#while bucky frantically stabs his thigh

[monster-cock69]

Steve frantically running into a bakery to politely ask owner Bucky if he has an epipen he can use because he got stung by a bee and his throat is swelling

#stucky #someone please write this #prompt #and then he faints #while bucky frantically stabs his thigh #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bakery au #baker bucky #steve is a reckless little twink #who just wanted to pet the pretty flower

[barnesandco]

Torrential

The rain washes everything away. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bullets, pain. Angst with a happy ending. Smut (18+ only)

A/N: Apparently, writing smut inspires more smut. This is a piece that popped into my head while working on a chapter for a fic I probably won’t post, but this came from it, so...

Everything is wet. Soaked in misery and saturated with fear even as he shifts to hoist you higher against the side of the safe house, under a leaky porch roof, and his fingers slip up the robe your stormed out in to find your silken folds, his warm and desperate mouth seeking forgiveness in the pressure against your pulse point. An undercover mission in an unsuspecting small town had gone horribly, horribly south, a bullet in his shoulder and a four-inch long gash in yours, you had arrived in the cabin just hours earlier, under a cloud-clad dawn. 

An hour of recuperation, two of silence, three of tension thick as thunder, and the next four with the storm bringing your anger, your anxieties bubbling to the surface. Hours of afternoon wasted in sporadic arguments, angry confessions and corrections laden with anxiety and worry, the gravitas of which was almost comical considering the sight of you in lounge wear, culminating in you walking out into the overgrown backyard, followed by Bucky’s apologies.

He now kisses the wound that he silently dressed in enough layers of gauze and waterproof tape to be secure from the rain, with a touch that is as soft and giving as his fingers are needy and taking. Metal thumb against the soft nub that has you gasping, he pulls and pushes two fingers in and out of your warm heat, draws the sounds he feeds on like they’re sugar and milk, honey and tea. Rewards your moan with a kiss on the lips they fall from, like drops of holy water, his salvation.

Everything is wet. His hair between your fingers, your dressing robe pushed up so he can hold the curve of your behind, the sharp corners of his lips that your mouth can't get enough of. As though the only way to remove the ache of fear of losing him is to find a deeper pain, provided graciously by the knife's edge of his cheekbones, and the stabbing in your chest at every anaerobic inhale you take upon brief reprieve from his fiery mouth. If only there was a better manner by which to reassure yourself of your humanity, of how alive Bucky still is, despite his lack of self-preservation's efforts to the contrary. 

You kiss him until it hurts more than you can take, until the physical ache of it pulls you away, and you think the fresh air will make that pain in your chest ease, but it doesn’t. It only distracts you enough to feel the throbbing below your navel intensify, as he seeks to pull you apart on his hands alone, but you don’t let him. The frequency of your gasps is increasing, but you don’t want to go without him, not yet-

“Wait,” you say, and he ceases. “Can I touch you?” You ask, and he nods, apprehensive about how well he will be able to maintain his cool when you reach under his sweatpants and find him so hard and ready. While your fingers find new wetness along the hot, heavy length in your hands, his fingers, shiny with your sweetness glide up to your chin, where he pulls your lower lip out of the trap of your teeth to slide his thumb along it. You open your mouth, let your tongue lap on the metal digit, and it’s enough of an aphrodisiac to push your robe further to the side, widen your hips a little further, pull him a little closer with a question in your eyes that he nods yes to.

“Ready?” He still asks, and you nod, too. So close you can see every droplet on his midnight eyelashes, and now you wonder if they’re from his eyes or the skies above. So close you can feel his shoulders quake under your hands when he pushes in, and two becomes one. His growl shakes your heart, and he clenches his eyes shut, presses his clammy forehead against yours, until you open your eyes again, and urge him to do the same. His eyes meet yours, and there, between the way your searing walls clench around his length, and the fervid fear of loss and love-drunk pleasure like nothing else, is where resolution arrives. Cold and calm, pressing into you with the need that he does, and the look in his eyes tells you that he feels it, too. That he is sorry, too. That he wishes you two were better at this, too.

With that, he starts moving, the taut muscle stroking every nerve ending that sets you on fire, even in this storm, and you can do nothing but breathe harder, and louder, and faster, the way he moves inside of you. He makes love to you against the back porch, its roof leaking so much that it's more of a second cloud than any kind of protection against the first one. Rolling waves, colliding harder the deeper he goes. Lightning traverses your spine as thunder roars overhead and you watch the urgency on his expression as he chases release, relief, the promise of an end to this chapter and the beginning of a new one.

His lips are likely sore from their efforts on your skin, but so pink that you cannot resist, and you cup his cheeks and bring his mouth to yours, and taste him like it’s the first time. Legs wrap around sturdy hips, and he pushes further, deeper, to explore you fully again. You mutter half a curse against his mouth as the disintegrating wood at your back scrapes against your scalp. The warmth of him, of his lips, pulling away now against your cheeks urges you to ignore it, and so you do. Just as you ignore the stinging tears waiting to be released from behind your eyelids, and your shuddering inhale, trembling against his lips at your pulse point, raises his hooded eyes to you. 

Looks at you with icy solid intent, and swivels his hips to meet the keening movements of yours, locks his gaze to yours while meeting that spot inside you that has you arching, curving against him. His flesh hands reaches the junction of your thighs, above the place where you meet, and he strokes gently, swirls his finger over the sensitive nub of nerves, with growing want. 

"Please, baby," he murmurs against you, his other hand stroking the flesh of your quivering thighs as softly as his voice along your throat, where he moves to plant kisses that bloom like autumn wildflowers from your skin. You push back, try to bring him in deeper, closer, hands in his hair and mouth on his again, as if to say, just a little more, until the pace reaches the point where you need air, and so you stop kissing. Your lips just touch, open mouths against each other, gasping and desiring. 

Frenzied becomes his touch on your bud, and your grip his shoulders, the burn in your eyes and in the depths of your soul that only he can reach finally coming to a climax with the thrill of his hands.

“Bucky,” you whisper as your walls tremor around him with your release, like it’s a sacred secret, even though there is no-one to hear it for miles around except the trees, and him, and he answers in kind. Growls your name as the thrusts grow frantic, feral, faster, and spills warmth into your silken depths, soft and welcoming. A hot groan against your ear when his forehead meets your uninjured shoulder, while he unravels against you, within you, twitching, pulsing.

Everything is wet. Your faces, whether from sweat or tears or rain is impossible to tell; the place where your bodies became one, where he softens in you; the base of his neck, where you pepper tender kisses; the sleeves of his sweater, that come around from where he was bracing his hands against the wall to wrap around your waist, hold you somehow even closer. Breathing him in, the heaving of your chest presses your curves to him. You can feel his heart beating against yours. 

#ayesha writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader angst #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

[fangirlcenteral]

Warned

Request:  hi! can I request an imagine, Loki x reader, where reader is close friends with Loki but they start hanging out with one of the other avengers and it seems they get close to the other avenger? and Loki gets jealous and kinda possessive? in the end Loki accidentally reveals his feelings for reader? hope that made sense. I’m a sucker for jealous!Loki haha - thank you in advance xx    -anon

A/N: This makes me so soft. I love jealous!Loki so much. I did something like this with make a move, but now i’m gonna do like soft him being all embarrassed.

Warnings: none

Taglist: @just-the-hiddles @trippedmetaldetector @daydreams-of-loki @introvertedrambling​

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You and Loki became very close. You found him captivating the first time you laid eyes on him. His slicked back hair and his miraculously disinterested disposition made you swoon from the first time you saw him. You never wanted to try anything romantic with him, you knew it would cause problems with the team. Not only that, your first warning you got when you were taken in by the Avengers was to not get involved with Loki. Tony had warned you that he didn’t really get along with people, he warned you that all Loki does is betray people. With that in mind you approached Loki carefully. You tried to not get your feelings for him show too much. As you got closer your guard around him got weaker. He didn’t seem bad like everyone else had said. He always takes car of you when your sick or hurt. You stayed pretty close to the other Avengers, but you always stayed closer to Loki. They always gave you an ear full about your friendship, which kinda made you resent them a little. 

You first noticed Loki being possessive over you when you were in the kitchen talking about a mission with Steve. You saw him walk in the room and a look of anger flash in his eyes. He walked behind you, and placed his hand on the small of your back. As he walked next to you his hand grabbed at your shirt. Pulling you against him as your shirt pulled with his hand. It was subtle, but different. Where he touched you burned with delicious heat, sent tingles up your spine. You had touched Loki before, but it never felt like that. Usually you would feel the lingering heat of his hand, but it never made you crave his touch. When he let go of your shirt you made no move to get away from him, it felt nice to be close to him. It felt comforting. He scowled at Steve till he muttered some excuse about needing to check on something. You couldn’t be sure, you were to engrossed with Loki to even hear what he said. Shortly after Steve left Loki wordlessly walked from the room. 

Two days later when talking to Bucky on the couch, Loki came in and got that same flash of anger. When you saw it you got a little excited. After two days of small interactions you realized that after he got that look he was very possessive and touchy with you. After he masked his anger quickly he sat very close next to you. You were used to sitting next to you, but this was different. He say sat so close that you were practically sitting on his lap. You leaned into him closer. You noticed a while ago that he had feelings for you, but you wanted to get him to say something. It has gotten to the point where you sought out quality time with the guys when Loki was around just to make him mad. After you leaned closer he put a hand on your thigh and pulled it a little closer to him. You got lost looking at Loki that you almost forgot about the assassin sitting next to you until he loudly cleared his throat. When you looked over a small blush of embarrassment colored your face. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“I gotta go find Steve, you kids have fun,” he said laughing as he chuckled. You laughed and turned to look at the slightly angry god. He stared at the door still as you studied his features. After a few moments he peeled his eyes away from the door and turned towards you.

“Hi,” you said meekly and leaned your head onto his shoulder. You felt him tense up and take a deep breath. You leaned pack and looked into his eyes.

“Can I talk to you about something,” you said pulling at his shirt slightly. He nodded somberly and looked into your eyes carefully.

“Why do you always get so touchy and angry when i’m hanging out with the guys,” you said with an almost childlike amount of innocence. Your eyes were confused and focused on him as you said it. Loki could feel his heart beat faster at the look. He couldn’t help but pull you a little closer. He always worried about you, but after seeing you get close to Steve something changed. He felt a constant need to protect you, be close to you, something. Your laugh became something like a drug to him. When he heard it he felt like he was floating. He did everything in his power to hear that laugh. Your cry became his kryptonite. It made him feel weak and sick. He couldn’t handle it. He would do anything in his power to make you happy. He only made you cry once. He didn’t mean to yell at you. The way he felt was the closest thing he had ever felt to when he found out he was adopted. That feeling of betrayal, except this time it was a betrayal against himself. The pain stabbed him in the heart. He ended up sitting with you in your room with you for hours, apologizing mercilessly until you felt better. The question you asked him threw him off. He didn’t know if he should tell you. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you because he couldn’t bottle up his emotions. He spent his whole life bottling them up, why couldn’t he just keep this away. The affect you had on him was disconcerting. After only knowing you for a short time he knew he would lay down his life for you with no hesitation. When he pulled himself back to reality he found himself pulled into your doe like eyes. The color almost swam through your eyes as he contemplated his decision. Before he could think of what to say you leaned into him. By the time he noticed your lips were almost touching his. You didn’t connect your lips, just stayed very close to him.

“I’m enamored with you Y/N,” He said quietly. Almost as if he was quite no one could take this moment from him. You smiled, and he swore he could see a tear in your eye. That sight caught him off guard, he couldn’t bear the thought of making you cry. He put both his hands on your cheeks and looked at you distraught.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? I’m sorry, I won’t say it again,” He said frantically looking into your eyes. He couldn’t help but pull away from you, he thought he was making you cry. You wrapped your arms around his back and tried to pull him closer to you.

“No, i’m just crying because i’m so happy,” You said leaning into him until your foreheads were touching. He smiled as wider than he ever had before. He thought he could float away in the feeling of making you happy.

He closed his eyes and tilted your head up to him. He slowly connected your lips to his. The moments your lips touched his he felt fireworks erupt between your lips. It felt like Thor had just struck him. His entire being felt like it was on fire. He held you as close as he could. You helped him lift you into his lap. He felt a feeling of content spread through his chest. Everything about this felt so right. He was so lost in the feeling of you that he failed to notice the door to the common room open.

When Bucky left the room he went to the kitchen and told the rest of the team about you and Loki’s moment of closeness. Everyone knew about Loki’s preoccupation with you, but knew bringing it up would only encourage Loki to hide his feelings further. When Thor caught wind of his little brother possibly finding love everyone had to practically hold him back for long enough for Loki to even do anything. When Thor was finally able to get in the room, and saw you kissing Loki while sitting on his lap he couldn’t help but cheer. As soon as the both of you heard him you disconnected, and jumped back from each other. In the process of standing off Loki’s lap you fell. Loki instantly jumped up to help you up.

“You did it brother! Congratulations to you and lady Y/N,” Thor said as he raised his arms as he walked over to the both of you. A heavy blush covered your face as Loki’s arm looped around your waist after helping you to your feet. As Thor began to attempt to pull you into a hug his arm pulled you into his side as tight as he could nearly pulling you behind him. Thor backed off when he saw this, but continued to go on and on about how happy he was for the two of you. You didn’t really notice what he was saying, you were too busy staring up at the man who’s lips taste like the sweetest cake you had ever tasted. While the two of them chatted you just stared him lovingly. You somehow felt a hundred times better with Loki by your side than you ever thought. Maybe sometimes peoples warnings really have no merit.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I will try to post another tomorrow and get my life sorted. Thank you for the request as always. Requests are still open, and encouraged. If you need anything ever my messages are always open. I hope you enjoyed my writing have a great day/night.❤❤

(sorry if there are mistakes)

#margot #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki fluff

[haileygarciasunshine]

Nightingale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, mentions of blood

Word Count: 1,225

Summary: The reader is studying to be a nurse, when some of her friends from the Avengers call her in desperate need of her help.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

“Y/N. Please. We really need you.” 

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Nat, you always say that.”

“I always mean it!” 

“I... I can’t... I have finals coming up.”

Natasha let out a sigh. She knew how important your degree was to you.

“I’m walking into the library. I have to go.” Not giving her a chance to respond, you hung up. 

Letting out a frustrated sigh, looking at the time it was now 11pm. It had been hours since you walked in to study. Packing up your items, you walked back to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you walked in and step your bag down.

A muffled scream fell from your lips, as you eyed the black silhouette in your apartment. Silently, you made your way to where you kept your gun. Suddenly, there was a hand on your bicep. Grabbing the figures hand, you twirled around raising it as you went, before sending punches to the figures stomach. A groaned in pain. Pushing him back slightly, you swept his legs causing him to fall back onto the floor. 

“Y/N!” Natasha’s voice sounded as she flipped the light on, revealing Natasha, Bucky, Steve.

Panting, you looked at Natasha with a confused expression.

“What’re you guys doing here? Who’s this?” You questioned pointing to the man underneath your foot.

“I’m Thor.” 

“Y/N.” You said extending a hand.

Joining the group in front of you Natasha questioned, “How did you..Never mind it doesn’t matter.”

“Damn, Y/L/N.” Sam suddenly yelled from beside Bucky. “That’s impressive!”

Turning to the Blonde man towering over you, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“Why are you guys here?” You tiled your head slightly confused.

“We need your help.” Sam said. “Please.”

Sighing you looked down at the ground.

“Fine. But you.” Pointing your finger at the man next to you, “Have to let me examine you.”

“Come. You can do it at the tower.” Natasha said.

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“This is the Technology Lab.” Steve said.

Steve, Bucky and Sam took it upon themselves to give you a tour around the facility.

There was a sudden alarm blaring, with blue flashing lights.

“What is that?” You yelled

“Nothing good. Come on!” Steve yelled as the four of you ran down the hall.

Stopping outside of the infirmary, there was more agents injuries than enough doctors and nurses. Making your way over to the sink, you quickly washed your hands before going to the nearest wounded agent who wasn’t being assisted by doctors or nurses.

In a matter of minutes, you were covered in his blood. He had several stab wounds and gun shot wounds.

Suddenly nurses joined to assist you, as you called out for the things you needed, and listened to the others. Soon after, the agent was stable and in the recovery area.

Washing your hands, you took off your mask tossing it into the garbage. Your friends were sitting on the floor in the hall. They had watched and waited for you during the whole procedure.

Exiting the infirmary you looked at them frozen in place with widen eyes.

“We were confused when you went in.” Sam started. “But then we saw you helping and we couldn’t pull ourselves away.”

Natasha walked up to the group before questioning, “You helped that man?”

Looking down at your fidgeting hands, you frowned, “Yeah... Sorry.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded. “That was Peter Parker. He’s just a kid.”

“Doctor Y/N.” A nurse suddenly sounded from the threshold.

“We have more injured agents coming. Doctor Pine would like to know if you’ll be helping. He says this wave is more injured than the last.”

“Give me a minute.” You said softly to the nurse who nodded in return.

“Well let you to it Doc.”

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By the time you were done in the infirmary, it was 9:30am. Walking to the kitchen, you were met with the rest of the Avengers who had woken up.

“Sup Doc. How’d it go?” Sam questioned.

You sighed in response as you sat across from him with your cup of coffee.

“She’s not a morning person.” Natasha giggled from beside.

“Yes.” You said in agreement nodding your head.

A firm thigh brushed against yours causing you to jump.

“Sorry.” Buckys husky voice sounded while pulling away his thigh.

“No...It’s okay.” You said without thinking reaching your hand on his thigh pulling it back into contact with yours.

Bucky take in a sharp breath. Realizing your hand was placed on the inside of his thigh, you quickly retreated your hand mumbling an apology.

Sam offered to train you for a while since he hand nothing better to do until later.

“So you and Barnes huh?” He questioned dodging your fist easily.

“Shut up.” You hissed in embarrassment.

“What?” He chuckled, “its cute.” His fist came in contact with your stomach, causing you to groan.

“Pay attention Y/N.” He scolded.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes, “How can I when my trainer is asking me twenty one questions?”

Sam nodded in response.

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Doctor Pine deemed it necessary that you move into the Avengers Tower to continue working with him.

A couple weeks passed since you moved in. Sam and Bucky were always hanging out with you in your quarters. Sam more so than Bucky.

