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thestarkinternship · 25 days

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10 Minutes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: Bucky is a little desperate for some alone time during one of Stark's parties, and ten minutes is all he needs.

Word Count: 2.2k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism (bathroom at a party), MINORS DNI!

A/N: I kinda took a break from writing because I had a lot of unfinished fics, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it. And thank you for 300 followers on here! I can't believe there's that many people of you who actually like my writing :)

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“That’s gotta be what, your sixth drink?” You giggled, watching as Bucky polished off another glass, “don’t you wanna slow it down a little?”

With a smirk, he set the empty crystal on the countertop. “Worried I’ll have too much and do something to embarrass you, sweetheart?”

“You could never embarrass me, James,” you rolled your eyes, “and you also can’t get drunk.”

“S’not gonna stop me from trying,” he grinned, “now come here..”

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you into his side before you could give an answer. Not that you minded – you didn’t need an excuse to be as close to him as possible. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the heavy aftershave that he wore. It was your favourite scent. The musk from it mixed with the spice of the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks. It was intoxication in the best way possible, superseding the several glasses of liquor that you’d consumed yourself.

“There is something else, if you think you can handle it.”

In your own little bubble, it was easy to forget that the two of you weren’t alone. Breaking your gaze away from Bucky, you saw one of your teammates making his way over to you with a delicately engraved bottle in his large hand.

“Hi Thor,” you smiled politely, “what is that?”

He held the bottle up proudly. “Asgardian liquor, the finest brewed there. It puts everything here on Midgard to shame.”

“I bet.” You chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” Bucky grinned, stepping away from you momentarily to join Thor and some of the others in a round.

You folded your arms across your chest as you shook your head. The super soldier serum might stop his body from reacting to alcohol in the typical way, but it did have a particular effect on Bucky. You couldn’t help but notice how he always seemed to get that little bit more handsy with you. Maybe it was a placebo effect, or maybe that was just an excuse to keep you close to his wandering hands.

Either way, barely twenty minutes had passed before your observation was proven true.

Your shoulder leaned against the back wall as you watched Steve and Tony play pool when Bucky joined you.

“Where’ve you been?” he murmured, “I was looking for you.”

His metal hand drifted up your side, tracing the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to graze your hip. The metal raised goosebumps on your warm skin, and you shivered further back into his arms.

“Bucky, stop… what if someone sees?” You whispered.

Bucky didn’t ease up, rubbing soft circles on your hip as he drew you in closer. “It’s okay, nobody’s looking at us.”

You glanced around. The loud music masked your hushed whispers, and the addition of Thor’s Asgardian liquor had worked wonders on the team of superheroes. With all of their defences down, no one had noticed the way the pair of you had sidled off to the side.

“We shouldn’t risk it.” You whispered, reaching for his hand and stopping it in its tracks.

“Let’s get out of here, just for a little bit,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to your jaw. The gentle ghost of his breathy murmurs in your ear sent your heart racing, “ten minutes, that’s all I need.”

“Are you really suggesting that we hook up in the middle of the party?” Your head tilted in a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

“Why not?” Bucky pouted. His lips looked so damn kissable when he did that. The thought of giving in, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth in a frantic need to satisfy the urge that you were starting to feel right now was starting to not seem like such a bad idea.

“Because…” Your voice trailed off in search of a compelling reason. Even the slightly hint of doubt would signal a dead giveaway to Bucky that you were more than willing to give in. And the worst part of it was the stupid grin on his face that told you he knew this too.

“Because?” He taunted, his smirk growing wider.

“Because…” The agitation in your voice grew as you struggled.

Bucky chuckled darkly, letting his right hand meet his other at your waist. He turned you slightly, until your back was against his chest. Grip tightening, he pulled your hips back into his. Pressed flush against him, you became all too aware of the way his tight, muscular body felt against yours. And that wasn’t the only thing.

“Bucky, are you-“

“Painfully.” He whispered, leaving another soft kiss just below your ear. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder. Lips parting, a quiet whimper escaped from them. Bucky tucked a curl behind your ear to lean in better, “What was that that I just heard, hm? You can resist all you like, doll. But your body’s betraying you.”

He was right of course, but you bit your bottom lip anyway in an attempt to prevent yourself from letting another sound slip. The more you tried to hide your growing desires, the more Bucky persisted. His hand slid down your hip to the hem of your skirt. He played with the material, gently grazing his fingers across the back of your thigh that was now exposed to him. Instinctively, your legs clenched as he dared to venture higher.

Bucky chuckled under his breath. “Bite your lip all you want. But what are you gonna do when you start to soak through your underwear and all over that pretty outfit of yours?”

Your face burned red as your gaze immediately fell downwards. Searching the front of your dress as discreetly as you could, your shoulders relaxed when you found that you hadn’t. But your reaction alone was enough to let Bucky know that you considered it a real possibility.

“Did I have you worried there for a second?” he mocked, “You know I’m right. Come on… ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, gripping your hand and pulling you out of the room.

It was a wonder that you made it to the bathroom at all. His hands were everywhere. Running through your hair, on your waist, cupping your cheek. But yours were the same, only pulling away just long enough to fumble with the bathroom door. It pushed open, and you both crashed through.

With a hand on his chest, you pushed him back to lean on the door. His eyes widened in at your sudden control, but who was he to stop you? Ripping the hand towel down off the rail by the sink, he dropped it to the floor to cushion you as you sank to your knees in front of him. You toyed with the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling them and his boxers down in one as you pressed soft kisses to each inch of his bare skin that you exposed.

Bucky let out a tormented groan from the back of his throat as your tongue teased up to the head of his cock. He looked down at you and nearly buckled at the sight. Your hand gripping his thigh, hair messy and lipstick smudged. He watched your wet lips twist into a soft smirk that was so close to wrapping around him.

“When you said painfully, I had no idea this is what I’d done to you.” You cooed, innocently sliding your palm up and down his length.

Bucky hissed at the sensation and reached out to tilt your face up to look at him. His fingers were firm on your cheeks. “We’re down to nine minutes. You gonna keep talking with that sweet mouth, doll, or do you want to put it to good use?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. His tip grazed the back of your throat in one smooth motion. But you didn’t let it rest. You moved your head back and forth, letting your tongue trace over every vein. Bucky’s hand slid up from your jaw to cup your cheek, pulling you further around him as he met your movements with shallow thrusts. His view of you faded as his eyes squeezed shut, revelling in the overwhelming pleasure you were bringing him. The two of you might’ve set a time limit on this brief rendezvous but fuck he could let you go on like this forever.

Head falling back against the door with a soft thud, he growled. The animalistic sound ripped through his gritted teeth as he tugged your head back and off him. Pre cum lingered on your lips as you licked them clean.

Reaching for your hands he helped you to your feet and wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He walked you backwards until your bumped into the sink. Reaching for your thighs, he lifted you up to rest on the countertop. Your skirt slipped and bunched up around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned in, nudging himself between your legs. Gentle whines slipped out from your trembling lips as he brushed over your wetness.

“Bucky…” You begged softly.

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured, sliding your underwear over to one side, “seven minutes.”

Bucky pushed his hips forward to meet yours, burying himself completely in you. His head dropped to the crook of your shoulder and his lips met your neck. Your arms curled around his broad back, scrunching up the material of his shirt as you clung desperately to him. Soft grunts from him reverberated up into your ear as he pulled out of you only to get sucked right back in by your tight cunt. With one hand on your hip and the other on the edge of the sink, he kept you in position to take it all. Every stroke inside of you had you clenching down around him. His knuckles turned white as his fingertips pressed harder into your skin with each sharp thrust.

“Such a good girl, letting me fuck you with all our friends in the next room,” he muttered between delicate nips at the skin just below your ear, “and you had the nerve to act like you didn’t want this just as much as I did.”

Your hands moved up through his hair and down to the sides of his face as you leaned in, lips met his in a needy fashion. The kiss that followed was all-consuming, swallowing any quiet moans that might give the pair of you away. But shallow breaths slipped out here and there as Bucky rolled his tongue over yours in passionate frenzy.

He pulled on your hip until your body slipped closer to the edge of the sink, and you let out a small gasp. As Bucky’s lips parted from yours, he smirked at the fucked-out haze that glazed over your eyes as his cock rutted up deeper inside of you. As he quickened the twitch of his hips, your thighs tightened around his waist.

“Keep that up, and I won’t be able to pull out, doll.” He grunted softly.

Your brows furrowed as your head leaned back in a wave of pleasure. You weren’t listening to a damn word he was saying right now. Bucky’s hand left your hip briefly to tilt your head back to him.

“Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up and fuck it back into you hard enough that it doesn’t leak out for everyone to see?”

Too out of it to verbally respond, your thighs gave him a light squeeze and answered for you. Bucky’s hand let go of your face and reaffirmed its position on your hip as he then set a ruthless pace. Your head slipped forwards to rest on his shoulder. Burying your face in the crook of his collarbone, your moans vibrated against his throat, driving him crazy. You let your body go limp in his hands as he worked to bring you both a release that the pair of you desperately craved.

Two more thrusts was all it took to bring you both over that delicious edge. His metal hand nearly snapped a porcelain chunk out of the counter with how hard he was gripping it when he came. But you were only the same, with your thighs shaking and breathing heavy. You fluttered around him with every beat of your heart, squeezing every drop of come out of his cock that he had to give you. He lazily rocked his hips a couple more times, coating every inch inside of you.

Bucky’s hands released your body from his tight grip as he gently brushed strand of messy hair out of your face, but he kept himself seated.

“You can’t tell me that wasn’t worth it.” He breathed.

Your pink cheeks pinched into a soft smile. “Maybe it was.”

“Maybe, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, not hesitating to lean into your neck.

“What are you doing?” You giggled as you felt his gentle kisses.

“What? I’ve still got one minute left.” He grinned playfully, trailing kisses up your cheek now as well.

“Bucky.” You whined, feeling his cock teasingly plunge deeper inside of you. Your sensitive body could barely handle any more.

“Fine,” he smirked, and slowly eased himself out of you, “but when this party’s over, I’m done holding back.”

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mushroomlupin · 2 years

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Fireflies

Pairing: marauders era!james potter x f!reader

Summary: reader and james grew up spending every summer together. but what happens when the two of them realize that they've fallen for one another? (it's just a best friends to lovers trope in a nutshell)

Requested: yes or no maya if ur reading this, I LOVE U WITH ALL MY HEART BAE

Warnings: male masturbation, sexual references, grinding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy!)

Word Count: 2,502 words (I got RLLY carried away with this oops)

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Growing up with James Potter was something you couldn’t quite put in words. It was tradition since the age of five for the two of you to spend every summer together. This consisted of camping out in his backyard nearly every night, attempting to catch fireflies in glass jars, and promising each other you’d both stay awake all night but failing miserably. And in the mornings, you’d wake up to the smell of the morning dew painted on the grass and the sound of James’ mother calling from the patio door that she’d made pancakes.

And as the two of you grew older, nothing changed.

It was the summer before going into seventh year and the two of you were in James’ bedroom. The brutal July heat had taken a toll on the two of you, and to make matters worse, the air conditioning in James’ house was broken.

He’d stripped down to his boxer briefs and you were wearing nothing but a thin tank top and a stolen pair of his boxers. He didn’t complain when you took them out of his dresser and slipped them on. Besides, the two of you shared practically everything.

Laying on his bed with your arm slung over your eyes, you listened to him groan for what seemed like the fifth time within the past minute.

“It’s so bloody hot!”

“Fucking Christ, I know, James,” you shot back at him. “I feel like I’m swimming in my own sweat right now.”

He made a disgusted face at you. “Yuck! Get off my bed!”

You sighed, sitting up. “Can we sit in front of your refrigerator or something?”

“Don’t you care about the environment?” he joked.

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m kidding. That’s actually not a bad idea.”

The two of you trudged your way through the thick heat of the house, sitting down on the cold tile floor of the kitchen. He swung the door open, the cool air rushing to meet your skin. You moaned in sync, closing your eyes to relish in the temperature change. You lay your torso down, your back meeting the cool tile. Goosebumps covered your flesh, making you shiver. When James turned his head to look down at you, his jaw nearly dropped.

Your nipples were pebbled, straining against the thin fabric of your tank top and your bottom half sported nothing but his underwear. James had always been attracted to you, but seeing you in his clothing made him feel primal. Possessive, almost. He would never admit this to anyone though, he’d be far too embarrassed. He was almost sure that the guys would make fun of him.

Of course, you liked James, but he was your best friend and you knew he’d been in love with Lily Evans from the moment he saw her. As cheesy as it sounded, you couldn’t risk your friendship for some declaration of love and you weren’t sure if you could bear to hear him say that he didn’t return the feelings.

“I’ll be right back,” he excused himself.

He had to cover his erection with his hands as he stood up and jogged to the bathroom, quickly spitting his palm and fucking his hand to the thought of you. Finishing into a tissue, he quickly washed his hands, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. What did you just do, he thought to himself. He felt guilty, as though he’d defiled his best friend. In fact, he did defile his best friend in his head.

He walked back to the kitchen, mumbling some lame excuse about needing to take a nap, and left you laying there on the cool tile floor. He couldn’t face you after what he’d just done in the confines of his bathroom.

You closed the fridge door with your foot and ventured outside into his backyard. Luckily, there was a slight breeze disturbing the still, humid air. His mother’s voice nearly made you jump, walking outside and gently tossing something to you. You caught it, noticing that it was a peach.

“I saw them at the market and I just had to buy some,” she explained. “Reminds me of that time you and Jamesy were only seven years old and spent nearly the whole summer stealing peaches off of the neighbor’s tree. I thought she was lying when she came knocking on our door and yelling about two kids stealing from her tree until I saw the discarded peach pits all over the backyard.”

You laughed at the memory, feeling the peach’s fuzzy skin against your hand as you gripped it. It felt like yesterday when you could barely hold the fruit in your small seven year-old hands.

“Is James around?” she asked. “I bought him one as well.”

You shook your head. “He mentioned something about taking a nap.”

“The heat must be exhausting him,” she assumed. “I’ll go wake him up. There’s a nice breeze out here!”

You nodded, listening to her retreat back into the house. You looked back down at the peach, throwing it up into the air and catching it. The thump sound that it made when it landed back into your palm entertained you whilst you waited for your best friend to come outside. Finally, he opened the patio door, an identical piece of fruit sitting in his own palm. His long, slender fingers caged the fruit in. You hadn’t realized how large his hands were.

You sat in the grass, patting the spot next to you. He sat down, quieter than usual.

“Your mum was just reminding me about how we stole all of those peaches off of your neighbor’s peach tree that one summer when we were seven,” you said, breaking the silence, “and we left the evidence all over the backyard.”

A small smile etched its way onto his lips.

“I remember that.”

You looked down at the fruit in your hands. “Didn’t the peaches seem so much bigger back then?” you asked, investigating the peach. “Maybe it’s because our hands were so small.”

“Your hands are still small,” he quipped.

You rolled your eyes. “At least I don’t have giant monstrous hands.”

You would never admit to him how badly you wanted his palms on your body. On your waist, on your bum, on your breasts. Perhaps even wrapped around your throat. The thought alone made you swallow thickly.

When James took a bite out of the peach, it was possibly the most erotic sight you’d ever seen.

