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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Tipsy

18+ minors dni

college Bucky x college reader (Steve’s sister)

A/N: Untouched AU; A tiny bit of alcohol and a whole lot of Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend can’t keep his hands off you. Time to sneak away from the party! Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, FLUFFFF

Word count: 3.9k

Also from this au: Tongue Twister, Date Night

You made your way through the crowd, occasionally swaying along to the music, the alcohol giving you a nice buzz as you attempted to find your friends lost in the sea of people.

“Hey pretty lady” A warm hand grasped you, pulling you into the coat closet, closing it and pinning you against the door. “You’re making it really hard for me to keep my hands to myself when you’re in this tiny dress, swaying those hips around”

“Is that so, you know my friends keep telling me about this really hot guy they saw at the party with dark brown hair, blue eyes and lips nice enough to sit on, wonder if they were talking about you, hm?” You let your finger trace down his perfect nose down to his pouty lips, yelping when he bit your finger.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he smirked down at you, his hands caressing your thighs, while trailing kisses down your neck.

“Can we go upstairs?” Bucky slipped his hands between your thighs, gripping the soft flesh, his fingers ghosting over your panties making you gasp before pulling his hand away.

“How can you ditch your own party” You cocked an eyebrow, one hand resting on the door handle, the other grasping his shirt, pulling him closer having an internal debate with yourself. You knew your friends would look for you but the second his hands were on you, your body was screaming for him. Your lips brushed against his neck as he groaned, his cock stiff, desperate for you.

“Teechnically, its Sam’s party, he’s just having it at my place. C’mon babydoll, just for a little bit, no one will even notice we’re gone” He pressed his hard length against you, making you whimper, his hands grabbing your ass, nipping and sucking little bruises onto your neck. “You look so fucking sexy baby” Bucky’s warm breath fanned on your face as he pressed you against the door. The alcohol made him feel warm and fuzzy and he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, hear you moan for him. He’d managed to keep his hands to himself for most of the night but his self-restraint was gone at this point.

Bucky nuzzled his face in your neck, rubbing his face in as your breaths got heavier. “Please baby, don’t you want my cock to fill you up, I promise I’ll be gentle princess, just for a little bit, need to feel you” His voice was muffled as he started getting needier, trailing kisses along your jaw, smashing his lips onto yours. Your back arched, pressing your chest to his, fisting his shirt to bring him closer. You pulled back for air, looking at his lust blown eyes, his forehead resting on yours.

“Fuck me James”

You squealed, everything turning upside down, suddenly finding yourself dangling off Bucky’s shoulder. He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing you and throwing you like a ragdoll, smirking as he felt you squirm in his hold. “Bucky! Put me down, I can walk!”

“Shh, you’re mine baby, not wasting another second”

Bucky grinned having your ass right by his face, spanking it and kissing the sting as you huffed; he opened the closet door, quickly making his way through the crowd and up the stairs to his room. As soon he got to his room, Bucky locked the door, throwing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing. You bounced landing back on his pillows, giggling giving him grabby hands. Bucky shook his head, taking a minute to admire you before loving the way you looked sprawled on his bed.

“Bucckkyy, come here,” You pouted at him while his eyes raked up and down your body, swallowing thickly. Your dress left little to the imagination and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to leave it on or have you completely bare. “Baby, pleeaase, want you”

Bucky crawled on top of you, slotting himself between your legs making your dress ride up. You gasped feeling his clothed cock grind down onto your soaked panties, the friction giving you a taste of what you needed but not enough. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders, pulling him down, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Bucky groaned, rubbing himself harder on you, his cock starting to throb, the tightness in his pants borderline painful. “Fuck angel, could cum just like this”

You giggled, wrapping your legs around him, pushing your needy pussy against him making him whine when he felt his cock throb again. “Shit- it almost hurts baby, cocks so fucking hard for you” His hands gripped your hips holding you still, while your hands slipped up his t-shirt, sighing contently feeling the warmth of his skin.

“I want to feel you Bucky” You tugged at his shirt as Bucky sat back on his feels, gazing down at you, watching you fumble with his t-shirt, loving the little bit if shyness that still lingered in you as you hesitated to pull it off.

“Take what off baby?” Bucky cocked his head to the side, taking your hands in his, pinning them above you as he smirked.

“Ugh, Bucky take it all off-” He shook his head bringing his face down to your ear making you shiver, whispering “I’m yours doll, show me how you want me”

You bit your lip, letting the buzz of the alcohol give you a boost of confidence as you sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. You pulled his t-shirt off, quickly working at the button and zipper of his jeans right after. You grabbed the waistband, tugging both his jeans and boxers down, slightly stumbling as you pulled them off his legs, leaving Bucky bare before you. Something about you still having your dress on while he was completely naked made you feel giddy, your heart racing watching the way his cock throbbed, the tip glistening with his arousal.

“Fuck me, you look so hot” Your fingers traced down his face, ghosting over his chest, and down his abs. You carefully traced a finger from the tip of his cock, causing Bucky to whine, his hips bucking up as you continued down to his balls, stopping and looking up at him.

“What is it baby?”

“I- um….I read something I- it’s supposed to make you feel good” You toyed with his balls as you blushed, loving the small whimpers slipped through Bucky’s lips. “Only if you’re okay with it”

“I trust you babygirl, play with my cock” Bucky smirked at you as you held his heavy cock in your hand, stroking him slowly.

Bucky’s breath hitched as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth, lapping up all his arousal before swirling your tongue around his swollen head. Bucky groaned, his head thrown back against the pillows as you started to take him a little deeper. You could feel his muscles tense, struggling not to thrust into your mouth. He grasped at his sheets, as you continued your ministrations; sweat beading at his forehead, his balls already full of cum.

“Fuck, just like that baby, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth angel”

You could feel your thighs sticky with slick, wetness soaking your thong each time Bucky moaned, his back nearly arching off the bed, his legs spreading further apart for you. You pulled of his cock with a pop, stroking it slowly in your hand while your tongue trailed down the shaft, tracing a line down his balls before taking them in your mouth.

“OH fuck, yes baby, yes, take my balls in your mouth- ah fuck, please y/n-, soak them babydoll, your tongue feels so fucking good”

You could feel Bucky’s legs squirm as you let your tongue trace and swirl around him, squeezing your thighs together, your clit throbbing over the whimpering mess he was, stroking his cock faster.

“Fuck doll, fuck faster baby, so good feels so, so good, you’re gonna make me cum”

Your head dipped down further, spreading his legs just a little bit more, your tongue licking and pressing against the spot right under his balls. Your hand focused on the tip of his cock pressing your tongue against his perineum harder, moving it in tight circles as Bucky cried out. He didn’t have any time to process anything that was happening; pleasure surged through his body, his cock throbbing, cum bursting out of his cock making a mess all over his abs and chest.

“Y/N FUCK I- cumming fuck I’m c-cumming so h-hard fuck- oh god- please baby, fuck it’s so much cum, how is there so much baby”

You continued to lick and press your tongue on him, lazily stroking his cock as he kept moaning, his body thrashing on the bed, twitching at your touch. You sat up with an innocent smile on your face, loving the mess Bucky made all over himself, the thin sheen of sweat that covered his body, cum covering his chest and abs as he panted, looking at you with glassy eyes. Bucky could have sworn his soul had left his body as he watched you crawl up to his chest, licking up every bit of cum and swallowing, continuing down his abs, completely cleaning him.

“Where- where the fuck did you learn th-that”

You giggled, your face flushing as Bucky ran his hand down your back, slipping a hand under your dress to squeeze your ass.

“I read it online, it said that spot was sensitive. Did it feel good baby, was it too much?”

“Never too much, felt so fucking good, you have no idea angel”

Bucky grinned as you stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back. He nuzzled against your hand, kissing your palm, before rolling on top of you. “Now it’s my turn my naughty baby”

You gave him a quizzical look, squealing when he reached up your dress, ripping your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in his room. He laid on his back again, grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle him. His hands skimmed up and down your thighs, smirking as he felt your soaked core drenching his stomach.

“You know want I wanna do now?”

You blinked at Bucky, your face warming up as he gripped your waist, dragging you up his body, your pussy inches away from his face.

“Look at this pretty fucking pussy” Bucky groaned at the way you were on full display for him, he could smell how aroused you were. Your folds were soaked, clit swollen and desperate for him. Bucky’s eyes roamed over your body, loving the way a strap from your dress and fallen off your shoulder, your lipstick slightly smeared, eyeliner smudged from taking his cock deep in your mouth. You could feel his breath against you, whimpering as he flicked his tongue over your clit, teasing you.

“Keep this on for me angel” Bucky bunched your dress up a bit higher, pulling you right above his face.

“C’mere, sit on my face babygirl”

You hesitated, your muscles tensing, not wanting to let your full weight down on him, holding onto the headboard for support.

“Are you sure-OH FUCK!

Before you could finish, Bucky pulled you down, immediately running his tongue through your folds, drinking and lapping every bit of your arousal he could get. Bucky could feel your legs tremble, holding yourself back as you bit your lip, eyes screwed shut trying to keep your moans down.

“The music is turned all the way up baby, you can be as loud as you want, scream for me y/n”

“OH GOD BABY DON’T STOP, feels so good Bucky”

Bucky latched onto your clit, suckling and moaning as your thighs squeezed around his head, loving the way you threw your head back crying out.

“Right there B-Bucky, fuck, please, right f-fucking there!”

His lips gently pulled on your clit, his tongue swirling as you struggled to keep your hips from bucking against his face, your hand flying to his hair tugging, burying him deeper in your needy pussy.

“Grind your pussy on me, use me babygirl, ride my face”

You started grinding your hips against his mouth, right on the edge of your orgasm as you held onto his hair tighter, loving how he moaned louder each time you tugged.

“M’ so fucking close baby, so close, please, gonna cum”

Bucky dipped his tongue into your entrance, groaning at the way it clenched, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go, moaning at your taste.

“Cum for me y/n, fuck you taste so good”

He moved back to suck your clit, adding a little more pressure as he felt your body shake, brining one hand to pull your boobs out of your dress, pinching your nipples. Your whines became higher pitched as you trembled around him, your clit throbbing, walls fluttering and clenching around as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Baby, I- fuck Buckyy, BUCKY!-

Bucky held you in place, continuing to gently lick your through your high before letting you fall against him, nuzzled into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as your body convulsed in his hold, the shocks of your orgasm never ending.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful angel”

You giggled as you snuggled against him, kissing his chest.