Hearing talk outside your door, you didn’t think anything of it. You had just changed into your pajamas after your shower. Suddenly the door burst open, revealing Sam and Bucky, the words for a response dying in the back of your throat.

“See Bucky?” Sam gestured to you, “She doesn’t care. I hangout here all the time.” 

“Wait you’re in here when I’m in the infirmary?” You stopped in front of Sam.

“Yeah.” He said as if it was obvious.

“That’s why all my snacks are gone!” You exclaim smacking him. “Now you’re not allowed in here...Only Bucky is.” You said turning your attention to him. “Out.” You playfully pushed Sam out the door.

“You stole my best friend!” He exclaimed. 

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed Bucky’s hand leading him to the edge of your bed motioning for him to sit. 

“What movie do you want to watch?” You questioned sitting in front of the DVD rack in your room.

“Is...Is that my shirt?” Bucky’s shy voice questioned.

“Huh?” You looked down. Heat arose in your cheeks. Frantic apologies fell from your lips before you could stop them.

He chuckled, “It’s okay. I like it better on you anyway.” 

Getting up from the floor, you made yourself comfortable on your bed, earning a confused look from Bucky. You lifted the blankets up behind you, silently asking him if he would join you.Taking his shoes off, he accepted your offer climbing under the blankets behind you.

The warmth from his body cast onto you. Mindlessly, you reached behind you, grabbing his arm tugging it around your waist. A gasp fell from his lips behind you.

“Sorry.” You muttered. 

In response he pulled you closer to him, so his chest was in contact with your back. Gently he nudged your knees apart, shifting his in between yours. Your eyes grew heavy. Wiggling around, you looked at Bucky. Qucikly you placed a kiss on his cheek, before you nuzzled yourself into his body, resting your forehead on his neck. A pair of soft lips brushed against your forehead. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

#avengers #imagines #imagine #oneshot #one shot #preference #preferences #masterlist #blurb #drabble #avengers imagines #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #x reader #xreader #bucky barnes x reader #buckyxreader #buckybarnesxreader #fandom #fan fic #fanfic #fandoms #fandiction #found on pinterest #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader

[siancore]

Artifice Part 2 - {Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader}

Rating: Explicit 

Pairings: Dark!Steve x Black!Reader; minor Dark!Steve x Dark!Bucky

Summary: Steve and Bucky are on a job in Cape Town. He ends up getting aroused watching Bucky torture their target at the house of a drug kingpin while a party is happening upstairs. Bucky tells Steve to go get off while Bucky finishes the job. Steve finds you abandoned by your friend. Bucky said he’d be done with the target in thirty minutes. Steve figures that’s enough time to fuck your brains out. 

Words: 2,472

Tags: @areubeingserved​ @thatdamndonjulio​

Content: Violence; torture; illicit drug use; unprotected sex; anonymous sex; reader makes questionable choices; Steve is a sadist and has hybristophilia. Hot/cold words: N/A

33.9249° S, 18.4241° E

Cape Town, South Africa

0145

The loud music coming from upstairs stifles the loud screams of the man tied to the hand trolley. He is tethered to the object by picture frame hanging wire. The wire is not as sharp on the flesh as Steve would have liked, but it is secure and malleable. Bucky found it in the storage closet while he was looking for additional torture implements. He coiled it around his gloved hand and said flatly, “This’ll do.”

That was almost an hour ago. They’ve been lucky that security was tight at the mansion. Not tight enough for men with their particular skillsets, but it ensures that they can work the target over in peace.

It was a specification of this particular job that the target was to be brutalized in his own home and left there for his family to find. Steve does not usually do the torturing. He prefers clean, precise killing. He prefers a silenced gun to a knife. Bucky, on the other hand, is very gifted with a knife.

Steve normally stands back and watches as his partner takes people apart. It isn’t the most efficient way to kill, and they run the risk of being caught in the act, especially not moving to a secondary location, but the customer is paying them well and Bucky is good at his job. He is so good that Steve finds himself growing hard as he watches Barnes slice the target’s face with a box cutter. Again, the loud music masks the agonizing scream.

“He’s makin’ too much fuckin’ noise,” says Bucky, as he stabs the blade into the target’s upper thigh and searches through the bag he has brought. “Can’t concentrate.”

“No one’s gonna hear,” Steve replies with a smile. “Let him scream.”

Bucky finds the tape, pulls the blade from the target’s flesh, and cuts off a strip. He gives Steve an unimpressed look and then places the tape over their victim’s mouth.

“You know I can’t sleep that good after if there’s too much screamin’,” says Barnes as he steps back and kicks the target in the chest, causing the hand trolley to tip over and crash into the floor with a loud thud.

“Who says you have to sleep?” asks Steve, as he brings his hand to his semi-erection and holds Barnes’ gaze.

“Not tonight,” Bucky replies as he gestures to the trolley. “Get him up. I ain’t done.”

Steve lets out a sigh and lifts the target easily.

“I think you like playin’ with him more than you like playin’ with me,” says Steve as he rubs himself through his pants; Bucky continues working the guy over.

“Not tonight,” he says again. “Why don’t you go upstairs and find someone else to fuck while I actually work, eh?”

“You used to be fun.”

Bucky tightens the wire around the target’s throat, rolls his eyes, and says, “I’m plenty fun, Rogers. But I’m workin’. Go get your dick sucked from someone else. You got thirty minutes.”

Steve shrugs and walks toward the exit. He turns and says to Barnes, “Lock the door behind me.”

Bucky shoots him a glare and replies, “This ain’t my first rodeo. Thirty minutes. And don’t do anything stupid like snap their fuckin’ neck. We’re only killing one person tonight.”

You feel your head begin to spin as the thunderous beat and smoke envelop you. You nurse your drink and scroll through your phone looking at pictures that your friend posted from the party on Instagram. She’s gone now, probably fucking that guy she was talking to earlier in one of the bedrooms of the large house. You sigh and close the app. You swear you’re not coming with her to these crazy ass parties again.

That’s when you notice him. You see him before he even notices you. The white guy dressed in all black leaning against the wall watching the revelers. He seems to be searching for something or someone. You don’t recall seeing him earlier in the night. You would have remembered him if you did because he stands out.

He stands out because, unlike all of the other partygoers, he isn’t smiling. He doesn’t look drunk or high. And he’s wearing what looks like leather gloves; an odd choice of accessory for a summer party in the Mother City. You admit to yourself that he’s attractive and that makes him interesting to you. When his eyes find yours, you instinctively look away. You swallow down your drink and curse under your breath when you realize he is heading in your direction.

You only lift your gaze when he is sitting on the glass coffee table in front of you.

“Unaso isikhathi?” he asks, and you can tell he has an American accent.

You look at the screen of your phone and then look back at his piercing eyes.

“It’s almost two o’clock,” you reply in English.

He stares at you and then runs his gloved hand over his beard.

“Shit. I don’t have a lot of time left.”

“Time for what?”

“Time to fuck you.”

Your eyes go wide a moment and you know you look shocked, but you recover quickly and tilt your head to the side.

“Oh, so you think I want you to fuck me?”

He smirks and then laughs a little.

“I got less than thirty minutes before me and my friend leave,” he says as he shifts closer. “You’re here on your own; I’m here on my own for now. You’re gorgeous and my dick is hard. So just tell me now if you don’t want to come with me to the bathroom and let me bend you over the sink.”

He stands then, his crotch in your face, as he adjusts himself in his pants, unashamedly. He walks away and stops some guy, seemingly asking for directions as he the nearest bathroom is pointed our to him. He moves toward it, opens the door, glances back at you, and then steps inside. You finish your drink and then follow him.

The stranger is already stroking his big red prick when you step inside the bathroom; his gloves are gone and his pants are pulled off his hips. He gives you a crooked smile that does not reach his eyes and continues to strum himself. The sight of his thick cock makes your mouth water and your pussy throb; you don’t know which is wetter in that moment.

“I don’t usually do this,” you say as he inches closer and and shoves his hand up under your skirt. “I just – I need to – oh fuck – ”

Your voice trails off as he lifts you easily, places you on the vanity, and thumbs your clit. You silently thank yourself for not wearing underwear on this occasion. He brings his mouth to your collarbone and sucks the sensitive skin there; he then bites down and causes you to whimper while he slips two fingers into your pussy.

“I need to – did you want some?” you ask, as you reach into your bra and take out the small vial of cocaine.

He pulls his head back and stares at you. You undo the cap and pour a line on your hand before bringing it to your nose and snorting it. He’s still fingering you as your eyes roll shut and the effects of the drugs take hold. He watches you keenly as you begin to whimper. You pour another line and offer it to him. He grabs hold of your wrist, brings your hand to his mouth, and then laps his tongue across the line. Then, he withdraws his fingers, hikes your skirt up a little higher, and drops between your parted thighs.

You head is swimming and you don’t realize what he is doing until he actually does it. He runs his tongue over your clit, coating it with the cocaine. Then, he sinks his teeth into your thigh as he rubs the substance into your pulsing little nub. You feel the sensation right away. It’s intense, like you’re going to piss yourself and come at the same time; like your clit is aching but in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

He wastes no more of his time crouching down and stands once more. He presses his fingers to your lips so that you can clean the remnants of the coke and your arousal from them. While you’re distracted cleaning his fingers, he postions himself between your legs and slides his hardness between your swollen, glistening folds.

You grab hold of his strong arms as he thrusts into you and captures your mouth in a hot, messy kiss. He fills you completely and your legs feel weak. You wrap them about his waist as he drills you. The sensation of the coke on your clit coupled with his large sex stretching you open is causing your head to spin. You feel little pangs of pleasure peppering your skin as the stranger fills you.

He lifts you from off of the vanity and withdraws his cock, breaking your steady rhythm of euphoria. You let out a whiny moan and he taunts you with a smirk. He turns you around so that you are both facing the mirror over the sink. He brings his hand to your throat as he slides into your pussy from behind. He lifts one of your legs and rests it atop the sink as he fucks you. He’s frantic but holds you in place. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. He watches you in the mirror as he drives into you.

From that angle, the crown of his dick hits your spot. He is relentless as he continues to impale you. He lets go of your throat and lifts both legs up onto the vanity. You lean against the mirror to steady yourself as he drives himself harder and harder. He rips your top and pulls down your bra, effectively exposing your full breasts; your tits bounce while he fucks up into you. Your whole body is shuddering. His grunts are animalistic and drowned out only by your moans and the slapping together of your skin.

You feel your release fast approaching. The esquisite aching between your legs begins to spread through your entire body. His onslaught keeps bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You can hear him cursing before he bites into your shoulder. He snakes his hand back to your throat and tightens his grip. Your vision becomes cloudy as your eyes roll shut. He thrusts into you again and again, each motion harder than the last and causing this delicious pressure on your spot.

“Fuck,” you curse as your orgasm courses through you.

“Oh, shit,” he says, as your pulsing sex clenches his shuddering cock.

You cream on his dick when you come. He watches as the remnants of both your release coat his spent cock.

“Looks so pretty,” he says as he withdraws himself, causing you to wince a little. You’re definitely torn down there somewhere. “Hate to have to wipe it all away.”

He takes one of the handtowels from the rack, pushes you aside, and wets it under the faucet. He runs it over his dick as you slide from the sink and try to stand. Your legs are weak and your well-fucked little cunt is still pulsing. You have to lean against the vanity so that you don’t fall over.

“Make sure you clean up,” he says as he tosses his cum-stained towel in your direction. “Don’t wanna walk around the party with my cum leakin’ out of you for the rest of the night.”

With that, he offers you a smile that is in no way friendly, steps forward and reaches into your bra. He takes the small vial of cocaine from you, slips it into his pocket, and then walks away.

Steve walks into the garage space just as Bucky is taking a picture of his handiwork and sending it via a secure channel to their customer. Moments later, there is a notification on both of their phones indicating that the rest of the payment for the job has been transfered to their account.

“You didn’t leave me,” says Steve as he approaches, glancing at the target’s lifeless body.

“Was about to,” Bucky replies with a smile. “You found what you were looking for?”

Steve smiles widely, reaches into his pocket and retrieves the vial before holding it up for Bucky to see and saying, “Yeah, and a little extra.”

Barnes shakes his head at his friend but says nothing while he drops the last of the tools into the bag they brought with them. A beat of silence passes between them before Steve speaks once more.

“It’s a real shame you don’t like pussy, Buck. What I just had was some sweet as sugar top notch snatch. We could’ve had her like a spit roast.”

“Is your DNA everywhere, Stevie?” Bucky asks, ignoring his friend’s remark, as he zips the bag, picks it up, and then walks toward the exit.

“Nah. Just inside that twenty-something-year-old pussy,” he explains. “And I told her to clean herself up.”

“Okay. I don’t wanna have to come back here to put a bullet between her eyes,” says Bucky as he turns off the lights and opens the door. “We’ve got the Wakandan job in two days, and I don’t wanna have to backtrack because you always gotta get your dick wet.”

“It’ll be fine, Buck. If we gotta deal with her, I’ll come back and do it,” says Steve. “Besides, I could hang around here for a little while longer. You don’t really need my help. You can take out the Wakandan with one hand behind your back.”

“Maybe,” says Bucky while stepping outside, followed by Steve. “C’mon, I wanna be out of the city before someone finds the body.”

A/N: Thanks for reading. These versions of Stucky are based on my SamBucky multi-chapter fic, Deception. This is a little look into their criminal activities. Those following Deception please note this job ties in with something that happens in the final chapter (that I will need to post a little later). Thanks! 

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[tellmealovestory]

What The Hell

Summary: Dialogue prompt - Put the knife down

Notes: Also posted on my ao3. This was written for @sillyqt​ 1k followers challenge. Congrats again on all the followers!

Warnings: Swear words galore, back at it with the dumbass reader, mentions of smut, implied smut, did I mention the readers a dumbass?

There were a lot of things running through your mind that made sleep impossible. 

The storm raging outside. Heavy, fat rain drops that slammed against your window, wind that howled and shook the ratty frames, the loud claps of thunder that had you jumping each time they rolled across the night sky, the lightning that lit up your small room for brief seconds of a time reminding you just how lonely it could be at night when Bucky was away on a mission.

There were always too many things that could go wrong on those extended missions that left you tossing and turning unable to catch a wink of sleep. While you understood it was his job it didn’t make dealing with the worries over him getting hurt any less easier to handle. 

Rolling onto your back you whined at the mugginess that had settled in your room. The whirring of the small fan that sat in the corner only circulated more hot air doing little to cool you off. 

Outside sirens from an ambulance wailed causing you to wince. As much as you loved this apartment the neighborhood wasn’t the greatest and each time you heard sirens when alone or the creaking of what you were convinced of was someone breaking into your apartment you broke out in hives of worries and what ifs. 

Despite Bucky’s insistence that you move to a better apartment in a safer neighborhood your reluctance to leave the space you had called home since moving to the city had always won out. But laying in bed alone tonight you were beginning to rethink that position when you were convinced you heard your apartment door creaking open.

With a racing heart, shaking breaths and sheets tangled around your feet you sat up in bed tilting your head to the side trying to decipher if the creaking of a door opening was real or if you were imagining it. 

Break-ins weren’t unheard of in the building, but so far you had been lucky enough to never experience one. 

Floorboards creaked under heavy boots.

Shit, shit, shit.

Your phone was sitting on the kitchen counter next to the half empty boxes of Chinese food you had ordered earlier which meant if someone was breaking in you couldn’t even call 9-1-1 for help. 

Bringing your knees to your chest your eyes quickly scanned your darkened room looking for anything to arm yourself with.

Another heavy step, another creaking floorboard.

You understood why Bucky wanted you to move somewhere safer now. 

Think, think, think your mind screamed. With no phone to call for help, no baseball bat to smack whoever was inside your apartment you were fucked. You were about to die. You were about to die a horrible, slow death because you were the idiot in every horror movie who couldn’t manage to keep their phone with them. You were about to die wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of underwear. You were about to die in a dingy apartment littered with take out containers during the middle of a thunderstorm. Fuck.

Swinging your legs over your bed you winced at the groaning of your worn out mattress. Freezing you sucked in a deep breath only exhaling when your bedroom door didn’t fling open to reveal a seven foot man wearing a hockey mask and holding a giant machete. 

Fuck you really needed to stop watching horror movies if you survived this.

Opening your bedside drawer slowly you rummaged around looking for anything you could use as a weapon, but so far all your fingers had run over was a condom, a vibrator with dead batteries that you were supposed to have changed earlier in the day and something sharp that sliced your finger.

Hissing you pulled your hand out of the drawer as you brought your finger up to your face struggling to inspect it in the darkness of your room. You didn’t dare turn a light on and alert your intruder you were in here. The metallic taste of blood filtered through your nostrils and you wrinkled your nose in distaste. 

Something sharp. Fuck, you really were that idiot in the horror movie who gets killed first for being a dumb bitch. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought of this sooner! If you survived this night you were going to spend the rest of the year on your knees giving Bucky Barnes the best blowjobs of his fucking life.

Carefully you dipped your hand back into the drawer. Grasping the handle of the knife he had thrown in there after a particularly kinky night of sex you sighed in relief. It may not have been a phone to call for help, but it was better than nothing. 

On shaky legs you stood up only to freeze when you saw yellow light flooding beneath your door.

Any hopes of the creaking floorboard, of the heavy boots being a product of your overactive imagination flew out the window. Your heart plummeted to your stomach, your hand grew sweaty the handle of the knife nearly slipping out of you grasp. And when the deafening sound of thunder echoed through your room you nearly pissed yourself from fear.

You were really about to die tonight. A million things flashed through your mind. Regrets, unfulfilled promises, moments you would never get to experience, places you would never get to see. Tears filled your eyes, but no matter how much you told yourself to pull it together you couldn’t. You had never imagined dying in your dingy apartment alone.

Taking a shaky step towards your bedroom door you tried to formulate a plan in your mind, but all you could think about was Bucky. The last time you had kissed him, the last time you had held his hand, the last time you had laid curled up in his arms sated after a passionate night together.

But mostly you thought about the last thing you had said to him. It hadn’t been I love you like it usually was. No be careful. No be safe. No come back to me in one piece. No. The last thing you had said to him was he had better plan on spending the next week buried between your thighs putting that long tongue to good use after he been called away on a mission in the middle of swirling his tongue over your swollen clit. 