The juice dribbled down his forearm, the drips of yellow juice vibrant against his skin. His tongue left his mouth to lick a stripe up his forearm and wrist, collecting the peach sweetness on his tongue. He took another bite from the fruit, his lips shining with juice. Your core throbbed, aching at the scene in front of you. You had never wished so badly to be a piece of fruit.

“What’d that poor peach do to you?”

You were snapped out of the endless dirty thoughts circling your head, looking down at the squashed peach in your hand. Your fingers were covered in its sweet, sticky juices, hand fisted around the tender fruit. You weren’t sure how or when this had happened. Before you could say anything in response, you heard James’ mother from inside the house, calling for help with preparing dinner.

After awkwardly chopping vegetables and enduring an almost-silent dinner with his parents, the sun had left the sky and its place was the moon, bright and full as ever. James’ bedroom still remained uncomfortably hot, so the two of you decided to sleep outside in the tent that had somehow survived over all those summers.

James had stolen a cigarette from his parents’ bedroom and the two of you shared the stick, laying down on the sleeping bags.

You couldn’t help the question that slipped from your lips.

“Has Lily written to you?”

He paused, taking a puff from the cigarette. He blew the smoke out in a single stream, before it quickly disappeared into the air.

“Yeah.”

He passed you the cigarette. You balanced the stick between your middle and index finger, bringing your lips to it and inhaling.

“Has Sirius written to you?”

Indeed, Sirius had written to you.

He’d told you at the beginning of summer that Sirius had taken an interest in you over the course of sixth year.

“Yeah,” you parroted.

You watched the smoke leave your lips, giving the cigarette back to James. He took it silently.

You stared at the ceiling of the tent, the stars somewhat visible through the fabric. The cicadas in the distance and the gentle burning of the cigarette were the only sources of noise. The quietness, especially from your usually-noisy best friend, irked you.

“I don’t think I like Lily anymore,” he blurted.

You turned your head to him, noticing that he’d sat himself up. You watched as he flung the cigarette butt out the open flap of the tent before wrapping his arms around his knees. You sat yourself up as well, your knees mere inches apart.

“Why?” you asked.

Finally, he turned to you. The moonlight reflected off of his glasses, his green irises barely visible to you.

“Because I don’t have the same thoughts about Lily that I have about you,” he confessed.

You could have sworn your heart stopped.

“What kind of thoughts do you have about me?”

You had difficulty breathing. Time felt as though it had frozen. You could hear your pulse, the beats taunting you as you waited for him to respond.

He removed his arms from his legs, moving his body to face you. “It’d be easier to show you.” He brought his hands up to cup your face, his large gentle palms against your cheeks. “May I?”

You weren’t sure what to do nor what to say. You felt as though you were in a dream, one that you’d awaken from at this very moment. But you didn’t. Instead, you felt his lips crash against your own, lips tasting like cigarette smoke mixed with something sweet. Your hands moved to his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks.

Your back hit the sleeping bag, his elbows planting themselves on either side of your head. You felt his tongue swipe the bottom of your lip, begging for entrance. You opened your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss and explore your mouth with his tongue. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him against you.

His lips left yours, moving to kiss and suck against your neck.

“It’s always been you and me, right?” he asked between kisses.

Your heart felt so full it could have bursted. You grabbed his face, pulling him to meet your eyes.

“It’s always been you and me,” you confirmed.

You grabbed the collar of the shirt he’d put on after dinner, desperate to kiss him again. This time, it was sloppy; teeth clashing and lips moving without any rhythm. You lifted your hips up, helplessly trying to relieve the aching in your core. He moaned against your lips, grounding his hips against you. You could feel his erection in his boxer briefs brushing against your clothed clit. He attempted to remove his lips from yours, moving them down your neck once more.

“Wanna taste you,” he whispered.

“Next time,” you pleaded. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

He nodded, grabbing at the pair of his boxer briefs you donned and slipping them off of your legs before doing the same to his own.

“You’re sure?” he asked one final time, the tip of his penis an inch away from your entrance.

Your hand went to cup his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. “I’m positive, James.”

You felt him rub the head of his cock against your folds, bumping into your clit to tease you. You bucked your hips, a failed attempt to get him inside of you.

“I know, darling, I know.”

Finally, he nudged your entrance, slowly entering you. You weren’t a virgin, but his cock was larger than you were expecting. Once he bottomed out, he peppered your face with kisses, letting you get accustomed to the foreign feeling of him stretching you.

A gentle press of his thumb against your clit made you gasp, your walls fluttering around him.

“You alright?” he asked, sucking a mark into your neck.

You moaned in response, lifting your hips as a way to tell him to start moving. He caught on, gently pulling his length out of you and pressing back into you. You arched your back as he pressed his thumb more firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, beginning circular motions.

“More, Jamesy, more,” you begged.

You felt his hot breath fan against your shoulder, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of skin against skin and ragged breaths filled the tent.

“‘M not gonna last much longer,” he warned.

He rolled his hips into yours until his tip brushed that spot inside of you with every thrust. You screamed, fisting the sleeping bag underneath you as you came, your legs spasming around his waist. His hips stuttered as your walls closed in on him, milking him dry as he shot ropes of cum inside of you.

The two of you caught your breaths, chests heaving, before he rolled off of you. He pulled you against him, capturing your lips for a soft, meaningful kiss. He gently bumped his nose into your own, making you giggle.

“Hi,” he whispered, a dreamy smile painted on his lips.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Hi.”

You could feel his cum begin to leak out of you, dripping onto your thighs. You looked down, frowning. He followed your glance, his cheeks tinting red.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he said.

He pulled his boxers on, giving you his shirt to pull over your body. And as you climbed out of the tent, you noticed something.

Green, glowing dots sprinkled the backyard. Fireflies. You couldn’t wait until you and James had a house, catching fireflies on summer nights with children of your own.

It was always just you and James, indeed.

You headed inside his house to the bathroom, where he cleaned you up with a warm washcloth. The both of you grabbed two glass jars on your way out, grinning as you ran around the yard and attempted to catch the fireflies. Though, neither of you ended up catching any. And you promised each other, just like you when you were kids, that you’d both try to stay awake until the sun came up. And, like always, you both fell asleep, only curled in each other’s arms this time. And when you awoke, you could smell the morning dew painted on the grass and the sound of James’ mother calling from the patio door that she’d made pancakes.

Life would never change with James Potter, and that was something that filled your heart with the greatest joy.

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Dinner

Serie: Beauty and the Beast

Mafia!Remus Lupin x Reader

Words: about 1.3k words

Warnings: cursing, flirting, mention of killing someone, bad writing (I'm sorry, my English is really bad)

Author’s note: Hi! This is the third part of the serie “Beauty and the Beast”. I’m loving this story, and I hope you do too. Hope you enjoy it!

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I take a breath before entering the room. The sound of the voices that I heard from the inside stops me, asking if it’s too late to run away in my bedroom again. Then I remember Sirius’s face, knowing that his friends will get angry if I don’t take his invitation, and scared of what he could have done to him if I don’t take it. I take another breath, then I push the door and enter this majestic dining room. The color follows the rules of the house. All the furnishings are dark, with some hint of red from little objects on them.

All the people stop talking when I enter, and I feel powerful. It seems strange to me, have this kind of power, since yesterday I was a shy little girl that owned a library, and now I’m dining with the most powerful mobsters in the city. But I feel good, having this power in my hand, and for the first time I feel like I’m living again. I walk into the room towards Sirius, who is smiling at me. Remus and James are already sitting down at the table in the center of the room. Sirius is holding a chair, waiting for me to sit in it, opposite to Remus that is at the head of the table. I smile gently at Padfoot, while sitting down.

I have changed my clothes, with a simple jumper and a pair of jeans that Sirius gave me before. The smell of the jumper is intoxicating to me, it's a pricey male perfume, and it’s so damn good. I look at the other boy that was talking with Moony, when he smiles at me and says something.

“Hi, I’m James. I think that you already saw me, but I didn’t have the pleasure to talk with you. From what I know you manage to insult our Moony. You may not know it, but he's a little touchy, so don't feel bad if he sulks for a while.”

I laugh at his words, while Remus glares at him and at me, saying something under our laughs. Then some women enter the rooms boughting some trays with delicious food on them. We serve ourselves, and then we start to eat our food from our plates in silent, ‘till I try to make some simple talk.

“So what do you do in your life, apart from kidnapping people and killing others?” I ask with a tone of sarcasm.

“We don’t only do that in our lives darling, we do a lot of things like dinner, meetings and …well a lot of more things that are better that you don’t know.” Answer Sirius, who is sitting near me, in front of James. The last one nods at his friend's words, while Remus finishes to eat his food, cleans his mouth and then starts to talk, slowly and sexy.

“There are heroes and villains, we’re all something in between.” He states simply.

“And why are you their boss? What have you done to be in your position?” I ask again, curious for the answer.

“I have done a lot of bad things, and I have done them very well. I didn’t want to be the boss, but they insisted, because I was the smartest and the most cruel among them.”

“You put yourself as a monster.”

“That’s what you called me before, isn’t it? A monster. That’s what I am.”

“I think that, but I have to say that I was angry, and maybe I said it with more cruelty that I wanted. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t think that you are a good person for what I’ve seen you do and what you did to me.”

“Well, I don't expect you to understand why I killed that man yesterday, but I appreciate your apologies.”

“I wasn’t apologizing.”

“Sure honey, whatever you like.” He says with a smug smile, in that sexy tone that makes goosebumps run down my back. I fucking hate this voice, it makes me so weak. I donìt understand why a person that I hate this much can turn me on. I smell the perfume on the jumper again, and I see what I have done, he smiles even more.

“You like my jumper, I see. I love that perfume too, it makes the women go crazy.” Remus says looking right in my eyes. I can feel my cheeks burn, while Sirius spit the drink that is drinking on the plate at his friend’s words. I bite my lips searching for something to say, but At the same time I can see that this gesture seems to confuse the mobster in front of me. He stops to look at my lips and I smile in satisfaction, knowing what to say in response to the comment he just made.

"Yes, but it reminds me of a perfume from an ex-boyfriend of mine. He used a fragrance similar to this one too, but he used this one to drive women crazy, he would drive them crazy when they were in his bed, you know. And he was also really good at driving them crazy." I say with a little smile, lying through my teeth. I've never had a boyfriend, or rather one or two I have, but we haven't gone beyond a kiss, but the satisfaction of seeing him blush in anger at the fact that she was able to answer me fills me with pride.

"But back to serious business, don't you have a family? Don't you have someone who cares about you, to return to in the evenings, or on vacations?"

"We lost everything, it's just us left, and together we built a new everything." James answers after taking a sip.

"Why do you ask so many questions about us? What do you care about?" Moony replies, visibly angry, as he stares at me with a murderous look.

"You really got mad about my statement earlier, didn't you?" I say laughing, as Sirius tries to hide a smile behind a napkin.

Remus doesn't answer me, but quickly gets up from his chair and walks out of the room. It's not but a second before the two boys next to me start laughing, and I stand staring at them not understanding what just happened.

"I told you he's touchy. And if there's anything he's touchy about, it's his performance in bed." James says in laughter as he almost falls out of his chair.

"God, I wish you could stay here forever, we've never had anyone stand up to our Moony like this."

At night in bed, I stop and think about these words that Sirius promulgated at dinner. And I find myself wondering what it would be like if I actually stayed there with them, and what the boy meant by those words, as if it was implied that I wouldn't stay there forever.

Then I mentally slap myself in the face and find myself telling myself I'm a fool, and I keep thinking up a plan for how to escape this damn apartment.

As the days go by the boys give me more freedom, letting me walk around the house, but forbidding me to go near the door down the hallway to the right from my room, which from what I understand is Remus' study. Having the possibility to walk around the house, I start to study all the possible exits, and in the end I end up with a foolproof plan, which lacks only one thing: the implementation.

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lunaserenade · 3 years

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Cloak and Dagger

Masterlist

Author’s Note: The fic that no one asked for and took me a month to write 😂 Thank you to @reddead-trash, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @icanbeyourjedi, and @sugarontherims for enduring my ramblings and reading through my MANY drafts. Also I threw straight up shade to my Florida senator Rick Scott in this. *chef’s kiss*

Paring: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x F!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Summary: To stop a corrupt politician you and Bucky must go undercover at a campaign fundraiser.

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It was a warm and humid summer afternoon in Delacroix, Louisiana as Sam Wilson and James 'Bucky' Barnes worked idly on giving the ‘Paul and Darlene’ a fresh paint job. Bucky had come down to visit for the weekend, helping out wherever he could while he and Sam worked on finding new leads about a disturbing rumor they had been hearing. There were whispers of a scientist who was attempting to recreate the super soldier serum, although there had been attempts over the decades it was looking like this one was credible. The shrill ring of Sam's phone cut into the tranquil silence by the water, Bucky watched Sam Wilson with mild interest as he spoke quickly on the phone.

“Well I haven’t heard from you in a while. ” Sam said, an impish smile on his lips as he looked at Bucky. “That’s great news. I think I have the perfect person for you. We’ll be there tomorrow night.”

“... what did you just sign me up for?” Bucky said with a sigh as Sam hung up.

“We’re going to DC to help a friend out. You’re going to need a suit.” Sam replied, entirely too amused for Bucky’s liking.

***

True to his word the next evening Sam was knocking on your apartment door, greeting you with a huge hug and introducing you to his tall, dark, and very handsome friend.

“This is Bucky, he’s the one I mentioned. He’ll be fantastic back up.” Sam said, clearly getting great joy out of the situation.

“What exactly are we doing anyway?” Bucky said with a raised eyebrow.

“Sam told me to keep an ear to the ground about any rumors of someone trying to recreate the super soldier serum, while I was gathering intelligence on a possible corrupt senator from Florida I found out he’s funding it. Tomorrow night is a fundraiser for his reelection campaign, I need to sneak into his office and get the name of the scientist he’s funding so we can squash his reelection and this new attempt at the serum.” You explained as you took a seat in your living room with them.

“Too many people can recognize me on The Hill, I’ll be spotted easily. That’s why she needs you, someone who can go a little more unnoticed when needed.” Sam affirmed.

“And you’re positive this senator is the one masterminding the whole thing?” Bucky queried.

“Absolutely, he bounced the money through several dummy accounts, but we managed to track it back to him. I need you to meet me here tomorrow night, we’ll be going into the event as Mr and Mrs. Sandoval. I had a contact intercept their invitation so we could get in.” You said matter-of-factly. As you studied Bucky you found yourself suddenly looking forward to the event tomorrow night, having a gorgeous man in a suit by your side was definitely a perk. Especially one who you knew could keep up in a fight if needed, from what Sam had told you about him. You had heard of The Winter Soldier, hell who hadn’t, but you were never one to judge someone by their past. If Sam said he was solid, he was solid.

“Sounds like you have this pretty planned out, what if something goes sideways?” Bucky asked

“I think both of us can handle thinking on our feet.” You said with an arched eyebrow. “Unless you’re having cold feet.”

“... I’ll be here at seven.” Bucky said with a small huff, slightly offended by your implication, much to your amusement. Sometimes a kick in the pride was all you need to get a man motivated.

***

You were attempting to zip up your dress when you heard the sharp raps on your apartment door, holding it closed with one hand you opened the door for Bucky with the other. It would be a blatant lie to say that the sight of him in the well-fitted suit didn’t make your mouth water and as you took in the full view of him with greedy eyes you saw he was smiling as he walked into the living room.