“You’re beautiful Bucky”

“Not like you y/n” Bucky sat up, pulling you with him. He looked to you before tugging down the zipper of your dress, pulling if off you in one swift motion. You still felt a little shy as his eyes trailed down your body, pulling him to lie on top of you, sighing happily; the warmth of his skin and the slight buzz of alcohol made you feel like you were floating. Bucky caressed your face, looking at you with heart eyes,

“You have no idea how lucky I am bubba”

“Why’s that Buck”

“I have the prettiest, sweetest, *kiss* nicest, *kiss* kindest, smartest, sexiest, perfect girl, my pretty angel,*kiss*. Oh! Also you smell nice, soft skin, so warm, so cuddly,*kiss*” He paused for a moment, shyly giggling to himself before coming down to whisper in your ear “you make me really horny, your body is perfect and your beautiful and I love your eyes,*kiss* and nose,*kiss* and…

You giggled, nuzzling your nose with his as he continued to list things, kissing you between each thought, interrupting his own rambling.

“Someone’s drunk”

“M’ not drunk, just so in lo-…” Bucky paused for a moment, deciding to hold back his feelings for a different moment, unsure if you felt the same way. “You make me really happy y/n” Smooth James.

“You make me happy too baby, James I-I lo-I like you, so much”

You didn’t want to scare Bucky off, figuring you’d wait a little longer before telling him how you really felt about him. You felt your eyes sting, swallowing the lump in your throat as tears threatened to spill out, now is not the time to be emotional y/n, get it together. Bucky smiled, his thumb brushing the tear that trailed down your face.

“Never met anyone else like you” His lips brushed against yours as you parted your mouth letting your tongues tangle, exploring each other. His breaths started getting heavier again feeling your bare body pressed against him, his full weight on top of you. He laced his hands with yours, continuing to gently kiss you, lost in the feeling of your soft lips, the little whimpers that slipped out, loving the way your tongue felt with his.

You gasped, feeling Bucky’s cock stir against your thigh, looking up at him with a mix of love and lust. You parted your legs slightly, letting his cock slide in between your folds, coating him in your slick. Bucky groaned, squeezing your hands in his, colleting himself for a moment.

“We don’t need to do more if you’re tired doll, we can just cuddle-

“I’m not tired baby, are you?”

Bucky shook his head, pinning your hands firmly against the bed as he started to suck your neck, his hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock nudging your clit making you whine under him.

“Tell me what you want angel”

“Just need to feel all of you baby, fuck you feel so good”

You wanted to feel him so badly; the buzz of the alcohol gave you another little boost of confidence as you wiggled your hands out of his hold, pushing onto his shoulders so you could be on top of him. You clambered on top of his thick thighs, straddling him, your heart racing. Bucky bit his lip, as you rutted yourself against his length, peeking up at him through your lashes.

“What do you want babygirl, rubbing yourself on my cock like that, such a dirty girl all for me”

“Wanna ride you Bucky”

Bucky’s breath shuddered as he nodded, holding his cock, helping you line up with him. You placed your hands on his chest, slowly sinking down onto his length, pausing as you felt the burn of his cock stretching you.

“You okay babydoll?” Bucky held your hips, holding you in place, fighting himself not to thrust up into you “Does it hurt angel?

You nodded, biting your lip, your brows furrowed as you continued to take his cock, throwing your head back as you bottomed out.

“So fucking big Bucky, can feel you stretching me”

You stayed still for a moment, feeling Bucky’s cock throb inside you, the tip already leaking with cum as your walls clenching and squeezed him.

“F-fuck y/n you’re so tight shit-” Bucky had to take a deep breath, it was too much for him, you naked on top, squirming over his size, already milking him without even moving.

You slowly started to move up and down, the burn fading into pleasure as you tried to find a comfortable pace.

“Am-am I doing okay?” You swallowed thickly, as you continued to ride him, hoping it felt good for him.

“You’re doing perfect baby, God you look so fucking beautiful riding my cock, don’t stop y/n. You look so fucking gorgeous when you’re on top”

“Bucky stoppp” You whined, your face flushing, burying your face in his neck as he smirked, pulling you up again. “C’mon baby, I want to see your pretty face when you bounce on me”

Bucky gripped your ass, gently guiding you up and down his length, his cock swelling at the way your face contorted each time his tip kissed your cervix. “How does that feel baby, does it feel good?”

“S’good Bucky, feels so good” You started to feel a little more confident, rocking your hips, bouncing faster “Fuck, stretch me Bucky”

Bucky moaned loving the way your breasts bounced each time you came down; your words making his cock twitch, his hips involuntarily starting to meet yours, gently fucking up into you, still holding back, not wanting to hurt you. Your legs trembled as you started to tire out, slowing your pace, falling onto his chest, panting. You needed him.

“Buckyyy…” He could feel hot puffs of air on his neck as you caught your breath.

“Are you okay y/n, did you want to stop?”

“Fuck me James, please, hard baby, fuck me till I’m sore”

No more holding back, Bucky growled, wrapped his arms around you and pinning you under him, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace.

“FUCK JAMES YES! Don’t stop, please baby, don’t stop, don’t stop”

“Th-that’s right baby- fuck you’re so tight- let me hear how good I make you feel”

You clawed at his back, wrapping your legs around him your orgasm ready to wash over you any second as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You like that baby, you love how my thick cock fills you up?”

You couldn’t get words out, nodding and moaning as you clenched around him, your walls fluttering, arousal nearly gushing out of you. Bucky groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he felt cum already leaking from his cock, holding off his orgasm, desperate to have you finish first.

“You gotta cum baby, I can’t, I can’t last when you feel like this, please cum baby, please please”

Bucky slowed his movements to a filthy grind, pressing into you, the trimmed hair at his hilt rubbing against your clit, his nose nuzzling against yours as he looked into your eyes, nearly sobbing as you squeezed around his cock. “Cum y/n please baby girl, m’already leaking so much, my cock is throbbing baby, so full of cum it hurts”

His hand trailed between your bodies as he started to play with your clit making your cry out and he picked his pace up again. Your muscles tensed as your heart rate picked up as your orgasm crashed over you.

“JAMES FUCK”

You dug your heels into Bucky’s ass, desperately pulling him closer as he continued to fuck you through your high, your orgasm immediately triggering his.

“Fuck baby, thank you, fuck, I’m cumming y/n, all this is for you, FUCK” Buck stilled, hugging you as close to him as possible, his cock swelling, his face buried in your neck as he moaned, his cum spilling into you.

“God you feel so good baby, this pussy is mine, oh FUCK all fucking mine” He rocked his hips a few more times, completely emptying himself before pulling out, groaning at the way his cum dribbled out of your swollen puffy folds. Bucky ran his fingers gently through your hair, stroking your head, a part of him worried he took it too far, looking at your dishevelled appearance. Your hair was tangled, sweat covering your body as you still panted, your eyelids heavy.

“Was I too rough baby, did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, pulling his arm over your waist so you could snuggle with him.

“You could never hurt me Bucky, you’ve only ever made me feel good, so good bubba” You pressed gentle kisses all over his face as he smiled shyly, holding you close.

“Do we have to go back down?” Bucky mumbled, his face buried in your hair as he spooned you from behind pulling you flush against him.

“Mhm, you’re friends will be looking for you Bucky, mine are probably looking for me too” “Don’t care. Wanna stay here” You giggled as Bucky kept squirming, the way he usually did when he wanted to get comfy to sleep. You tried to get up yelping then Bucky grabbed you, whining, pulling the sheets to cover the both of you.

“No. Cuddle with me”

“Bucky…”

“Cuddle. With. Me”

“Bucky, we can’t just stay up here-

“M’an adult, I can do what I want and right now I want to cuddle and sleep with my girl” He was so in love with you.

“A big baby is what you are” You felt your heart flutter at his words. His girl.

“I’m your big baby”

You turned around to face him, cupping his face as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and pouty face, hoping you’d give in and snuggle.

“You are most definitely my baby” You closed your eyes, sleep immediately taking over under the warmth of his skin. You were so in love with him.

Back at the party

“Where’s y/n”

“Notice how you can’t find Barnes either? That’s all you need to know”

“Good god they’re like rabbits”

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letsgolandoo · 6 months

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reader pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: The Avengers lost Steve and Tony. Y/N Stark gets hit with the depression the hardest and Bucky tries his best to make her smile.

warnings: swearing

James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes was tired of seeing his best friend, Y/N Stark, moping around the Avengers compound 24/7. She would have a maximum of three hours of sleep a night and would then say nothing and do nothing for the rest of the day.

He knew losing someone was hard, he did. He lost his best friend of seventy plus years, Steve Rogers, a day prior, the day after Y/N lost her father, a worldwide hero, Tony Stark.

However, in theory, Steve hadn't died, like Tony had. He had just gone back in time, to the 40s, and he was an old man in the current time period. There was no reason to believe that Steve was dead. And Bucky understood why he did what he did, even though he didn't at first. He was upset, of course, that he wouldn't see his best friend again. He'd lost Steve enough and this time was permanent. But he wasn't mourning him, like Y/N was with her father.

Bucky wasn't at all surprised by Y/N's reaction to her father's death - screaming, crying, isolating herself, feeling numb and alone - but he hated how much it was affecting her mental health. So, he decided he was going to cheer her up. He didn't know how, but he was going to make it his mission to make her smile.

First, he took her shopping. He held her hand as they walked in and out of clothing stores, but he soon gave up with it because she wasn't even looking for things she wanted, instead pointing at random things to stop Bucky from telling her to find something she liked. The last thing she pointed at was a pair of men's boxers, and that was what made Bucky throw his hands in the air and march them out of the store.

Next, he took her to her favourite cafè and ordered her an oreo milkshake and a frapuccino because he couldn't remember for the life of him which was her current favourite. She had thanked him, very quietly, but it was a small victory from the complete silence he'd received the day before.

He then took her back to the compound and made her his homemade macaroni cheese with extra cheese, not the cheap crap he usually bought from the store when he couldn't be bothered to cook. Her eyes brightened when she saw her favourite meal, but there still wasn't a smile. She headed straight up to her room after and rolled herself up in her blankets like a burrito.

Bucky knew there was no other way. It was his last chance. So, he picked Y/N the Burrito up and carried her into the elevator, holding her in his arms as she wriggled helplessly. After reaching the right floor, he continued his journey with her in his arms to the couch and threw her down on it.

He pressed 'OK' on the TV remote and the first Top Gun began to play. It was her favourite movie and had been what inspired her childhood dream career to be a pilot. Still no smile.

However, when he paused to see her reaction to the movie, she threw out a leg and kicked him, right in the crotch. Accidentally, of course. She looked shocked as soon as she did it.

"Fuckin' hell, Y/N/N," he groaned, doubled over, yet he was laughing. And so was she.

