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littleseasiren · 2 years

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Bad Date

Summary: After a bad date, you just want to go to your room and forget about everything. The Avengers want to know who to kill for hurting you, leading to an unexpected confession from your crush, Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of deer hunting, Fluff

Words: Just under 1000 words

A/N: This is the first fic I have written in years, so please excuse any mistakes. I know nothing about hunting either...

Part 2

You rush to your room, hoping no one will be present to see you fume in anger. Too bad you live in the Avengers Tower and you have to pass the common area to get to your suite.

"Hey Y/N. What are you doing back so early honey? Weren't you supposed to be on a date?" Nat called from the lounge.

"I don't want to talk about it..." you mumble as you slowly make your way to your room. Natasha, Steve, and Wanda are on the couch, obviously setting up to have a movie night.

You hear the elevator ding behind you as heavy steps enter the room. "Next time, someone else goes out to buy the pizza. Maybe someone who isn't hated by the public," Bucky called out as he walks to the lounge with 3 boxes of pizza in his hands. His eyes shoot up when he notices you in the room. "What are you doing here, doll? Though you had a spiffy date or something?"

"I just came back... I don't want to talk about it," you mumble again as you clasp your handbag to your side. "I think I'm just going to bed."

"What's wrong Y/N? Did he hurt you or say something untoward?" Steve stands up and slowly grasps your shoulders as worry fills his eyes.

"No, it's nothing like that..."

"Then what's wrong? If he said something or tried something, you just tell us, and we'll take care of him. Promise doll." Bucky passes the pizza to Nat to put on the table.

You sigh in defeat knowing they aren't going to stop asking you until you admit the truth. Your fists clench as you think back on the evening. "He took me deer hunting. On the first date!" You hear Wanda gasp as you continue, the words pouring out of your mouth with venom.

"Who does that? I mean, I get that some weird people like doing that for sport, but you can't just accept that everyone is fine with hunting innocent animals! He didn't even ask me if I would be ok with it!" You gasp for breath then exhale slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

"That asshole!" Wanda exclaims. "Didn't you put it on your profile that you are an animal lover?"

"I did, I mentioned it multiple times on my profile. He obviously couldn't even take a few minutes to read through it," you sigh as you go and sit between the two women, putting your bag on the floor. Bucky and Steve go and sit opposite you.

"So, what did you do? How did you stop him from shooting anything?" Blue eyes find yours as you glance at Bucky before answering his question.

"How do you know I did something?"

"Come on doll, no chance in hell are you going to let an animal be shot in front of you. We know you too well."

He's right, you all know each other way too well. In the past few months, you and Bucky had become great friends, your conversations changing from simple greetings to deep conversations in the dead of night when sleep eluded the both of you.

"I was tempted to smash in his skull when I told him that I don't support hunting and he just said that I'd get warmed up to the idea. He spotted a doe and told me to be very quiet as he readied the shot. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, I accidentally spilled my coffee on his lap." They all laugh in unison before you continue, "Let's just say he wasn't very happy with me after that, so I told him to take me home."

"Good thinking. He probably shouldn't be breeding anyway," Bucky says, his eyes twinkling with humour as he smiles at you.

"I mean, what crazy guy takes a woman hunting on their first date? Bucky, if you took me on a date, what would we do?" You ask matter of factly. You normally wouldn't have the courage to ask him something like this, but you need to know how a good man would treat you.

"Your favourite Wolf Sanctuary is having an evening walk this entire week. I'd take you there for a picnic, then cheesecake at that cafe you love."

His reply is so fast, you know he must have been thinking about it for a while.

His face pales as he realises what he just said. "Shit, please tell me I didn't say that out loud." He groans as he pinches his brow. Steve pats his shoulder softly in support.

"You thought about taking me on a date? Me personally?" You ask him, forgetting about all the people around you.

"I..." Bucky's eyes fall to the floor before he takes a steady breath, "Yes I have." He rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, his eyes meeting yours shyly, "I've just been too nervous to ask you..."

You stand up quickly and grab your bag feeling his eyes follow your every move. "Well, come on Sarge. That sounds like the perfect date." You grab Bucky's vibranium hand as you pull him to the door. "Don't wait up guys." You shout to the others as you enter the elevator.

"Are you sure about this doll? I don't want to take advantage of you after your bad date." Bucky asks softly fingers intertwining with your own.

"Hell yeah, I've been hoping you would make a move for months. I'm not letting you get away from me now Barnes." Bucky laughs in your ear as you lift your hands and wrap them around his neck. He's so tall he has to bend down to get closer to you.

"You better be careful, doll. Keep talking like that and I'm going to end up marrying you."

"Not until the fourth date," you whisper as Bucky leans down further and kisses you, making it the best night ever.

#bucky x y/n #bucky barns x reader #bucky fluff #bad date #animal lover #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes

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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 year

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Choose your own fic (Full fic)

We wrote a fic together! I'm putting the whole thing together here for anyone who didn't get to read it as we went.

Peter is on a really terrible date when he spots Tony across the club.

