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ironhusband · 3 years
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clearly we deserve samnatbucky but alas
Yeah :) Sam deserves to date both Bucky and Nat.
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tlcwrites · 3 years
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Two Hearts Make a Whole
Prompt: “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” Photo prompt below.
Summary: NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations.
Word Count: 2,001
Tags/Content warnings: Marvel. Stucky. If you have a problem with it, there's the door. SFW. Slight TFATWS spoilers so read at your own risk. Platonic Reader. Two idiots in love. Technically canon-divergent because I'm still in my everyone-is-alive-and-in-this-timeline happy place that I will never ever leave fuck you very much Russo brothers but not AU. Found family. All the feels. Complete and total LGBTQ+ support. Lots of bad language words because #me. Un-beta'd.
Author’s Note: Okay so yes this is technically 4 weeks late for @autumnleaves1991-blog's Writer Wednesday weekly challenge. BUT, it was incredibly important to me to finish this one before Pride month is over. Made it by the skin of my teeth.
Happy Pride, y’all. If you’re out, you’re amazing. If you’re closeted, you’re amazing. However you identify is valid and important. Trans folx are LGBTQ+. Bisexuals are LGBTQ+. Ace folx are LGBTQ+. Anyone who identifies or thinks they may be as queer is LGBTQ+. All are welcome in the family. You have the right to choose your pronouns and we have the responsibility to use them. Live whatever your truth looks like to you and love each other. Love is love is love is love. If your family doesn’t accept you for you, I’m your mom now and I’ve got mom hugs available on demand. Homophobes and TERFS can fuck off and roll in poison ivy. Always punch Nazis. Pride shouldn't be limited to the month of June. And don’t you dare forget that Black and Brown trans women were the ones who rioted at Stonewall, and we owe everything to their bravery. Don’t forget that much of popular ‘gay’ culture was appropriated from Black women. And for more facts about Pride that you should absolutely know, Rawiyah Tariq (@ mammyisdead on Instagram) has a phenomenally good overview.
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“Oh my god.” You gasp loudly. "Oh my GOD. Is that-"
“What?!” Instantly in First Avenger Protective Mode™️, Steve surveys the crowd, wishing he had an actual shield instead of the screen printed one on his shirt. “What is it?”
You gasp again, smacking Sam’s arm repeatedly. “OHMYGOD IT IS HOLY FUCK.”
“First; ow.” Now-Cap rubs his bicep. “Second; clue in the class before Steve has an aneurysm, please.”
Vibrating with excitement doesn’t begin to describe your current state. “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS MISS LEMON MERINGUE IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE.”
With the finesse of a shampoo commercial, Bucky's dark locks fly as he whips around. “What?!”
“RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE.” You abandon a relieved Sam and latch on to Bucky’s vibranium arm. “Oh my GOD I love her so fucking much.”
“She was robbed, absolutely fucking robbed,” he agrees, craning his neck to get a better view. “Divine Tension’s lip sync was shameful.”
Sam glances at Steve, who is slowly coming out of protector mode. “What the ever-loving hell are they talking about?”
“RuPaul’s Drag Race.” Nat flicks more confetti at both Cap-the-former and Cap-the-current. “They watch it every week.”
“Really, Steven, for a guy with enhanced super senses, you miss a lot.” Tony hefts a bedazzled Morgan higher on his back. The toddler, accompanied by Scott playing air-piano on the ground, sings along with the ABBA song being blasted at full volume through the street. Tony continues as if this is an everyday occurrence. “Why do you think both of your People disappear every Friday evening?”
Ears pink, Steve mumbles something.
“What?!” The only other one with hearing enhanced enough to hear a murmur over the cacophony of several thousand people belting out the chorus of ‘Dancing Queen’ at the top of their lungs, Bucky turns to stare at his friend. “You thought we were datin’?”
Steve’s blush extends down his neck.
You and Bucky stare at each other for a moment before you both collapse on each other, exploding into stomach clenching, thigh slapping laughter.
“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no’?” Clint confirms with Nat.
“Oh, a big ‘no’.” She watches affectionately as you and Bucky calm down enough to look at each other, breathe for a second, and both promptly dissolve into hysterics once more. “Like, the biggest ‘no’.”