His mission was complete.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fluff #best friends #the avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #james buchanan barnes #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #the winter soldier

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natsarrownecklacx · 2 years

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The Adventures Of Wanda Bear

*The avengers at the airport waiting for their plane to go on a holiday together.*

Y/n- *Sitting on the floor holding a teddy.*

Tony- “Y/n, why are you holding a teddy bear? And why is it wearing a necklace with Wanda’s magic tiara on it?”

Wanda- “Tony for the millionth time it’s not a magic tiara.”

Tony- “Yeah yeah, whatever Princess Scarlett.”

Wanda- “Scarlett Witch, Tony.” *Does the head tilt, eyes glowing red.” “I could knock you on your ass, Tin man. So…” *Fake pout.* “Best be nice to me.”

Tony- *Gasps.* “You wouldn’t.”

Y/n- “Be nice Wands, Tony’s just playing.”

Wanda- “So am I, Dekta.” *Smirks at Tony.”

Tony- “Yeh Wands be nice. I don’t think y/n would be to happy with you if you knocked their best friend on his ass now would they.”*Smirking at Wanda.* “Anyways, y/n/n. The teddy?”

Y/n- *Holding up their bear.* “This is Wanda bear. I brought her with me cause I don’t like flying.”

Tony- *Confused.* “But isn’t Wanda sitting next to you on the flight anyways? Why do you need the bear as well?”

Y/n- *Gasps.* “Their can NEVER be to much Wanda, Tony. I need both. My girl AND my bear.”

Wanda- *Kissing y/n on the head.* “I Love you to, Dekta.”

#wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda bear #Tony stark x best friend reader #chaotic dumbasses wanda and Tony #they all love each other really #Wanda maximoff x Tony stark

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nessieart · 11 months

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》Teeth

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, a Shifter!Reader.

WC: about 2.3k

Warnings ⚠️ cursing probably, no y/n used, Canon level violence?, made up fantasy elements probably. image from google.

Summary: It was a nice evening for a walk before some jerk in a metal suit tried to take matters into his own hands.

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This wasn't anything new to you; that feeling of someone watching you. Although it was normal, you suppose, being in a big city like New York would do that. But you still couldn't shake that feeling that someone was just beyond your periphery.

It was colder today than it had been all month. The end of summer finally giving way to the cooler days and nights of Autumn. The wind swept low in Central Park, as you made your way through a small forested area.

The sun was setting behind the skyscrapers, painting the sky in bright shades of pinks and orange. It was your favorite time of day, the noise of the city didn't really reach you here, and there wasn't a lot of foot traffic either.

As you walked, your hands reached out to touch the leaves and twigs as you went by - the wind shifted and blew your hair in your face. Then you smelled it, the change of scents in the air. You stopped and turned your head into the wind, sniffing again, yep there was definitely someone following you - and poorly at that.

You had a few choices you could make: make a break for it and try to outrun who was following you; run at them head-on and take them out, or confront them politely, it could just be a misunderstanding... right?

Right. Ok. Think fast.

So, outrunning was as good an option as any! Dropping the things you had in your possession, you sprinted through the woods and down the path near a small lake. Behind you, you could hear someone cursing, trying their best to keep up with your unusually fast running.

You lept over fencing as you sped through the rest of Central Park, the exit only a short distance away. You could lose whoever was chasing you in the evening crowd of people coming out of the subway. Then you heard it; a whirring, loud and getting closer. Instinctively, you ducked, dodging out of the way of red metal fingertips close to closing around the hood of your hoodie. You skid to a stop as the one and only Iron Man pulses to a stop about 20 feet from you, in the air.

Iron Man's blue gleaming eyes of his helmet zeroed in on your form, your chest heaving as you catch your breath.

You narrow your eyes at his hovering form, "ain't you got bad guys to chase, metal man?" You shift on your feet when he only tilts his head at you. Huffing, you look around you, maybe you could lose him if you could make it to the subway and hop the turnstile if you really tried.

"She's at the south entrance, spidey," you can hear Iron Man speaking to someone, you assume since you don't smell or see anyone else around. "Yeah, don't worry, kid, she isn't going anywhere."

You think you can hear a smirk under his mask, you roll your eyes. The whirring of his repulsors slowly fade out as he sinks back to earth, his heavy metal clad feet clomping on the asphalt. You shift on your back foot ready to run as he approaches you.

Iron Man raises his hands up in surrender when he sees you take a defensive stance, "Easy, lady," he says, his mask still in place, "wouldn't want things to get...hairy." That damn smirk was clearly back on his lips and you stilled.

He couldn't know. I've been careful. He's just being a dick.

Then you heard a thwip, and a soft padding of feet land on the lamp post above you.

Shit. "Well, howdy there, little bug," you say, faking nonchalance, glancing up at him while also keeping Iron Man in your sights.

"That's her, Mr. Stark! I can't believe you found her!" The spider boy said. His enthusiasm palpable as he leaned far over the lamp post and hung upside down to look at you.

Heaving a sigh you said, "listen, Bug, I thought we had a deal?"

"W-well, ye-yeah," he stuttered. "It's just--"

"No!" You interrupted his stuttering, "I was pretty crystal clear there, bug boy!" You snarled. You were getting irritated. Maybe because it was only a few days away from the full moon, who's to say.

--*--

A month ago...

The full moon was tonight and you were itching out of your skin. It was always like this -- living in a new city was like that. Uncertainty around the corner, and in alleyways.

You've been bussing at a restaurant when you arrived about a week ago in the city. It was easier getting food when you could sneak it out with you when you left. Living on the rooftop of the building wasn't bad either, at least the weather was nice.

That evening before the moon was high, you made your way up the fire escape of the opposite building to get to your sleeping arrangements when you hurt a commotion coming from the alley across the street.

Thinking nothing of it, you continued your way up.

"Please! Someone, help!" You heard someone cry. Placing the food that was wrapped up in napkins down, you peered out from the fire escape to see if you could get a better look at what was happening across the street.

Leaping off the fire escape, you landed swiftly and started to jog your way to the commotion further down the alley. There you found a group of men - to say men would be an understatement -

"Scum," you snarl at the group of four. One of them has a woman in his hold, her back to his front as she struggles to get free. His arms are wrapped around her midsection and across her shoulders, he whispers something in her ear and she turns to look at you with wide eyes.

"Please," she whimpers, a slight shake of her head. Was she warning you? Maybe she should warn the men, you smirk.

"Why don't ya'll let the lady go, yeah? Pick on someone else, or maybe just fuck right off." Your skin prickles, a feeling you've becomes so used to since the first time you shifted.

One of the men takes a few steps closer to you as you take a defensive stance. He goes to attack you, punching with his fist as you catch it in your palm. His eyes widen as he looks down at you, "what the hell?" You shift your weight and toss his clear overhead at the side of the dumpster.

The other two men not holding the woman look back at the one that is. He must be the boss man you think. They charge at you and you dodge one, punch the other in the stomach and he doubles over. Quickly turning around, the one you dodged comes back to tackle you. As he grabs around your midsection you grab around his torso to hoist him over head and he falls down to the concrete of the alley with a heavy thud.

The last one standing has shoved the woman he had in his arms to the ground, away from him. You nod to her, and she scrambles back as far as she can. The moon overhead breaks through the clouds and your heartbeat picks up, thudding in your chest you can hear the whoosh in your ears.

Your bones crack in a sickening crunch; it only hurts for an instant before you change. Teeth lengthening into large fangs, the bones in your fingers and toes crack and extend into claws. Your heels breaking and shifting. Tufts of reddish brown fur sprouted from your elbows, shoulders, the back of your calves and along your arms. Your ears point and extend, little tufts of fur forming at the tips.

Your height and build are lean and tall. A big bushy tail bursting out above the top of your jeans, which has ripped and shredded from your partial transformation. You look more coyote than wolf, in your half done features.

The process takes all but a few seconds while the assailant stands there gaping at your now towering form. Blueish green eyes glow in the dark alley, illuminating the frightened man's features.

You crouch, intent on knocking the man out, but before you make contact a sticky substance wraps around your ankles and you trip into the man in front of you. Sharp pain radiates in your side after you roll off the man as best you can. There's a knife sticking out of you. Growling low you remove the knife and jab it into the man's leg.

"Uh, h-hey! Excuse me," a voice from above you calls. Gripping your side you stand, bent over slightly. You glance in the direction of the voice. Was he sitting on the wall? Well nothing should surprise you, honestly.

"What d'you want, kid?" You ask, voice gravely and deep. Taking your clawed hand away from your side. Yep definitely still bleeding.

"Whoa! Are you like some kind of wolf? What do you call it? A werewolf? Man that's so crazy - oh man, Mr Stark will never believe this. Hey wait, where are you going?" The little bug kept going on and on, rambling faster than you could register. So you started making your way back up the alley towards your fire escape. The food was probably cold by now.

A boy clad in red with giant bug eyes leaps from the building to land silently in front of you; while also thwipping the men in the alley with - what the...webs? Did those come out of him? Gross. - Sticking them together for him to hopefully deal with later.

"Wait, you're hurt. Let me help you," he says, his hands up to show you he means no harm. "I'm Spiderman, by the way." His eyes squint like he's smiling under that mask.

You huff, "I'll be fine, Little Bug," you remove your hand to show him your side is already healing and the blood oozing out has stopped. You eye him warily, giving him your name quietly. His big bug eyes widen again and he goes to touch your side but stops short. You're a good 3 feet taller than him when you go to stand up fully.

Spiderman backs up quickly, thwipping up to the fire escape above you, "whoa ok hey, sorry. I was just curious! That's pretty neat, though. Do you also have a fast metabolism?--" he's rambling again. Rolling your eyes you leap from the ground up to him on the fire escape to pick up your discarded items and food.

As you make your way to the rooftop, he's still talking a mile a minute. You grunt responses every now and then to show him you're at least semi listening.

Before your little big friend leaves you for the evening you stop him, you have shifted back to looking normal, small again and around his height. He was less intimidated by you now after spending most of the night by your side.

"Listen, Bug, I would really, really appreciate it if you never told anyone about tonight. Or about me," you shuffle on your feet while looking around. "Can you promise me?" You look at him now, his giant eyes soften almost and he nods.

"Of course, I'm really good at keeping secrets! You can trust me!" He waves a little goodbye as he thwips onto a building and slings away.

--*--

You growl, "you said you could keep a secret!" Maybe you had too much faith in the spider-boy to keep his word. After all, trusting humans never worked out well for you before.

