#the avengers smut
[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ Tell him you can’t wait.
You shake your head and grab his wrist, pulling him back down on top of you. “No, Steve,” you say as he allows himself to be moved in position. “It’s fine. I need you now.”
Steve looks at you skeptically, and you take his hand, drawing you back down to you. He gives in, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him and hook one leg around his waist so that he’s pulled tightly against you.
His cock slides up and down your soaking folds, rubbing against your clit, sending little sparks through you from the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan into his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside you.
You angle your hips and wrap your fingers around his thick shaft, guiding him slowly inside you. He’s large but you’re ready to take him, you cunt stretching as he fills you more completely than any man ever has.
Steve waits for you to adjust but you’re too impatient. You have a frantic need in you that has to be sated. You rut up under him, thrusting your hips so that he slides in and out of you, his cock moving along the ridges of your cunt. You moan and kiss him passionately as he begins to mimic your movements. Your tongue coaxes his lips apart and you dip it into his mouth, swirling it with his as you kiss him passionately.
Even as he thrusts, you feel like things are going too slow. You push his shoulder. He takes the hint and rolls, keeping himself sheathed inside you. You sit up, leaning your palms on his chest, and begin to bounce. With each downward movement, you force more of him inside you, until he’s hitting your cervix and sending a sharp pain through your core. Steve stares up at you in a half daze, moaning and thrusting up into you at a slower pace than you’re moving - countering the frantic bouncing with slow deliberate thrusts.
You guide his hand to your cunt and he begins to rub your clit with his thumb in small tight circles. It sends a sharp current right through your core and the pressure that has been building inside you bursts. You throw your head back and cry out loudly as you come, your whole body shuddering above him. Steve continues to thrust up into you as your cunt flutters and squeezes around his shaft.
“God,” he groans and with a jerk, he comes. You can feel the pulse of his cock as it spills inside of you, painting your internal walls white.
You collapse down on top of him, breathing heavily as you slowly come down from your orgasm high.
“Holy shit, that was amazing, Steve,” you hummed.
Steve rubs your back and kisses your cheek. “It was pretty great,” he agrees.
Things continue as normal when you get back from your holiday. The romance of the weekend carries you through for a few weeks, so it almost feels like you’re riding a cloud. You certainly don’t remember things like ‘morning after pills’ that you had planned to get, and given that you don’t see Steve for a little over a week because he’s gotten caught up with work, and even then it has been a quick lunch date, you don’t have more sex to remind you that that was something you were supposed to have done.
So when you’re hit by a strong bout of nausea, the feeling of needing to vomit is strongly enhanced by the fact that it immediately reminds you that you had unprotected sex with Steve.
You panic. Steve trusted you, and you let him down. Not to mention that there is no way either of you are ready for this. Neither of you has even said ‘I love you’. Putting a child in the equation is so far down the track it might as well be an alternate universe.
You rush to the store as soon as you can and purchase a pregnancy test. Despite the directions saying it’s best taken in the morning, you can’t wait. Your anxiety is through the roof and all you can think is even though Steve is probably going to freak out about this, there is no way at all he can take it any worse than you are. All these possible outcomes pass through your head, but even the fairytale marriage and happily-ever-after one scares you. You want that, but getting it like this seems like a bad way to go about it.
You watch as the indicator line turns bright pink.
The test says you need up to five minutes before you get results, but no sooner has the indicator line filled in, but a fainter pink line traces in beside it.
The panic you feel shoots up to insurmountable proportions. The part of you that must have been hoping you just had the flu is crushed completely. You aren’t sure what to do first. You aren’t even sure whether you want this baby or not.
Eventually, you settle on calling Steve. While part of you thinks you should at least figure out what you want first, you need someone to help you weigh up the decision, and if you do decide to keep the baby, it will be his baby too.
You pick up the phone and call him.
It takes a little while for him to answer, and you were just about to give up and try texting him that you need to talk when he picks up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve says, just over a whisper. “I can’t talk right now. I’m in the middle of a debriefing.”
“Oh -” you say, taken aback. “I - uh… sorry.”
“Are you okay?” Steve asks, and the genuine concern in his tone almost breaks you.
You take a deep breath and try to keep your voice steady as you speak. “Yes… no… I don’t know. We need to talk… in person.”
“Of course, honey,” Steve says, soothingly. “I’ll come around right after I’m finished up here. I can bring you dinner. What do you feel like?”
“Just something light. Soup, please,” you say. “I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” Steve says and disconnects the call. You spend the rest of the afternoon trying not to spiral.
Steve shows up a little after six looking a little bruised and very tired. As he hugs you hello - being careful to keep the bag of takeout away from you while also providing a warm and comforting embrace - all you can think is that you’re going to break his heart.
“Come in,” you say.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Steve asks as he lays out the food on the table.
“You might want to sit,” you say.
Steve looks at you with his brow furrowed. “Is this the breakup talk?” He says, taking a seat.
The way he says it worries you a little. Like he’s been preparing to have it himself. It only adds to that intense sense of dread you were already feeling. You sit down opposite him and take several deep breaths, willing yourself not to just throw up.
“I hope not,” you say. “God… I don’t think there’s a way to break this to you easy.”
“Then just say it,” Steve says, sitting up straighter, clearly going on defense.
“I’m pregnant,” you say.
Steve blinks at you a few times like he’s having trouble processing the words. “Oh,” he says simply.
“Just oh?” You ask.
“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I was bracing for you to tell me you were HYDRA or something.”
You laugh, thankful for the break in tension, but you also know it probably won’t last.
“How? You said… You said it would be okay?” He asks.
“I - I forgot, Steve,” you say, apologetically. “I meant to get myself the morning after pill. And I forgot.” There’s a pause and he sits back and runs his hands down his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” He asks and it feels like a knife in the heart.
“Yes,” you say, your face falling. “I - I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Steve lets out a breath. “I don’t… Look… I …” he shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it. “I’m sorry - I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this.”
“I don’t think there is a right or wrong way,” you say, frowning.
“I don’t want to …” He stops and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think I’ll make a very good dad, but I won’t let you do this alone.”
“You?” You say. “You’ll be an amazing father. I just wish… I wish this was something you’d planned to do, instead of -” you wave your hands around “- this.”
He shakes his head. “I want to believe you didn’t do this to trick me. You sound sincere at least. I just… I work so much, and it’s dangerous work. Plus, people around me are in danger just having me in their lives. That’s no life for a kid. I’d always thought… if I did decide to be a parent I’d have stopped fighting.”
“Well,” you say. “I haven’t decided what to do yet. Maybe you still will get that.”
“You haven’t?” He asks.
You shake your head. “I needed someone to talk to,” you say and start crying.
He moves quickly, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you. He carries you to the couch and sits beside you, holding you. “It’s okay. Of course, you did. I’m here now.”
“What do you think I should do?” You ask.
“It’s your body and your life. I really don’t get a say in that,” you say.
“I know,” you say, shakily. “But you must have an opinion.”
You sigh. “Well,” he says. “I don’t feel ready, but if you have them. I’ll help raise them. You won’t do it alone. I’ll make sure you’re both safe, and taken care of. I’ll make sure they have the dad I wish I had,” he explains. “If you decide not to have it… I’ll be there too. You won’t go through that alone either.”
“Yeah? You’d really be okay with that?” You ask.
“Not if you feel pressured into it, I wouldn’t,” he says. “But don’t be too surprised. Just because abortion wasn’t legal back in my day, doesn’t mean people didn’t do it. They just did it with a coat hanger and were just as likely to bleed out in their kitchens. I’m just glad people can choose safely now.”
You cuddle up to him. “I appreciate that, Steve.”
“The only thing I would ask is that if you plan to adopt them out, that you just let me take full custody,” he says. “I think it would be too easy for someone with bad intentions to get hold of one of my kids just because they want the genetic material.”
The weight of those words felt a little oppressive. It meant a lot. In a way it was good. He was willing to step up and be a parent alone if need be, just to protect them. That meant if you decided to raise the baby together, he’d be there. But taking the option of giving him custody would definitely be the end of you and Steve as a couple. You couldn’t date the man who was raising the baby you chose not to keep.
“What’s your gut telling you?” Steve asks. “What do you want to do? I’ll support it, no matter what.”
Keep the baby and raise it together
Have an abortion
Give him custody and never see them again
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ “How about we try out the bed instead?”
You look him up and down and lick your bottom lip. He looks so good, and you are so ready for this. You want him now, no more waiting. “How about we try out the bed instead?”
He looks out the window and back at you, before approaching and wrapping his arms around your waist. “We can do that.”
He leans in and you bridge the difference, kissing him hungrily. There is a frantic desperation to the way you kiss, like this can’t happen fast enough. You begin to back up towards the bed, stripping off each other’s clothes as you move. By the time your calves bump up against the bed frame, you’re both down to just socks. He’s beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen naked. Every part of him looks like it was designed by artists - all the way down to the pores of his skin. His cock is thick and straight and uncut and you wonder how it will feel having such a large cock stretching and filling you. Steve lifts you easily and tosses you onto the mattress. You squeal and scramble back, opening your legs to invite him between them.
He kisses his way up your thighs, grazing his teeth over the soft skin and tugging on it gently. You moan and lift your hips, wanting more - needing it with every fiber of your being. He sucks at the apex of your thigh and your cunt floods. Your arousal drips from you and Steve spreads your folds and laps it up greedily. His tongue explores every part of your cunt, lapping over your folds, dipping inside you, and flicking over your clit.
You moan and tangle your hands in his hair, pushing him down against you more. He sucks on you hungrily and swirls his tongue inside you, moaning into your cunt. His tongue is replaced by two thick fingers and he pumps them in and out of you as he sucks greedily on your clit. He presses his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and flicks his tongue back and forth over it.
It feels like there was a wildfire roaring through your veins. Your moans and gasps fill the room as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, and as good as it feels, what you really want is to feel his cock penetrating you.
“Fuck… oh god, Steve! Yes!” You cry, writhing on the bed under him. He curls his fingers and as they press down on your g-spot you come. You arch off the bed and cry out as your orgasm crashes down on you.
Steve sits up and wipes his mouth, and goes to climb off the bed.
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“Protection,” he says, pointing at his suitcase. “I packed some.”
You look from him to the bag. You want him so badly and you know he can’t get sick. It’s true that you aren’t on birth control, but part of you wants to take the risk, you can always get the morning after pill tomorrow, after all.
Be patient and let him get it
Tell him you can’t wait.
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hackers heart is now on my mind fuck so here’s a request
reader gets jealous at a gala with a lot of girls flirting with steve so she starts to act up but he puts her in her place 😉
captain’s princess — steve
au: hacker’s heart
warnings || smut, spanking, size kink, brat behavior, degradation, steve’s got a big cock, marking, tiny!reader, throat fucking, rough sex, slight hair pulling, dom!steve, captain kink, platonic!bucky x reader
word count || 3k
note || this was supposed to be short and then turned into a whole fucking fic....anyway, happy 4k to me! here’s absolute filth for you
Something Steve hadn’t realized until this very moment is that you were a jealous woman. He would have suspected it, really. You were clingy to him, wild and unashamed. But more importantly, you liked showing the world you were his girl.
He doesn’t know why he’s surprised you started to misbehave when some girls seemed to crowd around him. You had promised to behave and you were doing so good until the girls started flirting with him.
You really had been so good up until you saw that girl’s hand on Steve’s chest and how he smiled sheepishly at the touch. He was yours, you had thought with a clenched jaw. You huffed out, hand clutching the wine glass in your hands. Another girl had grazed her hand over his bicep and you swear you turned feral.
You felt the glass of wine in your hand disappear, making you turn to find Bucky Barnes in front of you with the glass between his fingers.
“Look like you’re gonna go ape shit, figured you didn’t want to break the glass and cut yourself.”
“Oh I’m gonna cut somebody,”You grumbled, shoulders scrunched together grumpily as you glared at the women surrounding your boyfriend.
“He doesn’t realize they’re flirting,”Bucky told you, looking at you pointedly.”You know you’re his girl.”
“Yeah, but they don’t,”You mumbled, crossing your arms.”He isn’t an idiot, Bucky, he knows they’re flirting, he’s letting them touch him.”
“He doesn’t notice,”Bucky tried to persuade you from doing something stupid,”All he’s probably thinking about is when he can get back to you.”
“Yeah, right,”You murmured, taking the glass of wine and downing it quickly.”I’m gonna hack them.”
“Of course you are,”Bucky sighed, glancing down at your hand which you held out to him. He looked at you with a puzzled expression.
“Phone, Buck,”You explained, motioning for him to hand over his phone.
“Steve has it, he wanted me off screens for the night,”You told him with shrug.
“I really don’t want to get in the mid—hey!”
You reached your hand into his pocket and got out his shiny new phone,”Oooh, finally upgraded like I told you,” You commented, quickly jailbreaking his phone and linking into your code to get a look at all the screens in the room. You sent a virus into both their phones, while also making one their phones blow your with notifications about the device over heating when you overloaded. You didn’t need to look up to know Steve knew what you were doing. You just ignored his glare.
Just as you were about to continuing hacking into the phones, Bucky took it back with a frown,”You made your point, you got his attention. Why can’t you be normal and just flirt with other guys to get his attention, you always gotta break the law?”
“Why didn’t I think of that?”You replied, a little smirk on your lips. You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you,”Oh, where’s Thor? I’m gonna have him bench press me.”
“That’s a terrible idea, why am I helping you?”
“You’re bored ‘cause Nat isn’t paying attention to you either,”You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Maybe I should flirt with Thor...”
“Bet he could bench press you too.”
Bucky laughed at that, rolling his eyes,”Why don’t we just ignore them and have fun?”
“I stress you out.”
“That’s...true, but hey, fuck it, I could use a little wild energy.”
“Wanna dance?”You asked curiously, tilting your head at him.
“Oh now you’re using me to get him jealous?”
“Bet it will Nat jealous too.”
Bucky took your hand in his immediately, making you laugh and you guys just danced ridiculously around the room. You almost forgot about the jealously seeping into your chest, just having fun with one of your best friends.
He showed off some old moves, playfully spinning you around until you collided against Steve’s chest. The blond capturing you with a hard stare, frown etched across his face. His hands tore you away from Bucky just as Nat finally found the brunette soldier.
“You think I haven’t noticed you ignoring me, huh, princess?”He towered over you easily, his hands clutching your waist tightly. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing out of his grip. You knew since you were in public he’d be less rough and would let you go.
“I haven’t been ignoring anyone, just figured you were busy,”You shrugged, taking a step away from him and going towards the bar. You have Captain America stalking after you with an annoyed expression, and you just really loved getting on his nerves.
“You said you’d behave,”Steve whispered into your ear, close behind you as you got another glass of wine.
“I am behaving, not that you would notice, too busy getting felt up by all those pretty girls, or did you think I wouldn’t notice?”You snapped, jaw clenching after taking a long sip of the red liquid.
“Is that what’s got you acting like a brat, dancing with my best friend and hacking into innocent girls’ phone?”Steve asked, taking the glass from your hand and seizing your arm to pull you towards the corridor.
The party noise got quieter as Steve dragged you down the hall until he reached the elevator. With a gentle shove, he pushed into the uncrowded space.
“It’s not my fault you’d rather get fangirled over than dance with me,”You bite back, pulling away from his grip and standing on the other side of the elevator with a dramatic huff.
“Oh, you’re really going for the whole brat act, aren’t you? Something doesn’t go your way and you always have to act up, baby, I don’t know how many times I can tell you that you are the only one I want,”Steve tried to get across, his arms coming to cage you against the wall.
“You let them touch you,”You said softly, looking up at him with sad eyes. Steve softened at the sight of you, but it was short lived as you tried to evade the conversation once again by trying to slip under him to get away. You almost succeeded.
“Can you stop running away from me and have an actual conversation?”Steve scolded, gripping you tightly by your waist now. You avoided his gaze until he hooked his finger up your chin.”You’re my girl, my princess, I didn’t realize how they would effect you, okay? I’m sorry, but your behavior was inexcusable and you know that, you wanted me to pay attention, didn’t you? I’m right here, baby, and I’m all yours.”
You chewed on the inside of your cheeks and he can tell you are contemplating whether you’re gonna give in to him. Steve can tell you’ve forgiven him, but you had a twinkle in your eyes. A look he knew very well, you wanted to be tamed. You wanted him to claim you as his and vice versa.
“I dunno,”You rolled your eyes,”Think I might like hanging out with Bucky more or maybe...just maybe I’ll go drink with Thor, bet he could show me a fun night.” The words made Steve growl, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder when the elevator doors open. He carried you to your room easily, naming you grin at you hang from his broad shoulder.
Steve threw you onto the bed, your stomach hitting the soft bedding. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down so you were towards the end of the bed. He forced on your hands and knees while he ripped the dress from your body.
“That’s was really expensive,”You hissed out.
“I don’t care,”Steve grunted out, his hand smacking at the flesh of your ass.”Brats don’t get nice things.”
Both of his hands came down on your ass, the flesh jiggling and reddening under his blows. You let out a wanton moan, pushing your ass up towards him. Steve smirked, shaking his head at you.
