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act of contrition
have homewrecker steve fucking tony at his wedding uwu 💖 as a treat
Before the rest of the guests arrive, and the nave is still blissfully deserted, Steve drags Tony into the confessional. Tony goes without protest, the faintest pink coloring his cheeks before they're submerged in darkness. They still manage to find each other, mouths surging together like the laws of physics demanded it.
Steve presses, presses, presses, until Tony's backed against the wall, the dark, ancient wood creaking under their combined weight.
He tugs at Tony's tie, a bright stripe of red against his all white suit until the smooth, unblemished skin of his neck is visible.
The urge to bite is inescapable, so bite him he does, sucking and lathing his mark into Tony's skin like a brand.
"Steve," Tony moans his name like he's God. But he's not God. He doesn't want to save Tony. Steve wants to rip his precious fucking suit off of him, and find his own salvation in between Tony's legs.
So he does.
Turning Tony around so his back is to him, Steve worships at the altar of Tony's thighs. He opens up Tony with his fingers and his tongue, until Tony begs for mercy.
"It's too much," Tony groans, pressing into the wall like he's trying to run away. Like Steve would let him..
"Like hell it is," Steve snarls and something within him snaps. He makes quick work of his own belt and trousers, and in no time is sinking into Tony with a sharp snap of his hips.
"It will never be enough," Steve confesses as something dark and sweeter than milk and honey sweeps over him.
Tony kisses him and Steve pretends like he doesn't taste the salt on his lips.
"Has anyone seen the groom? Don't tell me he got cold feet already?" Rhodey's golden voice is ice water in Steve's veins.
Tony goes stiff in Steve's arms and he wants to scream. He wants to rip the curtain away, show them all that Tony was his first, and no vow, no fucking ring would change that.
So he keeps going, slower, yet harder into Tony's tight heat, pleasure lighting up every single one of their nerves until they're dizzy with it. Tony's head rocks from side to side, like he's trying to shake the taste of Steve out of his mouth, like when he opens his eyes, Pepper won't be there waiting for him, a vision in white.
Steve comes with holy words on his tongue.
"My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things," he thinks deliriously as Tony milks him for all he's worth.
Tony follows him off the cliff not long after, clutching at Steve like a pillar. He doesn't know how long they stay like that, foreheads bowed together, burrowed inside of each other like they still have that right.
All too soon, the spell is broken. The air is hot and presses heavy against them and for the first time in years, Steve feels like he can't breathe.
"Don't," Steve says, voice like gravel, when Tony unwinds himself from him. "Don't do this."
Tony wipes a hand over his face. "I have to," he replies. The words sound heavy to Steve's ears. Bitter.
Later on, when Tony presses a tremulous kiss to Pepper's lips with what's left of their family surrounding them, Steve swears his own vows.
"I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name. My God, have mercy."
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Never Have I Ever
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Previous Nat x Reader
Word Count: 1289
Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, language
A/N: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles / Divider by @firefly-graphics
Tonight’s team night had devolved into fits of laughter over drinks. Even Bucky and Steve were feeling a bit tipsy as they sipped on some Asgardian brew Thor had given them. You looked around the room at all of your friends, Steve, Sam, Tony, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Clint, and Bucky, whom you were curled up with.
“Time for shenanigans!” Tony announces, holding up two bottles with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I propose a round of Never Have I Ever.”
“You’ll have alcohol poisoning before it’s over, Tony.” You say to a chorus of laughter.
“Haha. You can start us off, wiseass.” Tony says, taking a seat once more.
“Wait, how do you play this?” Steve asks.
“I’ll say something like ‘Never have I ever been frozen” and if you have, you take a drink.” You explain.
“What’s the point of the game?” Bucky asks, arms still around you.
“To learn each others’ dirty little secrets and get drunk doing it.” Sam smirks.
“Let’s go.” Tony gives you a pointed look.
“Never have I ever slept with a reporter.” You smirk at Tony. You watch as he, Natasha, Sam, and Steve all take a drink, “Really, Cap?” Steve turns bright red and you cackle, “Your turn, Steve.”
“Oh, uh, never have I ever worn a thong.” Steve glares at you while you smile sweetly and take a sip of your drink along with Nat, Wanda, Clint, and Sam. “Okay, Clint I get, but Sam?”
“What does that mean?” Clint says as the rest of you laugh.
“Well-” Sam begins.
“No, no! I don’t wanna know! Just go on with the game.” Bucky hollars.
“Fine. Never have I ever slept with a fellow Avenger.” Sam gives a cocky grin.
You roll your eyes and take a drink as Bucky, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision do the same. Slyly, you exchange a glance with Natasha who smirks and then says, “Never have I ever had sex with someone without them coming.” You, she and Wanda giggle as every one of the guys take a drink. “You go, Clint.”
Clint, who had witnessed an interesting exchange a moment ago, smiles wickedly as he opens his mouth, “Never have I ever had sex with a female Avenger.” You and Natasha suddenly look like deer in headlights. The guys scoff as they again take a drink but when you and Natasha both lift your glasses, Clint lets out a screech of “I knew it!”
Bucky looks over at you in shock. He didn’t know that you and Natasha had slept together. You had a short friends with benefits arrangement with the beautiful redhead that had ended a few months before you and he got together. You bite your lip as you look at him. His gaze swinging between you and Nat. “You and… Nat?”
“It was months before you and I. It was just a casual fling.” You’re embarrassed to be talking about this in front of everyone but you loved Bucky and didn’t want to lose him over a purely physical fling.
Bucky stares agape at you. “We gotta go,” Bucky says as he grabs your hand and exits quickly.
“Bucky!” You say in shock as he drags you to the elevator. Bucky is silent as you ride the elevator up and when you walk into Bucky’s room, ready with an apology on your lips, but you're shocked as he presses you into the wall and kisses you fiercely. His rock-hard erection presses against you as his mouth works over yours. You undo his pants and look down as you pull his impressive length out. Your mouth waters immediately and you slide to your knees. He looks at you with barely controlled lust as you stare up at him begging permission with your eyes, “Baby?”
“Fuck,” he shoves his cock in your waiting mouth, “so fucking hot. Got so hard thinking about Nat fucking you.” His hands are in your hair as he fucks your mouth with swift thrusts. “Fuck, Doll. Did she fuck you good? Make you moan and cum all over her face and fingers?”
You moan around his cock. You loved having him inside you in any way. You licked and sucked as your hands wandered over his balls and base of his cock.
“Jesus, Doll. This mouth of yours is so fucking good. Did you make Nat come with it? Did you work that hot little tongue over her cunt until she screamed? Fuck! I’m gonna come. Can I come down your throat, Doll?”
You moan and suck him deeper as you feel his release hit the back of your throat. He gives a long moan as he gently withdraws from your mouth. Looking down at you, he strokes your cheek, “Such a good girl. Strip, lay on the bed, and hold your knees for me.”
You comply immediately and the minute you grab your knees, Bucky’s hands push your thighs even further apart and his tongue teases over your slit causing you to whimper. He licks over you until he reaches your entrance and then he shoves his tongue as deep inside you as he can. You arch and moan as he fucks you with his tongue, twisting and curling it inside you until you’re writhing. He drags his tongue up to your clit and two fingers push into you.
“Oh, fuck, Bucky!” you cry out.
“That’s right, doll. Tell me how good it feels.”
“Oh, God. It’s so good,” you whine as you writhe under his attentions. His tongue flicks over your clit as his fingers fuck in and out of you. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”
Bucky swirls his tongue around your clit more quickly as you buck against him. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves and you clutch handfuls of Bucky’s hair as you ride it out on his tongue. Before you can react, Bucky has crawled up your body and sheathed himself inside you to the hilt. You arch and your breath hitches feeling the stretch of him.
“Nat ever do this to you?” Bucky asks on a thrust.
“She has strap-ons in varying sizes and lengths.” You smirk at him but throw your head back and cry out as he thrusts hard against you again. You smile at him before saying, “But she never pounded me like you do. No one’s ever fucked me the way you do-oh!” You cry out again on another rough thrust. “It’s never been this good with anyone. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I crave you.” You look into his eyes and you both still.
“I love you.” Bucky says the words for the first time.
“I love you, too.” You grin at him as he captures your mouth and begins thrusting into you with swift thrusts. “Yes. It’s so good, Bucky.”
Bucky’s hips slam into yours over and over again, perfectly hitting that spot deep inside. The coil in you tightens and you lift yourself into his thrusts.
“Fuck, Doll, I’m close.” Bucky groans in your ear.
“Oh, God. I love you.” You let out a sinful moan as you are thrown over the edge again. Bucky’s hips stutter as he cums on a long groan.
You lay together sharing kisses and touches as you calm down.
“I meant it. I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I’ve never loved someone like I love you.” You say to him.
“I feel the same way, Doll.” Bucky says. “I was a little jealous when I found out about you and Nat.”
“And a little turned on, huh?” You tease.
“You noticed?” Bucky chuckles.
“We could always invite her to join us. Then we could both fuck the Black Widow.” You smirk.
“Doll!”
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pagan poetry*
A/N: Hey-o! After nearly 3 months of being a complete disaster, I ... did a thing. Very much my usual brand of filth. Thanks for sticking around as I continue to navigate this impending sense of oblivion!! 1.6k words of bangin’ Bucky Barnes. Yeeeeeeahhh.
Title is from this song, by Bjork. 🖤
Warnings: Smutty smut and heathen shit, what else is new with Helios?
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Steve asked if you were religious once.
It was an off the cuff kind of question, prompted by something you can’t remember now—silly banter over drinks and a background party, perhaps. Both grown weary of entertaining a crowd of strangers, etiquette spent nearing the night’s end. You’d shrugged lazily and prefaced that it’s hard to shake an entire childhood of indoctrination but now, by resolute choice, you aren’t.
You lied. You’ve never been more devout.
It was easier than getting into all the semantics, anyway. Where would you start explaining that you now spend more time than ever at worship? Not in the middle of Tony’s so-called “small” get-together of “only” seventy-five people. Certainly not a place to admit to Steve that your knees supplicate more earnestly than the most pious of priests, your throat constantly pouring the sweetest profession of faith—the name of the most divine.
Even if the two of you were somewhere more private, and he was at least half as drunk as you were, it’s a bit blasphemous, Steve, that you fuck Bucky six ways to Sunday and call it religion.
It’s a hard desire to curb when he looks like that. Bucky’s built like a god— his arm the kind of weapon you’d happily split your tongue polishing. Strong, powerful legs. Broad shoulders like lovingly carved marble, worked between the hands of a Renaissance master, tapered sharply down to his wasp’s waist.
His hips. Lord, you could dedicate eternity naming every last inch of his hips.
Such a pretty boy. How he makes you hungry to sin.
“Bucky,” you whisper, enthralled again when he steps out from a quick shower. Smoldering and glorious, and you’re Joan of Arc constantly being descended upon by a burning archangel. Some random night, like any other night, and you’re overtaken again. Hazy with orange glow, the billowing mist makes a halo to crown him and for a second you feel blind.
Then, you feel… hm.
Wet.
He cautions the way you chew on your lip, eyes twinkling brightly because what else is new. You? Turned on? Bucky could be brushing his teeth and you’d start climbing him like your personal jungle gym.
“Sweetheart,” he begins warily, adjusting the towel on his hips—those beautiful, beautiful hips. “One more dinner with us swinging in late and they’re gonna stop inviting us.”
You nod along dumbly, deaf now and set on a singular mission. Crawling on your knees, you reach Bucky halfway as he tries to put an end to your pilgrimage. Tries because your palms are fast over the damp fabric, fingers threading through warm fibers before landing flat against his abs, feeling up to his chest, murmuring stupidly, always so shocked at his everything. You graze up his wrists, his forearms, making paths of taut muscle.
“How bout after dinner?” His thumbs gently brush the swell of your breasts before he holds you back, straightening your spine when you arch into him. “Promise I’ll give it to you good later.”
“Give it to me now?”
He laughs. “You really gotta work on your negotiation skills…”
“Huh… Lemme try again: give it to me… right now?”
Bucky groans in equal measures of exasperation and exhilaration when you fall back on your knees. A few more half-hearted baby, quit it, ‘m serious, and then he gives up completely.
“Steve’s gonna get himself in a mood.”
“Steve’s always in a mood.”
Wilted protests quickly disappear into the hollow of your cheeks, licked away by your clever tongue. He grips the back of your neck firmly, tilting your head the way he likes best, eyes flicking down to meet yours before they close. He keeps you there a little longer, his toes curling into the carpet with each bob of your head.
“Yeah, you’re—always in a mood, too—uhhm—“
And you hum in agreeance, but the sound only vibrates into his skin, making him groan louder.
Bucky’s voice is slurred, as if half drunk. “Can’t hear— mm— you, sweetheart…”
So you make something up to give him what he wants, that buzzing of your throat on his cock, and his thighs tighten in response, the hand on the back of your neck reflexively scrabbling to your shoulder with a hard grip.
It’s a bit counterproductive of you to be so sloppy, considering that Bucky’s freshly showered and cleaned up— the scent of his brisk body wash strong and harsh in your nose— but fucking him like it’s your job allows some insight to what he likes, and it’s easily this:
Dirty, filthy, drooling wet blowjobs. The messier the better and the faster it gets him there. Your radiant Right Hand of God, but goddamn is he a little devil himself.
Bucky’s growling by the time he hauls you toward the bed, depositing your thrilled skin on the mattress firmly. Red lips meet yours with force, plush and full, nipping at the corners of your wet mouth like he’s kissing back every trace of him. He presses on across your jaw, up and down your neck. His voice is husky sweet and breathy in your ear.
“You bad, bad girl.” And you start curling yourself into him, nodding for more. One of his hands is working himself, the sound of your spit slippery in his fist. “You got me all messy again.”
Your skin feels blistering and freezing at the same time, chills racing to your fingertips tightly hooked around his biceps. The outfit you put on for a nice, quaint dinner at Steve and Sharon’s too heavy now, too constricting, but he doesn’t let you take it off.
“Every morning and night not enough dick for you, is it?” Bucky brushes your hands away, taking hold of your chin and peeling your head back until you’re looking at him. His pupils are blown wide, the only thing left of his irises are two thin rings of barely there blue as he scans your face. Your brain is short-circuiting, hanging onto every syllable, every purse of his cherry lips.
He switches on and off like a light. Beautiful, soft, thoughtful one minute, all force and darkness the next. You faithfully take it all, every facet of him. Your angel boy. Your wicked soldier.
Joan of Arc was only hallucinating, but she wasn’t half as lucky as you to have conjured something half as astonishing as Bucky. Gorgeous strong jaw, bristles along his chin and cheek scrubbing noisily against your lips as he kisses you. His mouth— open and wet, sloppy against yours— hardly landing right and you’re toeing delirium by the time his fingers slide up your shirt.
Bucky pushes you down into the sheets, rucking up your skirt until it bunches around your waist. “We’re in a rush, remember?” He tucks two fingers into the elastic of your panties and yanks them to one side. Just enough. In a rush. Your thighs meet with a determined shimmy of his hips— those incredible hips— and then you’re full, so full of him.
The blood in your ears crashes against reality and bends it all sideways. Not religious like that, but since the first time you’d touched him, you’ve been cocksure if heaven were real, it’d be this. It’d be him.
“Everyone’s gonna know,” Bucky promises, “You stumbling in there.”
The image flashes through your addled brain, the tell-tale sign of him screwing you stupid— lips swollen, legs wobbly, outfit crumpled up, smelling like him and sex in front of all your friends.
“You want it, don’t you, want them to know you’re all mine?” He smears your wet around the sides of where he’s connected— spit, slick— up to your clit. And then he pushes you like a button, flicking the pad of his thumb upwards and grins at the way you jerk in time to it like a trained toy.
“Bucky,” you mewl, “Buck.” The syllable breaks, your panting comes out in choked babbling.
He takes the back of your neck again, lowering his body over yours, faster now. Deliberately reckless and the entire bed is rocking, springs squealing under his pace.
“Oh my god,” you smash your brow into the junction of his shoulder, hanging on by a thread as he drives into you, on a mission to break either the bed frame or your brain, both were fine. In a rush. Can’t quit now. A little bit more. Your entire body is folded against him, insides fluttering desperately, maddeningly.
“Come,” he commands, “Come for me right now and I’ll fuck you through it, how you like. Then I’ll make you come again and we can go.”