You crouched low as he dropped from the lamppost, his hands raised he called your name softly, "Please, I just want to help - we want to help," the spider motioned towards Iron Man who hadn't moved since he landed a few feet from you.

You shook your head, "can't trust humans as far as you can throw 'em." You backed away a few steps.

"Bet you could chuck Spidey here pretty far, Michael J. Fox," the robotic distortion of the voice was gone as you looked toward Iron Man. His suit slid open and out he stepped, wearing a beat up looking band tee and well-worn jeans. That stupid smirk you could hear earlier was at play on his lips.

You narrowed your eyes at him, straightening back up, "It's a figure of speech, metal head." He kept a nonchalant gait as he made his way towards you and Spiderman, his hands shoved into his pants pockets.

He shrugged, looking you up and down, "I've got an area back at the tower for you, during the full moon if you're interested," he didn't wait for you to respond as he kept talking. "It's a nice, secured floor only you can enter. Shift in the safety and privacy of your own space. Or whatever you need to do." He stopped about 2 feet from you. Looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

You sniffed, he smelled of engine grease and coffee, and maybe a hint of something else you couldn’t place. You couldn't smell any deception from him. He seemed sincere enough.

Eyeing him warily, "Why?" Was all you said.

He shrugged a shoulder, "I'm a generous guy, what can I say?" He sobered a look from the little spiderling to you. “Sometimes it's ok to take the help when it's offered to you," he nodded a little, stepping back a bit.

The spider boy stood near you bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands fidgeting at his side. Big eyes pleading silently at you.

You sigh, looking from your little Bug to the man who was offering you sanctuary for the next full moon. So you nod.

Iron man claps his hands once, "Great! Let's head out!" He turns to go back to his suit, which was waiting patiently for his return. Before he enters it he looks over his shoulder at you, "Are you more of a David Kessler or Jacob Black?"

You growl at him in response. His laugh echoes through the street as it morphs into that robotic lilt when the mask closes over his face, and he takes off into the night sky.

--*--

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AN: I don't write. Well I haven't written anything since high school. But it's been in my head and I really need to get it out and put it down somewhere..

its bad but it's been haunting me forever and I just needed to get it out of my head. If you reached the end I want to thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this hot mess.

#Tony Stark x Reader #werecoyote!reader #weredog!reader #Tony Stark imagine #Spiderman is there too #we love an over excited Peter Parker #i'm bad at writing #but it wouldnt leave my mind #so here we are #shifter!reader #best friend!peter Parker

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tonysslut · 1 year

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝚳𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✿ - fluff ✩ - smut ࿏ - angst

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or republished to any site. This is all purely for fun and fictional, not meant to represent the actual person in any circumstance. Please pay attention to the warnings. They are there for a reason.

✿✩ the first night over - meeting tony's parents for the first time and sleeping together for the first time

✿ the morning after - tony's parents are well aware of what happened last night

✿✩ tony meets your parents - you introduce tony to your parents for the first time

✩ his truck - the pretty dress you wore for tonight's date night drives Tony insane

✩ sweet mornings - tony can't wait to taste you

✿࿏ bad day - tony comforts you on a bad day

✩ tony fucks you on the hood of his dad's car

✩ you wearing tony's MIT sweater

#young!tony stark #young!tony stark smut #tony stark smut #tony stark oneshot #tony stark one shot #tony stark fic #tony stark fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark drabble #tony stark imagine #boyfriend!tony stark #best friend!tony stark #tony stark x you #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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retrouvailles

a/n: hi everyone! ik I've been a bit absent writing wise but I saw this word and I just had to write something with it. I hope you enjoy!

retrouvailles: the untranslatable French word "retrouvailles" means the joy you feel after seeing someone you haven't seen in a long time

word count: 613

warning(s): none; well reader dies but it’s not angsty

Your whole life you had been afraid of death. Afraid of what awaited you when you closed your eyes for the final time. But now, as you lie in bed, breaths shallow as your eyesight hazes, you’ve never felt such peace. You gave one last smile towards the tear-stained faces of your friends and family before slipping into oblivion.

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Gasping, you sat up. You were sitting in an inch of water, your lightweight dress flowing around you. Lifting your hands to your face, feeling your skin, you smiled at your younger form. While your wrinkles and gray hair were nothing to be ashamed of, you found comfort in eternally being what you thought as your prime. Looking around, you stood up. A vast expansion of nothingness, an orange tinted horizon, and soft, slight waves filled your vision. You started to walk, enjoying the quiet yet hoping to run into something, someone. Soon, you saw a ripple on the horizon, folding and solidifying into a door. Without hesitation, you grasped the handle, opening the door. Bright white flooded your eyes and then you were standing on a crowded street. Blinking, you noticed people dressed in all different eras of clothing, buildings from empires long forgotten mixed with the modern, languages long dead filling your ears, translating in your mind. Looking down, you became aware of your wardrobe change. Gone was the white, flowing dress you had awoken in. You now wore your favorite outfit, your hair styled comfortably, and your most loved shoes adorning your feet. Sighing contently, you started strolling down the street, nodding at a 20s gangster, a woman dressed in a Victorian dress, and someone who appeared to be Joan of Arc. You walked until you felt the urge to stop and turn your head. You gasped, tears welling in your eyes as you noticed who you were looking at.

Your sister and your best friend sat at an outside cafe table, laughing loudly as they sipped on their drinks. You noticed an empty seat with a drink in front of it. A drink that looked suspiciously like your favorite. Tony looked over at you, raising his drink in greeting. Natasha smiled and waved, making your heart clench in joy as your eyes memorized the smiles on their faces, a sight you had not seen in decades. You made your way over, biting your lip to hold back the happy tears welling in your eyes. Tony stood up, pulling the empty seat out for you.

“Hey, kid-”

You interrupted him, throwing your arms out and capturing your best friend into a giant hug. You sighed when his arms wrapped around you. This was one of the things you had missed most about Tony, the way he hugged you like it was his only mission in life. Breaking free of the hug, you turned to Nat, who stood and pulled you into another hug. While this one was quicker than Tony’s, you felt her love seep into you. Nat pressed a kiss into your temple before sitting back down. You and Tony did the same and you grabbed your drink, tears now running down your face. Tony held one of your hands in his and nodded.

“You lived a fulfilling life and now it’s time for rest.”

You squeezed his hand, grasping Nat’s hand in your free one.

“I missed you both so much and-”

“We were always there with you,” Natasha interrupted, “We never left.”

You nodded, smiling. If dying meant reuniting with Tony and Nat, you questioned why you were ever afraid. Tony once more stood up, grabbing his drink.

“Come on, the others are excited to see you.”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x platonic!reader #best friend!reader #sister!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x sister!reader

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platonic-tony-stark · 1 month

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Y/n: oh god I'm so full

Peter: I could puke

Both: *looking at Tony*

Tony: don't look at me I just paid, it was a buffet

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Broken Hearts

Title: Broken Hearts

Summary: You had accepted the fact that you were sick for years now. And just because you had been in remission didn’t mean anything, the cancer could still come back. And sure enough, it did.

Warnings: cancer, specifically Leukemia; character death; mentions of people vomiting; angst; and I believe those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s Note: A little inspiration might have come from A Walk to Remember, maybe just a little bit.

Wordcount: 1,173

You knew this time around was going to be different, you weren’t going to make it. You’re not sure how but you just knew. You could feel your body grow weaker every day, no longer able to fight off the cancer spreading throughout your body. The chemo and any other treatments had stopped working long ago, which honestly didn’t surprise you. You’re surprised it didn’t happen sooner. In one of your check up appointments the doctor gave you four months to live. He suggested that you don't take it for granted and live it to the fullest. And that’s what you did.

In those four months, you spent a great deal of it with your best friend, Tony Stark. When you told him of the news, you could instantly see the sadness in his eyes. He moved you into Stark Tower and wouldn’t take no for an answer. While living there, he introduced you to the Avengers and it didn’t take long for you to become friends with all of them. The only thing that ate at the back of your mind is that you wish you had more time with them and had met them sooner. You were truly going to miss every single one of them. The first one to find out about you having cancer was Natasha. For the briefest of moments you swore you saw tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“Don’t cry for me.” You insisted, reaching to hold her hand.

She sniffled a few times before responding. “I-I’m not.”

Also in those four months, you managed to fall in love. It hit you like a ton of bricks. You definitely weren’t expecting it. It was intense and beautiful and everything that you love should be, it was. At least for a while anyway. Tony actually had to pull you aside and tell you that you needed to tell Steve the truth and tell him about the cancer. Tony said it wasn’t fair to keep something like that from him. You knew Tony was right, it wasn’t fair. You dreaded that conversation but you needed to do it. The two of you had gone out to dinner one night and on the walk home, Steve could sense something was off. He had stopped walking and gently grabbed your elbow to get you to stop as well.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You’ve been distant all night.” His tone was soft and gentle.

You looked down to the ground, you could already feel the tears beginning to form. You took a deep breath before looking back up, your voice shaky. “I’m sick Steve.” You decided to put it simply.

His face scrunches up in confusion before relaxing again. “Why didn’t you say so? We could’ve stayed in tonight or rescheduled.”

You had started shaking your head as he was finishing. “No Steve, you don’t understand. It’s not that kind of sick.”

He looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. “Then help me understand. What do you mean?”

You took another deep breath, a lump was beginning to form in your throat. “I have cancer. Leukemia to be exact.”

The air was thick between the two of you as you waited for Steve to reply. He began to shake his head as he looked anywhere but at you. When he finally does, you can see the hurt and the tears in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, his voice wavering.

“Because I was scared. The doctor said I should live life normally, as best I could. I didn't want anybody to be weird around me.” You replied, your own voice cracked.

Steve scoffs at your answer. “Including me?”

Your mouth fell open for a moment before closing it again. “Especially you!”

You took off running back towards Stark Tower, not once looking behind you.

After that night, you mainly kept to yourself. Your friends would try to coax you out of your room but nothing they offered worked. You could feel yourself getting worse and worse as the months dragged on. You hadn’t seen or talked to Steve since that night and it broke your heart the most. You had tried to reach out but he never responded. During your last couple of weeks, you put your things in order, not that you had much. One of the things that you had sorted out with your lawyer was that a letter was to be delivered to each one of your friends. One to Tony. One to Pepper. One to Natasha. One to Steve. One to Clint. And one to Bruce.

The day you were found was hard on everyone. You passed away in your sleep, peacefully as people like to say. You just wish it had been someone other than Tony who had found you. But you really didn’t have any control over that. He was coming to check on you, something he did a lot towards the end. He had knocked on your door a few times and when he didn’t get an answer, he decided to go ahead and open the door.