“Does the suit pass your inspection?” Bucky mused.

“You clean up well, sir.” You replied with a coy smile. “Can you help me with this zipper, I can’t get it for the life of me.”

“I-... of course.” Bucky stammered, slightly flustered as you turned around, your dress unzipped until right above the swell of your ass. Ever so careful he reached out and slowly dragged the zipper of your dress up, his fingers lightly grazing your back, giving you goosebumps.

“Thank you.” You said, a faint blush creeping across your cheeks, as you turned to face him.

“What’s your plan for tonight?” Bucky asked as he attempted to adjust his tie.

“We need to get into his office, my contact said there is a folder with all the information I need in his desk.” You smirked and arching an eyebrow at Bucky.

“Sounds fairly straightforward. What’s the catch?” He queried.

“He is starting to suspect someone has been poking into his new ‘business venture’ so there is increased security on the office floors.” You gave him a sly grin “We need to get in and out without being seen. Although I’m not opposed to light violence if it comes to that.”

“Duly noted,” Bucky said with a laugh and he offered you his arm. “Are you ready for this?”

“Let’s take this bastard down.” You said, slipping your arm in his and headed out of the apartment.

***

The building had a beautiful conference center was absolutely gorgeous, you had to admit. High vaulted ceilings with the soft glowing light of chandeliers hung overhead as you and Bucky walked arm in arm, the click clack of your stilettos' on the tile echoing in the lobby with each step. A well dressed young man stood just in front of the entrance, taking invitations from the various guests as they entered. Bucky reached into his suit pocket and presented the gold leaf embellished invitation to him.

“Mr and Mrs Sandoval?” He asked as he checked his list.

“Indeed.” You replied and wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist, tucking yourself into his side. You had to be convincing, or at least that was the excuse you were going to use.

“Senator Scott thanks you for attending, enjoy your evening.” The young man stated as he gestured toward the room and stood to the side.

Bucky led you around the conference room, his hand resting on your lower back, as you both surveyed the room. You gave his side a light squeeze and nodded towards an ‘Employees Only’ door.

“There is supposed to be a stairwell through there. The senator’s office is on the seventh floor.” You said softly and Bucky nodded.

“Security looks light down here, mostly around the Senator, we should be able to slip through easily enough.”

“Famous last words.” You grinned and made your way towards the door, waiting for a moment outside before quietly slipping through. The two of you made your way quickly down the hall and into the stairwell. You quickly regretted your choice in footwear as you climbed the seven flights with Bucky, but managed to keep pace with him. Just as you were about to open the door to the seventh floor corridor Bucky reached out to stop you.

“Someone’s coming.” His voice barely above a whisper, he pulled you close and stepped behind the door. “I can knock him out but it won’t give us much time in the senator’s office before someone finds him”

"You know this is a stupid idea, right?" You said as you peered around him.

"I do." Bucky affirmed

"And that it could fail spectacularly, probably ending in injury?" You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"More likely his than mine, but yes." Bucky gave you a grin that could only lead to trouble.

"... alright let’s do this." You said, squaring your shoulders as you heard security approach the door. The poor security guard never stood a chance. As soon as the door shut behind him Bucky had him in a choke hold, a hand over his mouth to stop any cries for help. You were impressed, the ease and speed with which Bucky took him down was almost elegant. He lowered the now unconscious guard to the ground, just behind the door, and reached for your hand.

“Ready?” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

“Always.” His goofy confidence and glee rubbing off on you as you hurried down the hall hand in hand with him.

“This is his office, cover me.” You said quickly, hiking your dress up to reveal a thigh gun holster and a lock pick set tucked behind the gun against your leg. Bucky’s eyes raked over your body and he felt an expected surge of lust run through him as he turned to block you from view and keep a lookout. Within a minute you had the lock picked and held the door open for him.

“Age before beauty.” You grinned at him and gave a wink, earning an eye roll in return.

The office was large, a wall of books sitting behind the senator’s desk,

“How long do you think we have?” You muttered as you began to pick the lock of the desk.

“Three or four minutes, tops.” He replied, listening closely at the door for any sounds of movement outside the office.

“Good, I only need two.” The lock turned with a click and you quickly riffled through the drawer. “Ah ha! I’ve got it. Let’s get the hell out of here before we get caught.”

The pair of you quickly exited the office, Bucky’s hand lingering on your lower back as you walked out together. You weren’t sure if it was the cool metal of his hand on your lower back giving you goosebumps or being so close to him, but there was no time to sort through that as you heard voices coming from down the hall.

“Have you seen Brady? I didn’t see him on the rounds on the sixth floor.” A male voice said and you felt your heart race. There was no way to sneak out without being seen and you needed to think quickly. You backed up against the wall and tugged Bucky close, his chest bumping lightly against yours as he steadied himself.

“What are you doing?” He whispered as you pulled him tightly against your body.

“Trust me, this is the only way we’re getting out without fighting our way out.” You said quickly and reached for his face, crushing your lips to his. You could feel him stiffen in shock at first but as he wrapped his arms around you he eagerly responded, parting your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss. For a moment the world around you faded away as you tugged him closer, fingers threading through his hair until you heard security shout.

“HEY! YOU TWO! This is a restricted floor!” The guard shouted, as he stomped his way down the hall towards both of you. You pulled away from Bucky reluctantly, staring up into his blue eyes.

“I’mmmm sorry, We got a bit lost, didn't we baby?” You slurred your words dramatically, slipping into the role of a drunken couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

“Mmm, yes we did.” Bucky pulled you close, pressing a sloppy kiss to your hair. “Let’s go get another drink, honey.”

“I think you both have had more than enough.” The guard rolled his eyes, clearly fooled, and gestured to the elevator. “Come on, I think it’s time for the pair of you to leave.”

“Alriggggght alright, damn man. No need to get in a huff.” Bucky slurred, holding his hands up in ‘defeat’. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders he guided you to the elevator.

“Buzzkill.” You muttered at the guard as the door slid shut. The moment you were alone you rested your head on Bucky’s chest, his heart beating wildly and it wasn’t because of the guard. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

***

“Do you do this a lot?” Bucky murmured as you exited the building, a full moon hanging overhead in the evening sky.

“Break into government officials' offices for dirt or kiss gorgeous men to get out of a sticky situation?” You replied with an impish grin and shivering in the night air.

“Both.” He laughed as he tugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“I do what I need to to get the job done. As for the second part? You could always give me a call and find out.” You bit your lip, feeling bold.

“Maybe I will.” Bucky grinned and slipped a vibranium arm around your waist.

Bucky called the next night.

***

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soldatbarnes · 4 years

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Just Pretend

Summary: You wake in the night, desperate for your ex. You tend to your needs, not knowing he was just as desperate next door.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1466

Warnings: Smutty. Female and Male masturbation. Vaginal sex. Voyeuristic? Angst

A/N: Hello! It’s been a long long time. And this isn’t even new! I found this old smut fic, when looking through my files and thought that I may as well post it! (This is inspired by the song Just Pretend by Emily Kinney, but is NOT a song fic)

You woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, body feeling tingly from lack of sleep. Your dream was so vivid. It was of HIM. It was quick, it was sloppy, and it was hot. Even though it was a dream you could still feel the way his fingertips felt grazing over your body, his lips ghosting over yours, never actually touching. The nightshirt you were wearing clung to your body from sweat, and you could feel the wetness that pooled between your legs.

You shook your limbs out, knowing that you had an early morning the next day, and attempted to fall asleep. You felt frustrated and awake. You knew that You wouldn’t be able to find rest until your body was satisfied. It was the same when he would lie next to you, only this time you were alone.

Pressing your thighs together you tried to relieve some of the ache, knowing that it wouldn’t work. It had been so long since he had touched you, and with him gone, you hadn’t felt like this in months. His leaving was enough to tear your drive away. You sighed falling onto your back.

Thinking back to the dream, you guided your hands up and down your body the way that he used to. Fingertips grazing over your thighs, down towards your core. You slipped a finger through your folds, adding a slight pressure to your clit before continuing your hands’ path upwards.

You lightly touched the sides of your breasts, the peaks hardening in anticipation. You cupped them both of them in your hands, squeezing before tugging gently on your nipples. You let out a moan as you remembered what his mouth felt like. The way he would lick, suck and nibble. Always gentle. Your left hand stayed, while you brought your right one back down to your pussy. You dipped back down to once again add pressure to your clit while you thought back to the dream.

You had just climbed into bed when you heard a knock on the door. You shouted for them to come in and you looked up to see Bucky closing the door quietly behind him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. He hadn’t spoken with you in a few weeks. Not since he ended things.

“Doll, don’t start.” he huffed out, walking further into the room.

“What do you mean ‘don’t start’!” you yelled, picking up a pillow from your bed and throwing it at him. “YOU left me!! YOU called things off! You can’t just come in here. And you REALLY can’t tell me what to do!! So I’m going to ask again. What are you doing here??”

“You really want know??” His expression was serious, borderline angry. There was something underlying that you couldn’t read.

“Bucky just spit it out so you can leave and I can try and get some damn sleep.” you grumbled.

He had broken up with you a few weeks before. You were fighting all of the time, him being nonchalant about everything, and you caring “too much”. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get things figured out. You thought it was probably for the better because you were the only one actually trying. He avoided confrontation like his life depended on it.

“I’m horny.” You stared at him in shock.

“Are you fucking kidding me?? You came here because you’re horny? I can’t fucking believe you.” You rolled your eyes, and whipped the other pillow at him.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding. You’ve been walking around in practically nothin’ for days and it’s making me crazy.”

“It’s none of your business Buck. Go the fuck back to your own room and rub one out.” You stomped over to him and pinched his arm, causing him to tense and make it easier to shove him towards the door. He must have realized what you were doing because he suddenly stopped, standing up to his full height.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He turned to face you, his chest pressing up against yours. He reached a hand out, and lightly grazed his fingertips across and up your arm, causing goosebumps. You shivered at the touch.

He placed your hands on his lower abdomen, before reaching up to grab your face. You glared at him the best you could, but you missed him. Desperately. Although you would never tell him. His scent was intoxicating, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla filling your senses. His body wash. You closed your eyes at the thought of the last time you saw him in the shower.

You thought about the water dripping down his neck from his hair, settling into the grooves of his abdomen.

You bit your lip, trying not to moan, as you ran your hands up and over his chest, before bringing them to his neck. Opening your eyes, you saw his staring back at you, pupils blown. Before you could think, before you could stop yourself, you pulled him into a heated kiss. Nobody could work your body like Bucky could, and you felt like you would be a fool to deny him.

Nothing about the kiss was innocent and within seconds his hands were all over your body. He touched you like he was trying to memorize every curve. After a few minutes he threw you onto the bed, before climbing on top of you.

He settled between your legs, both of you still fully clothed, and ground his hips into yours. Wrapping your legs around him, you found yourself shamelessly grinding yours back. The feeling of how hard he is enough to practically get you off, especially with how long it’s been.

Wasting almost no time, you quickly helped one another shed your clothes, tossing them anywhere in the room. He placed wet kisses down your neck and chest, further setting your body on fire. He moved down to your breasts, taking the left one in his mouth, licking and sucking, before moving to the right one. Where his mouth wasn’t his hands were, running over your stomach, down to your dripping core.

You jolted when his metal digits came in contact with your swollen clit. It took everything in you not to cry out already. It wouldn’t take long, for either one of you. He sat back on his knees, looking over your body, and you glanced down at his thick member. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, and you watched as he ran his hand up and down a few times.

“James.” You croaked. He didn’t need to be told twice, flipping your body over roughly. Seconds later he entered you, without hesitation and pushed all the way in.

You groaned at the fullness. He waited no more than a minute before he began to move. He let out a growl, before his thrusts became faster, pushing you down into the mattress. You moved your body the best you could in time with his thrusts. The room was silent except for moans, and the sounds of your bodies moving together.

“I feel you clenching.” he breathed, and he was right. You were so close. By now you were so wet you were surprised that he could even stay in. He reached forward, his hand once again playing with your clit. He timed his movements together, and you felt as if you were going to explode.

You were bucking your hips up off the bed, the fingers of your right hand hitting your sweet spot with every move, the fingers of your left working against your clit. Thinking about what it felt like to have Bucky deep inside you soon had you going over the edge, his name falling from your lips.

Bucky grunted, as he listened to you from his side of the wall. He had just got back from the gym when he had heard your small moans, knowing exactly what you were doing between the sheets. He was listening to you bring yourself closer to release, every sound spurring him on as he began to work his cock with his hand, trying to go along with the pace you were setting for yourself.

He was beyond ready to go in there and beg for forgiveness. He would think about that again another time. He could hear your voice getting pitchier, and he focussed on the way you would feel, all tight and wet, and he almost blew right there.

He finally felt himself go when he heard his name, over and over. The thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of him making him cum all over the place. He sighed deeply, throwing his head back. He wasn’t worried about it. He just wanted to go to you.

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goosebumps-houseofhorrors · 6 months

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✨✨💖James GB part 2! ✨✨💖

You both headed back to his house to try to figure this whole thing out as you slowly began disappearing more before his eyes him freaking out would be a understatement he turned to face your headless body accidentally tossing a glass “ s..sorry James didn’t mean to make you a catapult with the glass “ you giggle slightly as James couldn’t help but pout “ I.. wasn’t scared just surprised also why aren’t you freaking out??” You pondered then shrugged “ it’s not painful but I guess I am worried about how am I gonna eat food I sneak from your snack zone like kitchen “ you giggled as you struggled to eat some popcorn obviously bumping into your nose

Some time passed as you sneaked one of his fancy sweaters as James brought in Isaiah talking about how your invisible but he had to do a double take “ he’s completely invis- is that my sweater why are you wearing it “ you couldn’t help but smile at his blushing face with wide eyes “ but it’s warm and so fluffy like your fluff ball hair scaredy cat! “ he covered his face from embarrassment “ I’m not fluffy or a scaredy cat okay we need to fix this because I straight up die from embarrassment “

Everyone chuckled at him being red in the face before he felt a peck on the cheek “ sorry James for teasing your just so adorable scaredy cat “ you grinned as he rubbed his cheek “ it’s fine y/n.. but pay back will come back to bite you remember that “ you stared in shock at him seeing him have the most mischievous smirk you’ve ever seen like a cat that’s about to knock your shit off the counter knowing well you don’t want that crap to shatter on the floor it made you bright red in the face and thank god no one can see it

( comment for a part three! Thanks for everyone loving it! And hope you all have the most fabulous day! )

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trillian-anders · 5 years

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obedient

pairing: charles blackwood x reader

warnings: slight dubcon & a little angst - praise kink & oral sex (male recieving)

word count: 4.9k

description: Left caring for your Grandfather after the death of your parents you lay in wait for his own death when you’ll finally be free from Blackwood men and your expected submission for good. But when Charles Blackwood shows up on your doorstep all of those dreams are shattered. After all, it was another Blackwood house, with another Blackwood fortune to be won.

note: This is my first fic I’m posting on here. I was watching We Have Always Lived In A Castle and felt inspired. If you like it I might write a part 2.