His grip is tourniquet tight, thumb moving to the middle of your throat, pressing ever so slightly until your breath feels trapped under the swirl of his fingerprint. The curtain of his hair hangs over your face, blocking out the room going blindingly white. Your eyes shut tightly, opening only for a second to catch him panting over you, burning hot, his features flickering from utter control to trembling pleasure to something akin to frenzy.
Your vision shuffles like a deck of cards. His hands are everywhere. Eyes devouring every inch of your skin. There’s a million of him taking a million of you to a million more pieces. You shatter then, clawing his back and arms, singing like a fucking choir the infinity of his name.
Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. He makes your days holy. The altar of his body. The sacrament of his sweat. He breaks you apart into something luminous.
Religion. Not religion. Your heathen soul—whatever tiny fracture you may have—all his, forever. Now, tomorrow, at the end of the world.
So, when the two of you stumble into a nearly finished dinner, as predicted, over an hour late and in terrible disarray, Steve crosses himself before promising, “I’m getting you two a goddamn chastity belt.”
On the couch, Sam clicks the remote to a new channel, snapping his fingers with an offhanded, “A-fucking-men.”
All you can do is duck your head and grin.
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STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 1st square
Felching
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Peter’s head was buried in Tony’s mattress, making choked sounds as his older boyfriend was pounding hard into him. His hands were strongly clenching around the sheets and due to his superstrenght, he was close to tearing them apart. But neither of Tony or Peter cared about it. It happened before. Tony’ll buy new ones anyway.
“P-Please.”, Peter tries to say, not even asking for anything. Just begging. But he’s so close. He has been so close since almost ten minutes now. But Tony didn’t say he could come yet. This is so good, Tony’s big cock is deep inside him and thrusting hard, hitting his prostate every time, making his whole body tremble with pleasure. Peter’s cock is stuck between him and the mattress but that’s his way of getting off at the moment. With each thrust Tony does, he fucks the bed at the same time. The boy hears Tony’s low moans above him and that brings him even closer to the edge.
“What was that ? I can’t hear you baby.”, Tony answers, clearly teasing since it’s him that keeps Peter’s head pinned down on the mattress with one of his hand, fingers tangled in the boy’s curly hair. Tony tugs once and is very pleased to hear the desperate whimper coming out of Peter’s lips. “Please, ple-ase, T-Tony please, let me… let- ah!”, is all what Peter is capable of letting out. His tight ass heavenly clenching around Tony’s cock, making the man moans and pull at his hair again.
“Who told you you could call me Tony right now, sweet thing ?”, Tony growls, feeling like he’s gonna burst soon too. They’ve been doing this for so long and the beautiful sight of Peter under him, being a desperate mess is not helping. At all. “‘m s-sorry, mr. Sta-aark, it just… feels so g-good, I need to cum, please, plea…”, Peter cries again, his broken voice getting higher. The boy is drooling all over Tony’s expensive sheets. This is not the only mess he’s making at the moment. His hard cock, still trapped between him and the bed is leaking all over the sheets too.
“Oh but you did already didn’t you ?”, the man murmurs, close to Peter’s ear. It makes the boy’s whole body shivers. Peter nods, unable to say more. “How many times, Peter ? Tell me.”, he asks, enjoying the situation way too much. Peter whines in response.
“Peter, I asked you how. many. times ?”, and this time, Tony’s voice is way too dry, dominant, for Peter to ignore the ask once again. “Tuh- two times, mr. Stark.”, he cries, too high on pleasure to even be ashamed of that fact. He just wants it to be three by now. He needs it to be three.
“Mmh that’s right, and how many times did I ?”, Tony asks, thrusting even harder in that tight ass. And that’s complete torture, Peter can feel the pool of warmth getting stronger in his stomach, he can feels his cock throbbing and leaking against the bed. His whole body trembling, he’s not sure he can do it. Peter is so close.
“No-ne yet.”, he answers, feeling like his vision is getting blurry and dark. “Exactly, Peter. So you- fuck, you’re just gonna patently wait for me to milk that pretty ass of yours… got it?”. Tears are now rolling down Peter’s cheeks, adding even more wetness to the sheets. “I can’t, mr- mr stark, im guh- gonna- I can’t I-”, he starts but gets cuts by a sudden moan because Tony’s pulls at his hair. “I know you can baby. Hold it just a little… just a little longer. Im close, im- christ, you’re so perfect for me sweetheart.”, Tony moans and it’s everywhere around him. Tony’s voice, Tony’s smell, the pleasure. Peter can’t do it. Tony’s pounding becomes harder and harder with every thrust, meaning he really is getting close. But also meaning that it hits Peter’s prostate even harder.
“Daddy..”, he moans again. The boy’s now ripping appart Tony’s bedsheets by clasping his hand too hard on it. His ass clenching around Tony’s warm cock on purpose because he knows he’s gonna come in the few seconds following, regardless of the fact Tony already came or not. “F-Fuck, smart boy.”, Tony growls above him and Peter’s whole body jerks at the praise, causing his cock to move against the bed and that’s the last thing he can feel before coming hard with a loud cry, the intense feelings making him tremble all over. He’s not even aware of the broken cried Mr Stark coming out of his mouth. Just aware of his own pleasure and Tony’s warm come finally fulfilling him.
Peter can’t hear his own moans but he can hear Tony’s and god-. The boy’s vision almost becomes entirely black as the pleasure fades. His whole body is completely relaxed on the mattress, half conscious of the strong body on him. Peter feels his head becoming dizzy, trying to breathe normally again.
“Christ… You’ve been so good, sweetheart.”, Tony whispers, kissing his neck. Peter’s body manage to shivers at that. He’s not even sure he can answers anything. But then, Tony pulls out and chuckles at the pathetic whine Peter’s lets out because of the empty feeling.
“I… Im- tired.”, Peter mumbles, slowly closing his eyes. Three orgamses. Tony made him come three times. “I know baby, but we have to shower first.”, Tony laughs, gently rubbing Peter’s naked back. “Can the shower wait ? Im.. I want to cuddle… please ?”. The fond smile Tony gives him almost makes him hope he’s gonna get away with it. “As much as I want to cuddle, those are gonna have to wait. Get up, Peter.”, Tony gently orders, getting off the bed. The boy pouts for a few seconds before giving up and getting up, his body still trembling from all the pleasure he felt.
“I think Im gonna have to buy new sheets. Again.”. And at that remarks, Peter’s eyes take a look at Tony’s bed and blushes a bright red when he sees the mess he made. He drooled, cried and came on it. And he tore it apart. “Im- shit, Im sorry Tony.”, he apologizes, feelings his cheeks burning with shame now that the pleasure is gone. “Baby, if I didn’t want you to make a mess, you wouldn’t have trust me. That’s hot.”, Tony teases, making Peter’s cheeks burn even more. And suddenly, he winces, feelings Tony’s still warm come leaking out of his ass and rolling down on his legs.
He knows Tony’s watching it. He feels Tony’s intense gaze on his legs. And suddenly, Tony puts his hand on Peter’s right hip. The boy startles and sees Tony getting on his knees behind him. “What are you doing ?”, Peter asks, turning his body to the man. But Tony stops him with both of his hands on his hips now.
“Stay still will you ? You’re a sin, Peter I hope you know that. It’s a good thing I was always a sinner.”, Tony growls, voice low. Peter’s heartbeat quickens at that. “Weren’t we suppose to shower ? What do you m- ah!”, he gets cut by Tony’s warm and wet tongue on his smooth leg. And Peter’s whole body jerks, his breath stopping and his heart ready to burst again when he realizes what Tony’s doing.
He’s licking his own cum on Peter’s leg.
Peter can’t help the small whines coming out of his lips at the feeling of Tony tongues on his thighs. “T…Tony, what are you doing ?”, the boy asks, like it wasn’t obvious. His left leg jerks as Tony slowly is going up, coming close to his ass. A pool of warm is already coming back in Peter’s belly. Tony doesn’t answers directly, instead, just when Peter thought Tony was gonna start to lick his sweet hole, he goes down again and lick it all, making sure not any drop of cum is left on Peter’s left leg.
Then he stops for a second and Peter knows Tony is starring at him again. “What does it look like ?”, the man finally answers and when Peter turns his head back to look at Tony, on his knees behind him, the tease just lets his tongue get a bit of cum he had still in the corner of his mouth. Peter bites back a moan seeing this, his cheeks and whole body heating up. Oh my god, what is happening ?
“But you- that’s… that’s your…”, Peter lets out, trying to sound like he didn’t just discovered a new kink he didn’t know he had. “Sweetheart, you’ve been whoring at me for the past hour and now you can’t say the word cum ?”, Tony mocks, gently slapping Peter’s right cheeks. The youngest one whimpers and Tony laughs, perfectly knowing every kink the boy is trying to hide from him.
“I can say that word. It’s just that you’re- it’s gross, Tony!”, he lies. More or so. It’s gross. But, oh god, it’s so hot. Tony hums and snorts. “What ?”, Peter says, trying to sound offended. “You know I don’t like hearing you telling lies, Peter. You came three times. And yet you’re hard again, Baby Boy. I made a mess there. I need to clean up now, don’t you think ?”, the man smiles, hearing Peter’s little shame squeaking sounds.
And then, Tony’s tongue is on Peter’s right leg. Licking it. Licking his cum leaking out of Peter’s ass. The slowness he seems to enjoy taking is killing Peter. The boy tries his best to not shamelessly moans out loud. Feeling Tony’s tongue on his leg, clearly oversensitive, fucking spidey senses, feels fucking good. But it’s the fact Tony came in his ass and is now eating it directly from his ass that’s turning him on so much.
Suddenly, Tony is tapping at his leg. “Spread those legs a bit, Pete.”, Tony orders and Peter obeys. And it’s only when he moves his legs that he realizes they’re trembling hard. Tony’s both hands are still on his hips, and Peter is glad they’re here because it anchors him. The next second, Tony is licking his inner thighs. This time, Peter doesn’t control the moan. “T-Tony…,” he pathetically begs, his voice getting high again and his whole body reacting. “Stay still, Peter.”.
Peter wants to obey, he really does, but it’s impossible not to spasme when Tony’s tongue is just between his balls and his ass, eating his own cum.
Then Tony stops again and to Peter’s biggest shame, he makes a small cry sounds at that. “What is it, Peter ?”, Tony clearly mocks. Peter stays silent for a few seconds before talking again. “Keep going. Please ?”, he practically begs again.
“Everything you need.”, the man says before putting both of his hands on Peter’s ass, spreading his cheeks. The sweet choked sound Peter makes when he understands what is gonna happen is music to Tony’s ears. But the second Tony’s warm tongue touches Peter’s hole, he gasps and moans loudly.
“Pl…please.”. Tony’s lapping at his hole, and Peter doesn’t even know how his legs are still supporting him. His whole body is burning and the sensation of Tony’s tongue there, it’s almost too much again. The fact that Tony’s letting quiet low moans out, like he was eating a fucking delicious meal, doesn’t help at all. But then, Tony goes from gently lapping his wet entry to literally sucking into it.
“F-Fuck, Tony, ah.. please, Im…”, Peter desperately tries to from a sentence but stops when he realizes he can’t, just leaving the whimpers coming out on their own. It doesn’t even last two minutes but Peter feels like Tony’s been having his mouth almost inside his ass for hours. Tears are already forming at the corner of his eyes and at some point, Tony has to take his hands off Peter’s asscheeks to maintain his hips again, preventing Peter to let himself fall on the ground.
When Tony finally steps back, still supporting Peter’s shaky legs, the boy is a complete mess again. His throbbing cock is leaking on his stomach again. He babbles non-senses things and Tony chuckles. “God, I love when you get horny stupid.”, he confesses and Peter pouts at that.
“Why… How is this even a thing ?”, Peter asks, when he got a bit of his mind back, finally turning back to Tony. “It’s a thing because I said it was.”. And this is so Tony. That whole thing was so Tony. Eating his own cum. And for stupid reasons, Peter’s will to tease comes back.
“Did… Did it taste good, mr. Stark ?”, his voice is high, but quiet, betraying his shyness despite everything. “Jesus fucking Christ, kid, you’re gonna kill me. Just come here.”, Tony swears before pulling Peter close to him and capturing his lips into a passionate kiss. A passionate kiss where Tony makes sure their tongues dance with each other, permitting Peter to taste Tony as well. Peter’s cock throbs against Tony as he moans loudly into his mouth. Tony smirks against the boy’s lips, being proud of how much this little play affected Peter. When they separate, Peter whines, wanting more. God why did Tony had to lick it all ?
“Now why don’t we take care of that in the shower, huh ?, the man says, starring at his younger boyfriend’s aching hard on. Peter’s breath hitches, only capable of nodding.
Four times.
Tony kisses his head and takes his hand to guide him to the bathroom, knowing how brainless Peter can be when he’s horny.
Ayyy that was my first square for @starkerfestivals summer bingo and also my first time writing Tony fucking Peter 🥴🥴
I hope you guys are gonna enjoy! 💖
#starker#ironspider#leah writes sometimes#starkerfestivalsevents#starkerfestivals#starkerfestival summer bingo#sfsummerbingo21
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Arii, i missed ya! 💓💓
for SS what about age gap+ reader teasing tony+ crotchless panties and high knee socks? please 🥵🥺🙈
There wasn't much good when Tony was away. Usually, that's when the paps swooped down and found pictures of Tony with oyher women or you with an Avenger. At first, it sucked. You and Tony had to constantly support each other through insecurities, doubts, and rumors. And you hated it.
Ever the optimist, you found a way to make it better. Because whenever Tony left for more than two weeks, you prepared surprises for each other. Exotic foods, rare jewelry, authentic art. Maybe a home-cooked meal, a welcome home get together, a picnic on the top of Stark Tower.
But after a new line of lingerie got released and the lingering memory of Tony pulling up your knee-high socks as he fucked you, you were preparing for a different kind of surprise.
"Misses, Mr. Stark is calling."
You looked at the time. You had maybe 10 minutes. "Put him through, please, Jay." Quickly, you pulled a pink, see-through robe over your mostly, bare body.
"Of course, ma'am."
"Hi, sweetheart. 'M almost home, uh, are you holding up?"
You hummed as you took an elevator down to the garage. "Mostly well. Been missing you mostly. How's the trip?"
"Aw, you missed me."
You were too busy looking for the perfect place to be found in the garage to roll your eyes. You spotted one of the taller cars near the back. Perfect to hide behind. "Oh please, I'm sure plenty of girls my age missed seeing your instagram posts." Jarvis brought up his profile for you. You leaned against a car and scrolled through. The latest post was dated three weeks before, a picture of your boyfriend in a striped tux. It wasn't formal though. No, the shirt was unbuttoned, and his chest exposed. The pants must've been loose, too, because it hung off his hips and revealed so much skin. You licked your lips. "Mr. Sexiest Man Alive."
He laughed. "It sounds like you miss a certain part of me, sweetheart."
"Maybe?" You dismissed the holograms and closed your eyes. "Are you saying I wasn't missed, Tony?" Lightly, slowly, you dragged your fingers up your thighs.
"Mm, not saying that." You could almost see him lick his lips. "Not at all. Completely unrelated, what're you wearing right now?"
You laughed and traced patterns over your robe, ticking your skin. "And ruin your surprise?"
"My surprise? Oh." You could the giddiness in his voice. "My surprise, huh? What color? Position?"
"You'll have to get here to find out." You called, "Jay, hang up for me, please." You flicked your nipples, letting out a gasp for Tony to drink in.
"Jarvis, don't you-"
You took a deep breath. "Thanks, Jay."
"Anytime, ma'am. I should inform you, Mr. Stark's ETA has changed."
"Eight minutes?"
"No. Two minutes."
You laughed. "Thanks for telling me." When the AI's presence disappeared, you gave into your touch. You didn't want to get too worked up. The present was the new panties after all. Can't ruin them before Tony. Instead, you just trailed your fingers up and down every inch of your own skin, pinching and flicking any sensitive skin. You felt relaxed, warm, pliable.
Light streamed in. Tires screeched. Iron Man thrusters whirred, and then footsteps nearing you.
Just knowing Tony was approaching forced a gasp out of you.
The heavy footfalls became purposeful and, from your peripheral vision, you saw him. Sweatpants and t-shirt, sunglasses, and retreating nanotech into his watch. He removed his glasses and raised his eyebrows.
