you’re thinking and you need to stop. You’re the most amazing man I know, you’re so kind and caring and didn’t choose to do what you did in the past. Everyone knows that. Even Tony knows and we both know how much of a stubborn asshole he is.”

Bucky chuckled and his cheeks were tinted red. “Thanks, doll,”

You grabbed the shower gel and loofah and started to clean him. After that, you used your shampoo to wash his hair. Bucky loved when you washed his hair because he loved you playing with it especially when he was struggling with the memories and flashbacks of his past.

It was while you were rinsing the shampoo out of his hair when you noticed that he had gone completely still and his muscles were tensed up. His hands were shaking and tears were streaming down his face. You quickly finished rinsing his hair so you could help him out.

“Come back to me Bucky,” You whispered in his ear and grabbed his hands, “Honey listen to my voice, I need you to come back to me now.”

Bucky shuddered when he snapped out of the flashback and looked at you with the most fear-stricken eyes you had ever seen.

“I-I can still see it so vividly,” Bucky whispered.

You wrapped your arms around him and stood there for a minute or two.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here and in bed,” You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower.

You turned the shower off, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body. Then, you gave Bucky one to wrap around himself.

“Go into the bedroom Buck, I won’t be long. I just need to put a towel on my hair.”

Bucky just shook his head and stood in the doorway waiting for you to finish what you were doing. When you had finished, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.

You grabbed some boxers for Bucky to put on and give them to him; you grab yourself some panties and nothing else since Bucky needs physical contact when he’s like this. You finished off drying your hair and brushed it through.

The bed hadn't been made yet which made it easier to get under the covers, “Come on baby,” you held your arms out to Bucky.

He walked over and crawled onto the bed. He rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around you as you played with his hair.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” He whispered.

“Shhhh. It’s ok. You’re so tired and overworked.”

“But I shouldn’t be so fucking broken,” Bucky’s voice cracked on the last word and the tears started to fall again, wetting your skin.

“Hey, you’re not broken. You’re a good guy who has been put through hell and back. You didn’t deserve any of it and you had no choice.” You replied, running your fingers through his still-damp hair.

You stayed like that for a while before Bucky sat up and moved to lay next to you. You looked at him confused. He rolled onto his side and used his hand to support his head.

“Thank you doll. I love you so so much.” Bucky leaned over to kiss you.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you responded with, “I love you too, so much.”

There was a comfortable silence that was disturbed by bucky when he said, “I need to finish the mission report.”

“It’s ok. I’ll explain why it’s late tomorrow. I'm sure Fury will understand.”

Bucky moved to lay on his back and moved his arm so you could cuddle up to his side.

“I definitely need the break, the lack of sleep makes everything worse.”

“Luckily, I spoke to Fury then,” you giggled.

Bucky was smiling, “I still can’t believe that you intimidate Fury. No one intimidates Fury.”

You leaned up to kiss Bucky, “Goodnight Buck,”

“Goodnight doll,”

That night, you both fell asleep quickly. Happy that you're able to sleep together after spending so long being unable to do so.

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Burn | J.W.

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Summary: Captain Jay White vows to burn Hangman's world.

Jay White Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Starring: Jay White, Austin Gunn, Colten Gunn, Hangman Adam Page, Christian Cage, Tony Khan

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The basement under the tavern was lit up by candles. Barrels filled with alcohol from around the world were stored in there. The four people who stood in the room could barely contain their excitement.

Captain Jay White smiled at his boys and Y/N. A goblit filled with wine in each of their hands, they made a toast to another job well done. On the table before them, a map they stole from Governor Tony Khan, which would lead them to the world's greatest treasures.

"Look at us. Finally got that bloody treasure map from that crook Khan," Jay spoke triumphantly. The map was believed to be a myth. Safeguarded by the Khans for generations. Now, it was free to use for anyone who could get their hand on it.

"Soon, we will have a little more gold in your collection," Y/N reminded him. "I told you we could trust the Hangman,"

Jay felt his eye twitch slightly. He still didn't trust the man known as Hangman Adam Page. Y/N insisted he was a good man, but the New Zealander still had his doubts. Nevertheless, he raised his glass in her direction. "To Y/N, for opening my eyes that some men can indeed be trusted,"

Jay, Y/N, and the Gunns cheered and took a drink. They savored the taste. It had been a while since they could afford fine wine. The Captain made sure to order the best bottle for them.

"So, what's next?" Y/N asked Jay after she finished her cup. The Gunns continued to drink. She could see them grab the wine bottle to pour themselves some more. Jay finished his drink and licked his lips.

"Back to the ship for the boys," Jay answered while pointing his goblit at the brothers. He took a step closer. His hand rested on her cheek. Her bottom lip lowered by his thumb. "But you and I have a room above the tavern. We will return to the ship in the morning and leave at first light,"

The Gunns made comments between themselves and giggled. The couple ignored their antics.

"I love you," Y/N whispered. She grabbed his hand in hers and kissed it.

"I know," he replied. Their foreheads placed together. Jay leaned in for a kiss.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N noticed the Gunns were starting to sway. They appeared disoriented. Colten fell to the floor first, followed by Austin.

"Boys?" She asked. "Did you drink too much already?"

Austin and Colten could barely move. They felt as if their world was spinning. Their bodies slowed enough that they couldn't get a word out. When she turned to Jay, he appeared fine.

"Don't think this is a way to sleep in our room tonight. That isn't happening," Jay barked. The two other men barely moved. Y/N knew something was wrong. This felt like a similar situation she experienced before. They never found out who did it, but there was only one similar person in this. That man happened to be standing at the doorway.

"Hangman?" Y/N asked. "Did you do this?"

"Don't look so glum, Y/N, and don't take this personal. It's strictly business," Hangman admitted with a shrug. "He made me a better offer,"

"What? No. Let me go," she begged. Her speech slurred. The room felt disoriented. She felt as if she was hovering above ground. Her friend that she knew for years grabbed her wrist. He started to carry her away by carrying her bridal style. Y/N looked at her lover. "Jay, help,"

"Jay? Jay White? Have I found my old friend at last?" a voice spoke from the top of the stairs. Heavy boots stomped against the stone stairs.

That exact voice always made Jay angry. The second he heard it, he knew who it was. "Cage,"

A man in his fifties appeared before them. Jay fell to the floor. The wine was laced to make the drinkers feel weak. His vision started to blur.

"Just conducting some business. You know you should really keep yours more private. The moment you enlisted Hangman for help, he came running to me," Christian Cage commented. He grabbed the map from the table. His light eyes swam through the page. Governor Khan had always kept the map with tight security. He never thought he'd see the map with his own eyes.