Closing your eyes you whimpered at the memory. You had spent the day in bed going at it like rabbits. With your legs thrown over his shoulders, sweat dripping down every crevice of your body, his large hands holding your thighs open to him he had lavished your clit with the attention of a man on a mission and fuck had he ever been on a mission. 

Writhing beneath his body your knuckles had been turning white with how tight you had been gripping your bedsheets. Right on the edge of what you were convinced would have been a mind blowing orgasm his phone had gone off and though you had begged him to ignore it, fucking cried that you were so close, so goddamn close and to please, please, please just let you cum the fucker had pulled away with a kiss to your dripping center telling you he couldn’t ignore it and that he’d make it up to when he came back.

It was the last time you had seen him, last time you had talked to him and now you were about to die thinking about the goddamn orgasm you had missed out on. What the hell was wrong with you?

Reaching your bedroom door you hesitantly grasped the doorknob frowning when your sweat soaked hand slipped right off it. Sucking in a deep breath, praying to whoever would listen you twisted the doorknob, wincing as the door squeaked on its hinges. So much for trying to sneak out of here unseen.

Your body moved on its own as your feet shakily carried you out of your bedroom and into the short hallway. A quick glance into the living room appeared to show nothing missing. Swinging your gaze to the kitchen you noticed your takeout boxes had been moved from the counter. What kind of sick fucker broke into someone’s apartment and ate their food? Granted, the food was definitely not edible after having been sitting out on the hot counter for hours, but still. You really were dealing with a monster. With the kitchen, your bedroom, and the living room cleared that only left the bathroom and the spare bedroom. 

The thought of walking in on some freaky Goldilocks killer taking a bath or taking a nap had you shuddering. Tilting your head to the side you closed your eyes listening to the rain, the thunder, the wind, but you didn’t hear any running water and while it didn’t rule out them being in the bathroom you weren’t about to go and check to be positive.

Taking slow, careful steps forward you padded across the living room and to the kitchen in search of your phone. You had left it next to the takeout boxes, but much like the boxes your phone was gone now too. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Two options. 

You could stay and fight which despite Bucky trying to teach you how had been pretty much a disaster. Sure, you knew the basics, how to kick a guy in the balls, punch him the face, stab him in the eye, but that wasn’t going to do you much good if they got to you first.

The other option was running. Running out of your apartment, into the streets, anywhere but here. But your lack of clothing, the storm, the cut on your finger that had blood dripping down onto your leg was anybody going to take you seriously? And it wasn’t like you knew any of your neighbors who could help you.

Stay or go. 

Gasping at the low creaking of a door opening you crouched down on the kitchen floor holding the knife out in front of you. The apartment door was only a few feet to the right of you, but you were doubtful you could make it when footsteps echoed closer through your small apartment. The heavy steps matched the frantic beating of your heart. Sobs threatened to spill from your quivering lips. Slapping your free hand over your mouth your only hope was that whoever was in your apartment creeping closer couldn’t hear your muffled sobs. 

Adrenaline pumped through your veins and in a split second decision of stupidity or bravery you jumped up. Scrambling across the kitchen floor in your bare feet you came face to face with your intruder. 

Raising the knife your hand shook, your breath came out in heavy pants, your eyes were wide, your heart thundered and when lightning lit up your kitchen you let out a blood curdling scream as you lifted the knife and sliced through the air in a blind attempt to strike your attacker.

Like a scene straight out of a bad eighties horror movie where once again you were playing the dumb victim doomed to die your aim was off. Embarrassingly so, yet that didn’t stop you from trying again as you took a step forward slashing through the air screaming. If you couldn’t stab him maybe your screams would scare him off or at the very least alert your useless neighbors that you needed assistant.

“Y/N!”

He knew your name. Oh god. The killer in your apartment knew your name. 

Screaming at the top of your lungs you clutched the knife. Turning on your heels to run you yelped when a thick hand wrapped around your wrist holding you to the spot.

“Y/N!”

Blindly kicking at his shins, thrashing in his arms, you screamed, wildly waving the knife around in the air.

“Put the knife down!”

Out of breath with tears running down your face and scared shitless you watched helplessly as he grabbed the knife tossing it across the kitchen with such ease it was enough for you to stop your thrashing and your screaming.

As your eyes began to focus and a flash of lightning lit up your kitchen and the intruders face your jaw dropped in shock. 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” You yelled. 

Slamming your free hand against his chest repeatedly the adrenaline that had been pumping through your veins only moments before dissipated to surprise followed by anger.

"Shh it’s just me you gotta calm down, Y/N I didn’t mean to scare you, but you gotta calm down."

Ignoring his words you tried to yank your wrist free from his grasp, but he only tightened his hold. It was probably a good thing because you were about two seconds away from passing out. “You broke into my apartment!”

“I live here.”

Huffing you had no rebuttal to that, but that didn’t stop you from blurting out the first thing that came to mind no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

“Why were you stomping around like some serial killer? Huh Mr. I live here too and think it’s cool to give my girlfriend a heart attack!”

“I wasn’t stomping around,” he snapped, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What are you doin’ waving my knife around like a maniac? You could've hurt yourself!”

“You left it in my bedside drawer! I didn’t have a choice I thought you were a murderer and my only options of defense was this or a dead vibrator!”

Breathing heavily you glared at him in the darkness amazed at the fact that no one had bothered to check on you after the screaming match that had occurred. Then again it wasn’t like your neighbors knew you. 

"What are you doing here? The mission a-and you always get me up when you come hone why didn’t you wake me?"

Loosening his grip on your wrist he pulled you close his hand going to the back of your head as he quietly shushed you. It was unusual for him to be taking care of you after a mission usually it was the other way around with you bandaging him up, asking him if he was okay, giving him space whatever the mood called for depending on how bad the mission had gone.

Though you were wrapped in his arms in what should have made you feel safe and secure your body shook like a leaf, ugly sobs wracking your frame over the what ifs that could have happened. Snot and tears stained his shirt by the time you finally pulled away.

"I could have hurt you, Bucky! What if i had stabbed you? You could have died!"

Lightning illuminated the room again lighting his face up and though it may have been your eyes playing a cruel trick on you you swore you saw a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Doll, the way you were waving that knife around the only person you were gonna hurt was you."

Yanking free from his grasp you crossed your arms over your chest. 

"I’m glad you find this funny James!" You hissed, anger and fear lacing your words. 

Storming into the bathroom you flipped the light on flinching at not only the brightness but the reflection in the mirror. Wide, crazy eyes stared back at you. Your hair was a matted mess with sweat, your face burning hot with tears and snot drying on your nose. You looked like shit, but found it difficult to care about that when you almost fucking died tonight. The strap of your tank top slid down your arm as you forcefully turned the hot water on. Reaching for a washcloth you ran it under the water ignoring the stare of Bucky as he stood in the doorframe.

"I’m sorry," he started, stepping into the small room before taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Yanking his shirt over his head he tossed it in the hamper staring at your reflection in the mirror. "I knew it was late and it was selfish, but I needed to see you I figured you’d be sleepin’ so I was gonna crash in the spare room till morning. I really didn’t mean to scare you, doll.”

"Yeah, well you did," you mumbled like a petulant child. Turning to face him you frowned inspecting the various cuts and bruises that littered his face and chest. Gently lifting the washcloth to his face you wiped away the dried flecks of blood that dotted the corner of his mouth. Had you been in a better mood you would have made a joke about him being a vampire. 

"I’m sorry", he tried again. Resting his large hands on your hips he pulled you closer so you were standing in between his thick thighs as he laid his head on your stomach. 

Carding your fingers through his hair you closed your eyes. Your heart was still thundering beneath your chest and you were still convinced you were two seconds away from passing out, but as you stood between his legs listening to the rain and the wind pound against the windows for the first tine tonight you breathed an easy sigh.

"You don’t know how scared i was," you mumbled, choking on a sob. "And you know the worst part? I couldn’t stop thinking about how i didn’t even say i love you before you left. I could have died tonight and my last words weren’t even I love you." Choking on a strangled cry you collapsed against his bruised and battered chest the events of the past hour taking their toll on you as your knees gave out.

Holding tight to you he ran his hands down your back, against the back of your head all the while cooing that he had you and you were safe and he would never let any harm come to you no matter what.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that sobbing and eternally grateful in his arms that you were okay, that he was safe, that you were both going to be okay.

Kissing the top of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and loving, the kind of kiss that was meant as an apology for a myriad of mistakes made by the both of you, the kind of kiss that sent your heart fluttering, your knees to shake, your stomach to fill with butterflies, the kind of kiss that if it could talk would whisper nothing but I love you, I love you, I love you.

But it wasn’t enough for you. Sliding your hands to his chest you gripped his hair yanking his head back as you kissed him hungrily. It was a desperate kiss, a sloppy kiss, a needy kiss, but he got the hint, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he roughly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Groaning he tore his lips away from yours only to kiss his way down your neck. "Never meant to scare you," he mumbled. "But maybe we should start those self defense classes back up."

Nodding your head at his kisses, at his apologies you never wanted him to stop, but his words had you frowning. 

"I had it under control."

But you didn’t. Had he been an actual killer like you had originally thought you would have been dead in a minute.

Chuckling he stroked your hip. "I love you, but you didn’t have anything under control." 

"Yeah, well," you sputtered. "Had you woken me up none of this would have happened!"

"I know," he sighed, regret tinging his words.

Staring down at his cloudy blue eyes, his tanned chest full of well defined muscles, those glorious thighs you quirked your lips up. "You could always make it up to me," you started, your voice sultry as your fingers stroked the back of his neck.

Catching on quickly he quirked his eyebrow up. 

"You did promise to spend the next week between my thighs... what do you say we make it two weeks and I’ll think about forgiving you?"

"You'll think about it? Honey, you'll forgive me after the first orgasm," he promised.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Squealing as he stood up and dragged you to your room you quickly forgot about the horror, the worries, the anxiety you had been through as a different kind of adrenaline filled your veins when he pushed you down onto your bed ready to make you scream for an entirely different set of reasons. 

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[angelobi-wan]

Easy (nsfw)

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“hi!! can you do #22 w Tony Stark? and some kinky/rough stuff PLS? ty :))“

#22: “What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?”

You kicked the workout dummy one last time, letting out a frustrated sigh. You leaned down to grab your water bottle, chest heaving with exhaustion. You wanted - no, you needed - to train yourself back to normal. A few months back, you were on a mission that had ended up going awry. You were sent out with Steve and Bucky, and being the only one present without the ability to crush someone’s skull with your bare hands, you received the bunk of the injuries. 

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Find the men selling illegal guns using dangerous alien radiation, take their weapons, and come back. Unfortunately for you, once the men found out the only power you had was the ability to fight your little ass off, they automatically knew their main target. Steve and Bucky meant to help you; They truly did. Only, they were a little too busy trying to not get blasted by high tech alien guns. Steve was stunned with one of them. All you got was a mean knife to the lower back. Bucky, meanwhile, was able to get the three of you out of there scot-free. He felt bad about it, and you can tell. That would explain why he’d been training and nursing you and Steve back to tip-top shape. 

Steve was mostly fine, though the radiation made him constantly drowsy. You on the other hand, had a long healing process ahead of you. When Tony had done a check up on you and found out the knife was three inches away from paralyzing you, he insisted on pulling you out of the game until you proved you were ready to get back to the fight. You’d thought you were ready to jump headfirst back into the action way before you were actually ready - and Tony was on your ass in a heartbeat. “No. Absolutely not.” He didn’t even look up from where he was tinkering in his workplace when you first approached him.

“Tony, I’m ready. I’ve been training my ass off for the last month! The stab wound only lasted four months to heal completely.”

“I said no.” 

“How long is this going to keep me off of my feet? I’ve already been out of combat for five months. I don’t have the healing factor or the superhuman strength that others here were blessed with-”

“Which is exactly why I want you home. You’re not ready,” he finally looked up at you. “You’re just some anxious kid wanting to get back into the action. The incision was three inches away from the base of your spine. You could’ve been paralyzed. Then what help would you be?” He walked closer and closer to you until your noses are practically touching. “Get back in the training room. Do your stretches. Do your workouts. Five months off your feet is going to take more than just a month to get your body ready for battle again.” 

“I’m not a kid. I’m a soldier.”

He took in your determined eyes and desperate stance and sighed. “The only way I’m allowing you back into the fields is if you win me in a hand to hand battle.”

“That’s easy, old man.”

“But,” He held his hand out, and the iron hand flying to fit on him like a glove. “I’m gonna be wearing these.”

Fuck. Not that easy. 

“Fine. Still easy.” 

He raised a challenging eyebrow at you, before smirking. “Alright, Eye of the Tiger, go rest up. Tell me when you’re ready.” You immediately left and head back to the training room. You had to prepare.

The next time you addressed Tony was a week later. You’d been training every single day, even outlasting the two fully healthy supersoldiers. “You should take a break, kid,” Steve had said one day. You didn’t even look up from the punching bag you were obliterating. “She’s gonna take herself out before Tony has a chance to even try,” he’d whispered to Bucky as they exited the room. Bucky let out a heavy sigh.

The day you were ready to jump in the ring finally arrived. Tony leaned against the door frame as he watched you stretch. “I love the view,” he spoke as he finally stepped up on the mat. “By all means, don’t let me interrupt.”

“Shut up, old man.” You smirked, feeling nervous but confident. You looked around and quirked an eyebrow. “Where’s Sam? He wanted to see me kick your ass.”

“On a mission. Everyone left today.”

And you were here alone. Great. You really wanted to fight your ass off so you could be along with him and everyone else the next time a new hot shit supervillian decided to terrorize the city.

The two of you got into a fighting stance. You lurched forward to throw a jab at him, but he blocked it. He returned with a blaster, which you jumped away from. This continued for a while, the two of you dancing around the mats. You began to feel very tired, already sore from the nonstop fight you’d put yourself in the last week. You reached out and grabbed onto him, preparing to land a knee into his stomach, but were stopped when his blaster hit your thigh. You let out a heavy gasp as you toppled down, Tony following suit. His body was plastered against yours as your chest heaved with heavy breaths. 

“You alright, kid?”

“Best two out of three.”

He chuckled breathlessly and gave you a hand to help you stand back up. You leaned down to inspect your thigh, giving him a view of your breasts in your tank top. You looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow at him causing him to let out a cough. “What the fuck is this?” You gestured to your leg, where there was a rip in your leggings. The skin where his blasters hit you were red and warm - as if someone held a flame too close to your skin for too long. 

“I modified my blasters. Ripping another hole in your skin would defeat the purpose of this trial, wouldn’t it?”

You scoffed, though he made a lot of sense. “Stop taking it easy on me.”

“Fine. Then focus more on defense than you are on offense. You’re gonna get yourself killed one day because of that.”

You rolled your eyes and got back into a fighting stance, him following quickly suit. The second round lasted shorter than the first did since you were already winded. You followed his instruction on defending yourself more, but you were slowly being drained of energy, and you were growing more and more frustrated. The only thing that could be heard in the large room was your grunts and groans as you exerted more and more energy. Tony saw you were falling out of it, and fast. He began taking turns shooting at each of your hands as you struggled to punch out more and more, all while walking you back into the wall. You could feel tears begin to grow. You were losing. You were gonna lose. Your hands burned, they felt like they were on fire, and you were going to lose.

You still punched recklessly, growing more frantic, and losing your control. He’d won. But you didn’t stop.

“That’s enough.” He tried to dodge your weakened punches, trying to wait for you to snap out of it. “Stop it. Stop!”

He attempted to grab at your hands and hold them to his chest all while lodging his leg between yours to hold you down until you regained your cool once again. But his grip slipped, and you fell, right onto his leg sandwiched between your thighs. You don’t know if it was the lack of energy or the adrenaline rush you’d just gone through, but you moaned. Loud. Right into his ear.

You both stopped and stared at each other. Every pant you took sent you moving against his thigh still pressed into you. “(Y/N)?” He whispered, not wanting to scare you.

You surged forward, kissing him. You tried to move your hands to his hair, but he thought you were gonna try and fight back, so he gripped them harder, moving them above your head. You let out a surprised but delighted groan, into his mouth. He pressed his thigh even harder into you, beginning to rock you slowly. You let your head drop to his shoulder, letting out a moan. “I only put you through this because I care about you.” He spoke into your ear, before kissing along your shoulder. His kisses became harsher, throwing small bites and licks as you moaned. You rocked your hips into his knee. “You’re our newest fighter, and you’re still young. I worry.” 

“I know.” You say before kissing him once again, knowing you’d grow more emotional if you continued the topic. 

“(Y/N)-”

“Just kiss me. Please. Just keep kissing.”

He looked into your eyes, looking for any uncertainty. He then let go of your arms and picked you up. With your legs wrapped around him, he walked into the middle of the mat, and slowly let the two of you down on the ground. He grabbed your thigh, keeping it wrapped around his hip. He ground into you, and the two of you moaned together. He was still going too soft - and this frustrated you. He was treating you like you were delicate, which is exactly the opposite of what this session was for. You brought him down harder with your leg around his hip, pushing him down into you. With your hands now freed, you went straight for his hair and tugged on it. 

He let out a groan of pleasured pain, before grounding into you, hard. You moaned out, pushing your hips up to meet his. You could cry at how bad you wanted it, to get rid of some of this pent up frustration in you. You went to tug at his pants, needing him. You wanted him so bad. His pants - ridiculously tight for a man his age - wouldn’t pull down over his bulge. He was so hard. 

You tugged at his hair harder this time trying to urge him to take his pants down. He groaned, mostly in pain this time, before he bit down harshly on your neck. You let out a hiss. “Oh, fuck,” You kissed him roughly translating your neediness into it. “Fuck me, Tony. Please.” You rocked up into him a few times, going slightly dizzy from the need. “Please, please, please!”

He finally leaned back and tore his pants down before looking back at you. “Take your fucking leggings off, now.” You rushed to pull them down, only getting them to your ankles before he pushed you back roughly. He grabbed your thigh in a bruising hold, before lifting your hips up and angling them. “God, you’re so needy.” He moved your underwear and slowly pushed into you, stretching you. Your head fell back in a loud moan that resonated around the room. He groaned at how tight you felt. He began thrusting into you slowly. “You’re so goddamn tight, kid.” 