You smiled at him, your hands still groping your own skin. "Hi."
"Hello yourself." He licked his lips.
Tony took your hands off your body, pulled you unto his arms and then pinned you to the wall. His gaze went from your exposed tits to the panties to your tummy to your thighs. "Best fucking present ever."
You knew what the he wanted. He knew what you wanted. Sometimes, things like this were just that easy.
With award-winning coordination, he pushed your robe off. You tugged his shirt off and pushed his sweatpants down. Tony shimmied out of his sweatpants and underwear and hooks your leg over his hip. By the time your fingers were tangled in his hair, he was grinding his semi into your bare center.
You kissed him, and god, having the entire length of him against the entire length of you was addicting. How did you live without this for two weeks?
"God, I missed you."
You laughed. "No need to call me, God, sweetheart." You spoke against his lips. "The love of your life will do, though."
He scoffed. Tony pressed himself against you, flattening you against the cold wall and effectively making you squirm. "Well then, love of my life" -he mouthed kisses on your neck- "you gonna show me how much you missed me?" He pulled the hem of your sock and snapped it against your thigh.
You tried to rock your hips against his, but Tony was a superhero for a reason. You could never break his grip. No matter how good it would feel if you did. You whined. "Please, Tony?"
"Did you miss me?"
You pouted. "Yes."
He smiled and kissed you again, letting his lips linger. "Good girl."
For a second, he wasn't pressed up against you, and then the next, he was thrusting into you. The sudden change from being empty to being full and having Tony's lips attached to your neck. You managed to squeal as you processed what was happening.
"Look at you," Tony muttered against your skin. His hand gripped your thigh, while his eyes wandered to the place where his cock met your cunt. "Fucking hell, my girl's such a good fuck, huh?"
You nodded, the moans you let out the only verbal agreement.
"And getting all ready for me?"
"Planned it all." You gulped and tried to form words, but you could only say, "For you."
Tony's smile turned downright sinful. "All mine."
You nodded. "Mhm."
The slaps of his skin on yours and the slipperiness between your thigh only added to all the pleasure Tony was giving you, over and over and over-
"Give it to me, sweetheart." His whispers in your ear sounded like a devil on your shoulder. "Cum on my cock. I wanna see my girl fall apart." Tony kissed your cheek and neck. "Cum for me, darling."
You moaned, wrapping yourself tighter and tighter around him. Tony didn't stop. In fact, as you came down, you picked up on everything. The ridges of his cock going in and out of you. His fingers gripping your thigh, the sock's cotton digging into your skin. His grunts and moans against your ear.
You hung onto him. "Missed you so much, love. Felt so empty without you here. Please, i need your cum, Tony. I want to feel it inside me. Please. For me?"
With that, a high-pitched groan escaped him as his hips stuttered and his arms pulled you closer to him. And his dazed expression as he reached his high. Maybe he had cameras in here. You wouldn't mind saving a picture of that for yourself.
With a dopey grin, you brushed the messy hair out of his face and watched as Tony slowly came back to you. "Hi," you said.
Tony laughed. "Hello yourself." He nudged his nose against yours. "So, can you get another pair of these." He looked down at your ensemble. "You look amazing."
You giggled. "Of course."
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Their Doll 9
You Love Him
B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader
series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing
Chapter Summary: bucky is consolingly, y/n feels shit
Warnings: implied NON CON, smut (the whole chapter is basically smut, you’re welcome), feelings and shit, blood, death of unnamed character, swearing
A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)
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I flinched as the blood sprayed, splattering across my face sickeningly as the dagger plunged into his neck. The body fell limp, collapsing to the floor with a hollow thud, a sound that barred me from ever going to heaven.
Of course, I wasn't the one who was holding the knife. In fact, the whole scene could be seen as rather comical if a man hadn't lost his life. The melodic tune I'd hummed as he'd lifted the knife to his own neck, the fear in his features as the jagged point pressed to his skin. But it was the sight of the life leaving his eyes, the splattered blood that made the whole thing so...sinister.
I stopped humming the little tune, checking over my make-shift scene before swiftly exiting the building through a back window - making sure not to remove my gloves until I reached my bike.
That was the true beauty of my power, or at least in HYDRA's eyes it was. The fact that I could simply stand by, and make my victims - their victims - do all the dirty work for me, and when all is said and done to everyone around them it looks like they'd killed themselves.
Id made the man scrawl a quick little note first, as to try and convince his family and friends it was a suicide and someone didn't hold him at gun point or something.
I can't live like this anymore
That's all the note said. Not too short, but also not so long it instantly because unconvincing and obviously forced. I mean let's be honest, if you were to off yourself would you really drag it out or would you be so desperate to go already that you'd find the quickest way out? I know what I'd do. It's not like I'd thought about it since joining HYDRA...but let's just say the thought hasn't entirely avoided me.
...
It was almost like my ritual, every time someone died at my hands. I would arrive back at the compound - where two guards would search me (arguably much too thoroughly to the point that every time it happened I seemed to feel nauseous after) and I'd be sent straight off the the shower room.
From there, I'd let the cold water wash over me, usually spiking my skin into goose bumps before my eyes would become shellacked with tears and my mind would start to numb. That's when I'd slowly sink to the floor, head held in my hands as sobs wracked my frame.
If we're still being honest, I never actually new how long this lasted. It could be minutes, that only seemed to stretch for hours, or it could in truth be hours that were just as long as they felt.
There is one thing I know, though. It's always the soldier who brings me out of it. The warm touch of his flesh hand against my shoulder, the shivering cold brush of his metal one before he's pulling me to my feet and engulfing me in his beefy, yet welcoming, arms. Again, I have no idea how long this lasts, but I sure hope it lasts for hours.
When he'd pull away, my eyes would remain glued to his plump lips, my tongue trailing along my own as my eyes would burn with a hunger. If I'd looked up into his eyes too, I'd find a similar hunger blazing there.
He initiated the kiss, as he always did, lips desperate and hard against mine, almost bruising as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip to beg for entrance. And I always grants it to him, moaning at the feeling of his tongue curling over mine, his hands tangling in my hair, roaming my body, playing me like an instrument he'd been practicing for years.
The soldier pushed me against the wall, lips sucking and kissing along my neck - sure to leave a mark but neither of us cared. In fact, I'm sure he rather liked it, having me marked as his.
I let out a long moan as his fingers - the metal ones - found their way to my core, tracing over my slit and up to my clit to collect some of the wetness there before they were plunging into my heat.
"Fuck! Soldier!" I cried, heat thrown back against the old tiled wall as he worked his fingers at a punishing pace inside me, working me open so I could take him. He was curling his fingers just right, hitting that one spot inside of me that sent shivers down my spine and made white spots form over my vision when I came apart. The soldier smirked at me, detaching his lips from my neck and bringing his digits to his lips before sucking my juices off them right in front of me.
The sight was sinful, really, and all I could do was keep myself standing as my legs shook with arousal and the remnants of my previous orgasm.
"Delicious." Was all he said, before the soldier's lips were back on mine is a bruising kiss and him large hands were cupping my ass and pulling my legs up around his waist. I moaned against his mouth, tasting myself as his tongue swept its way into my own mouth before stroking over my tongue. There would surely be bruises decorating me whole body when this was done - not an unusual occurrence - from how hard the soldier was gripping me, but the pain only amounted to the pleasurable sparks setting my body alight at that very moment.
I reached down blindly, not wanting to break the searing kiss as I felt around for his aching cock. Of course, it wasn't very hard to find, and once I felt it I took ahold of it with a hand wrapped delicately around him. I pumped the soldier's length a few times, a long, low groan slipping into our kiss as I lined him up with my entrance. My head was once again thrown back when his tip nudged my clit, sending my eyes rolling back in my skull and forcing a scream from me when he plunged in in one thrust.
"S'tight." He grunted against my neck, pulling his hips back slowly before snapping them forwards with enough force to make me thick there could be cracks in the stone wall behind us. It was torturous, his pace, so slow yet so hard I felt as if the air was being punched from my lungs with every thrust.
"F-faster." I moaned, hands holding onto his muscly shoulders for dear life as he begun to fail into me. My cunt was stretched to its limit around the soldier's girth, yet the sinful burn just felt like more pleasure as the pace of his thrusts distracted me. My eyes were constantly rolled back into my skull, legs jelly around his waist and if it weren't for his hands holding me up my my ass I would be sprawled on the floor in that moment.
My brain turned to mush, and I could even remember my own name, let alone enough words to tell the soldier how good he was making me feel. So instead I opted for a long, drawn-out moan as his tip kissed my cervix with ever pump inside of me. The soldier looked down to see where our bodies were connected, his eyes glittering with lust at the slight of my wetness dripping from his cock and liger coating both our thighs and most probably the floor in my slick. What made him smirk even wider, though, was the bulge in my stomach every time he thrusted, his cock so deep in my you could see it.
The soldier pressed down on that point, a new wave of arousal flooding through me at the thought of taking something so big.
I could feel myself clenching down on him like a vice, my second realise so close I could almost feel it. From the way his hips faltered and his thrusts stuttered to the guttural, wanton string of moans that escaped his lips like a symphony, I could sense he was close too. I reached down, rubbing furious circles over my swollen clit, trying to push myself over the edge at the same time as the soldier.
I don't know who's orgasm triggered whose, but from the way they ripped through us, it was apparent that one caused the other.
...
I sat mindlessly in my cell, the only thing I was able to do was stare back into the blue eyes already trained on my own body. I didn't want to admit it. I couldn't admit it.
I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts creeping through my mind, clawing at me and begging me to accept them. But the idea made me feel slightly sick, I think. Well, it could be more that it should make me feel sick, but try as I might, it wouldn't.
I couldn't stop that little voice, the one literally screaming the words at me every time my eyes slid over him, every time the soldier was in my sight: you love him.
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Petals (pt.1)
*I have returned and I bring with me a Bucky x Reader mini series. This takes place during #TFATWS. Also, this is a bit lighter (yet darker) than my regular stuff. Not fluff but sweet because god knows Bucky deserves to be happy every now and then. Also, this does have references to the X-Men comics and WandaVision*
-The Lady Scarlettt
Synopsis: Madripoor had everything you needed to forget your past, and everything you needed to lose your future.
Part Warnings: suggestive scenes, language, mentions of mutilation
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Sunlight caught the blinds in a dance of shadows. Her eyes twitched with the familiar warmth of the morning star across her face. She slowly opened her eyes taking in the sight of their small room. It was bland and empty, just like their luck in finding Karli. (For a girl to be everywhere, she was also nowhere.)
A grunt came from across the room, she sat up in the stiff bed to find Bucky lying on the floor with a blanket barely clinging to his sweaty body. She let out a soft sigh and rubbed her eyes. While he was capable of so much, she found it heartbreaking he had so little, it broke her to see him robbed of even the simplest of things such as rest and a bed. She pulled on his black tee shirt from the night before and snuck over to sit beside him. She watched as his eyes darted side to side behind his dark eye lids. If he didn’t sleep well before, he surely didn’t now with the constant traveling, search for Karli, run in with America’s Next Top Asshole and the literal cause of his night terrors in the next room.
“Did you know it’s considered an invasion of privacy to watch someone while they’re asleep.” Bucky grumbled, his eyes still closed.
“Good thing you weren’t asleep then.” she stated.
A slight smirk tugged on his lips, “Did you sleep well?”
“I would have slept better if my pillow didn’t wonder off in the middle of the night.” she teased.
He opened one eye to look up at her, “Sorry.”
She only smiled sweetly, her hand finding its way to his stubbled cheek. “You really need a razor.”
He grabbed her wrist pulling her down to him, and began to nuzzle her neck with his chin.
She gagged at the sensation, “Ugh- for an old man you really behave like a child- hey!” In one swift motion he was on top of her tickling her neck.
“Stop. Stop it.” She hissed as she playfully swat at him to get off her. He chuckled and leaned back still, straddling her waist.
“You have so much energy in the mornings for literally no reason,” she groaned, rubbing her lightly burned skin.
He leaned down to her, a smirk on his lips, “I can come up with a few, if you’d like.”
She rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks began to flush, “Knock it off.”
He made a tch sound with his teeth, and sat back up.
She smiled and sat up on her knees, her hands clasping behind his neck, a finger twirling the slightly grown out hair. He leaned into her, looking up at her from where he sat, a sad expression came across his face.
“What is it?” she asked, rubbing her nails lazily through his thick hair.
“I just,” he sighed trying to find his words, “I want to stay with you, but I just can’t make myself. I’m afraid of what I might do, if I stay too long.”
She tilted her head, searching his eyes, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t want to have an episode at night and lash out. Sometimes they feel so real and I get can’t control myself and the last thing I want to do is hurt you and-”
“Hey, Hey, Hey” she interrupted, “Look at me.” She lifted his face up to hers, “Look at me, you could never do anything to hurt me. I know you don’t trust yourself sometimes, but I trust you and I know you. I’m not afraid of the ‘what if’s.” Please, hear me when I say, I want you to let me in, I want to be apart of this, all of it. I want to help you Bucky, but I can only go as far as you’ll let me. And if it takes time, ok but it’s going to take more than a nightmare to make me go anywhere. Ok?”
He stared at her for a long time, a blank expression on his face. She couldn’t tell if she had overstimulated him with her cheesiness or he simply was dead.
“Bucky? If I’m overstepping, I understand-”
He abruptly wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her small figure to his. She melted into his touch, just as she had the first time he held her. They stayed like that for awhile until she heard him whisper.
“I love you.”
She smiled against his cool skin, “I love you too.”
He brought her face up to meet his and kissed her softly. His lips were always so soft and warm, something you wouldn’t expect. His thumb made tiny circles along her jaw, as she kissed him back. His hand slowly snaked their way down to her thigh where he pulled her onto his lap. She subconsciously, wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back pulling him upward slightly. He held her thigh with one hand and reclined back with the metal one, smiling into her touch. She pushed forward as he pushed back, every kiss becoming more passionate than the last. She pulled at his hair, causing a longing moan to escape from his lips, exposing his neck. She began to place light kisses along side his neck, his breathing became deep as he massaged her thigh in return.
He flipped over, now pressing her back against the ground, topping her. He kissed her back deeply, his tongue becoming well acquainted with her mouth. One hand began to find its way in between her thighs.
Her eyes snapped open, “James.” She grabbed his hand, “It is 4 in the morning.” She hissed.
“HELL YEAH IT’S 4 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING!” Sam blurted out from the next room.
Bucky buckled forward burrowing his head in her neck holding back his horror.
“Shit,” Her face became the next 50 shades of red, as she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent a wave of uncomfortable laughter.
“HERE I THOUGHT AT 11pm I WOULD GET MY BEAUTY SLEEP BUT NOOOO. IF I HEAR THAT DAMN SHIT AGAIN I WILL COME IN THERE AND BEAT BOTH OF YALL’S NASTY ASSES.”
There was a moment of silence as the two looked between each other with mischievous smiles. He rolled his eyes and licked his lips knowingly. She let out a staged moan loud enough to be heard from outside.
“Fuck. Y/N.” Bucky grunted, his face tinted trying to remain collected. She covered her face with her hands moaning back at him.
Seeing her smile only made Bucky ham it up more as he began slapping his hand on the floor to create more of a scene to which she erupted in a fit of choked laughter. Sam yelled something from the other room about Jesus Christ and Sin. Bucky stood up with that smug look on his face, as he did whenever he won at annoying Sam Wilson. He gave her his hand and hauled her off the ground with barely any effort.
She finally settled down from laughing and looked at him, “I think we should do that more often.”
“What? Piss off bird boy or have sex?” He asked.
She grinned, “Can it not be both?”
Bucky made a face as if he was scheduling the next when and where.
She gave him a light slap, “Now don’t get cocky about it. Also, you stink. Go take a shower.”
He looked at her offended then gave a sly look, “Or we could ta-“
“No” she snapped like a mother to her child, “Get.”
He held up his hands up in defense, “Alright, Alright, but I’m going to need my shirt back.”
She groaned and peeled off the shirt and tossed it at his face. He pulled the shirt down and gave her a once over, “I like that color” he said inspecting her black laced undergarments.
“Good Lord, Go.” she shoved him towards the bathroom. He chuckled at her and whipped the shirt over his shoulder, sending her a cocky grin as he left the room.
