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mosaic-ivy · 1 year

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Spidey and his secrets

Peter Parker x Harley Keener

This was going to be an intro bit to an idea I wanted to flesh out more. Since I wrote this and idk what to do with it anymore, thought I'd put it up here! Warning though, there isn't any plot in this its purely just prologue.

Peter Parker seemed like an open book to everyone that meets him. He was a Lego-loving, oversized-clothes-wearing, lanky-looking typical nerd of a second year college student . And everyone who's ever met him will tell you how terrible of a liar he is, how it's impossible for him to keep the truth hidden if asked the right questions. He may not be capable of lying but he is the lord of deflecting conversations he doesn't want to have. Not many people notice it even if they've gone from "How'd you get that split lip?!" to "Jessie was so much better than good luck Charlie excuse you."

Ned and MJ are one of the few exceptions to this rule. They understand that the character of not being able to lie works well with his hero life as well. They're the only people in his life who won't tell you Peter is a bad liar. They wouldn't tell you anything really, they'll just attempt to deflect like Peter taught them. The latter is graciously better than Ned at it, but Peter claims they're both great.

They know he's lying.

May and Harley are the only ones who truly know everything there is to know about the young vigilante. They both hold pride on reaching that level of Peter's trust. They know it's not something that's easy to achieve. Harley especially, as he hears the other avengers joke about how terrible Peter is at lying every other day.

The avengers all would agree that he isn't the best liar. Going so far as to occasionally drop comments on how even a child wouldn’t believe his lies. Most of them still don't comprehend how he's the one with a secret identity out of all of them. All of them, except Natasha and Clint (they were spies after all) think they know everything there is to know about the Spandex clad hero. He puts up a front of ‘weak’ in public, but is actually a super powered hero that keeps the people of Queens safe. That's the only secret he obviously has, and hence they know everything. The spies know that there's parts of him they'll never know, unless he was to willingly give it away.

Peter was a boy of many secrets, so many that his secrets have secrets. He reveals these hidden layers of himself in a purposefully terrible way. The best trick in the book, if everyone thinks they found out your secret on their own and that you're a terrible liar- they create for themselves a false sense of superiority. Makes it easier to have leverage over people when they only know what you want them to know in an un obvious way.

The tattoos littering his body is a great example of this, along with his septum piercing. Only May and his closest friends knew of them. The Aries constellation on his left shoulder blade, the bouquet of daffodils and cleomes on the right side of his chest and the roll of film on his right arm were to name a few.

His boyfriend is another example.

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He had met Harley during summer break when he was a junior and Harley in his senior year. Harley came to visit Tony and in turn met the boy who he now calls the love of his life. They’d hit it off as best friends after a week of awkward small talk, after discovering their respective interests in chemistry and engineering were a fantastic combo in creating chaos amongst tower residents.

This was followed by daily texting when Harley had to go back to good ol’ Tennessee to complete high school. Texting slowly transitioned into calling whenever they both could make the time. All this while Tony thought Peter was just obsessed with texting some girl he had a crush on. Stark wasn’t even subtle about his assumption, very often telling him to “stop texting your girlfriend and come help me with this thing” whenever they were in the lab. He of course completely ignored the flustered teen's denial.

They only saw each other again when Harley graduated high school and stayed at the tower till his classes at MIT started. Peter had tried really hard to ask the boy out while he could still see him face to face. He really did. MJ and Ned didn’t believe him. He kept hyping himself up, on the last night before the blonde boy left for his 'new life' though quite far away from Peter at MIT. Harley had come over to his apartment and they were sat watching movies, just the two of them. After a final internal pep talk he gave himself instead of watching the movie, he turned to the boy who was the cause of his heartache to find his head leant on the back of the sofa and his eyes closed. He lost his chance.

They finally did kiss the next morning though. Happy had come to pick Harley from his sleepover at the Parkers in the afternoon and to get him to the airport on time. All his packed bags were already placed into the car before ever coming to Peter's last night so that wasn’t a worry. Harley had told Happy to give him 2 minutes, in which he completed the following;

-ran into the living room where he just said bye to Peter

-made sure Aunt May wasn’t in the room

-Hugged the brunette

-muttered a small “please don’t hate me” in his ear

-for last, and definitely most, Kissed the boy that's been driving him crazy for the past year.It wasn’t just a peck, no, they stayed like that for at least half a minute. Those few seconds were Harley going completely blank with soft romantic music in his head. After the 30 second mark though, Peter pulled back seemingly not at all mad at him but maybe even smiling. The blonde was unfortunately too overwhelmed with all his thoughts crashing back into him at once. And so he immediately ran out, slamming the front door closed and jumping into the car. Happy didn’t need to be told twice to leave, even if he wasn’t sure why there was any urgency to do so. Harley made all the updating calls he needed to to his mom and Tony before he switched off his phone. He spent the rest of the drive mulling over how Peter would hate him now. Resolutely convincing himself that ‘no he didn’t kiss you back you're just imagining things’

Peter was left standing there for an entire minute without moving and a ghost of a smile gracing his face before aunt May walked into the living room to see her nephew looking as if he were cosplaying a tomato. She had to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and with a lot of coaxing got him to explain what happened. The excitement and teasing from her had the boy blushing even more. She had to leave for work pretty soon after that and he used the time he had home alone to try to text Harley. He wasn’t graced with a response for a whole three days, before the blonde boy newly in Massachusetts gave in and finally replied.

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Ned and MJ found out about the kiss embarrassingly late even for them. Peter had told them after he and Harley finally talked about it more and said they were officially together, albeit not physically at that point. Peter and Harley chose not to disclose their relationship with the team, as they tend to be overbearing and outright condescending at times. Especially Tony for the overbearing bit. Hence how they’ve been together for 2 years at this point with no one knowing. They figured out that Natasha and Clint think they at least have a crush on each other but at least Clint hasn't caught onto the fact they’re actually together.

There's a necklace with a silver pendant that always hangs around Peter's neck. It was a little cuboid with an inward dent at the bottom. Ned and MJ knew a lot about him, but that necklace was just jewelry to them. Something he found at a thrift store around the end of senior year. They've noticed that he uses it like a good luck charm, and they've also seen him hold onto it during a panic attack more than once. It was important to him they could tell, but they never really wondered why.

Natasha complimented it once, when she had him pinned on the floor during a sparring session. "Cool necklace"

"Huh- oh thanks" he had muttered out, between his panting. She got off of him and lent him a hand. After he got up and dusted himself, she asked "Where'd you get it?"

"It was a gift." he said with a small smile. He walked away before she could ask who it was from. She was curious about it at that point but it got buried in the back of her mind at the end of the day.

Let me know if anybody wants a continuation maybe?

#spiderlad #parkner #parley #college parkner #aunt may #spider man #peter parker #idk how to tag lol #i also dk how to title or summarize #im a lost cause atp #biderman

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ao3feed-lokitony · 2 years

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When You Have A Type, And Find The Perfect Guy, But Can't Have Him

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/naNq52M

by GhostPrince_B00

After assasinating Stryker on a job for the X-Men as a trainee, Wade gets a little carried away and torches his entire location, which is met with distain. He is told to leave the X-Men facility, where he realises that he had best cover his own ass, in case the X-Men would sent someone after him with the same serum that had once mortalised Wolverine or something. So, he goes to an old friend, Bucky Barnes and his boyfriend, who just so happens to be Captain of the Avengers, another band of super-enhanced humans, who agrees to help him. Witht he roommate situation in the Avengers Tower, what could possibly happen when Wade is paired with Peter, Tony Stark's eldest son, a closeted gay college student who somehow manages to be an Avenger too?