It was a fortress made of stone, vines hugged its surface and moss slept between its bricks. Dewey. Fresh from the morning a thick fog has just lifted from the air revealing the monstrosity of old English architecture. Well kept and pruned for aesthetic. It came from old money, as well as extortion and bribery. That was what the Blackwoods were known for and that is why they were, for the most part, heavily ignored.

The large well oiled dark cherry wood door stood foreboding at the end of a long graveled drive surrounded by lush green foliage. It was the promise of something heavy and dark that rested behind it, the wood straining to keep the plumes of dark heavy secrets from spilling out onto the lawn. The door seldom opened, and with that began the slight rusting of its hinges. Welding it shut for good.

It was always quiet with a soft sound from the parlor coming from an old record much beloved and well played. Its only competition the crackling fire that was set with care nightly to warm the old bones of the house. This house was the one you were raised in. The walls held your childhood laughter and cries in its cracks. The floor, well oiled and kept, the sounds of leather soled shoes, echoes of a home that used to hold a family.

You silently cut a grapefruit in half at the kitchen counter; your grandfather hands gnarled with age held a newspaper between them waiting for his breakfast. Two soft boiled eggs, two pieces of toast, one half of a grapefruit, and a cup of coffee black as ink and just as thick. The cup sat steaming in front of him in preparation for the rest of his meal. The kitchen was the hub of where the two of you functioned. His old bones not allowing him much movement, he read his paper there, ate his breakfast, checked his ledger, and read some passages from his well worn King James Version Bible before being requested to be moved to his study. By the time all this was settled it was just about time to start preparing lunch.

Grandfather Blackwood could no longer taste, and the char on his toast was what he most looked forward to as you placed it in front of him. It wasn’t long after that you rested opposite, watching him pour salt on his freshly shelled eggs while you spooned oatmeal into your own mouth. It wasn’t unusual for him to not speak a word for the first few hours of the day, but today was different. The silence ended almost immediately.

“Your cousins, Mary Katherine Blackwood,” a pause to wet his throat, “and Constance Blackwood, have been the unfortunate victims of a house fire, and your Uncle Julian has passed as a result.” You remembered these cousins from your youth. When your parents were still alive. It wasn't uncommon for them to visit for holidays, birthdays, and the occasional dinner party. A chill went down your spine and you lifted your own cup of coffee to sip as you took pause and thought of a reply. You always had to rehearse a reply.

“That is unfortunate Grandfather,” you rested the cup back on the lace tablecloth, “Is there anything we could do to help?” You thought of the safe in his study. Silver and gold, deeds and stocks. Jewels. The Blackwoods never trusted banks.

“No, they should be fine on their own.” He set his paper beside him, a black and white heavily inked picture of a half burned house stared back at her. Those poor girls.

It was no secret between the family that Merricat had poisoned everyone. Had you been present you were sure you’d have gone too. Fortunately for your Grandfather he took no sugar in his coffee. Unfortunately for your parents, they did. You couldn’t blame her. When your parents had passed you almost felt relieved in a sense. Grandfather was too old to properly punish you as your father had loved to do. He too shall soon pass and then it would only be you, left in this offender of a house where you’re confident that you would grow old and grey in peace. Having gone mad with loneliness. You could hope anyway.

It wasn’t long before you were clearing the breakfast dishes and wiping the crumbs from in front of Grandfather before he brought the thick leather ledger from beside him, cracking the spine open to gaze upon a list of names and amounts that were no business of yours. Your stomach turned while you absentmindedly watched those twisted knuckles turn the pages as he looked upon debts that would never get repaid. Debts owed to him. You knew when he went to his study he would choose one person to harass for the day. One person he could squeeze some money out of to add to the fortune you’d already possessed.

Grandfather Blackwood was blessed with three sons. All three had been heavily invested in investing, conning, and swindling people out of money. It was the family business after all.

The counter was wiped, dishes set out to dry. You picked up an old rag and the Murphy’s Oil Soap and began the bi-weekly task of dusting the many wood frames of the house. Windows, doors, ending with the floors. Grandfather would be at the table for at least two hours scouring the ledger and then his Bible. Just enough time to do the bottom floor. The top floor would wait until after lunch when Grandfather took his nap in his bedroom which resided across from his study.

There was a thick feeling in the air since the news of the fire and you felt it. Something didn’t sit right with you. A tension that wouldn’t break. A sense of something coming. It chilled you to your toes, and as you knelt on the hardwood floor, a towel bunched under your knees to relieve the pressure, hands carefully working the oil into the wood your arms broke out in goosebumps. A knock came to the door.

The front door hadn’t been opened in over a year. Groceries were delivered by messenger to the back door once a week, but he knew to go around back so it couldn't have been him. There was no other reason for someone to come here. The first knock was sturdy, loud, and echoed around the foyer. The second one was deafening.

“Answer the door!” Yelled Grandfather from his spot at the kitchen table. You shakily stood to your feet, wiping your hands on the apron around your waist, smoothing the wrinkles out on your skirt. The only sound were your heels clicking softly on the still damp floor as you reached the front door, interrupting the third and loudest series of knocks as you carefully and slowly pried the door open, its hinges screaming in protest.

The man who stood on the other side, you knew, was the reason for the churning in your stomach. The tension that wrapped itself around your throat as you found it hard to speak. He was handsome. Strong jawline, bright blue eyes. Disarming eyes. His fist was mid knock when you opened the door, it now fell to his side as a charming smile overtook his face. “Cousin Y/N,” his voice was rasped and buttery, “So good to see you, now, you might not remember me, I’m your cousin Charles...” He shuffled from one foot to the other one, leaning his arm against the door jam. “I’ve come to check on my Uncle, is he in?” From behind you a shout could be heard.

“Who is it?”

Your tongue sat heavy in your mouth, you somehow unstuck it, “Come in, I’ll grab him for you.” You shifted aside to allow Charles in and as he passed you, placed his hands in his pant pockets, spinning on his heels to admire the foyer. The door shut with great unease, the hinges once again screaming in disuse. “If you’ll just wait in the parlor,” You motioned to your right, the great archway freshly polished shined with the reflection of the natural light. He walked in to take his place inside and seemed to admire the green and pink floral wallpaper your mother had shipped directly from France.

Grandfather began to yell once more in question as you entered the kitchen, “It’s cousin Charles, Grandfather,” you walked around him to place your hands on the back of his wheelchair. “He says he’s come to visit you.”

“Ah! My youngest sister’s son. Yes, very well.” He rested his hands in his lap as you removed him from the table, steering him into the parlor where Charles was closing the lid to an ornate silver jar, turning to face the two of you. The ease in which Charles greeted your Grandfather was unsettling to say the least. He was charming and deliberate in the way he spoke. As charming as a snake oil salesman and from what you could tell just as greasy. “Grab us some tea, Y/N.” It was a demand. That’s all you get. Demands.

As you brought the tray out to the two of them, you found them sitting closely in the parlor. Charles sitting on the edge of his seat, facing Grandfather in interest as he spoke about his Mother’s death and the fire at John Blackwood’s home. You quietly poured their two cups, handing your Grandfather his and proceeding to hand Charles his respective cup.

“Two sugars darling,” he spoke to you before returning to his previous conversation. You bristled with the demand. You didn’t know this man from Adam and here he was already adapting to how your Grandfather treated you. He was a Blackwood after all, it shouldn’t be surprising, but you found yourself angrily placing two cubes of sugar in his cup, before stirring it for him, then handing it back. His eyes met yours this time as he smiled and sipped from his cup. A victor's smile. A, wasn’t that easy, smile. An, I’ll fit right in here, smile. You’ve never wanted to smack someone so badly.

“It’s just a visit,” you whispered to yourself as you resumed your chores, “He’ll be gone soon.”

The jovial conversation in the parlor continued for an hour or so, continuing into the kitchen as you heated leftover soup on the stove top.

“That smells delicious Y/N.” Charles said with a smile, he sat your Grandfather at the head of the kitchenette.

“Thank you.” His grin stretched further.

“Charles will be staying with us for a while Y/N, I’ll need you to make up a guest room for him after lunch.” A lump formed in your throat.

“Yes Grandfather.” As the soup reached a scalding temperature you watched Charles take the seat to your Grandfather’s right. It was a routine that he was throwing a wrench into. A third party, a talkative third party.

“Do you have any iced tea darling?” A shiver went down your spine, “I would love a glass of iced tea.” You turned to him with a forced smile.

“Of course,” grabbing three glasses from the cupboard you poured from the pitcher kept in the fridge, setting them down in front of your Grandfather, your guest, and one in front of your own place at the table. Soup was soon poured into three portions, a little extra on the stove top if anyone wanted seconds. Oyster crackers served on the side.

Charles sat opposite of you, and while he talked to your Grandfather of business deals of his own that he was very proud of he suddenly shifted his gaze onto you. “Tomorrow, I’ll fix the front door for you, would you like that?” You looked up from concentrating hard on drowning an oyster cracker in your soup. Your Grandfather’s gaze moved to you as well.

“That would be splendid, Thank you Charles.” It was the response that was expected of you. Though you didn’t care if that door shut behind him and never opened again. There was something about him that reminded you of your father, that’s it. And as he smiled at you once more, turning his face down to grin into his soup he lifted a hearty spoonful and took another bite.

“This soup is fantastic darling, what were you planning for dinner?”

“Oh we have that pork shoulder she could roast.” Grandfather chimed in.

“That would be great, maybe some potatoes and sweet carrots too.” It was hard to swallow the sip you’ve taken out of your tea to stall your answer.

“Of course, Grandfather.” You forced a smile, “I’ll get started on it after I set up Charles’ room.” He gruffly nodded and continued to finish his soup. Without word you grabbed the bowl from him, going to the stove to ladle in half a cup more before returning to your seat.

“I’ll take some as well darling.” Of course you will Charles. You smiled and took the bowl from in front of him debating on whether or not tripping and spilling it on his lap as you return would be too abhorrent. It wasn’t long after that you were left cleaning up the kitchen and the tea that had been left in the parlor. Charles had kindly helped the old man down to rest for his afternoon nap before joining you back in the kitchen.

“So,” he started, “Anything else needing a man’s touch around here?” He paused for effect, you knew, “Anything need fixing?” He stood to your left, back leaning against the counter as you finished washing the bowls.

“Everything is mostly in repair.” You spoke quietly, Grandfather had ears like a bat and would not do with being disturbed during his nap. “Maybe a couple of loose balusters going up the stairs.” He nodded, crossing his arms.

“I’ll be sure to work on those next.” He shifted a little closer. “You’re very beautiful, do you know that?” You paused in your scrubbing, shifting your eyes to look over at his suddenly serious face. “I know you don’t go into town often, but if you ever wanted to, I could keep those boys at bay.” His hand placed itself on your wrist, thumb stroking the inside softly and he lowered his voice an octave, “I could protect you.”

There it was again, that tension. Something brewing in the pit of your stomach that made you uneasy. A sensation not known to you. A foreign invader in your gut.

“I can’t leave Grandfather.” You said quietly, taking your arm gently back from his old before draining the sink. “If you’d like to grab your suitcase from your car, I can have your bedroom ready in a few minutes.” With that you left, going up to prepare his room as quickly as you can. Anything to get him preoccupied with something else, and relieve this strange feeling.

It felt like too soon when the three of you now sat at the dining room table. Sweet roast pork, savory roasted potatoes and carrots around it, wine in each glass and a cake sitting just off to the side. A guest was a special occasion that called for cake. Your Grandfather insisted.

“Have you ever been to Venice, Y/N?” Charles began conversation as you cut your Grandfather’s food into manageable pieces.

“No, I can’t say I have.” You breathed a sigh, placing your Grandfather's knife back onto the table and handing him his fork. “This branch of Blackwoods never saw much in travelling outside of America.” He smiled and nodded.

“Of course,” He said, “Constance and Mary Katherine said the same. I simply have forgotten.” You sipped your wine.

“Have you visited them recently?” Conversation finally sparked with concern for your not so distant cousins. Absentmindedly Charles reached for the back of his head, rubbing a spot before returning his hand back to his lap, wiping it on his napkin.

“Just before the fire luckily,” He forked a mouthful of pork into his mouth, “I had left just before then, those poor girls, such a shame to hear about Julian.” You nodded in agreement.

“Yes, it is.” Charles watched you as you turned to Grandfather, engrossed in eating his meal, napkin tucked tightly into his shirt, dribbles of sauce staining it. You dabbed the corners of his mouth before he resumed eating.

“Those girls were always trouble,” Grandfather stated as fact. “I always told John if they could be anywhere near as obedient as our Y/N here they would have been better off.” It gave you a sick sense of pride knowing you were seen as better in your Grandfather’s eyes, but it quickly settled as tar in your stomach. Constance was plenty obedient. Mary Katherine was sweet and docile, strange but so. It wasn’t fair to them that they are put in this bad light. If only Grandfather had taken sugar. Charles seemed to enjoy this fact shared by Grandfather. His eyes turning back to you.

“I can tell.”

After dinner, Grandfather always takes a brandy in the parlor and Charles was happy to join him. Routine led to you drawing a bath for your Grandfather before helping him bathe and laying him down to rest for the evening with the hope that tonight will be the night that he finally goes. The house was silent aside from the fire that was crackling downstairs, burning out slowly and heating the house. It was then that you found yourself face to face with Charles in the dark entryway, just before the stairs leading up to your rooms.

“I’ll take a bath before bed.” He started up the stairs.

“Goodnight Charles.” You turned to make your way into the parlor, enjoying the little embers of heat from what's left.

“You’re not going to draw it for me?” He asked, paused midway up the stairs. You turned to look up at him, mouth opening, then closing.

“Grandfather can’t, so I do it. You are more than capable.” He chuckled to himself, placing his hands on the railing.

“You’re supposed to, aren’t you?” He looked down upon you from his high standing before slowly descending the steps. “He’s leaving it all to me, you know?” He licked his lips. “The money, the house, and everything inside it.” Including you. That’s what he didn’t add. Your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach.

“You don’t know that.” You said, watching him come closer.

“Oh, but I do.” He finally reached the bottom, taking casual steps closer and closer. “You know that the only reason you were getting all of this was simply because he didn’t have a son to leave it to.” You were shivering, suddenly very cold. His hands came to rest on your upper arms, pulling you a breath away from him. “I solved that problem for him, so if I were you,” His hand grazed up your arm, coming to rest underneath your chin, lifting your face to look at him, “I would draw my bath.” To emphasize his point he tightened his grip slightly on your chin before releasing you.

You knew what kind of punishment you’ve endured in the past. The punishment for disobedience. Grandfather could no longer dole out this punishment, but here was a man before you, young, strong, healthy. He most certainly could punish you. He could hurt you. If there was one thing you knew growing up inside this house, inside this family, were skills of self-preservation. You wished you had the guts Merricat had when she poisoned them, but that was not something in your wheelhouse.

You quietly stepped back from him, letting his eyes watch you as you moved to pass him, slowly walking up the staircase and into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. A minute or two passed before you heard him enter his room, shuffling through his suitcase as you turned the taps.

“I have a few shirts that need mending as well, I’ve left them on my bed for you.” You felt yourself nod as you stared at the steamy water pouring from the taps, sitting on the lip of the tub, and willing them to fill the tub more quickly. You could feel him standing behind you, long before his hands came to rest on your shoulders. “You’re such a good girl Y/N.” He leaned over to press his lips to the skin of your shoulder. “Thank you for this.” Another kiss, right where your neck met your shoulder. You quickly shut the taps off, standing and he let his hands fall from your shoulders, watching as you left the room.