Once the door closed behind him, she let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. A wave of depression washed over her as she longed for the day they could just stay in bed and not battle some end of the world threat. She looked to the blanket on the floor where he slept the night before. He deserved so much more than this. They deserved so much more than this.
She couldn’t lie, after the blip the thought of going off grid looked truly appealing. With Nat, Tony, Vision, Bruce, Wanda, Thor, and Steve gone, the Avengers felt more like a club then an actual organization. While she had always been closer to Sam, Bucky and Steve the hole left behind by the others made it too hard to go on some days. What was the point? Every time something was fixed something worse happened. And they never were thanked properly, only ridiculed by what should have been done, because everyone always expected them to be heroes; yet they never saw they were also human. The only reason she stayed was for Sam and Bucky, they had become her family, especially after Steve’s passing, who was like a father figure to her.
She pushed away the memories that came rushing in. She could not allow herself to get emotional, their job here needed her full attention. She stood and changed into her suit and left the room.
Zemo was reclined on a sofa, drinking a cup of tea. When she entered he gave her a solemn nod. She cringed slightly, the anger at what he did to Bucky and T’Challa creeping back in.
“You’re up early.” She stated flatly.
“Hard to sleep with all the noise.” He shot her a look. “I can start you a kettle if you’d like.”
“Sorry, and no thanks, I got it.” She said. Grabbing a kettle and filling it with water.
Zemo stood, “Do you mind? I’ve read of your powers but never have I seen them.”
She shifted on her feet, “Well, sure but it won’t be a firework show or anything like that. It’s still a new thing to me and I can’t really do much.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?” Zemo asked, approaching her, finding a spot at the bar.
She looked at him as to say something but decided against it. She looked back to the kettle and placed her hands along the side. Zemo watched her every move; observing, analyzing.
She took a deep breath in and reached for a part in her to attract the sensation she feels around her. The kettle began to warm and in a minute it was boiling.
“Fascinating” Zemo whispered, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration.
She poured the steaming hot water into a cup and placed two teabags in it. “See, nothing special.”
Zemo looked at her as if she had said something absurd. “You have a gift.” He countered.
“Feels more like a curse.” She scoffed.
“When did this begin?” He asked.
“I don’t know, I feel like I’ve always had these... these abilities but it wasn’t until after the blip did I truly began to use them.”
“Fascinating.” Zemo repeated.
She pursed her lips, while she loathed everything about Zemo, she couldn’t lie having someone appreciate her abilities felt nice. She normally just felt like a freak, too afraid to show too much emotion, in fear she might lose control.
“Can I have you try something?” Zemo requested.
She scoffed, “Sorry, I don’t feel like playing lab rat today.”
Zemo made a face, “I understand your negative emotions towards me, but to say I have had failures in this field would be an incorrect accusation.”
She rolled her eyes, “Fine. What?”
He leapt off his seat, seemingly excited to play mad scientist again. He fetched a candle from the table and sat it infront of her. She cocked an eyebrow.
“Light it.” He said, gesturing to the wick.
“I- I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Light it.” He repeated, pushing the candle towards her.
She reached to touch the wick but he slapped her hand away.
“Hey!” She blurted out, glaring at him.
“Without touch.” He said calmly.
She looked at him then back to the candle, frustrated.
“Focus on what you wish for it to be, what it will look like, how it will feel.” Zemo coached.
She shifted on her feet again, finding a more comfortable stance. She focused on her breath and stared at the wick.
“Breath in, and when you breath out try to push your energy at it.” Zemo said.
She closed her eyes feeling a tingling sensation around her, she inhaled slowly, feeling the sensation grow. She opened her eyes and focused the sensation onto her target. She heard a crackle sound, as if a fire was trying to start. She looked to Zemo wide eyed, he never looked up.
“Again.” He said, staring at the wick.
She shifted and this time held out her hand. She took a deep breath and this time flicked her hand at the wick on the exhale, a flame consumed the wick and began to slowly burn. She gasped.
“Beautiful.” Zemo smiled.
“Well shit,” a voice was heard. They looked over to see Sam propped alongside a wall. “You got sparkly fingers, Y/N.”
She laughed, delighted in herself, “Did you see it?”
“I saw it.” He smiled.
She looked to Zemo, “How? How did that happen?”
Zemo held out his hand and she reluctantly lended him hers. He flipped her palm up and traced a distinct ‘M’ she never noticed before, with his finger. “You are a mutant. You were born with this gift and just now have discovered it.”
“A mutant.” She echoed. “How do you know?”
“All mutants have the symbol ‘M’ mapped on their palm. Each with a unique ability. Your friend Wanda, she is a mutant as well.”
“There’s more?” She gasped looking at Sam.
“Many more, we walk beside them each day, yet we do not know it.” Zemo said.
She looked back to Zemo, suddenly desperate for knowledge. She knew she had these powers but half the time she felt it was all coincidence, and was honestly too afraid to attempt to use them. Knowing what happened to Wanda.
“I want to know everything, please tell me what you know.” She said.
“Woah, woah. Look, the magic trick was impressive but I don’t think you should be getting your information from him, Y/N.” Sam said walking towards her.
“Sam, he’s the only one I’ve ever met, who knows about this stuff, besides Wanda and I don’t even know where she is.” She protested.
“I assure you I do not intend to mislead-“ Zemo started.
Sam pointed at him, “No. You do not get to say that after all you’ve done. The only thing you do is mislead. Hell, you’ve probably already done something to sabotage the mission.”
“You think so little of me, Sam.” Zemo pouted.
“Yeah, I do and for good reason.” Sam stated.
“Sam,” Y/N started.
“Y/N! Sam!” Bucky’s voice echoed throughout the small apartment.
The two took off in the direction of the noise immediately. They came into the room to find Bucky staring out the window.
“What is it?” Y/N asked, coming to stand beside Bucky. She looked out the window, her eyes widening in horror.
“My god.” Sam uttered.
Outside the window was a some kind of mutilated animal strung upside down. Blood dripped menacingly to the ground below.
“What does it mean?” Sam asked.
“It’s an invitation.” A voice said. The three turned around to find Zemo.
“The Power Broker requests our presence.”
Link to Petals (pt. 2)
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Bathroom-Session
Words: 1845
Warning: Sex in Bathroom, public smut
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The water cooled on her skin as she slipped her hands under the warm water of the water tap. Y / N reached for one of the soft towels.
It was without a doubt the fanciest toilet she had ever set foot in. Pepper was undoubtedly more than lucky to have found someone like Tony. Since Y / N was Tony's assistant and imagines that she was also something of a friend of Tony's, she was of course invited to celebrate Tony and Pepper's engagement. Although Y / N would have loved to see a movie and would have been wrapped in a warm blanket, she couldn't refuse the invitation, all the Avengers were present and Loki, who after Asgard was destroyed, is now working with the Avengers.
Y / N looked around the bathroom again, wicker baskets artfully draped over the countertops containing everything a woman might need in an emergency, including the towel she had just dried her hands with. She carefully folded the towel twice before dropping it in the laundry basket.
She wasn't quite ready to go back to the others, so she turned to the sample baskets. She had hoped she would find a window big enough to escape, but that seemed to be the only thing missing in the otherwise perfect room.
She was searching the second basket when the door opened. In the mirror she met another pair of eyes. Although she was surprised, she couldn't stop herself from looking him up and down through his reflection.
"What are you doing in the ladies room?", She met his emerald green eyes in the mirror.
"I beg your pardon?" He let the door close behind him.
She felt a wonderful shiver creep down her back when she heard his accent. She had always had a weakness for accents, and his was especially sinful.
She turned and put her palms on the counter. Her eyes traveled over the lines of his black jacket.
"Didn't you read the sign?"Y / N raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"There's no sign on the door," he pointed to the wall behind him.
"But there was a sign on the wall in the hallway." He came closer to her.
"You mean that that says 'men on the left because women are always right'?" He stepped closer and put his hands in his pockets. His eyes traveled over her figure and the pretty blush on her neck.
"That's one thing," she took a deep breath and enjoyed the way his eyes were drawn to her bus. But his eyes returned to hers almost instantly and only flickered to her lips as she bit her lower lip.
"I saw it," he clicks his tongue, "but I'm not a normal man, so I'm determined to prove otherwise."
"I don't really believe it either, but it applies in this case.", Y / N straightened up and took a small step towards him.
"I don't know why you believe that," he stepped closer. Her eyes flickered from his laughing eyes to his grinning lips. She hadn't noticed how close they were until that moment, but when she did she cleared her throat and smiled slightly.
"I suppose you went to the bathroom for a reason."
"I did," he nodded, "but not what you think." He dropped a hand on the counter near her hip.
"Oh?" She slid her fingertips over his suit jacket.
"Mm," he nodded. His fingers itched to be buried in her thick Y / H / C hair. "I avoid someone. "
"Oh?" Her breath caught as his hand left the counter to haunt her waist.
"Mm," he ran his fingers over her thigh and tucked them under her skirt to tease the sensitive skin. "My brother, actually an adoptive brother and his annoying friends."
"You're avoiding your own brother?", She hooked her index finger under the knot of his tie, pulled it and loosened the knot. "And here I thought you were a gentleman."
"I assure you, madam," he reached out for her, "I am anything but a gentleman."
She gasped as her leg wrapped around his waist. She grabbed the marble counter and put her fingers around his tie.
He bowed his head and ran the tip of his nose over her collarbone, following the path with his tongue and lips. He took her other hip in his hand when he felt her knee bend.
"Why," he muttered between kisses against her skin, "are you hiding in the bathroom?"
“Avoid annoying friends. She hummed.
She was sure he had a firm grip on her, so she lifted her hand from the counter and undid the buttons on his shirt. The muscles of his stomach trembled under her wandering fingers.
"And here I thought you were a lady." He pulled his head back to grin.
"Someone is clearly misinformed," grinned Y / n. She put her hand on her thigh and pulled his hand higher.
"Appearances are deceptive, it seems," he ran a finger through her wet folds.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Her eyes wandered to the door as he pushed her skirt higher; She held the fabric tightly so she could watch the kisses progress on her inner thighs. Her breathing increased as he got closer and closer to his destination.
She saw the hunger and need in his eyes as he put her leg over his shoulder. His warm breath brushed her cunt and for a moment she thought her heart was going to burst with anticipation, but then he began to lick her cunt.
She moaned and threw her head back as he pulled his tongue through her wet folds. She had never thought of engaging in any kind of sex in a public place. let alone a public toilet, but this was more erotic than she had ever dreamed of. The thought that another woman could open the door at any time and see her there with his head between her thighs made her thighs shake.
Her muscles tensed as he sucked on her clit and slipped a finger into her aching cunt. It was a silent request that she should come for him, and she did.
Her fingers curled in his black hair as she rode her orgasm against his tongue and bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her vision blurred around the edges for a moment before it became clear when he stood up.
She held the back of his neck as he brushed kisses over her breasts. It was the only skin he could reach without tearing the dress off her body.
His teeth brushed against her skin before pulling back to look down.
Y / N's hands loosened his belt and did a quick job on his zipper. She pushed her pants down so far that she could pull his cock out of the tight fabric.
"What are you doing?" Loki hisses as she pumped him and ran her thumb over the head of his cock.
"I need you," she nibbled at his jaw. He groans as she nibbles on his ear. Y / N pulled her lips down his throat and nibbled his chest before pulling back with a grin. He grabbed her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Backing her with her in his muscular arms, he turned and pressed her against the wall. Y / N gasped as he pulled her crease up and down with his cock, his tip shining with her excitement. He pushes her kicks through her dress. She wiggled her hips and tried to shove his swan into her cunt.
He kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled his cock back through her folds to avoid her clit and center. As he pulled back, he met her closed eyes and grinned. Y / N looks over his shoulder at the mirror. She could see her reflection and the reflection of the door.
"Please Loki," she pleads.
"I want to hear you say it."
She rolled her eyes but didn't need to be asked. She grabbed the back of his neck and gently pulled his hair to make him look at her.
"I want you to fuck me", she met his dark eyes. “I want you to take me over here to this restaurant bathroom while everyone is wondering where we've gone. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that I stumble when I walk out of here and anyone who looks my direction can guess what I've done. “
That seemed to be all he needed because before she was done he grabbed her hips and pulled her down so she sank onto him. She broke off, panting, and threw her head back against the bathroom wall in a hollow thump. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he began to move in her cunt.
She knew she was really in danger of screaming when he entered her at a brutal rate, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth over his. Her tongue fought for supremacy as she ran the nails of one hand over his chest.
She tightened her legs around his waist and rocked against him. A steady burning flickered in her stomach; it grew as he withdrew and pushed back into her in one swift thrust. Y / n rolled his hips and sucked on his lower lip. When she knew she was close, she let her hand slide down and under the folds of her skirt to finger her swollen clit; that combined with the way he thrust into her and nibbled at her throat sent her over the edge. Loki pumped into her one last time before he shot his hot cum into her cunt.
He reluctantly put Y / N back on the floor and closed his pants, but left his shirt open as he wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her against him. He lifted her chin with one finger and brushed his lips over hers in a slow kiss.
"Do you think Tony, Thor and the rest are wondering where we are?" She mumbled as he pulled back.
"Probably", he wrapped a strand of hair around his finger and pulled on it. "They know we could avoid all of this by just telling them we are together."
She nodded and ran a finger over his chest.
"Probably, but better not until you have the trust of the team."
"You are probably right and Thor would probably tease me about it."
"We'll tell you at some point, won't we?", She met his eyes.
"Of course," he nodded. He took her hand, raised it, and kissed each finger in turn. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her close for a tender kiss, "and it definitely won't be long."
"No?" She returned his kiss with one that was more of a smile than anything.
"Definitely not much longer. A few more sessions like this and you will definitely know. Now you might just guess." He shook his head and laughed softly.
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cake
Pairings: dark!bucky x innocent!reader | (brief) dark!steve x innocent!reader
Summary: You’re just a piece of cake for Bucky to be devoured and so your birthday takes a dark turn.
Warnings: non-con, drugging, unprotected sex, innocent reader. This is dark bucky! please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics mentioned above!
A/N: please do not read if you are under 18! happy birthday to me! for my birthday i thought i’d write this! hope you enjoy <3
dividers by @writeyourmindaway
The sun stared blaring into the room, heat radiating off the wall and onto the bed. Your legs started to feel the heat and you curled up into a ball, shielding your legs from the blazing sunlight. A typical day in June.
Your consciousness started taking over and you stretched to the sound of your alarm, stopping the sound with your outstretched hand. It took you a second, but you did remember. It’s your birthday.
Jumping out of bed, you knew Tony had a special breakfast made just for you like he does for all the Avengers. You quickly changed into your favourite blush coloured sundress, running out your room towards the dining room of the compound, you got even more excited about the day ahead. Once you entered, you saw the table filled with all your favourites. Scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes and fresh fruit.
You looked to the people standing at the table, smiling to you, congratulating you on your birthday. Everyone except Bucky. He sat down, shooting you a brief smile, but it was ok. You knew him, knew what he was like and celebrations were not really his thing, nor were you.
Bucky terrified you a little, with his brooding, his deathly glare once he didn’t pay attention to anything, his skills. He was a terrifying man to you. So you kept your distance.
After all the food was devoured, your day was filled with fun Tony had arranged for you. A day trip to the zoo, all the Avengers with you. It was no surprise that people started to surround you trying to catch a glimpse at the earth’s mightiest heroes, but that didn’t ruin your day. Tony arranged for you to feed the sea-lions, take pictured with monkeys and even pet the tigers. He made sure you got all the benefits from being his friend.
The day went by in a whim and the sun sunk between the skyscrapers. You went into your room to put away all the gifts you’ve gotten from your friends and all the souvenirs from the zoo. As you laid out the different packaged items, a clear box caught your eye. You weren’t sure who it was from or when you had been given it, but the item inside made your face light up.
You opened the top to reveal a pink frosted cake with icing made to look like roses. The door clicking shut behind you took your eyes away from the treat. You looked over your shoulder and saw Bucky leaning on the closed door, a shy smile spread across your face.
“You’re not eating this without me, are you?” Bucky spoke, nodding to the cake in your hands.
You looked down at it, sure that this was his gift. “I’m happy to share it with you, Bucky.” You looked up at him as he pushed his body from the door.