You let out whimpered moans. “You’re so big.” He growled at those words, and your voice saying those words and began to speed up his thrusts. Only a little. You were beginning to grow restless, needing more. Your hands wandered to his hair, getting ready to tug, and his hands immediately intercepted them. With one hand, he held yours above your head, while the other started a bruising grip on your hip. 

“You want me to speed up?” You whimpered and nodded feverishly. “Ask nicely.”

“Tony, please fuck me. Please.” He just smirked and slowed down. “Oh, fuck! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-” He finally slammed into you, speeding his thrusts up. With the hand on your hip, he lifted you up just slightly so he could hit- “Oh my God! Right there! Right there!”

He pushed in deeper, faster, grunting. Jesus, he felt drunk at the wetness surrounding his cock. You were sucking him in deep like your body knew you needed him. Seeing your eyes roll back was like a dream come true. You were babbling on his cock, and rightfully so. He squeezed your hands, still red hot from his blasters, tight enough to sting, and leaned down. “Keep these hands right fuckin’ here, kid. Okay?” You didn’t respond, still moaning with your eyes rolled back. He moved his hand from your hands to your throat and gave a quick squeeze. “Answer me.”

You moaned even louder at that and nodded your head up and down. He squeezed again, longer this time, and raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” You whimpered. 

He trailed that hand down farther, and farther until it reached your clit. He started off with soft circles, still rocking into you until you started crying again. “Please make me cum, please, please…” He began jackhammering his hips, putting more pressure on your clit in tighter circles. The hand on your hip raised up until it met your hair. He began tugging, giving you the same treatment you gave him. A pleasured cry ripped from your throat. You were getting close, he could tell by how you were starting to clench around him. He wrapped that hand around your throat, applying pressure but no longer squeezing. 

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. C’mon.” You began rocking back into him desperately, crying out as your climax hit you harshly. Your moans were choked off as the hand around your throat closed just a little more as Tony hit his high. “Oh, fuck.” He let out a growl. The two of you rode out your highs, his grip on your neck loosening, as he slowed his thrusts eventually coming to a stop.

He pulled out and rolled next to you. The two of you caught your breath. He looked over at you. “Choking, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, Tony.”

He laughed to himself before pulling his boxers back on with a slight grimace. Yeah, he was gonna need a shower. He reached over to you and grabbed your hand - softly this time - before inspecting your knuckles where the blasters hit you. It was beginning to bruise. He kissed them softly. 

“Let’s go put some ice on these bad boys.”

The two of you were in his bathroom fresh out of the shower. You sat atop of his counter as he rummaged beneath it, looking for some cream to apply to you. “Tony, I want back in.”

His movement faltered for a moment before he continued his search. It was silent for a moment. You inspected your bruises, trying to hide your disappointment.

“You can get back on the team,” Your eyes widened, a smile breaking out on your face. “IF you train with Steve until he decides you’re ready.” Your smile faltered dropped. “Don’t give me that look,” he said without even looking up from the cabinet. 

He raised with a tube of cream in hand and reached out for your hand softly. “Why not Bucky?” You pouted slightly. 

“Barnes feels bad and responsible enough that you’re here in the first place,” he applies the medicine softly. “You’d be in and out in three days tops.” He switches to your other hand. 

“Whatever. As long as we don’t have to battle again like we’re in ancient fuckin Greece.” 

Tony chuckles. “What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?” he asks as he closes the tube and begins to wash his hands. 

You pull him towards you after he dries his hands off, and trail kisses up his neck. “Not if it gives me an excuse to do that again.” You mumble seductively. 

“Alright, Sparkplug. You need to rest after that ass beating you took. Let’s watch a movie before the rest of the Brady Bunch come home and wreak havoc.”

Well, you can’t say no to that.

#tony stark #smut #marvel smut #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader

[avengerscompound]

When You’re Alone

When You’re Alone: A Hulkeye Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square:  @brucebannerbingo​ - E4, Knifeplay, @clintbartonbingo​ - B1, Impact Play

Rating:  E

Warning:  Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, D/S, BDSM, Domme Reader, Sub Clint, negotiations, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, humiliation, name-calling, cum play, spitting, spanking with paddle and riding crop, oral sex, facefucking, gags, nipple clamps, strapon, pegging, aftercare)

Word Count:  3322

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x F!Reader

Summary:  When you’re in a relationship with two men with two very different needs, pairing off leads to wildly different experiences.  When Bruce sees you eating an apple with a bowie knife, he starts to wonder what it is you and Clint do without him.

When You’re Alone

You were enjoying one of those rare quiet moments.  Clint was laying on his back on the couch with a cup of coffee on his chest, trying to drink it through a straw.  You knew that was asking for trouble but you also knew that telling him he was going end up with second-degree burns would end up with him trying to prove you wrong and thus getting the second-degree burns.

You were playing your own game of ‘wait until she hurts herself’ anyway, as you sliced pieces of an apple with your Bowie knife and ate them off the blade.  You knew it was overkill, but for some inexplicable reason it made you feel like a Bond Villain and you quite liked the feeling.

Really it was only Bruce that was in no imminent danger.  He sat in the sofa chair, working on his tablet with his feet on the coffee table.  He kept looking up at you over the top of his glasses as you carved pieces off your apple and you couldn’t quite figure out what he must be thinking.  Your initial thought was that he wanted to tell you to stop being careless with the knife because he thought you were going to cut off your tongue.  But he wasn’t glancing at Clint the same way and Clint was much clumsier than you were. 

“Am I chewing loudly?”  You asked as you ran your blade through the crisp flesh of your fruit.

Bruce startled and looked up at you, shifting so he was sitting properly in his chair.  “No.  It’s fine.”

“Alright,” you said biting the slice of fruit straight off the blade of your knife.

“What do you and Clint do when you’re alone together?”

You choked on your apple and Clint sat up so fast that his coffee when flying, somehow managing to miss him completely.  “Shit!”  He said getting up and running to the kitchen.

You watched Clint run off, tripping on his shoes, before looking down at the knife in your hand and back up at Bruce.  The three of you had been making this relationship you had work for a few years now.  It had worked so well, you’d even been living together for six months.  The way you all made it work was but acknowledging you all had different needs and sometimes you needed to pair off.  When you and Bruce paired off, it was things like romantic dinners, talking science, visiting museums, and doing things that involved a high level of touch.  Erotic massage.  Spider-walking.  Making love in the lotus position.

When it was you and Clint it was hanging out eating pizza on the roof.  Morning coffee dates.  And every single dirty little thing that passed through his very submissive mind.

“What brought that up?”  You asked as Clint ran back out with paper towels and started to frantically mop up the mess he’d made.

Bruce flushed and took his glasses off and wiped the lenses.  “It’s just, the way you were using the knife…”

“Knife play?  With that klutz?  Do you want to be the one to explain to the emergency room staff how I accidentally stabbed him during sex?”  You asked laughing.

“Hey!”  Clint whined and then let out a breath.  “No, she’s right.  I’d squirm and she’d run me through.”

You got up and moved over to Bruce sitting in his lap.  “Knives are pretty sexy though.”  You said, pressing the flat of the blade against his arm and running it down to the back of his wrist.  “But no.  We don’t do that.”  You said and put the knife down on the table.

“What do you do?”  Bruce asked, flexing his fingers on your thigh.

“What do you two do together?”  You asked.

“Well, he likes to visit me in the lab,”  Bruce said.

“Oh yeah?”  You asked, trailing your finger down his neck.  “What do you do in the lab?”

“What don’t we do?”  Clint joked.

“He likes to … distract me.”  Bruce said.  There’s a lot of blow jobs.”

You laughed and kissed his neck.  “Does Tony know?”

“Hell yeah, he does,”  Clint said.  “I tell him.”

“Is that it?  Just lab sex?”  You asked, still laughing.

“No.  We do food trucks together.  And he likes to take me out with the Quin and we have picnics in these really remote spots.”  He said

“That… actually sounds really good.”  You said.

“Yeah, it’s nice.”  Bruce agreed.

“Plus we fuck in the cockpit and sometimes on the picnic rug,” Clint added.

You chuckled and shook your head.  “Of course you do.”

Clint went and threw out the paper towels while Bruce pulled you a little tighter against him.  “So what do you do?”  He whispered.

“Well, I’ll skip to the sex stuff, because I know that’s what you’re asking,” you said.  “Clint likes to be dominated.  You’ve seen a lighter version of it at the very least when it’s all three of us.”

Bruce nodded.  “Yeah.  I’ve noticed.”

“He likes to dress up.  He likes being tied up.  He likes humiliation.  Being called a little slut.  Being spat on.  Being spanked and slapped in the face.  Choked.  He likes it when I peg him and when I edge him.  You get the idea.”

Bruce looked over at Clint, who nodded.  “I know.  It’s weird.  I don’t know why I’m like that…”

Bruce shook his head, cutting Clint off.  “It’s not weird.”

“Did you want to try it?”  You asked.  “Is that why you were interested in the knife?”

Bruce swallowed.  “I don’t think… I don’t think he’d stay back.”

“So you're interested in being submissive?”  You asked.

“Yes… no.  Both… neither.”  He groaned and his neck tensed a little, a slight green tinge forming.

“Hey, hey.  What was that?”  You asked, cupping his jaw and looking into his eyes as they darted around the room.  “Am I upsetting you?”

He let his eyes meet yours and took a deep breath.  “No.  Sorry.  It wasn’t you.  It’s me.  I want to be what you both need.  And I want to try these things.  Not just what Clint does.  What you do to him.  But… he… won’t let me.”

“Bruce.  I know what you’re thinking.  And stop it.  We aren’t a triad because you’re not enough for either of us.  We’re a triad because we all love each other.”  You said firmly.  “I know the Hulk factor means you have to curb some of your desires but there might be ways to get around it.  Maybe you could watch?

Bruce looked between you and Clint.  “But that’s your special time.”

“Not this time,” you said.  “Do you want to watch?”

Bruce swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he chewed his bottom lip.  “Yes, please.”

You looked over at Clint who was now perched on the side of the chair, practically buzzing with excitement.  “What should we do?”

“Don’t wanna go too hard.  Hulk can get protective.”  Clint mused.

You chuckled.  “Yeah, remember that time he chased Bucky down 5th Avenue because he called you a lazy idiot?”

Clint laughed.  “Yeah, good times.”  He jiggled his foot as his mind ticked over.  “Okay,  Well the latex is a whole day event to get into.  So we might not do that now.”

You nodded.  As good as it felt having Clint rubbing against you, or eating you out through your latex catsuit, it was a two-man job getting in and out of it and you were worried in the time it took to get it on, Bruce would have over thought the whole thing.  “No.  I am not in a latex mood.”

“Light bondage, spanking, and a little humiliation?”  He asked.

You looked at Bruce.  “Sounds good to you?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, his voice cracking a little.

“Alright.  You said getting up.  “I’m going to get changed and set up a few things.  Clint, I want you naked on your knees and with your collar.”  Clint got up immediately and went straight to the bedroom.  You turned to Bruce.  “It’ll take a little while getting set up.  You can come with me if you like.  Wait in the room or just come in when you’re ready.”

“I think… I’d like to see you get ready.”  Bruce said.

You took his hand and led him in through the bedroom to the closet.  Clint was undressing in the bedroom his collar sitting on the side of the bed.   You closed the closet door and went to your underwear drawer.  “There’s a chest under Clint’s pile of t-shirts.”  You said.  “Take a look.  If there’s something you want us to use get it out.”

Bruce dug out the chest and started to look through the various devices you and Clint kept in there as you changed into a garter belt and stockings, knee-high boots and a form-fitting teddy that had a thick strips of fabric around the crotch, neck and running straight up the middle and thin spaghetti-like fabric that wrapped around you in bands all the way down, making it look like you were caged.

Bruce looked up at you and swallowed.  “I’ve never seen that before.”

“I didn’t know you’d be into it,” you said.  “Clint has a huge clothing fetish.  Not just what I’m wearing.  You’ve seen photos of his circus uniform.”

Bruce choked back a laugh.  “Yeah, some of those were weirdly revealing.”

“Yeah.  So it’s an easy way to get him excited.”  You said.   “Did you pick anything?”

“Umm… I like the idea of you with a crop.  And… I thought…”  He held up a set of weighted nipple clamps, a paddle, and a ring gag.

“My goodness, Doctor Banner.”  You said.  “Did you want the ring gag in case you get to fuck his mouth?”

He blushed and nodded.

“You are feeling brave.  Maybe grab me the strap on harness and a toy for it.  Lube and … those thick cuffs with the chains.”  You said.

Bruce did as he was asked and the two of you went back out to the bedroom.  Clint was naked and kneeling on the rug, his collar held in his hand.  He had his head lowered and he didn’t look up as you put some of the toys on the bedside table, you attached the shackles to the bed, and took a seat on the sofa and tapped the riding crop on your thigh.  “Did you want to sit with me, Bruce?”

Bruce nodded and took a seat next to you.

“Clint?”  You said, firmly.

“Yes, miss?”  He replied, not looking up.

“Are we using the traffic light system?”  You asked.

“Yes, miss.”

“Come here, please.”  You said

He crawled over to you as you spread your legs wide and when he reached you he kneeled in front of you and offered you his collar.  You took it and wrapped the piece of leather around his neck, and buckled it in place.  “Clint, what have I told you about leaving your t-shirts in a pile on the toy trunk?”  You asked as you slid the leather strap through the look that held it down.

“Not to,” Clint answered.

“So why exactly was it covered in your t-shirts?”  You asked and started to pinch one of his nipples.  It hardened under your touch.

“I’m sorry, miss,” he said and you snapped the crop on his ass.

“Filthy boy,” you scolded and attached the first of the nipple clamps.  “Aren’t you?”

He hissed and nodded his head.  “Yes, miss.  I’m filthy.”

“You’re going to have to put that mouth of yours to good use if you want anything from me tonight.”  You said moving to the other nipple.

“Yes, miss.  I will.”  He said as you attached the second clamp.  He hissed again and clenched his jaw.

You struck him on the ass again, the crop making a delicious swish crack sound.  “So do it!”

He buried his face between your legs, sucking at your cunt through the thin strip of fabric clothing it.  You snapped the crop on his ass again.  “Sloppy.  Focus, Clint!”

He groaned and arched his back, as he focused his mouth.  He pushed your underwear to the side and began to suck on your clit.  You leaned back and lifted your hips, grabbing his hair and pushing his face down into your cunt.  Bruce leaned over and kissed you, his hand tangling in Clint’s hair and tugging on it.  Clint groaned loudly and nipped at your clit.  His tongue swirled around your folds sending shivers through you.

You rutted your hips against his face, teasing his skin with the crop when he was doing well and flicking it against his ass when he lost focus.  You started to pant, pushing him harder against you and holding him there as he sent waves of pleasure through you, with a loud cry and arching your back you came on his face.

“That’s my good boy,” you hummed, putting your boot on his shoulder and pushing him back away from you a little.   You grabbed his chin and tilted his head up to face you.  “Look at you, filthy boy.  You’ve got me all over your face.”

He groaned and his fully hard cock jumped, a bead of precum forming on the head.

“Open your mouth, dirty boy.”  You growled.  Clint shuddered and opened his mouth and you spat into it.  He groaned and swallowed and his fingers flexed on his thighs.  Bruce took a sharp breath beside you and you turned and smiled at him.  “You like that, Bruce?”

Bruce swallowed hard and gave a sharp nod. 

“Shall we show Bruce how much you like being spanked, you dirty little slut?”  You asked.

Clint nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, miss.  I wanna show him.  Please spank me.”

You smiled and caressed his cheek.  “Get on the bed like a good boy.”

He crawled over to the bed and climbed up on it.  He lay down on his stomach with his arms over his head and his ass over the edge of the bed so his feet were on the ground.  He started to rut against the mattress and let out a low moan.  You got up and strode over to him, bringing your palm down hard on his ass.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry, sorry.  I’m so hard.”  He whined.

You struck him again.  “I don’t care what you are.  You wait.”

“Yes, miss.  I’m sorry.”  He whimpered.

You moved around to the other side of the bed and started to shackle his hands so they stayed in place.  You checked the bindings, making sure nothing was rubbing or too tight and then got up and ran your hand through your hair.  “Guess what, Clint?”

“What?”  He asked, sounding a little excited.

“Bruce said he might like to fuck your mouth.  Would you like that?”  You asked.  He groaned and rolled his hips on the mattress again.  You yanked his hair and pulled his head back.  “You’re going to get the paddle for that one.”  You snapped.  “Now, answer me, please.  Do you want him to do that or not?”

“Yes, please.  Please, Bruce.  I want you to fuck my mouth.”  He pleaded.

“I’m using a ring gag to keep your mouth open and ready for him when he’s ready.  That means you’re going to have to signal in sign language.  Okay?”  You said.  He nodded and showed you the sign for G, Y, and R to let you know he remembered.  “Good boy.  Open your mouth.”

He did as instructed and you fit the ring gag in place.  He started to pant in anticipation and you picked up the paddle.  You gently ran your palm over his ass, caressing the soft skin.  He hummed happily and bounced on his toes.  You brought the paddle sharply down on his ass cheek.

He grunted and his hands balled into fists for a moment.  You stroked your hand over the pink mark on his skin and he moaned loudly.  “Bruce, feel free to use him whenever you like.”  You said.

Bruce got up and came over tentatively as you struck Clint on his other ass cheek.  He moaned again and Bruce caressed his fingers over the muscles and scars on Clint’s back.  You spanked Clint’s ass four more times until the skin was bright pink.  In that time Bruce had taken his cock out and teased the head over Clint’s lips as Clint flicked his tongue out and licked at the slit.

You put the paddle down and caressed Clint’s ass as Bruce pushed his cock into Clint’s mouth.  Clint groaned and opened and closed his hands like he was reaching out to Bruce.  As Bruce began to slowly fuck Clint’s mouth, you put on the strap on and lubed it up.  You stepped up behind Clint, spat onto his asshole, and sunk the toy into Clint’s ass.

He groaned, the sound muffled by Bruce’s cock.  “Color, Clint.”  You said.