Sam crossed his arms across his chest, his stoic stance so reminiscent of Steve it’s amusing (as well as a beautiful disparity to the sequined crop top he’s sporting. Oof, those abs.). “How do I not know about this?”
“Because you’re not a former super spy?” The usually-Black-but-today-Rainbow Widow tosses the last of her confetti at Tony, who spins a jubilant Morgan into it. “Or because you and that leggy barista from the lobby coffee shop are too busy playing hide-the-“
“-Baby Shark!” Morgan suddenly shrieks, flailing towards a guy on roller blades wearing a fin and tail (and not much else).
“Yeah,” Nat finishes with a smirk, “Hide-the-Baby Shark.”
Sam flips her a gesture that makes Clint laugh and Bruce sigh.
You and Bucky have finally managed to pull yourselves together. “Oh my god, Steven Grant,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. “That’s the funniest fucking shit I’ve ever fucking heard.”
“Language!”
Steve glares at Tony. “One. Time. It was one. Time.”
Bucky slings his flesh arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Oh, punk. You may have perfect vision now, but sometimes you’re still as blind as you were before.”
Visiortn himself nods sagely. “Humans can be quite unperceptive when it comes to matters of the heart.” Vision casts a fond smile at Wanda, who is using her powers to make Pietro’s tinsel wig fly on and off. “Sometimes you have to look harder to see what’s right in front of your nose.”
A confused frown on that handsome face, Captain Clueless looks at Bucky. “Why do I feel like everyone else knows something that I don’t?”
His bestie sighs deeply. “Because, Stevie, almost everyone else on this planet knows that my tastes tend towards tall, blonde, blue-eyed knuckleheads who have zero sense of self-preservation.”
“And an ass you could bounce a quarter off of,” Scott helpfully supplies.
“And that,” Bucky agrees.
Steve frowns.
You press your palms to your eyes in vexation. “You, Steve. He’s talking about you.” (Seriously, how has this idiot survived for over a century while being so dumb?)
Whatever he was expecting, it was certainly not that. “He-“ The Man With A Plan gapes as he turns to his oldest friend. “You-“
“Me,” Bucky says gently.
Even though you’re slightly surprised that Bucky is going to do this in such a public forum, you can’t help but be so proud of your friend. It has taken a long time for Bucky to believe he deserves to be happy. There are days he still sinks into that dark place, where his inner demons whisper that he should have fought harder against his Hydra captors, and that his past actions were still somehow his fault. Those are the days no amount of baking or Modern Marvels will bring him out of his funk. You, Steve, Sam, and Nat have all held those strong shoulders as they shook with sobs, overwhelmed by the shame and horror at what his hands had done without his consent.
But he’s here. He’s free. And he’s smiling nervously at his best friend.
“I-” Steve is short-circuiting. “Me?!”
“Stevie.” With the kind of tender patience that can only be born of a lifetime of keeping (or attempting to keep) an idiot such as one Steven Grant Rogers from flinging himself headlong into every fight he comes across, Bucky moves his flesh hand to the back of Steve’s neck. His face is full of such soft affection that you almost want to look away for fear of intruding on this suddenly intimate moment. “What do you think ‘til the end of the line’ means, you idiot? You’ve been it for me since I was thirteen-years-old.”
Blue eyes are locked with blue eyes as Steve processes this revelation. “I-” He shakes his head as if to declutter his thoughts. “This whole time?”
“Since the first time I saw that asshole knock you down, and your scrawny ass climbed right back up.” A wry chuckle escapes as Bucky reminices. “You were ninety pounds soaking wet, and you stood there, against a guy who was three times your size, and never waivered for a second. It was magnificent.”
“I don’t like bullies,” is Steve’s quiet response.
Bucky’s grin is adoring. “I know, sweetheart.” He gently strokes the back of Steve’s neck with his thumb. “You’ve always had a heart way bigger than your brain.”
Steve is still back on the first part of Bucky’s admission. “If you’ve felt- if you-” He’s practically pleading. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”
Bucky shrugs, attempting and failing nonchalance. “It was a different time, you know?” He’s uncharacteristically unsure of himself, the subtle waiver in his voice revealing the anxiety born of a lifetime of being forced to hide his truth. “I mean, you remember how it was; you didn’t talk about, no one talked about- about being- about people like...” He swallows thickly.  “And I was so scared you didn’t, that you weren’t-” His voice breaks.