“You’ve got such a mouth of you, I oughta fuck that pretty throat till it’s raw,”Steve rasped, pulling you back by your hair until you were up on your knees. His lips are on yours, his rough kiss went straight to your core. He positioned you to lay down with your head hanging over the bed. Your view of him was upside down and you know what’s coming.
Steve unbuckled his slacks, ridding his body of all his clothes until he was standing over you tiny body. His cock slapped against your face, his size making your mouth water at the feeling. His heavy member was so big compared you, the head of his cock ending mid-throat with him lined up to your pretty face.
“Gonna fuck my throat, Captain? Think you can handle me?”You taunted, licking at his thick cock.
“Open your mouth, princess,”Steve demanded, spitting onto his cock and your mouth. You held your jaw open, moaning when Steve’s cock stretched past your lips. He wasn’t gently, slowly easing into your throat all the way until he could see the outline of his cock down your neck.
Steve groaned, taking in how you choked around him. He pulled out quickly, his hard dick coated in your salvia.”Fuck, Captain.”
“Shut up,”He commanded, thrusting back into your mouth to see how you accommodated his massive length. You closed your eyes, your jaw wide and tongue sticking out to lap his cock up. His balls hit your face with every thrust, his hips moving back and forth. The squelching noises of you choking around him only encouraged him further, determined to fuck the attitude out of you.
“You look so fucking good like this, princess, taking my cock like it was meant for you,”He uttered with a whine, fucking into your throat with no mercy. You took his like a good girl, eagerly sucking on him until you could feel the way he throbbed over your tongue. One more thrust, his cock bulging in your throat as he shot his seed down your throat. He held you there, copious amounts of thick ropes into your pretty mouth.
Steve pulled out, slapping his cock against your face and then pushed into you one last time before stepping away. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his taste lingering in your lips. You whined against his lips, panties ruined with how wet you were for your boyfriend.
“Please,”You croaked against him,”Need to touch you...”
“You gonna be a good girl, follow your captain’s orders?”He asked carefully, grabbing ahold of your body and bringing you into his grip. You wrapped your arms around him, nails digging into your biceps while he laid you on the bed. His weight draped over you, his body pinning yours into the bed.
“Yes, yes, just please,”You begged, head dipping into the crook of his neck to leave kisses against his hot skin. You licked up his neck, feeling his vein pulse against you befor you bit harshly at his tough skin. You sucked and nipped until there was a large purple mark showcased on him.
“That’s it, princess, ‘m all yours, mark me all you want,”He encouraged, feeling you move on to another spot. You left bruises in your wake, attacking his shoulders, his collar bone, and he chest. You were possessive, he realized that now and he liked it. His cock jumped at the feeling of you claiming him, making him rut his hips against your wet cunt.
He dipped his fingers between your thighs while you kiss every part of his body, whimpering and whining as he fucked you open with two fingers, then three. He rubbed his thumb against your clit, encouraging you to cum for him quickly so he could stuff his cock inside you. You quivered against him, moaning out his name as you clawed at his chest.
“Need your cock, Captain, want you to destroy me,”You whined, spreading your legs for him.
“My pretty princess, gotta fuck all thought negative thoughts from your head, don’t I? Is that what you need? That dumb baby brain of yours has been making you act out, hasn’t it? Just need me to fuck the brat out of you.”
You’re nodding under him, capturing his lips with need. He grabbed your face gently, kissing you with such love and dominance.”Please, Captain...”
Steve nodded back at you, lips staying on yours as he grasped his cock in his hands. His dick was already hard again, his stamina and drive superior to literally any other man on the planet.
The bulbous head prodded against your entrance, walls stretching around the large member as he pushed in slowly. Steve swallowed your whines, gasping into your mouth when you squeeze tightly around him. He held your thighs open, his hips rutting into you. He sank inside you, sheathing his sensitive cock fully into your sopping cunt. You were so wet for him, squelching as his cock thrusted into you.
“Can you hear how wet you are for me?”Steve uttered, lips trailing down your face to the sweet spot on your pulse. He sucked another mark onto your skin, groaning when you rocked your hips against him.”So warm and tight for me.”
“‘s all for you, Captain,”You mewled, arms wrapping around his shoulders to press his chest down against you.”’m your princess.”
Steve smirked against your jaw, his heart preening at that. You were his princess, his best girl, and the love of his life. The fact that you thought anything different earlier today made him desperate to show you.
“Yeah, you are, Captain’s little princess, so perfect and gorgeous,”He drew his hips back, his cock nearly all the way out of your clenching pussy. He slammed back in one smooth motion, causing your back to arch off the bed into him.”You were fucking made for me, weren’t you? Made to take this cock, made to be mine.”
You can barely utter out any words, just a soft uh-huh of agreement while he pounded into you with his brute strength. His cock bulged in his belly, protruding slight in your small frame. You feel so fucking full and good with his cock stuffing your cunt. The bed rocked with every harsh thrust, the headboard banging against the wall carelessly. Steve didn’t care who heard, he needed you to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to hear. The banging against the wall is loud and it only encouraged him to fuck you hard as you turned into a mess of whines underneath him.
You scratched down his back, nails leaving red marks down his back. It made him moan out, his mouth attacking yours in a class of tongue and teeth. He loved how you marked him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh. He moved one of your legs to hang over his shoulder while he fucked into you. With this angle, he hit that spot that made you tremble. He didn’t let up, his thrusts rocking the bed underneath him. His hand went to brace himself on the headboard, pounding into you as your moans echoed off the walls. He wanted everyone to hear.
His grip tightened around the wooden frame, the headboard and frame cracking under his strength at the same time. You gasped out, you body jerking when the frame collapsed underneath you. Steve wasn’t even phased, his pace never faltering into your welcoming cunt.
“Fuck, Captain!”You cried out, the fact he had broken your entire bed made you gush around him. Nails clawing into his back to the point that you actually break skin, making Steve groan.
“You gonna cum, princess, know you’re close, can feel your tight little pussy squeezin’ my cock, so go ahead, cum for your Captain, be a good girl for me,”His forehead head in against yours, hands holding himself up over you. His fists grasped the sheets, broken bed rocking and squeaking under your passionate fucking.
“Steve!” You sobbed out, tears leaking from your eyes from the incredible pressure releasing from your tummy. You felt like you were floating almost, nerves vibrating at incredible speeds as your body quivered underneath him. With your walls tightly wrapped around his cock, Steve spilled inside you. He pumped his hot cum into your eager pussy, a guttural groan emitting from his throat.
Steve nearly collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. He flipped onto his back, the bed cracking more when he pulled you against his chest.
You heaved out heavy breaths, kissing him slowly and gently before giggling at the state of your room.”You broke my bed.”
“Yeah, I did...”He grinned at you,”Guess you’ll just have to sleep in my room, princess, gonna have to stay with me indefinitely.”
“Mhm, how about forever?”You whispered, hands resting against his chest. You smiled at the marks that cover his body, knowing you claimed him put you at ease. The possessive feeling subsiding now that you now that everyone will see your bruises and scratches on him.
“Sounds perfect...”Steve looked at you with such love and admiration,”You’re not gonna make me hang up all those picture on our wall are you?”
You glanced over to your little collage of shirtless Polaroids of Steve and a gossip article with you straddling him at restaurant displayed in the middle,”Oh definitely, can’t not have my wall of hotness.”
He shook his head, holding you close to his chest. Steve just can’t stop smiling when he looks at you,”I love you, princess.”
You beamed at that, chewing on your bottom lip,”Even when I’m wild and a brat?”
“Yeah, even then,”Steve kissed you gently once again, peppering your face with loving kisses. He drank up your giggles and smiled,”’m not gonna stop till you say it back...” His fingers danced along you waist, making you squirm and fall to his side. He moved over you again quickly, the bed falling completely on the ground with a loud thud.
Both of you laughed out at that, holding each other close and just enjoying the love you shared.
“I love you too, Stevie, forever,”You uttered with a huge grin, another laugh escaping your lips when he molded his lips against yours sweetly.
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summary: uhhh idk artist!reader gets f*cked by nat
warnings: 18+, smut, choking (verrrrryyy briefly), mommy kink
also its been awhile since i’ve written smut so if this is awful do not perceive me >:(.
thank you moli for proofreading, i love u <3
dt: @nermalina hey bff heres that smut i promised you. consider it a very late birthday gift <3
🏷: @natasha-danvers @kermy48 @yelenabelovasgf @blackxwidowsxwife @slut-for-nat
natasha had been a model for dozens of people, dozens of times. it never crossed your mind that she would model specifically for you. the redhead was aggressively known for rejecting people's pleas for her to let them paint, sketch, or mold her from clay.
so it came as a surprise when you came across an email requesting a one-on-one session with you. had natasha's name not caught your eye, you would've deleted the email and completely missed such a huge opportunity.
you just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
natasha would be at your apartment in half an hour. you had already set up your supplies the night before out of pure nervousness of her arrival.
you stood in the middle of your kitchen, a cup of orange juice in hand as you thought about the different styles you could draw her in. however, your train of thought was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of a knock at your door.
natasha was twenty minutes early. and god did it feed into your anxiety.
after unlocking the deadbolt, you were greeted with a friendly pair of green eyes. you didn't say anything, only moving out of the way so she could walk in.
she took in her surroundings, and you suddenly felt a little embarrassed about your apartment. it was cheap, invaluable compared to the rich houses you knew natasha had been invited to.
"sorry it's not much," you mumbled.
"no, it's fine. it's different... in a good way i mean." she reassured quickly, "it doesn't scream how much you want to impress me."
you gave an awkward nod and led her into the living room, motioning to her that you wanted her on the couch.
"okay, you can get into any form you want as long as-" seeing natasha with her clothes half off and still going caught your breath. "-you're comfortable."
she saw your panic from the corner of her eye and smirked. natasha tended to have that effect on people, but this was the first time she allowed someone to draw her fully nude. seeing the look in your eyes as they roamed her body gave her the confidence boost she needed.
you bit your lip as you watched natasha position herself. her right arm rest against the armrest, legs situated atop each other while her left arm fell against her hip.
and just when you thought she had finalized her position, she bent her left knee up and spread her legs. you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning out loud.
you nodded, "perfect."
normally natasha could keep herself busy with small talk, but you seemed to be much more quiet than the other artist she'd modeled for. she liked that though, because she already knew it would be easy to make you squirm.
her eyes steadied themselves on your face. you were very focused on your work, she could tell by the involuntary frown on your face. when you looked up from your canvas you were met with a pair of green eyes staring directly at you. nervously, you tried to glance at a different part of her body, but that would betray you because the first thing your eyes landed on was her cunt.
you tried to cover up your action, but the sound of natasha's laugh indicated that she saw the whole thing happen.
"do you want a closer look?" her voice was raspy, causing you to freeze. "really, i don't mind. the second i saw your picture online i knew i wanted to fuck you."
you felt the air in your lungs leave your body. she stood up from her position and strutted her way into your personal space. natasha towered over you while you sat on your stool. she thrusted her hips lightly against your back so you knew she was in charge. it wasn’t long before her lips began to attack your neck. sloppy kisses littered the edge of your jawline, a generous specialty of hers.
"but the drawing, i haven't fin-"
"i don't care. now do you want me to fuck you in here or in your bedroom? i'd prefer the bed, but i could make eating you out on the couch doable."
your reply was stuck in the back of your throat. but god you wanted her.
she traced the outline of your face before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her. "i don't have much patience and if you make me wait any longer, i'm going to punish you." natasha's eyes grew dark, completely different from the woman who initially walked through the door.
"bedroom," you squeaked, but before you could go to move natasha picked you up bridal style and carried you herself.
you almost regretted underestimating how strong she was by her petite frame. almost.
she placed you flat on your back and in an instant natasha had your clothes ripped from your body. "sweet girl, you won't know your own name by the time i'm done with you."
she tugged you closer to her so that she could prop both legs on her shoulders, keeping you wide and open just as she wanted.
natasha kissed the inside of your thighs as she worked her way up. your eyes screwed shut, and you found yourself fighting back the urge to moan.
the redhead wouldn't allow that though. she wanted to hear every noise you made slip from your mouth, and she would do anything to get what she wanted.
"open your eyes, let mommy hear those pretty little moans of yours."
she kitten licked the outside of your walls while massaging both of your breasts with her hands, occasionally twisting your nipples for extra stimulation. she dipped the tip of her tongue further into your pussy before retracting and going back to kissing your thighs.
"mommy," you whined.
you could feel natasha smile against your skin. "there you go, my love." you tried to grind your hips further onto her mouth by pushing upwards, but natasha's mouth quickly moved out of reach.
"ah ah ah, be patient. only good girls get what they want." you rolled your eyes and huffed, earning a loud slap to the side of your thigh. "do that again and your ass will be bent over my knee seven shades of red."
her glare went away as soon as she buried her face back between your legs. she was greedy, almost possessive over the gift between your legs.
natasha's role of being easy on you was put to an end. she shoved her tongue into your pussy, graciously accepting every inch you had to offer. seeing your back arch, hands balled into fists as they gripped the sheets, gave the redhead a sense of euphoria she'd never felt before.
"you're so beautiful when you fall to pieces." natasha purred. "aren't you glad mommy's taking care of you?"
your only response was a loud whine as her tongue flicked over your clit. "c'mon sweet girl, i know you can use your words."
"yes!" your voice was strained, a series of incoherent grunts and moans filling the room. natasha’s mouth covered the entirety of your cunt, allowing her tongue to delve deeper inside of you. her lapping only grew stronger the more you cried.
you clenched tightly around her tongue. your legs automatically reflexed to close, but that didn’t do anything for you except grant natasha deeper access into your cunt.
“m-mommy!” the feeling of natasha’s nails scraping the sides of your thighs was enough to let you know you could come. “mmm, that’s right baby. there you go.”
when she pulled away, you were greeted with the sight of natasha’s sticky, grinning face as she moved to sit on your stomach. she figured she could give you a small break before fucking you senseless.
but that didn’t mean she would stop completely.
her hands found their way to your breasts, squeezing and pinching them again for extra stimulation. “you like that, don’t you baby?”
“yes, please, i want more!”
natasha found herself giggling at your pathetic pleas for her.
“not yet. don’t be the dirty little whore i know you are. now you’re going to lay here while mommy grinds on your stomach until she gets tired of it.” her hand offered a gentle squeeze around your throat.
“you’re going to have to draw me with my fingers shoved in your cunt before i let you cum again.” she taunted, slowly edging herself on your body. it wasn’t long before you began to feel her heat against your skin.
and truthfully, you’d draw whatever the hell she wanted you to just as long as she kept coming back.
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Dont Come Back
Series: Part 1 • Part 2
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Prompt: "Dont come back. Not for me." (Prompt List 1)
A/N: I was supposed to post everyday, but my internet went out, and I couldn't get this up for 3 days, and I'm sorry. Ily, kith.
Bonus: This takes place after Age of Ultron.
The wind was dull, and the sky was gray. The air felt like a toxic smoke that has long been stuck like some lump in your throat. As the long silence prevailed, you stood there, waiting for a response from the red-head who was supposed to be heading out for some mission just before you stopped her.
"So when will you tell me that you and Banner have some strong history together?"
That was what you said that stopped the former russian spy from leaving the compound to go on her "manhunt" for the missing Hulk.
"Y/N, now is not the time."
You specifically remember once joining her in this very hallway. This large empty hallway where she "sulked" over the loss of someone who you thought was just a friend.
"Was that the reason you forced yourself in on this mission?"
It was here where you've shared most of your intimate moments. Ones where she'd open up small bit of her past to you, and so will you. You shared your first kiss right in this dark empty space where Steve even walked in on you both.
"He was my friend! I wanted to be the first to find him!"
"He was not your friend! He was your lover!"
Your loud exchange echoed throughout the walls that surrounded you both. Your heart carrying the same heavy weight as your arm is with your bags.
"I was his friend who also wanted to be on this mission, but when they told me it would be best if I do not go on this one, I listened! Because I only want the best for my friend! While you... you forced yourself in on this so hard that not even Cap's words were able to stop you."
"Perhaps you still have feelings for him."
With those words, you expected for a stern no. You wanted for her to tell you that you were wrong. But as you stood there waiting for a response, a bag in hand and a serum on the other, the sound of silence began growing more unbearable with each passing second, later on breaking by the sound of your soft whisper.
"Was I just a rebound?"
Your heart shattered as the long silence did. Staring at her now conflicted state, it broke you, knowing that she's confused, and conflicted, of not only her feelings for you, but where you really stand in her life.
"Maybe you still love him. That's why you never told me about your history. Because to you it was not history."
It might have been true—what you said. But a part of you believed that it was not. A part of you believed that just like what you thought before you even found out about them, her feelings for you were sincere.
"You know what? Just go. Leave, and look for him."
But sadly, that part of you was now left unsure, and just wondering.
Wondering if she had loved you, or just needed you to move on from him. Even temporarily.
"Don't come back. Not for me."
Did she use me to forget him?—you questioned.