Jay attempted to reach for a weapon. It didn't matter to him, just anything to inflict bodily harm to Christian. The older man laughed at him. A shove of his foot knocked Jay to the ground. All he could do now was watch.

"You did all the work, and I get the rewards. Anything I could do for you?" Christian asked. He made his way towards the stairs.

With his girl and the map gone, Jay could only think of one thing.

"You tell Hangman he will burn,"

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Sweater Weather

Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: While caught out in a snowstorm while on a mission, you resort to desperate measures to keep warm.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Canon violence, slightly injured reader, smut, manhandling, soft sex, facefucking

AN: kinda rushed but i thought it was cute! have a good day lovely people

The mission was long. And hard. And all you wanted now was a nice, long nap.

Steve had brought up this particular mission while you two were hiding in Manila. You always preferred the warmer destinations, even when you worked for SHIELD.

It was a simple mission - too simple in hindsight - the grab-the-file-and-get-out type.

"It's Austria," you sighed, again with the cold. "I know, sweets, but it's an ex-Hydra base. We gotta check it out, make sure they don't have anything they shouldn't."

You nodded, "When do we leave?"

"Wheels up in an hour."

When you landed in Austria, your mood soured quickly. There was a foot of snow surrounding the town, and you trudged through the snow to get to the safehouse - a mile away from the nearest town. You were staking out the safe house when the entire town lost power. No lights, no heating, no appliances. It was going to be a rough couple of days.

You bundled yourself in a coat and blankets while you and Steve went over what you knew. The old Hydra base had been abandoned for a while, but it was one of the few that hadn't been on SHIELD's radar due to the lack of activity in the area. It seemed that they had missed something. It seemed very active now.

You spent the first few days making sure no one suspected you were doing anything suspicious. You stocked up on firewood - making sure you would have enough, even if you ended up snowed in for a couple of days. You tried to get out to some shops, but with the three inches of snow in the local town, no shops were open. You hoped that there was some long-life food still left in the safe house.

When you set out, you silently prayed that the power would come back on by the time you had finished dealing with the agents in the bunker. You also thanked Tony for putting a heater in your suit as part of one of his routine upgrades. You weren't freezing your ass off as you broke into the base.

The bunker itself was powered by some self-generating form of energy - no doubt developed as a result of Loki's scepter in the hands of Baron Von Strucker. The bunker was still working at peak capacity when you and Steve waltzed in the building, guns a-blazing, looking for any signs they were planning something big.

The bunker clearly had been expecting you, launching a full assault on you as soon as you guys walked in. Agents flew left, right, and centre, throwing kicks and punches. The odd bullet was fired at your heads. They were good. But you were much better. You dodged each blow, retaliating with one much harder. They may have had power but it was amateur. You were a battle-hardened professional.

One guy was lucky. He took a baton to your ribcage while you were preoccupied with two other guys. Clearly, he hadn't learned to play fair. You threw the other two guys off you, kicking your assailant into the wall. A nasty crack was the end of him.

You left the bunker exhausted, gripping a nasty bruise that was forming over your ribs. Steve wrapped an arm around you, carrying your weight as you hobbled from the bunker. He abandoned the idea quickly, your height difference making the maneuver awkward. Instead, he wrapped his arms under your thighs, scooping you up bridal style.

You nuzzled into his chest, seeking out his warmth as the snow beat down upon you both. Steve was like a human furnace, his heat radiating through you, keeping you warm even in the hostile temperatures you found yourself in. He smiled down at you, gripping you tighter into his body as you retreated into the trees.

It was about 12 miles from the bunker to the safe house and Steve knew he had to get you both there before the blizzard really hit. There he could check your ribs for the extent of the damage. He prayed that the damage wasn't bad, guilt overtaking his mind. A few seconds of preoccupation on his part led to you being injured. Steve felt terrible.

He was also on high alert. There was no exfil team. They weren't Avengers anymore. They were on their own out here - even Nat wouldn't be able to get here in time if they were attacked.

The trudge through the snow was terrible. Frost covered your hair and his beard, and the chills were racking through your body with more frequency. The snow was seeping through your tactical gear, and given that night was fast falling around them, Steve picked up the pace.

More than once, you offered to walk alongside him, saying that you'd both be faster if you could run, but then an odd step would jolt your body and the pained gasp that would leave your lips was an answer enough.

By the time you reached the house, you had fallen asleep in Steve's arms. He kicked the door open with his toe - the key being a biometric scan of his eye.

You woke up as he sat you down gently on the edge of the sofa.

"Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty." He chuckled as you threw your boot at his head. He caught it easily.

You almost swooned. Sometimes, you thought Steve showed off just to get a reaction out of you. You didn't mind - it was hot.

Steve shut the door with a click, kicking off his shoes by the door. You shivered. Somehow it was colder inside the house than outside. Steve grabbed your bag, throwing a pair of soft clean clothes in your direction, before grabbing some firewood and getting a fire started.

You limped into the bathroom, the coldness making your bones ache. You made quick work of your suit - throwing it into the bathtub, before toweling yourself dry. The wetness of the suit had chaffed at your skin, and the threadbare towel was doing nothing to help the soreness of your skin, but a little itchiness was nothing compared to the hell that would be a cold. Especially since you had no idea when you were getting out of here.

"The power's still out!" Steve called from outside the bathroom. You could tell he was leaning on the door frame, ever the gentleman, even in sub-freezing temperatures.

"Yeah, no shit sherlock." You mumble under your breath as you open the door.

Steve smirked, "I caught that." You gave him a sarcastic smile back. He passed you to go dry off, "No hot water, so I dumped my suit in the tub to dry." You said, leaning on the door frame to take in the picture in front of you.

Steve's usually prim and proper appearance was dishevelled, hair run through multiple times. His suit was half-unzipped, toned chest visible under the confines of the tight fabric. A spattering of hair grew on his chest - the result of multiple back-to-back missions. And, of course, being an internationally-wanted fugitive.

He gave you a nod of confirmation, before shutting the door. You turned around to be hit by a wave of warmth. In the time it took you to pull the skin-tight tac suit off your body - which, let's be honest, took quite a while seeing as it was soaked - Steve had managed to get a fire going.

You huddled close to the fire, pulling your legs into your chest and tucking your face into your knees. You stayed there while Steve stirred in the bathroom - the occasional grunt as he bumped into the things making you giggle.

You shuffled closer to the fire, trying to steal every ounce of warmth to warm your frigid body.

"Careful, doll, you might burn yourself." You looked up at him and smiled, reaching for him as he walked towards you. He sat behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You relaxed into his arms. This was nice. You needed to do this more.