As you lay in bed that night you couldn’t help but pray that something would take them both. Something quick that would come in the night and steal their breath so they wouldn’t wake to torment you tomorrow. But that was a little too much to ask.

It wasn’t long after that it became a routine. Your world used to solely rely on taking care of your Grandfather, and now with this new addition you catered to Charles as well.

“We are going to have to add a few things to our grocery list for this upcoming week Jacob.” The young boy placed the groceries safely on the counter, the two paper bags full and bursting with fresh fruit and vegetables, a whole chicken, a few tenderloins of beef, and lamb that Charles had requested added on at the last minute. You handed him a slip of paper with the new updated order that would be for next week, a few items you weren’t used to ordering tacked onto the bottom that Charles wanted from you. The teenage boy nodded and slipped the paper into his pocket,

“Not a problem Miss Blackwood.” The boy’s mother cared for you once. Back when you were a child, she was your live in nanny. His family was the only one willing to bring groceries up to the house after your parents passed and you could no longer leave Grandfather alone. You dug some silver pieces out of your purse, handing them over to the boy with a smile.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Charles voice rung out from the doorway. You turned to look upon him, in his white clean shirt you had just mended and khaki slacks, hands stuffed in his pockets. His gaze settled on the boy. “Are you taking advantage of her?” His finger came out and pointed at Jacob accusingly.

“Charles I-”

“No Y/N,” He walked over to the boy, taking a few of the silver pieces back, “That is more than enough to pay him and pay for the groceries.” He turned to Jacob, “Son you should leave.”

“Charles, he comes all this way-” He stopped you with a look, tucking the silver pieces into his pocket.

“And we thank him for that, but we don’t need to pay his parent’s mortgage.” You looked at Jacob with an apologetic smile, the boy leaving the house and continuing on his way. The kitchen was silent for a moment more before you turned to begin putting the groceries away. “Y/N.” His hand firmly gripped your upper arm, turning you back to face him. “Is this what you’ve been doing with the money that isn’t even yours?” His voice was tense. You bristled with anger.

“That money-”

“Is not yours.” He stated firmly. A chill ran down your spine, settling somewhere in your lower tummy. His clear blue eyes caught yours, deadlocked. “I will be handling the delivery from now on, you write the list and I’ll handle the rest, you understand?” His grip tightened, hard, a gasp left your mouth as he pulled you to press up against him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Charles.” He took a deep breath through his nose, loosening his grip slightly on your arm before dragging his hand down to take it in his own.

“I care about you darling, you know that right?” His fingers interlaced with yours, bringing your hand to his lips. “I’m going to take care of you, but I can’t take care of you if you make mistakes like that. Do you understand?” You nodded and he brought your bodies closer, moving you so the counter dug into your back and you could feel the length of him hot through your dress. It was shocking.

He took gentle liberties with you in the past few days, but this was the farthest he’s gone in a sexual advance. A kiss on your neck here or there, a gentle caress of your shoulders, arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you were preparing dinner, but nothing was as close as the length of his dick that was now pressed firmly into your belly. You could practically feel him throbbing. He took your hand that was laced with his and dropped it between you, pressing your fingertips into his hard length, groaning softly with the contact. Your breath hitched, and a dull throb began between your legs as his eyes stay connected with yours.

“You’re going to take care of me because I’m taking care of you, right?” He pressed his dick more firmly into your hand. You could feel your body shake in fear. You were no stranger to sex, you’ve read many books containing the act, a couple with pictures even. You knew what he was asking of you and it made you very afraid, uncomfortable, and nervous. His hand reached for his zipper, slowly sliding it down before unbuttoning his slacks, letting them fall to his ankles. The only thing between you and his weeping erection were thin cotton boxer shorts, a damp patch already breaking out on the fabric. His hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head up as he ground his dick into your open palm.

Eyes hooded and pupils blown wide his thumb met your bottom lip, prying your mouth open before bringing his lips to yours. You didn’t know what to do, his mouth was hot and needy on yours, tongue swiping to graze yours before retreating, hand going to tug on the strands of your hair, tilting your head back further as he devoured you. Your body moved on its own accord. This had never happened before, and while you were scared a dampness began to grow between your legs with his assault. Your fear of him kept you complacent, your lust kept you present. His lips parted from yours, a breath away.

“On your knees.” A not so gentle press to your shoulder and that's where you found yourself, kneeling on the tile floor of the kitchen, skirts pooled around you, and Charles hand fisting his cock out of the slit of his boxers and an inch from your lips. It was daunting when he wrapped your fingers around his length, the tips of your fingers just barely meeting, the long length of him veined with his tip red and a drop of precum pooled at the slit. His hand met your lips again, parting them, “Open.” Was his stern command. You complied.

As his other hand found your hair, bunching it up behind your head, you tasted salt on your tongue. He slowly began to introduce the length of him inside your mouth, dragging the spongy tip against your tongue. His body was tense, a low groan leaving his lips as he went as far as to make you gag before retreating out.

“Suck kitten.”

Another command, hand coming up to meet your mouth as you quickly worked your tongue over him. You could feel the wetness pool between your thighs, growing sticky and uncomfortable. He began thrusting his hips into your open mouth, knocking your hand from him and using the hand twisted into your hair to fuck your mouth onto his cock. Eyes watering and drool spilling from your mouth to the tops of your breasts he fucked himself into your throat making you gag around him.

“Such a good girl kitten,” He praised.

A little bit of you, some sick little part of your soul preened with his praise. He thrust more of himself down your throat, burying your nose against the dark curls around his base. You couldn’t breathe, throat contracting, eyes watering, gagging around the length of him shoved down your throat farther than you even knew was possible, hands coming to smack against his hips. Black spots began to dance around your vision before he released you, letting you cough thick saliva onto the floor next to you before bringing your open mouth back to his dick, thrusting sloppily as he chased his release. It wasn’t long after that he found it, shooting thick tangy cum on your tongue, hand coming up to grip your throat and instructing you to swallow. You looked a mess. Your once perfectly pinned and curled hair lay a mess around your shoulders, mascara in streams down your face, a mix of drool and some splashes of cum lay over the tops of your breasts and dress. Charles brought his lips to yours once more. It was filthy and only caused the junction between your thighs to begin to drip down your leg. He pulled his face back from yours, still keeping a steady grip on your jaw.

“Go get cleaned up for dinner.”

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[SMUT] Overreact, Overstimulate | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Smut, Fluff)

Category: Smut, Fluff (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Oral male receiving), intercourse, double penetration, oral (female receiving), subspace Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Reader Falls Into Subspace During Sex With Bucky And Steve Request: “Could I request a follow up in the sub space universe? Maybe the 3 of them playing and seeing the boys put her into subspace and bringing her back out? Intense play and lots of dirty sex would be awesome!!!” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 9,026

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“So, what are your thoughts?” Nat asks the woman as she stares at the plans on the sheets of paper covering the table.

(Y/N) tries to gather all of her thoughts, unsure of what she’s actually thinking.

“Does Bucky know?” She responds, voice quiet. Nat purses her lips.

“You think I’d ask for this to be a private meeting if he did?” She responds, raising a brow.

“I can’t do this to him, Nat.”

“(Y/N), we need you for this. We’ve been looking for an open door to get into Hydra’s base for months! You’re the key to getting in there and I think you’re damn well aware of that.” The woman tries to explain, but (Y/N) still shakes her head.

“I know, Nat, I know, but I can’t do this to him. You know what he was like with Steve getting involved with Hydra, let alone me.” The girl has guilt in her eyes and Nat can hear it in her voice but that doesn’t change anything.

“Then don’t tell him!”

“I can’t hide this from him and you know it.”

Nat sighs and leans back in her chair, still keeping her eyes on (Y/N)’s.

“There’s no persuading you, is there?” She mutters, (Y/N) shaking her head with a sorry smile.

“Sorry, Nat. He’d find out and I couldn’t live with myself going behind his back.”

There’s a few moments of silence as the two ladies stare at each other before Nat speaks again.

“FRIDAY, please ask Bucky, Steve and Tony to come here now.”

“Of course, Miss Romanoff.” The AI responds.

The pair return to their silence until the door opens and Tony strolls in, Steve and Bucky only seconds behind.

“What’s going on?” Steve quizzes as soon as he sees the stare that Nat is giving (Y/N).

“Bucky, don’t speak until I tell you to.” Nat responds, eyeing up the brunet who furrows his brows at her words but nods nonetheless. “Tony, I spoke to (Y/N) about mission seven-nine-four-two.”

This time, Steve joins Bucky in furrowing his brows.

“FRIDAY, give me a run down of mission seven-nine-four-two.” The blond instantly demands, Tony going to stop it but Nat holds up her hand to silence the billionaire.

“Mission seven-nine-four-two is encrypted and can only be accessed by the following members: Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, (Y/N) (L/N) and Nick Fury.” The AI explains.

“FRIDAY, please allow Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes access to the file.” Nat speaks, not wanting to receive the abuse from the two super soldiers who look ready to demand answers in any possible way.

“Of course, Miss Romanoff. Captain Rogers, Mission seven-nine-four-two, also named: Confidential: HYDRA Infiltration with (Y/N) (L/N), was a mission organised by Nick Fury who found an opportunity to infiltrate the HYDRA base where Sergeant James Barnes was held prisoner during the time where he was brainwashed as The Winter Soldier. Mister Nick Fury requested that Miss Natasha Romanoff and Mister Tony Stark were to persuade Miss (Y/N) (L/N) to break into the HYDRA base and make up a lie claiming that she knew the whereabouts of Sergeant Barnes so that she could access their files and bring them back to SHIELD. The meeting between Miss Romanoff and Miss (L/N) that took place today at fourteen-hundred hours was so that Miss Romanoff could persuade Miss (L/N) to complete this mission without informing Sergeant Barnes. Miss (L/N) politely refused the mission and, in her own words, said that she could not to this to Bucky.”

Bucky’s entire body is tense after hearing the entire story but he softens slightly at the last part.

“So, let me get this straight,” Steve begins, walking closer to the table and scanning all of the documents, including maps, blueprints, itineraries, identification files and so much more. “Fury thought he’d get our girl to lie her way into the one God-damn place where Buck was ruined, just to get some fucking information?!” He finishes, voice now loud and furious.

“Calm it, Capsicle.” Tony warns, receiving a glare from the blond.

“Calm it? How about we send Pepper into Ten Rings’ base to get information, yeah? And not tell you?” The Captain sees Tony visibly tense up at his words and anger flash in his eyes. “Exactly, Stark. Fucking exactly. If I can’t trust any of you to think rationally about sending mine and Bucky’s fucking girlfriend into the one place we want her furthest away from, I’m not sure I want to stick around with the Avengers.”

“Steve, calm down.” Nat adds, staring up at the man with her usual poker face but the look in her eyes are threatening.

The man’s eyes flicker to look at his girlfriend who has remained silent since everyone entered the room. Her eyes are staring blankly at the table, not focused on it, which means she isn’t here. Her head is miles away. She’s probably just listened to Steve’s rant but she doesn’t know what to say or do.

“Why would you keep this from us?” Steve asks, voice now somewhat calmer, but it sounds almost void of all emotions. He looks back at Nat before flicking to Tony.

“Because of this, Steve. You and Bucky would overreact.” Nat comments.

“Overreact?” Bucky interrupts at this point, catching everyones attention, except (Y/N)’s.

“I said don’t speak until I told you to.”

“You were going to send my girlfriend, alone, into HYDRA’s base, without telling Steve and I, and you think we’d overreact?” The brunet continues, ignoring Nat’s words.

“Yes, Barnes, I do.” The woman states, voice confident.

“We wouldn’t overreact, we’d react exactly how any person fucking would. In fact, I think our anger right now is quite tame compared to what Tony’s would be if, as Steve said, it was Pepper going into Ten Rings’ base.”

“Shut the fuck up.” The man himself hisses at the thought.

Bucky glares at him as if to prove his point.

“FRIDAY, can you play back the conversation that took place from the start of this meeting until we came in.” The brunet calls, looking up at the ceiling.

“Certainly, Sergeant Barnes.” The AI responds, playing back the conversation. It’s the last bit that the men really care about.

“Does Bucky know?”

“You think I’d ask for this to be a private meeting if he did?”

“I can’t do this to him, Nat.”

“(Y/N), we need you for this. We’ve been looking for an open door to get into Hydra’s base for months! You’re the key to getting in there and I think you’re damn well aware of that.”

“I know, Nat, I know, but I can’t do this to him. You know what he was like with Steve getting involved with Hydra, let alone me.”

“Then don’t tell him!”

“I can’t hide this from him and you know it.”

Bucky’s eyes flicker to the back of his girlfriend’s head as he listens to the way she felt so bad for even discussing the idea of breaking into HYDRA, knowing it’d destroy him.

(Y/N) loves going on missions and she loves her life as an Avenger, but she couldn’t go on that mission.

“(Y/N),” Steve speaks up once the playback has ended.

The woman’s eyes glance up to meet her lover’s but her expression remains lost. Steve doesn’t know where he was going with his sentence in all honesty.

“I’ll go.” Nat murmurs but Steve snaps his head to look back at her and holds out his hand, gesturing for her to wait.

“You’re meant to be her friend.” He states.

“I am her friend, Steve.” The woman responds, eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at his words.

“No. Friends wouldn’t ask her to do something you know she’d be uncomfortable with.” Steve’s voice still holds anger. Frustration.

“I wasn’t asking her as her friend, I was asking her as her colleague who got asked by my boss.”

Bucky scoffs at her words, receiving a glare from the woman.

“You need to reconsider your priorities if you chose work before friendship.” Steve states, lowering his arm and raising the other towards his girlfriend, offering it to hold. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

(Y/N) simply takes his hand and allows him to help her to her feet. He walks toward the door and takes Bucky’s hand in his other, leading his two lovers out of the room and to the elevator. The ride silent as they return to their floor. Their floor literally hosting their three bedrooms, although they all practically live in Bucky’s room. The brunet claimed that their scent helped him sleep whenever they were out and he was alone.

Steve continues to drag them out the elevator and into his room.

“FRIDAY, lock the door and don’t let anyone in.” Cap orders.

“Of course, Captain.” The AI complies.

He spins the two in front of him and eyes them both up, trying to understand how they’re feeling.

“What’s on your mind?” The blond quizzes, glancing from Bucky to (Y/N) and back, over and over.

“Bucky’s mad at me.” (Y/N) instantly whimpers, making the brunet snap his head around to stare at the woman, wide eyed.

She acknowledges that her lover is looking at her but daren’t taken her eyes away from Steve. The blond furrows his brows also, knowing it isn’t true.

“No he isn’t.” Bucky responds, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I could never be.”

Her eyes close as she feels his fingers on her skin, making goosebumps scatter her body. An involuntary shiver runs down her spine and he notices. A smirk hits his lips and he glances at Steve, watching the blond’s lips also curve upwards as they catch each others gaze.

“How could I be mad at my baby doll?” The turn in Buck’s voice makes the girl’s knees weak and she closes her eyes, exhaling audibly.

The brunet moves to stand behind his girl, gently moving her hair out of the way so that he can rest his lips on her neck, the fluff of her jumper tickling the hairs on his beard.