"You can choose to look for him or look for me."
As you turned away, you could almost hear your now shattered heart, getting crushed with every step you took.
"You're seriously not leaving..."
You wanted to forget her. But forgetting someone isn't that easy, your girlfriend being the living proof.
"Oh I am."
Though unlike her, you wouldn't use a person to forget another. You're not as heartless. Rather, you'd use a serum. From an experiment you so willfully volunteered to take part on.
With just one shot, she was gone.
And so were you.
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ Don’t say it back
You smile at Steve, the words feeling both beautiful and terrifying. You aren’t sure how you feel or if you’re ready to say it back. You lean in and kiss him tenderly, trying to get across how you feel about him. He cradles your jaw as your lips softly caress his, and slowly you pull back and smile at him. As you pull back, you take his hand. “Come on,” you say. “The day’s not over yet.”
There isn’t much of the day left, but you try to fit as much into what’s left as you can. Steve seems to overthink things a little, and you’re not quite sure what’s off. He changes his mind about where to eat three times, and in the end, you get take-out and bring it back to your room to eat on the bed.
“I really love it out here,” you say as you eat sitting criss-cross on the bed.
Steve smiles a little and nods. “I’m glad. I wanted to make it special.”
“It’s going to be,” you assure him, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Because it’s you and me.”
“Right,” Steve agrees and swallows thickly.
“If you’re not ready, we can just cuddle. That’s okay,” you say.
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not that… it’s just…” Something about the way he holds himself changes. He seems to shift from the overthinking man he’d been all afternoon, into the Steve you had gotten to know all this time. “Are you ready?”
You put your box of noodles on the side table and took his and put it beside it. “Steve,” you said, looking into his eyes. “I am so happy and content, I am totally ready for this. But I feel like something has upset you and I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t sure of.”
He nods. “It hasn’t. It’s nothing. I guess… I had this image in my head about what this was supposed to be. And I just realized that was idealistic and what is here in front of me is real. Does that make sense?”
You smile and nod. “Complete sense,” you say. “You can’t live in a fairytale for very long. Is reality good though?”
He nods, and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Very good,” he says and brings his lips to yours.”
You kiss him passionately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and climbing into his lap. He runs his hands up under your shirt as the two of you kiss, and you roll your hips in his lap. He fumbles with your bra, and the longer he does, the funnier you find it until you break the kiss laughing.
“Need some help?” You giggle.
“What is that made of? Vibranium?” He laughs, pulling your shirt off and twisting around you so that he could see your back. You turn in his lap so he could see better, and he runs his large hands over your skin before returning to the clasp on your bra. He carefully works it open - one hook at a time, his hands moving gently rather than dexterously. “It’s like one of those puzzles you buy at a bookstore.”
You laugh as he slides the straps on your bra down your arms and kisses your shoulder softly. “Where were we?” He asks.
“Mmm…” You hum. “Let’s see shall we.”
You lean back and capture his lips, kissing him deeply. His hands skim under your breasts, cupping them and massaging them gently. You grind back in his lap, feeling his cock harden against your ass. He groans softly into your lips and pulls you back so that he’s lying on the bed and you’re laying back on him. You roll your body against him, your back arching and curving against his body, and your ass rolling against his cock. Steve groans louder, sliding his hand into your pants.
His fingers work over your clit as you rut against his hand. He kisses down your neck and sucks a patch of skin on your neck. You unbutton your pants and push them down so your bare body grinds against his fully clothed one.
He rolls you so you’re on your stomach on the bed and he kneels above you, pulling off his shirt. You roll over and scramble to remove his pants, freeing his cock. You lick your lips as it springs free. It’s as perfect as he is. Long, thick, and uncut, with the perfect amount of veining. For a moment, you’re struck dumb. He is also large. Very large. To the point that you’re not even sure he’ll fit. You get onto your hands and knees and take the base in your hand as you pull back the foreskin and lick over the head. He groans, tangling his hands in your hair, and watches you as you begin to suck his cock.
You slowly suck up and down his shaft, pushing him deeper and deeper back into your throat, trying to take him all. You're a good inch from becoming flush to his crotch before you begin to gag. Steve cradles your jaw and pulls back. “I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he says.
He guides you back on the bed and kissing down your body, ghosting his lips over your skin and making you break out in goosebumps. When he reaches your thighs, he bites you gently, pulling at your soft flesh with his teeth.
You moan and your cunt floods as you jerk your hips up. He runs his nose up your folds, its point briefly touches your clit, and you hum, the muscles in your legs tightening. His tongue flicks over the swollen bundle of nerves, sending wave after wave of pleasure surging through you. Two of his fingers eased into your cunt. He curls them, stroking them over your internal walls and teasing them over your g-spot. He moves them like he’s beckoning an orgasm forth - calling it to him.
You start to writhe and moan under him. Your orgasm builds and you grip the sheets, squeezing your eyes closed as you focus on it. “Fuck, Steve!” You cry. “Oh god!”
He adds a third finger as he looks up at you, watching your reaction. His fingers move inside you and he twists his hand so his knuckles grind against your g-spot. You jerk and cry out, arching your back off the bed. “Does this feel alright?” He asks, spreading his fingers. It burns a little but adds to that pleasantly full feeling inside you.
“Yes,” you moan. “Oh god yes.”
“I’m not bigger than that,” he says, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. “You don’t need to be worried. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Okay,” you whimper. He curls his fingers and returns his mouth to your clit, nibbling on it. His fingers press down on your g-spot and he corkscrews his wrist. You come, crying out and bucking up hard on the bed.
He removes his hand and crawls up your body, placing kisses at random intervals as he approaches your mouth. He grabs a condom and rolls it on, before aligning his body with yours. He takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around his girth.
“You’re in control,” he says, looking deep into your eyes. “Guide me to where it’s comfortable.”
You guide him inside you, and very slowly he sinks in. You sigh as he fills you. This control he’s given you is such a loving, and caring act, that is at the same time incredibly sexy. It makes you feel a little guilty that you never said the words back, but you know, it’s better not to lie about the heart. Your head tilts back slightly, your lips parted and he places small kisses along your jaw.
His cock hits a spot where there is a slight sting and your grip tightens around him. He stops pushing and he tilts your head so you’re looking into his eyes. “There?” He asks.
You let your body adjust and you shake your head. “More,” you breathe.
He pushes in further. You feel him reach that limit where pleasure becomes pain and you stop him. You let his cock go and wrap your arms around his neck. He gives you a moment to adjust to him and begins to thrust.
It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. He alternates between a gentle, pleasant rhythm, allowing you to feel his cock run along the ridges of your cunt, to just pounding into you so that you can’t even catch your breath. You feel like you’re about to come undone. Just when you think this is it, nothing can possibly feel any better than Steve Rogers’ dick inside of you, he brings his arm between your bodies and fingers your clit.
You come. Explosively. Clinging to him as if he’s stopping you from falling. You cry out his name and he grits his teeth and groans as he releases inside you.
The two of you lay panting for a while before he slips from within you and collapses down on the bed. You roll onto your side and watch as he removes the condom. “That was amazing,” you hum. “You’ve ruined me for all men.”
He smiles and looks at you. “That’s good because I don’t plan on sharing you with any others.”
The weekend away together is a turning point for the two of you. Steve seems to become more serious. Almost like he wants to move away from just courting you, to sharing a life with each other.
You spend a lot of time with him at his home and he spends a lot of time with you at yours. Obviously, there’s still work and Avenging that keeps you apart, but when there is free time, you opt more and more to spend it together. It gets to the point that you could almost say you were living together. He has stuff at your place, you have things at his. Both of you have keys and security codes so you can come and go as much as you like, at any time of day or night. But it’s not official and you both keep your own places.
The only looming shadow over things is you still haven’t said those three little words. Not that Steve is being quick to repeat them. It’s like he put them out there, and you know how he feels and now he is simply giving you the space to return them when you’re ready.
You just aren’t sure you know or not. You know you care about him and that you like spending time with him. This isn’t one of those fireworks in the sky things though and it’s hard to know if this is love in that ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’ ways.
He is good in so many ways, but he is so hard on himself and he never puts the relationship first. Avenging is always first. Dates are interrupted by missions that pop up suddenly. He is often home late and you can go days at a time without hearing from him at all. You aren’t sure how well you are equipped to be an army wife, and certainly feeling like the woman he’s cheating on the Avengers with isn’t great. It’s hard to know which side wins out - the side where he is present and attentive and kind, or the side where you’re swept aside and he risks his life again and again.
It comes to a head when Steve is away on a mission for almost a month. It’s a month of not hearing from him at all. Not knowing if he’s alive or dead. Not even knowing roughly where he is or if you’ll ever see him again. There’s a chance he could disappear for good and no one will know what happened to him.
Each night sleep comes later and later and is disturbed more and more regularly. You’d wake early to check for messages that never come. You barely eat and start subsisting on a diet of caffeine and mood stabilizers. You worry yourself sick.
You’re asleep when he finally returns. There is no call, but the key sliding into the lock is enough to wake you. You startle and rush out to find him stepping through the door. You crash into him and his arms wrap around you automatically. Holding you close to him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your hair. “You must have been so worried.”
“Why didn’t you call?” You ask, looking up at him.
“I didn’t want to wake you. I haven’t been back long, but I needed to see you,” he said. “I love you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Tell him you feel the same
Tell him you care about him, but you don’t think you can do this anymore.
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For those of you who wanted a sequel to ‘Gentle’, here you go. For those who haven’t read ‘Gentle’, this can be read on its own.
Smut. 18+. This is disgusting (disgusting!) porn but it’s disgusting porn with feeling <3
Loki’s attentions have yet to leave you.
It isn’t as if you’re knocking on his chamber doors every night - and the heavens know he doesn’t visit you in the servants’ quarters.
But still. There is something between the two of you, though it’s only noticeable by those who care enough to look. And those individuals are few and far between; just how you imagine Loki wants it.
There have been a few times you’ve fallen victim to Brenna’s sharp gaze when you arrive at the kitchens or laundry pools late. Asta is always quick to defend you. It isn’t as if a maid can simply turn down one of the princes.
You appreciate Asta’s kindness, and her willingness to come to your side. Still, you would be fine without her. The ache Loki leaves between your legs as you finish the remainder of your chores is reminder enough that cold shoulders are worth it.
“We’ve taught you how to take me so well, sweet girl,” Loki muses as he buries himself to the hilt, the thickest part of him now surrounded by your heart. Loki looks at the junction of your bodies, where it becomes nearly impossible to see where he ends and you begin. Your walls clench around his length at his praise, and Loki feels you soaking him. He groans.
Loki makes it a point to cover you in his mark whenever you see him. Sometimes he sucks over skin that has only just healed, but often he just bruises you wherever you will have him. Tonight is no different, and Loki smirks at one particularly visible bruise at the hollow of your neck. He ducks down to run his tongue over it. You take the opportunity to card your fingers through Loki’s hair and pull, the same way you learned to that first night together. You feel Loki’s cock twitch inside you at the suddenness of the action.
“Spitfire,” he says, approval seeping through his voice. You keen under the nickname - though you would for any title Loki might choose to give to you. He latches onto your nipple, worrying the bud with his teeth and making you a mess. He reaches between your bodies too, pressing against your clit in the way he knows makes you see stars.
You’ve already fallen apart on his fingers once tonight, and Loki has cum inside you twice. He’s close - so close again, and he wants to fill you.
Loki had explored things with you that you never could have dreamed of. He’s tied you up, bent you over. He once spent the entire night rubbing against your sex with just his balls, bringing you to the point of overstimulation over and over again.
But the nights like these are the most intense, when he finishes inside you again and again. Your stomach would swell to accomodate for Loki, and your dresses fit tighter around your middle the next day. When that happened, you always caught him looking at you unabashedly.
Once more, that is Loki’s goal tonight. He’s spearing up in you, ready to release his final load. He is a gentleman though, always bringing you to climax first. This time, it comes with one final press on your clit and a whispered confession about how beautiful you are. You come undone with a shout, tightening around Loki and raking your nails down the taut muscles of his back.
Loki tries to hold his own pleasure back, but you feel so good on his member when you come, and he spills inside you. You feel him paint your walls with his seed, and press your head into the pillows as he does. You’re both panting rapidly, looking at each with an almost shocked expression at how right this feels. Slowly, Loki pulls out of you, sitting back on his knees to take the sight in.
You’re a dream. Your lips are kiss-swollen, hair a mess. Your body is thoroughly marked with love bites and teeth marks.
But what catches Loki’s attention is your distended belly. You’re absolutely filled - almost bursting with his spend. It drives him feral.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. Loki presses a kiss above your navel, and without warning, presses down on your stomach. You whimper as Loki watches his load trickle from your used hole, staining his bedsheets. Satisfied, he lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms. You stay there for what seems like hours, nothing but Loki filling your senses. You think he’s fallen asleep when he finally speaks.
“Out of all the maidens I choose to bed,” he tells you. “You’re my favorite.”
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Winter Soldier's Match - Part 2
Word Count: 7,324
Related Drabble: The Winter Soldier is a Matchmaker…
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, oral sex, fingering, some swear words, but over all it's pretty much fluffy smut.
Note: Thank you to all of my new followers. I'd like to let you know that I'm committed to posting works, but since I don't do short (ever, like, I just can't) my work takes time. See the by line of my blog: Writer in progress... and that progress is slow.
Also, would anyone like a smut piece for Zemo? I had an idea this morning and if you're interested, just let me know.
Two weeks had passed since the Winter Soldier had broken into her lab. He’d grown tired of waiting for Bucky to act on his feelings and had taken the reins to claim her for them. Since she’d taken the soldier up on his carnal offer, her relationship with Bucky had changed.
The next morning he’d shown up at her door with two steaming cups of coffee. They’d talked and once it was clear that both felt a mutual desire to be more than friends, things escalated. Before she’d tried her best not to imagine what it would be like to have Bucky turn his charms on her. Those were the kind of fantasies that were tempting and sweet and if she dwelled on them for too long, they caused heartache.
Imagining was no longer needed. A bouquet of yellow daffodils was delivered to her the next day. In messy penmanship a note was scrawled.
Just thinking of you, doll. Have a good day.
Her heart melted.
Over the next few days she learned that Bucky Barnes was committed to the art of wooing a girl. There were more flowers and notes. He brought her the same coffees as when they were just friends but now he stayed longer. Instead of lounging quietly on her couch and watching her work, he talked to her. The next week he brought her lunch. They ate together on the same couch where the Winter Soldier had spanked her just days ago. Heat swept through her at the memory. She forced her mind from the matter and focused on Bucky’s words as he told her about his time in Wakanda.
He showed affection with hugs and kisses. The kisses were to her cheek or tenderly pressed to her forehead as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Monday of the next week the sun rolled out from behind spring clouds to warm up the city for the first time since November. Bucky had held her hand in the park and put his arm around her waist when they brushed together on a turn. But he didn’t initiate further contact.
She began to wonder what was going on. Their friendship was solid and the emotional relationship was good. Doubts began to stir. Maybe there was a reason he wasn’t getting hot and heavy with her? Was it that she’d violated his wishes when the Soldier had come on to her? The distance he enforced wasn’t making any sense when she turned the matter over. If his alter ego had been able to take control, then the lust he felt for her must be enormous.
Perhaps she needed to be the one to make a move. The idea tempted her but after considerable thought, she let it go. So far it had been his alter and her who’d made the choices about their relationship. This time she needed to let Bucky do things his way. More pressure wasn’t the answer. Instead, she settled in to enjoy his thoughtful and romantic gestures.
The second week came to a close and he took her to the movies. She sat on his right side and when he took her hand, wrapping both of her arms around his bicep and snuggling close. The giant screen flashed as the protagonist made one bad decision after another. He fell into a pit of quicksand as the mummy closed in behind him, arms outstretched. Tension stretched over the moment but all she felt was exhaustion. Too many nights spent restless, wondering if your relationship with Bucky would ever be anything more than platonic. Her head sank to his shoulder. He turned towards her and pushed down the armrest between them, shifting her so that she lay against his chest. Her forehead pressed into the side of his neck and she sank into his hold as the muscles of his chest formed a perfect cradle for her back.
The next thing she knew he was rubbing her shoulders. His voice sounded in her ear, even as she tried to ignore the intrusion.
“Sweetheart, it’s time to go. Wake up now.”
His hand stroked up her arm, roaming over her shoulder.
Bucky laughed. The husky sound was pleasant. She smiled and turned her face into his neck.
“That’s it. You’re awake. I can tell. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Let’s get you to bed…
Her eyes opened. She knew he didn’t mean it the way she wanted him to.
Back at her apartment, she invited him in, fully expecting him to refuse. To her surprise, he said yes. Then he was there, in her living room with his feet up on the ottoman that served as her coffee table. His arms spread out on the back of her mid century couch and his eyes scanning her space. They’d spent all their time together at work and she’d never had him in her private space. He filled her in on how the movie had played out as his restless eyes flicked around the room. She could see the wheels turning in his mind as he took in every detail. His head tilted to read the titles on the books in her case.