He ran his fingers over your ribs, goosebumps following in his path. You winced slightly as he applied pressure. "Not broken." He whispered, hot breath ghosting over your ear. You shivered lightly.

Steve pulled you into a chair, before retrieving the first aid kit. He sat you down, before sinking to his knees in front of you. You clenched your thighs slightly, the action pushing your mind to filth. If Steve noticed, he said nothing. He rolled up your sleeves and your trousers, revealing a plethora of small cuts and bruises that littered your body. Steve made quick work of treating your superficial wounds, smiling sympathetically when you winced at the sting of antiseptic against the cuts.

He snuck a hand under your shirt, locking eyes with you in a silent request for permission. You pulled up your shirt, revealing the large bruise over your ribs. There was a red mark in the centre of the bruise where the pole had hit you. Steve gently wiped it with an alcohol wipe, before applying Arnica cream to the bruise. You watched him tenderly patch you up.

"I'm sorry." His words surprise you.

"What?"

"I should have been there. To protect you."

You scoffed, "In case it slipped your memory, you were preoccupied. It's not your fault."

He nodded silently, rolling your shirt back down. He started to pack up the kit, but you grabbed his arm, dragging him back to sit where you had been sat moments before.

"You're hurt too, Captain," you said, sinking to your knees in front of him in the same way he had. The effect you had on him was far more visible. His face blushed a bright red, and you smiled coyly.

You bandaged up the graze on his leg, hands lingering longer than they needed to. You pushed yourself off the floor and occupied yourself with the knots in his shoulders. The adrenaline made both your bodies tense, but while you had had the time to relax in Steve's arms, he hadn't had that same luxury.

You ran your fingertips over his shoulders, kneading the particularly tight parts. Steve let out a low groan in appreciation, resting his forehead on your stomach. The sound sent electricity through your body, heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach.

Steve's hands came around to rest on your thighs, pulling you closer into his body like he couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment.

You leaned to whisper into his hair, "It's not your fault, Steve." His hold on you only became tighter.

You stood like that for a while, your arms running up and down Steve's back while he convinced himself that you were fine.

He walked out back to grab more firewood, promising he'd be back in a few seconds. You smiled to yourself, fingers ghosting over your lips. The thought of kissing Steve was overwhelming, but you didn't want to push him when you weren't sure of exactly how he felt.

You had a pretty good idea though.

Ever since you had joined the Avengers, you had been close. But with the multiple near-end-of-the-world experiences, it never seemed like the right time to explore those feelings. Steve had always been affectionate, keeping close to you, both in public and private. He had bought you flowers regularly when you lived in New York, always remembered your birthday, protected you when Hydra agents and internet trolls attacked you. In return, you had stood by him in every fight that you could - you always had his back. He could count on that. When the dispute over the Sokovia accords had happened, you agreed with Steve - even if that meant you lost some close friends. In the years that followed, you had fought countless enemies side-by-side. Bucky sometimes joined you, Sam too. But for the most part, you two had become almost intimately acquainted.

You crept towards the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets for any long-life food that might have been kept there. You pulled a can out of the cupboard. Baked Beans. You pulled another can out of the cupboard. Baked Beans. And another. And another. And another. All beans.

Buried at the back of the cupboard was a single tin of Chicken Noodle Soup that was so out of date, the mold in it had probably bred a new organism. Baked beans it was then.

You heated the beans up in a pan, placing them over the roaring fire to warm them up. You huddled up to the fire again, chills wracking through your body, keeping the pan over the fire all the while. After a while, with the tomato sauce bubbling slightly, you pulled the pan away from the heat and stood up to serve it into the two cracked bowls that were left in the safe house. Tony had done a good job at emptying the safe houses after the end of the Avengers.

Your hands shook as you evenly distributed the beans. You could hardly bear to be this far away from the fire. You needed more layers, but your coat and your tac suit were soaked through, meaning you had nothing else to wear.

Your hands shook violently again as another shiver ripped through you. You tucked your hands under your armpits and raised your shoulders to cover your ears.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted something fuzzy draped on the edge of the sofa. Steve's jumper. He's been wearing it when he arrived in Austria but claimed that it was far too thick for him - immediately discarding it when you had entered the safe house. You didn't know how it had slipped your mind earlier.

You slipped it on - Steve hadn't lied. It was incredibly thick and cozy. And also quite large, dwarfing your figure, making you feel safe and warmed. You pushed up the sleeves and carried the bowls to the floor in front of the fire.

You noticed an extra pair of Steve's socks tucked into the front of his backpack. You quickly stole them, slipping them onto your feet. You were grateful that Steve was an over-packer.

You crouched back in front of the fire, pulling the jumper over your knees, balancing your bowl on your kneecaps.

You heard Steve before you saw him. He was carrying a pile of firewood in his arms and grumbling about how 'the stupid snow got in his boots and now his socks are wet'. You giggled.

"Glad you find my torment funny, sweets." He said, his eyes still trained on the wood in his eyes, "How would you feel if I got trench foot, and was benched for-" He stopped abruptly.

You looked up at him. His gaze was trained on your body, eyes darkening by the second.

"You shouldn't have done that, sweets."

Your face breaks into uncertainty. Maybe you had completely misread the situation. Maybe Steve only wanted to be friends.

The way he grabbed your face, though, told you differently.

He stooped low to cradle your face in his hands. He placed small kisses all over your face, pecking you like a bird would its food.

"You're mine." He whispered between each one. The declaration made heat pool in your stomach and you couldn't help but laugh. You grabbed his face with your hands, and pressed your lips to his, gently at first. Steve ran his tongue against your lips, begging to be let in.

You moaned as his tongue explored each and every part of your mouth. You could feel him getting harder every second that passed and that only spurred you on.

"Steve," his name fell from your lips like a prayer, "please."

He picked you up and you let out a soft gasp.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

You nodded, words cast from your mind. He chuckled, lust colouring his tone as he shuffled you in his arms.

"Makes me feel safe." You whispered, nestling your head into his shoulder. "Like it when you carry me."

He smiled and laid you on the sofa gently. He pressed deep and sensual kisses on your lips, large and warm hands caressing your body.

You arched your back as he ran a knuckle over your nipple. You were hopelessly horny, begging for friction.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"You. Only you." You whimpered.

"Where do you want me?"

"Everywhere. Please, Steve." You were begging. Steve's eyes lit up.

"Want me to love you, pretty baby?" Steve said, dragging his fingers up your sides.

"Steve, please!" You were close to tears.

He pulled your panties down, fingers slipping in between your wet folds.