Words: 4575, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Dopinder (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, The Boxes (Deadpool)

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Mentions of Colonel Stryker, Mercenaries, Mercenary Wade Wilson, X-Men References, X-Men Trainee Wade Wilson, Peter Parker and Wade Wilson First Meet, College Student Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Warren Worthington III Being an Asshole, Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), Married Tony Stark/Loki, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Wade Wilson Friendship, Texting, Roommates, Rated for Deadpool's Language, Explosions, Shooting Guns, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Wade Wilson Takes Care of Peter Parker, Closeted Peter Parker, X-Men Being Assholes To Wade Wilson, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Teen Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Family Feels, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Expactations, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Wade Wilson is a Tease, Wade Wilson is a Little Shit, Flirting, Scary Movies, Snacks & Snack Food, Wade Wilson Thinks Peter Parker Is Pretty, Flustered Peter Parker, Flirty Wade Wilson, Bucky Barnes is a little shit

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/naNq52M

#ao3feed #fanfic #frostiron #ironfrost #loki x tony #tony x loki

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and-dreaxoxo · 4 years

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Peter: *after getting gunshot on patrol* I'm sorry

Harley: I know

Peter: I promise it won't happen again in this week

Harley: 'K

Peter: I will behave?

Harley: Okay

Peter: Thank you...

Harley: ...

Peter: ...

Harley: ...

Peter: ...

Harley: Are you done yet?

Peter: Yeah?

Harley: *inhales deep*

Harley: WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE HOW CAN YOU GET GUNSHOT DON'T PROMISE ME SOMETHING YOU CAN'T DO PETER BENJAMIN PARKER—

Peter: *whisper* ah shit here we go again

#harley keener #peter parker #parkner #parley #keenker #peter parker x harley keener #harley keener x peter parker #peter is dumbass #harley is protective boyfriend #then peter sitting there listening all of harley words #harley is tired and they cuddle #ah shit here we go again #spiderlad #spiderman #incorrect spiderman quotes

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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the avengers meeting your boyfriend [teenage avenger headcanons!]

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.2k

request: yes / no

original request: can you do one where the reader gets a boyfriend and everybody is getting overprotective and when they see their door closed they all bust in while we are watching a movie bc they thought the reader & bf were making out so they give them “the talk”😭😭

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: so many oml but some include tony stark, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, thor, steve rogers, scott lang, bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, sam wilson, there's probably more but that's all i'll put for now lol

a/n: y'all know i had to use this picture LMAO anyways ty for the request!!! two in one day #slay (that rhymes) requests are still open, send in an ask whenever :)

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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ok first i’m gonna name ur bf so it doesn’t get confusing

HAHA

let’s call him

jack

guys i’m so unoriginal pls ignore :’)

anyways so you had been dating jack for a while

he had asked you to go to midtown’s winter formal together :)

and ofc u didn’t tell any of the avengers bc u KNEW they wouldn’t react well

but of COURSE mr. peter parker was so excited that he had to open his big mouth

miles kicked him under the table but it was too late

“who asked you to the formal y/n?” natasha asked, a small smile on her face

you could FEEL yourself blushing

all you wanted to do was like sink into the floor

which is actually physically possible (though it’s an anomaly)

bruce told you that :D

anyways you just shook your head

so then HARLEY decided to go “jack lastname”

IM REALLY BAD AT NAMES IM SORRY

and you were ready to die

right then and there

if the grim reaper decided it was your time you would be fine with it

so tony goes “jack lastname… huh.”

“tony, please don’t – “ you tried, but he was already there.

“jarvis, can you run a background check on that kid.”

you were so embarrassed.

miles, sweet sweet miles tried to change the subject

“so um… steve. how was… your day.”

but then there was sam wilson butting in

“when is winter formal anyway? you know we gotta know so we can take pictures.”

and that made you, harley, peter, and miles groan

tony was still looking at some tablet or whatever.

“stark!” came thor’s booming voice. “i thought you said no electronic devices were permitted at the dinner table! if they were, i would be much happier!!”

“yeah yeah. well they’re not. i’m busy.” tony replied, dismissing the god with a wave of his hand.

and happy, who was right next to tony, kept leaning over and shaking his head or nodding.

SO EMBARRASSING

anyways once you got done with dinner you went to put the dishes in the dishwasher robot

idk why i said it like that but it’s basically this cool thing where you put the dishes in the sink and this robot will wash them & put them away

very nice bc doing the dishwasher is so much work sometimes.

but then wanda, nat and carol came in

and you KNEW they were gonna try to get you to talk

“i’ll tell you guys later.” you spoke, trying to end the embarrassment.

“come on y/n! we want to see him at least.” carol said, tilting her head and raising a brow.

“ok fine.” you said, and pulled up a picture of jack. you showed it to them for like one second and then put your phone back in your pocket.

“hey wait! no fair! i wanna see! yeah.” came the voices of sam, clint, scott, and bucky as they tried to fight their way into the kitchen.

“that’s a hard no. maybe i’ll bring him here after the dance. harley peter miles and i were already going to stay over. then he could walk by you guys for TWO SECONDS and then do something with me.”

“alright.” said sam, crossing his arms and nodding.

“seems fair!” said bruce.

“perfect.” you replied, leaving the room to leave them all to inevitably gossip.

SKIP AHEAD

ok so it’s winter formal

and you strategically told jack to meet you there so that the avengers couldn’t bombard him during picture taking time.

so y’all had a super fun time

& u slow danced with each other 🤭🤭

it was super fun

but you were kind of dreading going back to the tower

you had told jack about being an avenger a few weeks ago

and he was super excited to meet them all

jack is like super sweet & really awesome

so it put you at ease a little bit.

so you went back to the tower with him

peter harley and miles had gone to get ice cream and were coming back later

so you did the retinal and fingerprint scan that would let you into the elevator

and you went up to the main floor (so you could get to your room)

but ofc they were all there

and so you took jack’s hand and brought him over to where they all were

he was lowkey freaking out

and bro

bucky and sam and clint and scott looked so unamused

tony and happy too

SO YOU JUST TRIED TO KEEP IT CIVIL

but they all were acting so clipped and like not charismatic

idk

but wanda, steve and bruce were rly nice so that put jack at ease a little bit

anyways so then you took jack to your room

you guys had been planning to watch a movie together

he was kind of nervous because he didn’t think the avengers liked him

but you assured him they did

(at least you hoped)

anyways you turned on the movie & watched it

and it was soo funny so y’all were laughing a lot

BUT THEN THE DOOR SUDDENLY OPENED

and it was so loud you got freaked out fr

but then you saw it was tony, bucky, sam and steve.

“y/n. could you go out in the hall for a minute.” steve said.

“this is my room!!” you tried, but tony just pointed out to the hall.

“i’m sorry jack.” you said to your boyfriend

jack was literally about to cry omg

poor thing

“don’t be mean.” you said as you left, taking extra care to give them all a withering stare

natasha and bucky had taught you that skill well bc you saw sam shiver HAHA

so you went to the hall and clint, scott, and natasha were standing there.

“what are they DOING??” you hissed at them.

“they’re just worried for you y/n. they wanted to talk to the kid.” natasha assured you, patting your shoulder.

“yeah, nothin’ to worry about!!” scott added, a big grin on his face

“well i really don’t trust that coming from you.” you replied

“well tony thought you guys were kissing in there!” clint laughed.

although it turned into an “ow” when natasha elbowed him

“he WHAT?!” you replied

“yeah, that’s why he came up here. he said he wanted the most intimidating ones to go make that kid afraid or something.” scott added. “not sure why he didn’t ask me…”

you gave scott a nod but then made your way back into your room, crossing your arms and raising a brow as tony, bucky, sam and steve turned towards you.