“That’s sweet, darlin’, but that’s not what I mean.”
You tilted your head, confused by his words. Bucky came closer to you, taking the clear plastic box from your hands. His close proximity made you sweat and his gaze down at you didn’t help. You’ve never been so close to this man, let alone in a room alone.
Bucky took a small slice, setting the rest aside on your table with the other gifts. He turned to you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Open up.” Bucky demanded in a low, hushed voice.
You hesitated, but as you saw him raise one of his brows you reluctantly opened your mouth little by little. He only encouraged you as he shoved the piece of cake in your mouth, stuffing you until you couldn’t close it. You tried to chew, but Bucky stopped you. “Don’t. Only swallow when I say so.”
There was a pit forming in your stomach. You knew that something off, but you didn’t want to upset him.
His callused hands cupped your cheeks, a content smile forming on his lips. Bucky guided you to your bed, the back of your knees hitting the bed frame. Your fell back, almost chocking on the cake in your mouth. Bucky climbed over you, his hands running up your sides and finally resting on either side of your face.
You’ve seen something similar in movies, but every time you closed your eyes, looked away or changed the channel once things progressed. But Bucky wouldn’t do that to you, would he?
“Just stay still for me, okay? I’ve got a nice present for you.” Bucky whispered and you slowly nodded your head, heat making it’s way to your face.
Bucky sat up between your legs, eyeing you down. You felt yourself sinking into the mattress, further into the material under his gaze. There was something off and you knew it in the back of your mind. His eyes dilated once he reached the hem of your dress with his gaze. Bucky licked his lips, hands suddenly gripping your thighs and you yelped at his touch. A whimper pushed it’s way up your throat but was muffled by the contents in your mouth.
He pushed the hem up over your thighs, onto your stomach, exposing your cotton panties to him. You hands flew to his, eyes wide, but he simply pushed them away, pinning them to your side with a warning look.
“Enjoy it or I’ll make you.”
You wanted to swallow, the cake getting soggy in your mouth. You felt Bucky’s hands slowly hook his fingers on the band of your underwear, licking his lips as he pushed the thin fabric down your legs, eyes fixated on your core. He stood from the bed to pull the panties off your legs, situating himself back on the bed, pushing your legs further apart with his knees.
Your legs bend and you stared at the ceiling. His thumb grazed over your bud, your legs jerking at the contact. Bucky dipped his head, his hot breath on your pussy before licking a stripe between your folds. Electricity flowed though your body from your core, down your legs. His teeth pulled at the bundle of nerves harshly making you grip a handful of the sheets beneath you.
Looking down you locked eyes with Bucky, you caught a flash in his eyes. A flash of foul intend that passed as quickly as it appeared.
Bucky kept biting until you felt like passing out. He lifted his head and you exhaled through your nose. He unbuckled his belt, pushing his jeans down with his briefs. His cock sprung free, hard and leaking with pre-cum. He made no effort to remove his clothing further, moving to hover over you. His eyes stared down into yours and a chill crept up your spine. A million questions in your head but no way to express them.
There was apart of you that wanted to kick and scram, spit the contents of your mouth into his face, but the way he looked at you, hovered over you told you not to. You felt the tip of his cock over your entrance and you cursed in your head of how desperat you were for him to fuck you.
Bucky pushed forward, filling you slowly. His eyes closed as he dove in further. The sensation overwhelming you. Bucky pulled out with a grunt, filling you back up with more force, making your body jerk back, the metal of his belt hitting your skin.
You could smell his arousal in the air around you. Trapped in his pleasure while you heaved for air, suffocated by his moans.
He did not care.
His pelvis hit your sensitive bud, still sore and stinging from his teeth assaulting the bundle of nerves. The impact making you gasp into the soggy cake as his cock dove further, hitting your cervix painfully. He explored the depth of your pussy like he paid for it, like it was his right. Bucky pushed his torso up, kneeling between your legs while holding your hips up, his hands gripping your flesh tightly and you knew that every crevice of his fingerprint would be engraved on your skin.
He wasted no time, a grin on his lips displaying his enjoyment and he jerked forward, a noise escaping your throat, a noise of pain you’ve never heard. Pieces of frosting dribbled down your chin. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, Bucky watching as they rolled down your cheeks that have been painted with shame. His grin widened, teeth showing as he basked in your pain, watching you cry underneath him.
It was too much. He was too much.
You felt dizzy, the relentless pace fogging your mind, pleasure replaced by pain. You cried into the cake while Bucky’s moans mixed in with your sobs. You felt the build up from your climax, your walls clenching around his length.
“You want to cum?” Bucky grinned and you nodded your head. “Cum for the camera, c’mon doll, smile.”
You registered his words and looked over his shoulder. A red dot glowing at you and panic flowed through your body as you came, shaking your head as you closed your eyes. Fresh tears flowed and you felt your cum coat his cock, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
Bucky groaned as he came inside you, his cum warm as it coated your walls. His movement slowed and he set your hips back down onto the mattress. He pulled out, bending over you as your legs straightened. His hand gripped you chin. “Swallow, birthday girl.”
You did as he said, swallowing the wet, soggy cake down your throat. You cough as soon as your mouth was free.
Bucky pushed himself away from you, pulling his pants back on. He walked over to the camera, taking it from the shelve. He walked over to you, pointing the lens on your core. A sinful smile spread on his lips, his face lighting up as he looked through the viewfinder. A look as dark as nightfall.
Bucky stopped the recording, but your vision blurred, your head spinning. You felt dizzy, sinking further into the mattress as the black spots overtook your vision. Bucky’s words rigging in your ear as you passed out. “Happy birthday.”
You came to your senses, a headache hammering away in your head. You stretched, but the pain in your core made you hiss. You looked down and found yourself naked from the waist down. Scrambling the pieces on what happened you shook your head, sitting up, you pulled your skirt down.
You sat at the end of your bed, a silent sob escaping your lips. How did you let that happen?
A knock on your door stilled your cries and the door opened. Steve emerged behind it, closing the door as he entered, a concerned look on his face.
“Y/n, what did he do to you?” Steve’s soft voice calmed you down and your cries overtook you. You felt the bed dip beside you and you felt his arm wrap around you. “He send the video to everyone in the compound.” Steve whispered and you looked up at him, shaking your head.
Steve pulled his phone out, tilting the screen so you could see it. And there you were, spread wide open for him, face stuffed with wet cake you were now sure was poisoned with drugs. You turned you head away and Steve stopped the video, encasing you in his arms as he embraced you.
Steve stroked your hair and you looked up to him, but you caught it, the glimmer of ominous darkness. You suddenly felt uncomfortable. Not just in his arms but in your room. Steve placed his hands on your cheeks, a little too much pressure.
“Do you want another slice of cake, doll?” Steve’s mouth spread into a sinister smile and you shook your head vigorously.
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Secret Love Song
Hands down one of my favorite chapters I’ve ever written.
song: secret love song part two by little mix
Carol: I don't wanna live love this way. I don't wanna hide us away.
Being with Carol was both a dream and a nightmare. The dream part was that you were with an amazing woman, but the nightmare was hiding it.
You wanted to be able to show the world how amazing your girlfriend was.
You had no idea if she felt the same.
She got mad because someone asked you if you had a partner at Tony's party and you said no. She had made some piss poor excuse so you guys could go back to your apartment.
"What was I supposed to do Carol? You're the one who wants to keep this a secret."
"Maybe say yes? and just say you don't wanna talk about them."
"Saying no shut the topic down instantly! If I said yes they would ask more questions." You said, absolutely tired of feeling like this, feeling rejected.
She sighed heavily, her angry sigh and you continued, "you know for someone who wants to remain a secret, you're pretty fucking territorial!" You snapped.
"Because I love you." She shrugged helplessly.
"And I love you." You sighed, putting your head in your hands. "I don't know what to do, Carol."
"Y/N..." You looked up to see her big puppy eyes.
"I want to be able to hold you in the streets, to kiss you on the dance floor. I want to show the world how in love I am. I'm tired of hiding!"
"Y/N, it's not easy for me either! I grew up having to hide the fact that I love women, I couldn't hold my first girlfriends hand without worrying about a mob."
"My love," You said walking up to her, cupping her cheek and wiping away the tear that escaped, "it's not like that anymore. Sure, there's hate crimes that still happen and let's face it, those people will always exist. But now, more people will stand up for us if anything happens." You were a realist, you weren't gonna say nothing will happen because you don't know that for sure and you'd rather be honest than feed her lies."
"The news, the avengers, what about them?"
You smiled and shook your head, tears were brimming your eyes, "they will be supportive, you really think Steve and Bucky haven't fucked?"
She choked out a laugh, and you continued, "they will love us unconditionally, hell, Tony will probably throw a pride party for us. And if the press gives us trouble..well the Avengers will rain down hell."
She scoffed another laugh and leaned her head against your shoulder, you wrapped her arms around her, "I love you."
"I love you too." You kissed her head and swayed her gently.
Wanda: Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
Wanda didn't want to tell anyone because she had just broken up with Vision, you two got together a week after that breakup.
And Vision was heartbroken over Wanda leaving him, and Wanda and you didn't want to hurt his feelings.
She had assured you that you weren't a rebound and the reason she broke up with Vision was because she started to develop feelings for you and that wasn't fair to Vision.
Of course, the team knew you two were close, hell, Vision tried to come to you for advice on how to win Wanda back and you said, "she doesn't want you back Vis, get out there, there's more women." Although, you understood him, you couldn't imagine the pain you'd feel over Wanda breaking up with you.
Speaking of her, she just rolled over in bed, her arms slipping around your naked waist and pulling you closer. She sighed into your neck and it ticked you, you giggled.
"You should laugh more," she sleepily mumbled.
"I laugh plenty, darling."
"Not enough," She did a little sleepy groan, "I want to hear you laugh every hour."
"Every hour?" You smiled and rolled to face her, her eyes sparkled in the sun that was streaming into your room. Her skin glowed from the night before.
She nodded, "every hour, my love."
You rolled your eyes, cupped her cheek and pulled her to your lips, she always tasted so sweet. You moaned as her hand moved from your waist and hiked your leg on top of her thigh.
"Hey, Y/N-" You heard a mans voice say as someone walked in.
The two of you pulled apart quickly to look at Scott, he stood there with a box of donuts, as well as his jaw dropped and eyes wide. You two were absolutely mortified and terrified, you were pretty sure Wanda could feel your panic. It wasn't hard for him to figure out what you two were about to do or what you did last night, clothes were strew about the room and you guys were so obviously naked.
"Scott," you spoke gently, "come in and shut the door."
He obeyed, looking at you two with wide eyes, Wanda pulled the blanket up around you tighter.
"Ask your questions." Wanda said, "I can hear them bouncing in your head just say them, Scotty." she said, using the nickname the Avengers have been using around him.
"How long has this been going on?" He asked, gesturing to the two of you.
"3 months." You both answered.
"That's when you broke up wth Vision..."
"No, I didn't cheat on him." Wanda said, "I broke up with him because of my feelings about Y/N."
"Oh wow," he asked, "are you two planning on telling anyone?" He asked sitting on the bed.
Wanda shrugged, "we talked about at our six months we will." She looked at you nervously, your hand on her waist squeezed affectionately.
"We need you to keep this a secret, Scott."
"Of course!" He said, "it's none of my business, now if you'll excuse me..." He got up, and handed you the box of donuts, "here. I brought them up just for you, but you have a snack buddy." He smiled reassuringly and left.
Wanda let out a sigh, "sweet hell." She said flopping back. "That was awful."
"Well," you said, taking out a sprinkled donut, "it could've been, Tony."
She groaned again, "Give me a donut, you hog, I deserve one."
Maria: Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops.
With Maria being one of the top people in SHIELD, you two have to keep it all a secret. She has a lot of enemies that would do awful things to you and she couldn't bare it. There's been one time where she had to put you into a safe house for a couple months. You got a lot of reading done during that time.
You weren't gonna lie, it sucked not being able to say that you're in love. You wanted every person who ever said being gay was a sin to know that you were in love and happy and they would stay hateful the rest of their lives.
But you couldn't.
Fury advised you two against it, he loved (he'd never admit it) the fact that Hill was happy and the two of you were together. He said when the two of you are more "serious" to tell everyone. But, he warned you two that coming out as a couple would be hard. Because of the fact that the two of you oversaw different sections of SHIELD. You were international, she was national.
That was another factor that made things hard, that when you saw each other after months of not being able to be face to face or even contact one another (thanks isolated missions) you couldn't jump in her arms.
But then she proposed, after four years. Four years of secrecy and the two of you could tell everyone. It was nerve racking, but you guys did it.
Natasha: It's obvious, you're meant for me. Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly.
Hiding a relationship was hard, especially one that felt so right.
During the day, Nat and you had to act like friends, not lovers, not girlfriends. You had to act like you weren't head over heels for the assassin. Nat didn't want the Avengers knowing for the reason that it could mess up the team dynamic.
But at night, she laid with you, your bodies fitting together like a lock and a key. You knew the two of you were perfect for each other, but she didn't want the team knowing.
"Do you think," you asked, your hands combing through her hair, "we could tell the team soon?" She sat up, "Y/N..."
"Hear me out," you said, pushing up on top of your elbows, "we tell them in a month, at that point we had been together for 8 months and it's clear to them that we haven't let it get in the way of any missions."
She sighed, "I don't know." The both of you sat up.
You groaned, "Nat, I'm tired of being your little secret." "Why do you care if the team knows? Do you need their validation that badly?"
You shot back, stung. "It's called being friends with people, you share your lives. It's what normal people do."
"We're far from normal, Y/N." She deadpanned.
"Maybe we deserve some normalcy then!" You said exasperated. "I spent my entire teenage years hiding who I was, who I was dating. I'm sick of it." "Well, when we got together we talked about this."
"Yeah and guess what? We were simply just fucking, are we still 'just fucking'? Have you still not accepted the fact that you aren't a heartless monster like you think?"
She opened her mouth to say something but you kept going, "no, I'm talking, you listen because every time I try to talk about this you spout some stupid ass sweet talk and I'm not doing this shit again." You leaned toward her, "you think you don't deserve happiness, you don't deserve love because you've killed people, guess what nobody in this fucking tower as a clean ledger."
You sighed as she stared at you, "I'm ready to be your official girlfriend to the world."
"Okay." She nodded, "okay, we'll tell them tomorrow, I promise."
Your heart lifted it up, despite the weights on it. Nat never broke her promises. "Yeah?" You asked. "Yeah." She said and leaned into you, "I love you, and I'm sorry." "I'm sorry too," You said wrapping your arms around her, "I love you too."
Shuri: We keep behind closed doors, every time I see you I die a little more.
You had been dating Shuri for over a year, in secret of course. You two were not ready for the world to explode at the news of you two dating. The media outside of Wakanda found out about the genius that was the princess of Wakanda. And automatically they pitted Tony and Shuri against each other. And you were the daughter of Tony. (i live for this trope guys shush)
The two laugh about it and make jokes, but it freaks you out. The media is already on your nuts as it is, same with Shuri. The world knows you two are queer as fuck, but saying you're dating is a whole other thing than just being shipped together.
Yes, you two are shipped together, in fact the two of you stayed up one night reading Shuri x Y/N fanfiction. It was hysterical but really flattering that the world thought you guys had these adventurous lives, when in reality a night out for the two of you was going to the bookstore and eating take out (that you left the house to get) on the couch.
You were at a banquet with your father, T'challa and Shuri will be arriving shortly with M'baku and Okoye. You wore a white suit with a black modern corest underneath. Your hair was all gathered on your right side, showing off the bling on your left ear.
Bucky came up to your side and kissed your cheek, "you look beautiful."
"Thanks big brother." You said jokingly, you had a brother-sister relationship with Bucky and Sam.
"Shuri's gonna combust when she sees you." Sam chimed in on your other side. The two of them know about your relationship as their work in Wakanda was your cover up for going there so often.
"Speaking of the princess," Bucky nodded to the stairs.
There stood the entire group, all looking breathtakingly beautiful. But one particular girl stood out to you.
Shuri wore a black Wakandian style dress, with a red and yellow belt around her middle. The outfit was shimmering with gold accents, her hair was pulled into a bun on her head.
A dark feeling entered your gut, you felt like you were dying; she looked so beautiful yet you couldn't go up to kiss her. Shuri met your eyes and smiled so brightly, the darkness went away.