Steve takes a step forward so that he’s stood in front of the woman, licking his lips as he watches her body react to the man behind her.

“How could I be mad at my baby doll when she’s so good to me? My girl is so good to me even when I’m not there.”

(Y/N)’s lips part slightly and the blond can’t stop himself leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. She instantly responds, their kiss starting as dirty as ever. His tongue was in her mouth in seconds. The whimpers that escape her body as she feels Bucky’s hands rest on her waist, sliding their way up her body until they’re groping her breasts.

The gasp that escapes her, the small moan that comes with it, all breathed in by Steve, and it doesn’t help the confinement that’s growing in his underwear. The Captain’s hands reach up to rest on her waist now, going back to kissing her lips whilst Bucky continues on her neck, focusing his attention on the caressing and grip of his hands on her clothed tits.

“Such pretty noises, baby doll. Who’re they for, huh? Tell me.” The man’s voice is so full of lust and want, it’s almost like it was transferred from the fear and anger he has inside him.

The girl can’t respond, she simply lolls her head back to lean on his shoulder, removing her lips from Steve’s.

The blond leans forwards and briefly catches Bucky in for a kiss before going to the other side of her neck, pressing his own kisses there.

“I think our boy asked you a question, sweetheart.” His voice is a whisper, the air hitting her skin making her shiver once again. Bucky can’t help but chuckle.

“Is our little girl feeling a bit sensitive?” The brunet asks, voice still quiet.

(Y/N) gulps.

“Bucky,” She whimpers, Bucky tutting at her word and removing his lips from her skin. A whine escapes her. “No, no, no, please…”

He smirks and admires her trying to turn to face him but not wanting to stop Steve’s ministrations.

Unable to help himself, the soldier wraps his arm around the back of her head, yanking her face to his so their lips collide in a heated passion. A small ‘sorry, Steve’ coming from his mouth before he does.

The kiss is just as dirty and messy as Steve’s was, if not worse. The man needs to remove all of the emotions he’s feeling and he knows that his two lovers are more than happy to comply and assist.

(Y/N) turns her body completely to face the brunet, Steve gripping her hips and thrusting his lower body forwards so that (Y/N) can feel his clothed erection, straining against his jeans, against her ass. Her own hips jolt forwards, crashing into Bucky’s crotch in response, receiving a growl from the man.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Absolutely stunning.” Steve adds in agreement, lightly biting on her earlobe.

“Our sweet baby doll. Want us to play with you? Toy with your body like we own it?” Bucky questions against her lips, moving around the place kisses on her chin, nose and both cheeks.

The girl nods.

“You do own it.”

That receives a groan out of the Captain, thrusting his hips forward again. His hands make their way down to grip her ass that’s only covered by her thin, black leggings.

“Damn right we do, sweetheart.” His words are strained, even more so as her right hand reaches behind her to play with his crotch. “Fuck, baby girl.”

Without another thought, the woman begins moving her hips so that she rolls her crotch against Bucky’s before grinding her ass against Steve’s painfully hard issue. They both moan and tighten their grip on her body, knowing that they don’t have to be delicate with her.

“Does our little girl think she’s allowed to tease us?” Bucky’s words are playfully warning, but the more wound up she gets, the more she listens to his words. The more of an authoritative figure he becomes.

“You’re both so hard, daddy.” The word slips from her lips before she can think about it and it receives a slap on her left ass cheek in response. A squeal escapes her.

“Repeat that again.” Steve demands, allowing his right hand to wrap around her front and trail down, over her legs, to her crotch, pressing down with his three central fingers.

A moan ripples from her lips and Bucky inhales it. He loves the sound. It is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“I said: Repeat. That. Again.” The authority that is already in Steve’s voice sends blood straight down to Bucky’s crotch, let alone make (Y/N) feel like she’s about to gush like a waterfall. She gulps.

“You’re both so hard, Captain?” Her voice is questioning and quiet as she answers with what she thinks her blond lover wants. Unfortunately, it only receives another smack on her ass in response.

“Wrong. I asked you to repeat what you said, and what did you say, baby girl?” The man explains, beginning to make circle motions with his fingers and loving the feeling of her hips uncontrollably grinding down.

(Y/N)’s half-closed eyes look up to meet the gorgeous, blue gaze of Bucky’s in a desperate, silent plea, but he simply shakes his head as he has one hand stroking her face whilst the other palms his clothed cock.

“I said: you’re both so hard, daddy.”

Slap.

“Fuck!” The girl whimpers, body jolting forward into Bucky’s once again.

“And who are we, sweetheart?” Steve continues.

The amount of times she’s gulped makes the brunet smirk, knowing that it’s her natural response to anticipation.

“You’re Captain,” She begins, Steve humming for her to continue. “And he’s Sergeant.”

Buck hums in approval, leaning down to kiss her already swollen lips.

“That’s a good girl.” Cap murmurs.

“Our good girl.” Bucky agrees.

Pulling back, The Winter Soldier raises his hand to the woman’s lips, hand lightly cupping her face whilst the thumb traces her lips. She doesn’t think as her tongue slips out and circles the tip of his thumb, his actions stopping momentarily to watch hers. Loving the way her eyes close in content. Following prompt, her lips close around the tip, tongue still swirling whilst she moves her head forwards until her lips hit the bottom.

The man groans in approval.

“Does my baby doll wanna suck my cock?” He quizzes, loving the way she nods and hums against him whilst continuing her actions with her mouth. Moans vibrating onto his skin from her mouth as Steve continues his assault on her clothed womanhood. “Does my slutty little girl wanna suck Sergeant’s cock?”

“Yes. Yes, Sergeant, please let me suck your cock.” (Y/N) pleads as she releases his thumb, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

“I wanna see you come for Stevie first, you minx.”

The woman moans at his words and nods, allowing herself to truly indulge in the pleasure she’s being brought by her other lover’s fingers. Upon hearing the request, Steve slides his hand up her leggings and slides his hand inside the material, reaching down and sliding inside her underwear.

“Is our gorgeous girl wearing that dirty, red, lace thong today, hm?” Steve hums, leaning over so that his lips are beside her ear again.

(Y/N) whimpers and throws her head back against his shoulder.

“Well? Is she?”

“Why don’t we find out.” Bucky states, using both hands to grab the top band of the material and yank it, ripping it straight and pulling the material off of her body.

She quietly screams and her eyes widen as she looks down at what the brunet did, the sight making her more turned on than she’d like to admit.

“Well, well, well,” The brunet smirks as the men are revealed with a brand new thong. It’s white, has a baby blue bow on the front with some baby blue ribbon adorning her crotch area. “Did our baby doll get some new underwear and choose not to tell us?”

Steve chooses that moment to shove two fingers straight inside her as she tries to respond, Buck watching her eyes widen and jaw drop as she moans, hands flying forwards to grip onto his shirt. He catches her wrists in his hands.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” He promises, taking a small step forward so that she’s pretty much sandwiched between the two soldiers.

“Oh my God…!” (Y/N) cries as the blond relentless finger fucks her pussy, feeling how dripping wet she already is.

“That feel good, baby doll? You like our Stevie finger fucking that tight little cunt? You love it, don’t you? You love our super soldier shoving his big fingers in that tight hole.”

The woman looks up and stares into Bucky’s eyes as his words make her body tremble. Her jaw is slack and tries to move to speak properly but it’s no use.

“Buck asked you a question, sweetheart.” Steve purrs in her ear, kissing her neck just underneath as he continues his assault. She whimpers. “And it’d be rude not to answer him.”

He chooses that point to curl his fingers, hitting that spot that he and Buck know too well. The moan that escapes her is pornographic and it makes them growl.

“Answer me.” Bucky demands.

“I love it. I love it so much. I love having Captain finger fuck my tight, little pussy!” She exclaims, looking up at the brunet with desperate eyes.

“That’s our girl. How’re you feeling, baby doll? Colour?”

“Green.” (Y/N) manages to whimper, knowing their colour code is the most important thing when they’re in the bedroom.

“Good girl. How’re you feeling?” Steve repeats the other question. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers, sweetheart. You close to coming for me, princess? Is my slutty little girl going to come all over her Captain’s fingers?”

The breaths that desperately come from her mouth make the men smile, Steve speeding up the actions with his fingers whilst Bucky continues to caress her body.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come- I’m gonna- shit! I’m gonna come. Captain, Sergeant, please let me come. Please!” (Y/N) pleads, voice sounding so wrecked and desperate.

Both Steve and Bucky look at each other and smirk as they listen to their girl beg.

“Is our baby doll gonna come for us?” Bucky clarifies, knowing full-well that she is.

“Our dirty, little princess going to give me all of her come?” Steve adds, not stopping his fingers and feels her clamp down on them, her hands gripping Bucky’s shirt like her life depended on it. “Come, baby. Come.”

“FUCK!” She screams, allowing herself to rest her body weight on Bucky, not that he minded - nor really noticed - as he stroked her sides, coaxing her into, through, and out of her ecstatic orgasm.

They can’t help but admire her state. The way her body just becomes lax in their hands.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky murmurs, raising his hands to her face, holding it between his hands and looking into her eyes.

She manages to force her eyes open and give her brunet lover and reassuring smile and nod.

“Yes, Sergeant.”

“That’s our girl.” He grins, leaning down and planting a delicate kiss on her lips.

“Wanna suck Sergeant’s and Captain’s cock.” Her voice repeats her earlier request, shuffling her way out of the men’s grip and dropping to her knees. Her hands reach up, yanking the brunet’s sweatpants down with ease and instantly coming face-to-face with his rock-hard cock as he hadn’t put on any underwear.

“You like that, baby? Like seeing Sergeant’s cock all hard and throbbing for you?” Bucky coos, sliding his right hand through her hair, moving it out of her face.

Just as the woman goes to reach up with her hands, Stevie’s tutting and humming a uh, uh, uh causes her to freeze. Her eyes remain staring at Bucky but she’s listening to her Captain’s follow up words.

“Hands behind your back, baby girl.” The blond orders. She gulps and complies, hands going behind her back and holding onto the wrist of each hand with the other. “Good girl. Now put that pretty mouth to use on our Sergeant’s cock.”

The words our Sergeant send a shiver right to the girl’s core, whimpering audibly before leaning forwards and kitten licking the tip of Bucky’s dick. He immediately hisses and tightens his grip on her hair.

“Don’t tease me, kitten. I’m ready to explode.” His voice holds warning yet both (Y/N) and Steve sense the desperation and weakness in his tone. He uses her pause to yank his t-shirt over his head and throw it aside.

(Y/N) does as told and wraps her lips around his shaft, tongue coating it in saliva. She starts off fairly innocent, taking no more than half his cock in gentle movements. Steve wants nothing more than to get his own dick out and begin playing with himself at the sight of his two lovers but he adores the sight of (Y/N) removing his trousers, especially the belt.

After minutes of being gentle, the woman unexpectedly relaxes her throat and drops her entire mouth onto the soldier’s cock, gagging on it. Curses rip from Bucky’s mouth as he snaps his head down to stare at the sight. Her teary eyes and red face sending him straight to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.

“FUCK, (Y/N), baby. You take my cock so good, doll. Take your Sergeant’s cock so fucking good.” He growls. She still doesn’t let up until Steve grabs the back of her hair and yanks it back, pulling her off of the man’s dick, coughing and catching her breath.

“Don’t push yourself.” The blond demands, knowing that (Y/N) will try and take more than she can to please the pair of them.

The woman nods but immediately goes back to sucking Bucky’s cock, increasing her speed.

“God, look at you… So desperate for your Sergeant’s cock like the little slut you are.” He comments, voice strained as he admires the view and tries his hardest to hold off his orgasm.

“Want Sergeant Barnes to come in my mouth.” She mewls as she removes his shaft from her mouth, glancing up with teary eyes to meet his gaze.

Bucky swears his eyes roll to the back of his head at her words.

“Yeah? You want my come in your mouth, baby doll? Want me to coat your mouth in my come?” He quizzes, encouraging her to work her mouth on him like no one ever has or could.

Her attempt is successful as she speeds up her actions, desperately working for her lover’s come. Unable to control himself also, Steve reaches forward and grabs Bucky’s jaw in his hand, firmly. Buck’s eyes snap open, along with his mouth as desperate pants come from his lips.

“Come down our slut’s throat, Sergeant.” The blond demands, voice and expression holding nothing but absolute authority which makes Bucky groan and release himself.

Moaning and throwing his head back, the man releases in his girl’s mouth, streams of hot come erupting from his cock and (Y/N) makes sure that she doesn’t miss a single drop. She also moans at the taste, making sure to gently work her mouth around him so that she gets every last drop.

“Bucky, colour?” Steve demands, watching the brunet take a few deep breaths before meeting his gaze.

“Green.”

“(Y/N), colour?” Cap follows up, looking down as (Y/N) glances up to meet his stare.

“Green.” She confirms, licking her lips.

“That’s our girl.” The man grins, reaching down and stroking her cheek, adoring the way she leans into his touch.

His gentle nature disappears as quick as it appeared as he slides his hand into her hair, yanking her up to her feet, sadistically loving the way she hisses at the sharp pain, and presses his lips to hers, tongue invading her mouth once again, adoring the taste of a certain Sergeant’s come that lingers in her mouth.

“Our pretty little whore.” He mutters, watching the way her eyes glass over with lust at his words. He smirks, admiring the sight of her falling deeper and deeper into the dreamland she calls subspace. The place where she doesn’t have to worry or think about anything. The place where she well and truly gives herself to Bucky and Steve, allowing them the trust of owning her entire body. Words will never be able to explain how much they appreciate and treasure that trust.

“Captain,” The woman whispers, staring into his blue eyes that hold so much love and affection in them.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

A carefree smile, one that represents that of a little girl, etches itself onto (Y/N)’s face.

“Love you.”

Steve swears his heart swells up at her words and he smiles back, leaning forward and giving her lips a gentle peck.

“I love you too, princess, but I think a certain man behind you is feeling left out.” He teases.

“Love you, Sergeant.” (Y/N) whispers, leaning back and trusting the brunet to catch her body, which he does without fail.

“I love you too, doll.” Bucky’s voice murmurs, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“Want Captain’s cock.” The girl states, voice needy - almost whiny.

Steve’s eyes close at her words as he momentarily fantasises about the sight he’s grown to love so much. Dropping down to her knees once more, Steve releases his grip on her hair, watching her hands stay by her side as she raises her head to his crotch, more or less stroking her face against it, feeling the bulge against her face before opening her mouth, licking the denim that covers his erection. He also yanks his long-sleeved tee over his head and tosses it aside.

“Look at you, baby girl. So fucking needy for your Captain’s dick, even after taking your Sergeant’s so well.” The blond mocks, stroking her hair as if she’s his pet. His kitten.

(Y/N) nods against him and looks up at him with the most loving expression.

“Love your cock, Captain.”

The man throws his head back and nods, mainly to himself.

“Good fucking girl.” He murmurs.

The woman reaches up for the man’s belt and glances up to him again.

“Can I take your belt off, Captain?” Her voice is so innocent, genuinely asking if her actions are permitted. It drives the two soldiers crazy with desire.

“God, you’re such a good girl asking your Captain for permission.” Steve groans, stroking her hair in approval. “Go ahead, baby.”