“hey y/n.” sam said, raising a hand to wave.

“are you guys done now? i’d like to finish the movie.” you said, trying to be stern.

“i think we are. right jack?” steve said, standing up and gesturing towards your boyfriend.

“yes sir! i mean steve. i mean mr. rogers?” he said, clearly scared out of his mind.

“yeah yeah. alright. get out please!!” you said, guiding them out of your room.

bucky was the last to leave, but despite you pushing him, he turned back to face your boyfriend.

“hey, you. hurt them in any way and i’ll find you.” he said, accompanied by his signature deathstare.

then he gave a little salute to you.

“night kid. don’t stay up too late.”

and then he was gone.

“did he really mean that??” jack said, eyes wide.

“yeah, he did.” you said, sitting beside him and holding his hand. “isn’t that sweet?”

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#avengers x teen!reader #teenage avenger series #thor #iron man #tony stark #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #clint barton #scott lang #happy hogan #natasha romanoff #avengers headcanons #mcu #marvel #mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons

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trashwhattrash · 4 years

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All y’all parkner/parley/whatever you call Peter x Harley writers... the song Appreciated by Rixton would make a great hurt comfort one shot (just sayin 👀👀)

#peter parker #harley keener #iron man #iron dad #iron lad #spiderman #parley #parkner #peter x harley #harley x peter #spiderlad #fanfic #iron family #songfic #peter parker fanfiction #science boyfriends

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misscellophane-ao3 · 4 years

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Harley: I love my BBFFATLOMFL.

Peter: And I love my BBFFALOMFLTAT!

Tony to the other Avengers: It’s not just me right? They’re not speaking English? Please tell me it’s not just me!

#Best boyfriend forever and the love of my fucking life #best boyfriend forever and the love of my fucking life times a thousand #<- what the letters mean #peter parker #harley keener #peter parker x harley keener #incorrect parkner quotes #incorrect spider man #incorrect parkner #incorrect marvel quotes #tony stark #random thought i had

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friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n · 2 years

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Cute Nightly Routine | Peter Parker’s Sister! Reader

Summery - Spider-Man’s sister is in love with Harley Keener.

Pairings - Peter Parker x Sister! Reader | Harley Keener x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings - Post Civil War- Pre Homecoming, no written plot, not proof read

“Hey losers!” Flash half-yelled across the hall. You noticed Peter immediately slump out the corner of your eye.

“What do you want Eugene?” You glared at him as he caught up to you.

“Wanted to ask if I could take you on a date.” He stated, rather cockily.

Peter scoffed. “And why would she ever consider such an idea?”

“Cause. I’m attractive, I’m popular, and I’m rich. What else could she want?”

“Someone with a personality and isn’t a douchebag?” You inquired.

Flash rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re just jealous cause I’m real and ‘Harley’ isn’t.” He grumbled before walking away.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it Y/N, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” Ned tried cheering you up.

“Hey aunt May! I’m home!” You called, hearing the tv in the living room playing.

“How was school sweetie?”

“Other than Flash’s constant harassing, it was good.”

“Where’s Peter?”

“Internship.” You covered for him, as per usual.

She sighed softly. “It keeps him so busy. I remember when all 3 of us would sit and watch Disney princess movies.” She smiled sadly.

“Yeah, that was before Uncle Ben passed. We haven’t really sat down as a family in a while and just had fun together.”

“I miss it. I miss my boys.” She hummed.

“Well, I gotta have a shower and freshen up, I had PE today.” You said, voice wavered as you felt your throat tighten.

“Alright sweetie. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

“I know, aunt May.” You replied, voice soft. You felt like you were about to cry.

You wanted to scream but at the same time, you wanted someone to hold you, more specifically Harley to hold you.

Knowing he would be busy, you hopped into the shower and cleaned yourself. Cried too.

You were sitting on your bed, face timing Ned while also doing homework when something knocked on the window.

“Hold on a second Ned, there’s a bird at my window.”

“Okay.”

Walking up to the window. You noticed twice the amount of people who were usual there.

Typically, it was only Peter. But someone stood next to him.

You opened the window, and the second silhouette was Harley, your boyfriend.

You placed your finger over your lips when you noticed he was about to speak. You helped him climbed through the window and he sat down at your desk chair.

You handed Peter the cloths that sat on your chest of draws. He mouthed a quick thanks while also giving you a thumbs up. You closed the window and went back over to your bed.

“I gotta go Ned, Harley decided to show up through my window.” You knew Harley was smirking without even looking at him.

“Alright then! Tell Peter I said goodnight! Night Harley! Night Y/N!” Ned called through the phone.

At the same time, Peter came in through the door. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to check the time, what is it?”

“About 9.”

“Why didn’t you tell me aunt Mays at work?”

“Cause Ned was on call.”

“Oh.”

“How many bad guys did you get?”

“1. I also helped a dog out of the sewer.” He smiled.

“Any injuries?”

“Besides for a pulled muscle?” You nodded. “I’m all good.”

“Is this your cute nightly routine?” You heard Harley much from his spot.

“I have too. How the fuck you think I found out?”

“How did you find out?”

“He got back from a fight with really bad injuries. He came to me to fix him up cause he didn’t want to go to the hospital cause they would take his mask off.”

“Couldn’t he have gone to Tony?”

“This was before Civil War.”

“Ah.” Harley clicked his tongue.

“Either of you want anything to eat?”

“Yes please.” They both answered.

“I’ll heat up some left overs.”

You walked out of the room, followed by a pair of footsteps.

“Can I get a kiss?” You heard Harley ask.

“I don’t know. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Yeah, taught me.”

“Damn right i did.” You laughed before pulling his jaw towards your own and kissing him.

He hummed. He grabbed your forearms pulled you closer to him.

“Please not in front of me?” Peter asked awakwardly.

You and Harley laughed as you let go of one another.

“You want some love too, Parker?” Harley said as he blew Peter kisses.

#harley keener #peter parker #spiderman #marvel #avengers #marvel spider man #tony stark #iron man #aunt may #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker x sister reader #Harley keener x reader

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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Yours To Wield - 2.

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Series Masterlist

Run-through: With the enemy threatening to obliterate your family, you’re left with no choice but to take the hit just so he would spare your loved ones. Belonging to a mafia family requires sacrifices to be made at every step, and in order to save your family you make the ultimate one - you offer yourself up to the enemy. Bucky Barnes isn’t a man one negotiates with, he owns this city and whatever he says is considered law. But when you come to him with an irresistible offer, he bends his own rules for you. What starts out as an agreement becomes so much more, and the two of you find love where it wasn’t supposed to be. But rare are the love stories which don’t include some sort of war.

Themes throughout the series: mob!bucky, smut, angst, language, (mild) soft dom/sub dynamic, fluff

“Where the hell have you been?”

The minute you entered your father’s mansion, one of your brothers confronted you. You stopped halfway up the stairs and turned around and found Peter standing at the foyer. “Hi Pete.” You gave him your best smile.

He just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “The guards said you disappeared with one of the cars. You weren’t answering your phone. I thought you were out clubbing, but dad and I called each and every club on our side of the city and no one saw you tonight. It’s two in the morning and you’re entering your own home like a thief.” He paused, glared at you then spoke, “I’ll ask you again, where have you been all night?”