“I knew you were a nerd,” he said, “But a whole section on physics? Were you assigned all of those for school?”
“There was only one professor who taught physics at my college - it wasn’t very big - and he was rumored to be a monster. If you gave a wrong answer in class he’d chew you out, that sort of thing. Because I was pretty shy back then, being called out in front of a whole lecture hall wasn’t on my agenda. I decided to learn the entire content of his class before the semester started.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And? Did you?”
“Yes. I paid a kid on my floor for the syllabus so I could use it as a study guide. He offered me his old tests and notes for fifty dollars. I negotiated the price down to thirty because he got a D in the class and the notes probably weren’t very good.”
Bucky grinned. His eyes sparked and the sight of his amusement encouraged her to continue.
“The funny thing is Professor Casey turned out to be a sweet old man. He just had very little patience for....well...for teaching.”
“You’re adorable, you know that?”
Pleasure swept through her at his soft expression. She reached for him without thinking. By the time her brain kicked on, her elbow was bending around his shoulder. She froze, and her eyes darted up to his.
Her mind went blank. Smoothing over awkward moments wasn’t one of her strong suits. Creating them was more in her area of expertise.
Bucky slid closer. The whirling of her thoughts as she sought for a way to pull back without killing the vibe stuttered. Her mind ground to a complete halt. A warm flesh hand pressed to her left hip and a cool metal one caught into a front belt loop. He gave a gentle tug on the loop of her jeans, his hand pressing her hip to urge her closer. His soft, pink lips curved.
“C’mere, doll. I don’t mind if you want to cuddle me. I like it.”
She let herself be drawn into his arms. He sighed, content, and propped his chin on top of her head.
“Mmmhh. Yeah, I like it a lot. Your hair smells nice,” Bucky said.
He was warm. The serum seemed to make him run a bit hot. That would be useful in the winter and probably the summer too, when restaurants put their air conditioners on freezing temperatures. Faint notes of pine and laundry soap teased her nose, the scent bringing back a flash of memory.
Her hands braced on the Winter Soldier’s chest moments before he’d shoved up her skirt and ripped at her panties. Excitement curled in her belly as it sank in that the man she desired needed her. That he’d been driven by lust to go to such lengths for her...
“Doll?” Bucky’s voice drew her from the recollection.
“Are you uncomfortable with-”
He broke off. She heard him swallow, then felt his chest move as he took a deep breath. Her head tilted back to look at him, but his arms tightened, keeping her in place.
“Are you uncomfortable touching me? Because of what happened before? We talked about it, but if you’re having different feelings now, I want to know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m asking if you’re okay. In general, emotionally...mentally. And if this is still what you want.”
Frustration flared. For a second the surge of emotion locked up her voice. She shoved it down. Bucky had been rattled by the Winter Soldier taking control and even if he was okay with how things had turned out, there was trauma. Knowing him as she did, the self worth issues he felt had long been spelled out in the subtext of their relationship.
“I want you. But I don’t want to push you. After what happened in the lab, I realized it’s been the Soldier and me making the decisions so far. About the physical relationship, you know? So I figured it was time for me to let you set the pace.”
He relaxed and the hold loosened. She tilted her head back and found him staring down at her with an emotion she couldn’t identify glowing in his eyes. The cerulean depths always showed her so much.
“You sound as if you’re apologizing. Doll, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I feel a bit like I took advantage of you. Or maybe a better way to put it would be that the Soldier took advantage of you and then I helped him finish the deed.”
Bucky snorted. “Have you considered why he got out in the first place?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m holding back. If you’re not comfortable with a physical relationship yet, then I’ll wait.”
“Honey, the only reason he could take the reins was because I wanted you so badly.”
Her cheeks flushed. Delight surged in her heart, pure joy swirled through her veins. Bucky wanted her. Not just wanted, he wanted her bad enough to admit it.
“I’m glad. But it doesn’t necessarily follow that you’re going to sleep with me.”
“I do want to sleep with you. But I also want you. To date me, to be with me. I needed to pull back and make sure you understood that this isn’t just sex.”
That made sense. In the context of knowing Bucky for almost a year, it fit in perfectly with his more traditional traits. He didn’t denounce the sexual revolution or its outcomes. But when he’d gotten off of Tinder he’d told her he wasn’t interested in a sexual relationship that didn’t include an emotional attachment. It left him feeling cold. She’d been dizzy with jealousy for days after he’d said that, wondering who he’d made that particular discovery with.
“I also wanted you to have a chance to come to your senses. I know I have a lot of baggage and if you’re not prepared to deal with that, I’d understand.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not shying away, Bucky, and I’m not going let you push me away either. I’m the one here who has a terrible track record with romantic relationships. Maybe I don’t have the same kind of baggage that you do, but we all come with something.”
“What about…” Bucky paused, swallowing. He dropped his gaze to her chest. “I know I left bruises.”
Shocked by his admission, she pulled back from the embrace. He released her in an instant. She sat up straight, turning her body so that she faced him directly. His expression was painted with lines of worry and stress. Seeing him hurting because of her made her heart give a painful twist.
“Is that the real reason you haven’t touched me?”
She started to get up, ready to put a little distance between them. His cologne, the smell of pine mixed with laundry soap, and the heat from his body was clouding her brain. She needed some space so she could think.
Bucky’s metal hand snagged her wrist.
What happened next was fast and smooth. He used the grip on her wrist to pull her off balance and his flesh arm went around her hips. The way he lifted her up was effortless. Being a healthy sized adult woman, she’d never been tossed into the air before. The last time she’d been picked up had been prior to grade school. Bucky scooped her up with ease, hoisting her bottom under his forearm, and turning. She was deposited onto the sofa in a split second and he swung himself up on top of her. His right knee was planted between her spread legs and his hands braced on either side of her head.
She stared up at him, shocked.
He watched her face as if the answers to every important question he’d ever considered were written across her skin. She let him look. After a tense moment, he smiled.
“You’re not afraid of me,” Bucky said.
“When have I ever been?”
“Never. Even when I bolted into your lab like a crazy person, running from Steve. You weren’t scared.”
Her hand reached up to clasp his face between her palms. A tender smile curved her lips.
“You didn’t look like a crazy person. You looked desperate. And I knew Steve would buy my lie because he trusted me.”
Bucky shook his head. “I had just gotten back from Wakanda. Everyone on the science teams had been briefed about me and they kept their distance. But you weren’t even phased. Your reaction was so unexpected, I had to stay.”
“You gave me a chance to catch my breath. And you’ve been doing it ever since.”
A lump rose in her throat and her eyes filled with tears. Bucky turned his head into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.
“Don’t cry, doll. I love you.”
“I love you too, Bucky.”
He took her hands from his face and settled back, braced on one knee between her spread legs, the other foot on the ground. Their fingers laced together as he drew her hands to him, holding them against his chest. He flicked his tongue out, dampening his lips.
“I’m sorry for one thing. I should have been honest about how I felt with you. If I had, he’d have never hurt you.”
“He didn’t hurt me.”
That wasn’t strictly true, but she wasn’t going to share the details with the guilt ridden man in front of her. Bucky had been right about the Winter Soldier leaving bruises on her. The brutal spanking he’d delivered in her lab had turned purple and blue.
“The soldier is different for you,” Bucky said.
He closed his mouth, looking as if he wanted to take the words back.
“Will you explain that?”
“I love you. It affects him, too. The lack of conscience applies to everyone and everything else. But not to you. He cares about you. You’re right. He wouldn’t have hurt you. Except for…”
She shivered at the memory. The tremor wasn’t from fear. What he’d done to her had been rough, it had hurt, and she’d cried from pain. But she’d felt pleasure that matched the pain. Trying to handle both sensations at the same time had almost given her an orgasm, all from his flesh hand slapping her ass until it burned. For days afterwards, she’d thought of him every time she sat down.
“I enjoyed it. Okay? You don’t need to feel guilty.”
“It bothers me that he didn’t offer, he decided he wanted to hit you and then pushed you when you were vulnerable.”
“Orgasm drunk, you mean,” she said.
Heat flashed through his blue eyes, like lightning illuminating the sky during a midnight storm.
The fierce emotion was there for a split second and then gone. Covered. She peered into his face, wondering if she’d imagined the reaction. What was she waiting for? It had already been two weeks. Her bruises were healed and his desire to show her he wanted more than sex had been heard. It was time for action. She slid the leg he was straddling out from under him and tugged on her hands, still captured in his, to pull him to her. The pressure on her body from his weight was heaven.
Bucky groaned. She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him in place, keeping him where she wanted him. He leaned on his elbows. Pale irises, the color more intense than the sky, burned into hers. Now she could feel his reaction as their hips pressed together.
“Don’t play with me right now.”
“Do you want me? Or is it just the Winter Soldier who wants me? I love you, and you love me. We’re already friends and now I want more. I want you.”
She tightened her legs and rolled her hips. His eyes fluttered closed and a muscle in his jaw flexed.
“I trusted you even when you were the Winter Soldier. From what you’ve said, he’s mine. But what I really want is you.”
“You do? Even after what he did? You’re comfortable, you’re sure?”
“Do I need to strip off all my clothes and start begging? Being with the Winter Soldier may have been hot, but I’m in love with the real man. I’d also prefer to get laid in this relationship without having you hold back until he takes over.”
His cock twitched where it was pressed to her core. Relief rushed through her.
“So what’s it going to be?” she asked.
His mouth covered hers. She opened when his tongue brushed the seam of her lips, taking him into her heat. The slow slide of his tongue against hers was the opposite of how the soldier had been with her. Passion burned just as hot, but the pace and feel was different. Bucky explored her like he’d been given a treat he’d only have one chance to savor. His weight settled onto her, pushing her deep into the couch as he sprawled out. His hands found their way into her hair to grasp the strands, forcing her head back. The new angle gave him deeper access.
She moaned and he responded with a groan. The hands in her hair were gentle, but firm. He held in place as he plundered her mouth, his tongue teasing and stroking. The pace was slow. He kissed her like it was a stroll down the beach, meant to be drawn out. She whimpered at the brutal heat of attraction as he kept building the kiss, pushing her desire higher. More. She needed more. She needed him to possess her, not just tease and explore. Her body tried to buck, hips moving in helpless circles as the kiss turned molten.
Bucky stilled her with his weight.
“No, doll. Let me have this. I want to kiss you. I’ve fantasized about doing this for a year.”
“Please. I’ll melt.”
“Damn straight. Gonna have to carry you to the bed when I get done kissing you. Orgasm drunk? Wait until you’ve been teased.”
He laughed. His eyes sparkled just the way she loved. And it was unsettling how much she was already turned on, with the added threat of him continuing to do so. For an unknown duration. If she was reading him right, it’d be awhile.
“I’m going to have my way with you right here on this couch. In the 40’s we didn’t have the same expectations around dating. I got laid, but it wasn’t common. Most girls back then didn’t take that kind of risk. But this? Not so risky. And I was damn good at this. I can wreck you from kissing and sucking your breasts.”
She felt a bit like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.
As his mouth found hers again, she discovered that Bucky was a demon for pleasure. He knew how to take a kiss deep and hot, then back away. He took command of her mouth and brought her into a passion so intense she began to tremble. Then he pressed light kisses down her neck, to the vee of her blouse. She felt flushed and hot. Her hands went for the buttons on the front but he caught them, pinning them above her head.
“No, doll. You gotta let me have my fantasy. I need to kiss you until you’re weak.”
“Please! I’m begging you.”
He nipped her lower lip and she gasped. Flames raced straight to her center and her thighs clenched. She couldn’t hold still. The pressure was too much, she needed relief.
Bucky watched, face smug with satisfaction. “Don’t beg yet. I haven’t even gotten to your breasts. Haven’t sucked the pretty little nipples until they’re soaked with my saliva. Nibbled ‘em. Drawn on them like I’m gonna drink from your tit.”
“You like that, huh? A good latch and strong pulling does it for you? Yeah it does. I can feel you getting hot.”
He circled his hips grinding into her. She surged against him but couldn’t budge his weight. Couldn’t find friction to relieve the incredible pressure he’d built inside of her.
“We do this how I want. The soldier likes fast and raw. Not me, doll. I like this pace. I like to smell you, all sweet and musky and know you’re soaking your panties because I’ve kissed you so good.”
“Bucky, I need you.”
“You have me.”
His mouth returned to her lips. She sucked his tongue, kissed back and tried to entice him by grinding their bodies together. He was immovable in his decision to move at the pace of a sloth. She was on fire, desperate for more. He was patient and deliberate. When he stripped her out of the blouse and undid the front clasp of her bra to free her breasts, she sobbed with relief.
The lace of the cups had grown uncomfortable as her skin had become more and more sensitive. Her breasts felt heavy and full, engorged with need. Puckered into sharp points, her nipples were begging for his mouth.
“Ah. So pretty, doll. How’d you end up with such gorgeous breasts?”
The idea struck her that he might devote equal time to her chest as he had to her mouth. She wanted to weep with frustration and sob from the burning need for him that tormented her. His tongue traced across her decolletage.
“Touch me, Bucky!”
He scooted down, his hands bringing her wrists to her sides. She was still pinned. If he let go she was going to try and strip off the rest of her clothes. That was probably why he kept holding her. His grip wasn’t tight, just restraining.
“I promised I’d make you melt. Can’t go back on my word, now can I?”
“I’m fucking melted!”
He laughed. The bastard had the gall to laugh. She was about to snarl, but he bent his head to nuzzle the swell of her breast.
“Please, I need you so bad.”
His mouth opened, pressing wet kisses to her overheated skin. Sweat rolled in beads down her sternum and he ventured over to lick it up. Her nipples were as hard as rocks. They’d seized up into tiny darts, protruding out, demanding attention. Bucky released her wrists and cupped her breasts, lifting them. Just that gave her relief. His hands felt so good. The metal one was still cool. The flesh was rough with callouses and warm. He stroked up with his thumbs, rubbing her nipples.
Her back flexed, arching into the touch. She moaned. Her plan to get rid of her clothes was gone, because her mind emptied of thoughts when he touched her. He rolled the buds under his thumbs, then plucked at them. Gentle, he tugged the flesh between his fingers, caressing it with soft touches. It left her throbbing for more.
“Oh, Bucky. Please. Your mouth.”
She didn’t expect him to do it. He’d been teasing her so long. When he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled, she gasped. He captured the bud between his teeth to pull and then lapped with the broadside of his tongue, working the bud with fervor. Moans and whimpers started to come from her mouth. She lifted a hand to muffle them. Bucky growled. He drew deeply on her nipple. She arched and sobbed.
Bucky lifted up his head and glowered.
“Take your hand off your mouth, doll. I wanna hear you.”
She kept it there, nervous about what sounds might come out of her mouth if she did as he asked.
“Take it off or I’ll stop.”
The threat frightened her enough that she dropped her hand.
His hands cupped her breasts, burying his face between them. He kissed over to the untended breast. She whimpered before he’d even latched on. This time she knew what was coming. He gave a chuckle.
“S’okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
“I need you inside of me, Bucky.”
“Oh, I will be. Once I’m finished enjoying my snack. And then the other snack I intend to have.”
He drew her nipple, bringing his hand up to knead her flesh as he sucked. What he’d promised - to nurse from her - became reality. As if he could extract liquid from the ducts that didn’t have the right hormones to trigger such a response, he pulled at her straining nipple. Her body twisted in his grasp. He growled again, vibrating against her. With a pop, he let her go and nuzzled her breast, his stubble scraping pleasurably over sensitive skin.
“How’s that, baby? Are you sensitive for me?”
“What do you think?!”
“I can smell you. You’re dripping, yeah?” Bucky was smirking up at her. He already knew.
“I need you. Fuck me, please.”
“You ask so nicely,” he praised. “But you know the one thing the Winter Soldier never got? He never got to eat you. I think he’s pissed off about that. Bastard shouldn’t have wasted his time spanking you when he could have devoured your sweet pussy.”
The sparkle that she loved to see in his eyes was stronger. Not a flash of happiness, but a glow of passion.
Her head dropped back and she stared up at the ceiling in shock. His patience was astonishing. The skill he’d already shown made the promise he’d just made her all the more nerve wracking. From what he’d said, this was probably in the domain of what he’d done in the 40’s. She was going to die from pleasurable torture.
Bucky chuckled at her reaction. His hands, one warm and rough, the other cold and smooth, held onto her hips. She was barely aware of the subtle grinding of her body that he hindered with gentle pressure. He kissed along her rib cage, towards her midline, then down to her belly button. His tongue swirled, dipping into it, then tracing farther down. He undid her belt, flipping open the clasp with patient fingers. Rather than ripping away clothing, shoving it out of the way like his alter ego had, he was slow. He slid the belt out of its loops and undid her zipper, parting the teeth one by one. When he peeled down her jeans she wiggled to aid his action.
Bucky tossed her jeans aside and spread her legs. He wrapped his cool metal arm around her thigh, holding her as he pressed his face to her clothed core.
“Yeah, that’s what I like to feel. You’re hot. The scent is intoxicating for me, doll. It’s muskier now, not as sweet. Is it because you’ve had to wait so long? Just this smell gets me rock hard.”