Even though you’ve all been emotionally invested in this love story for years, the entire team respectfully pretends not to listen as the former Winter Soldier quietly admits his deepest secret to his closest friend. It’s enraging as Bucky confesses yet another way he's been a victim of his circumstances, and denied his right to live freely without derision. Once more, you’re awed by his resilience.
“-it was a risk I couldn’t take,” Bucky finally gets out, that stubborn fire back in his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you, Steve. I couldn’t chance it. I could live with just being your friend and only your friend so long it meant you were in my life.”
Stunned silence meets the end of his confession. Steve’s face is impassive, those cerulean eyes uncharacteristically inscrutable.
You can all tell Bucky is heading steadily towards dread and heartbreak the longer Steve takes to respond. You and Sam exchange a look, both ready to intervene if Steve demonstrates any of the abhorrent attitudes that were so prevalent in the society of his youth. It would be completely out of character for him, but...
Finally, Steve speaks. “You’re telling me,” he says, his words slow and deliberate, “that you made me wait ninety-three years to tell me you’ve felt the same way about me as I have about you since the day you picked me up out of that alley?!”
The whole found family breaths a collective sigh of relief as Steve pulls Bucky even closer, broad chest to broad chest.
“Okay, to be fair, you were an ice cube for most of that time and I wasn’t exactly available for a relationship.” Bucky’s grin stands in contradiction to his mullish defense. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.” There’s the Bucky you all know and love, biting his lip with those perfect white teeth. “Now, punk, I’d really like to kiss you now, but first I need you to say you want me to.”
“You-” Steve’s throat works as he attempts- and fails- to rein in his emotions. “You jerk.”
And then the Star Spangled Man seizes the president of the Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club by his ridiculously perfect face and crashes their mouths together.
At any Pride event, seeing two men kissing is, obviously, to be expected. But seeing The First Avenger and The White Wolf attempting to swallow each other’s tongues is not at all routine. As people realize what is happening, the crowd is whipped into a frenzy the likes of which is usually reserved for the aftermath of sporting events and elections that defeat fascists.
Watching the two men embrace, Scott sniffles loudly. “I’m gonna cry, I’m so happy.”
He’s certainly not the only one. Wanda has a watery smile as she wraps her arms around Vision and Pietro; Pepper, Tony, and Bruce are watching with fond parental energy; you and Sam sandwich Peter between the two of you, grins practically splitting your faces. Even Nat’s eyes look suspiciously shiny and she and Clint sling their arms around each other with platonic affection. And that’s not counting the several thousand people who are cheering for love being love being love being love.
When they finally break their embrace, the Centennial twins are startled to see they’ve collected quite an audience.
“Uh, so…” Suddenly bashful, Steve glances back to his- partner? Boyfriend? Soulmate? Is there a word that can accurately describe two people who have found each other time and again in a world that seems hell-bent on keeping them apart?- his ears practically maroon with embarrassment. For a guy with one of the most-recognized faces in the world, Steve is still incredibly and endearingly uncomfortable with attention. “Buck?”
Bucky seems just as stunned as Steve.
Thankfully, the masses demonstrate the usual support that’s the hallmark of Pride. “LOVE IS LOVE!” someone screams in the crowd. It’s quickly echoed, and chants fill the park.
The attention momentarily off them, the former Winter Soldier and his giant himbo of a soulmate look back at each other. You pretend not to watch through the happiest tears as they embrace again, bringing their foreheads together. The relief they share is palpable, as they’re finally able to show the world- and each other- the love they’ve each hidden for so long.
Bucky’s voice is so soft you have to strain to hear it. “You have no idea how much m’in love with you, Stevie.”
“Pretty sure I do,” Steve answers, bringing a hand up to carefully wipe the tears from Bucky’s face. “‘cause it’s as much as I love you, Buck.”
Bucky's answering grin can only be described as saucy. “Then kiss me again, like you mean it.”
And Steve, for once in his long life, does exactly as ordered.
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A/N: “The Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club” is from Starry_Emerald173’s BRILLIANT The Avengers Wrangler over on AO3. If you haven’t read it yet, drop what you’re doing and do so immediately. Make sure you're not drinking any liquids, or your keyboard/phone may be in peril.