Oh shoot. A strange guilt took over you as you stared into Peter’s eyes but you had to lie. You absolutely had to. If you told him the truth right now, he would go crazy and wake up the whole house and just ruin everything, possibly more than he already had. You decided it’d be best if you told your family about the deal with Bucky tomorrow morning at breakfast. That would leave them with very little time to react, hence lessening the chance of your brothers fucking this up even more.

So, you lied. And unfortunately you were really good at lying.

“A friend of mine needed me, she broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago and had a pregnancy scare last night. I didn’t have time to explain all that to the guards so I just took off once she called me. I must’ve left my phone in the car in the rush.” You hang your head low to look as guilty as you felt, “Sorry.” You looked back up at him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

Your brother melted immediately. Barely a year older than you, Peter still treated you like you were sixteen instead of twenty-five years old. He started walking towards you and you met him midway, at the bottom of the stairs.

“Come here,” he opened his arms and you walked into his embrace and gave him a tight hug. You and him had come a long way from the orphanage, even back then he always acted like your elder brother, always protecting you and Harley from the mean kids. “I was worried. And you know how dad is these days.” He spoke, sighing. “Just give us a call next time, okay?”

You pulled away and nodded. In the back of your mind you still remembered how Bucky mentioned that seven of his men had died, when Peter said there were only two of them. There was no way Bucky lied, so Peter must’ve done so to try and lessen the gravity of the situation. You loved Pete, but he was no saint and you knew that.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You apologized. God only knows how he would react tomorrow morning. You stared into his hazel eyes and internally apologized again. I’m sorry, Pete. But this was necessary. “Can I go to bed now? I’m really tired.”

He nodded and let you go, walking away and towards the study. You heard his footsteps getting further and further away as you rushed into your bedroom. You closed the door and leaned against it, taking in your bedroom for one last time. You glanced at the clock, it read 2:17 a.m., you then realized that the next night you won’t be sleeping here. You would be on the other side of the city, with the enemy in just a few hours.

Right, you need to pack.

You took a shower and instead of getting under the covers like you desperately wanted to, you grabbed two suitcases and began filling them up with your personal belongings. As you packed, your mind drifted off to Bucky.

Bucky and his broody manner. His boyish smirk and sarcastic humor. His warm and cold touch. His shiny metal arm and his dark aura; like the perfect villain out of a story. You were certain that you’re not supposed to think of your family’s rival so much. But here you were, lost in the thoughts of the handsome man, remembering how it felt to be on his lap.

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You weren’t looking forward to having breakfast with your family this morning. You got very little sleep last night after you finished packing, and now at seven thirty in the morning, you were in the dining room with your father and brothers. You gripped the edge of the seat to keep yourself from shaking out of nervousness. Your fingertips felt numb and the lump in your throat refused to go away.

Since you were awfully quiet, Harley pointed it out. “What’s up with you? Why are you all dressed up?” He asked, sipping on OJ, still with his bed hair, curly as always.

“Are you going somewhere, honey?” Your dad asked and it pained you to look him in the eyes. But when you did, his face fell at the sight of the nervous look on your face. “What’s going on?” He reached over and placed his hand on top of yours, “Is everything okay?”

Somewhere in the dining room, the grandfather clock ticked louder than ever before - a reminder that you didn’t have much time before Bucky sent a car, and his men to come and fetch you like he promised. Alright, now or never, come on.

“I need to tell you all something.” All three men turned to look at you, their actions stopped at the sound of your shaky words. “Last night, I…” you exhaled loudly before continuing, your breakfast suddenly seemed very interesting as you lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to look at your family. “I went to see Bucky Barnes.”

At your confession; cutlery were thrown onto porcelain plates, swear words were muttered along with threats and Peter seemed the most disturbed and upset. Harley just swore and checked to see if his gun was loaded, murmuring about wanting to ‘kill the son of a bitch’ while your father was quiet, listening, frozen in place.

You turned to him. “I had to do something, dad. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him take my family away from me.” Seeing he remained quiet, you continued, “He finally agreed on not declaring a war against us, against all of Lowtown. It’s all going to be okay, you can stop worrying about war now dad, it won’t be happening.”

His silence was heartbreaking.

“What the fuck? You went to Hightown alone? And struck a deal with our enemy?” Harley sounded disgusted as he asked, “What kind of a deal was it?”

You didn’t answer. He asked again and you remained quiet.

Peter spoke up, clearly irritated, “Answer the damned question.” His tone was as icy as his stare. And when you lifted your eyes and stared at him with defiance in yours, he pieced it together. He shook his head and said, “No. I won’t let him take you.”

You scoffed and said, “You should have thought about all that before you two fucked up and then went on to lie about it.”

At the sound of this your dad spoke up, “What lie?” He asked. One thing your father hated the most - liars.

You had no choice but to let the truth out. “They both lied to us.” You pointed at your brothers then turned to your father, “They said only two of Bucky’s men died at the shootout they so foolishly started when in reality, they killed seven men out of spite.” You spat.

Your father shook his head in disbelief, but remained silent as his fingers rubbed his temple.

Your brother scoffed. “He’s turning you against us already?” Harley sounded even more disgusted than earlier.

“He told me the truth.” You argued back.

Peter spoke up, “So you lied to me last night?”

“Yes.” You simply said. “I had to, I didn’t want you to go on another killing spree just for the hell of it.”

Peter rolled his eyes and Harley shot up from his seat, his chair screeching against the floor, always the one to overreact the most out of all of you. “Is he coming to pick you up, the bastard? I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t leave this property alive and-,”

You cut him off, standing up from your seat and throwing the napkin down dramatically hard on the table. “You will do no such thing! I’m here trying to clean up the mess you made just so he doesn’t kill all of us because of your stupid antics, so let me do it!”

Peter stood up next, throwing his napkin down even harder. “He can’t take you, you hear me?” He raised his voice. “Over my dead fucking body will he walk in here and just drag you all the way to his-,”

You argued, louder, “I agreed to this! I went there willingly! I was all I could offer to him and thank fuck he agreed, otherwise we would have to-,”

Harley cut you off. “So what, now my sister is going to be his little plaything? You do realize he is our enemy, right? Or have you lost your fucking mind?”

You were quick to reply, “If being his plaything is what it takes to keep my family alive then so be it! Besides, he sure is our enemy but he had never bothered us before you two fucked up recently!” Your father tensed at the sound of that. You lowered your voice and stared into your brother’s eyes as you spoke venomously, “You do realize that this is all your doing, right? Or have you lost your fucking mind?”

“Are you-,” Harley began arguing back but your father cut him off.

“Enough!” Your father bellowed. He looked at both your brothers and said, “I need to talk to her, alone.”

The boys took that as their cue to leave, but not without sending you death glares. Once they were out of the dining room, you sat back down and turned to face your father. “Dad… please don’t hate me.”

He surprised you when he said, “I don’t.” He seemed so heartbroken that it made your eyes water. “How can I… how can I just let you go?”

You reached over and took his hand in yours. “Trust me, he’s not the monster we thought he was. He’s giving us a chance, please let me do this.” You pleaded.

His eyes held a strange emotion as he looked back into yours. “I will get you out of there soon. I promise.” Your father looked more guilty than angry.

You shook your head, letting the tears fall. “He promised that you guys will be safe here as long as I hold the end of my… bargain. I’m your daughter, you raised me to be strong. I will be alright. I promise.”

Just then, the sound of a car honking outside cut you off. And your saw panic spread all over your father’s face. Honestly, you thought he would overreact like Harley, but he was weirdly passive.

You smiled faintly through the tears and brought his hand up to your lips. “I have to go. Take care of yourself, and the boys.”