“Ah, that too. Those pretty little sounds go straight to my cock.”
Her hands went to her hips, pushing off the last of her clothing. To her surprise he allowed it and helped her take them down her legs and tossed them on the floor, on top of her jeans. He laid down, pressing his lips to the top of her mound.
“Pretty,” he murmured.
Brushing his fingertips of his flesh hand through her folds, he collected her wetness and lifted it to his lips.
She watched in fascination as he leaned onto his elbow and looked directly at her as he sampled her juices. Bucky moaned, his pupils widening. The mask of control slipped for a second. Lust painted his features. She rocked her hips forward, widening her legs and offering himself to him.
“Bucky, I need your mouth.”
He groaned and sank down, lapping up her slit, delving between them to her clit. Pleasure hit her so hard she couldn’t even think to restrain the scream that burst from her throat. He toyed with her bundle of nerves, rubbing the tip of his tongue over it and then straying to curl around it. The teasing was just beginning, she discovered. Bucky was keeping her on edge. He built arousal until her thighs trembled. Tears clogged her throat as frustration turned to agony.
He hummed, lips vibrating against her clit.
She jerked and struggled. Her mind was blank to anything except the need for more. He had to help her because the orgasm that was building inside of her was terrifying. She could feel the edge of intensity as it gathered. Her trembling thighs began to shake in earnest.
“Please, please, more...I can’t... I have to...oh!!”
He latched onto her clit and closed his lips tight around it to suck with purpose. She screamed again. Her hips rolled helplessly into his mouth. Sounds peeled from her lips, helpless, undeniable. Control was a thing of the past. All that mattered was that he would satiate the hunger he’d set loose.
“Please make me come, I need to...I need…”
“I know what you need.”
His voice. Oh, the sound he made with that deep baritone. She shuddered.
“Please, Bucky, your fingers.”
She was clenching around nothing and the ache in her pussy was torture. This was beyond pleasure she’d ever felt, the pinnacle higher than she’d been before. It was exhilarating and frightening and she was defenseless from it. All she could do was shiver under the sensations of his tongue as he doled out licks from his tongue, as he caressed her with his lips, and scraped his teeth, and then sucked until she keened.
Finally, the broad tip of his finger breached her entrance. Her slickness invited him in and the quivering inner muscles drew him deep. He wiggled the finger, curling into the spot he’d already known would make her shout. She threw her head back and tossed herself up, back bowing off the couch. He burrowed a second finger and set a rhythm, brushing her spot and suckling her clit.
Her moan followed a vigorous jerk of his fingers. She gasped, the breath leaving her body at the jolt of ecstasy that ripped through her.
“That’s it, doll. Milk my fingers like that with your sweet cunt. Give me your cream.”
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
“You like my fingers. Like ‘em just like this, deep inside of you. Rubbing your spot so you can’t help but shake and cry and scream my name.”
Her muscles clenched, harder than they ever had before. She surged against him. The unyielding grip of his metal arm around her leg kept her pinned. A scream ripped from her throat, raw and desperate. He drew on her clit and worked his fingers harder. Bucky turned his full force on her. He took command of her sensitive inner area and with rough pulls, tender circling caresses, urgent strokes of his fingers. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
The thin thread of control she’d held onto snapped. Her back bowed and her hips jerked against his hand. Her mind blanked. She opened her mouth on a cry, no sound coming forth. A shudder worked its way through her entire body, rolling up her spine, shaking through her legs, curling her toes.
“That’s my girl,” Bucky crooned. “Come for me. Keep going.”
She couldn’t stop. Once the thread snapped she was in the grip of a violent climax that ripped through her. Fire surged in her belly, through her veins, shooting up her spine and down her legs. Muscle quivered. Her channel milked at his fingers just like he'd ordered. Riding out your orgasm, people said. No, this orgasm was riding her.
He kept going even as she fell to pieces.
His praises rang in her ears, but her mind was so overwhelmed as it tried to process wave after wave of pleasure, she couldn’t hear. The blood rushing through her head didn’t help. She caught his tone and nothing more. When the powerful climax tapered off to shivers, she went limp. Her face was wet with tears and her lips were trembling with silent sobs.
Bucky’s fingers were still inside of her. He moved close, taking his metal arm from around her leg and releasing his harsh grip that had held her down as she’d thrashed.
His lips touched hers, light as a feather. With quaking arms she reached for him, grasping his shoulders.
“How’re you doing, doll?”
Vocabulary was hard when her brain was so short circuited. But her murmured sound was filled with contentment.
“That looked spectacular, sweetheart.”
His vibranium limb slid under her back as he drew her into an embrace. She wrapped both arms around his neck and burrowed into his neck. Her breath was ragged and she licked her lips, finding them dry. Bucky lifted her torso, taking her into a sitting position. His flesh fingers were still inside of her body. He held her upright with his metal arm. Without it, her slack body would have crumpled. Soft lips pressed to her forehead, then her temple, and brushed over the shell of her ear.
“You look so good when you come on my fingers. But I need more, doll. You squirted for the soldier and I want that too. Deep breath, honey. Take a deep breath and I’m gonna fuck these fingers into you hard and I’m not gonna stop. Two times for him.”
She groaned at his words. The meaning was plain - she’d squirted twice for the Winter Soldier. He wanted her to do the same now. She didn’t know if she could. And she was a little afraid he’d force it out of her, overwhelming her senses and breaking her mind past the hope of repair.
He kissed her neck, his voice calm and filled with tenderness.
Without taking his fingers out of her pussy, he moved her to sit on the edge of the couch. He settled beside her, positioning himself with one leg behind her and the other braced on the ground. The leg behind her back bent, his knee pressing into the small of her back, holding her on the edge of her seat. His metal arm was still snug around her waist.
“Spread as wide as you can for me, baby.”
She did as he bade, pushing her legs apart.
He worked his fingers, swirling upwards over the spot. Her head fell back. Bucky leaned in, his thigh shifting as he did, and then the soft press of his shirt, the heat of a muscular chest was against her back. Her head was cradled by his shoulder. Cool metal pressed to the blazing skin of the underside of her breasts. Pleasure burst from that as well, just as he brushed up to her g-spot. Her head tossed on his shoulder, her back bowing.
He was being slow and tender again, careful with her over sensitive body that hadn’t quite stopped quivering.
“Doin’ so good, doll. Give me what I need.”
A moan wretched from her as he kept the circular movements going. He’d slide over her spot and then move off it, higher than she needed, then sink back down to tease for a moment and go too low. Up again, over the spot. Off it so she could catch a breath and then back down until he was too low. His pace was deliberate. The movements of his fingers were firm and steady even though her clenching muscles should have hindered his rhythm. Each time he touched the spot she whimpered. There was no doubt he knew exactly where it was.
She hissed his name as he took away the pressure a split second before her release.
“My good girl. Don’t let it come easy. I want you to soak my hand. You gotta hold back as long as you can, so it’ll be strong.”
His lips nuzzled up her neck, then pressed to her cheek. Fingers touched the spot and she jerked. His arm tightened, staying her from the helpless movement.
“No. Steady now. Breathe through it, don’t come.”
“I need it, please, please.”
“Do you want to squirt on my fingers? Do you want to soak my hand, doll?”
He picked up the pace with each word, grinding his palm up into her clit and forcing his fingers against the spot. She clamped down around his digits and moaned. When he moved harder, she squirmed. But as she should have known - there was no escaping him.
“There you go, that’s it. Let it loose. Give it to me, show me how sopping wet that pussy gets for your man.”
The orgasm washed over her. She shuddered, gasped, then started to pant as it threw her into the air. Her head dropped to his shoulder and her hands curled into fists. His metal arm seized on her waist to control the involuntary movements that took control of her body as the climax began. The fingers curled harder into the sweet spot and she snapped her hips away the erotic torment.
“There she goes,” he whispered.
As the climax drove her to scream, the release he’d demanded of her came. She felt the flood of wetness and knew it for what it was. Her release was like an orgasm within an orgasm. Pleasure exploded, like a solar flare bursting from the surface of the sun. Her eyes rolled back.
His arm held her in place as he continued rubbing her. Sloppy sounds of her pussy being ravaged by his long fingers reached her ears. The sound made her cry out.
Her orgasm left her wrung out, drooping against his chest.
He curled his leg around her hips, then his arm yanked her tight to his chest. The lax muscles of her body couldn’t react. Her dazed mind was still wrapped in the orgasm. Bucky drove his fingers harder than before, rutting at the spot with vicious strength. If there had been air in her lungs to make a sound, she’d have screamed. But her lungs were empty from the gasp she’d given at his first touch to the overstimulated area. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as he ravaged the third orgasm out of her with determined fervor.
“Two times, doll. Be a good girl and give it to me again.”
Falling apart was her first and second climaxes. This was a blow that sent her fragmenting. The violence of her body’s reaction was unfathomable. Breath was sucked back into her lungs and then she screamed. But it kept coming. The orgasm battered through her. Inner thigh muscles burned with exertion and her belly clenched. It felt like her womb was seizing right along with her pussy. He wasn’t stopping. The burning turned to an inferno and she couldn’t stand it a second longer. She tried to throw herself out of his arms but he laughed. The vibranium arm was ready for the desperate move.
“Squirt, doll. Need to make it even. He’s not gonna get more from you than me.”
Like it had been waiting for his words, the wetness poured out. Her hips jerked up and he allowed the movement, using it so that he could get a better angle. A raw scream spilled from her, the tone so deep on her vocal cords that her throat ached. The solar flare exploded. She broke down, tears streaming, wailing from pleasure so intense it was nearly painful.
Bucky uncurled his fingers, straightening them out. He swirled one slow, tender circle around the outer edge of the spot as if giving it a goodbye kiss, before he pulled out his dripping fingers.
“Oh, doll. Look at the mess you made for me. Didn’t know you could come like this, huh? Now it’s how you’re gonna come all the fucking time.”
Shudders kept coming. The aftermath felt like a haze. Her mind was stupefied, spinning with sensation and emotion. Bucky pressed his fingers into her mouth and she sucked them, moaning, still in a trace of pleasure. He rubbed her side and down over the curve of her hip.
“That’s it, baby girl. Clean up my fingers. You taste so good. I can’t be greedy, keeping it all for me.”
When his fingers were clean he lifted her up, cradling her body in his lap. Glazed eyes, damp from tears made him smile. Bucky cupped her chin and studied the expression, committing it to memory. His thumb petted the swollen lower lip. She moaned when he grazed his lips over hers.
“Fucked out, doll?”
Her eyelashes fluttered, closing, then opening, as exhaustion pulled at her. Bucky raised the crook of his arm to support her neck as it lolled, unable to keep upright. He leaned back into the corner of the couch, drawing her close. Shivers started as the pleasure faded to embers and physical reactions set in. He guided her to his chest as tears began again, this time tears of fatigue and shock.
“It’s alright. I know, putting you through them back to back like that just wrecks you, don’t it? Let me hold you.”
His hands kneaded the muscles in her shoulders, fingers digging in to push at tendons, easing her tension. She sobbed into his chest and he drew her tighter, feeling the shivers. Goose pimples raised along her arm and he took a throw blanket tossed over the corner of the couch to wrap it around her. Bucky kissed her cheek, temple, and stroked a soothing hand through her hair until she eased.
“I love you,” he said into her ear, voice soft with emotion.
The last of the tears left her spent. With eyes fluttering closed, she mumbled the words back.
Bucky smiled, even as his body raged with need. Her response was so gargled with exhaustion the words slurred together. But he’d understood. She loved him.
The Winter Soldier may have made the match between them, pushed them past friendship into more. He’d shown her pleasure first. But Bucky was content now, holding his girl’s sleeping form. He tucked her hair back from her face and then curled his arm under her knees. The door to the bedroom stood open and he rose with her cradled in his arms.
Once she’d slept off the shock, he would have her. He’d sink inside that warm, wet heat and she’d be so soft for him that his girth wouldn’t even phase her. Bucky laid her on the bed and settled in beside her, tucking himself around her smaller form. The Soldier was no match for the man. Not when it came to pleasing the woman he loved.
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happy father’s day to my daddy, my your dick be sucked & you balls massaged💞
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Looks Deceive Masterlist
Disclaimer - I don’t own any of the Avengers. There will definitely be some triggers so please read with caution MINORS DNI. This will be more dark than I anticipated but the longer I thought about the plot, the more the ideas came. It will be angst, fluffy, eventually smutty (like smutty smutty). This will be post-end game but where the Avengers had got to Thanos before the snap and Bucky is part of the Avengers and pretty much everything was good.
Pairing - Eventual Sam x Reader
Summary - Y/N will kill anyone that gets in her way, or just pisses her off. She’s proven it over and over again. But what if it’s just what her bosses want everyone to think? Even her.
Warnings - Eventual Smut (18+), depression, torture, rape, the Avengers being dicks for a bit understandably so
Part 1; The Meeting (6.20) - The Avengers have their first run in with Y/N as a team.
Part 2; The Aftermath for Y/N (6.27) - There are consequences for not getting the job done.
Part 3; The Aftermath for the Avengers (7.4) - Stories are shared about the run-ins with Y/N from each Avenger. Minus one.
Part 4; Not Alone (7.11) - Y/N surprised the Avengers, but one.
Part 5; Before (7.18) - Part of Y/N’s past is revealed.
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ Say it back.
“I love you too, Steve,” you say, the words easily spilling from your lips.
He smiles, leans in, and kisses you. It is tender and deep and filled with so much emotion you can taste it. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting the leaf go so that it flutters to the ground at your feet and you melt into him. It’s true, you do love him. You’ve loved him for a while and just did not realize that that was the emotion you’d been feeling until you’d heard it said to you. His lips softly caress yours and he pulls back slowly. You chase his lips and he caresses your cheek with his thumb.
He just looks at you for a moment and smiles. “Come on,” he says, putting his arm around your shoulders.
There isn’t much left of the day but what there is, you fit as much into as you can. Your walk is followed by a drive into the town for dinner at a wine bar. You then take a walk through the town, eventually stumbling on a cafe that sells mulled wine and hot apple cider donuts.
When you return to the inn, your nose and fingers are chilled while your insides feel like a lump of hot coal has been dropped into you. You also feel drunk on love. Steve closes the door behind you and you both take off your coats and gloves.
“Today was good, don’t you think?” Steve asks as he hangs up his coat.
“It was so nice. I don’t think we’ve ever really spent so much time together in one go before,” you agree.
He smiles and approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. “Bed?” He asks.
“Mmm… bed,” you agree.
He leads you to the bedroom and when you reach the foot of the bed, he lifts your sweater over your head. You giggle as your head gets stuck in the head hole and by the time it’s off, you’re both laughing. “That was not as sexy as I had hoped it would be,” Steve says, blushing a little.
“Take two,” you tease and pull off your shirt in one clean go.
He takes a moment to look you over, even though you’re still in your bra, pants, and boots. His gaze is both hungry and loving and feels good to be the recipient of it. You both start to undress quickly. He’s naked before you and comes to help you get your pants off. As you step out of them, you look him over too. He’s perfect. Perfect in a way only science can manage. From his unblemished skin to his perfectly defined muscles to his large uncut cock.
It would be intimidating, except that he’s on his knees in front of you looking at you like you hung the very stars. Whatever you’re seeing in him, is reflected right back at you in his gaze.
His hands slide up your thighs and he kisses your stomach and hips. You look down at him and run your fingers through his blond hair. He hums and stands, lifting you easily and laying you back on the bed. You wrap your legs around him and draw him in close, relishing the weight and press of his body against yours. His skin is hot like a furnace, keeping you warm under him.
He grinds down on you, his cock hardening as it moves against your cunt. The two of you kiss deeply and passionately, your lips going numb and your head becoming soft and floaty. Your body buzzes and your cunt begins to drip for him.
You nudge him over, so you can be on top. He complies quickly and you begin to kiss down his perfect form. You trail your tongue down his Adonis’ belt and suck at the crease of his thigh. He groans and pushes up against you, as his cock jumps and leaks in anticipation.
You lick up his shaft, flicking your tongue over his foreskin and collecting up the bead of precome. As you do you slowly pump his cock, moving the foreskin up and down over the head. He cradles your cheek and you drop your head down. He is large and you need to open wide to take him. It’s not far down before he hits the back of your throat and you straighten your neck and relax your muscles, slowly easing him deeper down. He moans. It’s a deep rumble of a sound and it seems to run straight through you to your cunt.
Slowly you bob your head, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as you do. Each movement is rewarded with a soft moan or gasp. When you start tugging on his balls and massaging his perineum those sounds become a little louder and salty precome drips onto your tongue.
Steve’s muscles flex as he watches you and he begins to gently roll his hips. It’s almost as if he’s holding himself back from truly just fucking your throat.
You hum and pull off and bite your bottom lip. He smirks at you. “Your turn,” he says and quickly flips you onto your back.