“Hey, it’s time to rise and-” He cut himself off, he could tell something was wrong. He noticed the blue-ish tint to your skin and ran over to your side. He began to shake you frantically, saying your name repeatedly. “No, no, no, no. Y/n come on, wake up please! Y/n.”

He was sobbing at this point. He didn’t need to check your pulse, he could tell by how ice cold your skin was that you were gone. He rested his head on your still chest for a moment before rushing off to the side and he began to throw up. Pepper had come looking for him and when she found him in your room throwing up, she rushed to his side. When she finally realized what was happening an uncontrollable sob escaped her. Tony embraced her and Pepper buried her face into the crook of his neck. That night, after your body had been removed, Tony had called the others to let them know of your passing. Each one reacting in their own way. With each call, he grew more and more exhausted. Repeating the same thing over and over again. When it was finally done, he collapsed into a chair with a drink in his hand. Well, more like the whole bottle. He would take big, long gulps of the amber liquid as he thought back to all of the memories he had with you. He had been through it all with you. From when you found out about the cancer to taking you to your chemo sessions and treating you to ice cream afterwards. He was even there for you on your sickest of days, holding your hair back as you threw up. He took another long gulp of the hard liquor as a few tears slid down his cheek.

At least it was over now, he thought to himself. At least you were at peace.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #writing challenge #october writing challenge #whumptober2022 #a walk to remember inspired #tony stark x best friend reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #marvel characters #robert downey jr #chris evans #scarlett johansson #marvel one shot

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lizamango · 2 years

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Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 10/?

A/N: more of a Wanda friendship chapter, if you’re familiar with Shadowhunters, Isabelle’s whip turns into a staff so that’s what I was going for in this chapter <3

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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Wordcount: 2170

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Warnings: mild swearing

Chapter Summary: The Battle of Sokovia

Chapter 10: I’m Not Leaving Without You

The ground quakes and crumbles as the city rises steadily. I use my whip to dismantle the Ultron sentries coming towards me.

The whip coils back up by arm as I see people crying for help. “Ovde!” I yell to the civilians. Over here. I usher them into a supermarket for cover. “Ostani ovde, dobiću pomoć.” Stay here, I’ll get help.

As I exist the supermarket, I hear Cap’s voice over comms. “Stark, you worry about bringing the city back down safely,” Cap grunts with effort, sounding winded. “The rest of us have one job: tear these things apart.” I straighten the whip into a staff as a sentry flies at me so I launch the staff through it. It powers down and I retrieve my weapon. “You get hurt, hurt them back. You get killed, walk it off,” Steve finishes.

I dodge a punch from a sentry and use my staff to stab it in its power core. I pant as I look around for any hostiles in my vicinity. Clear. I rase my arm up and select the secure channel to contact Fury. “Hey Fury, if you could pull any favours from some SHIELD contacts it would be real helpful to get thousands of civilians off a flying city,” I request.

“I may have a trick up my sleeve, Agent.”

I see Wanda getting a woman to safety as sentries target at them, I pull out my pistol and shoot the one hovering above them down. Wanda gets the woman into a building and I jog towards her to keep the bots away. Her red magic fizzles out as I sense she’s overwhelmed looking at all the sentries closing in. I take a disc from my boot compartment and throw it at the hovering sentries, the trajectory allowing the disc to bounce off four of them and disabling them. As they fall to the ground more start to come.

“In here, let’s go.” I say to Wanda, putting my arm over her, ushering her into an empty convenience store through a hole in the wall that used to be a window.

Wanda shudders, crawling away from the wall and I draw the curtains over the hole. “How could I let this happen?” Wanda whimpers, scared.

“Wanda- Wanda, are you okay?”

“This is all our fault,” she whispers.

“Wanda, look at me.” | crouch down so that I’m at eye level with her. “That’s not important right now, okay? It doesn’t matter whose fault this is. What does matter is that we make it right. Can you do that? If you can’t, that’s okay. But you need to tell me what you want to do. What you want.”

A blast creates a hole right between us, making her gasp. I take another disc, load it up on my gun and shoot at the sentries, as the bullet sticks to one, the disc releases an electric pulse powering surrounding sentries down.

“I do this because it’s what I have to do. For me. For other people. I can get Pietro to find you if that’s what you want.” I see something flash in her eyes as I mention her brother’s name. Determination. “Or we get out of here, we fight those things. We kill those things. And we do it together.” Steve words come to my mind and I give her a moment to think as I get to my feet and pull out my guns. I sigh and kick the doors open and aim for the sentries.

Once I have to reload, I take cover behind a car and throw a disc at the Ultronbots. Then the doors open to reveal Wanda and she rips apart a sentry using her magic, her face a picture of bravery. I guess that was a good pep talk. Wanda takes care of the remaining sentries. I smile and nod at her. “I’m glad to have you here.”

“We do this together,” she replies.

“Together.” I press on my communicator. “Cap, we’re clear here.”

“Are you alright?” Pietro speeds up to us.

Wanda nods. “I am now.”

“Good. Let’s finish this.” Pietro swoops her up and flashes away. Leaving… me… behind.

“That’s fine. I’ll just walk there.”

I arrive to the edge, a makeshift rendezvous I suppose as almost everyone is here too.

“Nat!” I call out, I take my whip and pull back a sentry coming for her and shoot its core. Nat smiles and meets me halfway for a hug. “You’re okay.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

“Glad you’re okay,” Steve says. “The next wave is gonna hit any minute.” We help civilians through the smoke and dust into a brick building. “What do you got, Stark?” Steve asks.

“Nothing great,” Tony’s voice says through our communicator. “Maybe a way to blow up the city. That’ll keep it from impacting the surface. If you guys can get clear.”

That’s a shit plan, I think as I help an elderly couple to safety.

“I asked for a solution, not an escape plan.”

“The impact radius is getting bigger every second. We’re gonna have to make a choice.”

Nat and I share a look. “Cap these people are going nowhere,” Nat states. “If Stark finds a way to blow this rock…”

“Not til everyone’s safe.”

Come on, Fury. Where’s your miracle, I think as I overlook the edge of the city. We’re so high up all I can see is a blanket of clouds.

“Everyone up here versus everyone down there? There’s no math there,” Nat debates.

“We can’t leave this rock with one civilian on it,” I add.

“I didn’t say we should leave.”

I look at Natasha then Steve and finally the clouds. “There’s worse ways to go,” she shrugs.

“Where else are we gonna get a view like this?” I say, agreeing.

“Glad you like the view, L/N. It’s about to get better,” Fury’s voice sounds from my wrist communicator.

Nat gasps seeing helicarriers break the cloud cover. Steve looks pleasantly surprised and I smile. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“When have I ever done that? I pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends,” Fury says. “She’s dusty but… she’ll do.”

“Fury you son of a bitch,” Steve praised.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Fury jokes.

A compartment opens and the familiar life boats are deployed and fly towards the city.

Pietro comes to the edge to watch. “This is SHIELD?” he asks.

“This is what SHIELD is supposed to be,” I answer.

“This is not so bad.”

“Let’s load them up,” Steve orders.

People clamour to get onto the lifeboats and I return to the first group of people I encountered and find them right where I left them. “Pomoć je ovde, odvešću te na sigurno.” Help is here, I will get you to safety.

I take their hands and bring them to the closest lifeboat. I lock them in and send the boat back to the helicarrier.

“Hey, want a ride?” I look up to see Nat in a truck.

“Sure,” I hop up. “Don’t you hate that everyone else can fly or has super speed?” I complain.

“Right? It’s bullshit.”

“Maybe we should sign up to be illegal human experiments. Everyone we know that has-“

“All have cool powers,” Nat finishes.

“Right? And what are we? A couple of hot spies.”

Natasha chuckles as she bulldozes through several sentries in our way.

“Romanoff, you and Banner better not be playing hide the zucchini,” Tony says.

We blanche. “Relax, shellhead,” Natasha responds.

“Yeah. Not all of us can fly.” We arrive at the core and jump out.

“What’s the drill?” Nat asks.

Tony points at the core. “This is the drill, if Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose.”

Ultron himself flies above us and Thor chooses now to provoke him. “Is that the best you can do?” he yells.

An army of sentries backs up Ultron as he brings his arms up as a show.

“You had to ask,” Steve says sarcastically.

“This is the best I can do. This is exactly what I wanted; all of you versus all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Like the old man said,” Tony starts, looking at Steve. “Together.”

Thor, Vision and Stark team up against Ultron as the rest of us prevent the sentries from reaching the core. I watch Hulk launch a melted Ultron away as I throw the last of my discs as approaching sentries, powering them down.

“We’ve gotta move out,” Steve says. “Even I can get the air’s getting thin. You guys get to the boats. I’ll sweep for stragglers. Be right behind ya.”

“I’ll stay with you,” I decide and I see that Steve wants to protest.

“What about the core?” Clint asks.

“I’ll protect it,” Wanda says. I smile as she takes responsibility. “I want to. It’s what I have to do.”

Clint nods and looks to Natasha. “Nat, this way.” They run to the boats.

“You weren’t one of the scientists that ended up defrosting me, were you?” Steve says as we scout the areas.

“What? No.”

“I was just thinking, you assume the identity of scientists a lot when you’re undercover so…” he shrugs.

I chuckle. “I went to the SHIELD Academy of Science and Technology. I have a ph.D. in biochemistry.”

Steve’s brows shoot up.

I shrug back. “I’m a SHIELD legacy, I was tutored from a young age and had all the resources at my disposal. I’ll admit I have the privileges so I used what I had available to me so people -other agents wouldn’t just see me as some nepo baby who happened to luck out a the genetic lottery.”

“You never talk about your parents.”

“Well they were always on mission. And I was in boarding school. Not much to talk about. They lived by the sword and died by the sword,” I reply nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. They were good people. It was just a freak accident in a lab they were investigating. I transferred out of Sci-tech to operations - that’s the other academy.”

“The spy one?”

“That’s the one.”

A silence follows as we find a few stragglers and declare the area clear and return to the core.

“Is this the last of them?” Thor asks.

“Yep. Everyone else is on the carrier,” Steve replies.

“I’ll go get Wanda,” I turn to be greeted with a shower of bullets from a machine gun.

“Y/N!” Steve pulls me back and covers us with the shield.

“Clint!” I yell as he holds a boy protectively. In a flash they’re moved behind a car and Pietro is riddled with bullet wounds. “No,” I whisper, crawling out of Steve’s grasp and running to Pietro. I place two fingers to his pulse but feel nothing. I sigh and look up at Clint, shaking my head.

“We have to get him on the ship,” Steve says, spreading picking him up.