You stood up from the dining table and walked away before you broke down even more. Fuck, your heart hurt like someone was literally tearing it into two inside your chest. You grabbed your luggage which you had left around the foyer and made your way to the front door.

Your brothers were there before you, waiting; anger visible on their faces. You knew they would try to stop you, but with barely enough time, there wasn’t much they could do other than scowl.

“If you walk out this door, I swear to God, I will-,”

You cut Harley off immediately. “What are you gonna do? Kill some more innocent people and lie to dad about it?”

That shut him up. But Peter looked like he was about to explode. “Do you swear he’s not forcing you to do this? Did he threaten you?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes at him. “No, I went to him. If anything, I’m forcing him into this.”

To your surprise, Peter’s face softened. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you. “Take care.” He said.

You dropped one of your bags and wrapped an arm around him. “I will. You too.” You looked over Peter’s shoulder and saw Harley sulking. “And take care of this dumbass brother of ours as well.”

Peter pulled away and leaned in to kiss your forehead. He whispered quietly against your skin so only you could hear, “I promise you, I will kill Barnes for this.”

Your eyes widened as a cold chill ran through your body. “Pete, don’t-,”

He cut you off immediately. “We’ll get you out of there soon. Okay?” He was so good at acting like he didn’t just promise you that he would end Bucky.

“Don’t do this. Let me make this right, please. There’s no need to fight back.” You tried to reason with him. But Peter was hot-headed, he always was. “I’m doing this so there is no war, please don’t do anything stupid.”

He scoffed but didn’t say anything. You knew deep down he felt guilty, but he was too proud to let it show.

You shook your head and picked up your luggage again. You took one last look at your brothers, and you stepped outside where two shiny black SUVs were waiting for you. You wondered which one was meant for you so you waited.

Then a man stepped out of the second one. He looked about Bucky’s age. Perfect hair, blue eyes, dark suit and very handsome as well.

“Hi,” He said as he walked over to you with an ease in his steps, almost like he didn’t care he was in the enemy’s territory. “I’m Steve, Bucky’s second in command.” He introduced himself and gave you a dashing smile and a cheeky wink. “And you must be…” he frowned as he tried hard to remember, “Little diamond? No, little jewel?” You giggled at his words. He frowned harder for a second then broke into another dashing smile as he got it right, “Little pearl, yes!”

“I’m Y/N.” You simply said as he reached over to grab your luggage in one hand and held your hand in the other as he casually walked you to the car as if he’s known you all your life.

“Come on now, let’s get you home. Buck’s been impatient all morning.” Steve said.

Something about him felt warm and it helped with your nervousness. You gave him a polite smile as he got the door for you. And once you settled into the leather seat you realized what he said. ‘Let’s get you home. Buck’s been impatient all morning.’

Home… that’s right. Wherever Bucky intended on keeping you would be your new home now. Also, he’s been impatiently waiting for you?

You kept looking at your father’s house as the car drove away, and eventually out of the gates. You leaned back and settled comfortably into your seat, Steve sat on the other side of the backseat, focused on his phone. Two armed guards in the front, one of them was driving and another car - obviously also filled with armed guards - escorted you all the way to Hightown.

You sighed quietly as you looked out of the window; it was quite a foggy and cold morning. You thought you would be more upset than this when leaving but the thought of your family being safe and away from war kept you strong.

You just prayed Peter doesn’t end up doing something incredibly stupid.

---

Bucky was on the edge ever since Steve left with some guards to go and get you. To finally bring you where you belong, in Hightown. With him.

He’s been quietly pacing in his study ever since the cars left through the gate. What if this was all a trap like Steve said? No, it couldn’t be. He couldn’t get any sleep last night, he was awake till five in the morning just thinking about how right it felt to have you on his lap.

Barely an hour later, he heard the sound of the alarm go off as cars entered the gates of his property. He rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window of his study and watched how the cars came to a stop. And then he saw you stepping out of the first one and he smirked in triumph.

You followed Steve’s lead inside Bucky’s lavish home. Your father’s house was extravagant enough, but this was something else. Grand, yet warm at the same time. There was something about this house which made you instantly like it.

“How many people live here?” You asked as you stood at the foyer, looking around.

“Just me and Bucky. Sometimes the guards will stay over if needed. My house is on the other side of the property but I’m here most of the time. You’ll be the third housemate now.” He answered casually, not looking up from his phone.

You chuckled at the sound of that. Housemate… Steve spoke as if you were a guest rather than a pawn in this game. You looked around some more. And then a pair of deep blue eyes met with yours.

Bucky.

He walked down the stairs and stood right in front of you, hands in the pockets of his dark pants as he faced you with an arrogant smile on his face. You tried not to let it show that his stare was making you feel things you shouldn’t. This is still the enemy, you reminded yourself.

You and Bucky just stared at each other until Steve spoke up, “As promised, I brought your little opal home.” He said to his friend, purposely messing up the nickname just to mess with Bucky.

“Steve?” Bucky made sure he had his attention.

“Yes?”

“Get out.”

Steve laughed before giving you a little bow and turned to walk away. Once confirmed that Steve was gone, Bucky spoke up, looking right at you, “Welcome,” He extended his metal hand out for you to take, and once you did, Bucky led you over to the flight of marble stairs. “Your brothers behaved, I assume?”

“They weren’t really on board with this.” You replied, noticing how he didn’t let go of your hand even as you two walked upstairs. “We argued before I left.” You chose not to tell him what Peter said.

Bucky kept quiet as he walked you down another spacious hallway, one which ended at double, off-white French doors. Then he said, “This will be your room. Mine’s in the east wing,” He explained and pointed towards the other hallways which led to his bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable, you’ll find everything you need in there already.”

You looked up into his blue eyes and for a second there, you didn’t see the beast they said he was. “Aren’t you supposed to be mean to me? I am your enemy’s daughter, you know?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled before speaking, “I’ll be away all day. Call for Steve if you need anything. And be ready by 9 tonight. We’ll be going out.” He turned around to leave but you called out for him before he walked too far away.

“Where will we be going?” You asked.

He turned to face you with a smirk. “It’s a surprise, little pearl. Now go on, make yourself at home.”

The intensity of his stare had you frozen in place as you watched him walk down the hallway, and you only moved when he had disappeared from your sight. You turned to the doors and opened them, walked in and the sight surprised you for a second.

A fully furnished, all neutral colored bedroom. It was about the same size as the one at your father’s house. A king-sized, four-poster bed in the middle of the room, plush carpet all around it. You noticed a lovely balcony as well. You immediately checked out the bathroom and it was just as lavish and dreamy as the rest of the room.

This isn’t so bad, you thought to yourself as you walked over to the bed, ready to jump under the covers and maybe take a nap to recover the hours of sleep you lost last night. But as you approached the bed, you noticed a wrapped present in the middle of it. And a note attached to it which said:

‘For tonight.’

Hmm, did he also leave you an outfit? Oh well, you took the box and placed it elsewhere for now. You desperately needed to sleep. You’d deal with wherever Bucky was taking you later.

---

Bucky reached home in the evening, and saw Steve first as soon as he walked in. The latter seemed to be in his usual easy-going mood.

“Where’s she?” He asked Steve.

Steve simply pointed upstairs. “Slept all day.”

“She ate?”

“Yeah, we had dinner together. She’s nice, I like her.”

Bucky smiled as he made his way upstairs, towards your bedroom. He knocked but you didn’t respond. He checked and found that the door was unlocked so he took the liberty of walking in. “Hello?” He called out and heard some shuffling in the bathroom. He kept walking cautiously. He stood in the middle of the room and spoke up again. “It’s almost nine, we have to go.” He called out softly, “Why are you hiding from me?”