Bucky nudged you gently as the three of you began walking up to them, everyone greeted each other. When Shuri walked up to you and gave you a big hug, she squeezed gently.
"We're staying for the week, soon, my love." She said in your eyes, you squeezed her in response and you two pulled away. The others having a knowing look in their eyes, of course T'challa and Okoye knew and M'baku isn't stupid so he definitely figured it out.
The two of you stayed around the bar most of the night, sipping on drinks and talking, but she caught you staring at a couple. The two women were close, you quickly recognized them as Carol and her girlfriend. They were swaying to the music and stealing secret kisses.
Shuri squeezed your hand, "soon, my love," she swallowed, "soon we'll tell everyone."
You nodded and squeezed back, you were just happy being with her.
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Drive Him Crazy (Part 9)(New Year’s)
Dark!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader
Well, I was late for Christmas but now I’m early for New Year’s so hopefully that’ll cancel it out.
TW: some exhibitionism in this (kind of??)
Steve’s thick length pressed against your ass, warm and throbbing. His chest pressed against your back as he held you as close as he possibly could. His lips danced over your neck and shoulders, his scruffy beard dragging over your delicate skin. He nipped at your ear, running his tongue behind the shell of cartilage.
You shivered against him as his cool breath raked over your hot skin. You had woken up to this, his sinful touches all over your body. You lay still, enjoying each little brush and stroke. He drew your leg up and backwards and slotted his hips between your spread thighs. His weeping cock rubbed against your folds, your arousal coating his length as he groaned beneath his breath.
His large hands wandered over your belly, possessively claiming what was his. Your body was his, you were his. His callused fingers teased the taut flesh, spreading out and grasping you as well as he could. He followed the lines of the stretch-marks, lovingly tracing the evidence that you carried his pups. He intended to add to them in years to come, pride flooding him each time he looked at you.
“Why’d you wake me up?” you murmured softly, cheek pressed to the pillow, eyes still shut. Steve’s tongue ran up your neck, over your mark, and to your ear.
His breath was deliciously warm as he whispered. “It’s almost midnight.” His voice was no louder than a purr, but it rumbled deep in his chest against your back.
Carefully, he sat up right, bringing you along with him. He wrapped his arms around you beneath your shoulders and knees, easily lifting you. He slid out of the bed, feet whisking silently across the floor of your Avenger’s Tower living space. You’d be attending Tony’s New Year’s Day gala tomorrow, so you and the rest of the team had returned to their old quarters in the Tower. You, of course, lodged with Steve.
Your Alpha carried you over to the huge panel windows and sat you down on your feet. Your arms wrapped around your body, only the blanket you’d managed to snag covering you. Steve stood behind you, hands kneading your hips. Over the skyline, you could see the lights from the New Year’s celebration where people gathered en masse waiting for the ball to drop. If you squinted, you could see it, sparkling in all its grand glory.
Steve’s hands worked their way up your body as you watched the city lights, carefully teasing the blanket until suddenly it pooled around your feet. He leaned against you, his erection prominent against your back. Your face heated as you rushed to retrieve the blanket. Steve stopped you easily, holding you in your standing position.
“Steve,” you yelped, “anyone in the buildings near here could see us!” The lights in the windows of all the adjacent building glowed brightly, everyone awake despite the late hour, ready to ring in the new year. All it would take is one wayward glance and you’d be seen, fodder for the eyes of your neighbors.
Steve ground his length against you, his hands enveloping your breasts. “Everyone is watching the ball drop, little one. You should be too.” He grabbed your chin gently, moving your face until you gazed once more at the bright, celebratory section of city. His mouth teased your mark, making your knees weak. You placed your hands on the glass, supporting yourself so you wouldn’t falter in his grasp.
Steve growled, pleased to see you prone in front of him. He tugged at your breasts, pert nipples rolling between his fingers. He squeezed the swollen mounds of flesh reverently, eagerly imagining how nice it would look once you started to lactate. His teeth grazed over your bond mark once more, and you fell forward slightly. Your belly pressed against the cold glass, goosebumps raising over your skin.
“St-Steve, someone’s going to see,” you whimpered as his skilled lips attacked your shoulders, sprinkling a light spray of kisses that had you light-headed. He groaned in response, grinding his length against your back. You could feel the slick pre-cum smear a line down your skin, hot and sticky.
Slowly Steve’s hands worked back down your body, gliding over your belly and down your hips, until they rested on your ass. He kneaded your flesh, spreading your apart for him. You opened your legs instinctively, ever submissive to your Alpha despite your misgivings. His fingers coaxed your swollen lips into submission as he guided himself into your tight heat with an elongated groan.
“Oh, little girl, you make me feel so good,” he gasped in your ear, fingertips grazing your clit. You twitched, gasping at the feeling. With a deep chuckle, Steve caressed your swollen bundle of nerves again. “Did you like that?” he rumbled.
You nodded rapidly, grinding your hips forward in time with the motion of his thrusts. Outside, the countdown was beginning. You could see people in the neighboring buildings watching their television sets eagerly as the ball began to drop. Steve snapped his hips rapidly, his cock forcing you wide open, blunt head brutalizing your cervix.
His fingers sped up as did his frantic, pounding thrusts as the clock neared midnight. Your body was wracked with chills of pleasure, shooting up your spine and through your limbs like lightning. Your lips were parted in a long, silent moan, your breaths stuttering as his fingers and cock worked you over the edge.
Fireworks exploded in the sky, brilliant reflections of light washing over you and your Alpha’s bare bodies. Your ears rang as Steve pushed your over the edge and you tumbled into a violent, breathtaking orgasm. You flung your head backwards, back arching and shoving your belly and breasts against the glass, screaming Steve’s name as he forced himself into you over and over, never letting up for a moment.
“Midnight,” he growled into your ear, his hot cum flooding your cunt, soaking each crevice of your pussy. His knot dragged along your walls as he pulled back, the swollen ridge thumping firmly into place, trapping his seed within you. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the glass, whimpering as his fingers assaulted your clit once more, forcing you into another intense orgasm, stronger than before.
Your scream was shrill, your breath fogging the glass in front of your face. Your walls squeezed around his cock. Steve roared, clenching his teeth on your shoulder as your filled cunt contracted around him, gripping him tighter than before. His cock pulsed and another gush of fluid filled you, excess cum making you feel as though you were being split in two. His knot did its job, keeping every single drop inside of you.
You collapsed against the window as the fireworks died down. Steve caught you easily, supporting your weight. Your legs felt like jelly, unresponsive as pleasure short-circuited your brain. His beard scratched your neck as he panted against you, arms shaking as they held your body.
Carefully, Steve carried you back to bed. He sat down on the edge, scooting back until both of you could lay down on your sides. Your legs held his hips, his cock buried firmly inside you. Your chest heaved and you felt deliciously warm.
Steve lifted the covers and pulled them over the two of you, holding you close against his broad chest. You could feel his heartbeat, still pounding from minutes before. His chin tucked between your neck and shoulder, his nose by the scent gland next to your jaw. He inhaled deeply, sated and content as he was bathed in his Omega’s scent. His warm hand rested on your belly, rubbing slow circles over the tight skin.
Your eyes drifted shut as sleep began to overtake your mind once more, the fuzzy blackness lapping at your vision as Steve murmured sleepily into your ear. “That’s the best way to welcome in the New Year,” he rumbled, “With a bang.”
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playing human
starker; superior iron man x naive!peter
words: 2.3k
warnings: blow jobs, daddy kink, fem!peter, heavy feminization, manipulation, mind control
author’s note: sim is my absolute favorite comic series and I’ve always wanted to write it with starker.
“Isn’t that just funny, Tony?”
The bleach blonde girl next to him places her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep. Her other friend, the brunette with decent sized boobs and a slim waist, laughs. He barely payed attention to their features, because he knows it’s all due to Extremis. He’s put up with their brainless babbling for what feels like the past hour, but now he’s done.
“I’m going to have to stop you right there, sweetheart.” Tony responds, putting his hand up to stop the blonde from talking.
“The thing is, we don’t really know each other. So ‘Tony’ is off the table. It’s ‘Mr. Stark’ to you.” He says grumpily, taking a sip of his Scotch.
The girls’ smiles fade, finally becoming self aware. Yet, the pair still won’t leave and Tony’s about to punch them in the throat when,
“Daddy!”
Tony grins as he spots his boy.
Peter is standing on the steps into the pool, clad in tiny blue swim shorts and a sheer white cover up. Miles of milky skin is on display and Tony could jack off right then and there on his pool float.
“C’mere!” Tony shouts from halfway across the rooftop pool, only to be met with a pout. Peter gets out of the water and scurries over to the concrete edge nearest to Tony.
“I don’t want to get my hair wet.” Peter tells him once he’s close enough, plopping down onto the edge. He dangles his feet in the water, kicking slightly.
“Daddy’s spoiled girl.” Tony grins wickedly, much to the disgust of the girls. They would never dare say anything about his boy, his princess, since Tony would dispose of them on the spot.
Peter just giggles and pushes his sunglasses further up his nose. Tony hops off his pool float, handing his glass to the brunette and wading to the edge of the pool. Peter squeals and kicks his feet happily as Tony runs his dripping hands over the boy’s smooth thighs.
“Hi.”
“Hi, beautiful.”
Beautiful is truly the best word to describe Peter.
He wasn’t that surprised when he first found out Peter wasn’t on Extremis, as it is ridiculously expensive. What did surprise Tony was how he’s the epitome of perfection without it. His skin is always clear, has the perfect body, and rarely gets sick.
He always says his family has good genes.
Tony is ripped out of his thoughts by a tiny hand tilting his face upwards, incredibly soft lips pressing against his own. He groans happily and wraps his arms around Peter’s torso, the warm pool water rippling in his wake. His hands grip Tony’s damp hair slightly, one hand moving to squeeze the nape of his neck. Tony slips his right hand under Peter’s Neiman Marcus coverup and runs his thumb over the marks he left from this morning. Tony decides to take his lips off of Peter’s and move them to the spot just below his jaw, taking the soft skin between his teeth and sucking. Peter lets out a breathy ‘ah’ as Tony adds new marks to his skin. He can feel people staring, but nobody would dare say anything in fear of being launched off of the roof.
“Tony!”
Tony groans in annoyance and removes his lips from Peter’s neck.
“Pepper! You want to hop in?” He exclaims, turning his head to face the fiery redhead.
She doesn’t smile.
“I don’t have my suit.” She sneers, arms crossed over her perfectly ironed blouse.
“It’s okay. We’re all friends here.” Tony quips, earning a little giggle from Peter.
He presses a chaste kiss to the boy’s temple as he rests his head on Tony’s shoulder.
“I’m not laughing. Get rid of your boy toy, we need to talk.”
Tony can feel Peter flinch against him. Pepper is not very fond of his boy (maybe because he took her place) but he can’t really say anything to her. She practically runs the company.
“I’ve got to go face the beast, baby.” He mumbles softly in Peter’s ear, pushing the boy off him.
He pouts as Tony hops out of the pool, someone immediately running over to hand him a towel.
“You’ll come back to swim, right?” Peter asks sadly, fiddling with his charm bracelet Tony bought him. He always does that when he’s nervous.
“Of course. Go keep those pretty ladies over there company.” He tells Peter as he stands up. The younger grabs his hand and presses a kiss to it.
“Okay! I love you, daddy.” He giggles, taking off his coverup and placing it next to him gently.
“Daddy loves you too.” Tony tells the boy as he walks towards Pepper, blowing a kiss. Pepper grabs his wrist tightly as Peter pretends to catch the kiss and hold it to his heart.
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Peter is a vision lying on the pool float.
The girls have left him, leaving him alone as other people swim and mingle around him.
He’s gotten a nice tan from all the time in the sun. The sun has made his freckles darken, adding to his whole sun kissed look. The length of his shorts should be a sin, barely covering the plump swell of his ass.
Tony can’t tell if the boy is asleep or not, since his limited edition Ray Bans are covering those big brown eyes.
Peter’s head turns and he waves excitedly at the older man. Tony’s heart swells and he dives into the pool, heading to give his boy a big kiss. Peter accepts the wet kiss, laughing in happiness as Tony kisses his tummy.
“Daddy no!” He giggles, flipping over on the raft. It rocks a bit, so Tony reaches out to steady it. Peter stretches out like a cat, long legs shaking. Tony ghosts his hand over Peter’s ass, gently pressing against the plug resting inside.
The boy lets out a high pitched moan, raising his hips in search of more friction.
“You feeling okay?” Tony asks, snapping the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks.
He nods sheepishly, hiding his face in his arms.
Tony twists the plug through Peter’s trunks, earning a louder moan. A couple near them turn bright red and look away.
“Daddy, I need to take a shower.” Peter manages to whimper out.
Tony twists the plug again with a hum.
“Really? I guess I’ll have to join you.”
Peter nods vigorously.
“Let’s go baby boy.”
Tony swims to the side of the pool, hopping out as water floods over the side. Peter climbs out behind him and Tony notices a very obvious bulge. He snakes his arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer to his side. Peter giggles as they walk inside, heading straight for the elevator. It’s loud inside and the alcohol only amplifies the sound. Being the good girl she is, FRIDAY opens the elevator doors for them and brings them up to Tony’s personal floor.
“FRIDAY, start the shower.” Tony grunts, scooping Peter up bridal style. The boy squeals and nuzzles into his bare chest. Tony stumbles into the bedroom, carrying Peter to the master bathroom. He sets him down gently, small feet touching the marble floor. Tony notices a small silver bracelet around Peter’s left ankle.
“I like your ankle bracelet,” Tony hums, wrapping his arms around Peter’s torso and swaying him slightly.
“Thank you. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day.” Peter tells him.
Tony nods and kisses Peter’s shoulder gently. His calloused hands tug at the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks, pulling them down over his thighs. His small cock bobs, flushed a pretty pink and leaking.
“Daddy,” Peter whines, kicking off his trunks. Tony taps on his blue jeweled plug lightly.
“I’m going to take this out. Want you to be nice and tight for me tonight. Relax,” He coos, wrapping his rough fingers around the plug. Peter moans as it slips out with a squelch, come and lube dripping down his thighs slowly.
“Hop in.” Tony tells him with a slap to his ass. Peter giggles and climbs into the shower, closing his eyes as the hot water cascades down his body. Tony smiles as he takes off his own swim trunks, hard cock springing free. He sets the plug down on the counter. As he steps in the shower, Peter captures him in an eager kiss. The younger moans as his dick brushes against Tony’s thigh, due to the height difference.
“Let’s see what else that pretty little mouth can do.” Tony growls when they pull away, running his thumb over Peter’s slick bottom lip.
His boy grins eagerly and falls to his knees, giving his member a few strokes with his hand before wrapping his plump lips around the tip. Tony hisses in pleasure and grips the handle to the glass door, hot water spilling down his back. Peter immediately takes him down to the hilt, nose pressing against his now wet pubic hair. Tony silently thanks himself, because he’d never be able to keep up with the boy’s insatiable sex drive without Extremis. He knows he won’t be able to last long, he’s been horny since their morning round.
“Fuck Pete, daddy’s close,” He groans, grabbing a fistful of Peter’s drenched chestnut hair. The younger pulls off his dick with a pop, beginning to pump it with his beautifully manicured hands.
“Please daddy, want your come so bad,” Peter moans, sticking out his pink tongue.
The sight of his princess on his knees with his tongue out has Tony coming, painting Peter’s lips and tongue white with his release.
“Stand up, baby,” He groans once he finishes. Peter scrambles off of the tile, gripping onto Tony for dear life. Tony sucks on Peter’s neck as he reaches down to start stroking his cocklet. Peter lets out a high pitched moan and after about a dozen pumps of his cock he comes with a cry.
“So pretty for me,” Tony grumbles in his ear, kneading Peter’s soft cock as the younger twitches from overstimulation.
“Only for you, daddy. No one else,” He pants, gripping onto Tony’s forearms.
Tony grins wickedly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
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Tony’s boy is such a charmer.
The young woman next to him had been talking his ear off about her modeling career and he would usually just ignore her after a couple minutes, but Peter kept her entertained by asking lots of questions.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you go get daddy another bourbon?” He mumbles in Peter’s ear, squeezing his hips slightly.