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Finding Home - Chapter 11
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Finding Home: A Captain America Fanfic
Masterlist Previous //
Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC (Daisy Adams)
Word Count:  2807
Warnings:  Angst, mentions of torture, violence, major character death, mentions of sexual abuse/rape, pregnancy, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex, pregnancy sex, Bisexual MMF threesome)
Synopsis:  Daisy Adams has abilities. She can read minds. Force her thoughts onto others. As a child, she is taken by Hydra and raised as a weapon. Daisy finds another and speaks to him in his dreams. He has been taken too. He wants to return to the man he loves. Can she get them back together? Will she even want to once she realizes that she’s falling in love?
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Chapter 11
I sat and waited, watching everything unfold on the news like the rest of the world. I saw Sokovia start to rise into the sky. I saw the people left on the ground fleeing in terror. People trapped in rubble. I wanted to reach out and touch all of them. Steve. Nat. All my friends. Even the twins who I didn’t know and didn’t fully trust. I was by myself though and worried if I did that I’d lose myself and James would be here alone.
I kept feeling Bucky. He was watching too. He was near coming back to me. He saw Steve and he was so positive that what was happening was the end. He felt terror for his friend. For himself. For me being alone. He wanted to be there and he wanted to find him. I let my fear radiate out of me. Trying to make it like a beacon to him but James picked up on it and started to cry, so I stopped.
The floating city was approached by a huge helicarrier. Like the ones that fell out of the sky when I finally freed myself from Hydra. When they had moved clear again the city dropped and exploded. It felt like my heart stopped and I sent my mind out almost against my will. I touched on Steve. He was alright. Exhausted. In pain. Alive.
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Things changed. We moved from the tower in the city to a new compound in upstate New York. The members of the team who were seen more secondary members, like me and Rhodie and Sam were brought in full time. They all moved to the compound permanently. Wanda and the new life, who was now going by Vision were brought into the Avengers too.
Bruce had disappeared. I actually knew exactly where to find him. I told Steve I knew but that I didn’t want to say. He wanted to disappear. I was going to let him.
Tony left. He said he was done with ‘Avenging’. He was still financing the operation but he needed to physically step away from it. He’d still come and see us, but the visits became less and less as time passed. Each time I saw him he seemed more and more broken. I wanted to go into his mind and just delete the hurt. I could do that. I’m sure I could.
Thor left too. He was returning to Asgard worried about the vision he’d seen.
Wanda’s brother Pietro had been killed in Sokovia. She was broken by it. I tried to imagine what it would be like if Bucky had died with the connection we had. It made my heart hurt.
So I reached out to her. We had a horrible shared life experience that had almost resulted in the same outcome. We were taken by Hydra. Sure she chose that but it wasn’t really a choice made by anything other than desperation. We both had these abilities that were scarily similar. I couldn’t do the telekinetic thing but she wasn’t as strong a telepath as I was.
We became friends. It was slightly uneasy, to begin with. She was scared of me. Of what I was capable of doing to her mind. She didn’t like that I could see what she was thinking, even though she was able to do the same thing to others. She also didn’t like that I was easily able to keep her out of my head. I didn’t like how her telepathy felt. It felt like the stone. The stone still worried me despite the fact it was being kept safe in Vision. If I was totally honest, I was scared of her too. I could only read her if I applied massive effort to do so and she could hurt me. I knew it.
Still, it happened. We became friends. It was slow, but we were patient with each other. Soon we would have whole conversations without opening our mouths. Everyone hated it. We would be sitting there chatting away and we’d start laughing about something we shared and everyone would glare at us. It was even funnier if we weren’t in the same room. I’d be alone with Steve and he’d be telling me some boring thing that I probably should be listening too. I’d call out help to Wanda and she’d send the funniest mental image to me and I’d burst out laughing. Steve would always scold both of us like naughty children.
Speaking of children, James was developing very quickly. He was bigger than the average child of his age. Over a year passed in the compound. At one he could walk. He could build these complex structures out of blocks. He could communicate these complex ideas with me. What he didn’t do was make any sound. He only ever cried when hurt. It was like he had no desire to learn to speak. I’d just made it too easy for him to not have to.