"Fuck, darling, you're making a mess." You shuddered, moans spilling out from your lips. He pulls his trousers down, dick curling into his stomach.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

You nodded in response.

"Good." He slid into you gently, your walls stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, head tossed back in pleasure.

He was bigger than you had thought - you grabbed his bicep as he brushed your g-spot.

“S’big Stevie." You whimpered, "M’all full.”

"Yeah baby? You like that?" His hands came to rest on the bulge in your stomach.

The pleasure exploded like a million fireworks in your stomach. He started moving, setting a brutal pace, pushing in and out of you. His cock brushed your g-spot with every thrust, and soon enough you were seeing stars.

"Love it, Stevie! Please don't stop!" He drilled into you, muttering sweet praises.

The coil in your stomach tightened with each thrust. “M’not gonna last.” you whimpered softly.

“S’okay baby." He praised, "Come for me, pretty girl."

You came with a silent cry, shuddering as a wave of arousal washed over you. Steve rode out your orgasm with you, before pulling out. He stood up to head to the bathroom, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the sofa. You sank to your knees in front of him, again, and licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to."

You placed a kiss on the tip of his cock before taking it in your mouth and sucking on it. You wrapped your right hand around the base of his cock and used the other to massage his balls. Steve drew a sharp breath in above you. You wrapped his hand around your hair, giving him permission to fuck your face. He grabbed your hair tightly and fucked up into your face, choking you with the brutal pace that he set.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," Steve said, slightly relaxing his pace as he moved to pull out. You pushed your face further onto his cock.

Ropes of his cum coated the back of your throat as he came with moans of your name. Your eyes welled up as your throat filled with his seed. You swallowed it, much to Steve's surprise. He pulls you into his lap, before carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

You settle on the sofa in his lap, kissing lightly over and over again.

You turn your head to the fire. "Shit."

"What?" Steve looked at you in concern.

"The food. S'gone cold."

He burst into laughter, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He placed a small kiss on your shoulder. You could get used to this.

[hayanwulf]

Love Your Strength

First post here, let's see how this thingy works..

This short is inspired from @airas-story's 'Greatest Creation' fic, in which Tony has super soldier strength.

The battle was over. Remains of Doom bots scattered all over the streets, Doom himself having gotten away. Again.

Nanite returning back to its housing unit, Tony looked around the mess until his eyes fell on Stephen. A few bruises were visible on his sorcerer’s pretty face, feat swaying a little. He wasn’t badly hurt though, just exhausted.

“C’mon Cheesecakes, let’s get you home.” Tony stepped forward to help Stephen, who swayed a little too much, prompting Tony to catch him before he had fallen; nevermind the fact that Cloak wouldn’t have let that happen. Stephen’s body seemed to curl around his a little, leaning on him.

Tony decided to put that super strength of his to use and wrapped a hand around his husband’s legs, easily hoisting him up into a bridal carry. Stephen immediately went lax in his hold, his body reflexively pressing itself closer to Tony’s, eyes closed, and let out a content hum where his head rested on Tony’s shoulder.

Tony carried them towards the Quinjet where most of the team had already gone back to.

“Love your strength,” Stephen murmured affectionately against his shoulder, leaning in to press a kiss on his neck while a trembling hand wrapped around Tony’s other shoulder.

The words made Tony’s heart swell a little. For the longest time in their relationship, Tony had always been afraid of his own strength, afraid of ever hurting his love. And yet, even after finding out about his super strength, Stephen had never once been afraid of him, had never once shied away from any of his touches. If anything, he had encouraged physical affection even more after noticing Tony’s initial reluctance.

“I love your Strength, Tony,” he would say. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Back then they had been words of reassurance, of acceptance. Now, though, they were a part of the love language they shared.

“Love you too, Sweetcakes,” Tony replied, pressing a kiss on his husband’s forehead.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Bear Ch 6

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 5.7K

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn't your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

TW: vomiting, sickness, injury, mentions of nightmares, canon typical violence (I guess? I think that’s it)

A/n Sorry this took so long (again) but this series will continue. I have no idea when it will end tbh I have no real plan lol also it’s a super long chapter almost 6k. I debated splitting it in half to post but was like nah. So here ya go…

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

it was nearing 9am and despite wanting to stay the whole day here in the treehouse Nat and Wanda would notice soon if they hadn’t already. Grabbing your sketchbook and pencils and stashing the snacks away again you slung it over your shoulder and began climbing down the ladder. At some point it had started raining.

“great” you muttered pulling on the hood of your hoodie in an attempt to keep dry. You didn’t have a coat or anything so it was the best you could do. you shoved your backpack under your shirt and despite it being waterproof you didn’t want to take any chances when it came to your sketchbook. You hurried back, weaving the familiar path through the trees.

As the compound came into sight it was raining rather heavily. your socks were soaked, and your shoes squelched as you walked. it felt awful against your feet, and you couldn’t wait to get them off. once in the foyer you slipped past the desk and towards the lift. deciding to head straight to the kitchen for a better breakfast than chocolate and cereal you threw down your backpack and began rummaging in the cupboards.

A moment later you felt strong arms grip your biceps from behind and before you could react you were spun around and thrown into the wall. your head connected with the plaster with a loud thwack and in your dazed state you realised a hydra agent was in the kitchen with you.

He must have waited for you to leave the treehouse and followed you back. he pinned you to the walls and twisted your wrist at an unnatural angle. leaning in close you could feel his breath on your cheek. struggling in his hold you felt pain shoot down your arm from your wrist when you moved it.

All at once you shifted into a ferret and crawled through the man's legs to escape. At the same time a burst of red magic threw the man into the wall and he groaned and slumped unconscious. Natasha and Wanda ran into the kitchen.

Wanda hurried over to the man and Nat crouch down to where you were curled up whimpering behind a chair. Nat scooped you up in her arms carefully and began jogging to the lift to take you to the med bay. luckily bruce had stayed behind. you squirmed in her arms, and she shushed you whispering reassurances.

Jarvis had alerted tham you were back and in distress. Wanda and nat had been looking for you so they had hurried to the kitchen just in time to see you shift to a ferret and slip between the man's legs.

as she hurried you shift back into a human in her arms, and she stumbles slightly but stays upright carrying you bridal style in her arms. You groan and rest your pounding head against her chest and nat picks up the pace worried about you.

“How you doin there Y/n/n talk to me sweets.” She said sounding worried. You groaned again.

“Dizzy and it hurts.” you said. And Nat nodded. Your eyes were closed but you felt her move from where you were curled into her.

“Just hold on for another second love and then Bruce will take care of you.”