He pointed to the side with one finger.  The sign for G to let you know he was good and you started to fuck his ass.  Bruce leaned over and kissed you and mirrored your pace into Clint’s mouth.  You spanked Clint’s ass as you fucked it and kissed Bruce passionately.  Clint groaned and bucked between you.  He’d gag but each time either of you slowed he’d frantically sign ‘G’ again and you’d pick up your pace again.

Clint jerked suddenly under you and groaned as he came over the blanket.  You slowed your thrusting but Bruce maintained his pace.  As you slipped the toy from Clint’s ass Bruce jerked forward and released into Clint’s mouth.

Clint choked and tried to swallow, but as Bruce pulled out, his semen spilled down Clint’s chin.  “There you go.”  You praised, massaging Clint’s shoulders.  “You did so well, baby.  I think Bruce enjoyed you like that.”

“I did,” Bruce agreed, carding his fingers through Clint’s hair.  Clint gurgled happily and you started to release him from his bindings.  First taking the gag off and massaging his jaw and scalp.  Bruce unfastened his arms while you rubbed Clint’s shoulders and when he was free, he rolled over.

“How are my favorite boys both feeling after that?”  You asked as you massaged around Clint’s nipples, bringing the blood flow to them so it didn’t hurt too much taking the clamps off again.

Clint hummed happily.  He had the sleepy afterglow he got from the mix of adrenaline and endorphins that flooded his system when he subbed.  “Good.  Can we have a bath together?”

“Of course we can, Clint.”  You said.  “Did you like Bruce being here?”

“Mm-hmm.”  He hummed.  “It would be good to do it again like that.”

“I’d like that too, Clint,”  Bruce said, curling into him and kissing him softly.

“Ready for this, Clint?”  You asked.

Clint wrinkled his nose and nodded.  You unclipped one clamp and rubbed his pec vigorously.  He hissed and clenched his teeth. “Mother fucker!”

“Okay, next one.”  You said and repeated the process.

Clint cursed again and then curled up in your lap.  You stroked his hair with one hand and massaged Bruce’s scalp with the other.  Both men practically purred under your touch.  “Tell me, is there anything you didn’t like?”  You asked.

“I liked it all.  Especially when you were both fucking me.  I felt like I was gonna burst into flame,” Clint hummed.

“I don’t know.  Bruce said.  “It was different.  I don’t know if I can do more than that.  But I liked watching it.”  He said.

“Alright.  Let’s go take a bath and relax together for a while.  Then I’ll change the sheets and we can have a nap.”  You said.

“You think we can make love when we all wake up?”  Clint asked.

You leaned down and kissed him.  “I think I’d like that.”  You said.  “Making love to my boys is my favorite thing we do together.”

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[enchantedlokii]

Run

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, mentions of death

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark, Curtis Connors, Steve Rogers, FRIDAY, Bucky Barnes

Mentioned: Wanda Maximoff, Penelope (oc), Ned Leeds, Richard Parker, Mary Parker, Ben Parker, Pepper Potts

@whumptober2020 Day Nine: “Run!”

“She has to be around here somewhere,” Peter murmured under his breath, looking around for any sign of where Morgan could be. “I can feel it.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Maximoff,” Tony huffed, glancing back at the boy behind him. Despite the small smile, Peter could tell that he was being eaten alive in his mind. Peter didn’t blame him, either. He was almost as terrified as Tony was right now; because Morgan had been missing all evening.

“Her teacher didn’t see her leave with anyone?” Peter questioned. When Tony had called him and asked him to meet him on the Brooklyn Bridge, he had explained that Morgan wasn’t waiting at parent pick up that afternoon and that he had received a text from an unknown number that gave a clue as to where she might be. The only problem was that Morgan was a smart kid; a teenager now, actually, and knew not to leave with strangers. She knew the kind of danger she was in because of who she was, and she had never broke that rule before. She had to be careful even with her closest friends.

“Penny saw a man pushing her into his car,” Tony told him. Penny — Penelope was her real name, but they had always called her Penny — had been Morgan’s best friend since kindergarten. They were as close as Peter and Ned, having a sister-like relationship. He could imagine the girl was frantic right now after watching Morgan be kidnapped. “All we have is her description; a tall blonde man with one arm.”

“She couldn’t fight off a man with one arm?” Peter asked, raising a brow. “Did she not have her pepper spray?”

“I don’t know, Kiddo. I really don’t know,” Tony sighed. He started to speak again, but stopped as they reached a metal door. “Do you hear anything in here?”

Peter pressed his ear against the cool steel and listened carefully. “You are a psychopath, you know?” Yep, that was definitely Morgan. “Out of all people you decide to kidnap the daughter of an Avenger? I get it you want your spotlight moment, but that’s not a good idea.”

“She’s in here,” Peter told Tony, standing back. “Do you think your repulsors can take it down?”

“They should unless there’s any vibranium in it,” he said with a nod, lowering his faceplate. Peter leaped to the ceiling, ready to crawl inside and grab Morgan while her kidnapper was distracted.

The repulsors whined before a blast of energy shot out, effectively taking down the door. Peter felt his breath catch when he saw Morgan was strapped to a chair in the center of the room, several machines set up around her. What caught him by surprise was the familiar figure that turned to stare at them. “You!”

“Dad! Peter!” Morgan struggled against the straps on her wrists, trying to pull herself free. “This guy is crazy! He has a f*cking lizard fetish or something.”

“Language,” Peter snapped at his pseudo sister before he dropped to the ground. He turned to look at Tony behind him. “I’ll take care of him. You get Morgan out.”

“Kid—”

Peter ignored him, turning to face the scientist and pulling off his mask. “How dare you!” he cried, moving forward slowly. He grabbed the man’s shoulders and pushed him away from Morgan, towards the wall. “Is your goal to ruin my life or something?”

“I don’t even know who you are!” The man sneered.

“Oh, yes you do,” Peter barked. “You know me, Doc. Peter Benjamin Parker. Ring a bell?”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed as they filled with realization. “Richard and Mary’s boy.”

“You killed my parents!” Peter snapped, pushing the man against the wall once again. The man’s glasses fell to the ground, the frame snapping between the lenses. “You turned me into a monster! You-you’re the reason that my uncle is dead! And now-now that I’m finally happy you kidnap my sister?”

Peter shot a web at the man’s torso, strapping him to the wall. He turned long enough to see that Tony had broke Morgan out of the chair and was out of his suit, hugging her tight as he watched Peter with worried eyes. Peter blinked at him before turning back to the man. “Morgan’s right. You’re a psychopath!”

“Oh? But we’re you not the one that gave me the answer to your father’s formula?”

Peter froze, seeing the small device in the man’s hand, labeled with the Oscorp logo. Before he could react, the man was stabbing himself in the thigh. “No! No, Dr. Connors!”

“Pete? What’s going on?” Tony asked.

Peter turned, his eyes widening with horror. “Run!” he cried.

“And leave you here with this freak?” Tony snapped. “Are you crazy?”

“Go, Tony,” he said sharply. “Get Morgan out of here.” Tony didn’t respond at first and Peter heard a roar from behind. “Run!”

Tony reactivated his suit and picked Morgan up, holding her close as he started to run out of the room. The girl cried out in protest, trying to get him to stop. “Dad! Stop! You can’t leave him here!”

“Peter has superpowers. You don’t,” Tony told her, trying to keep his voice even. He wasn’t sure what this man had in mind, but he could see that it wasn’t something fun. It was obvious that Peter knew more about him that Tony did, and as much as he hated it, the boy was an adult now. He had more fight left in him than Tony, and he would be putting them all in danger by trying to help. “I’m taking you to Steve’s, then I’ll go back and help, okay? You shouldn’t be caught in the middle of this.”

“Just have FRIDAY send me a suit!” Morgan pleaded, hitting the back of her father’s suit with her balled fists. Even as strong as she was, she couldn’t even dent the metal. “Dad!”

Tony landed outside the apartment complex where Steve and Bucky lived and gently placed his daughter in front of him. “Sweetie, you know that I can’t do that,” he told her, bringing a gloved hand to her face and rubbing her cheek. “I can’t have both of my kids in danger, and Peter’s more equipped to fight than you are. He’s been doing this since he was your age.”

“Please, Dad,” Morgan begged, tears streaming down her face now. “He can’t— h-he can’t get hurt because of me. You have to let me help.”

Tony shook his head, walking up to the door and ringing the bell. He could see the look of surprise on Steve’s face as he saw him and opened the door. “Hey, is everything alright?” he asked. Tony could see Bucky sitting on the couch inside, looking up worriedly at Steve’s question.

“No, no, it’s not. I know it’s last minute, but I need you to let Morgan stay here for a bit. I have to go help Peter.”

“Completely fine. Want me to get some supplies ready? It’s closer than flying back to Manhattan.” Tony noticed Morgan tense up beside him at the assumption that they would be injured in the fight. He wanted to lie for her sake, but he honestly had no idea what they were going up against.

“Please,” he replied. He lifted his faceplate for a moment and bent over next Morgan. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, her voice shaking. He pulled her in close and kissed her forehead. “Please be careful.”

“I will,” he promised. “Be good. Call your mom for me and let her know you’re okay.”

Morgan nodded and he squeezed her tight before standing and backing away. He lowered his faceplate before launching himself in the air again. “FRIDAY, connect me to Peter’s suit. Now.”

“Yes, Boss,” FRIDAY replied. Within moments, the information from his suit was displayed on his screen and he could hear Peter panting over the comms.

“Tony?” he asked quietly. There was a small noise and Peter’s face appeared on his screen. His pupils were dilated and there were scratches on his cheek, but he was alive and breathing. That mattered more than anything.

“I’m on my way, Pete,” Tony assured him. “Are you alright?”

“He got away,” Peter wheezed. “H-he got away.”

“Okay. That’s okay. Where are you?” he asked. His screen showed that there were three large rips in the front of Peter’s suit and his oxygen was a bit lower than normal. He would be terrified if the boy’s heart rate wasn’t steady at 110. Whatever was wrong, he would survive until he got him and got help.

“I, um, I’m in the sewer?”

“In the sewer?” Tony asked, noticing the hesitance in his voice. He noticed the boy’s hair was wet and his heart dropped. “Please don’t tell me. . .”

“He tried to drown me with sewer water?” Peter coughed. “Yeah, sorry. Wouldn’t be a good way to go out, would it?”

“Good thing you’re not going to,” he replied, lowering himself to the ground and opening a manhole in the sidewalk. “Don’t worry, Pete. We can deal with the smell. As long as you’re okay.”

“I’ve had worse,” Peter told him, a small smile growing on his lips. “Not the first time someone’s tried to drown me.”

“Your chest okay?”

“It hurts, but it’s not too deep,” Peter replied. “I’m just worried it will get infected. Because, you know.”

“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” Tony assured him. “Hang tight, Kid. I’m almost there. Oh, and for the record. . .”

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to have a long talk about this whole self-sacrificial attitude you have going on. You’re lucky that I had to get Morgan out of there or you would be in huge trouble.”

Peter smirked at him through the camera. “Okay, Dad,” he teased. “Just trying to be like you.”

“Oh, you little. . .”

#whumptober2020 #no.9 #run #fandom #writing #marvel #mcu #avengers #irondad #spiderson #post endgame #peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #curtis connors #steve rogers #friday #bucky barnes #spider man #iron man #the lizard #captain america #winter soldier #white wolf

[etherealwaifgoddess]

Somewhere Only We Know

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Since joining the Avengers you can’t seem to get any alone time with Bucky. You take matters into your own hands and find a creative solution to get the handsome super soldier back in your arms.

Warnings/ Content: Referenced sex. It’s all off screen and nothing is blatantly stated. 

Dialogue prompt: “Pleeeeaaase, can we just step away for a little bit? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” 

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! This is my little entry for Lani’s 3rd Mysterious Writing Challenge for the oh-so-talented @propertyofpoeandbucky. She’s amazing ya’ll. If you haven’t read anything by her yet I *highly* recommend you go take a look at her stuff. I hope you enjoy this Lani!! Thank you for hosting such a fun challenge :) 

Somewhere Only We Know

(title from the song by Keane)

It wasn’t often you had time alone with Bucky. If it was up to the universe, you’d have none at all. Since joining the Avengers you found yourself constantly surrounded by various members of the eclectic group. Whether you were on missions or just lounging around the tower on your day off, there was always someone, most times multiple someones, around. It was like living in a college dorm all over again, and that was not an experience you were happy to repeat. Especially while you were trying to flirt with a certain centenarian ex-assassin. 

You’d had one blissful week together when Bucky came to recruit you. He’d found you in a crappy motel outside Philadelphia, hiding out after your powers had manifested on live TV in an almost horrific incident at a NFL game. A bomb had gone off during half time and you managed to get a protective force field around it in time for the bomb to implode inside the bubble without harming anyone. Of course, a girl with purple energy flowing around her who was able to save thousands of lives garnered a lot of attention from both the good guys and the bad ones. You had been on the run for two weeks when Bucky finally caught up with you. 

You were his first recruitment mission and he was determined to bring you in to join the team. You weren’t certain about being an Avenger but you were sure about getting him in bed. The super soldier’s thighs gave you a brand new appreciation of the word thicc. You’d spent the next six days enjoying each other’s company until Steve showed up, thinking he could help Bucky convince you to come back with them. You had never seen someone blush so hard their ears turned red. Steve was blessedly oblivious and you returned with them the next day.

After you returned to the tower with the guys your life had been a blur of training and practice. Bucky and you both agreed to keep what had happened to yourselves, not wanting it to potentially impact your ability to join the Avengers. You sparred with Nat, learned marksmanship from Clint, practiced controlling your powers with Wanda, jogged with Steve and Sam, and picked up a little basic first aid from Bruce. You knew it was important to be learning all that you could, to get yourself ready for the inevitable first mission, but you still missed Bucky. You’d barely get ten minutes alone with him at a time, never quite enough to make good use of it. 

It was a month into your training when you’d hit your limit. Bucky was too shy to slip off to your room at night, he was still sharing an apartment with Steve and his absence would be obvious. You started looking for out of the way places you might be able to slip off to unnoticed together. There were a few regular times that your day intersected with Bucky’s so you strategized when you would be able to make your move. You just hoped Bucky was still interested. Though the way he’d had to excuse himself last week when your shirt rode up while sparring with Nat seemed to indicate he was. 

You were cleaning up the kitchen after lunch, packing away the last of the leftovers, when Bucky walked into the room. He was still sweaty from his workout and the sight of his grey joggers riding low on his hips made your mouth go dry. It was now or never. “Hey Buck.” you greeted him with a welcoming smile. 

“Hey, Y/N. Are there any sandwiches left?” he asked while refilling his water bottle from the tap on the fridge.

“There are, or I could go show you the new wing of the bionics lab they’re building.” 

“What? I thought they’d stopped construction on that until Spring?”

“They did. But you see, it’s all the way up on the twenty second floor and no one ever goes up there.”

“Then why would we… oh.” Bucky’s eyes widened as he realized what you were implying. 

“Oh.” you echoed, nodding your head. “So what are you more hungry for, Barnes? The sandwich, or me?” 

Bucky blinked a moment at your blatant proposition before his brain got on board and you raced to the elevators. 

It became a habit, meeting up in the abandoned construction of what would eventually be an extension of Stark’s bionics lab. It was always frantic, heated, and absolutely amazing. You were dreading Spring’s arrival when you’d lose your hideaway. Hopefully by then your relationship would be able to be public. 

After an agonizingly long mission away, Bucky returned to the tower, tac gear covered in grime and still reeking of smoke. The second you locked eyes on him, you desperately wanted to get him alone. You wanted to help ease the tension in his shoulders and sadness in his eyes, take his mind off of whatever he had endured for a little while. 

Everyone was gathered in the common room while Tony gave a mission report to the rest of the team. It wasn’t ideal but you were undeterred. 

“Hey.” you whispered quietly to Bucky, knowing his super soldier hearing would pick up your words.

“Hiya, doll.” he answered, making sure his voice was just loud enough for you, and you alone, to hear.

“Wanna go up to our spot? They’ll never miss us.” 

“We should hang around ‘til Stark is done.” he whispered with a frown.

“Pleeeeaaase, can we just step away for a little bit? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” you begged, “We’ll be quick, they won’t even notice we’re gone.” 

Bucky sighed and you could tell he was relenting. 

You were exiting the elevators, ready to slip back into the common room unnoticed barely twenty minutes later. Tony’s debrief meetings were usually an hour, so you should have still had plenty of time. Bucky went first, phantom silent as he slid back to his place along the back wall of the room. You waited a heart beat before making your way back to your spot next to him. It should have been perfect, you had practiced your stealth moves with Nat and were getting pretty damn good. Unfortunately your best laid plans were all taken down by a chip. 

Clint had helped himself to a bag of potato chips from the snack bowl and he crunched into one loudly right as you appeared in the doorway. Everyone’s eyes snapped over to the source of the sound and saw your attempted sneaking in the background. It might not have been too suspicious if it weren’t for the smudge of soot on your neck and your deer in the headlights expression. The fact that you’d buttoned two of your blouse buttons wrong in your hurry was just icing on the cake. Bucky’s eyes widened in silent panic as he realized you were busted and he stayed frozen in place as you laughed nervously, eyes scanning the shocked expressions of your team mates. 

Finally, Tony cleared his throat. “Wow. Robo Cop and our own little Glow Worm.” he shook his head in amused disbelief, “Good job, Glow Worm. Robo Cop, don’t make me give you the shovel talk, capiche? Now, let’s get back to work.” 

Everyone else was too stunned to comment so you just slunk back to your spot next to Bucky. “So much for discrete.” you whispered with an apologetic smile. 

“It was inevitable.” he shrugged.

“At least we won’t have to sneak upstairs to fool around now.” 

“I don’t know, doll. I kinda like having somewhere only we know.” 

“Love birds!” Tony shouted, startling you both. “Do you want to pay attention to the class, or do you want to go back upstairs and keep defiling my almost-lab?” 

The two of you cringed in unison. 

“So much for that.” you chuckle quietly, nudging Bucky in the ribs. “Sorry Tony!” you shout back.

“Wait? What!? Were you really? I was just taking a stab in the dark there. Oh god, my new lab! FRIDAY, get a hazmat crew up to the twenty second floor, stat! And you two. Ohhh you, two. Please, I beg of you. Go make use of one of the many beds we have here at Avengers Tower, preferably your own.” 

Bucky blushed fiercely, his ears adorably on fire.