Nodding, (Y/N) unbuckles the man’s belt and pulls it out of the belt loops in his jeans. Turning around, the woman glances up at Bucky and hands him the material. The brunet smirks and crouches down, using his free hand to lightly grasp her face and press his lips to her own.

“Such a good girl for us.” He praises, watching the sparkle in her eyes as he does.

Once he stands back up, the woman shuffles on her knees again so that she’s facing Steve, reaching up to unbutton and unzip his jeans before pulling them down his legs. Steve helping her dismiss them by kicking them off.

“Captain, you’re so hard.” The girl mewls against him, feeling her other lover’s hands grab her wrists, pulling them behind her back. She feels the leather material of Steve’s belt wrap around her wrists, tightly.

“All for you, baby girl.” The blond responds before Bucky speaks up.

“Colour, kitten?”

“Green.” She whispers, feeling the brunet begin tying up the belt on her wrists.

(Y/N)’s tongue escapes her mouth and licks Cap’s erection over his grey boxer shorts, hearing him hiss at the mild sensation. Unable to help himself, the man grabs her hair tightly once again, forcing her to lean her head back and look up at him.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” He demands, (Y/N) nodding.

“Yes, Captain, sorry Captain.”

“Good girl.”

Using her teeth, the woman reaches up and bites the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, over his ass and down his thighs. Again, the man uses his own legs to help her shuffle and kick them off.

“Think you can take it, princess?” Steve murmurs, watching the way she stares at his shaft smiling as she nods.

Without another thought, (Y/N) leans forwards and takes his cock into her mouth, instantly working it as best she can. Meanwhile, Bucky reaches for the top of the jumper she’s wearing, at the back, and rips the material straight down the back centre. The woman moans and the vibrations prompt Steve to groan, jolting his hips forwards so that his cock hits the back of her throat.

“Well, would you look at that.” Bucky begins, admiring the view. “Our little slut has a matching bra to go with her pretty, lacy underwear.”

Cap glances down to see the undergarments and growls at the sight.

“You kept that from us, didn’t you, baby?” The blond comments, continuing to rock his hips gently into the woman’s mouth. She hums a response that is incoherent as she focuses on pleasuring the man.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Bucky demands, crouching behind the woman once again and stroking his hands all over her almost-bare body. “So fucking sexy.”

“I need to be inside her, I can’t handle this.” Steve suddenly pleads, pulling himself out of her mouth and watching her lick her lips, eyes showing disapproval at his withdrawal. “Don’t give me that look, you’re about to get fucked properly, sweetheart.”

The excitement and lust that shows on her face makes him bite his lip.

“God, I adore you.” He smiles, reaching down and kissing her. She moans into his mouth as Bucky’s palms grope her tits, hard. “You like that, baby girl? You like our soldier grabbing your pretty tits? They’re so perfect and gorgeous.”

“I love it.” (Y/N) whimpers, whining even more when she feels Bucky press himself against her back, grinding his hard cock against her ass, her hips moving to work with it.

“I’ve gotta have her ass, Steve. I need it.” The brunet pleads, sucking on the skin of her neck.

“Fine by me, means I get to fuck that tight little pussy.” The Captain nods.

“What do you want, doll?”

(Y/N) snaps out of her dazed bliss for a second.

“I need you both to fuck me, now.”

A slap on her ass makes her eyes widen.

“You don’t make the demands round here, little girl.” Bucky warns, stroking over the red mark that’s appearing on her skin. “Now, do you want to try that again?”

The woman’s eyes meet Steve’s, looking for help, but he simply raises a brow.

“Sergeant, please put your cock in my ass whilst Captain puts his cock in my tight, little pussy.”

Both men moan shamelessly at her words and nod. Buck standing up and yanking (Y/N) up with him, hands on her hips.

“Come here, baby girl.” Steve prompts, tapping the backs of her upper thighs, insinuating her to jump. She complies and whimpers as his tip instantly prods against her clothed clit.

Bucky has crossed the room to their bed and grabbed the bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer, pouring some onto his hand and stroking his cock with it. As a distraction, Steve uses one hand to pull the woman’s underwear aside and immediately slides his cock inside her, filling her to the brim. A gasp rips from her and her jaw falls slack.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good around my cock, sweetheart. Your tight little pussy is clenching my dick so hard and so well. Love the feeling of your pretty pussy around me.” The blond groans, eyes closed as he relishes in the feeling of his girl’s cunt. “(Y/N), breathe for me, love.”

Steve forces himself to snap out of his pleasure-heightened state for a moment as he acknowledges the lack of oxygen flowing through the woman’s body.

“(Y/N),” The Captain attempts again.

“Doll, colour?” Bucky adds.

“M’okay.” She murmurs, gaze meeting Steve’s.

“Colour?” He repeats.

“Orange-Green.” (Y/N) responds. “Please, move.”

“You keep breathing for me, sweetheart, and I promise we’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

The woman nods.

“Words, doll.” The brunet orders, (Y/N) leaning back against him.

“Yes, Captain.”

“That’s our girl.” Steve smiles, beginning to pull out before sliding back in. The whimpers that crawl out her mouth making him groan.

“Faster, please.”

“Colour?” Cap questions.

“Green. Green, so very green.”

Without another thought, his pace becomes relentless. Moans and cries rip from them both, indulging in the feeling.

Coating his own hand in lube, Bucky spreads his girl’s ass from behind and slides his right hand between, teasing her entrance with his index finger, feeling that her hole is already lubricated from her come.

“Stevie,” The brunet calls, prompting the Cap to slower his thrusts in understanding.

“Relax for me, baby.” Bucky’s husky voice murmurs, pushing against the barrier of her asshole. She whimpers at the sensation and leans forward into Steve. “That’s our girl. You’re doing so well. You’re so tight for me, kitten.”

Her whines and whimpers soon enough turn into moans and pleads.

“More. Please, more.” Her voice begs, turning her head around to try and view her brunet lover.

“Such a needy little whore, begging for your Sergeant to fuck your ass with his fingers.” Bucky degrades, pouring more lube onto the top of her ass and watching it slip down the crack and cover his fingers. Coating his middle finger, he slowly begins to slide that in alongside his index.

A long, pleasured sigh exhales from her lips. Steve turns his head and presses gentle kisses to the side of her head.

“You’re doing so well, princess. Taking our Sergeant’s fingers so well.” He coos.

“Please, Sergeant, fuck me.” (Y/N)’s voice whines. Bucky groaning and nodding.

“You tell me to stop at any time, okay, doll?” Buck confirms, hearing her hum in confirmation. “Good girl.”

Bucky empties the rest of the lubricant onto his cock and covers it, keeping two fingers in the woman’s ass, only pulling out, slowly, as he aligns his dick with her entrance. He throws the bottle across the room.

“You ready, baby?” He checks once more.

“Yes, Sergeant.” The girl breathes, and with that, he slides into her, eyes clenching shut at the sensation, hands gripping her hips whilst Steve’s grip on her thighs tightens.

“Fuck, baby doll, so fucking tight.”

“Breathe, sweetheart.” Steve continues to remind her, smiling when he hears her release the breathsa she was holding in. “That’s our girl. Keep those breaths coming. You like feeling your Captain’s and Sergeant’s cocks inside you at once? You like it when your Captain and Sergeant fuck your tight pussy and ass at the same time? Such a little slut for us, baby girl.”

(Y/N)’s moan could be heard by the whole tower if it wasn’t soundproofed. Her grip on Steve would’ve painfully hurt the average person, but as we know, our super soldier could handle it. In fact, he loved the slight pain he felt when his girl was clinging to him, digging her nails and teeth into his skin as she feels two hard cocks slide into her at once.

Buck slides out about half way before sliding back in, setting a pace that matches with Steve’s. The groans and grunts that come from the men help (Y/N) chase her inevitable orgasm quicker, knowing that her body is able to make the two people she cares about most feel so good drives her wild.

“Fuck, kitten, you’re squeezing my dick so fucking hard. You gonna come, baby doll? You gonna come for Sergeant and Captain?” The brunet continues to coo, knowing his words can send the woman crazy. Her head nods, frantically.

“Yes. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come. Please, Sergeant, Captain, please can I come?!” She finishes her beg with a gasp as Steve hits her g-spot, she stares at his hooded, blue eyes.

“Come.” Steve’s voice holds nothing but authority and demand, sending her spiralling toward ecstasy. Her head throws itself back along with her eyes rolling backward.

The blond growls at the feeling of her clenching around his cock and he knows he won’t be able to hold off much longer. A grip on his hair makes him re-open his eyes - unsure of when he even closed them - and look to see Bucky’s tense face staring at him.

“Come inside her.” He tells his boyfriend.

“Please, Captain. Please give me your come.” (Y/N) pleads, still coming down from her high but desperate for the man to give her what she’s after. “I want your come dripping out of me.”

“FUCK!” Steve cries out, throwing his own head back as his hips set an uncontrollable, relentless pace, chasing his own orgasm which is ready.

The woman, now leaning her head on Steve’s shoulder once more, continues whimpering words of plead into his ear.

“Come for me, Captain. Come for your little slut. I’m your good little whore, right? Please give me your come. Please!”

“I’m gonna come!” Cap’s voice is strained as thick streams of come erupt from his cock and deep inside the woman’s cunt, (Y/N) feeling absolutely all of it.

Bucky would be lying if he said that the feeling, sight and sound of his two lovers coming together didn’t throw him to the brink of his own orgasm, but he wanted to hold off. He knew if he had his second orgasm now, he would be too exhausted to finish off his girl after, and he knows exactly what he wants to do.

“So fucking hot.” The brunet grunts once Steve takes some deep breaths to come down from his high. “Gonna slide out of your tight, little ass, okay, doll?” He checks, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of her back.

The woman nods and makes a humming noise.

His actions and slow and cautious, making sure he doesn’t hurt his girl, nor make her uncomfortable. She whines slightly when his cock finally leaves her ass but Steve’s strokes on her body calm her.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Green.” (Y/N) whispers. The blond places a kiss atop her head.

“Good girl.

Bucky’s hands reach around to sit alongside Steve’s under her thighs.

“Gonna let Stevie pull out of you, okay, doll?”

The woman hums again, leaning back so her weight is on the brunet instead of the blond. Steve complying and slowly pulling his cock out of her cunt, groaning at the sight of his come mixed with hers dripping out of her, onto the floor, her thong still sitting aside her slit.

“Can see our come dripping out of you, baby girl. So fucking hot.” Steve comments.

Adjusting his arms, Bucky holds the woman bridal style and lays her down on their bed. He sits on his knees at the bottom of her legs.

“Think you can handle one more orgasm for me, kitten?”

Her glazed eyes meet his own that hold nothing but love and care, knowing that if she chose to say no, he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest.

“Yes, Sergeant.” Her voice sounds so gone but the men know that they still have a strong hold on her. They’ll never lose her when she’s like this.

“That’s our girl. Colour?”

“Green.” She confirms.

Bucky smiles and presses small, gentle kisses along her legs, gently reaching up and removing her underwear.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He coos, lightly helping her in doing so. Not pushing. Never pushing. “So fucking gorgeous.” The man murmurs, eyeing up her glistening pussy that still has her’s and Steve’s mixed come dribbling out of it. “You going to let me taste my gorgeous boyfriend and girlfriend’s come, doll?”

She whimpers again and nods, letting her head lay back on the pillow beneath her.

“Tell me.”

“Sergeant, please eat my pussy. I want Sergeant Barnes to taste mine and Captain’s come. Please, taste me. I want to come all over your tongue.”

“Fuck, baby.” He utters, leaning forwards and licking a bold stripe up from the entrance of her pussy to her clit. The man adores the shiver that she responds with. “Our sensitive little girl.”

As Bucky dives in and truly begins eating out the woman. What Steve can’t help himself doing in the meantime is sliding behind his male lover, who’s backside is raised from being on his knees, and reaches around his torso to grasp his throbbing cock. The brunet moans against (Y/N)’s pussy in response, not expecting the much welcomed attention.

“Colour, Buck.” Steve prompts, checking this is what the man is okay with.

“Green. So very fucking green.”

The blond chuckles at his desperate words and nods, working his cock in his hands.

“Gonna need those multitasking skills now, Sergeant. Wanna have you come whilst you make her come.”

Bucky moans against the girl’s cunt at his man’s words.

(Y/N) flickers her eyes open to see what the words Steve’s saying actually mean, and she moans at the sight she’s greeted with. Having Bucky’s head between her thighs, eating her out like she’s his last meal, whilst Steve gives him a hand job and grinds his own cock against his ass drives her wild.

“You like that, our little whore, huh? You like seeing your Captain play with your Sergeant’s cock?” The blond mocks, (Y/N) whimpering and nodding.

She’s immediately distracted from the sight as Bucky shoves his tongue inside her hole, making her hand reach down and grip his hair, hips bucking upwards and head throwing itself back.

“You like Sergeant tongue-fucking your come-filled pussy, baby girl?”

The woman can’t respond, she simply nods her head, desperately.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

“YES! Yes, Captain, yes! I love Sergeant tongue-fucking my come-filled pussy!” She screams as she continues to buck her hips against his mouth, that is until his hands come up to her hips and pin them down.

“Don’t be a desperate little slut. Keep your hips still and I’ll give you what you want.” Bucky’s voice demands, glancing up to meet her glassy eyes. She whimpers as she sees her come mixed with Steve’s on his lips.

“Yes, Sergeant, sorry, Sergeant.”

“That’s our girl.”

Buck can feel his own resolve crumbling as Steve continues to work his cock with his hands. His own hips begin moving on their own accord to chase the orgasm that’s so close.

“Wanna come, Sergeant? Want to come all over my hand? You gotta make our girl come first and I promise I’ll let you.” Steve comments, feeling the way the brunet desperately works against his hand actions.

The brunet groans and nods against (Y/N)’s cunt, knowing she’s getting close anyway and begins toying with her clit.

“Oh, God!” She cries out, gripping his hair with so much force. He loves it. He absolutely adores it.

“You gonna come all over our Sergeant’s tongue, baby? Do you want to come in his mouth whilst I make him come all over our bed and my hand?” The blond coos.

“YES! Please, please, please, please! I’m gonna come, oh God. I can’t- shit! Captain, I feel like- Oh my God! SERGEANT-” (Y/N) trips over her words and Steve’s eyes almost sparkle when he realises what her feeling must be.

“Make our whore squirt, Sergeant.” He demands, taking an educated guess. “Make her squirt whilst you come all over my hand.”

Bucky swears he’s never been in such euphoria before as he feels his girlfriend squirt into his mouth, screaming as she does so, hands yanking on his hair as she cries out in pleasure. He himself groaning and bucking his hips uncontrollably, trying to focus on getting his girl off instead of moaning as he comes for the second time that night all over Steve’s hands. The Captain also manages to come, strings of hot, white semen landing on Bucky’s back. The unison of all three of them moaning and crying out in pleasure.

Steve manages to come around first, seeing (Y/N) and Bucky looking like they’re almost passed out and he knows he can’t let that happen. Despite his own exhaustion, he makes quick work of going to their ensuite and grabbing some wet cloths and dry towels, as well as running the bath.

“(Y/N), Buck, stay with me, alright?” He calls, Bucky humming in understanding but keeps his eyes closed as he rests against (Y/N)’s inner thigh. “(Y/N)!”

Upon hearing Steve’s second call of her name, the brunet forces his head up and reaches his hand up to his girl’s face.