“Wheres Wanda?” you asked still dazed but noticing her absence.

“Shes just letting fury know whats going on and putting the hydra man in a cell. Nothing for you to worry about right now.” She hushed and you nodded weakly hissing at the pain that sparked with the movement.

“Hold on love just stay still for me.” She said as she walked into the med bay and set you down gently.

She turned you on your side. Knowing you hadn’t said you felt sick but not wanting to risk anything if you got nauseous.

She quickly grabbed Bruce who came and gave you a check-up.

She shone the light in your eyes and determined you had aggravated your concussion a bit and would need to rest for a few days. He deemed it ok for that to be done in your room and you mumbled “Great just as it was starting to go away too.” Then you thanked Bruce.

After a second of them both looking at you, waiting for you to get up and join them you suddenly lent forward and gagged. The nausea hitting you all at once.

Nat rushed to your side and lent you over the edge of the bed to avoid you throwing up on yourself. opting for the floor as a better option.

Meanwhile Bruce quickly grabbed a sick bag and rushed straight back. He handed it to nat who used one hand to guide it to your chin and the other to rub between your shoulder blades.

At that moment Wanda rushed in as you began to throw up.

“Oh love.” She said coming to stand on your other side and joining nat in comforting you. “Get it all out sweets its ok natty and I are here lovebug.” She said rubbing you back. You coughed and threw up again before leaning back against the pillows and closing your eyes.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“You don’t have to apologise Y/n.” Bruce said taking the sick bag from nat and disposing of it on the other side of the room.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Wanda said and helped you up supporting your weight on one side as Nat supported your weight on the other. They helped you out of the sick bay and thanked Bruce before going to the elevator and instructing Friday to go to your shared floor.

Bruce had ordered no teleporting or shifting until you're better. at some point you must have fell asleep in the lift as you registered Nat’s strong arms hoist you into a princess hold. you snuggled your face into her neck and drifted off.

when you woke it was dark. the room was dimly lit with the blinds closed and your head was pounding your wrist was in a black wrist brace and you sniffled. letting out a harsh cough that made your head hurt more you whined softly.

At that moment Wanda emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water and some pain medicine for you. you gave her a weak smile as she came and sat next to you on the bed. silently you accepted the medicine and took it.

“How are you feeling my sweet?” Wanda asked in a hushed voice.

“Bad.” you said and coughed. Wanda frowned at the rough sounding noise that ripped through your chest. With a cool hand she laid the back of her hand on your warm forehead. She clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“Love you're a bit warm.” she said, and you simply turned away and sneezed.

“Bless you Y/n.” Wanda said. “Wait here a moment.” she went back into the bathroom returning a moment later with a thermometer.

She pressed it to your lips, and you let her slip it into your mouth. after a moment it beeped, and she frowned.

“101.3 thats a fever alright my love.” she said with a sigh. with a flick of her wrist, she summoned a cool rag and laid it over your eyes.

“This cold doesn’t seem too bad, but it looks like being wet from the rain didn’t do you and favours my love.” she said, and you hummed burying yourself into her side and falling into a light doze.

Wanda sighed and scratched you head lightly. after a bit nat came in and swapped out for Wanda. the team had gotten back while Wanda had been in with you and nat had been grilling the hydra agent.

Nat slipped into Wanda’s side of the bed, freshly showered and laid a hand against your forehead and hummed.

“shes due another dose of meds soon.” Wanda said and nat nodded before shooing her out.

Wanda sighed and trudged dejectedly to the kitchen to make dinner for the team and soup for you.

after a bit Nat was alerted by Jarvis that dinner was ready. she had given you more meds and you had gone back to sleep around a half hour ago.

Deciding to let Wanda wake you she made her way to the kitchen. after sitting down the team trickled in and Wanda came and sat beside nat. nat frowned expecting you to be with the redhead

“Where’s y/n/n wands? aren’t you going to get her? Is she not eating with us?” nat asked and Wanda shook her head.

“The pain meds have her zonked and so I’m letting her sleep. Plus, I can’t eat and feed her myself at the same time. With the … you know” Wanda pointed to her wrist and Nat nodded.

“She was sleeping when i left her.” Nat agreed.

After the team had eaten Wanda went to get you from your room and she led you into the kitchen. You sleepily rubbed your eyes and curled into her side still standing in the doorway. Wanda rubbed your back softly.

The team had left now, and it was just Nat sat at the table waiting for you. Wanda settled you into a chair next to Natasha and brought out a bowl of steaming soup.

“Wands it’s ok, you go clean up ill feed her” Nat offered, and your cheeks reddened at the idea of being spoon fed by the black widow. As much as you loved Nat and she felt like a mother slash older sister even the idea of your girlfriend having to spoon feed you was mortifying on a good day.

Wanda nodded and stood. Your cheeks darkened another shade as the assassin brought the soup up from the bowl, blowing on the spoon lightly before she brought it to your mouth.

Wanda chuckled at your embarrassment and continued to use her magic to clean the plates from the rest of the team.

You were sluggish, clearly tired as Nat fed you.

You ate slowly and stared off into space. Nat took note of your glazed eyes and flushed cheeks, the red reached all the way up your ears.

After Nat had decided you had eaten enough which was more than half the bowl, she walked it into the kitchen and handed it to Wanda before walking back to you. You were still sat at the table staring off at the same point on the wall still.

As much as she didn’t want to leave you Nat knew Wanda was needed to run some errands for Tony by the request of Fury. Nothing that counted as an offical mission but some work she needed to do at headquarters.

Before she left Wanda walked back into the kitchen where you were sat as Natasha tried to get your attention.

“Y/n? Baby, Fury needs me to go do some stuff for him at headquarters my love. Natty’s gonna stay with you for a bit while I’m out my sweet.” Wanda cooed and kissed your forehead. She paused feeling the heat coming from you.

“You might wanna take her Temp Nat it might explain why she’s so distant.” Wanda said as her brow pinched in concern.

“We’ll be fine Wands.” Nat said and placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda nodded and began getting ready to leave.

Nat helped you up and walked you back to your room with an arm around your waist. Wanda’s room was next to yours on the left and Natasha’s was on your right.

When you walked in the door you beelined straight for the bed as exhaustion was weighing heavily on all limbs. You flopped down without an ounce of grace and Nat chuckled lightly.

“Come on Y/n/n you need to get changed first love. You have sweat through your shirt.” She said and despite her being right you whined still not fully understanding what was going on through the haze of a fever addled mind.

Nat frowned walking over and pressing her hand to your forehead.

“Dammit Wanda’s right your warmer than you were earlier.” She said more to herself than anyone else.