“I don’t want to see either one of you until noon tomorrow at the earliest. Go on now, shoo.” Tony waved his hands at you dismissively. 

“The boss said so.” you shrugged at Bucky with a flirty smile. 

Bucky grinned wolfishly at you, “Orders are orders.” he said before scooping you up in his arms. 

You let out a little squeak as Bucky carried you off and you could hear Tony resuming his debriefing in the distance. It wasn’t the most ideal way for the team to find out, but somehow you couldn’t seem to mind at all. 

#lanis3rdmysteriouswritingchallenge #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #marvel #Winter Soldier #Marvel Avengers #non cannon compliant

[riotwritesthings]

Kinktober 2019 Day 22

Temperature Play

WinterIron, E, 1.9k, monster sex..? | AO3

Okay, so everyone has already seen THIS ART, right?! I couldn’t get it out of my head, so here we are. (I’m so sorry I turned your beautiful art into porn.)

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Being Avengers means that all sorts of terrible shit happens to them on a regular basis. They get shot at, stabbed, blown up and kidnapped so often that it just counts as a normal weeknight by now. This, though, this is new.

"What the hell do you mean, 'should be' temporary?" Tony demands, arms crossed over his chest to show how unimpressed he is.

Doctor Strange just shrugs, completely unapologetic. "It means 'should be'. If you don't know what it was that he clumsily broke in a mysterious, ancient arctic shrine, then I can't possibly guarantee how long the effects will last."

"I am not thrilled with that answer," Tony says seriously. Stephen just snorts in amusement, and okay fine, maybe Tony can admit that he isn't at his most intimidating while being cradled in Bucky's giant arms like a particularly petulant child.

It can't be helped though, it wasn't until Tony just gave in and let himself be carried that Bucky finally stopped flashing his shiny new fangs at everyone, so here they are. "I fucking hate magic,” Tony mutters, and Bucky makes a contented rumbling noise.

Bucky has always had this annoyingly amazing way of making Tory feel small, making him feel wrapped up and completely protected. Now that Bucky has been cursed into some kind of oversized, half-Yeti frost creature, the whole thing has been cranked up to eleven.

He only actually grew maybe six inches or so taller, but he appears to have stayed proportional, and considering Bucky was pretty broad and bulky to begin with it makes quite the difference. Especially when taking into account the fangs, and the claws, and the giant horns. It all makes for quite the intimidating picture.

He's still Bucky, though, it's obvious in the way he rolls his eyes in fond annoyance at everyone's fretting, even if his pupils now glow an icy blue to match the new horns. He still laughs the same when Tony makes stupid puns, eyes crinkling up, even if the sound comes out deep and rumbling, even if his teeth are huge and sharp behind his lips. He's still adorably, infuriatingly overprotective, so when they finally make it back to the compound and Bucky carries him straight to their room Tony doesn't even try to protest. This probably not even the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him. Probably.

"We're going to need more blankets," is all Tony says as he finally wiggles his way free of Bucky's grasp, and Bucky makes a soft grumbling sound of agreement that really isn't all that different from the way he sounds first thing in the morning. Bucky has always run a little on the cooler side, probably a side effect of spending years in a freezer, has always loved latching onto Tony and leaching up his warmth. Now his skin is almost cold to the touch, his breath as icy as the chill coming off of his horns. Tony really doesn’t want to wake up sick because he was spooning with an abominable snowman all night, but he’s also not going to eve consider making Bucky sleep somewhere else, not when Tony has already caught him staring down at his clawed hand in horror, when he saw Bucky flinch at the sight of his own reflection. Bucky has enough issues with feeling like a monster before all of this and Tony refuses to let it get any worse, so he just grabs every blanket they have in the closet.

He’s halfway done spreading them all out across the huge bed when Bucky apparently gets bored with poking at the giant horns sprouted from his head and launches himself onto the bed as well, shaking the whole thing hard enough that Tony almost loses his balance. “Hey hey, watch it big guy,” Tony says with a laugh as a he continues awkward knee-walking a fleece throw across the king sized mattress, “I’m just trying to build a warm cozy nest for your frozen ass.”

“Tony,” Bucky says, low and growling as he plasters himself to Tony's back, "warm." He’ s down to one or two syllables at a time, and Tony’s not sure if that’s part of the curse or just because it’s hard to get words out around the giant teeth, but it’s not like Bucky had exactly been the chatty type before either. He says a lot more with his tone, the little twitches of his face, lays his heart bare with his actions if you just know what to look for. Tony knows how to read him, weird yeti-curse be damned.

“I keep telling you snowflake, you’re the one who’s cold," Tony says, just like he always does when Bucky wraps himself around Tony and starts stealing his warmth. "Extra cold, now, because you just couldn’t resist poking the glowing ice wall.”

Bucky whines low in his chest, like he’s pouting, and Tony laughs again. “Warm,” Bucky sighs out happily, leaning heavier against Tony’s back until Tony topples forwards, has to catch himself on his hands, and then his already low voice drops even further as he rumbles out “sweet.”

Tony flushes hot, a sharp contrast to Bucky’s chilled bulk pressed all up against him, and oh, okay, apparently they’re doing this, and Tony is only a little surprised to find he’s more than okay with it. He gasps when one of Bucky’s huge hands lands on his hip, fingers splayed wide, and tugs Tony back into the open spread of Bucky’s thick thighs.

“Oh,” Tony gasps again as he finds Bucky’s already hard cock pressed snug against his ass, “okay, yeah, we are totally doing this, do you maybe want to get naked, or- fuck!” Tony loses about half of his brain power as Bucky’s sharp claws rip right through his shirt, tips barely brushing down the skin of his chest and leaving all sorts of amazing tingling chills in their wake. “Fuck,” Tony groans, shoving himself back against Bucky and shuddering as Bucky’s cold breath washes down over his chest, his nipples tightening up so fast that it makes him whimper. “Hold on, hold on, I got the pants,” Tony protests when Bucky’s hand shifts down, leaning forward a little so he can impatiently wiggle his pants and boxers down to his knees.

Bucky apparently takes the opportunity to rip his own pant open, because when he tugs Tony back in his cock presses cool and hard against Tony’s bare ass. Bucky growls low at the contact, practically a purr, and dips his head down to run his tongue along the line of Tony’s throat, wet and icy cold. Tony can’t help the loud, shuddering moan that bursts out of him and he’s not sure if it’ s the chill or the inherent danger of having those fangs and claws so close to his skin, touching him so gently, but Tony can feel every slight brush like a live-wire, sparking off his every nerve.

“Oh yeah, we can totally work with this,” Tony groans, shifting a little so they line up against each other just right, Bucky’s cock intimidatingly huge as it slides along his crack and Tony is a little terrified of the hard bolt of lust that hits him low in the gut, terrified of how badly he wants that inside him. Part of Tony hopes that whatever this curse is wears of sooner, rather than later, before he works up the nerve to actually try it, but most of him is already mentally drooling at the thought of being stretched that wide, completely filled, completely surrounded. “God, fuck, oh honey, that is- sized you up all over, huh?” Bucky makes a sound almost like a laugh and Tony groans again as it vibrates all through him.

“So warm,” Bucky growls, drops his metal hand to the bed beside Tony’s for leverage and then grinds himself against Tony hard, “Tony. Tony.” They work up a pretty good rhythm like that, Bucky thrusting his monster cock against Tony’s ass, sliding over his achingly empty hole, panting cold over Tony’s shoulder and chest and jolting Tony forward with every hard shove.

“Yes, fuck, just like that honey,” Tony moans shamelessly, arching his back and pressing back into every rolling thrust of Bucky’s hips against him. He gasps out another shaking cry when one of Bucky’s huge hands moves from Tony’s thigh to his cock, covering it almost completely with his wide palm, keeping his wicked claws out of the way and giving Tony something to grind against. Tony doesn’t waste any time, Bucky’s cool skin both a welcome relief and a horrible tease against his burning, throbbing skin, and Tony cries out again as he finds himself grinding forward into Bucky’s palm and then shoving back against Bucky’s cock, thoroughly pinned and writhing with it.

“Yes, Tony,” Bucky groans back, the sound vibrating through Tony’s back and making him shake, moving faster. “Sweet, oh,” he opens his mouth wide around the curve of Tony’s shoulder, tiny pinpricks at he just rests those sharp teeth against Tony’s skin, equal parts threat and promise.

“Bucky!” Tony wails, lifts one arm to reach back blindly. He’s vaguely aiming to grab a handful of Bucky’s hair, but ends up grabbing the base of one of his horns instead and decides to just go with it, the horn freezing and slightly tingly under his hand as Tony tugs hard, pressing Bucky’s cold mouth tighter to his skin. “I want you to fuck me like this,” Tony gasps out, nearly mindless, “god, just split me open- fuck- oh!”

Bucky growls loudly and comes, his hand over Tony’s cock holding him firmly in place as Bucky ruts against him almost frantically. Tony gasps, deep and loud and every spurt of Bucky’s come over the small of his back is like a splash of ice water. Tony’s own orgasm hits him like a sucker punch, leaves him moaning helplessly, shaking and shivering and imagining what it would feel like for Bucky to come inside him, chilling him from the inside out and impossible to ignore.

“Oh, fuck,” Tony sighs, finally letting go of Bucky’s horn as his palm starts to go numb and letting his head hang low. “I meant it, I totally meant it,” he says even as he starts to shiver harder, the warmth of his arousal starting to fade. “I don’t care how much prep it takes, I don’t care if I can’t walk for a week, you’re totally gonna fuck me with that thing.” Bucky makes that low, curious noise he always makes when he's helplessly turned on but also a little concerned, and Tony laughs softly. “Maybe after I warm up a little, too,” Tony adds as another shiver works it’s way through him. Bucky’s come is starting to warm up against his skin, but Bucky himself is stil a giant heatsink pressed all up against Tony’s back.

Bucky makes another soft noise, much more concerned, and between one breath and the next Tony finds himself sprawled out on his back, stripped the rest of the way out of his pants, and then thoroughly wrapped up in a blanket. Before Tony has time to protest Bucky is flopping down half on top of him, apparently ready to go right to sleep and hey, at least he doesn't seem to be freaking out about the whole half-yeti thing anymore.

“Honey, I am going to be so crusty by morning,” Tony tries to point out, but Bucky is just snuggling in against him, careful of his horns, and purring loudly. “Fine, fine, that can be morning Bucky’s problem,” Tony says with a fond sigh, and wiggles to make himself a little more comfortable, yawning as he settles in to sleep. “Goodnight, winter wonderland,” he says and gets a louder purr in reply.

#kinktober2019 #winteriron #starkbucks #buckytony #tonybucky #fanfic

[storiesandgarbage]

Broken (Part 1)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Style: 2 part story // Part 2 here

Warnings: Mentions of broken bones, blood, fighting, swearing. Fluffy. Sweet Bucky is Sweet

Summary: After you’re injured on a mission Bucky takes care of you. Inspired by a writing prompt: “Are you gonna save me?”

A/N: Hi lovelies! I wrote this nice little two part story. I stumbled across the prompt in a list and this is where my imagination took me! If you want to be tagged in the second part or just in my work in general please please please let me know! Enjoy!

“Oh, fuck,” you exclaimed at the searing pain in your arm. The burly guard you had just taken down took you with him, twisting your arm under his weight in a way that was certainly not natural. You attempted to stand but felt a rush when you moved too fast. The pain began to make your vision spotty.

“It’s broken,” you murmured to yourself, looking to the arm in question, which hung by your side the hand facing the wrong direction. You sighed, pushing yourself off the ground with the remaining good arm.

“What’s broken?” A chorus of frantic voices all asked at once. You focused on the noise and it kept you grounded to where you were. The pain threatening to pull you under and make you lose consciousness.

“My arm,” you hissed as you tried to pick it up and examine it more thoroughly. You glanced around to make sure you weren’t gaining any company and when you determined it was safe you pulled out a knife and cut some fabric from the guard’s shirt to fashion a sling. Served him right for breaking your arm.

“What’s your location, Y/N,” Bucky’s tight voice rang out in your ear. You didn’t answer right away, distracted by your attempt at making the sling.

“Y/N, where are you?” Bucky’s voice came through again.

“Fourth floor?” You said it like a question, you were pretty sure that’s where you had last been but things were hazy in your mind. You finally got the sling tied, wanting to start moving as soon as possible. You were sure your whimpers of pain were audible over the comms unit but you struggled to care. Looking tough was the last thing on your mind when the rest of the team was still fighting which meant no one was coming to your rescue. You were going to have to get back to the quinjet on your own.

“I’ve got her tracker on the third floor, far side of the building,” You silently thanked Tony for double checking your hazed response to Bucky’s question.

“Y/N, I’m coming for you, stay put.” Bucky’s voice over the earpiece was like an angel. Your body cried in relief as you sat down immediately up against the far wall of the room you were in. You weren’t going to have to get yourself back, Bucky was coming for you. You held your semi-automatic across your lap and said a quick prayer that no more henchmen would find you. The gun though you loved it dearly was quite heavy and really required two hands. Not to mention your dominant hand that typically held the trigger was currently cradled against your body in the makeshift sling.

A few breaths later Bucky was in the room. “Buck,” you smiled lazily at him, the pain making you delirious, “are you gonna save me?”

“Of course I am sweet girl,” Bucky stooped low next to you, quickly examining your arm, “God you’re a walking train wreck aren’t you?”  He said this more to himself than to you as he lifted you off the ground. He froze momentarily when he felt a wet spot on your thigh where his hand held onto you.

“Y/N, it was just your arm that was injured right?” You tried really hard to think about it, but the longer time dragged on the more woozy you felt.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as the memory finally came back, “Some dick did stab me, but I was doing fine after that. I’ve been stabbed before James.” You laughed at yourself but Bucky didn’t seem willing to return the favor as he carried you quickly down the stairs.

“My arm hurts,” you sighed looking down at it, “Buck, I’m tired. I’m just gonna rest my eyes.”

“No, no, Y/N, you’ve lost a lot of blood. You’ve gotta stay awake for me.” Bucky tried to shake you and keep you awake while he kept moving toward the quinjet. “Keep your eyes open for me,” he begged and you tried to hang onto the sound of his voice but falling out of consciousness was like falling asleep. And you were so tired.

The last thing you heard were Bucky’s continued pleas: “No, sweet girl, hang on for me, I can’t lose you, come on Y/N.” Then, the world went black.

“If she’s going to be okay as you claim then WHY hasn’t she woken up yet?” Tony’s voice registered in your ears. He sounded upset.

“It’s been TWO days,” there he was again, “when is she going to wake up?”

Two days? Who needs to wake up? You were trying to process when you realized your eyes were closed. You took care in opening them to the light, it was blinding at first but when you focused you realized you were in the med bay. Memories of the mission came flooding back, you looked to your arm which was in a thick cast. Great, you thought to yourself, I’m going to be out for a month with this damn thing.

You felt pressure in your other hand and turned to see Bucky sleeping in the chair next to your bed, he held your hand even in sleep and your heart fluttered at the sensation. Smiling, you pulled your hand away from his and ran your fingers through his hair. The sensation startled him and he sat up, blinking quickly before registering that you were awake.

“Y/N!” He yelled and stood up, embracing you. Tony heard the commotion and came quickly to your side. Not long after, the rest of the team followed suit. They explained that the knife wound you received left you pretty well injured before you broke your arm. The blood loss seemed to have been your downfall because after you were rushed into surgery to repair your arm, you hadn’t woken up.

“We took turns sitting with you,” Thor declared, smiling from ear to ear now that he knew you were okay, “but the good Bucky refused to leave your side.” You turned your head to look at Bucky who just blushed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Buck,” you scolded, “you didn’t have to stay with me.”

“I know, but I needed to know that you were okay, that they were taking care of you.” Bucky revealed this in a low tone. Words only meant for you but that the rest of the team heard.

“Well, thank you all, for taking care of me.” Your words were sincere. The team was the only family you truly had, without them, you were nothing.

Everyone took their turns giving you hugs and well wishes before the doctors came in to examine you. Bucky stayed by your side the entire time even when everyone else left and when the doctors told you that you were clear to go back to your room Bucky put you in a wheelchair and took you there himself.

Upon arrival he took you straight to the bathroom at your request when you stood and looked in the mirror you gasped in shock.

“Did no one even attempt to clean me up?” You hair was knotted and sticking out in different directions, every visible part of your body was covered in dirt and you were pretty sure you smelled not so lovely.

“We figured you would be opposed to a sponge bath,” Bucky chuckled watching you try to brush the knots from your hair. When you gained some ground there you hobbled to the bathtub and began running the water. You added bubble bath and inhaled the scent deeply.

“I, uh, guess I’ll take my leave then,” Bucky said awkwardly and began to exit the room.

“Buck, wait.” You called to him and he halted his movements, turning to look at you once more. “I don’t think I can get in the tub myself, these don’t feel very good.” You gestured to the stitches on your thigh, just beneath the hospital gown you were still wearing.

Bucky blushed, he was going to have to put you in the tub? His heart raced at the thought.

“Maybe I should go get Natasha or something?” Bucky tried to get himself out of the situation, even if he believed it was innocent for you, he would not be able to ignore the weak feeling in his knees which came with the thought of your nakedness.

“Buck, come on,” you whined, “you’re already here, I need to sit down.” You said it with such finality. He knew there was not going to be any negotiation. You motioned for him to turn around and you pushed your underwear down until they fell on the floor, you used your bad leg to try and kick them out of sight.

“Okay,” you said, “I’m ready.” Bucky came over to you and scooped you into a cradle, lifting you up and over into the steaming water that was brimming with bubbles. Bucky turned again once he was sure you were steady and let you slip out of the hospital gown, he tried desperately hard to not look at you while he helped you into a sitting position.

“James Buchanan Barnes, are you blushing?” You teased him, which only caused his cheeks to grow warmer as he took a seat next to the tub in the desk chair he picked up from your room. He had made it this far, no sense in leaving now.

You laid back, careful to keep your cast out of the water and tried to relax. Dipping your head under the water to get your hair wet you absently wondered how you were going to thoroughly wash your hair with only one hand. Even if you wrapped your cast in a bag to keep it from getting wet you had no way to use your fingers. You entire arm was essentially just a club.