I notice Clint grunt and clutch his side so I look to the boy they saved. “Hi,” I say softly. “Let’s go find your mama,” I pick him up and walk him to a lifeboat. I reunite him with his mother as she cried in thanks. Steve sets Pietro down.

“It’s been a long day,” Clint grunts as he lays across the bench.

“Wanda, where’s Wanda?” I say more to myself than anyone else. I jump through off the lifeboat and run towards the core.

I hear Steve run after me and as I reach the church I see a sentry crawling toward the core. As it reaches up I take my whip and pull it away, slashing at its chest.

“You cannot run off back onto a flying city like that. What if the sentry had activated the core?”

“But it didn’t we stopped them. Now, we find Wanda. Just stay here, guard the core just in case.” Before he can order me I run off, following a cleared path or sentry debris that I suspect was Wanda’s doing.

I find her in a train carriage, Ultron laying with his chest broken open. Wanda stands over him with a vibranium heart in her hand.

“Wanda…” I approach slowly. Carefully. “I know you’re hurting but we have to go. Please.”

She looks up at me with dried tear streaks on her cheeks, anger replacing the sorrow. “I want to stay.”

I shake my head. “Then I’m not leaving without you.”

She crushes the heart in her hands and looks me in the eyes.

“This isn’t what Pietro would want.” I reach out my hand and she hesitated but ultimately drops the heart and takes my hand. We run back to the core and see Steve.

“Let’s go, the boat’s about to take off!” We run to the boats and jump on. It heads for the helicarrier just in time for the Stark and Thor to blow up the city.

💖

And that brings Age of Ultron to a close...

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mymelodymia · 8 months

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Halloween with the starks

summary: the title explains it all 💀

Warnings:

A/N: yes, I know peter isn't a stark but I included him anyway. And also let's pretend that tony never.....waahhhhhhh-

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You hopped out of bed, immediately running over to your closet. Tripping since you hadn't even stretched before jumping out of bed, you quickly threw on your previously hidden costume, stepping in front of the mirror to (check yourself out) see how it looks,

It was an iron man costume, with a glow up arc reactor! I sound like a little 6 y/o after getting light up shoes 💀 then you grabbed a sharpie marker (we all see where this is going) and drew on his goatee.

You stepped out of your room and walked to the kitchen, knowing your dad would be there. Expecting him to be, oh so proud 👏🥲

Your jaw dropped to the floor upon seeing him, he was wearing a skin tight, SPIDERMAN suit! You had dressed up as him and he dressed up as your brother, (lets pretend again!!)

"What the fuck?" You both asked in unison, tony scolding you for 6 minutes after that 💀

When peter heard tony scolding your dead ass, he walked into the kitchen dressed up as your superhero! You and tony had gone completely silent, staring at him blankly, you both turned to each other, and repeated the same three words that got you scolded in the first place, but no trouble this time.

"What the fuck?? So i dressed up as dad, dad dressed up as you, and you dressed up as me?"

"That only leaves mom and morgan, what if they had the same idea" peter said just as Morgan (My little angel) waked into the room dressed as you guessed it, mom.

"So we all dressed up as each other, but not, each other?" She asked after you explained it to her.

"Yeah pretty much, but that means mom is probably dressed up as you" you said booping her nose,

The only thing I wanna do in this world

Not long after you said this, pepper walked in, dressed as you again guessed it, as morga-hold on is that a banana??

For the next 10 minutes you all just stared at each other, in denial.

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abundanceofsoph · 2 years

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SkyFire 3: Chapter 15

The X Factor Auditions: July – August 2018

Word count: 2.6k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

Do me a favour and pretend that this chapter didn’t take me a year to finish.

The first day of auditions was overwhelming for Aurora. She was anxious and trying hard to come up with well thought out comments for every singer that came on stage. In the week since the judges had been announced, many people had questioned her inclusion in the show. Some were claiming she was only there because of Harry or Louis and others were using her as an example of how the show was on the way out and had clearly run out of “real” celebrities to fill out the judge’s panel. Despite everyone around her encouraging her to ignore it, Rori found herself unable to stop herself from reading the hurtful comments and the attacking articles that seemed to fill the feed of every social media account she had. All those comments echoed in her head once she was finally in front of the cameras in the SSE Arena, and it felt impossible to avoid the need to prove them wrong. It was true that she had benefited from her father’s fame and his name had provided her with her start in the industry, however it was her talent that had kept her there. In the past 6 years since her career had taken off, she had sold hundreds of songs to countless artists and it was not her father’s name or even Harry’s that had sold them; it was her talent and the quality of her work that had kept her where her privilege had helped her reach. That was what she was trying to prove now, despite her anxiety over the size of the audience she knew would watch the show, she was committed to proving to everyone that doubted her, that she knew what she was talking about when it came to the music industry.

After a few hours of filming, in a short break between auditions, Louis pushed a piece of paper across the desk in front of them to show her. She had watched him taking notes throughout the morning as he sat beside her, just as she had been taking her own. Louis had picked up on her nerves, noticing the tension in her shoulders and he felt the need to lighten the mood and help her relax. She looked down at the paper now in front of her and bit back a laugh at his comment.

“I’m winning,” he told her as she took in the tally sheet he had apparently been keeping. Scrawled across the top were both of their names with a series of tally marks under each; 2 under her own and 3 under Louis’. “What do you say whoever has the most writing credits on audition songs at the end of the day buys dinner?”

“You’re on,” she chuckled, finally feeling the tight ball of anxiety lifting off her chest.

Once they came back from the lunch break, Rori found herself finally feeling a little bit more comfortable sitting behind the judge’s desk and chatting with Robbie. They had spoken briefly the previous day, and a little before filming started that morning, but given Rori’s anxiety up until that point this was their first real conversation beyond exchanging simple pleasantries.

“What are you thinking so far?” Robbie asked. “This is your first time judging something like this, yeah?”

“It’s wild,” she answered with a smile. “It’s my first time on a tv show and considering I grew up watching this and dreaming of auditioning, it’s mental to be one of the judges now, and the fact that I’m doing it the same year as you is just…” She let out a breath of air in lieu of finishing her sentence, causing Robbie to chuckle in response.

“Let me guess,” he laughed, “You’re a 90s kid and your mum was my biggest fan?”

“She was never quite able to forgive you for leaving the band, but I only ever knew you as a solo artist.”

“You’re making me feel really old now,” he warned with a grin.

“Sorry. That might happen a fair bit though.”

“What are you two nattering on about?” Louis asked, leaning close against Aurora’s side so that he could see Robbie on her other side.

“She’s just making sure to remind me that you two are younger than my entire career,” Robbie explained.

“At least I was alive before you went solo,” Louis said.

“Barely!” Rori bit back, laughing hysterically before calming down as the crew signalled that they were ready for the next act.

Moments later 2 young men walked out onto the stage, introducing themselves as Misunderstood and the moment they started performing Rori felt her jaw drop. By the end of the song, she was up on her feet and dancing along and then found herself scrambling to pull together a response while the men on the panel gave their own comments.

“What’s amazing for me is that I can already see you touring,” Aurora said once it was her turn. “You both have such an incredible stage presence about you, and you know exactly who you are as a group. That was an absolute joy to watch and the fact that you wrote that banger yourselves just makes everything you just did so much more impressive. Well done lads.”

xXx

Unfortunately for Aurora, not every audition was good, and she found herself struggling with having to shatter people’s dreams. It was late in the afternoon of the first day and so far, things had been going well. There had been some unbelievable auditions, some people who just needed a little bit more confidence or a little more training before they were ready for the competition, or the joke auditions who knew they wouldn’t get through to the next round. The first of the ironically terrible auditions came in the form of a young brunette girl who chose to sing Lost Boy by Ruth B, despite the fact that she couldn’t hold a single note.

Thankfully Simon didn’t allow her to get through much more than the first verse and chorus before putting an end to it. The moment the music cut out abruptly in response to his raised hand, the arena fell quiet, waiting for the judges to comment. Aurora took a deep breath and waited for someone else to speak first.

Robbie noticed her fidgeting and took the lead, “That was a beautiful song,” he began, “but unfortunately you just didn’t deliver today. I just don’t think you were quite ready, sweetheart.”

“Aurora?” Simon prompted. “What did you think?”

“I’m trying really hard to think of what to say without being harsh,” she began before Simon cut her off.

“It’s not harsh if you’re telling the truth,” he pointed out. “We’re here to judge them and that means you can’t always have nice things to say.”

“Ok,” she agreed before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. “Do you know who wrote that song?” she asked, receiving a nervous shake of the head in reply. “It’s one of mine.”

“Is it really?” Robbie asked. “Well, I stand by my previous comment, it’s a beautiful song.”

“Thank you. It is a beautiful song and I’m honestly just confused as to why you picked it. The tone was off, the pitch… I mean I’m sorry to say but not much about that was on. I’m sorry but this just wasn’t it and I wish you all the best in the future.”

“I agree with Rors,” Louis added. “It’s a no from me, love.”

xXx

The last audition of the first day was one to remember for an unexpected reason. Andy’s audition was already well off the rails by the time the intro to Angels started playing and Rori felt a grin stretch across her face as Robbie launched from his seat and headed towards the stage. The whole crowd joined in singing as Lou, Simon and Rori got to their feet. Rori threw her arm around Louis’ shoulders and they swayed together as they sang along, laughing as Robbie joined in and despite Andy’s terrible voice, they all enjoyed the song. Aurora couldn’t help herself but belt out the chorus, completely forgetting the microphone in front of her but simply revelling in the joyful atmosphere of the room.

xXx

“Where you can go to vocally, for me, is impossible to comprehend,” Louis told a contestant after he received a standing ovation for his audition. “That was quite simply unbelievable.”

“Cezar,” Aurora started as the crowd continued to clap and cheer behind her. “That was remarkable, but I can’t shake the feeling that I know you. You seem very familiar.”

“Have the two of you met?” Simon asked, leaning forward to see her past Louis.

“I don’t think we have,” Rori replied before turning back to the man on the stage. “Have I seen you perform before?”

“I participated in Eurovision in 2013,” Cezar admitted. “You may have watched that.”

“You were the Romanian entrant,” Rori gasped with recognition. “ It’s My Life !”

“Yes, that was my song. I was very honoured to have the opportunity.”

“You were incredible then, Cezar, and you are incredible now. I don’t even care what the rest of you have to say,” she directed towards her fellow judges, “I’m ready to vote and it’s a massive yes from me.”

Louis broke out laughing at her enthusiasm as Robbie and Simon both agreed with Yes votes of their own. “It’s of course a Yes from me too,” he added.

xXx

After the first three days of auditions, they reached their first day off and Aurora spent the day with Harry before catching up with Ella for dinner after she finished work.