Your voice replied from inside the bathroom. “I’m not hiding.” He heard you groan, then you said, “This is very revealing.”

He smirked to himself. “Come out, let me see you.”

You sighed and then the bathroom door opened, revealing you in the outfit Bucky left you earlier on the bed. Barely an outfit, it was just lingerie. A dark red, delicate, lace bodysuit which hugged your body perfectly. A plunging neckline and tight lacing at the back.

Bucky shamelessly took his time in taking in your appearance. Allowing his eyes to roam your body slowly. You felt hot under his stare; you looked good and you knew it but when a man like Bucky Barnes is admiring you in lingerie, you are bound to feel flustered.

Meanwhile Bucky was at a loss of words. But he cleared his throat and forced himself to speak up rather than just stare at you like you were his favorite work of art. “You look exquisite, little pearl.” Bucky said as he walked over to you and gently stroked your cheek. “What are you complaining about?” He asked, noticing the way your chest pressed against his with each breath you took.

You recovered from his words, touch and proximity and said, “Isn’t it a little odd for me to be walking around half naked?” You faked some confidence as you spoke.

He chuckled. “It is, that’s why I brought this.” You hadn’t noticed that he brought something else with him until he handed you it. You took it and admired the soft fabric of the luxurious, red satin and mesh robe. Bucky casually wrapped his arms around your body and rested the palms of his hands against your butt, pulling you closer discreetly.

You looked up at him and frowned, “Why not give it to me earlier?” You asked.

He looked down at you and said, “Because I wanted to see you in this first,” he spoke as he gently rubbed his arm up and down your back, “And I must say, you look even better than I imagined.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and noticed the playfulness in his eyes. “We’re going into one of your sex dungeons, aren’t we?” You acted like just the thought of that didn’t make you want to clench your thighs together.

Bucky himself had anticipated this all day. He was dying to play with you. “Is that alright?” He asked.

You answered him as you put on the robe. “Yes, whatever you’d like. According to our deal I’m all yours, remember?” You reached down to tie it around your waist but Bucky beat you to it.

His… all his. He didn’t know what to do with all that power. He secured the cincture around your waist and pulled you closer again. “I need your proper consent.”

You looked up at him, smiled and said, “Yes, Bucky. I would like to visit your sex dungeon with you.”

He laughed. “Don’t call it that. It’s like any other club, except more…” he trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Dirty?” You suggested, lips lifting into a smirk matching his own.

He smirked and said, “Salacious.” He let go of your body and took a step back, admiring you yet again. He held his hand out for you to take again, “We should get going.”

Bucky’s sinful lair was everything you imagined it being.

At a first glance, it looked like any other luxury strip club. But as you took in the details, you noticed that it was not exactly that. The lights were dimmer than a regular club, more accents of black than red in the interior. And this one contained several, dark and more secluded booths. There were a couple of dimly lit play spaces, used for open scenes, scattered around the large main area - which were so discreet that you’d really have to look to see whether or not people occupied it.

The club was more shadowy but tamer than you expected it to be. Most people either drank or mingled, or both at once. Few, you noticed, engaged in anything sexual at all. Barely anyone at all. There were clubs like these in Lowtown, and you had been once or twice and they were always overwhelming.

But not this one. You couldn’t resist but comment on it. “It’s so nice and… tame.” You held on to Bucky’s hand as you leisurely made your way further inside the club.

Bucky secured your hand in his metal one and said, “If you’re interested in more hardcore stuff you should visit Steve’s club.” He explained.

That made sense.

You smirked, “So basically everyone here is vanilla?” You could see how that offended him. You even giggled at the disappointed look on his face.

Bucky chuckled as he stopped walking, circled an arm around you, pulling you into his chest before speaking, “People who frequent my club like their privacy. You see, this,” he pointed around the main area, “is simply where people mingle, get to know each other. But the real fun,” he leaned in and whispered seductively, “happens upstairs. In the private rooms.” He pulled away to study your reaction and added, “Which is where you and I are headed, little pearl.”

His voice reverberated inside you. You held on to him, scared that your knees might buckle and you might just fall to the floor if you let him go. The things this man’s voice did to you… unreal.

You followed Bucky up the stairs, which you hadn’t noticed in the corner of the main area, again due to the dimmed lights. And once you were at the top, you got a sense of déjà vu from the previous night, when you walked to the back of another club to go meet him for the first time.

The private room was, again, more or less how you expected it to be. Only smaller, but more airy. All red and black interior, velvet couches, comfortable and cozy. You noticed the mini bar in the other end of the room and realized that this must be his personal play space.

You walked in and took in more and more of the room while Bucky locked the door and poured himself a drink. Then spoke up. “Remember your colors?” He asked.

“Yes.” You replied, thinking back to the contract.

“Good.” He turned to look at you. “Do you remember your safeword?” You looked at him and nodded. He smiled and asked, “What was it?”

A sudden confidence boost hit you and you smirked and replied, “Bum hole.”

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle out loud behind the lip of his glass of whiskey, he murmured something along the lines of ‘should’ve known’ and took a slow sip of the honey colored liquid before he smirked and said, “Take the robe off.”

You straightened your back and untied the knot at the front of the robe, letting it fall and pool around your ankles. You kept your eyes on him as you await further instructions. Bucky walked away from the mini bar and towards one of the multiple couches, and took a seat. “Come here,” he pointed to the spot in between his legs as he made himself comfortable, manspreading as much as he could. “Kneel.” He instructed.

You did as he asked, trying your best to ignore the way your core throbbed at the sound of his deep voice, and knowing he watched you intently as you moved. His stare was burning, adding to the desire which pooled in between your legs.

“What’s your safe word?” He asked again.

“Red.”

The fiery look in your eyes, even as you knelt in front of him, was his undoing. He reached out with his hand and touched your lip, traced your mouth slowly as he murmured, “Sassy little mouth, isn’t it?” He tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb and you saw that as an opportunity to nip at his finger with your teeth. He playfully hissed and pulled his hand away from your mouth, “Bad little pearl.” He whispered.

You watched him as he took another sip at his drink, you followed the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. Without thinking, your gaze trailed down to the bulge in his pants. It was so prominent that there was no way you could ignore it. Nor ignore the way your body flushed just looking at it.

You did that to him. And that thought only tormented you further. So much so that you fidgeted in your spot and he noticed. He would gladly tease you some more, but his hard cock was all he could think about at the moment, and he desperately needed you to take care of it for him.

“Do you want it, little pearl?” He asked, pointing at the very obvious bulge in his pants. You nodded and he clicked his tongue, disapproving, “Speak up. Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

Satisfied, he smiled and leaned further back into his seat. “Go on.”

You reached out, trying your hardest not to seem impatient as you unbuckled his pants and he helped you in lowering his pants and underwear just enough to free his cock. The sight of it, leaking with precum, hard and pulsing, had your mouth watering in need already.

Fuck… this is not what you had envisioned yourself doing with your family’s rival anytime soon, but here you were not complaining at all. You parted your lips and inched forward; wrapping your hands around his cock, placing your mouth on him; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Bucky reached out and gently slid his fingers into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it; tugging on it and slowly pushed your head down and himself deeper into your mouth. You took him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.

You looked up at his perfect face as you sucked on his cock. He had his eyes closed, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked every bit of the powerful ruler he was meant to be. “Oh fuck…” he moaned quietly and you quickened your pace.

He thrust his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and then looked down, loving the sight of your spit coating his cock. You looked magnificent on your knees, taking him perfectly, like he knew you would. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbled.