Bucky seemed to think of this as well, after watching you sit and try to fumble with the shampoo bottle he gently took it from your hand. You flipped your head around to face him, bewildered as to why he stole your shampoo.

“Relax,” he commanded when he saw your wide eyed expression, “I’m just washing your hair.” You began to protest, not wanting more help than you had already gotten from him but he quickly silenced you. “Just let me do this for you doll.” His words worked as a silencer, your heart fluttering in your chest at his sweet nickname for you. Gods above you loved that man, even if he never returned the feelings you couldn’t help the way your heart soared at the thought of him. You closed your eyes as me massaged your scalp, sighing in contentment.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s heart was racing. He combed his fingers carefully through the knots that had found home in your hair, he couldn’t help but notice the way your knees stuck out of the bath water or the fact that your body was only kept from his view thanks to the bubble bath you had added to the water. His body yearned for you in a way that he couldn’t recall ever feeling before. He wanted to be close to you, hold you, love you, and be loved in return.

He reached for the detachable spray hose on the tub and gently washed the soap from your hair. After he was done you did your best to scrub your body free of any remaining dirt then you sat until the bubbles began to dissipate.

“Alright, time to get out,” you said, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He helped you stand and then handed you a towel, carefully averting his eyes the entire time. When you were sufficiently wrapped he lifted you out of the tub and walked you into your room, placing you on the bed. He turned to the dresser and picked out a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies which you had stolen long ago and tossed them to you, letting you get dressed.

“Now, I ordered take out for us,” Bucky said, standing at the foot of your bed, “but you are on strict r&r until further notice. No exceptions, don’t even try arguing with me.” Bucky caught your expression before you could even get any words out. You laid back on your pillow and pouted. You weren’t one for idle time and being sentenced to bed rest was a fate worse than death.

“Will you at least hang out with me so I don’t die of boredom?” You asked Bucky, smiling and knowing full well that he wasn’t going to leave you alone to be bored.

“Of course sweet girl, wouldn’t want to spend my time with anyone else.” His tone was playful but you wondered if there wasn’t something more there by the way he looked into your eyes when he said it.

Bucky left the room to meet the delivery driver at the front of the compound. You cuddled under your blankets and picked out something for you both to watch on Netflix while you waited for him to come back. He returned a few moments later with arms heaping full of food.

“I figured you may be hungry,” he said sheepishly, “you haven’t eaten in three days.” You just laughed at the sight of him. He sat down a pizza box as well as several Chinese food containers. There was even a bag with French fries in it. He handed you a can of your favorite drink and plopped down on the bed next to you. He lifted up the covers so that you could share and scowled at the sight of your stitches.

“It’s okay Buck, I’m okay,” you said as you reached your good hand to smooth a hair out of his face. His only response was to place a kiss to his fingertips and then gently touch those fingertips to your stitches. He had picked up the habit from you, you picking it up from your mother who had always healed all of your injuries with that simple action. You smiled at him as he met your eyes.

“All better?” He asked.

“All better,” you took in the sight around you. Surrounded by your favorite foods and your favorite person, comfortable and safe and you couldn’t help the words that spilled out of your mouth next.

Bucky’s eyes widened at the sound of those words coming from you. It was an innocent enough notion, something you said all the time, but you meant every syllable: “I love you, James Barnes.”

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[cinema212]

A Night I Won’t Forget.

This is for #beeswritingchallenge. Let’s see how this goes!

Prompt: I may or may not have fucked up./Judging by the sheer amount of blood I am going to go with may.

A/N: This is for @denialanderror writing challenge Congrats on 2k!! this is based on an actual life event that happened to my dumbass one armed brother.

Warnings: blood, dumbassery, fluff (is that really a warning?) and swear words.

Pairing:Bucky X Reader.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky could not wait for Y/N to get home. She has been working so hard as of late, running late night missions with Nat, going over strategy for larger missions with Steve, and filling out mission reports till the wee hours of the morning. On top of everything she still made time for Bucky, soothing him from his nightmares and helping him adjust to life with only one arm. T’Challa had passed along that Shuri was working on his new arm and it should be ready in the next few days. To celebrate the wonderful news and to give Y/n a well deserved treat Bucky decided that he was going to make a home cooked meal. “How hard could it be?” Bucky said to himself.

Bucky walked into the kitchen after a workout to see what ingredients he would need for tonight’s meal. He decided on cheeseburgers, salad, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. “Friday? What time will Y/N be home this evening?” Bucky asked looking at the clock. “Miss Y/n is en route with Captain Rogers from Germany they should be returning to the tower at 7:00pm.” Replied the AI. “Perfect! Thanks Friday!” Bucky said. Seeing as it was only 2:00pm Bucky placed the order with Friday for the needed ingredients and then went upstairs to shower and change. When he was washing away the sweat of his workout Bucky’s thoughts traveled back to Y/N. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to have someone as thoughtful, kind, and caring as you. You were constantly placing others before yourself and Bucky wanted to give you this night to show you that all of your hard work was valid and meant something to him.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed a towel off the rack drying himself off. He caught a glimpse of himself in the fogged up mirror. He stopped for a moment and wiped the glass clear with his hand. He took stock of the man he saw. This man was so different that the one what he had been before. There was color and fullness in his cheeks again, light in his grey blue eyes, the bags were still there but not as dark or as heavy as they were in the past. His gaze traveled down to the scarring on his left shoulder. He took a deep breath and took time to take in the marred stump where his clavicle of flesh and bone met the metal ball and socket of the shoulder. Running his fingers along the lines of raised skin he sighed, guilt and sadness tugging at the back of his mind. Then he remembered how your lips traced the every same skin with such tenderness the very memory had tears springing to his eyes. Shaking the thoughts away Bucky looked back at the reflection of his face in the mirror and realizing that for the first time in a very long time he was happy and that maybe, just maybe, he deserved a little of it.

By the time he dried himself and dressed himself in a pair of dark jeans and the red Henley Y/n loved so much he saw that it was only 2:30.Bucky set his alarm for 3:00 so he could hopefully get a power nap in before setting up to cook for this evening. Turning on the Tv Bucky laid himself on the couch and closed his eyes.

Blinking awake, Bucky woke feeling surprisingly well rested “Well at least now I understand why Sam is constantly going on about the power of a good nap”

Bucky said to himself. Sitting up he stretched his arm above his head and stopped short. The clock on the wall said 5:52. “WHat the FuCK?” Bucky yelled as he dashed into the kitchen. “Friday, why didn’t you wake me up I set my alarm for three o’clock” Said Bucky shucking corn like a mad man (which with one arm is incredibly difficult to do) “Sergeant Barnes you set your alarm for Three am. I was simply following your instructions.” “Shit, Okay. Thanks Friday. What’s Y/n ETA?” Asked Bucky as he placed a large pot of water on the stove to boil “Miss Y/n and Captain Rogers should be arriving in approximately 40 minutes.” “Fucking hell!!” Now rushing to make sure that everything would be perfect Bucky finished shucking the corn and placed them in the pot of boiling water. He decided that with the time cut short baked potatoes would be a better choice. While the potatoes and corn were cooking Bucky pulled th ingredients for the salad out of the fridge and began to toss them together. When the salad was done he placed in back in the fridge and checked the time. He had about twenty minutes left to get everything together and then it hit him. “I FUCKIGNFORGOT TO THAW THE BURGER PATTIES” Heating up the grill top Bucky pulled the patties out of the freezer laying out a frustrated groan when he felt just how frozen they really were. The timer for the potatoes and the corn went off and Bucky set the patties under running water to try to get them to thaw as he tended to the other foods. “Sergeant Barnes, I wanted to inform you that Miss Y/N and Captain Rogers will be landing in 12 minutes.” Chimed Friday’s voice for over head. “Great just great” said Bucky who was frantically trying to drain the corn and pull the potatoes out of the oven at the same time.

Y/N POV

Y/N sat in the copilot seat on the jet slowly dozing in and out of sleep. The mission in Germany was not difficult but it was a lot of sitting and scouting. Thankfully their target had decided to make a move earlier than anticipated which allowed you and Steve to get a head start headed back home. Y/n felt so relieved at the idea of getting home, taking a nice hot shower and curling up to binge watch Stranger Things with Bucky.

Steve gently shook Y/N awake when they were touching down at the compound. “Y/N? Doll? Wake up, we’re home.” “Thanks Steve” came a sleepy reply. Gathering your bag onto your shoulder you exit the off ramp into the hangar. You notice immediately the absence of a certain brunette super soldier. “Well that’s just rude’’ you huff. Steve chuckles beside you “don’t worry doll he and Sam are probably just working out all of that pent up sexual tension between them.” You gasp in mock horror “was that a sex joke from Americas Sweetheart? You should be ashamed!” You both are laughing still by the time you reach the common areas. “Well Y/N, debrief in 30? I’m going to head up and shower then meet you in the conference room.” Asked Steve before parting ways. “Sounds good Cap. I’m going to get some water then look for that man child of mine.” As you say your goodbyes and make your way to the kitchen you are stopped dead at what you see.

Bucky. Patties. Blood. Everywhere.

Bucky is in the process of tying his belt around his left leg a deep gash on his upper thigh. “What the HELL HAPPENED!” Bucky froze when he heard your voice, slowly raising his gaze “Y/N…. I was just … I made…” He took a deep sigh “I may or may not have fucked up.” You huff incredulously “Well, judging by the sheer amount of blood I’m going to go with may!!”

You rush over to Bucky helping him onto the counter and tightening the belt around his thigh as much as you can. “Shit buck, how did this happen? Don’t answer that right now. We have to stop the bleeding. Friday, call Cho and have her meet us downstairs as soon as possible and let Steve know that I cant debrief tonight.”

An hour later and the bleeding has stopped and the serum in Bucky’s body already doing its job. Dr. Cho had mentioned the fact that he had severed one of the main veins that lead to the artery. Thankfully she was able to mend the vein and stitch Bucky up quickly. Now back in your shared room he sat silent, shoulders slumped and looking absolutely defeated. You stand at the door to your bedroom looking at a very forlorn Bucky. “Buck, talk to me. What happened tonight?” Moving to sit behind him on the edge of your bed you wrap your arms around his waist, your chest to his back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Taking a deep breath Bucky explained what he had planned this night to be for you. “I wanted to show you just how much I love you and how much I see that what you are doing is important.” Taking your hand in his he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand your fingers twining together. Then he explained the over sleeping and how he had to rush to get things finished. “Okay” you interrupt, “but that still doesn’t explain the murder scene I walked into.” Laughing softly to himself and shaking his head “honestly it wasn’t my smartest moment, Doll.” You pull away from him and move so you can look him dead in the eye. “James Barnes, this is not funny. You were seriously hurt and is scared the shit out of me! Tell. Me. What. Happened.” Raising his hand to your cheek he took in the look of desperation and urgency in your eyes and very seriously said “I stabbed myself in the leg trying to separate hamburger patties.”

You blinked twice. “What?” “I stabbed myself in…” “nonono I heard that part” you say placing a finger over his lips to silence him. “How did you even get the knife that close to your leg?” Bucky reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Well when the hamburger patties are being squeezed by the thighs of betrayal and the knife slips it can actually happen fairly easily.”

Your jaw drops. You don’t know wether to laugh or cry or be angry. Pulling yourself away from Bucky you began to pace at the end of your bed. Bucky turned to face you “Doll I …” you put a hand up to stop him “Don’t you dare say a word. That is by far the DUMBEST reason to get stabbed. And I don’t know wether to throw another knife at you, burst into tears, or laugh my ass off and that’s a very confusing place to be in.”

Bucky decides for you, he starts laughing. As much as you try to fight it you start laughing too and before you know it you both are wiping the tears from your eyes next to each other on your bed. Bucky wraps his arm around your waist pulling you into his chest “I’m sorry I ruined tonight Y/N. I really did want to make it a special occasion for you.” “Well it is definitely a night I won't forget” you say pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You gasp suddenly and giggle “wait till Sam finds out!” Bucky rolls his eyes “Ugh, don’t remind me.” He groans. “I love you Bucky Barnes. Please don’t make stabbing yourself a regular thing.” You whisper as you snuggle into his chest. The response you got was a deep echoing grumble from Bucky’s stomach and you both burst into giggles once more. “I love you too Y/N. Now I have been meaning to ask you this since we got back to the room.” You pull back with a quizzical look on your face.And with that shit eating grin you love to hate he asks

“Pizza or Chinese?”

End.

[justanotherbuckydevotee]

lostmyhead - part 1

Word Count: 1,850 words Prompt : Lovecraftian – Horrible and indescribable platonic love. Or in which you don’t know how to deal with your emotions. Warning(s):  Sad stuff in the beginning, then some badly written fighting scene. Mentions of blood. My attempt at violence.  A/N: This is my entry for @hellomissmabel‘s 2k Birthday Celebration. Thank you for letting me join! This my first action stuff so please be kind with your criticisms (of which I want to know!). It’s also not proofread sorry. Happy reading! 

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A soft touch on your shoulder jolts you back to reality. Your body, trained to be distrustful on instinct, grabs the threat’s wrist before swiftly moving to their back, pulling their whole arm behind them forcefully.

“Hey, it’s just me” came a voice, a familiar voice. For a moment all you could see was the distance between you and the drawer that held all your guns, forgetting that you’re just in the Quinjet waiting for the others to join you.

You halted your movement, tensed shoulders relaxing as you release a sigh. “Sorry” you mumble, freeing your hold of Bucky before you settle back to your seat, feeling his gaze at the back of your neck. You move to your ammo bag that’s situated on your seat, unzipping and taking out the contents as something to do.

You hear the faint footsteps of his boots, an intentional movement to let you know he’s right next to you. You’re hyper aware that he’s standing just at arm’s reach, the heat of his body almost radiating in the cool air of the hangar.

“What’s going on?” he asked softly as if you both were sharing a secret. Blue eyes bore into yours, an intense clear blue-grey, sharp yet tender as he leans closer. “Talk to me” he continues with a low voice when you’ve yet to answer him. Worried eyes locked with your blank stare.

He takes another step closer, taking his hand over to yours in order to stop you from digging through your bag aimlessly.

It’s a simple action, but the aftermath of it isn’t. It manages to send every alarm in your brain blaring, the voices in your head whispering angrily to run but your heart. Oh, your heart. It is begging you to savior the simplicity of such an innocent action, jumping slightly from the contact before settling back to its quiet beats. It’s making your body torn between yanking your hand away or to let it be, making your body scream at your inner turmoil to make a decision.

This is dangerous, (y/n) the voice in your head hisses. It’s rationality speaking.

You pull your hand away from his, pretending to bring a box of ammo over to your weapon compartment. “I’m just nervous for this mission, I guess” you say to him as you walked over, pulling a drawer with your name on it and taking out your favorite firearm.

“It’s going to be okay. Besides” he tells you just as he stands next to you again before continuing “You’ve got the best partner there is” with a smirk.

You could let out a small laugh before nodding, just as the rest of the team begin to appear from the distance and onto the ramp of the private aircraft.

Throughout the whole flight, you keep to yourself, trying your hardest to avoid Bucky so the unfamiliar confusion between your heart, mind and body wouldn’t appear again. You can’t afford to be distracted, not when the mission objective is to get a high-ranking member so he could be detained, questioned and sentenced for prison.

You weren’t going to let these emotions swirling inside of you whenever Bucky’s even near you get the best of you.

You take the small earpiece from the open palm of Bucky’s hand, pushing it into your ear as he begins to speak to a device tucked in his sleeve, making sure your comms are working properly.

“T minus 10 minutes” Clint informs as he operates the jet alongside Natasha, looking at a screen beside him. You stand up from your seat and begin to count the amount of weapons you have.

The belt around your waist is secured with ammos, thigh holsters holding your trusted pistols, the hidden pockets of your tactical suit hiding more guns and a selection of knives. You’re in the middle of running your hands along your calves, bending forwards and patting to ensure that the extra knife you concealed was there safely, when a hand brushed past the small of your back. Immediately you snap your head to see who it was.

“You need to relax, woman” smirks Natasha. You hadn’t even realized she’d unbuckled from her seat and made her way to you. She pulls her compartment, pulling out her electrocution bracelets, taser disks and other gadgets before tucking in a few of her hand guns.

You can physically feel the Quinjet slowing down, making Steve walk over to the side of the ramp, repeating the plan yet again; Sam will be up for aerial coverage, with Clint over-looking the grounds for when it’s time to move out. Natasha and Steve are the ones in charge of getting the person of interest while you and Bucky cover for them.

It was a standard operation that you’ve done a thousand times and more. It wasn’t any different from any of your previous missions –ones that you’d led yourself and ones you’ve had the pleasure of working with your team mates.

Standard.

Easy.

You breathe in deeply, closing your eyes as you did so. You needed to be professional on the field and handle whatever it is you’re feeling once everything was done and dusted. Exhaling slowly, you pushed any lingering emotions away, making your way to the ramp that was slowly being unlocked just as Clint lands it smoothly.

Bucky’s already standing there with a rifle in his hand, looking at you next to him. With a simple nod, the both of you walk out of the safety of the jet and make your way to the gated building. 

Did you say it was easy?

Nope.

The mission was far from easy.

Throwing a quick punch to your assailant’s throat, you heard the satisfying sound of his choked breath, before ultimately shooting him squarely on his chest. Before his body could hit the ground, you grabbed him by his neck, using him as your shield just as more agents came from around the corner. Thankfully your training with both Clint and Bucky paid off, having managed to fire a round of bullets to each of them.

The sound of whirring from behind made you turn, seeing just in time your partner throwing a punch that thundered around you. You’re definitely grateful not to be at the receiving end of that punch, seeing how such a blow managed to throw even the people behind the unfortunate agent.

Distant echoes of footsteps made you grab your gun from its holster, raising it just as more agents came charging at you.

All hell broke loose after that. Everything’s happening all at once as adrenaline kicked in, and you’re fighting mercilessly against so many foes, shooting, throwing punches and kicking your way through them all. Your ears are ringing with so many frantic voices overlapping one another as your team members shout warnings to retreat

“It’s a trap” Steve grunts. “Get back now!” he barks after the faint sound of knuckles against flesh.

“Lukin isn’t here” Natasha explains as she throws one of her disks to an enemy. “Me and Steve are retreating now. Where are you, (y/l/n), Barnes?”