She walked to the bathroom grabbing a thermometer and a fever patch from the first aid kit under the sink before she returned and grabbed some clothes for you. She knew she would need to help you change after all you were not able to fend for yourself currently. Nat sat down by your legs and tapped your thigh.

“Lift your hips for me sweetie.” She said and you did, unbothered and eyes drifting shut as she slipped off your PJ shorts and replaced them before getting you to lift your arms for her as she changed your shirt as well.

After you were changed Nat took the thermometer and placed it between your lips and held it there with her hand. After a moment it beeped, and she removed it.

“Hmmm 102.7 That’s fever patch worthy babe.” She said and carefully took the patch from its packaging and placed it on your flushed forehead.

After she got on the bed with you and after a moment of shuffling you laid your head on her shoulder. Nat chuckled softly. She put on a movie without really paying any attention. Knowing you would be asleep soon she shifted you, so your head rested in her lap, and you fell asleep as she played with your hair. Making small braids everywhere she could reach. The feeling was enough to relax your tired body as you edged into sleep.

You had been sleeping for the better part of an hour, still in Nat’s lap she had found a better movie to watch while she braided and rebraided your hair over and over again.

She was now absentmindedly slipping on another hairband as she finished the plait when she noticed your face was all screwed up like you were in pain. Then you started to kick a bit and flinch in your sleep muttering soft but urgent words Nat couldn’t make out. She had seen enough nightmares from Yelena and the team to know what was going on and it was most likely the fault of Your fever.

She gently rubbed her hand up and down your arm to wake you gently. After minute you shot upright almost colliding heads with Nat who had been hovering over where you still laid in her lap.

At the last minute she dodged and watched your eyes hastily scanning the room. They were still glassy and held an edge of confusion. The fever patch had fallen off as you slept and was sat on the sheets nearby. Nat helped you steady your breathing and because you were tired and confused your emotions were overwhelming as you began to cry.

“I want Wanda.” You sobbed as she pulled you into her chest. Your head was tucked under her chin as she ran her hands up and down your back.

You still felt too warm, and she gently laid her hand on your forehead. When she had managed to calm you down, she helped you take some more medicine before laying you against her chest. You curled up with your hands fisting in her shirt as your breathing evened out again, falling asleep listening to the rhythmic beating of her heart.

Nat looked down at your sleeping form as your grip relaxed on her shirt as you slept. She carefully checked your temperature with her hand and hummed as it seemed to be going down. As she reached for the remote to resume her show Nat felt her phone vibrate beside her. Before the ringtone began and woke you up she quickly answered.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Hi Nat, I just wanted to check on Y/n/n. How is she doing?” Wanda’s voice asked. Nat sighed.

“She’s ok. I think her fevers going down. It was at almost 102 and she’s had a nightmare just before. I just got her back to sleep actually. She was asking for you. I think she’s exhausted and overwhelmed, she’s definitely confused because of the fever.” Nat explained and ran a hand through her own hair.

“I’ll try and get home as soon as i can. Thank you for looking after her Nat it means a lot and we both really appreciate it.” Wanda said.

“Anytime I love the two of your gremlins more than you realise.” Nat said and began rubbing your back again. Wanda laughed.

“Ok Nat we love you too. I have to get back to fury before he notices I’m not working. I’ll be home soon … hopefully.” Wanda said and they said goodbye before ending the call.

About two hours after her call with Nat, Wanda walked into the bedroom to see you and Nat curled around each other fast asleep in her arms.

Quietly she walked over to you and stroked the hair from your eyes, frowning at the wetness of your skin against her hand. Luckily you weren’t warm anymore, so it was most likely sweat from the fever breaking while you slept.

Carefully she roused you from your sleep accidentally waking Natasha in the process as she has always slept lightly for as long as Wanda could remember. As you blearily opened your eyes, they lacked the look of fevered confusion that he been present in hours prior. Wanda internally celebrated the small win.

“Y/n you need to get up sweetheart. You need a shower my love.” Wanda said helping you into a sitting position, in your sleepy state you missed the wet patch of sweat against Natasha’s shirt from where you had been sleeping pressed into her side. She seemed unbothered however, and slipped out of the room as Wanda helped you to the bathroom.

She sat you down on the covered toilet seat as you were still sick and exhausted. Helping you slip out of your clothes she soon shed her own and helped you into the shower where you lent against her heavily.

Wanda gently washed your skin clean of the sweat, using her scented soaps. The steam cleared some of the congestion and as Wanda helped you out and wrapped you in a towel, she began to apply lotion to your arms, legs, torso and face. You hummed, enjoying the skin to skin contact as much as humanly possible.

After a minute you were dressed again as she helped you back to the bed. Nat is sat on the bed; she had replaced the sheets and changed her clothes. Her shower had taken much less time than yours as she could do it unassisted.

Nat opened her arms to you, and you curled into her side as Wanda pressed up against your back to block you into their arms. Nat put on a movie she had been waiting for Wanda to watch knowing the young witch would enjoy it tremendously.

You were asleep in an instant and your softly breathing was warm against Nat’s neck where you face was buried in her shoulder. Wanda’s arms were wrapped around your midsection and Nat’s arm was around your shoulder.

While you were sick tony was getting heat from the team as to why you were the target of a HYDRA attack on the tower. They had been alerted to the break in by Friday when they returned, and Tony had been giving them nothing as they watched the footage from the security feed in the briefing room.

You were sleeping as Natasha and Wanda had slipped downstairs for the meeting while you did knowing you may need someone to defend you. She had told Friday to keep a close eye on you. Walking in the team sat around the table in the meeting room and waited for answers.

Tony knew he had to explain why hydra broke in and tried to get you, he hadn’t been entirely honest with the team, and he knew they needed answers and fury had told him it was time to tell the team.

He had more than enough reasons to so he would just have to rip off the bandaid. You had given him explicit permission to tell them if something like this happened. You knew it would be easier for you if tony told them instead of yourself which is why he hadn’t waited for you to be able to attend.

He begun to explain not missing the way Nat’s eyes gauged everyone reactions and took mental note of it all.

Eventually the meeting descended into arguing as most did.

“Shes a criminal and we thought she was dead” Steve said getting mad.

“So did hydra that was kinda the point Steve.” Tony huffed rolling his eyes and sipping his coffee.

“How do we know shes safe to be around now?” He argued.

“She wasn’t in control. And i know her i can vouch for her. Shes good now. And maybe if your head wasn’t so far up your ass you would see you did the same thing for Bucky.”

“Don’t bring him into this. That was different.” He shoved a finger into Tony’s chest.