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Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: au fic, sort of cheating but not exactly, alcohol use

Peter leaned against the bar stirring the straw in his drink. He wasn't even sure what he was looking at, but it was violently green. Quentin had ordered it for him, like always. They weren't exactly dating, but this was their third date. Which Quentin seemed to think meant more than it did. Either way, the asshole was on the dance floor sandwiched in between two random dudes because after all "its just dancing, Peter". He was handsome and a good listener and he gave good advice, but Peter wasn't sold on his personality yet.

He sighed and stared out across the club. The lights shined down highlighting a few clusters of dancers. But one man sat alone at a high top near the back. Their eyes met and Peter's heart skipped a beat. He was gorgeous and his smile called to Peter like a cartoon character smelling a freshly baked pie.

There's butterflies in Peter's stomach as the man gets up from the table and starts across the room. Peter straightens his posture and brushes his hair back. He's glad he only had a sip of that drink Quentin gave him so he's not too buzzed to string words together. He only gets more gorgeous as he get closer, well dressed, trimmed beard, salt and pepper hair.

"Hey," he says with a confident smile. One that has certainly gotten a lot of people naked. "What are you drinking? I'll buy you another."

"Oh, I don't know honestly." He glances out at the floor. "My uh... date picked it."

The man follows his eyes to see Quentin grinding against another man. "Some date," he says.

"Yeah..." Peter looks back at him and the man offers his hand.

"I'm Tony."

"Peter."

"Well, Peter, I've got a table at the back. Want to join me?" Tony asks him. Peter spares a last look at Quentin. He doesn't even look towards the bar to see if Peter's still there.

"I'd love to, Tony." He follows him through the crowd to the table he'd spotted him at before. The music seems slightly quieter here, but that isn't saying much.

"You hungry?"

"No, thanks. I ate before I came."

Tony frowns. "That boyfriend of yours is a real charmer, huh? He doesn't even feed you?"

Peter blushes. "He's not my boyfriend exactly. We haven't even made it to that conversation."

Tony smiles. "I'm in luck then."

"Oh yeah?" Peter's smile matches his.

"Yeah. I get the opportunity to steal you away."

"You make it sound like I'm some kind of prize."

Tony's smile is dazzling. "No, I think you're some kind of treasure."

The butterflies are back in his stomach. He's warm all over. He can't help but notice the way he unconsciously started to lean Tony's way. And the way he was leaning back. It never felt like this with Quentin. He said it would eventually, but everything was so clinical with him. Emotionless.

Maybe that green stuff was really strong or maybe it was the fact that Tony was the first man to not be a dick to him months, but his attraction for Tony was undeniable. Peter turns towards Tony and puts his hand on his knee. He lets that hand slide up his thigh just a little, asking for more. Tony's charming grin turns to a more heated gaze and Peter's pulse races.

"What about your not boyfriend?" Tony asks, barely speaking above the music.

"Who?" Tony's leaning his way so Peter leans back. They meet in the middle and Tony's mouth feels so good on his that he feels it in his toes. He leans closer, putting more of his weight against Tony's thigh. He wasn't sure that kissing had ever felt that good, Tony knew exactly what he liked or maybe he just liked the same things. Either way, it was incredible.

Peter doesn't want to stop, even going so far as to put his hands on Tony's head when he starts to pull away, not pulling him back but simply asking. Tony complies, eagerly kissing him until they're both breathless and they're finally forced to rest.

He looks into Tony's dark eyes, watches him breathe heavily, stares at his kissed red lips...

"Do you want to get out of here?" Tony asks. Peter can't help but smile.

"Yeah, I do." Tony smiles back and they walk away from the table together, Tony's arm slung around his shoulder. It feels like taking a leap, he's not the one night stand yet here he is.

Quentin is still there as they pass the dance floor. Peter thinks he finally looks his way, but if he does see them, he doesn't come after him. It wouldn't have stopped him anyway. He needs this.

"How far is your place?" Peter asks.

"Not far. You sure that's what you want?"

"Definitely." He let's Tony lead him down the street past a group of giggling drunk people to the nicest car on the block. Tony opens the door for him and climbs inside. The interior is clean and shiny and comfortable. Tony starts the engine and puts his hand on Peter's thigh.

Tony pulls the car out into the road, but the heat Peter felt inside the club still lingers. He feels desired by Tony more than he has by anyone in a long time and it has him feeling bold. He leans across the car, a hand on Tony's thigh to brace himself, and presses his lips against the man's neck. Tony sighs in pleasure and Peter takes it as a cue for more.

He kisses his way down his neck, only building up his own desire for the man and ended up sucking on his skin making him moan and grip the steering wheel tighter. The hand on his thigh wanders a little higher and Tony shifts his legs apart for him. Peter moans as he grips his cock, hard and hot just for him.

"Fuck, Peter," Tony moans.

"I need you," Peter moans in answer.

Peter let his hand wander along the seam of Tony's crotch, his fingers teasing him through the fabric.

"Can I?"

"Fuck yeah," Tony breathes.

Peter licks his lips and pulls down his zipper. Tony slows the car to help him get him adjust his pants enough to get his cock out. Peter's drooling at just the feeling of his cock in his hand. He spits into his palm so he can pump it in his fist.