Steve didn’t seem to notice James’ strange development. He was in love with that boy. James was still Bucky’s son in his head. In a way that made him more special in Steve’s mind. He wasn’t just Bucky’s son though, not just mine either. James was his son. He thought of him as all of ours. He’d also started thinking of what it would be like having Bucky back in his life. In our life. He had visions of the three of us teaching James to ride a bike.  Playing football out on the field that ran down the side of the facility. Of James in bed and the three of us just curled up together on the couch reading or watching TV, but all of us together. A family.
It made me desperate to find Bucky. I was now talking to him. Begging him to let us find him. Assuring him it would be okay. Sometimes he would listen. Sometimes the Soldier would hold me out. He was adamant that it wasn’t safe. I couldn’t seem to convince him otherwise. I realize the hypocrisy of my actions given that I was happy to let Bruce go live his own life, but I needed Bucky back. Steve needed him back.
I physically healed and started training my powers. It was hard because no one wanted me to use them on them. So instead I sent my mind out a lot. Touch on people far away. I think I was stretching myself. Those nosebleeds were becoming almost a daily occurrence. I’d also started actively keeping Steve’s mind silent. On days we spent totally together, I ended up with a headache so bad that it felt my skull had spilt open. I don’t know what was going on that using my abilities hurt me so much. I was a little scared to find out.
Steve became obsessed with training me for combat. He hated the idea of me not being able to physically defend myself. He would take me to the gym every day he was home and teach me self-defensive moves while Nat or Wanda watched James.
I was not a good student.
Steve would try so hard to teach me how to defend myself. I wasn’t getting it. I couldn’t get the moves he was trying to teach me anywhere near the realm of being right. I became less and less inclined to try. Which made Steve more and more frustrated with me.
One other problem I was having was working out with Steve. Him using his strength against me. How often he grabbed me from behind. It was a turn on. I kept getting easily distracted by how badly I just wanted to jump him.
“Daisy. You need to take this seriously.” Steve snapped at me. He held me, one arm around my shoulders the other around my midriff. I had wriggled against him and leaned my head back on his shoulder.
“Well, then stop being so sexy.” I purred, nuzzling against his neck.
He pushed me away from him and turned me to face him. “Do you think this is a joke? This is serious. I’m trying to keep you safe.”
“I do actually.” I took two steps back from him. “Try and take me, Steve. Go on. I’ll show you what I can do.”
Steve went to lunge at me and I shut down the part of his brain that controlled his gross motor function. He stood stock-still staring at me. Helpless.
“I’m not good at physical fighting. I don’t need to be.” I snapped at him and let him go. He fell to his knees.
I walked over to him and offered him my hand. He pulled me, flipping me over his head. He backward rolled so he was sitting straddling me, pinning my hands over my head.
“You can be surprised, Daisy. Your mental powers have their limitations.” He said staring down at me.
“I get surprised by you because I actively lock you out of my head. Most people don’t get that kind of consideration from me.” I said. This position wasn’t helping anything though. I ground my hips up into him.
“Your powers don’t seem to work on Alien life. They definitely don’t work against machines. You need to learn this.” He reasoned with me.
“I’m not good at this. I’m never going to be good at this. Even if I get reasonable at this, do you think I’m ever going to be physically strong enough to fight one of the iron legion? Because I don’t. I’m not you, Steve.”
He leaned in close to me, his lips close to mine, staring deep in my eyes. “You like it though. Don’t you, Daisy? You like training with me.”
I swallowed and licked my lips, wriggling against him. “Yes.”
“If you can pin me, you can have what you want.” He purred.
“But what I want is for you to take me,” I whined.
“You think once you pin me, I can’t then pin you?” He growled.
Fuck. I loved when he got like this. This was special. Something just for me. He got to his feet and pulled me up.
We stepped apart and he put himself into a fighting stance.
“Amène toi voir.” He said gesturing for me to attack.
So we sparred. He took it easy on me, but I found no openings. He pinned me over and over. Each time he did, he’d add something sexual to the move. He’d kiss my throat, or press his fingers into my crotch.
“It’s never going to happen, Steve.” I cried. I was frustrated and felt close to tears.
He put his hands on my shoulders. “Put your hands on my shoulders between mine.” He instructed. I did as I was told. “Now turn away from me, but pull me with you.” I followed his instructions and he allowed himself to be moved. “Now use your hip to throw me over.”
“I can’t. You’re too big.” I whined.