“It’s only been three days and it’s already so painfully obvious why Lou wanted me to do this with him,” Rori explained once their meals were delivered at their local Indian restaurant down the road from Ella’s flat. “Simon is clearly still trying to bank on the narrative of him being a father figure to the 1D boys. He doesn’t want the world to forget that without him, the band never would have existed. Honestly it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to roll my eyes when he says shit about being Louis’ mentor in the industry.”

“Ewww,” Ella responded as she passed half of her naan across the table. “Does he think the fandom is just going to forget how traumatized they all were from their time in the band? It’s not like it’s a secret how much they all struggled because of him.”

“I know, right?” Rori sighed. “I’ve been telling Lou for ages that he needs new management because he deserves a team that cares more about him than they do about themselves. Simon has only ever cared about his own image. Just glad I can help keep Louis from blowing up and saying something he’ll regret.”

“He’s definitely lucky to have you next to him,” Ella agreed. “But at least it’s not all bad. I mean, you get to hang out with Robbie fucking Williams every day.”

“And isn’t that just the most batshit mental thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I’m genuinely so excited to watch,” Ella said. “My students were talking about it the other day and how excited they were for the new season since you and Louis are gonna be judges. Told them I’m friends with you and they called me a liar.”

“They didn’t,” Aurora laughed. “That’s hysterical. Maybe I’ll have to come have lunch with you so we can mess with them.”

“Oh, you absolutely should. Might earn me a bit of street cred.”

“If you want the teenagers to think you’re cool, probably don’t use the term street cred.”

“Get fucked.”

xXx

Over the following week, Aurora found herself exhausted by the audition process. The arena was blisteringly hot and stuffy in the summer weather and the vast majority of the people auditioning lacked talent, which left her feeling horrible as she was forced to crush their dreams. Not every audition was terrible though, and one in particular stood out above the rest.

J-Sol had barely made it through the first few lines of his audition song when Aurora felt her eyes welling up. She found herself thinking of her own mother and how proud she would be to see her on the X Factor. She reached out to Louis, gripping his hand tightly, and she knew from the way he squeezed back, he was also feeling the emotions of the moment. Aurora had never been sure if she believed in an afterlife but in that moment, she hoped that Jay and Louise were looking down on them with proud smiles.

“Can somebody help me?” J-Sol sang, “cause i’m not doing well.”

Rori felt the tears well over and a few slipped down her face. She let them fall, unable and unwilling to pull her hand from Louis' grip to brush them aside. She took a shaky breath in as the song continued. She felt Louis shift in his seat beside her, lifting his other hand to brush away his own tears and the moment the song ended all four judges stood to aplaude. She glanced at Louis and he was looking back at her, both of them taking in each other's tear filled eyes. Louis hugged her briefly before heading up onto the stage to hug J-Sol as well.

“J-Sol,” Robbie began, “Your voice. Your soul. Your passion. Incredible. I feel you so much.”

“Thank you,” J-Sol replied softly.

“J-Sol, I lost my mum when I was 15, and losing her was one of the most devastating things I think a person can go through.” Louis reached out to comfort her as her voice broke, laying a hand on her shoulder as she spoke. “So I just want to thank you for sharing such a beautiful and powerful song with us all. Just like you, my mum wanted me to come on this show and that’s why I know that your mum would be so proud of you.”

While Louis and Simon gave their own feedback on the audition, Aurora bowed her head, trying to pull herself back together before she and the other three men on the panel all voted yes.

As soon as she could, Aurora was out of her seat and headed towards the backstage area where she was finally able to break down in tears. Louis and Robbie were only a few steps behind her and the moment they caught up to her, Louis pulled her into his arms and held her tightly while they both cried. They pulled themselves together after a few minutes and the makeup teams were quickly swarming around them to get them ready to continue filming.

xXx

By early August the auditions were completed and after deliberating on the successful contestants, they spent a few days filming the 6 chairs episodes where the teams were decided. After 6 chairs, both the judges and contestants were given two weeks off before each team would fly out to film the judges’ houses. Louis and the Boys would fly to Ibiza, while Robbie and his Groups, as well as Simon and the Overs would fly to LA. Aurora had decided to take her Girls to New York where Steve and Tony were happy to let her use the penthouse of the tower for filming. During the fortnight off from filming, Aurora had multiple promotional obligations given that the show would start airing at the start of September.

Her favourite, without a doubt, was when she and Louis filmed the Glamour Friendship Test.

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peterparkerslefttesticle · 2 years

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Fuck or Die

a peter parker sex pollen fic

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: peter comes into contact with sex pollen and his best friend wants to take away the pain

NO MINORS!!!!

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“stay the fuck away from me. please,”

it had been a week since you’d seen your best friend, peter. he’d been away on a mission, along with a few other avengers.

being the baby of the team, you definitely weren’t told everything. or anything really, if it didn’t directly affect you.

“just tell me what is going on!” you screamed at the quarantined boy, voice muffled through the thick glass.

peter was crying at this point, an all consuming burn firing through his veins, predominately the veins down low.

“sweetheart come with me. your not helping by screaming at him,” tony tried peeling you from the hall, but you stood your ground

“why does no one tell me what’s happening? when are you guys going to stop treating me like a baby, i’m 18 for fucks sake!” now peter wasn’t the only one crying.

out of the corner of your cloudy vision you could see his form cowering in the corner, convulsing almost.

“please! he’s my best friend. i deserve to know what’s going on!”

“it’s not about us keeping information from you. it’s just that this is… sensitive.” stark’s brow wrinkled, stress emanating from his form.

this time when he pulled you away, tou didn’t fight.

sensitive?

what could possibly be sensitive enough that you can’t know why your best friend looks like he’s about to die???

once in the lab, you and the iron man sit down.

“look kid, something happened on our mission,”

“yeah no shit,” if looks could kill, stark would’ve murdered you months ago. but probably gotten wanda to resurrect you so his steely gaze could kill you again now.

“i’m serious. parker was doing recon in one of fisk’s bases while we fought his men outside. he found a thing… some sort of explosive gas. when he picked one up for closer inspection it erupted.” tony looked apprehensive, almost waiting for an eruption of his own.

“ok. i’m just gonna say it. sex pollen. it was sex pollen. there’s no way around it. peter exploded a sex pollen bomb.”

the way your jaw unhinged looked inhumane. “WHAT?” you gaped. “like, that weird shit from fanfiction? like the weird shit that makes someone fuck or die? are we in the fucking omega verse right now???”

“i’m going to pretend i know what the omega verse is,” the man clears his throat, “but uh, kind of? he won’t die, but unless he… y’know.. he’ll just kind of be in an unimaginable state of pain for the next,” he checks his watch, “22 hours.”

it took a minute to process the aforementioned information. peter had been affected by sex pollen? you guessed that explained his need to be away from you. but imagining your poor peter in pain for almost another day?

“so why aren’t you doing anything? wait that came out wrong.”

this was probably the most awkard conversation you’d had with tony, even after he caught you “making out” with brad in senior year.

“i meant to say, what’s being done to help him? surely there’s something. i know it’ll pass but fuck, i can’t live with myself knowing pete’s in that room hurting.” you felt a pit of guilt lounging in your gut.

wait it was guilt right? why does your guilt feel like it’s… lower… than it should be.

were you seriously fucking TURNED ON from thinking about your best friend being so horny that it hurts? well, if you worded it like that, yeah.

“we offered him… services. not from us obviously. like, paid services. or anything he wants. but he refused. something about ‘respecting women’ yada yada yada.” stark jests, but you can see the fatherly worry seeping out.

with out another thought, you leave tony in the lab and spring back to parker’s quarantine unit.

“pete you need to accept help! look at yourself” he was worse for wear, even since you saw him 10 minutes ago

his suit was half off his body, which was dripping with sweat. and as much as you tried to ignore it, a large bulge had appeared through the fabric.

he could barely meet your eyes, his own bloodshot, hair matted to his forehead.

“you know i can’t. i can’t control my strength like this. i could hurt someone.” the spider cried out

“not me,” your eyes finally lock. “you can’t hurt me. you know that. we’ve trained together. i’m stronger than you.”

your powers may have made your life a living nightmare, but the strength was definitely a plus. you had sparred countless times, and not once had he hurt you. or beat you for that matter.

“i- i can’t” his voice broke as his body convulsed once more, ungloved hands going to cover his dick.

“if you want to, you can. I’m here pete. I don’t want to see you like this. And i don’t want you to worry about all your moral shit. your not taking advantage of me. your not going to hurt me. i want this. i want to help you, if that’s what you want.”

silence. a few beats go by, before a small “please” meets your ears.

in a blink of an eye you slide your hand over the sensor, unlocking the door to his cell.

your heart broke to a million pieces seeing the broken boy. if you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was succumbing to a deathly injury.

“curtains. there’s curtains.” he gestures to blue hospital curtains that have the potential to cover the glass wall between them and the hall way.

as you pull the curtain, the last thing you see is a worried/disgusted/embarrassed tony. poor guy. knowing his ‘son’ and new recruit were about to get it on.

“FRIDAY, lock down and sound proof the floor once i get in the elevator.” tony yelled, mumbling something about ‘for the good of mankind’.

you drop to your knees next to peters warm frame. the restraint he used to not fuck you right there looked painful.

“If you want this, I want this. I would do anything for you spidey. even if it means fucking my best friend into oblivion,” you say to him, a strained chuckle leaving his chest.

“i won’t be able to stop. i would rather go through this a hundred times then hurt you or screw up our friendship.”

“you won’t. i can handle it. please fuck me pete.”

he turns to a rabid animal with the speed he meshes your lips. the carnal devouring of your face dials up your arousal, and he can smell it.

“wow. you’re fucking sick. getting turned on by your best friend in pain,” he mumbled into your neck, trailing teeth and tongue down your décolletage.

you couldn’t even form a response, to focused on the way his bear chest felt under your fingers, and the way his boner grinded into your crotch.

practised hands pop open the buttons of your shirt, and i clasp the bra you donned. thank god you wore a nice one today.

“mmm pretty bra. planning on fucking brad later?” the boy teased.

“only you. always you.” you grinded harder onto his cock, frustrated at the layers separating you.

“fuck i’ve always dreamt of fucking you. fucking you so good. so so good” a piercing cry leaves your lips as he bites your nipple, kissing it better after.

his tongue was magic, working its way all over your chest. he groped and grasped your breast, alternating one in his mouth, one in his mouth.

even with all his talk, you could see his facade fading.

“peter just fuck me. i know you need it.”