He immediately ducks between your legs and starts sucking on your fold, his tongue greedily exploring your pussy, like he’s trying to taste every part of it. You hum and close your eyes, pushing up against him, as the buzz in your body intensifies and spreads through you. As he begins to focus more on your clit, that buzz builds and begins to press down inside you. You grip the sheets and moan loudly, bucking your hips under him as you begin to lose control.
He hums and holds you down, focusing on the exact spots that get him the reaction he is looking for. Soon your legs are trembling and your toes are curling. You arch your back and cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, every muscle clenching at once.
“Oh god!” You moan as it shudders through you. Steve hums and sits up, wiping his mouth. He grabs his bag and pulls out a box of condoms, and you giggle as you watch him first struggle to get the plastic wrapper off the box, and then to tear the packet open.
Brute strength wins out in both cases and he rolls the rubber down his shaft. “You did it,” you teased as you lay back on the bed.
He chuckles. “You are such a bully.”
“Mm… and you hate bullies don’t you?” you joke as he crawls up over you.
“There might be one exception,” he teases and brings his lips to yours. As the two of you kiss, he eases himself inside you. His cock stretches you, creating a burn at your entrance. You moaned into his lips but he takes his time and lets you adjust. When you relax, he begins to thrust.
It was more than just sex. It was intimacy and connection. The two of you joining to share this thing as two people in love. You move together, rolling your hips as he thrusts deep into you. He breaks the kiss and looks down into your eyes, watching you intensely as he makes love to you.
“You feel so good,” he breathes.
“Mm… so do you, Steve,” you hum and arch your back, lifting your knees so he can penetrate you deeper. He leans down and pulls your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. It sends a wave from your breasts and meets in your core, swirling together and building. You begin to pant and slip your hand between the two of you, rubbing your clit. It is just the little extra you need to get you there. Your body shudders and your cunt clenches around Steve’s shaft and with a moan, you come, arching your back off the mattress.
Steve groans and his hips begin to stutter as your cunt spasms and flutters around his cock. He buries his face in your neck and with a deep groan he comes.
You push your hands into his hair and massage his scalp. “That was definitely worth the wait,” you hum.
He chuckles and rolls off you. “I thought I was the corny one,” he teases as he tosses away the used condom.
“We can share the roll,” you tease back. “That’s what a relationship is all about.”
He smiles and lies down, pulling you down into his arms. “I do like the sound of that.”
The weekend away was a huge turning point in your and Steve’s relationship. The make-or-break test of going away together had definitely been ‘make’. He was still busy with the Avengers and there were times it meant canceling plans at the very last second. On one notable night out, the plans got canceled mid-date. But the two of you were becoming more of a cohesive unit. A team. You knew when he’d need you the most and you’d be ready and available for him. Likewise, on your low days, he seemed to have a sixth sense and he’d call you up and invite himself around. Soon you were spending so much time at the Avengers Tower that the security staff all knew your name.
Within a year you hadn’t officially moved in with each other, but you were at the Tower so much that if you did give up your lease, you weren’t sure Steve would even notice.
It wasn’t perfect, and things weren’t always smooth sailing, but it was good and it worked for the two of you.
Even with as comfortable you had both gotten integrating yourselves into each other’s lives, Steve liked to date. He was a romantic at heart and when there could be time to make romance he would. Walks through the park were regular, as were dinner and dancing, he liked to see musicals, and most of all he loved to share his city with you.
On the day he invites you to take a walk across the Brooklyn bridge he’s a little nervous. He keeps checking his pocket and looking around like something is about to happen.
“Are you expecting an attack, or to get called away?” You ask as two of you stroll over the Brooklyn Bridge together. It’s very busy and once in a while, people look at him with that gaze that tells you they recognize him, but they just can’t quite place where they know him from.
“No,” he chuckles. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little nervous.”
You look at him with your brow furrowed and it slowly dawns on you why he’s so nervous and why he wants to take a walk on the Brooklyn Bridge. You drop your jaw and your eyes go wide. “Oh my god!”
“Hey!” He yelps. “You have to let me do it first.”
“Okay,” you say, though you're trembling slightly. He pulls you out of the flow of walkers and closer to the railing and drops to his knee. Tears are already pricking your eyes even before he starts to talk.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know what made you approach me at that party, but I’ve been so thankful you did ever since,” he said. “You get me in a way so few people ever have. I love you for your kindness and patience, and how you don’t take any shit. I don’t want to live my life without you in it.” He opens a box, with a beautiful diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
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Break My Back, Not My Heart(Pt1)
Loki x Reader
Warnings: Daddy Kink, Nicknames(pet, good girl, etc.), Smut, angst, choking kink, Lies (From the God of Lies himself) and a slight Cliffhanger.
A/n: Okay in case you don't know Sigyn is Loki's wife in Norse Mythology. I may follow this up with a part two later on. Once again I apologize for this.
Summary: You and Loki are engaged, your alone for a night in the Tower together, what was meant to be a sweaty, romantic night, takes a sharp turn in the wring Direction.
Word Count: 1.3k
(I love his face!!!!)
"And I care why? No. I said have it done."
"I don't care. I hired you for this reason."
"I am two weeks away from my wedding. You had the list of things to do. As my official planner you should get it done and if not. No pay."
"Alright, thank you so much Adrienne!"
You sit at your work desk typing a frenzy when you feel the cold stare of someone from the doorway.
"I don't have muck time Loke if your coming to say hi might wanna hurry up."
"Excuse me Miss but where is this attitude coming from. I don't like it." Loki stalks to you pressing his large hands onto your shoulders starting to work out the tension.
"Well I am sorry Your highness, I have a wedding to pull off. OUR wedding. So I'm a little stressed okay?"
" I just came to tell you I'm cooking tonight. So we aren't going out. We also have the tower to ourself so, nobody is here to bother us." He added obviously flirting but you were too caught up in choosing wither Pansys or Petunias would be a better choice you didn't even retain what he was saying.
"Y/n L/n, are you even listening to me."
"Oh course dear, sounds good" you reply mechanically.
Loki swivels your chair and grips your throat not too tight but enough to catch your attention.
"I guess I'll just have to fuck the attitude out of you then. See how much of a brat you are after I make you my little cum slut." He growls into your ear.
"Loki, baby. I'm sorry" you weren't scared but you also wanted to walk in the morning.
" Can I please just finish up. We can finish this" you run your hand down his fit, black button up covered, torso. "After dinner"
He sighed and muttered somethings out you trying to take charge. And he's in control, but you control him.
You love being his pet. Live for him to take care of you, fuck you senseless, but you also are your own person, your independent, it's what he first found so appealing about you. He always respects your boundaries.
An hour passes and your phone buzzes on the table beside your laptop
You lift it to ready the text
*Future Husband*- Dinner is finished. Hope your hungry....;)
You smirk at the cheeky message and shut your laptop, you finally made the last of the pre wedding day arrangements, time to spoil, more like get spoiled, by your man. Your God.
You step into the dining room, no Loki or food. You go into the kitchen and you spot the food, but you also spot Loki, stark naked, pouring wine.
"Hey my Queen, I made your favorite, Tika Masala and rice. And I brought dessert." He winked. Your face flushes and quickly you feel less hungry for dinner and more so for dessert.
"Lo-" he cuts you off.
"Sit. Now. Eat, and drink your whole cup of water. Or you may just have to sleep without dessert, understood pet?"
"Yes sir" you shake your head.
He brings your your plate and you go to sit at the table, before you do, you feel a tingle sensation around you and look down to find Loki has dissipated your clothing. So your both in the kitchen, at Stark tower, naked.
You whine a little to complain, but are met with reprimanding tsks.
"You should watch it and be My good girl."
Then you sit down and eat. Rather quickly.
"Y/n drink your water." Loki states.
"But I'm full and I can't." You whine.
"If your full then You don't need me to fill you up. So I guess we can go to bed after this and just sleep."
You whine as he smirks at you. You down the rest of the water.
"Daddy can You carry me to our room. I want you there tonight. Please" as much as it thrills you to have Sex on every surface in the tower, you just want the intimacy of your shared bed.
"Yes my love, if that will make you more comfortable."
You stand and walk to him he stands and lifts you effortlessly.
When you make it to your room it's like both of you just become primal. Your instincts and urges to be one take over.
Loki kisses you rough and deep hiking you together souls intertwining he moves his mouth down to your breasts being careful and deliberate. He then moves his long fingers down your body, he loved every inch of you, every roll, scar, stretch mark, every freckle, and everything you once saw as a flaw, he just sees you.
One night he spent 3 hours kissing you and telling you how beautiful you are to him. It took years for him to let his walls down for you, but every hour you spent crying or screaming because he wasn't open with you, was worth only a few moments of his tender love, his soft side, your Loki, the man, the God you were going to spend the rest of your life with.
But gentle was the last thing on either of your mins when he ran his hard cock through your wet folds before thrusting into you bottoming out. You scream out in pleasure, the feeling of his vainy girth moving in and out of you was too much to bear.
When you arch your back, he slams his hand down on your hip holding you down into the bed.
suddenly with no warning he lifted both your legs over your shoulder reaching not just your g spot, but every possible sensitive place.
"Oh Gods, Loki, so good." You yell out.
"Thats right baby, only for you, all for you." He grunts
Your both inching closer to your climax, you feel that coil tighten in your belly, right as you feel yourself clenching around his Godly cock, Loki yells out too.
"Sigyn, yes come for me." You stop moving. All arousal vanishes.
"What?!" you yell trying to push the man off you
"Who the FUCK is Sigyn?!" "Who is she Loki."
"What are you talking about, fuck, whats your problem?"
"You yelled another womans name Loki." You try not to, but tears start falling from your eyes.
"Pull out of me please, I cant. Just please."
"Darling, Sigyn is not a person, It is an Asgardian term, meaning Victorious partner. It is a complement, please calm down."
"Oh" You breathe out. "Im sorry, Im just so stressed I-" You dont finish your sentence because he cuts you off.
"Its okay. I understand.Do you wish to finish or do you want to rest?" he asked still in you, stroking your hair.
"Lets rest." You say still shaken up from the thought of him with someone else.
"Okay" He says pulling out and wrapping your body in his own.
You don't sleep much that night. And when you research "sigyn" the next day, you don't sleep for months.
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Taking requests for Peter parker x reader, Wanda maximoff x reader, Natasha romanoff x reader, bucky barnes's x reader, and Loki x reader I'm comfortable writing any type like fluff or angst and more.
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| dark!loki x reader | angst | smut |
anon requested. Loki’s dramatic ass returning to Midgard to pull some shit again and Thor coming to Midgard with Loki’s spouse in hopes that they can put an end to his shenanigans before he starts hurting everyone
a/n: I’ve been getting asks for more badass y/n…
cw: slapping, angst, edging, orgasm denial, domme!reader, degradation
He was gone.
You felt like you were back in 2012, watching Loki descend to Midgard in hopes of returning as the king of another realm.
After Thor was crowned king of Asgard, Loki starved for rule. In his mind, he was entitled to a throne, royal by blood and the rightful king of somewhere. After failing to acquire Asgard’s throne, he’d decided that Midgard was the next best thing. And with Tony and Steve out of the way, he felt like he had a much better chance of capturing the human race.
You’d woken up alone in the palace in Asgard, Loki long gone. You searched for him, your gowns sweeping the golden floors of the halls, coming up with nothing. Your husband was nowhere to be found, and a sinking realization settled in your stomach.
You ran to your servants that guarded your suite, grabbing one by the wrist.
“Where is Loki? What happened to him?” you snapped, hoping your fears weren’t about to come true.
“Princess,” you corrected, your fear and anger creeping in the edge of your voice.
“Princess Laufeyson, your husband went to the rainbow bridge in the night. He intends to travel to another realm.”
“And you let him go!?” You shouted, shaking the guard.
“I am in no position to stop Loki.”
You let go of the man, knowing he was right. Any objection and Loki would have smote him on the spot.
You swallowed hard, turning on your heel and running for the throne room. You threw the door open, the guards moving into position to protect their king that was seated on the throne.
“Get out of my way!” You shouted, parting the sea of golden-armored men.
You ascended to the throne, your breath ragged in your chest, making your shoulders rise and fall erratically.
“Y/N?” Thor stood, his brow knitting together in concern. His large hands wrapped around your arms, seeing the emotion wash over your face.
“It’s Loki. He’s gone to Midgard, he’s desperate for a throne,” you rushed out, looking up to the god for help.
“We’ll go. We will go right now.”
You nodded, thanking him. You didn’t know where to start. You had never been to Midgard, and you weren’t present during Loki’s first attempt at tyrannical rule. Thor was your best bet to stopping Loki before it was too late, and you weren’t one to deny help when necessary.
“I’ll go, stay and rule in my absence,” Thor changed his mind.
“Absolutely not. Loki won’t go with you and you know it. Unless you want seven billion slaves, I’m coming with you,” you stood your ground to the god of thunder.
The tension could’ve been sliced with a knife, everyone in the throne room holding their breath.
“You’re right. Valkyrie,” Thor nodded at his right-hand, and she tipped her head in acknowledgement.
You changed into armor, gold protecting your body from harm. Iridescent black fabric flowed fluidly with your movements, making you look even more like the goddess you were. You crossed the rainbow bridge with Thor, daggers strapped to your forearms, your fingertips brushing against diamond-encrusted handles.
“Can you handle this? You haven’t seen him when...”
“Don’t doubt me. I’m strong. I can handle Loki,” you sharply cut off Thor’s concern, stepping into the bifrost.
You were surrounded by skyscrapers, their lights shining through thick fog. You could feel everything-- the dirty city and the panic running through its people.
“Where is he?” you asked, and Thor shook his head.
“I don’t know. Let’s try the capital.”
You were running, your feet slapping the damp pavement. You inhaled smoky air, noises of cabs flying past you, screaming in your ears. You could feel him. Loki’s magic and power surged through you like a second heartbeat. You could also feel the fear of his newfound subjects, making your nerves feel raw and your breath tight.
You rounded the corner, seeing Loki standing atop a flight of stairs, hundreds of trembling Midgardians on their knees before him.
“Loki!” You screamed.
The god’s head lifted, his gaze connecting with yours. His blue eyes were blown black, making him look even more dangerous. Thor followed you to Loki’s makeshift throne, horrified at the people kneeling before the malevolent god.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you hissed, glaring at your husband.
“You cannot speak to me-”
“I can do whatever I want. I am not your slave, not like these people.”
His eyes widened, and he stood up to his full height, towering over you. You didn’t back down, your body buzzing with anxiety and emotion.
“Stand down. I am ascending my throne. It is my birthright!”
“You have no right to this realm. Leave these people and come to Asgard!”
He raised his hands at you, and you drew the knives sheathed at your arms.
“You will not threaten me!” Your heart was racing in your chest, your blade pressed to the base of his throat, unprotected by armor.
“Don’t make me do this,” you breathed, staring into his eyes.
“You will submit to me, as will these pathetic Midgardians. I wanted for you to rule at my side, but if you are to stand in my way, I will bring you to your knees,” he snarled, grabbing your wrist.
You slid a metal circle into your palm, slapping Loki’s neck before he could react. A collar wrapped around his throat, his eyes widening in fury. His magic was useless with the TVA’s collar around his neck, and you held the key. He couldn’t fight against you, not with your power or your daggers pointed at him.
The trance on the people broke, and you felt the city exhale. Thor grabbed Loki, and the three of you headed for Asgard.
“Bring him to Valhalla,” you spoke to Thor, barely glancing at Loki. He tried to plead with you, manipulate you to remove the collar from his neck.
“No, no! Y/N you can’t just keep me in Valhalla—” Loki protested, dragged away while you stood on the rainbow bridge, the golden city laid out before you.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at your kingdom. The weight on your chest was crushing, seeing the god you loved succumbing to an evil, cruel whim. You’d heard of his past, but you believed in a brighter future. You’d been foolish, and ignored the signs of him building up to an insane entitlement.
The wind blew through your clothes, cold against your skin. You drew in a deep breath of the clean air, letting it fill your lungs.
You finally walked to the castle, the streets quiet in the night. Guards and servants bowed to you as you made your way to Valhalla.
Outside of the black doors, you excused the guards, making sure no one was around to hear you.
“Loki,” you spoke, your voice full of disappointment.
He raised his head, his bare chest heaving under the weight of his ragged breaths. He knelt naked on the floor, his wrists bound to the floor behind his back. The collar on his neck restricted his ability to escape, and he was helpless before you.
“Y/N,” he whined, his eyes clearly fearful.
“You need to be put in your place. You do not rule Asgard, or Midgard. Loki, you do not rule me.”
He sank into himself as you walked forward, stepping toward him as if he were your prey.
“You do not. I will not have you threaten me with submission like some human who has fallen for your charm. I am a goddess Loki, we are equals. Right now, you will submit to me.”
He nodded tightly, his breath strained as he struggled to breathe. You walked over, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look up at you. Gold shimmered around you, your clothing disappearing with the magic. Loki whined, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazed up at you.
“You’re not getting off. You will please me, then I will leave you needy here as long as I desire, until you’ve realized that you’re nothing more than a man with needs,” you hissed, your breath hot against his neck.
Loki was cut off by you slapping him, before gripping his hair and tugging his head up.