“Yeah cap? How?” Tony shot back. “How was it different captain asshole?”

Just before tony could get his suit and Steve could throw a punch Natasha pushed them apart.

“Alright. Enough.” She yelled “theres enough testosterone flying around in here that my voice could drop if i breath too deep.” She said and bruce grumbled something about medical inaccuracies before retreating under Nat’s harsh gaze.

“Yes y/n worked for hydra.” Tony glared at her.

“But not because she wants to, she was forced. And whether you like it or not Steve shes similar to Bucky. Sure, they used different tech to brain wash her so it's not exactly the same. She remembers all of it which is a curse she has to live with for the rest of her life. She doesn’t need you adding to that Steve. Now shes an excellent fighter and she is an amazing avenger so both of you get your heads out of your asses and see that she needs a family to support her not a bunch of testosterone addled kids fighting over the last cookie man up and get over it.” Nat said.

“Geez nat you might have to take over the pre mission prep lectures from now on your giving Steve a run for his money.” Tony grinned and Nat glared before storming back to your room. Bruce was there having slipped out of the meeting once the arguing started. He was checking your vitals when she arrived. A nervous habit of his.

“How is she?”

“Shes fine her fevers broken which is good. Other than that, i tried to wake her for meds for her cold but she won't respond. Im worried about what Tony said about her powers coming back. I did a scan to see the proper cause of her fever earlier and its odd because there doesn’t seem to be one.”

“She was out in the rain that day and Wanda thinks it's just a cold. Maybe she’s just tired.” Nat said looked slightly worried. You were still sleeping, and it had been almost three hours now. You should be awake soon.

“I still don’t know why shes not awake yet. Something may be wrong.” Bruce said running a hand through his hair and looking stressed. He hated not have answers almost as much as Natasha did.

“Alright thats enough speculation there big guy.” Tony said walking in and nat glared at him.

“I thought i told you to cool off stark.”

“First off my niece.” He said pointing at the bed. “And second i do what i want around here.” Nat grumbled but let him stay.

“I think it's time i told you how little miss bear here got her powers. The first time they came they did the same thing, knocked her out for about a week while her body sorted itself out. Im assuming it's doing it again to get the rest back”.

“The rest?” Nat asked confused.

“Yes. She can do more than just teleport and shape-shift and i assume this”he gestured to the bed. “Happened when those came back as well.”

“What do you mean came back?” Bruce asked brow furrowed.

“Hydra suppressed them so she could only use them on their command, but the drugs seem to be working its way out of her system i don’t know why now after all this time but i assume it's because her body has finally relaxed enough after processing the trauma enough. Her system is finally rebooting fixing itself. Thats why i wanted her back here. Aside from her uses to the avengers she needs someone to keep an eye on her.”

“And you let her go out into the field.”

“She said it hadn’t happened in month we both thought the other powers wouldn’t come back, ok?” Tony said sounding slightly stressed.

“Ok it's alright tony thank you for telling us now i can look after her better.”

Bruce said placing a hand on Tony’s slouched shoulders.

“I need a coffee. Nat alert me if theres any change.” He said walking out.

“I would love a coffee thanks for the offer tony.” Nat called after him sarcastically. Bruce laughed and disappeared to the kitchen returning a moment later with a coffee for nat.

“Made a pot earlier.” Bruce said handing it to her.

“You're a lifesaver banner.” Nat said kissing his cheek and making him blush. He scurried back into his labs office stuttering something about rerunning the tests now he knew what to look for. Nat took a large sip of her coffee and sighed at the warm feeling.

“Im here y/n/n. Wanda and i are here and we won't let anyone hurt you. Now get better for me soon so i can kick your ass in training. I wanna know what cool powers you wake up with this time.” She grinned squeezing you hand. Wanda entered and sat on the other side of the bed. Brushing the hair from your closed eyes.

“She looks so cute when she sleeps.” Wanda said and Nat hummed in agreement. Somewhere in your unconscious state you felt safe. Something you hadn’t felt since hydra, your heart thawed slightly at the feeling.

Bucky had finally convinced Steve to give you a chance and the news had finally seemed to settle on the team.

Over the next few days, you were in and out of sleep completely drained an exhausted. After around three days you were awake again and fully ok. No new powers had shown up yet and you felt no different.

Sometimes it was simply a fluke. Your body may have been just reacting to the illness and stress.

You stuck to Wanda and Nat’s side. Clint was still waiting for his new hearing aids, so you had many talks with him in ASL while new ones were being made. They had to be waterproof for missions and taped into coms, so they were specially made.

Together the four of you brushed up on sign language and nat had begun to teach peter who struggled at first with the more complex signs before nat corrected him.

He was getting much better now and much to Clint’s amusement Steve seemed to get annoyed he couldn’t join in. Muttering about secret languages. He was simply annoyed at anything that kept him in the dark. The same way he didn’t like when you and nat spoke in Russian or when you and Wanda spoke in sokovian. You had picked up a few languages in hydra. Your commands were always in Russian and sometimes sokovian so it made sense.

Pepper had taught you French as a child and you also knew German and ASL. You were easily bilingual but not many people knew.

You had taken to calling Nat mama spider as a tease since she mothered both you and peter almost always. She always muttered something in Russian about cute tragic orphans that always made you grin.

Tony and Bruce had been in the lab together for what felt like days due to the blissful peace of no bickering or science jabber.

Of course, now there was a hit out on you and your life was at risk tony had made sure there was never a moment you were alone. If your escort, usually Wanda or nat needed a break they were to pass you off to another member of the team and under no circumstances were you to be left alone. It's not that you couldn’t look after yourself but more the team was afraid to lose you. You had grown on them all.

Clint loved the way you had brought more ASL into daily life and even taught some more people at the compound. It meant Clint didn’t feel so alone and didn’t need to wear the hearing aids he hates so much all the time.

Steve was nice and kind of like a big brother.

Bucky was the same. The goofy older brother who ruffles your hair and brings you snacks. He sat with you after nightmares, one of the few that understood. You didn’t talk just simply listened to the silence and his presence was all you needed.

Wanda, your amazing girlfriend was perfect in every way.

Nat your pseudo mother was awesome.

Thor was like a confused cousin who basically came ate all your food and then left again.

Bruce was shy but kind to you and happy to get into the details of your nonverabalism and talk about science with you.

Tony was still the ever-annoying uncle you had grown to love and hate at the same time.

Peter became what you assume a little brother would be like if you had one. Minus the fighting.

And Sam was alway just around being Sam which means he was being annoying as always.