You felt all tingly at the sound of his deep, raspy voice. The slow gasps and quiet moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in between your legs. He twitched against your tongue and you tasted more of his pre cum. You took him out of your mouth, licking his cock from bottom to top, watching him intently as you teased him.

Bucky gently pushed your mouth back down on his cock, you struggled to breath for just a second but then you grew accustomed to it. You relaxed your throat and allowed him deeper into your mouth. That made him tilt his head back and moaned again, tightening his grip on your hair. He swore under his breath, smirking in bliss as you pulled him out and dragged your tongue over the slit on this tip lazily.

“Fuck…” he whispered, looking down at you. “Make me come, little pearl.” He ordered, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You obeyed, placed your hands on his thighs and sucked on his cock until he came; spilling his warm load down your throat. You focused on swallowing all of it. He came, growling in pleasure, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. You swallowed all of him, licked him clean once you were done, and zipped his pants back up again. You waited, watching him as he recovered and got his breathing under control. He opened his eyes again and reached out to gently stroke your cheek.

“Come here,” he patted his lap and watched you as you carefully got off the floor and straddled him, making yourself comfortable on his lap.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and bit your lip as you watched him, your own hunger growing with each passing second. The feral look in his eyes wasn't helping either. It took you everything in you to refrain from grinding your hips against his body to seek some sort of relief for the sweet pain in between your legs.

“You did so well, my little pearl.” He whispered and given that your chest was now right in his face, all he had to do was lean in to bite your nipple through the flimsy fabric of the bodysuit.

You wanted this thing off of you. You needed to feel his skin on yours. Now.

But Bucky had other plans. He wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple and you arched your back, pushing further into his mouth, making him chuckle. “So eager,” he commented.

A soft moan left your lips as he rubbed his hand higher and higher up along your exposed legs, and caressing your inner thighs as he went. He smirked when he made you moan out loud, finally. He kissed his way up till your jaw and then back down your neck; his stubble brushing against your skin gently. His lips warm and soft as they peppered your skin with kisses, making you instinctively tilt your neck to give him an easier access.

He smirked when you visibly trembled as his knuckles brushed against the front of the body suit. Just a thin, wet piece of lace shielded your body from his touch. But not for long. Bucky pushed the fabric aside and pressed his metal fingers to your folds, humming in satisfaction when he found out that you were dripping down there.

His mouth brushed over yours as he spoke, “You want me to make you feel good, little pearl?” He asked.

You nodded, gasping at the way his fingers stroked your wet folds. “Yes… please.” You whimpered when you felt his two fingers circling around your clit.

“So wet and needy for me,” he whispered against your mouth as he pushed a finger past your entrance. Then another and started gently pumping them in and out of you. He placed his thumb on your throbbing clit and brushed it occasionally while he finger-fucked you; your warm wetness dripping and smearing all over his hand.

Your lips parted as your moans left your mouth incessantly, but Bucky quickly shut you up by placing his mouth on yours; finally kissing you properly while his fingers were buried deep inside you, touching you in all the right places, curling just right and massaging your walls perfectly.

Bucky liked the sound of your moans so much that he decided to tease you even more by pushing two fingers into your mouth and slowly pumped those two as well while he finger-fucked you. Your mouth immediately wrapped around his fingers. And he swore under his breath again at the sight of you so… dirty; with two of his fingers buried in your pretty little cunt, slipping in and out of you rapidly while his other two fingers were buried into your warm mouth.

He groaned just at the sight of you like this, on his lap, all for him to play with. “If only they could see you now.” He chuckled, “All messy and needy for me,” he leaned in closer and removed his fingers from your mouth; his own lips inches away from yours as he whispered, “My little plaything.” He smirked and sped up, noticing the way you whimpered through your parted lips as you stared into his eyes, your walls clenching around his metal fingers violently.

You felt a rush and a warmth washing over you; intensified by his words. “Please,” you whimpered, thrusting your hips gently into his fingers, “Can I please come?” You asked with watery eyes.

“Oh, my little pearl…” Bucky knew at that moment that come what may, no one was ever going to take you away from him from here on now. He wouldn’t allow it. Ever. “Go on baby, come for me. Come all over my fingers like a good girl…” he leaned in to kiss you as he felt you come undone all over his fingers; crying out loud in pleasure.

You came all over his hand as he kept pumping them in and out of you, getting everything he could out of you. He deepened the kiss, and kissed you like there’s no tomorrow; there was nothing gentle about the kiss, just fiery passion. His tongue invading your mouth, his teeth tugging at your lips; just raw, burning desire.

Bucky held you close as you recovered both from the orgasm and the mind blowing kiss. He kissed your forehead repeatedly and reminded you just how good you’ve been to him tonight. You nuzzled his neck and breathed in his cologne as he held you, rubbing his hand up and down your back while the other traced imaginary shapes on your thigh.

“You okay?” He asked after a while.

You smiled against his skin and pulled away to look him in the eyes. “I am.”

He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. Bucky asked, “Want me to make you a drink? And then we can go downstairs and chill for a bit before going home.”

You nodded, liking his little plan.

And that’s exactly what you did for the rest of your time there at the club. Some people came up to talk to him, some women complimented you. And each time someone even smiled at you, Bucky would tighten his grip around you or would lean in to kiss your neck or lips - reminding everyone that you belonged to him.

You didn’t mind it at all.

---

By the time you reached home, all you wanted to do was to get in the shower and then climb into your comfy bed to get some sleep.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Bucky kissed you goodnight at the bottom of the stairs, telling you he needed to have a chat with Steve before going to bed. “Sleep well, little pearl.”

He stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched you as you made your way upstairs. The smile he had all night was new to him. He was never usually this content with everything. Normally he’d brood in the evening, the day’s work weighing down on him. But not today.

Steve even pointed it out once he entered the study. “You look like you had a great night.” He commented, pouring two glasses of whiskey and handing one over to Bucky.

Bucky nodded. “I did.” He took a sip of his drink and faced Steve, “Now tell me why the fuck you’ve been blowing up my phone all night?”

Steve took his phone out and turned the screen towards Bucky as the two stood by the mini bar. “What’s this?” Bucky asked as he watched the short, blurry video of a group of people walking into a dark building.

“That,” Steve tapped on the dark building, “is our warehouse. And these,” he tapped on the group of people, “are Stark’s men.” When Bucky raised his eyebrows at his words, Steve continued, “They were seen snooping around. They didn’t carry much with them, just handguns probably.”

“Did we catch them?” Bucky asked.

Steve shook his head. “Some of our guys chased them down, but they made it to the other side of the city before we could catch them.” Steve paused. “I don’t know, it just doesn’t add up.”

Bucky placed his glass down, no longer in the mood to drink. “What doesn’t add up?”

Steve exhaled loudly. “If they were Stark’s men, they were surely here for her. And if they were, then why waste time searching the warehouses? Why not show up here instead? I mean they know where we live, so why not come for her directly?”

Steve did have a point. However… “What if they weren’t her father’s men?” Bucky proposed. “And what if they weren’t here for her?”

Steve frowned, “Her brothers’ men?”

Bucky nodded. “Maybe they were indeed just here to snoop around. To take a look, see what they’re up against should they choose to, you know, confront us in the near future.”

“Hmm,” Steve assessed the situation, “Maybe you’re right.”

“I want more security around the house.” Bucky ordered. “And make sure we have eyes on the Starks at all times, I want to know about each and every move they make.” Steve nodded, already tapping on his phone screen. Bucky then asked, “Do we have any news on her brothers?”