Peter giggles and nods, scrambling off of Tony’s lap. He wonders how the boy does it, sitting for hours on his nanotech suit. Peter sways his hips as he walks to the bar, white jean shorts hugging his ass perfectly. He’ll have to find whoever made the shorts and give them a couple weeks of Extremis for free.
“He’s very lovely, Mr. Stark.” The woman says, watching Peter head over to the self serve bar.
“Isn’t he?” Tony grins and faces the girl.
“I see great things in his future.” She tells him, taking a sip of her white wine.
That’s not ominous at all.
Before he has a chance to respond, he picks up a very loud voice emerging from the crowd.
“He’s using you, Peter!”
Tony rolls his eyes when he sees who the voice belongs to.
Michelle Jones has been on his watch list for a while, her open hatred for Extremis, Stark Industries, and Tony himself earning her a spot. Peter sheepishly told him that they were best friends when her picture was on the news after she organized a peaceful protest against Extremis.
Tony had kissed his temple and said he’d love to meet her.
She never took up the offer.
“MJ, you’re making a scene.” Peter says quietly, bourbon in hand.
Tony notices the kid next to Michelle, an overweight boy named Ned. He seems to have been dragged along, since he’s not vocal about his feelings towards Extremis. Once Tony took Peter and the boy out for lunch. Ned is nice, very smart and charismatic.
Good for his boy.
“I don’t care! He’s evil and ruthless. He’s manipulating you!” She shouts, the crowd around her quieting down. Peter is flushed a bright red, not with pleasure, but with embarrassment. Tony stands up slowly, eyes darkening at the sight of someone causing humiliation to his boy.
“Michelle. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He sneers, placing a metal covered hand on the small of Peter’s back. Michelle shoots daggers at him, which would have most terrified, but not Tony. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s suit, pressing his cheek to the cold metal.
“Hi Ned. Good to see you again.”
Ned waves nervously and Tony winks at him.
“You took our boy, Stark.” Michelle accuses, stepping closer to the man in armor. Tony raises his arm, gauntlet ready to fire.
“Take one more step. I dare you.” He spits, ready to launch this brat off the tower.
“Daddy!” Peter cries, stepping in front of his raised arm. In shock, Tony puts his arm down.
“If you want to hurt them,” Peter takes a shaky breath, “You have to hurt me.”
His boy is so brave.
Tony raises his hand to cup Peter’s cheek.
“Peter,” He coos, smooth and sensual. Peter’s eyes turn the color of his, icy blue. He may have lied about no Extremist being in the boy’s system. He’s slipped Peter a few doses over the months, enough to submit him to occasional mind control but not enough to change his appearance.
“You don’t know Michelle. You never have and you never will. I want you to go upstairs, fuck yourself open on your fingers, and get ready for Daddy’s cock.”
Tony lets go of Peter’s face, his eyes turning back to their normal honey brown.
“Okay daddy! I love you.” Peter giggles and kisses Tony’s rough cheek.
“Love you too, princess.” Tony replies as the boy saunters away.
“Now,” He growls as he turns to face Michelle. He grins sinisterly, eyes turning blood red. The arc reactor and accents on his suit do the same, casting a red glow throughout the room.
“Where were we?”
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Chapter 5
You hadn't realized that you had dozed off, your body against his. You woke, disoriented, you knew where you were but had no clue if it was day or night or somewhere in between. That hypnotic scent was heavy on him as the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your head threatened to lull you back to sleep. James's arm was protectively wrapped around your waist, pinning you to him. You shifted slightly, trying to pull yourself free, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, Doll." He said with a yawn, his fangs fully descended as he did, making him look more like the animal he was.
"Is it?" You asked, you needed to get away and the longer you were pressed against him the harder it was.
"No, it's probably evening." He sighed, rubbing his calloused hand over the smooth fabric of your gown. "I need to get up, I have to feed."
"You mean kill." You snapped, finally managing to pull yourself away from him in disgust.
You had slept next to him, next to it, a monster. Then you remembered he had kissed you, and you had enjoyed feeling the way his lips moved against yours. The thought made you want to wretch, you shook your head and stared at the crimson curtain.
"Yes, I will kill." He spat back, pushing himself out of the bed, you didn't bother to look at him. "You think your food better then mine cause you obtain it from a market? Hmm, that you don't feed yourself on the death of something else?"
"I don't eat human!" You shot back, your head whipped around to face him. His eyes glowed as he lean forward on the mattress, his knuckles pressing down under his weight.
"Human, cow, pig, apples, lettuce, makes no difference to me. In order to survive we all ingest something else that at one point had been living, child, it's best you make peace with that." He growled, slowly crawling toward you. The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand on end as he creeped closer. You held your spot refusing to cower away from him, the heat from his body radiating onto you as he closed in.
"There's.. a difference." You breathed leaning back as his torso slid over yours. You tried not to tremble beneath him, fear overriding the scent of his lure.
"Is there?" He whispered, his head lowering to your shoulder, he nudged your head to the side and buried his face in your neck. "Food is food, it's life, how we obtain it or what it comes from is no matter. We live to kill, and to eat, so that we can live and create. It a vicious cycle, and whether or not you want it, you my dear, are a part of it."
"Is that what I am? Food?" You asked, closing your eyes as you felt his lips place a tender kiss on your pulse point. Warmth spread through you at the act, it was dangerous and it was intimate.
"No, you are no food, you are pleasure. One I'd very much like to enjoy." He breathed sending a shiver down your spine, his words leaving a sinful feeling coursing through you like a wild fire.
You closed your eyes, taking deep calming breaths as he continued to nuzzle and places kisses against your skin. You braved your body weight onto one hand that was holding you semi upright, with your free hand you slid it up his bare arm. You didn't stopped till your fingers tangled in his hair, a low growl came from him as his body stiffened from your contact. You bit down on your bottom lip and pulled him back with force, his lip curled into a snarl as he glared at you.
"If you need to feed, then go." You stated, your voice low as you glared back at him.
"Yes, M'Lady." He responded, pulling away from you, your heart hammered in your chest as he removed himself fully from the bed. He had still been naked, that was evidently by the feel of his skin against your bare thigh. What you hadn't notice was he had been aroused, they never taught that in training. Then again they hadn't taught you about ancients, just the ones created.
You heard him dress himself on the other side of the curtain as you took deep breaths. You knew nothing about pures, there hadn't been any literature on them, you hadn't known they had existed until he had stated it. When the team had chose you to go and keep him distracted they had said he was an old one, but you assumed he was like the others you had hunted and killed. The door clicked closed and you finally moved from your spot, looking around the curtain to find the room empty.
Sighing deeply you walked over to the closet in hopes of finding something to wear. Your vision clouded, reminding you that even though you had slept you still weren't one hundred percent better. Your stomach growled as you looked at his clothes, you took the silk gown off, dropping it to the floor at your feet and pulled on one his dark button downs that came to your upper thighs. The unfortunate part was you couldn't find anything to put on your lower half.
Still you walked to the door and opened it, peeking out into the hall. It was empty, maybe the rest of his pack went to feed like he had leaving you alone in the house. Quickly you rushed to the stairs, taking them as fast as you could till you hit the bottom level. The room was empty, your heart thundering as you sprinted across to the partially open door. Someone stepped out from the shadows, snaking his arm around your midsection, lifting you so your feet didn't touch the ground as a hand was clamped over your mouth.
"Trust me, you don't want to go in there." Steve whispered into your ear, pulling you back into the shadows with him. "Foolish girl, that room is for feeding and what you'll find in there is enough to give humans nightmares."
Gently he set you back down to your feet and removed his hands from you. His red eyes still visible even in the shadows as he backed away a bit.
"You must be hungry, I can take you to the kitchen. Wanda has made something to eat." He said softly, he must of blinked cause the glowing red disappeared. You felt him slip his hand into yours and pull you lightly, urging you to follow him.
It took a moment for you to realize the shadow was a hallway, and light breached the end of the darkened tube. He led you into the kitchen, it was large and expertly modeled, cherry cabinets with gold accents, soft recessed overheard lights with a door to the outside along the wall. Steve walked over to the pot on the stove and grabbed a bowl from the counter. He scooped some of the contents from the pot into the bowl before bringing it over to the island and setting it down.
"Please sit." He asked, gesturing towards the bar stool.
"Why are you being nice, I didn't get the impression you cared much when I met you earlier." You stated as you sat on the stool and looked down at the bowl of oatmeal.
"Bucky asked that I look out for you, and so I will. For whatever reason he is enamored with you." He shrugged, you brought a spoonful of the food to you mouth. The hint of apples and cinnamon made your mouth water and stomach growl even louder then it had earlier.
"Why do you call him Bucky?" You asked after savoring the first bite.
"All families have nicknames for each other." He shrugged, looking down at the counter for a moment. "I've know him a long time, been with him through thick and thin. James is to formal of a name, so I shorten his middle name."
"And that is?" You asked with a smile, Steve's eyes shot up and a small grin formed on his face.
"Buchanan." He smirked, leaning forward. "But if he asked how you found out, lie, and tell him Tony told you."
"Okay." You nodded, chuckling lightly.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, walking over to an empty chair and sitting down.
"Well enough, I guess." You shrugged looking around the kitchen.
Your eyes landed on Steve, and for a moment you could almost forget that he wasn't human. He had a boyish charm to him, the way he smile, and he was built like Bucky. Nothing but a solid wall of muscle but he didn't come off as intimidating as his brooding counterpart though.
"Why do your eyes go red?" You asked as you finished your food.
"Because of what I am, all of ours do." He replied, playing with a loose piece of skin on one of his fingers. "Except Bucky's, it's cause we were created and he was born that way."
"Did he create you?" You asked, leaning forward on your elbows watching him.
"Yes, it was a very long time ago. He found me in a back alley, I was sick and dying. Had the crap beat out of me for helping a dame that was being attacked. Then he came to me, told me that he could help."
"And he turned you?" You asked him, your brows knitted together.
"No, I told him to get lost. It wasn't till two nights later that he turn me. I had nothing going for me, skinny kid that could barely breathe. All I had was this need to do the right thing." Steve took a deep breath in. "And that's all I've done since."
"You help people?" You scoffed, giving him a quizzical look. "How?"
"The people I drain, none of them are good people. They prey on others by inflicting pain, they rape and steal and they murder in cold blood." Steve shot back, red started to rim the blue of his eyes. "The people I kill deserve no less then the worst the world has to offer."
"So you play judge, jury and executioner?" You asked simply, trying to keep your breathing even.
"Is that no less then what you have done to us?" James's voice came from behind you, you jumped and looking over your shoulder to him. Blue eyes pinning you to your spot as he walked into the kitchen the rest of the way. "Thank you for keeping her company, punk. I got this."
"Whatever you say Buck, she seems feisty." Steve replied smirking but his eyes were on you, the red fading quickly.
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Party Princess // Sweet Pea x Reader (ft ex! Reggie)
Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, partying, making out
Prompt: @sluttyforsweetpea : Hi! I’d like to make a request for a writing prompt if it’s not any trouble. Can you do no. 60 (If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me.) with Sweet Pea.
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Word count: 2,000
Reggie Mantle’s parties were known for being the loudest, wildest, and most regrettable in the whole town, of course, this never stopped anyone from attending. Tonight lived up to its legacy as you walked in and immediately felt the bass thump throughout your body and saw people making out in any dark corner they could find.
It didn’t take long for your wandering eyes eventually landed on Sweet Pea. He was a transfer from Southside High, and you had the pleasure of being the one to sure him and his friends around on their first day. That day, you walked into school, determined to show him, along with the others, that Riverdale was more than stuck up snobs who hated anyone that wasn’t like them. That was until he opened his mouth.
“We don’t need your pity, princess.” He said condescendingly, smirking at your extended hand after you had introduced yourself to him and two other transfers. The smaller Serpent with pink colored hair jabbed him in the ribs and shook your hand.
“I’m sorry about him, he gets angry when he hasn’t had his nap. I’m Toni.” She gave you a warm smile. You gave them the tour of the school, trying to resist going off on him as he teasingly asked you where the best make-out spots were. You were definitely less than excited when you saw that your schedules were nearly identical.
But that was a few weeks ago and since then you two had warmed up to each other, almost suspiciously so. He got on your nerves and always made jokes about you being privileged and pretentious, but also took it upon himself to make racy comments anytime you wore anything remotely revealing and brush his fingers on your thigh during class.
You were drawn out of your hormonal flashback as you heard Toni calling your name. You made your way over to Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea, maneuvering past the crowd of dancing bodies. You finally you reached the group, greeting them with a smile, but before could even open your mouth to say hi, Sweet Pea already something to say.
“Wow, didn’t know little miss perfect went to parties like this?” He teased, eyebrow raised as he sipped his drink. Normally you would have retorted that you weren’t perfect or point out that this was a Northside party, but something about the way the music and alcohol running through your body made you want to screw with him a little bit.
“Reg and I go way back, it’d basically be a sin if I didn’t show up.” You said nonchalantly, loving the confused looks on the Serpents’ faces. Sweet Pea, in particular, seemed the most surprised waving his hands to stop you, almost spilling his drink.
“Woah woah woah. You and Reggie were a thing?” He was leaned forward in anticipation, brows knitted together, lips slightly agape in disbelief. Something about the way he was letting his emotions show so plainly on his face a devilish smile dance its way onto yours.
“I never said that. ” You shrugged your shoulders. He wasn’t wrong, technically. You and Reggie had been on and off last year before deciding it was better to just end it. It wasn’t anything serious and you two remained friends with no hard feelings. “It was a casual fling like a million years ago.” You understated and felt arms snake around your shoulders.
“It was literally last year and I was your first.” You turned to see the topic of conversation, making kissy faces at you as he said the second part. You laughed and shrugged him off of you. “Hey, you need a drink.” He gestured to your almost empty cup.
“Whatever inflates your ego, Reg. And you’re right, I do.” You let him lead you to the kitchen, completely missing the pissed look on Pea’s face. You and Reggie chatted for a little before he left to play in a “life or death” match of beer pong with the rest of the basketball team.
You sat on the counter, watching everyone dance, directing a few green faces to the restrooms and scooting over to let people view the variety of drinks people had brought. Eventually, Toni walked up to you and hopped up onto the counter.
“You know, I think it’s really cool that you’re friends with your ex.” She said and gazed up at you to gauge your reaction. If you were slightly more sober you’d be able to tell she was sent over to gather information, but unfortunately, your vision remained a little blurry and the ground still wavered a touch under your feet.
You laughed and leaned your head on the cabinets above you. “I mean, I don’t even know if I’d consider him an ex, like we’ve been friends since forever and yeah we made out, had sex a few times but we weren’t ever official before we cut it off. I don’t even know why I’m telling you so much, I’m sorry.” You giggled into your cup, finished the rest of it and grabbed a water bottle.
“Wow, and you’re able to control your drinking, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with such balance in their life!” The girl said dramatically, making you laugh. “Looks like your BFF is back. See you around.” She slugged your shoulder and walked back to her friends
You could tell by the look on Reg’s face that they had lost. And pretty badly, based on the way he nearly stumbled into the fridge on his way over to you. “Tough game?” You asked and handed him a water.
“The toughest!” He said, a little too loudly, slurring the words together as he opened the drink. “They were making them left and right and all the guys were like ‘Reggie! You got this!’ but honest Y/N… I didn’t and there was this hot girl there and she saw me miss like the easiest shots.” He said with immense excitement and emotion.
Reggie reminded you of a little kid when he was drunk, getting worked up over the littlest things. “Sounds terrible, bud.” You patted his back and he leaned his head on your shoulder. “You know how you’re like the bestest best friend, ex-girlfriend ever and would do anything for me?” he batted his lashes, trying to seem innocent.
You found your eyes wandering around, catching on Sweet Pea’s, the boy was staring at you from across the room, with a look you couldn’t decipher. Chills went down your spine as you thought about how long he was looking at you like that. “What do you want?�� You said playfully bitter, shrugging your friend off your shoulder, suddenly hyper-aware of how affectionate you were being.
“Come dance with meeee.” He drew out the last word as he dragged you to your feet and to the living room being used as a dancefloor before you could even protest. He grabbed your hands and swung them back and forth, spun you, dipped you, practically did anything he could to convince you to move on your own.