“You will not address me so intimately. Be silent.”
You stood over him, dragging his head between your legs. Loki didn’t need further instruction, and he was determined to please you, in hopes of getting out of the torture you planned for him.
His skilled mouth worked at your sex, his tongue sliding through your folds and teasing your clit before fucking inside of you. You leaned forward, one hand flat against the wall for balance, and one hand pulling roughly on his black hair. You kicked his knees apart, preventing himself from any stimulation on his painfully hard cock. The god moaned against you, sending vibrations buzzing through your body.
Your hips rolled forward, riding his mouth, and you pulled him tighter against you. He jerked at the chains around his wrists, longing to guide your hips as he ate you out. Electricity shot through your fingertips into his skin in warning, making Loki cry out in discomfort.
“Just fucking get me off,” you hissed, dragging your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake.
Your vision went dark, golden sparks pouring off of you as you came, your knees going weak. Your scream echoed off of the onyx halls of Valhalla, mixing with Loki’s choked cry as you yanked him off of you.
His head fell forward, his chest heaving as he inhaled deep breaths, his face glistening from your arousal. He looked beautiful, and weak all at once. Loki’s gaze was wounded, and he jerked against his restraints fruitlessly, a silent beg for you to give him back his magic and let him touch you.
“You’re going to stay here until every entitled desire is out of your system. If I can bring you to your knees and make you cry like a pathetic slut, you are in no shape to rule a realm.”
Loki screamed as the heavy doors slammed shut behind you, closing the god in the tombs of the Valkyrie, powerless, needy, and restrained.
“Do not let him out. Not until I come for him,” you ordered the guards, who nodded obediently.
You joined Thor on the throne, draped in gold and surrounded by your subjects, kneeling for you and praising their goddess.
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The Silver Shadow
Summary: You and Loki escape and grow closer. You reveal secrets about your past.
Word Count: 3,368
Warnings: Fluff, language, violence
Tags: @daisy116 @shadowolf993 @darkened-writer
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A/N: Again I’m so sorry. Twilight is getting to me. This chapter is super long (longest yet) and is basically 3k words of fluff so enjoy. Loki and Y/N are becoming friends and falling for each other! Also, you’ll never guess what Y/N is. JK, you probably do. This fic is full of 2013 avengers tower cliches.
Chapter 7: Just Tell Me What You Know
The moment was here. It was now or never. You and Loki gave each other a quick glance before green magic surged out of his hands, shattering the glass walls of the cells.
Alarms blared. The lights flashed. Chaos ensued.
“Loki, let’s split up! I’ll meet you in the alleyway” you yelled to him and ran out of the prison block. Soldiers came running, one by one, fully armed, to try and stop you. You hid behind a column on the side of the hallway. When the first one passed you, you hit him with a side hook and sent him tumbling to the ground. You grabbed his supply belt and his gun and shot him in the leg. You weren’t going to kill anyone today.
Loki had other plans. You could hear the sounds of blood splattering on the walls behind you. Soldiers with families screamed and begged for mercy. You tried to focus on your attackers and just let Loki fight his fight.
One by one, you got through the incoming soldiers, knocking them in the head and shooting them in arms or legs to disable them. You made your way to the stairwell.
“What’s happening?” Tony yelled at Steve. Some of the off-duty Avengers decided to have a game night. Tony was drunk and Clint had passed out on the sofa. Wanda and Nat were on a mission, leaving Steve as the only one sober enough to go to battle.
“Loki! Y/N! Shit!” Steve cursed, realizing who was causing the disturbance.
“Language!” Tony taunted.
“Now’s not the time, Stark.” he scolded, “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe just a little. JARVIS,” Tony hiccuped, “How bad is it?”
“Sir, Loki, and Y/N have broken out of containment and are almost to the ground floor.” the computer answered, “Although I recommend you sit this one out, sir, you are quite intoxicated.”
Ignoring JARVIS’ answer, Tony summoned his armor and attempted to fly. Instead, he lost control and nearly crashed into the window, dodging it at the last second to hit the wall and crumple down to the floor.
“Go on without me” he laughed at Steve and fell unconscious. Steve jumped into action, grabbing his shield and sprinting to the stairwell. He jumped down the middle and fell down to the bottom where you were attempting to escape.
You had fought your way to the stairwell and now had to climb up five flights of stairs to get to the ground floor. The only problem was that soldiers dressed in full battle gear were streaming down to meet you.
Instead of running up the stairs, you ran to the middle of the stairwell and shot the grappling hook you found up until it hit something and latched on. You began your ascent, shooting anyone that shot at you.
Once you felt that you were at street level, you jumped onto the stairs, latching your legs around the neck of an unfortunate soldier. You twisted around and slammed him to the ground. Not even looking back, you ran to the door. It was marked as the first floor. Though not the ground floor that would exit to street level, it would work.
You ran out into the hallway as fast as you could and sprinted to the nearest window. You ran into scientists in lab coats and professionals dressed in suits and ties but you kept on.
Come on Y/N, Come on… Just get out of here…
Then you saw it. A window. Without hesitation, you jumped through it, shattering the thick glass. You and the glass fell to the sidewalk. You rolled and paused for a moment.
Steve knew he was too late the moment he got to the scene. He walked over to the prison where you and Loki had been kept to examine what happened. Somehow, he could tell where you and Loki had split up. On one side, there were soldiers shot in their limbs, unconscious, but beginning to stir. On the other, blood-stained bodies lay dead. That was where Loki went, Steve was sure.
He pressed on his comlink to notify the soldiers that it was over. He sighed in disappointment.
How were they ever going to get you back?
Trash littered the dark alleyway. Rats scurried away from their midnight meal when they saw you walking down. You made it halfway down before you felt hot air tickle your neck.
“Hello, there darling” Loki’s soft voice whispered from behind.
You turned to face him. Somehow, he had changed his clothes from the ugly yellow prison jumpsuit. He was now wearing an emerald green silk button-up shirt, a black tie, pressed black trousers, and a large black leather overcoat. He wore expensive-looking heeled boots and gold jewelry hung off of his wrists and neck. You had to admit, he looked very nice. Too nice.
“Couldn't you have worn something less conspicuous?” you asked. This was New York City and you needed to blend in.
Loki flashed his pearl white teeth at you and smiled. “Would you rather me look homeless?”
“Then I don’t see the problem,” he smirked. “Are you jealous? I have to say, that yellow still doesn’t flatter you.”
“Not all of us have magic, Loki. Some of us are still human.”
“I suppose you're right. Here you go then” He sighed and flicked his wrist. Green shimmered up your body and you were suddenly wearing normal clothes. You were dressed in a long-sleeved green dress that matched his shirt and dripping in gold jewelry. Loki stood back aways to admire his work.
“There,” he said contently, “we match now.”
You wished that he had dressed you in something more appropriate for your lifestyle. Jeans, at the very least. Still, you were thankful for his fashion tastes. The two of you matched. The average passersby would hopefully assume that you were two socialites on their way to some fancy restaurant. How wrong they would be.
You eyed him up cautiously. Why was he helping you out? Wasn’t the deal that he healed you and you helped him escape. The two of you were free. He should be on his way to wherever he wanted to go. You should be alone again and hiding in a safe house somewhere outside of the city. Y/N Y/L/N worked alone and you were desperate to keep it that way. You hadn’t had a partner since Bucky and that had gone downhill quickly.
Even if you wanted a partner, you didn’t want it to be Loki. From stories, you knew he had betrayed almost everyone. Even his family. You couldn’t take that chance. You barely knew him. He was the one who got you in trouble in the first place.
But still, there was something about Loki that made you want to stay near him. In your time locked up next to him, you had gotten used to having a God near you. The thought of splitting up felt painful. And you hated it.
“Are you okay? Y/N?” Loki asked, interrupting your thoughts. You hoped he hadn’t heard the battle your mind was having over him.
“Can I ask you something?” you said.
“Sure. What is it?” he said curiously.
“Why are you still here?”
“Would you rather me not? I thought our agreement was you would break me out, and I would continue my services as your personal healer. Haven’t I proven myself useful?”
“You have. I just-” you paused.
“What is it?”
“Nevermind. Let's just find someplace to hide.”
He offered his arm to you. You stared him in the eye before accepting. You could have sworn he was looking at you differently. The way he guided you down the alley and onto the street… he was such a gentleman.
In your close proximity, you could smell his cologne. Even after all the time in a prison cell, he still smelled expensive. Hints of pine and leather were coming through to you under a layer of burnt sugar and sweet smoke. It was intoxicating, yet comforting. You suddenly had the urge to lay your head on his chest just to bathe in it.
As you got lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the glances Loki gave you.
Y/N. That’s all Loki could think about. The girl that had given him his freedom. The girl he had dressed in his colors and was now walking down fifth avenue. There was just something about you that drew him in and was now making it impossible to let go.
Loki had loved before. He was over a thousand years old, of course, he’d loved. But none of them ever lasted. It was like he was born with a curse; everyone he cared about would either hate him or end up dead. His entire life, he had lost love after love after love, to the point where he now found it fruitless. Why bother when it wouldn’t last. It was just going to break him further anyways.
But you. Oh, how Loki needed you. From the first time, he felt your presence he wanted to make you his queen. At first, he was just attracted to your power. Now, after meeting you in the flesh, his feelings had changed, dramatically.
Loki wanted to be with you and he was willing to do anything to stay. The only thing standing between him being with you forever was you. You were just so stubborn, Loki didn’t understand. It was almost as if you didn’t trust him and were just waiting for the moment you could wiggle out from under him. Who wouldn’t? He was used to it by now. He just wished it wasn’t you that felt that way. He wanted you to love him, to trust him. To be the yin to his yang. His queen.
He got so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed your secret glances at him.
The sun was just breaking through the horizon when you found an abandoned warehouse to hide in. Graffiti painted the steel walls and pigeon droppings littered the concrete around it. All of the windows were either broken or boarded up. The only entrance was the set of double doors that were padlocked shut.
Without hesitation, Loki walked over and grabbed half of the chain in each hand. With a brute grunt, he ripped the chain in half and threw the pieces to the side. He pushed open one of the doors and held it open for you to walk in.
Such a gentleman… Absolutely not…
The inside of the warehouse was no nicer than the outside. Broken glass, trash, and bird droppings coated the concrete floors. The graffiti snaked up as high as the average human could reach and the whole building stunk like mildew and urine. Disgusted from the sharp contrast in smell between Loki and the building, you squished up your nose. Loki did the same. The way he wrinkled his nose was adorable. Inside you smiled at him. As much as he tried to project a dark psychopathic killer, there was still something inside him that you loved.
“Let’s get you somewhere to rest. Midgardian.” The first half of the sentence sounded almost caring. It was as if he threw in the insult just to sound tough. Somehow you didn’t mind.
In the end, he found some sacks of what smelled like rotten potatoes and made them up into two beds. One for you, and one for him. As he worked, you searched for something to start a fire with. You found an old oil barrel which you dragged out to be in between the beds and tore some wood off of a broken structure. Loki lit it with his magic and for a while, you watched the green flames dance around.
Loki gazed intently into the fire and looked far off in thought.
“Loki,” you whispered softly to him, waking him from his trance.
“Yes, Y/N, what is it?” he responded, equally as gentle, though slightly annoyed. You wondered what he had been thinking about. What if it was you? Your heart fluttered at the very thought.
“I-I, I don’t think you meant it when you said you enjoyed killing.”
“You don’t.” he sounded confused, yet relieved. As if someone had finally broken through his ice wall and rescued him from himself.
“No.” you shook your head, “I think you just put on a scary face to hide. I don’t think you’re a monster. Not anymore.”
“You seem genuinely kind. To me at least. That means there’s some good in you.”
“What if you’re wrong.”
“I don’t care then. The Loki that is sitting across from me is not the Loki that attacked New York.”
He smiled. A log in the fire fell sending sparks flying into the air. Was that a sign that he felt the way that you did?
“Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there lived two young princes in a faraway kingdom.”
“Is this story about you?” you asked.
“Maybe. Let me continue” Loki hushed, “The oldest brother, blond and brawny, was destined to the throne. Thus, he received all his father’s, the king, attention. He grew into a strong warrior, the best that the kingdom had ever seen since his father before him. The second brother did not share his brother’s strength. On the battlefield, it seemed, he could be easily defeated.
“So the second brother was ignored by his father. Only his mother, the queen, seemed to care for him. She was a magic-user, a witch some would call her. She taught her youngest son all she knew about magic and the universe around her. However, the son was still limited in his abilities, he yearned for knowledge and was desperate for the truth. However, he discovered early on that no one else was willing to teach him. He found that the only way to earn anyone’s attention was to create mischief.”
“Is that where you got your title, God of Mischief?” you asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “Now will you stop interrupting me?”
“What if I have a question?”
“Save it for the end.”
“The young prince played tricks on anyone foolish enough to fall into his traps. Over time, he gained the reputation of being cruel and malevolent. No one in the entire kingdom trusted him anymore. The youth, treated with such bitterness and hostility, decided that there was nothing that he could do to change their minds so he might as well just follow their lead. He would never be king. He’d never be his brother. He’d never be a hero. What else was left?
“The young prince decided that he could be a witch. He could be a villain. He could be a trickster, a schemer, the self-serving God of Chaos, and prove everyone right. Prove them all right in what they had all thought, that he was rotten from the start. He would serve no man but himself, no heart but his own. That would be his choice. He could be the witch.
“Be the witch and know everything. So that is what he chose.”
The final words of Loki’s story sent shivers down your spine. You knew that he only told you that story so you might feel some fear towards him, but none came. Instead, you found empathy towards him.
All he had known his entire life was cruelty. Of course, he was going to turn out bad. But that didn’t mean he was. Right there, you made the decision to treat Loki with nothing but kindness and respect. He deserved it after all.
“I’m so sorry Loki. The world can be cruel.”
“Isn’t it? Anyways, I’ve grown past it. Nothing people say affects me any more.”
That was a lie. You could see it in his face. You remembered the silent pain in his face when you had called him a monster, unbeknownst to his past, and was suddenly filled with regret.
I guess it’s true then… You should never judge a book by its cover…
As cliche as it sounded, you knew in your heart that it was right. Loki wasn’t a psychopath or a cold-blooded sadist. Just a fallen prince with terrible coping mechanisms.
And then suddenly, to the surprise of both Loki and yourself, you began singing to him. It wasn’t anything special, just a lullaby that you remembered someone singing to you as a young child.
Y/N is singing to me Loki thought. His heart hammered in his chest. He fought his eyes from watering and body from trembling. The song you were singing was one his mother used to sing to him and Thor as children. Your voice, like hers, sounded like an angel's.
It wasn’t until the third verse that he joined in. He noticed the shock in your voice when his light sweet voice came in. You sang with him until the end, holding the last note a little longer than necessary.
“How do you know that song?” it seemed you asked each other at the same moment.
“I remember someone singing it to me when I was a kid,” you answered first.
“That’s what my mother used to sing to me and Thor. It’s an old Asgardian folk song, how do you know it?” Loki asked.
Asgardian folk song!? How? You had never been to Asgard in your life or met any Asgardian until Loki. Hell, you didn’t even know Asgard existed until a few years ago. No one did. It was impossible. Unless…
It was true, you didn’t know your parentage. But the very notion that you could be Asgardian was ridiculous. Wouldn’t you know that you were a God?
“Y/N, are you Asgardian?” Loki asked. Of course, he asked.
“No.” you answered quickly, “I mean, I don’t know.”
“How wouldn’t you know”
“I don’t know Loki.” your voice was full of sadness and shame. To not even know who you were…
“I think that a story might be fitting right about now” Loki urged.
“There’s not much to tell,” you admitted.
“Just tell me what you know.” he assured, “I’ll sing to you when you’re done.”
“Once upon a time,” you began. Then stopped, “do I have to do that, it seems silly.”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Loki reassured.
“Okay then,” you said and began your story, “ I don’t know who I am, where I came from, or why I do what I do. All I know is that I was left in the care of a Russian militant group in 1909. I murdered Rasputin for money and have had an endless supply of jobs since.
“I have killed two hundred and thirty-one men, women, and children for money in my one hundred and four years on Earth. I have no idea how the fuck I have stayed alive that long. Or how I’ve barely aged a day since 1920. Every single day, I wake up thinking that it is going to be my last one. That I’m going to be captured and killed today. I’ve never had a normal life. I will never have a normal life. I will die a murderer. Alone. And no one will care.
“There will be no one in the entire world that will mourn me. The United Nations will have my corpse burn and will dance on my ashes. My death will be an international holiday. A day for governments to celebrate the death of their nightmare. That is who I am. A nightmare. And I hate it.”
You didn’t realize you were crying or that Loki was sitting next to you hugging your shoulders until he spoke.
“I am so sorry,” he said to you with the utmost sincerity. “I promise, Y/N, that I will help you find out who you are. And I swear to you, Y/N I will mourn you. With all of my heart.”
Loki laid you down and stroked your Y/H/C locks as he sang to you. You drifted off listening to him sing, knowing in your heart, that he would protect you.