“but what about yo-“

“pete i’m soaked. i’m fine. i just want to make you feel better.” with this, he lets you take charge. he (attempts) to rip his suit off while you pull down your sweats, and eventually a lacy pair of panties.

a guttural groan leaves his lips when he sees the glistening mound before him, he goes to put his mouth forward, but you stop him, kneeling over his lap despite his whine.

“i told you. this is about you. making you feel better.” you laughed at his pathetic attempt at removing the sweat soaked suit.

you pull it down just enough to reveal his angry member. it was thicker than you were used to, longer as well, and a small wave of fear rolled through your stomach.

his dick was red, twitching and leaking. you could practically feel his pain just by looking at it.

he hissed when you slid him up your slit, soaking it with your juices.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered as he slammed your hips down onto him. the scream you let out would definitely surpass stark’s soundproofing.

tears stream down his face at the relief of your silk pussy embarrassing his dick. but he didn’t have long to revel in the comfort. he continued to slam into you with a brutal pace. the erotic wet sounds were enough to put porn to shame.

both of your faces contorted with the pleasure.

“fuck spider you’re fucking me so good. i wanna make you come. want your cum to fill my pussy so good.” his pace was so bruising that his groin pounded into your clit with every thrust.

you couldn’t warn him of the imminent coil about to burst as you gushed around his erection. no noise came out of your mouth except for the unholy moans and expletives.

something you never expected about pete, was his vocalness in bed. god, you would be imagining his noises for weeks to come, hand between your legs.

he was louder than you, which you didn’t think possible, though none of it was legible. his broken words were drowned out by his heavenly moans. with every thrust there came a new ‘ugh’, ‘ngugh’, and ‘fuhhh’.

and god did it get you going.

just listening to his groans had you verging on another orgasm. and he wasn’t too far behind.

peter kept repeating the words “soon” and “close”.

“god pete your so hot. so good to me. fucking me so good. please come baby. i want your cum to fill me up so good. need it baby. need your cum.” you slammed your hips down to meet his every movement, chasing the fast approaching high.

“i’m coming. coming. gonna come,” and with the most dirty, unholy, erotic noise ever made before, peter came.

you could feel the warm seed filling your cunt as you reached your peak, fucking his cum deeper into your cavity.

peter collapsed almost immediately, chest heaving as he sprawled onto the cold foor. you followed in suit, falling flat onto his chest, dick still sheathed inside.

it was deadly silent for at least 5 minutes, and you were sure he had fallen asleep until you head him say “i didn’t hurt you did i?” he lifted your body up, allowing his softened member to leave your body.

“i told you i could handle it, and i did.” you looked up to meet his tired eyes “you didn’t hurt me pete. and even if you had it would have been worth it. how are you feeling now?”

you brushed some hair out of his face, his soft breath brushing against yours. “god i feel so much better. i’m forever indebted to you. that hurt like a bitch.” he chuckled and closed his eyes. “seriously though, thank you. i don’t know what i did to deserve a friend like you.” he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, both of you choosing to ignore the bear skin and leaking fluids pouring you of your pussy.

he whined when you got up, and for a second you thought he would pull you back down. you entered the joined bathroom to get towels.

with gentle hands you soaked up the sticky substances residing over parker’s stomach “i think you’re gonna need this dry cleaned.” you mention, staring at the very stained suit.

he jerked when you gently wiped his cock, but relaxed into your touch nonetheless.

“i think we permanently traumatised mr stark,” peter chortled as he pulled your now clean body into the folding cot that lay in the room.

you giggled with him “yeah, i’m pretty sure even with the soundproofing the entire tower could hear you.” you smirked

the boy turned beet red, and nestled his face into yours, “hey! it wasn’t just me!”

the two of you spent the rest of the night on the small bed, neither with the strength to leave the room.

peter fell asleep first, but you stayed up a little to ponder the future of your friendship after today. however confused you may be, one thing was definitely sure.

there was no way you weren’t fucking peter parker again

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Man on a Mission

Summary: Apparently, someone called Bucky's girl a whore. He has now made it his life's mission to find out who.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Bucky sat at the kitchen island, eyes narrowed, leg bouncing, and the same scene from last night replaying in his head.

Bucky drew random patterns on your bare shoulder, his nose buried into your hair. You were being quieter than usual, but he knew you were awake as he could feel your hands fidgeting.

He didn’t want to press you to tell him about it, so he settled on making you feel as loved as possible, pressing kisses into your hair.

Suddenly, you broke the silence, taking Bucky by surprise.

“Buck . . . do you think I’m a whore?”

“Wha-” Bucky lifted his head immediately, trying to look at you. But you hid your face in your hands, turning away from him.

“God don’t look at me. Fuck, this is so embarrassing,” You groaned into your hands. “Forget I said that.”

“No, honey, look at me please,” Bucky gently pulled your hands down, cradling your face. “Who called you that?”

“No, no, no one,” You shook your head frantically. “I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart, who- okay we’ll get back to that later. But you are not a whore, okay? No woman deserves to be called that in the first place. Who-”

“No, no one. I was just . . . I just randomly thought of it.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide.

For now.

“Well, I don’t want you thinking these things about yourself.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nodded, seeming relieved and a little surprised that he dropped it that easily.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

It was now the next morning, and you were at the gym with Natasha, which gave Bucky the perfect opportunity to figure out who to murder.

Steve walked into the kitchen with Sam trailing behind.

“Morning Buck.” Steve greeted. His head stuck into the fridge, trying to look past the shit ton amount of edible cookie dough you had made a couple days earlier.

“How come you didn’t come run with us, you lazy fat ass.” Sam teased, leaning on the island.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

Suspect 1: Sam Wilson, The Most Annoying Bird Alive

Sam had a tendency to poke fun at people, but some might not take it as well as others. For example, when a barista burst out in tears last week when Sam joked about her being “all over the place” with all the orders coming in. (He came in with flowers the next day)

Bucky wondered if Sam had said something that was supposed to be funny, but you didn’t think it was and got upset.

A part of Bucky wanted to settle on Sam so he had an excuse to beat him up, but the more rational side of him realized that you had gone on one too many missions with him to think he was being serious about anything he said.

Tony then came in, holding a bunch of empty coffee mugs in his hand, practically throwing them into the sink.

“Bruce said my mugs were ‘taking up too much room’ in the lab,” Tony rolled his eyes. “Well why doesn’t he try being the goddamn genius backbone of this team.”

Bucky stared at him intently.

Suspect 2: Tony Stark, The Dick Who Can’t Set His Metal Rock Music Lower Than 98

Tony had a tendency to snap easily, especially when he was low on sleep (which was basically all the time). Everyone usually steered clear of Tony when he was moody, because he would most definitely say the meanest things, but not really mean any of it.

Bucky tried to think if it was logical that Tony would snap at you and say something. However, he came to the conclusion that even if Tony had said something, you had known him for too long to take his sleep-deprived words to heart.

“What are you looking at, Winter Schnitzel?” Tony challenged, noticing Bucky staring at him.

“Nothing.” Bucky replied, his stare shifting over to his best friend, who was grinning in amusement, but still trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t give him diabetes.

Suspect 3: Steve Rog-

Bucky stopped himself, almost laughing at himself for thinking Steve would ever call a woman a whore.

Even though you always kept the fridge full of random items you would make, Steve would never say a single bad thing about you.

For now, Bucky was stuck.

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6 hours later, and Bucky was still stuck.

You and Peter were out (God knows where), which was another perfect chance for Bucky to think.

But the problem was he couldn’t think of anyone.

Everyone in the compound adored you, so Bucky couldn’t figure out who the hell would deliberately say something to make you upset.

He dragged his shoes across the floor, cursing Steve in his head for making him go on a “stroll” because he apparently looked “pent-up”.

There was no way in hell Bucky would walk around outside, so he opted to take a walk inside, using Mother Steve’s demand to his advantage to scout out potential targets.

He halfheartedly glanced around the floor, stopping when his gaze landed on you.

He immediately grinned, not caring about the fact he probably looked crazy, and started his way over to where you were.

You were talking to someone with a bag in your hand. Bucky remembered you saying something about picking up a dress from the store for your friend. Peter was next to you, and for some reason, puffing his chest out?

But, as Bucky got closer, he realized you were talking to Jacob, the little dickwad who couldn’t take no for an answer,

“How many times do I have to tell you? Get out of my way. I’m trying to get this to someone.” Bucky heard you snap, tuning in with his enhanced hearing.

Bucky stopped, trying to assess the situation and figure out if you would appreciate him stepping in or not.

He knew you didn’t need anyone to stand up for you, but his overprotective side rippled through his body, his jaw clenching and fists balling.

“Baby, stop acting- “Jacob was cut off with a sharp slap.

The little bastard was taken by complete shock.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“Jacob, what the hell is your problem? I’ve told you to leave me alone more times than I can count. How fucking thick is your skull?”

Jacob was about to reply, with probably something bitchy, but he caught sight of Bucky in the corner with the most murderous glare and stopped himself.

He instead looked down and stepped to the side, giving you and Peter room to go.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Beat it.” Peter growled in the most non-threatening way possible as you two left, giving Bucky the perfect chance to slide in before Jacob could hightail out of there.

“Barnes.” Jacob greeted, clearing his throat.

“Callaway.” Bucky’s blood boiled at how differently he treated other men than how he treated women. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?”

Before Jacob could reply, his equally dumb friend, Brody, walked past the two men.

“Damn, Jake. Barnes finally here to beat you up for calling his girl a whore?”

Bucky and Jacob both stared at Brody.

Jacob looked sickly pale, and Bucky looked calmly terrifying. Clear sign he was fucking enraged.

“Oh shit-” Brody finally put the pieces together, practically sprinting away.

Bucky turned back to face a petrified looking Jacob.

“So,” Bucky reached out, fixing Jacob’s tie and smoothing down his collar. “It was you, huh?”

Jacob tensed under Bucky’s touch.

“Chill pal, I just wanna talk.”

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A bruised cheek, wet underwear, and hurt ego later, Jacob’s talk with Bucky was over.

Bucky threw his feet up on the ottoman, but not before telling Friday to make sure Jacob was apologizing to you, as instructed by Bucky himself.

He patiently waited for you on the couch, a wide grin appearing on his face as you walked in and cuddled up next to Bucky, but not without pressing a kiss to his lips first.

Halfway through the movie, you turned to look at Bucky.

“Thank you,” You smiled.

“For what, doll?”

You turned back to face the movie, a smile playing at your lips. “C’mon. I know that was you. He would never apologize on his own will.”

Bucky laughed, turning you around once again to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my little smartass.”

“I love you too, pops.”

Mission accomplished.

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