The two of you danced and laughed together for what felt like ages before a bump and grind song came on. Your hips slowed to the beat, dancing without a care. Reggie put his hands on your hips, you smiled and watched him change his own rhythm to match the music. However, your time was short lived before you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You turned around to see Sweet Pea practically glaring down at you. “We need to talk.” He declared, dragging you off the dancefloor. You heard Reggie encouraging you to ‘get it’ from where you left him. You rolled your eyes at his suggestive comment and yanked your arm away from your captor. “What the hell is your problem, Pea?” You said in a hushed, but angry tone.
“Oh, my problem? What about your problem? You know he’s obviously trying to get in your pants, right?” The Serpent accused, crossing his arms over his puffed out chest. However, his demeanor changed from annoyed to mischievous before you could even blink, as he took steps forward. “Although, I’m sure you did know that, I saw you look at me right before you two started dancing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
You backed up, trying to get more space between you two, something about him made you not able to think straight. Probably his cologne. You decided as you back collided with the wall. You and Reggie using each other to make others jealous was definitely not unheard of, but there was no way you had been doing that just now.
“Oh my god, keep dreaming! You know nothing about Reggie and I’s friendship. Hell, you didn’t even know we were friends until, what? Three hours ago?” You snapped back, advancing forward until you were almost flush the boy’s chest. You didn’t realize how close you were until your hand brushed his when you tried to push him out of your way, which failed, of course.
“E-Either way it doesn’t matter, because it’s really none of your business.” You stated, your voice wavering. The look in his eyes changed, the glint that was there previous left and was filled was a newer darkness that made your knees weak.
Again, you felt yourself being whisked away, down a hall and to your left, to what you know was the bathroom. A small line of people shouted in protest was the door slammed and locked by Sweet Pea. “Let’s cut the shit, Princess. I’ve been flirting with you since I got to this stupid school and I can’t take it anymore so you need to tell me right here, right now if you and Reggie are boning.” He declared.
Your heart raced as you shook your head. Your mouth opened to formally answer his question but his serpent jacket was already on the floor and his mouth was already on yours before you could even get a syllable out. Your surprised moan got lost on his lips as you also began to instinctively shed layers.
His hands were immediately placed just under your shirt, resting on your hips, pulling you closer. Yours were more ravenous as they explored, tugged and ruined his hair. He tasted like mint and alcohol and smelled like gasoline and cologne and felt like heaven. You were so absorbed in his… everything when Toni busted in.
“I so called it!” Her excited voice caused you two to jump apart. “I knew the second you said you were friends with Reggie, there was no way Pea would be able to last another day without… this!” She gestured to your shirt askew and his hair sticking up in every direction. “Fangs owes me like twenty bucks now, so thanks, but, FP says he needs us at the Wyrm ASAP. So wrap it up and fix yourself.” She rambled before closing the door behind her.
Sweet Pea removed his hands from your body and took a step back to fully process everything that was happening. You? You just leaned against the counter and admired your work. Your lip gloss was smeared on his now swollen lips, his hair was a mess, and his cheeks were a few shades darker. You were certain you looked just as bad, if not worse.
He began to frantically grab his stuff, now nervous and panicked. “Wait, you’re really gonna leave, just like that?” You asked, a sting of pain in your heart.
“Oh baby, you’re insane if you think we’re not doing this again.” He said, kissing your lips with a smile before walking out the door.
AN: I wrote this while waiting for my illegally downloaded Spiderman to finish downloading onto my flashdrive so this is the work of a criminal but ANYWAY I honestly had to much fun writing Reggie omg sorry also this took so long for me to actually post omg sorry pt 2.
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Tension - B.B.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
For @gaybybirth 's 10k writing challenge 🌹 (Congrats again Molly, you deserve all the love 💞)
Promt: 26: “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”
Word count: 2,969
Genre: Fluff, Smut! 18+ only! [Oral (m receiving), riding]
Ever since you started working as an assassin for SHIELD, it was your dream to become a Part of the Avengers. And when only 6 month in, Fury introduced you to the one and only Tony Stark, it didn't took much time for you to convince him to add you to the team.
It would be more than an understatement to say you were excited when you moved into the Avengers tower and met everyone else. They were all really nice to you, even though you practically stuttered through you first day because of how nervous you were. You still managed to make friends with everyone, and now, a year later, they've basically became your family. You loved every single one of them, but one Person especially caught your attention. And that would be the metal-armed soldier.
In the back of your head, you always felt something for him. In the beginning, you believed it would just be admiration. He was an extremely attractive, polite guy. Who wouldn't feel at least a little attracted to him?
But then you spend a day at the gym with him. It wasn't the first time, but you usually had earplugs with music in to concentrate on your workout. You forgot them that day, thinking it would be alright. But then you heard Buckys deep groaning and heavy breaths, making you almost loose balance on your exercise bike. You felt heat rush trough you with every stressed moan that left his lips in such a sinful way that made even more sweat break out on your forehead.
Since then, you noticed even the smallest sexual things he did. Just his groans as he stretched while his shirt lifted slightly, making his prominent V-lines and the small patch of hair disappearing into his pants visible, it was enough to leave you clench your thighs together. You felt bad, he was your work partner. It was bad to think of him in the ways you did.
But then things changed completely. It started with you noticing Buckys stare while you were eating a Banana, in a completely non-sexual manner. As he realized you noticed his staring, he quickly looked away. A soft pink covered his cheeks while he shifted uncomfortably. A knowing grin spread on your face. You turned him on just as much as he turned you on.
After that, it became kind of like a battle between you two. He must have realized how thirsty you were over him as well as he made sure his work out noises were louder and more erotic like before; he was full on moaning and whimpering whenever you were around. But two could play this game. You stopped counting the times you bend down infront of his face or when you 'accidentally' pressed your butt in his crotch. The rest of the team was oblivious to this as you always acted like you always did around each other. None of you dared to actually talk to the other one about what was going on. But after months of him almost cumming in his pants from staring at you whenever you ate a phallus-shaped food, you've had enough.
It was the night of a charity event Tony hosted ever so often. You still couldn't believe how some people in the media could actually call him selfish, he was a really genuine person. You wouldn't be here without him.
You knew Bucky wasn't a big fan of these parties, but Tony always insisted that the whole team would show up. Thankfully, you thought, as you finally wanted to make a move on Bucky. You had bought a dress especially for this occasion. A black one, backless and not too long, with such a low neckline that left little to the imagination.
Finishing up your make up and hair, you took a look in the mirror. Your legs looked amazing with the complimenting heels, and the dark red lipstick made your lips look even more pouty than before. You smiled at yourself, confidence filling your nerves. You looked amazing.
"Are you ready in there?" Wanda called from outside your door, stepping inside. You grinned at her as her jaw almost hit the floor. "Damn! Where does all the Sexyness come from? I mean you always looked great but wow!" You rolled your eyes at her compliments, smiling. "You wanna impress someone with that?" She asked, a knowing grin on her face. You shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see how i goes." With that you linked your arms with hers, making your way to the elevator to join the party 2 floors below.
As soon as you entered the room, Wanda left your side as she spotted Vision. You took a breath, your eyes wandering across the room to find your friends. "Y/N!" A voice suddenly called, Sam walking towards you. "You look amazing, girl!" He grinned, his eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You chose to ignore his compliments; he was flirting with almost every girl he saw, it was his way of expressing kindness. "Where's the Rest?" You asked him, your eyes still searching through the crowd. Sam pointed into one direction before helping you squeeze trough the crowds of formally dressed people. As you finally spotted your friends, you were relieved to see Bucky was also there. "There she is!" Natascha called as soon as she saw you, pulling you in for a hug. "You look great!" "Thanks, you too!" You complimented her back before you turned to Bucky. A grin spread on your face as you saw his reaction. His eyes were wide open, his jaw a little slack as he eyed you up and down. As his gaze found yours you bit your lip, smiling. He blinked a couple times before gulping, turning away to take a sip of his Scotch.
Got him.
The rest of the evening consisted of him almost constantly staring at you from his spot by the bar while you walked around the room and talked to different people. It annoyed you that he didn't say anything. So you'd have to do that yourself as well.
As your current conversation ended, you turned to look at Bucky across the room. He quickly looked away, pretending like he hadn't been staring at you the whole time. He kept his gaze away as you approached him, taking the spot beside him before ordering a Martini. Neither you nor Bucky said anything for a while as you just nipped on your drinks. You were tired of your games. So you turned to him, noticing his cheeks immediately flushing, his glass between his lips. "So, are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" Your sudden boldness made him almost choke on his drink before he turned to you, a horrified look on his face. "What?" "Don't play dumb on me, Barnes. Our little game was fun and all, but it's getting on my nerves. I know you want me just as much as I want you." You kept a serious expression as his face went completely red. "I-I don't know what you're-what you mean, I-" You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh.
"You're seriously gonna play this card? Right after you were practically undressing me with your eyes since the second you first saw me in this dress?" He wouldn't meet your gaze as he kept his eyes on the glass in his hands, his jaw clenching. At least he wasn't denying it anymore. Your lips curled into a small smile as you leaned over to him, steadying yourself on his thigh. You felt his muscles stiffen under your palm as you lent to his ear. "If you actually want to get me out of this dress and fuck me, I'll be in my room." You left him without another word, heading towards the elevator. You told Tony you weren't feeling well on your way, needing a reason to leave the party.
Back in your room, you got rid of your earrings and bracelets. They would just be in the way, you thought to yourself. You sat down against the soft cushions, excited about what was about to happen. But that excitement sank with every passing minute Bucky hasn't joined you. Panic began to risen: Didn't he feel the way you thought? Did you make a complete fool of yourself?
Ready to leave the room to die in embarrassment, you suddenly heard a soft knock on the door before Bucky stepped in. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark. You smiled at him. "What took you so long?" He got rid of his tie and jacket, laying them over your small armchair. "Couldn't stand up for a solid 3 minutes after you said that to me." His hand gestured to the very obvious tent in his jeans. You bit your lip as you stared at his crotch. That you actually could work him up so much with simple words excited you. "So you're finally gonna take what you want?" You asked teasingly, looking up at him as innocent as possible. He growled at that, stepping closer as he took your chin between his fingers, tilting it up to meet your gaze. "I sure am, doll." He grinned devilish.
It only took a second for him to be on top of you, his lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. He groaned as you tugged on his long locks carefully, his eyes closing. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long." He confessed before biting his lip, looking down at you hungrily. A smirk formed on your face. "So? Stop talking and do something." You swear you could see his pupils dilate as he growled, head dipping down to nip on the sensitive skin of your neck. Your eyes closed as a sigh left your lips, turning into a moan as you felt his flesh hand move up your thigh, under your dress. He gently squeezed your ass, causing you to rub yourself up against his bulge. Shaky moans left both your mouths as he pressed against you, moving you against him.
"Bucky." You moaned softly, hearing him groan against your neck where he was still leaving small hickeys. "Buck, come on. I'm sick of the teasing." That caused him chuckle. "Really that desperate, doll?" He kept rolling his hips down against yours, watching in amusement as you grew impatient. Quickly, you swung your leg around him and pushed your weight against him. That took him by suprise as he was now beneath you with you directly on his crotch. Now it was your turn to grin down at him as you moved your hips in circles. You watched as his head fell back, his hands falling to your hips as his eyes closed.
They quickly shot open as you raised your dress over your head, a groan leaving Bucky at your exposed breasts. "You're so beautiful." He spoke, making you blush slightly. You quickly popped the buttons of his dress shirt open, helping him shed it off. Your lips found his exposed torso, leaving kisses on his impressive muscles and the scars where metal met skin.
Slowly, you made your way down his body. Kissing your way down his abs and his happy trail, stopping at the top of his pants to look up at him. His breathing was heavy, his gaze not leaving you. You bit your lip before popping his pants open, sliding them down his legs. Your eyes fell to the impressive bulge in his tight, black underwear. You pulled the last remaining piece of clothing off him, immediately taking him into your mouth. You've waited long enough for this.
Buckys eyes immediately rolled into the back of his head, his back lifting itself slightly off the sheets as a deep groan left him. "Jesus Y/N, warn a guy." He chuckled, quickly turning into a moan as you sucked on his sensitive tip. "Jesus Christ." He whimpered, eyes shut tightly as pleasure filled his veins. You kept concentrating on the head of his cock, your hand slowly pumping the rest of it as you watched him fall apart. The wetness between your legs grew by the second. Seeing him in this state was even better than your imagination.
"Babygirl, you gotta stop. I really don't want to cum like this." Bucky said, voice broken as he tried to pull you off him gently. You let go off him with a pop, crawling back up his body. Your lips found his again, your tongues immediately battling for dominance. As he tried to get you beneath him, you pushed against him to keep him down. "You're not the one in charge right now, Buck." You teased, keeping him from protesting as you leaned off him to take your panties off. His eyes immediately fell to the Glistening between your legs as he swallowed thickly. He was sure he has never been this turned on before; his mind was clouded with pleasure while his body practically screamed for you.
Since you didn't want to wait anymore, you reached inside your bedside drawer to fish a Condom out. Bucky simply watched as you ripped it open, still in disbelief that this was really happening. That the girl he has been dreaming of is there, naked infront of him, about to have sex with him. He was brought back to reality as you rolled the condom onto him, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.
"Hey, you sure about this?" You asked him, caressing his thigh carefully. You noticed that his thoughts were a little off, and you wanted to make sure he was still on board. He quickly nodded. "Still can't believe this is really happening, that's all." He added honestly, making you smile.
You swung your leg back over his hips, reaching behind you to take his dick into your hand and guide it between your folds. A content sigh left his lips as he felt your wetness. Slowly, you sunk down on him, groaning as he stretched you in the most perfect way. "Fuck, you feel amazing." Bucky moaned, eyes closed as his hands gripped your hips. Once he bottomed out, you waited a second to adjust to him. You felt his fingers caress your skin and you smiled at the gesture. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and dropped down again as you both moaned in unison. You circled your hips and moved up and down, falling into a quick rythm. His hands were tight at your side as he tried to meet your thrust, quiet moans and groans leaving his lips as you rode him. "Shit, wait a second." He suddenly said, making you stop your movements immediately. "Did i do something wrong?" You asked, concerned. He shook his head. "You're going too fast. I've been dreaming about this, i want this to last." He slightly nudged your hip, and this time you let him roll the two of you over.
Bucky lifted your legs around his waist, his metal hand staying on your thigh as he thrusted into you at a slow pace. Shaky moans left both your lips before he leaned down, his mouth finding yours. In this moment you realized this wasn't meaningless fucking; it was making love.
Bucky kept his slow but pleasing pace, shifting his hips every now and then to graze against your g-spot. The room was filled with quiet moans, heavy breaths and kissing noises. You knew you could spend the rest of your life like this, with the man of your dreams, slowly thrusting himself into you in the most loving way.
The knot in your stomach built slowly, almost sneakily. You felt Buckys thrusts get a little faster as he slowly lost control, searching his release. "Shit, James." You sighed in pleasure. His name on your lips made him completely loose it as his hips snapped against yours. You cried out as his metal hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. "I'm so close Buck, fuck." You warned, head thrown back as you felt yourself clench around him. "Cum for me, babygirl, come on." He spoke between gritted teeth, dangerously close to his release.
Your orgasm rushed over you as you bit his right shoulder, silencing your screams as your walls contracted around Bucky. He followed quickly after, his lower lip between his teeth, silencing his moans as he spilled into the condom. After a couple more thrusts, he let his weight drop onto you. The both of you were breathing heavily, sweat covering your bodies.
"Wow." Bucky said after a couple seconds of silence in which you tried to catch your breaths. You let out a chuckle, agreeing. "Better than i could've ever imagine." You added, feeling Bucky smile against your neck. He slowly lifted himself back up, pecking your lips before sliding out of you to drop down beside you. He got rid of the condom, tying it before throwing it away. He pulled you to him, making you cuddle up to his side before he reached for the duvet to cover the both of you. For a couple minutes, you just enjoyed the silence between the two of you. You could hear his heart beating against your ear, making you smile against his skin.
"So...what now?" Bucky suddenly asked. You lifted your head to look at him, confused. "What do you mean?" "With us. I mean-I don't want this to be one time thing." He spoke, nervous about your reaction. But his expression softened again as he saw the soft smile on your face. "I don't want that either. I've wanted this for far too long." He grinned down at you, nodding in agreement. This was only the beginning.
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