You woke each night with nightmares after it seemed your weird sleep had brought back some unwanted memories so you had taken to spending some nights in your own room away from Wanda so she could get some real sleep and not worry about you. You always found some excuse.

You liked your late-night sessions with Bucky just sitting on the roof looking at the stars. After you both woke from nightmares. You loved the way Steve would pick you up and run away when you both stole Bucky arm. Or the way Bruce always left little notes with science doodles on them around the compound for you. The way peter invited you to help him build lego. The way Thor once let you eat his pop tarts with him. The way Sam and you pranked Steve. The way Clint was happy to show you how to do new archery trick shots after finding out it was a hobby of yours. The way Nat admired your ability to throw knives and the way Wanda always seemed to know what you needed.

You had bonded with them all after a matter of weeks.

Thought back to the first time you and Bucky sat together. You had been tossing in bed before deciding to get up after a horrible nightmare. You walked into the hall freezing as you saw Bucky leaving his own room down the hall.

He saw your distress that almost matched his own and motioned for you to follow him. Silently the two of you walked up to roof and sat down together under the stars. Bucky pulled you into his side, his long hair brushing the top of your head as your ear was pressed to his chest. His arms were around your shoulders.

Silently he held you as you sobbed. Unbothered by the tears that were staining his sleep shirt. He simply held you under the stars, the cool night air grounding as he rubbed his metal hand up and down your back. The cool groves of the metal gave you something to focus on enjoying the texture against your covered skin. You had always loved Bucky arm. The metal was soothing and cold. The groves you would trace absentmindedly in meetings when he sat next to you. Your fingers sometimes tracing the red star on his steel bicep.

After a few minutes your sobs die down and you grew slightly embarrassed. You began to pull away, but his arms tightened around you.

“Don’t go.” He said softly as you realised you were grounding him as much as he was doing the same for you.

“Ok.” You mumbled and buried your face in his chest again soon you feel asleep in his arms listening to his heartbeat.

The next morning when you woke, he was gone but the softness you felt was the pillow and blanket he had used to tuck you in still on the roof in the shaded morning sun.

You stood stretching and tucking the blanket and pillow into a nearby vent on the roof, you felt this was not a onetime occurrence and you were correct.

You made your way to the kitchen feeling more rested than you should. In kitchen Bucky sat nursing a coffee. He sent you a small smile and a slight nod of his head but doesn’t say anything. The smile is genuine.

Over the next few nights, it became routine. Sometimes he puts you back in your bed, sometimes you rejoin Wanda or nat in their rooms after a bit or just sleep with him on the roof. He’s very comfortable it must be all the super soldier muscles.

Life in the compound was comfortable and you began to form a routine. You were sat now in the gym after finishing sparring with nat. You were both hot and sweaty and guzzling water. Nat swiped a hand over her brow and smiled at you flicking off the sweat.

“Your pretty good out there L/n” you said, and you nodded at the compliment.

“Not too bad yourself Romanoff.” You grinned and she shoved your lightly on the shoulder.

“Come on. Tony said he had a surprise for you. But shower first. You need to buy new deodorant because it's not working.” She joked and you lightly slapped her before heading for the showers.

MASTERLIST

[thevampirediariesuniverse-1864]

Tony stark smut

Not for proper under 18 !!!!!!

You were tony steaks personal assistant. You did everything for tony . One day after a long meeting tony was down in his lab. It was 2 am at the moment. You still saw tony was up working on his suit. You decide to walk down there. As you walked down the stairs into Tony’s lab you saw him on his couch screwing with his arm piece on his suit. You sat down on top of the table. Tony looked at you..staring at you semi spread legs “mr stark you really need some rest” Tony continued to stare at you without responding.

“Yeah I guess your right” tony stays seated working in his arm piece when he sets it down look at you. He looks directly at you spread legs and up them. E starts to feelings tingle in his pants ..his duck is getting hard for you ..just at the sight of you like this at the thoughts of taking you right there on the table

“Come on mr stark” you say to tony , “look just give me a few more minutes down here” you start swinging your legs back and forth. “You really need for rest” ..”have I ever told. You how hot you are Yn ,” you lion at tony stunned “like look at you , your thic thighs your big but and giant boobs ..ugh..I can’t take it”

“Mr stark?” You ask again.when he stands up and marches to you,he stand between your legs as you sit on the table. “Mr stark ….” You breath out questioning. “Shh..honey ..shh” he places his hand on you thigh ..and rubs you thigh “mr stark..” you’d at again , “tony” tony corrects you. He starts to push your skirt up as he starts kissing your neck. You start to moan “oh Tony mmmaahh Oohhh” “that’s a good girl , let me hear you baby” tony reaches up grabbing your panties pulling them down “good girl …good girl” he coos to you as you moan back to him

He pulls your panties down. You jump in shock. “It’s okay honey, I’ll be gental” his fingers draw circles in your Clint as you moan . He moves them back and forth. “Good girl , good girl.. so fucking hot” you moan again “alright baby , I’m putting them in now okay ?” You nod your head as tony slowly puts one finger in you . You main out as his finger gose in “there you go baby , there you go” he starts slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he adds another. You moan out grabbing his shoulders. “Hey ,hey” he pulls his fingers out,”no coming until I’m inside you”

“Are you ready for me honey ?” You nod your head as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his dick. “Spread your legs for me” you’d press your legs open for him “good girl” he pushes himself slowly into you he’s a moaning messing manning your name “oh Yn , Yn! Oh ..’mm you feel so good ..so tight” you cry out as tony pushes inside you

Tony bottoms out in you. He releases a breath putting his fore head against yours as yu both breath heavily. “Ready?” You nod you head at his question. Tony slowly starts to move ..pumping in and out slowly “there we go ..such a good girl for me” you moan out as he starts going faster “that’s it baby , let me hear who you belong to !” You main out “tony ! Mmm tony ..ooh!”

Tony starts pounding into you. The table starts rocking back and forth your bare ass on the glass table as tony pounds into you rocking you back and forth. You whimper as he dose so. “Mm mm mm” you whimper out Tony’s hand creases your cheek as he pounds into you”it’s okay honey , your doing so good for me !”

“Tony ! Tony ! I’m gonna ! I’m gonna!” You cry out your orgasm not far “I know baby ..me too!” You scream out as an orgasm rocks threw your body , as dose tony moaning your name loudly.

Tony takes you in his arms hugging you “good girl , you did so good” you hold onto tony,he picks you up bridal style carrying you to the bed lying you down getting in and cuddling up to you his arms wrapped around your waist “mine ..mine ..all mine” you him I. Agreement when he continues “I love you so much”

“I love you too tony”