Steve nodded, still typing. “Our spies have reported back saying they have been suspiciously quiet about this whole thing.” Steve finally put his phone away and said, “You know, they aren’t going to be quiet for long.”

Bucky smirked at the thought. “I know. Let them come, we’ll be ready when they do.”

Steve chuckled, “Yes we will.”

After a few seconds spent in silence, Bucky sighed and decided he had enough for today. “I’m going to bed, you should get some sleep too.”

“I’ll stay up another hour or so, I need to go through the camera footage and see if I can track any of them down.” Steve replied and went back to take a seat at his desk. Bucky nodded and turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, Steve called out again, “Hey Buck?”

“Yeah?”

Steve cleared his throat, hesitated a little before asking, “Does she know about that night?”

A wave of mixed emotions hit Bucky at the sound of the simple question. He knew immediately which night Steve was talking about. He tried to shake off the sudden weight on his chest as he replied, “No, she doesn’t.”

Steve nodded slowly. “You plan on telling her?”

Bucky knew why Steve was curious to know. A lot had happened that night, and a lot changed.

“I don’t know.”

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a/n: i can explain-

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky #bucky barnes smut #marvel au

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peter- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, platonic!tony stark x peter parker, mom!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!harley keener x reader

warnings: none?

about: based off of this (tiktok trend where you call your boyfriend/husband by their name)

a/n: i wanted to start a tiktok series for the longest time and this is a nice start right? i'm going to include all of the people i write for, i just need to find trends lmao. i hope y'all like this!

you pouted, glaring at tony as he ignored you, continuing to steal peter’s attention away from you. in his defense, you had done that to him before, dragging peter away by the hand the second he finishes in the lab. you could feel the smug look tony was sending your way as you gave up, and you kicked at dum-e in retaliation. “hey, bub? i’m gonna go train or something, please come get me when you’re done, i wanna spend time with you.”

peter nodded, looking over his shoulder for a second to pucker his lips at you and blow you a quick kiss, “okay, pretty girl, i promise i’ll be down in one or two hours- right?” he looked at tony, and the man responded with a distracted nod.

“promise?” you ask, too used to him saying the same thing and spending twice the amount of time. “of course, i can’t spend that much time away from you, angel.”

you blushed, muttering a “fine,” and heading down to the training room.

you were sprawled on the mat, chest heaving while natasha stared at you, “you good, y/n?”

“not great, mom, you really didn’t hold back today, did you?” you asked, eyes closed. you heard nat chuckle, poking you with her foot, “you did good, honey, i’m proud of you. i imagine peter is in your room sulking?”

you groaned at that, rolling over. “i doubt it. how long have we been sparring?”

“almost four hours, why?”

an hour or two, my ass, you thought, sighing. you stood, “nothing, just, he’s busy right now. is wanda around? loki? harley?”

natasha unwrapped her hands, asking for yours as she spoke, “wanda’s on a date with vision, loki is… probably being the god of mischief somewhere, and harley is in the common room doing something.”

you thanked her as she took the bands away, stretching your fingers.

“thank you, nat, i’m gonna go take a shower, thanks for letting me beat your ass,” she shoved you lightly as you walked past, and you giggled, walking to the elevator. pushing up against the glass that let you see into the lab, you spotted peter, slumped down on a bean bag chair tony had put in his lab for your boyfriend. his mouth was moving, hands in the air, and tony was in front of him, nodding along to whatever he was saying with a screwdriver uselessly in his hand. you managed to catch a sliver of their conversation,

“you know how i told you yesterday about ned? well, today, he…”

busy indeed, you thought with a scowl, watching as the elevator rose past the floor and up to yours. you grumbled as you walked to your room and resisted the desire to simply drop on your bed and call harley over, stepping into your bathroom instead.

ten minutes later, you were on the couch of the main room with harley, your head smushed against his shoulder, paying attention to the screen of your phone instead of the movie on the television. “so, you’re angry at peter?” harley asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“no, no, i’m just upset, i’ve barely seen him all week, and he promised he’d be out in an hour or two, but it’s been four-”

“maybe he’s busy?” harley offered, and you scoffed, “yes, gossipping about ned-”

harley bit his lip, “maybe it was a break?”

you shrugged at that, leaning on him again, “maybe. i still miss him, though.”

harley hummed as you scrolled past the videos on tiktok, coming across one of the couple videos that had been popping up on your for you page ever since you posted a video with peter.

harley swiped your phone in excitement, pointing at the video, “hey, you should do this! scare him a little.”

you tilted your head in confusion, taking your phone back apprehensively, “do what? you didn’t even let me watch, and what are you talking about?”

your eyes settled on your phone, mint letters reading calling my boyfriend by his name instead of his pet name. you laughed at it, realizing that harley was right.

as if reading your mind, harley smirked, “he would freak out, sometimes i think you forget each other’s real names.” you gave him a look, and he raised his arms in a sign of surrender. “i don’t know, it’s not a bad idea. people have been asking me to prank him for a while now.”

“see?” harley said, satisfied with himself. “i’ll do it, if i ever see him again, that is.”

“oh, you are so dramatic,” harley huffed. “you love me,” you scoff, and you feel him nod, “yes i do, now, go away, i haven’t been able to concentrate on my movie at all since you came here.”

you harrumph, and just as though on cue, you hear peter come through the door of the living room. you hum when you feel him press his lips on your forehead, “hi, beautiful,” he greets, shoving harley’s head away as his hello.

“hello to you too,” harley mutters, and you feel peter tug at you, “come on, let’s go to your room.” you laugh and pat harley’s thigh, “i’ll see you later, harls.” he waves you off, and you stand before letting peter drag you to your room. right when you’ve clicked the button to your floor, peter still outside of the elevator, you remember the video, stiffening up. “actually, can you get me some water, peter?” you ask, and you only catch a glimpse of peter’s face as his eyebrows furrow, voice saying a cut off “yeah,” the elevator doors closing on his face. you chuckle while the elevator lifts, scrambling to pull out your phone and setting it up to make a tiktok. you sprint to your room, closing the door quietly and sitting on your bed, pretending like you were on your phone as you waited for peter’s hurried steps to come closer.

three tentative knocks came from your door and you clicked record before telling peter to come in. “hey, princess,” he spoke softly, and you smiled, “hi peter.”

he winced, setting down the glass of water on your table. you gave an insincere frown, “what’s wrong?”

“i just- did i do something wrong?” peter asked, puppy eyes in full blow. “no?” you say, feigning confusion, “why?”

“it’s- you called me peter,” he whined, and you breathed out in a sort of laugh, “is that not your name?” you queried, and peter puffed out his cheeks, “you only call me that when you’re mad.”

you laugh fully now, “when have you ever seen me mad at you, peter?”

peter crosses his arms, huffing, “i don’t know a peter.”

your mouth falls open slightly, “peter!-” you don’t get to finish when peter turns his head away from you, bottom lip jutting out and eyes looking up at nothing, “peter isn’t here, i’m bubba, or handsome, or-”

“oh my god,” you snicker, “dude, it’s-”

peter turns to you, mouth open in indignation, “dude- y/n/n!” he cries, and you drop your phone on the bed, noticing the video is done.

you’re smiling, stretching your arms out to him as a peace offering, “it was just a tiktok, petey, and it was also all harley’s idea-”

“i thought you were mad!” he complains, accepting your arms and wrapping his own around your waist, head on your chest. you respond with a small snort, running your fingers through his curls, “i didn’t think it was this big of a deal, it’s just your name, bub.”

peter doesn’t respond, nuzzling his head further into your boobs, “mean.”

you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to post the tiktok (which amassed over three million likes after an hour).

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