“Three floors below you” you manage to reply, hurling yourself to an agent before digging a knife on his ribs, making him emit an almost inhuman ear-splitting shriek before he gurgled.

“Roof is clear” “I’ll get the jet” “Get up there. Now!”

You hear Bucky shout from behind you, spinning your head to see multiple people holding him down, stabbing his neck with a slim syringe.

Nothing mattered to you after that.

Instantly your hand grips the knife tightly, only to throw it speedily to the forearm of an agent that’s holding the syringe. Bucky is still fighting, grabbing hold of an agent’s head and tossing him over like a rag doll. You yanked a weapon from one of the bodies that lay there, realizing you’ve used up everything you’ve brought, you shoot at one that’s adamant on pulling Bucky away.

Bucky is screaming words at you, his face beginning to lose color as he continues to fight, but you don’t listen. You can’t listen to anything besides your rapid heartbeats that you fail to notice an agent creeping behind you. He kicks you, hard, making you lose balance and the weapon slips from your hold. You fall face first before his hands grab a handful of your hair and slams you violently to the concrete ground.

For a moment you can’t breathe, eyes going in and out of focus when warm blood starts gushing out. He raises your head one more time and you think that you’ve lost everything when you don’t see Bucky in front of you.

But the blow doesn’t arrive. Instead, your opponent goes limp next to you after a horrific crack, his head twisted. Bucky turns you around, calling your name vaguely. Your eye-sight is slowly returning though its hazy, bringing with it a pounding headache. Bucky’s helping you stand up but again another came charging at him.

Your heart, though it is scared right now, is yelling ‘save him, save him’, giving you enough energy to will yourself to move, crawling to find the weapon that you held moments before. Another painful scream and it’s enough to make you deliver a shot to the enemy.

Both of them falls to the ground, and you’re so scared when you see Bucky’s not moving.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Bucky” you say, eyes wide when you finally make it to him. You place two of your shaky fingers to his neck, grateful when you feel his strong pulse. The ringing in your ears are ceasing, and you can hear Steve’s worried voice through the comms, needing answers.

“They got… injected Bucky… ‘M not sure…” you stumble with your words as you stand up, bringing Bucky with you to a door.

You’re praying to any higher being that’s listening to you, pleading to them to just make the staircase be vacant so you could bring him up to safety, begging to any God to take you instead of him.

You’re so caught up in your own fear that you don’t see Natasha and Steve up ahead, calling your name as they take two steps at a time to reach you, both of them grabbing Bucky from you when they see your bloodied state. Neither of them look too good either.

“Just one more flight” Steve informs as you follow behind him. “Hang on”.

You yelp in pain when you feel a sharp sting at the back of your thigh, followed by another one up on your hip, making you lose balance and stumble down to the bottom of the stairs with a painful gasp.

“If we can’t have him, then we’ll take you inste–“ your attacker spits in a foreign language but doesn’t complete his sentence when Natasha puts a bullet in him.

“Just go. I’ll be right behind you” you tell her as you struggle to get up, trying in vain to not give into the excruciating pain.

“я не оставлю тебя”. It’s Natasha.

It’s her words that you hear before your body finally gives up.

Next part >> Part 2 

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[sherrybaby14]

Who Am I? Part Seven

Summary: A good morning and a visit from a friend. 

Warnings: A/B/O,  a little bit of loving in this chapter.  Lightly NSFW 

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            “Hmmmmm.”  The noise escaped your lips and you started wiggling your hips.  

               Dark locks hung over your eyes and you tilted your head.  James used the movement to bend down and start sucking your neck.  He was on top of you again, both completely nude.  You didn’t know how long he had been touching you, working over your body to wake you, but your nipples were hard pebbles and there was already wetness between your legs.  You couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to wake up.

                 His tip pressed against your entrance and your eyes popped open.  You let out a gasp as he lowered himself into you.  There was a sting of pain, even with his slow pace.  Your hands reached out and grabbed his shoulders, using them to brace yourself as he slid all the way home.  He flipped his hair out of the way and pressed his lips to yours as he rocked deep inside of you.  

                 The way he filled and stretched you made you moan into his kiss.  He was going slow, barely pulling out before pushing back in.  After several pumps the sting disappeared as your arousal increased. You stopped digging your fingernails into his back and he responded with an increased pace.  Your hands slid up to his face, pulling his hair back from his eyes. He broke the kiss and looked down at you.  Even in the darkness of the room you could see his expression.  It was one that said you were the only person on the planet, another moan escaped your mouth and his smile brightened. He turned his head and started kissing one of your hands, opening his mouth he pulled a finger inside and you arched your back.  

                 Feeling him slide in and out of you while he sucked on your finger was such an erotic image you felt yourself gush.  Your increased wetness was not lost on him. Momentarily he went up on his elbows and grabbed each of your hands with his, intertwining your fingers, then he pushed them down to either side of your head, pinning you in place.

                 “So fucking beautiful.”  He pulled out almost entirely and you were scared he was going to stop, but instead he drove back into you, making your body bounce up the bed.

                 He did this three or four more time, with each re-entrance you felt more full, as if his cock was growing inside of you.  You started to roll your hips to meet his, gasping each time and moaning as he pulled out.  

                 “You’re ready Doll.”  He grinned down at you and you nodded your head, not knowing what he was referring to, but trusting him to know your body best.

                 This time when he slammed into you there was a lot more force.  He pulled out faster and replaced himself again.  He hit your g-spot and weren’t sure if you screamed or not.  He did this on repeat causing pleasure to spike through your body.  You were panting, screaming, and moaning all at the same time, or maybe you were dead quiet, too focused on the euphoria he sent through your veins.  There was no steady build up, each time his cock entered you felt amazing and without warning fireworks spread through your body.

                 Your vision went fuzzy as he continued his frantic pace.  You wanted him to feel what you were feeling and managed to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in further.  Your muscles convulsed and then you heard him grunt before pushing all the way inside of you, practically collapsing on top of you.  

                 He did not pull out and you didn’t want him to. You wiped the sweat from his forehead, tucking his hair behind his ears and he responded by biting your lip.  It sent another shudder through your body as you tried to turn the bite into a kiss.  Finally his teeth slid off and his lips pressed against yours.  The kiss only lasted a moment, before he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily.  You felt him slide out and squinted your eyes at the dull pain that followed.

                 “Are you alright?”  He rolled to your side.

                 “I’m wonderful.”  You opened your eyes again and gave a little smile.

                 “Don’t lie to me.” Now it was him who brushed your sweaty hair out of your face.  

                 “I’m not.”  You shook your head. “I’m just, getting a little sore.”  

                 A corner of his mouth raised, you could tell he was concerned. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin this moment.

                 “Really, It’s fine.” You pushed your face up to his and gave him a small peck. “I’d rather be sore than irate.”

                 “You shouldn’t lie to me.” James rolled over and sat up.  

                 “I’m sorry.”  You sat up in the bed with the sheet to your chest. The euphoria from the sex was being replaced with sorrow at letting your alpha down.  “I didn’t want to ruin the moment.  It was wonderful, the best way to wake up.”

                 He didn’t respond as he walked towards the far wall.  He hit a panel and the wall started to lift.  You watched as the same view from Steve’s room showed.  The sky was blue, but there was no sun shining through. You must have been facing the east.  

                 “It’s morning?” You glanced around for a clock.

                 Your eyes moved to James and your heart fluttered as you got a clear view of his body.  He was just as perfect as Steve, not as large, but perfect none the less. You saw the giant between his legs and understood why you were sore.  A laugh came from James and you saw his grinning face as he approached the bed. You blushed and looked down.

                 “There’s no need to be shy Doll.”  He got back on the bed and sat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Look at me all you like and tell me exactly how you’re feeling.  Especially if I ask.”

                 You nodded your head and he kissed the top. He got off the bed and went to the closet.  You saw it was a giant walk-in and he grabbed a pair of loose pants. When he pulled them on the rested right on his hips, showing off his V.  You licked your lips and didn’t try to hide the action this time.  James strode back towards you with a shirt in his hand.  

                 “That’s not fair. You looking at me like that when you obviously need a break.”  James sat down, shirt in hand. “How about we go eat some breakfast and then you take a hot bath?”

                 The bath sounded nice, but the food not so much. You grimaced at the thought.

                 “What?” James asked.

                 “I have no appetite.” You looked up at him. “I can drink water, but the idea of food makes me want to throw up.”

                 “Alright, can you come downstairs and watch me and Steve eat?”  He handed you the t-shirt. “Then after you and I can take that bath together.”

                 You felt guilty upon hearing Steve’s name. Not because of your intimate time with his best friend, but beach of the things you said to him last night.  You needed to apologize.  You nodded and took the t-shirt, pulling it over your head.   James stood up and offered you a hand. You placed yours in his and squinted as you stood.

                 “Can you walk?” James was serious.

                 You looked up at him with heavy eyelashes and a smile.  

                 “I’m not that sore.”  You strutted in front of him, ignoring the dull pain between your legs, the t-shirt coming down to mid-thigh.

                 “Joke all you want, but it’s my job to take care of you.” He stopped you by placing his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around. “And I take my job very seriously.”

                 “Well spend more time with me and maybe I will lighten you up.”  You went up on your tiptoes and kissed him before he responded.  You brought your hand up and touched his metal arm. “How did this happen?”

                 The smile faded from your face, not liking the idea of any pain or trauma coming to this alpha.

                 “It’s a long story.  One I’m sure you’ve heard many times.” James raised an eyebrow at you. When you shook your head he looked pleased. “I will tell you all about it during out bath.”

                 He took a hold of one of your hands again and led you to the door.  You noticed it opened without a key and figured Steve must have unlocked it during the night.  When you walked out on to the landing you looked out and spotted Steve in the kitchen. Your heart warmed and you had the urge to run to him.

                 “Steve!”  You waved at him from behind James.

                 He turned to look at you with a huge grin on his face and your heart jumped.  James looked back at you with the same expression and you swore you were going to explode with happiness.  Steve was so caring and smart, ready to see to your needs at any costs.  James was sensitive to your needs, and made his expectations so clear.  You couldn’t wait to get to know both of them better.  When you were half way down the stairs there was a loud pounding at the door.

                 James paused in front of you, holding a hand out signaling for you to stop.  Steve walked around the kitchen counter and towards the door.  You remembered it opened straight from the elevator so didn’t understand how the knocking worked.  Steve waved his hand in front of a panel.  

                 “Open the door you piece of steroid garbage.”  

                 You recognized the voice and your heart jumped, not in the good way.  You had never heard him so angry.  Steve waved his hand again and the doors popped open.  You cowered behind James, bringing your hands to his shoulders and crouching down.  

                 “Where is she?” Dr. Banner marched into the hall and looked at Steve.  

                 Steve didn’t respond right away.

                 “Look, I am trying my hardest to not get as angry as we both know I can.” Dr. Banner got closer to Steve. “So just tell me where Dr. Y/L/N is and we will be on our way.”

                 “You’re not taking her anywhere.” Steve stepped closer to the doctor. “If you think I’m scared of your other half, you haven’t seen mine. Don’t threaten my omega.”

                 “Your omega?”  Dr. Banner pulled his hair and backed away. “Y/N? Y/N?”

                 “She’s not your concern anymore.” Steve approached Dr. Banner again.

                 “She was never your concern.”  Dr. Banner stabbed a finger at his chest.

                 You started to shake, burying your head in James’ back so you no longer had to watch this unfold.  You didn’t want either of them to hut each other.  James broke from the conversation and turned around wrapping his arms around you and lifting you in the air.

                 “Come on love.”  He started moving back up the stairs with you in his arms.  You were grateful he was carrying you so you could move faster.  

                 “She was not yours to take.  Do you know how brilliant she is?” Dr. Banner’s voice carried.

                 “She was not yours to hide. Do you know how wrong that was?” Steve countered.  

                 You made it back to James’ room.  He shut the door behind you and walked you to the bed. When he set you down, he dropped to one knee in front of you, rubbing your shoulders.

                 “Shhhhh, don’t get upset.”  James brushed your hair away from your face. “Nothing is going to hurt you.”

                 Your eyes danced over his face and you felt some relief.  He wouldn’t lie to you.

                 “But I don’t want them to hurt each other.” You felt tears forming. “Not over me.”

                 “Hey, this is not your fault.”  James grabbed your hands. “Wait here for a few minutes. I’ll go sort this out. I promise.”

                 You nodded your head on instinct. He smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your forehead before standing up.

                 “Such a good omega, putting everyone first.” He squeezed your hand before dropping it.  “Let us alphas put you first. Go in the closet and find some pants.  I’ll be back for you really quick.”

                 Even though you were upset a small smile came to your lips. Good omega, right now you wanted to be.  You nodded again and locked eyes with James as he made it to the door.  He never took his eyes off of you, when he cracked the door you heard the two men arguing and looked away.  The door shut quickly and you tried to focus on James’ promise.  They would both calm down.  

                 Even though you were intimately familiar with him already, you really didn’t know much about the dark haired man, but from what you had seen he really was a good person.  Someone you could trust.  You focused on that thought and the smile returned to your face, blocking out the men yelling at each other.

~~~  

               “What the hell is the matter with both of you?” Bucky yelled as he jogged down the stairs.

                 Steve stopped arguing with Bruce and turned towards his best friend.

                 “She’s scared enough with everything else that’s going on and you think watching the two of you scream at each other is helping?” Bucky approached both of them.

                 Steve looked at the ground.  He got so excited when he saw her coming down the stairs, and even more so when she actually looked thrilled to see him.  There was a huge chance putting Bucky in the mix would backfire, but he was not physically capable of having sex that often and would rather see her with Bucky than in the anguish she felt when she relapsed. Seeing her so happy reinforced his risk as a wise choice.  He couldn’t wait to hold her, touch her skin again, but then Bruce had to show up and threaten to take her away.  That was not something he would ever allow.

                 “Is she in your room?” Bruce through his arms in the air. “Jesus Christ, you’re sharing her?”

                 “It’s not like that.” Steve snapped. “She’s needs practically round the clock care.  After spending years poisoning herself, thanks to you.”

                 “Poisoning?  She didn’t want to be a slave to her nature so did something about it! She should be commended, but you pigheaded alphas think that omegas are here only to serve your every whim.  She had a brain, has a brain, and you’re trying to take that away from her.”

                 “She was killing herself.  Tony said shaving years off of her life.” Steve folded his arms. “She still has the brain, probably capable of doing more now that she won’t have to live in paranoid shadows.”

                 “What?  You’re going to let your precious omega out of your sight and return to the lab?” Bruce pointed at Steve.

                 Steve pushed his shoulders back and chest out. Most omegas did not work out of the home, but if they were claimed and their alpha allowed it there was no rule against it.  Normally that was something discussed prior to mating and lots of omegas changed their minds once the children were born, and of course the fields suited their nature, working with children or the elderly.  Steve pictured Y/N working close in the lab late at night surrounded by the predominantly male employees making his blood pressure spike.

                 “That’s what I thought.” Bruce shook his head. “You want to turn a genius into a sex doll because you think you know what’s best for her.”

                 “Cool heads.” Bucky stepped between Steve and Bruce. “She’s not claimed, she can’t be, so this argument is for nothing.”

                 “Can’t be?” Bruce sounded intrigued.

                 “Side effect of that cocktail she was on.” Steve stepped forward. “Along with countless other ones we’re helping her work through.”

                 “Like what?” Bruce crossed his arms.

                 “Extreme fatigue, lack of appetite, manic fits, just to name a few.” Steve glared at Bruce. “Her rightful nature is coming through and she has no clue how to handle it because you encouraged her to hide her makeup for your own benefit.”

                 “She was doing that long before I met her.” Bruce pointed a finger at Steve.

                 “Yeah and you exploited it for your own good.” Steve hit the finger down. “Don’t think everyone isn’t putting two and two together.  If she found a way to hide her makeup maybe she could find a way to hide yours.”

                 Bruce bit his lip.

                 “You saw a girl, who was lonely, paranoid, and needed help.  She would have lived her life in obscurity and never known happiness, but you bring her here for your own benefit with no thoughts about her or what she needed.” Steve felt his anger flare.

                 “You mean never known an alpha?” Bruce countered.

                 “An alpha is happiness for an omega.” Bucky chimed in. “You can’t understand that. I wouldn’t expect you to.  But you could have recognized a person in pain.”

                 The smugness fell off of Bruce’s face.  

                 “I want to talk to her alone.”  He looked back and forth between Bucky and Steve.  

                 “No.” Steve and Bucky said in unison.

                 “Let me talk to her, alone, right now.” Bruce took a breath. “Let me judge if she’s happy or not.  Then I will leave the three of you to whatever this is with no interference.”

                 “And if we say no?” Steve felt like this was a threat.

                 Bruce was taking his time, trying to form his words carefully.

                 “Ten minutes.” Bucky’s announcement distracted Steve.  “And you will be nice and supportive.  If you upset her in any way, I will put you in a coma so fast that you or the Hulk won’t be able to make an appearance for months.”

                 Steve’s nostrils flared.  He didn’t think this was a good idea.  He left out some of the more questionable details of their interactions with her.  Steve knew she was happy, but if she shared any details with Bruce, Tony and a squad would descend on them in a second and she would be gone.  Even if she wanted to stay.  

                 “Trust me.” Bucky grabbed Steve’s arm. “That’s our girl. He won’t hurt her anymore.”

                 If any other alpha took the lead like this Steve would have killed them, but Bucky was not just another alpha.  He was a brother, and one he trusted enough to share the lead with.  Steve turned back towards Bruce.

                 “Ten minutes.”  Steve nodded. “I’ll bring her down.”

                 “Maybe I should go up there?” Bruce asked.

                 No way Bruce would ever think she could alone in a bedroom with another man, beta or not.

                 “Well, at least send her down right away.  I don’t want to waste any of my ten minutes.”  He lowered his eyes.

                 Steve knew exactly what he meant and shook his head. As if he was going to prep Y/N, like she wasn’t her own woman anymore.  Omegas were not mindless sex dolls, they were individuals with personalities and special needs. Steve didn’t realize that the world had such a negative view on them.  To him they were the ultimate being, meant to be praised, cherished, and nourished.  It broke his heart to think that Y/N thought as little of herself as Bruce did.   He hoped that by the time those pills were out of her system those thoughts were out of her mind and she accepted how amazing she really was. Nature and all.  

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