“Yes, you can. Start over and we’ll do it in one smooth motion.”
We started over. His hands on my shoulders, mine on his. I moved. He let me, but I managed to flip him, he ended up on the floor and I jumped on him straddling his waist.
“You’re pinned.” I laughed.
“I am.” He agreed.
He raised his hand and ran his fingers down the side of my face pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“No, Steve.” I grinned.
“Really?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“You promised.”
He grabbed me under the arms and tossed me, so I somersaulted over his head. I rolled and started scrambling away from him, but he grabbed me by the ankle dragging me back towards him. I squealed and kicked my legs, clawing at the mat.
He crawled up over me pressing his body into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” He growled.
I whimpered and he pressed his lips to my neck. His tongue swirled over my skin. I struggled again. He moved so he was on his knees. He grabbed both my hands and pulled them behind my back and held them, pushing me down in the middle of my back with one hand while the other slid down my spine.
He pushed my legs apart and he began to stroke me up and down my pussy through the fabric of my yoga pants.  “This is what you want isn’t it, Daisy?” He growled.
“Yes. Please, Steve.” I pleaded.
He yanked my pants down and pushed his fingers into my cunt. “You need to learn this, Daisy. Do you understand that? I can’t always be here to fight for you. To protect Jamie.”
I wriggled under him. He was working his fingers roughly inside of me. “Can we talk about it after?” I panted.
He let my hands go and I pulled away from him rolling over and stripping off my clothes. He stood up, pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants, stalking towards me.
“Get on your knees.” He ordered.
I complied and he came towards me stroking his cock. I bit my lip, watching him. Soaking up his perfectly chiseled form.
“Open your mouth.” He growled.
I did and he ran the head of his cock over my lips. I poked the point of my tongue out tasting him. He pushed into my mouth and I rolled my tongue along his length. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, forcing my mouth open and my throat to straighten out. He began to thrust in and out of my mouth. Slowly, methodically. All the while he scowled down at me. I hummed deep in the back of my throat and he picked up speed. My eyes watered, and I started to struggle. He pulled back and I fell on my hands and knees panting.
“Is this still what you want?” Steve asked.
“Yes.” I panted.
He moved behind me and kicked my legs apart and knelt down between them. He slid one hand up my back and then pushed me so my face was pressed into the mat. I felt his cock press against me. He lined himself at the entrance to my cunt and slammed into me. I cried out and he pulled back and slammed into me again. I tried bracing myself on the mat, but he grabbed my hands and pulled them back behind me.
“Yes, Steve. Let go!” I cried.
He could never let go properly. Not with me. All the same, he picked up both speed and power with every thrust. I came apart under him. I clenched and moaned and writhed. An orgasm built within me, spreading out from my cunt like liquid fire and pooling in my core. It wouldn’t quite break and I started pleading with Steve. Begging him for release.
He pulled out and flipped me over, suddenly changing tactics completely. He cradled my head with one arm and slipped back into me. He rolled his fingers against my clit as he rocked his hips against me. Rolling them so his cock stretched me and hit all my pleasure centers.
His mouth met mine and we kissed hungrily. We battled for control, licking and nipping at each other. When he pulled away I chased him, not wanting the kiss to end. He looked down at me. His brow was furrowed but his eyes were soft.
“I want to watch you come, Daisy. You’re so beautiful when you do.” He purred.
It was like he’d just spoken some kind of command phrase. My orgasm broke and crashed through me. I clung to him as my back arched off the mat. He smiled and his face set. As the last quakes of my orgasm ebbed through me he came with a grunt.
He kissed me again and slipped out of me. Straight away moving to get redressed.
“Will you please take this more seriously from now on?” He asked, throwing me my underwear.
“I’ll try. I just … I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough.”
“I’m just terrified of losing you, Daisy. Everyone I’ve ever loved I’ve lost. I keep thinking that that’s how it’s supposed to be. That I’m supposed to be alone.”
I crawled up behind him and rested my head on his back. “You should see someone, Steve. I’m not planning on going anywhere. But this isn’t going to save me if it’s my time. I’ll listen to your fears as much as you need me too, but I’m still learning how to … person? I can’t even think of a way to say that properly. I don’t know what people do when they aren’t weapons.”
He sighed. “You’re doing fine. Thank you for listening.”
“Always, Steve.”
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