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i saw this idea on tiktok someone PLEASE write a heavy smut about this with loki (or tom idc);
"When he hands you a book and tells you 'you cant stop reading no matter what' as he goes down on you"
P L E A S E
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“Show me how much you really love it.”
Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, bondage, fingerings, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI
Drabble Summary: Natasha learns just how much you enjoy a little bondage
“Comfortable, sweetheart?” Natasha asked as she tightened the ropes holding your wrists together. You were kneeling on the bed, legs spread, wrists bound behind your back, practically on display.
You nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” Natasha let out a borderline dangerous laugh at your tone.
“You sound so innocent,” she sighed. “But that’s not the case, is it? No innocent little girl would be this worked up just from a little rope.”
Then, without any warning, Natasha ran a finger through your folds, collecting some of the wetness that was growing quickly, and brushed over your clit. Your gasp turned into a pleased moan.
“Hmm,” Natasha began, “You are really enjoying it.” She slowly began rubbing small circles on your clit.
You didn’t know what to do besides nod. You couldn’t register much other than the feeling of her fingers and that burning orgasm building. Yes, you loved this so much. You loved being at her mercy, unable to do anything but just take whatever she decides. It didn't have to be anything intricate, just being lazily spread out on display for her without freewill made your whole body hot. The entire situation was already too much as your eyes began fluttering shut.
Natasha wasn’t allowing that, though. She gave a hard yank on the rope binding you, forcing your eyes to open. She was kneeling over one of your thighs now, still keeping up the rhythm on your clit. She was looking down at you as she held your wrist’s rope tightly. The material was scratching and burning your skin, sending a whole new sensation to your core. Pain and pleasure.
“Keep your eyes open, baby,” she gritted. “I wanna see your eyes as you get off to the fact you’re under my control. You’re bound for me and you absolutely love it.”
Her hand suddenly switched its pace. She inserted two fingers in you, keeping her palm pressed hard on your clit. Between the rubbing and pumping… you were about to lose it.
“Yes, yes,” you cried out. “I love it so much. I love being at your mercy.” She picked up the pace, now hitting that spot that made you just gush. You let out a loud shriek.
“Yeah, you love it?” Natasha asked. You nodded weakly, staring into her lust-filled eyes. “Then cum for me. Show me how much you really love it.”
Next thing you know you were yelling nonsensical words as Natasha worked you through the orgasm filling your body. You squirmed at her touch but she held you in place, close to her and really at her mercy. You bucked your hips a few times then felt as the sensation began fizzling. Natasha gave a couple extra pumps of her fingers before pulling away, satisfied.
“You okay, honey?” She asked, watching you slowly try to recover.
You gave her a weak smile. “Yes,” you sighed, happily. “Thank you.”
“Anything for my baby,” Natasha smiled then placed a sweet kiss on your lips.
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Weekend Plans - 1
Summary: Not all weekends are meant to be reserved for comfort food, pjs and movie marathons.
Warnings: Strictly 18+, extreme smuttiness, stuff gets kinky.
Pairing: Thor x Reader
Square Filled: Size difference
A/N: Written for @avengersbingo. I’m not even going to apologise. Fasten your seat belts and enjoy!
Read Part 1 here.
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He had made you turn around in his lap to discuss the details of the plan brewing in your mind but also distract you so he could get down to business sooner.
“Do we need a safe word?”
Thor’s deep chuckle at your choice of words travelled straight to your core as his fingertips travelled down your spine, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“You’re very funny, my love.”
“That I am. You’re lucky you have me.”
“Indeed. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Such an honest confession from this fifteen-hundred-year-old God had your heart melt.
“No no we’re not getting mushy Thor, it’s supposed to be sensual.”
He agreed and sat up straight, the sudden compliance made you think if at all he’d ever be on board with one of your fantasies.
“Umm, I have a question. Do you like it when I take control?”
You felt self-conscious for a second before the eager spark in Thor’s eyes wiped it all away, excitement running through you as he nodded.
“I absolutely love it, my beautiful dove. Maybe we should try it more often.”
You pretended to think before pulling him in for a short kiss which turned into a lingering one as his hands drew your clothed core closer to his bulge, making his presence known.
“And what about lingerie? Yes, or no?”
“You look perfect in everything you wear.”
“As long as it’s not interfering.”
“Do you like it when I pull your hair, my love?”
“Ugh, yes. I love it!”
“Okay, what else?” You wondered, scratching your nails lightly against the back of his neck.
“This is bringing out a rather interesting side of you, my sweet.”
You winked as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Just discussing it all was enough to send your adrenaline into overdrive.
Gearing up for a marathon indeed.
The bedroom was fading away into nothingness as your languid kisses turned fervent. Lips moving in harmony, tasting and exploring one another, tracing a familiar path.
Clothes a tangled mess, you hummed against Thor’s mouth as he laid you against the plush cushioned couch. His considerably larger frame looming over you before he met your eyes, a heady mixture of desire and love swimming in his electric blues.
Your legs parted willingly to accommodate him, the sweatshirt you wore rolling up enough to let your core meet the tent in his pants. Thor sucked in a sharp breath as your hips rose up for more friction.
“I thought you wanted to take it slow.”
“Maybe I don’t now…this is slow enough.”
Your voice came out a needy whine, adding to Thor’s amusement as he swiped his thumbs over your covered nipples before placing open-mouthed kisses over the fabric until they hardened. He was moving south, hands replacing where his mouth was as the pliant flesh of your breasts moulded against his touches.
When your hips lifted off the couch a second time, he pushed them down firmly, eyes flashing a silent warning for you to obey.
You thought he’d discard the piece of clothing, instead he revealed your belly, bunching up the sweatshirt around your middle. His tongue teasing your belly button as he parted your legs wider, getting off the couch and kneeling before pulling you to the edge as it wasn’t large enough to accommodate his size.
Securing your legs over his shoulders, Thor turned his head to place a small kiss on your ankle as he continued the path towards your awaiting core. Your breathing picked up as he trailed a wet line of kisses, finally reaching your inner thigh where he nipped the skin lightly, emitting a whine from you.
"Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you, love."
And taking care of you he did.
Licking a thick strip up your slit with enough pressure to have your back arch off the back of the sofa with a gasp. Thor repeated the action a few times, keeping his eyes on every reaction of yours before his mouth closed on your bundle of nerves.
Pulling your folds apart, he exposed more of the sensitive flesh for him to feast on. Your hands found home in his shorter hair, pulling on the ends, guiding and encouraging his movements as desperate moans left your lips.
Moving over to tend to your entrance, Thor plunged his tongue inside all the while thumbing your clit, never leaving it unattended. He revelled in the way you tasted, like he always had, relishing you like his favourite meal and making sure to bring you utmost pleasure.
Sensing you were close as your hips thrust up against his face, he brought his hands up to fondle your breasts while circling his tongue around your clit once more, this time increasing the pace as you cried out loud.
Prying your legs open that threatened to clamp shut to make sure you rode out your orgasm he continued his relentless ministrations.
“Wow. I mean…wow.” You managed to mumble as your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage, tiny muscles in your thighs still twitching.
Thor emerged sporting your arousal all over his lips proudly, crawling over to share it with you as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. It was quickly replaced with an increased desire for your gorgeous man as his tongue battled with yours.
“I’m going for a shower.”
You stood up after him, confused as to why he’d leave with unfinished business that was currently poking at you through his shorts.
“I won’t be long. You stay put; I’m not done with you.”
A wink later he disappeared into your bedroom towards the attached bath, leaving you and your throbbing pussy waiting for more.
Guess you’d have to work some more on that patience he spoke about.
Fifteen minutes seemed hour-like as you tried but failed to obey your God of mind-blowing sex-skills and thunder. Lounging on the sofa had transferred onto your bed as you mindlessly went through your phone, trying to get your mind off of things but you needed more.
A collection of countless shirtless pictures of Thor served as a perfect means of spending your idle time, however it turned into something else rather quickly. Unconsciously, your hand travelled down your body to stroke yourself and try to relieve some of the ache left by the Asgardian till he returned. You were toying with your folds when the bathroom door flung open, it was as if he knew you were misbehaving.
“Were you touching yourself without my permission?”
Avoiding his gaze, you sat up against the headboard, waiting for him to say something trying to ignore the pounding of your heart and the desire that pooled in your belly. He let the low-hung towel fall away from his dripping wet physique.
“You want to try that again, little dove?”
Exuding all that was raw masculinity, Thor crawling over your tiny frame and flipped you over on your front. When you sat up to remove the sweatshirt, he made a disgruntled sound.
“I’m just helping you.”
“I’ll decide that, not you.”
You had to admit the sense of authority with which he spoke was hot, every now and then you enjoyed being put in your place. Pushing you down against the pillows, he brought your hands behind and held them together by the wrists with one while his other hand pulled your ass up for display.
"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."
With that, a sharp slap across your right butt cheek made you lurch forward with a gasp. To even things out, a strike across your left one was met with another cry as you bit your bottom lip, whimpering already.
“You don’t touch yourself without my permission, little dove. Do you understand?”
Another smack. This time to remind you how to properly address him when he was in control.
“Yes, my King.”
You knew it was the right answer when he smoothed your tingling skin gently.
“Part your legs for me.”
You obeyed immediately, wanting to please your lover. Thor’s thick fingers found your slit, dripping for him already as he smirked, relishing in the effect he had on you.
He palmed your cunt, spreading your juices around, slapping your butt once more when he found your hips pushing back in desperation.
“Please, my King.”
“Go on, tell me what you need, my dove.” His baritone sending shivers down your spine as you gulped and looked over your shoulder.
“I want your fingers in me.”
A chuckle that reverberated deep in his chest made your pussy clench onto nothing, that was until his fingers halted at your channel for a second before pushing in, two at once. With minimum resistance, Thor began massaging your walls with expertise, feeling you resist the urge to push back against them as you bit your bottom lip harder.
The more he impaled, he felt your legs start to twitch making him stop. There was no point in whining, you knew better than that by now, so you simply waited.
“What? No needy cries?”
“I want to be a good girl for my King.”
Your whispered admission made Thor’s cock jump, eager to be buried in your warmth. Taking pity, he plunged his fingers back in, this time increasing his speed and hitting all the right spots. Your legs starting to tremble as you felt the coil in your belly tighten.
"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking."
The response you mustered crossed between a ‘yes’ and a strangled moan as he brought you closer to climax. Just when you were ready to let go, he pulled out it his fingers again.
"I don't care how good it feels, you'd better not cum until I tell you to."
Flipping you back over, Thor picked you up in his arms and carried you until a cool surface of the nearby wall hit your flushed back.
Lining himself against your entrance, he pressed his forehead to yours and finally entered you in one swift move. Your walls clenched around his length instantly, craving release at this point as tears prickled in the corners of your eyes.
Pulling all the way out, Thor pushed back in, a deep grunt echoing in the otherwise silent room as he set a slow but brutal pace.
You held onto his broad shoulders and buried your face in his neck as he pushed you up against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your moan got lost into his shoulder, making him pull you back with your hair.
“I know you can be louder than that.”
He carried you back to bed, slipping out of your slick in the process before laying you down gently and entering you again. You shuddered and let your moans slip out uninhibited as he fucked you relentless at this point.
You felt your entire body was on fire, every muscle working towards bringing you to your orgasm as Thor ploughed in and out of your heat with abandon, the air filled with the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin.
“Cum for me, little dove.”
Your body quivered before your nails dug into his shoulders, your loud cry was followed by your walls fluttering deliciously around his mighty cock. Thor grunted against your hair as he felt you clamp down on him, triggering his own climax.
You felt a surge of warm buzz wash over you, almost electric as he emptied himself, thick ropes of cum painting your walls white as his hips faltered.
"I love the sounds you make when you come undone, my love."
A lazy smile formed on your face as you lay all limbs tangled and sweaty against the sheets, breaths steadying with every passing minute.
“Was this a part of your plan?”
Pulling your back against his chest, Thor wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple softly. Feeling his erection poke against your hip, you stared back at the man, impressed and only slightly shocked.
“Get some rest, my love. The weekend isn’t over yet.”
Happy weekend? 😈
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A little party never killed nobody
Pairing: Phil Coulson x reader
Synopsis: Reader is at one of Tonys parties, as is Agent Phil Coulson. He is bored and she is hot.
Warnings: Smut, 18+
Word count: 1k
You were standing in one corner of the party he in the other. Both of you a drink in hand and visibly uncomfortable with this much people around. Smiling awkwardly your eyes met and he started walking somewhere through the crowd. Looking over to where Rhodey was telling a group of blonde bimbos a story while feeling himself. You were so invested in looking around that you didn´t even notice Phil coming up right behind you, laying his hands on your hips. Startled you took a step back right into his arms, that now wrapped around your waist, hugging you tight you could feel a warm breath in your neck. When you finally heard someone whisper in your ear.
“You look ravishingly beautiful tonight, (Y/N).”, you recognized Coulsons voice in an instant. It made you weak in the knees.
“You don´t look too bad yourself either, Agent.”, you said while turning your head around so your lips were merely centimeters apart from his.
“I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”, he clearly had more than one drink.
“Then why don´t we get out of here?”
He didn´t need to hear more than that. Immediately after you finished talking he took you by the wrist taking you with him somewhere more private. You wouldn´t be missed too much anyway.
You only noticed where he took you when he closed the door behind your back. It was Tony’s office. Before you could say or think anything else he had already lifted you on top of the big bureau. His lips attached to your neck, kissing and sucking until he found your sweet spot. Coaxing a string of moans out of you, his big strong hands rubbed up and down your sides while yours snaked around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. Until you couldn´t take it any more pulling him away from your neck and sealing your lips with his in a passionate, needy kiss. Once you parted your lips were probably bruised, just like your neck. He didn´t give you too much time to think though as he pulled down the top of the sleeveless burgundy mini dress to reveal you were wearing nothing beneath. In an instant he kissed his way down to your right boob taking the nipple between his lips sucking and lightly biting down on it, while the other one was twirled in his fingers until he found them to be hard enough.
“Oh, Phil. Stop teasing please.”, you managed to get out between moans.
He was more than happy to hear that. Promptly he hiked up the lower part of your skirt too so you were wearing it as a belt and got down to his knees. Pulling your lace panties aside he didn´t hesitate long and licked up a long stripe along your wet cunt. You instinctively bucked your hips towards his mouth. Drawing a loud moan from both of you he latched his lips onto your clit licking and sucking on it, his middle finger exploring you from the inside. Never breaking eye contact it didn´t take him long until you were close to your orgasm. He sensed that and stopped in his tracks. He faced your whining with a small chuckle, starting to kiss you again until your breath calmed down again.
Only then he undid his pants to let his big member spring free, pre-cum already coating its tip. The sight made your mouth water, but you needed to cum soon and also needed him inside you desperately. Phil saw all that in your eyes so laid you down on the big desk, pinning your Hands over your head by the wrist and entered you with one swift motion. It knocked all the air out of your lungs entirely. When he began moving one hand wandered from your wrists to your hip as to hold you close to him, making his thrusts even harder. Soon you started to see more and more white spots as your eyes rolled back into your eyes. Your core tightened steadily as the all too familiar knot build up again. Hearing from his grunts he must be close too.
“I´m so fucking close, Phil. Please. Please don´t stop.”, you managed to press out.
“Me too, sweetheart. Where do you want me to come?”
That was all you managed to get out before your orgasm washed over you. He followed you right after from your muscles contracting. Riding out both of your highs he gave you one last kiss.
Once both your breaths were back to their normal pace you straightened your clothes and fixed your Hair so you wouldn´t look to obvious when you got back to the party. Though both of you knew that you would only go back to say your good byes to a couple of people that, despite all your efforts, gave you a knowing look. Quickly you left for his apartment, where you spend the rest of the night, having the best night of your life.
When you woke up in the morning, cuddled up in his arms, you felt muscles in your body ache you never knew you had. Standing up to take a better look at your body in the mirror, your movements must have woken him up too cause only a mere minute after you started looking at signs for the last night he again came up from behind, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing some kisses to your shoulders and back.
“Good morning, my love. I hope you survived last night well.”, you both chuckled lightly at that.
“I´m fine, dear. Just a little sore.”
“Only a little? Guess we have to make a greater effort next time.”, now you two were full on laughing as you turned around to peck him on the lips. When you parted though he pulled you back in for another more passionate one.
“You wanna get some breakfast?”, he asked, breathing heavily.
“Oh that sounds just perfect right now.”
If there was one thing safe to say, it was that there would be many more nights spend like the last one and many more mornings like this.
honestly the thought of a unhinged, feral, slightly-might-not-even-be-mentally stable Winter Soldier pinning me down and just ripping my cute flimsy little panties off in a urgent need of primal instinct to force me to just take it or just a silently stalking Winter Soldier sneaking inside my bedroom window and manhandling my body against his as he fucks me full of his cock and seed in my unknowing body is just a godsend pls—
the thought of just Bucky or him as the Winter Soldier splitting me open on his massive cock, ruining me for everyone else makes me wanna scream (without the ‘s’) isuheuehebhdi yes sir
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