“Hey, doll, open those eyes for me.” He murmurs, watching as her eyelids flicker and she reluctantly opens them. A few tears spill from them but the men know they’re from nothing but pleasure. “Colour, (Y/N).”

Her lips move slightly but she can’t find the energy to respond.

“Sweetheart, colour.” Steve additionally prompts whilst he cleans up the mess on Bucky’s back and dick before cleaning his own hands and cock.

“Green, Captain.”

Bucky goes to get up but Steve rests a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“I got it, don’t worry.”

“But, Steve-“

“Shh, Buck. Go to sleep, alright? You’re exhausted. I’ll look after her.”

The brunet gives the most appreciative smile he can in his tired state.

“Kiss me.” He mumbles, Steve complying and leaning down to kiss the man. “I love you, Steven Rogers.”

“I love you too, James Barnes.”

Turning back to the woman, Steve wraps his arms under her own and pulls her up so she’s sat upright against the headboard.

“Gonna run you a bath, okay, sweetheart?” The blond tells her, watching her nod.

“Was I a good girl, Captain?” She whispers, watching him wipe her lower regions as gently as he can.

“You’re always a good girl, (Y/N). I’m Stevie though, remember?” He tells her, glancing at her and flashing his reassuring smile. “Let’s get you in the bath.”

Steve picks up the woman and carries her to the bathroom, sitting her on the countertop by the sink.

“Can I take your bra off, princess?” He asks, raising both hands to her cheeks and stroking her flushed skin, wiping the tears that are still falling. (Y/N) nods, raising her hands so Steve’s arms can slide around her chest and unhook the material at the back, gently sliding the material down her arms and throwing it into the laundry basket.

“Will you come in the bath with me?” Her voice is that of a lost, innocent child and it makes Steve smile slightly, knowing that only him and Buck will ever have the pleasure of seeing her this innocent and vulnerable.

“Of course I will, sweetheart.”

He lifts her again and climbs into the, now ready, bath, using his foot first to check the temperature. He sits behind the girl, legs on either side, as she sits between them, leaning back against his chest. Steve reaches over and turns off the taps before stroking over the woman’s skin.

“How’re you feeling, (Y/N)?” The man asks.

“M’happy.” Her voice is still so carefree and almost childlike that Steve knows he hasn’t got her back.

“Remember that time when you, me and Buck went to go and buy him a suit for Tony’s New Year party and he couldn’t work out how to do the tie? He had that black suit on that you adore and you had to teach him how to properly tie the tie because he refused to accept that you tucked the large part into the top. You told him about clip-on ties and he threw a fit because he had to wear a proper one.” Steve begins to talk to the woman, coaxing her mind back to reality. “Then on the day of the party, Tony was complaining that we were late because Bucky was adamant on tying it himself but he couldn’t. He wasn’t letting us anywhere near it.”

A small chuckle escapes the man as he reaches behind him to grab the woman’s apple scented shampoo, pouring some on his hand and returning the bottle.

“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart? Just going to wash your hair.” He requests, (Y/N) complying. “That was the night that Sam spilt champagne all over you. I’ve never seen the man look so scared of Buck and I before.” Another small laugh comes from his lips.

The man falls silent again for a few moments whilst he massages his girl’s hair, making sure that the shampoo is covering every strand.

“Luckily Pepper managed to get that stain out without ruining the dress.” He smiles, now washing the shampoo out of her hair. “It was similar to when we went out for my birthday at that restaurant near the State Building and the waiter spilt red wine on my trousers. If looks could kill, Bucky would be a wanted man.”

He continues to reminisce on a handful of their infinite memories whilst washing her hair and body, helping her out with shaving as well.

“(Y/N), sweetheart?” He asks once he’s washed himself as well.

“Yeah?” Her voice whispers in response.

“Have I got my girl back?”

The blond misses the smile on (Y/N)’s lips as she turns slightly so she can curl up against his body.

“Yeah. She’s all here, thanks to you.”

“God, I love you, you know that?” Steve smiles, pressing a kiss atop her head.

“I love you too, Stevie. Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect, never better. Shall we get out and dry and head to sleep? Buck will complain about the coldness of an empty bed sooner or later.” The man chuckles, prompting a giggle from the woman.

“Yeah.”

Steve climbs out the tub first, grabbing a towel and briefly drying himself off before tying it around his waist, grabbing another one of (Y/N) and opening it up for her to step into.

“Come on, pretty girl.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” She smiles, allowing the man to dry her body off, more or less using the time to worship her body all over again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He tells her, pressing kisses to all of her scars from their never-ending missions.

It took far too long for Steve and Bucky to assure the woman that she’s absolutely flawless, scars and all, but they got there. And although she’s still learning to accept them herself, she knows that her two super soldiers truly believe that she is stunning, and that’s enough for her.

“What do you want to wear to bed?” He asks as the step back into the room, eyeing up Bucky who’s fast asleep on his side of the bed.

“Anything.” (Y/N) shrugs, Steve nodding and grabbing a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt from his closet and hands them to the woman.

“These okay?”

“Perfect.”

They both change into their respective nightwear and climb into bed, (Y/N) laying between the two men. As soon as they settle down, Bucky’s arm wraps around her waist and pulls her against his chest.

“Took your sweet time.” He mumbles into her hair, followed by a small kiss.

The woman giggles.

“Sorry, baby.” She whispers, kissing his chest.

“Don’t be. How’re you feeling?”

“All good. Go back to sleep, my sleepy soldier.” Her voice is so full of love and adoration it makes the man’s heart swell with so many positive emotions that he’s still getting used to.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, James.”

Steve curls himself up against (Y/N)’s back and also wraps his arm around her.

“Thank you for declining the mission.” The blond whispers, feeling Bucky tense up slightly at the words.

“I would never do that to either of you.” She replies, followed by a yawn. “I love you both too much.”

“That’s our girl.” Bucky smiles, feeling himself drift off once more, knowing that he’s got his two lovers safe with him.

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Monday, March 20, 2017

It's the first day of spring but you would still think it's the dead of winter here in Ottawa. I hear it snowed in Vancouver recently too. I don't consider spring starting until I can't see anymore snow on the ground around our neighbourhood. I figure that will be the middle of April this year. I've already seen a robin at our house though. We put up a bird feeder last fall and it attracts many birds. Mostly house sparrows but we see finches, juncos, nuthatches, chickadee-dee-dees and our favourites the cardinals and woodpeckers. The male cardinals are bright red-orange and the females are a mocha coffee colour. We have had downy, hairy and pileated woodpeckers come and feed. Watching the birds outside our window is like watching fish swim around an aquarium. Very calming. Until the undesirables show up. Starlings and squirrels snark up a lot of feed and scare away the little birdies. The squirrels have gotten so brazen now that I have to go outside to shoo them off the feeder. I used to be able to do that just by banging on the window. Stupid squirrels.

We lost one of the greatest comic book artists on March 18 when Bernie Wrightson succumbed to cancer and passed away. I have always been a bigger fan of the art side of our hobby and Bernie's art gave me goosebumps. His pen and ink work was stunning. Rest in peace Mr. Wrightson.

Punisher #10 - Becky Cloonan (writer) Matt Horak (art) Frank Martin with Guru-eFX (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I'm disappointed in Matt. This whole issue takes place at a sea port in Newfoundland and he didn't put one Canadian flag in any of the panels. Even a little one would have been nice. It looks like another dire situation for Frank but the bad guys screwed themselves. You'll see the obvious giveaway, but maybe I'm wrong.

Uncanny Avengers #21 - Gerry Duggan (writer) Kevin Libranda (art) Dono Sanchez Almara with Protobunker (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). If there's a fill-in artist who makes me just as happy to read this book as when regular artist Pepe Larraz draws it, then it's Kevin Libranda. I liked how Deadpool found a way to defeat the Red Skull's Professor X powers. I wonder if they're going to bring back old Charles.

Batman #19 - Tom King (writer) David Finch (pencils) Danny Miki, Trevor Scott & Sandra Hope (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). The art in this issue is pretty awesome. Part 4 of "I Am Bane" has the big bad guy wading through Batman's rogues gallery one by one. Almost every Bat villain you can think of get's his licks in. odd that there are no women. I was also bothered by the fact that they're all loose inside Arkham asylum. How are they going to be get back in custody? The last page leads into the inevitable final battle between Bane and Batman and I want to see who wins. Like I couldn't guess.

American Gods #1 - Neil Gaiman (writer) P. Craig Russell (script & layouts) Scott Hampton (art) Rick Parker (letters). I started a list of books I want to read after the Snail closed because I found myself with a lot of extra time. American Gods by Neil Gaiman is on that list. I've been told what the premise of the book is so I had a bit of background going into reading this first issue of the comic book adaptation. Reading the comic book is going to enhance my reading of the novel when I get around to it because I will visualize Scott's depictions of the characters in my head and they are very nice ones. The back-up story "Somewhere in America" by P. Craig Russell (script & art) and Lovern Kindzierski (colours) was a hot piece of erotica about unsafe sex. This gets added to my "must read" list.

Totally Awesome Hulk #17 - Greg Pak (writer) Mahmud Asrar (art) Nolan Woodard (colours) Cory Petit (letters). This hasn't been a solo book for the last few issues with Amadeus hanging out with his friends but I am still enjoying it. This issue is a good place to start as the team has to figure out a way to save themselves and some civilians from being eaten by aliens. You could call these guys the Asian Avengers because what happens in this issue gives them something to avenge. If you jump on here you won't want to jump off until you read the next issue.

Batwoman #1 - Marguerite Bennett & James Tynion IV (writers) Steve Epting (art) Jeromy Cox (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). Kate chases after a mystery woman from her past after dealing with a terrorist in Istanbul. I like how she's teamed up with Julia Pennyworth.

Kill or be Killed #7 - Ed Brubaker (writer) Sean Phillips (art) Elizabeth Breitweiser (colours). This issue features Dylan's ex-girlfriend Kira, now with purple hair instead of red. I'm glad she's still hanging around because boy does she have problems. We start off during a session with her therapist and get a lot of background. I love this kind of stuff because it makes the characters more engaging. Kira might need an emergency session after she decides to do something stupid at Dylan's place.

Monsters Unleashed #5 - Cullen Bunn (writer) Adam Kubert (art) David Curiel & Michael Garland (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). Okay, Kid Kaiju comes through to save the world from the Leviathon Mother, showing up all the Marvel super heroes. I guess that's why he's getting his own book. Look for it to hit the racks on April 19. Unless it's drawn by an artist that I really like I will take a pass. The Kid's creations are more suited to fans of action figures or Saturday morning cartoons than an old coot like me.

Super Sons #2 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Jorge Jimenez (art) Alejandro Sanchez (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). This is great. I don't know why but I love really well written comics about young super heroes like this and Champions. Maybe it's because I can't let go of being a kid. Damian and Jonathan have to deal with Super Lex in order to get a lead on Kid Amazo, the very bad boy they're after. Everything doesn't go smoothly and then, uh-oh, their dads find out about what they're doing. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Wild Storm #2 - Warren Ellis (writer) John Davis-Hunt (art) Steve Buccellato (colours) Simon Bowland (letters). This 24 issue series is very ambitious and there are a lot of players involved. If I was a new reader I would be wondering who are these people? Some people work for International Operations (IO) and some people work for Halo. The two organisations don't like each other and they're both after Angela Spica, the Engineer. I hope that helps with getting into this story. One of my favourite things from the old series was the Door which could transport people to different places. I think we're introduced to a new Door this issue and she's a lot better looking than Lockjaw.

Ms. Marvel #16 - G. Willow Wilson (writer) Takeshi Miyazawa (art) Ian Herring (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I like this story about a malevolent computer virus and it looks like Kamala can't defeat it. That is until she gets a clue from her old pal Bruno. I can't wait to find out how Doc.x gets deleted.

Superman #19 - Peter J. Tomasi & Patrick Gleason (writers) Patrick Gleason (pencils) Mick Gray (inks) John Kalisz (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). Part 3 of "Superman Reborn" looks like it might resurrect the pre-New 52 Lois and Clark. I hope not. That would confuse me to no end and then I would get annoyed and stop reading these amazing Superman books. Patrick draws the creepiest Mr. Mxyzptlk ever. I wonder if they're going to do the saying the imp's name backwards thing?

Guardians of the Galaxy #18 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Valerio Schiti (art) Richard Isanove (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I love these issues featuring one team member. Angela's up this time around and it's a beautifully drawn fight scene between her and some alien bounty hunter. The issue ends with a major threat heading for Earth. It starts with Th and rhymes with anus.

Spider-Man #14 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Sara Pichelli (art) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Nothing serious between Miles and Gwen despite what the cover shows. This is one of those issues that annoy Bendis detractors because nothing really happens. The heroes hop from one dimension to another and each wind up in different ones by the end of this issue. I can easily forgive because of Sara's art.

Mighty Thor #17 - Jason Aaron (writer) Russell Dauterman (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). The gods of Asgard and the Imperial Guard of the Shi'Ar finally come to blows in part 3 of "The Asgard/Shi'Ar War". Meanwhile Thor can't seem to win much in the challenge of the gads against the Shi'Ar gods Sharra and K'ythri. Mjolnir is sure getting a workout though. This book is not only chock full of action but it's visually stunning as well.

Amazing Spider-Man #25 - Dan Slott (writer) Stuart Immonen (pencils) Wade von Grawbadger (inks) Marte Gracia (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I wish you didn't have to pay $9.99 US for this one issue starting off "The Osborn Identity" story. That's a bit much for one comic book don't you think? Sure you get a bunch of back-up stories but none of those really matter to the main story. You do get 40 pages of Stuart and Wade goodness though, so why couldn't they have printed just that and charged $4.99 US? As you can probably tell Norman Osborn is back so the Green Goblin can't be far behind. I did like the team-up with Mockingbird with a hint of Peter and Bobbi possibly becoming more than friends. Here are the other stories that pad this issue. A fight with Clash by Christos Gage (writer) Todd Nauck (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters) which has the old "it's not what you think" twist at the end. A silly Tsum-Tsum story for the younger readers by Jacob Chabot (writer) Ray-Anthony Height (pencils) Walden Wong (inks) Jim Campbell (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Thank Thor that was a blessedly short 6 pages. A Parker Industries mishap at their Shanghai facility by James Asmus (writer) Tana Ford (art) Andres Mossa (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). A young Spider-Man story about a boy and his dog by Hannah Blumenreich (writer & pencils) Jordan Gibson (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Some Aunt May gags by Cale Atkinson which were even sillier than the Tsum-Tsum story. And finally to ease the pain of having to buy an overpriced comic book, the return of another Spider-Man nemesis. One thing that "The Clone Conspiracy" did was bring back Otto Octavius, Doc Ock. He now has a youthful body thanks to Miles Warren's cloning process. So meet The Superior Octopus by Dan Slott (writer) Giuseppe Camuncoli (pencils) Cam Smith (inks) Jason Keith (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). He's bad-ass now plus he's got Hydra backing. Here's a prediction: Somewhere in the future Peter and Norman have to team up to fight Otto and Hydra.

Archie #18 - Mark Waid (writer) Pete Woods (art & colours) Jack Morelli (letters). This issue proves that love is blind. Archie and Veronica have nothing in common and should not be together. Betty and Dilton Doiley are more compatible. I wish I was Dilton Doiley.

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