"Come on, sweetheart. Your killing me," Tony pants. His hand gently rests on the back of Peter's head.

He smiles and looks up at him. Tony looks like he's struggling to keep his composure. Then Peter wraps his lips around the head of his cock and runs his tongue over the smooth skin there. He goes slowly, afraid to be distracting while Tony's still driving, but the moment Tony puts the car in park he really goes at it.

Tony moans and swears as Peter fucks his own mouth on his cock, his hand pumping the base, drool slobbering between his fingers. It's wet and messy and Peter moans like it's his favorite candy. He can feel Tony's cock throbbing like he's getting close. He's tense and struggling not to thrust up and choke him. Then finally Tony pulls him up and into a filthy wet kiss.

He pulls back and the man looks wrecked but Peter's knows that he looks worse.

"We better get inside before we get arrested," Tony laughs. Peter nods with an embarrassed smile. Tony holds his eye as he tucks himself away before getting out of the car and opening Peter's door. He finally sees where they are and Tony's apartment is at least as nice as his car. It's exciting to get this kind of attention from someone like Tony who could have brought anyone home.

"This is a nice place," Peter says as he gets out of the car. Tony crowds against him, shutting the door and backing Peter against it.

"What kind of men have you been going home with?"

"The kind that couldn't afford this car with their entire life's salary."

Tony sweeps Peter's hair back from his face. "You can do so much better than that, sweetheart." He kisses him and Peter shivers. He's barely aware of being pulled into the apartment building. They're both too busy laughing as they run into things trying to kiss each other on the way up.

Tony opens his apartment door and pulls Peter inside before shoving him into the wall. The kisses are less giggly now, they're more serious, more heated. They're grinding against each other, Tony's hand curls lightly around his neck, Peter's rides his thigh as they kiss.

They're stumbling around again, this time with less laughing and more Peter whining when the kissing stops because Tony backs into the couch. Tony turns them away only for Peter to end up on his back across the coffee table. Neither of them cares, they're too wrapped up in each other.

Peter reaches between them to get Tony's pants off, he wants that cock in him now. It almost hurts to want it this bad. Tony takes over his clumsy fumbling and Peter sits up to strip out of his own clothes. He loves the way Tony watches him as he pulls off his shirt. He strips out of the rest as gracefully as he can, but it's hard work when Tony takes off his shirt and he's all muscle. And it's the hard work kind, not the body builder kind. Shirt off, pants open, cock in his hand.

Peter grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him back in. They kiss again. Peter legs wrap around Tony's waist, pulling him in. Tony reaches under the table for a box Peter had barely acknowledged and he comes back with too many condoms and a bottle of lube. Peter has no thought for how many people Tony has fucked on his couch except that it feels good to be desired by someone who's clearly very desirable.

Tony rolls the condom on while Peter pulls him down for a kiss. He's rutting into his hip, too eager after too long. Then finally Tony's cock is slick and ready and pushing inside.

"Slow," Peter whines.

"Been a while huh, sweetheart?" He kisses his neck.

"Yeah, fuck. Feels so good." He pulls Tony close, he needs him all the way in, but he's just not ready.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." He goes slow, distracting him with little kisses and stroking his cock until finally he's inside.

They're both breathing heavy, wait until Peter's ready for more when Peter's ringtone makes them both jump.

"Shit," he groans. "Can you turn that off? He's probably looking for me."

Tony reaches down into Peter's jeans and pulls out his phone. "Quentin? That's the guy? What kind of loser ass name-" He answers the call. "Quentin?" he says.

"Who the fuck is this? Where's Peter?" Peter hears over the phone.

Tony grins. Peter covers his face in horror. "Oh, he's here- No you can't talk to him- he's a little bit occupied."

He moves, drawing back his hips and pushing slowly back inside, forcing a bone deep moan out of him and he knows Quentin heard that.

"Don't worry I'm taking good care of him." He hangs up the phone with a smirk and tosses it on the couch.

"You're an asshole," Peter says, but he's laughing.

"I just saved you from a lifetime of bad dates. You're welcome." Tony bends and kisses him again. Peter moans against his lips as Tony moves slowly inside him.

"More," Peter moans. He clings to Tony's biceps as he pushes in deep. Slowly, he moves faster, finding the rhythm that has Peter moaning like a whore while Tony pants over him. Quentin's phone call is completely forgotten thanks to Tony fucking him so good that his legs shake and he can barely keep them wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck, Peter," Tony moans. His lips are against his neck, brushing kisses and the occasional scrape of his teeth against his skin.

"So close," Peter whines. His moans turn to high, whimpery, sounds when Tony's hand finds his cock. He tries to hold on, he doesn't want it to end, but it's too good and he gives in near screaming when he cums. Tony moans against against his skin, his hands squeeze his hips as if he might run away and just a moment more before he cums, too.

Tony stops and he kisses his way from his neck to his lips. Peter's drowsy in the haze of his orgasm and his kiss is lazy and made difficult by the smile on his face. When Tony stops he's smiling back.

"Can I convince you to stay the night so we can do this again?" he asks.

Peter grins. "You'd have a harder time convincing me to leave."

#starker #marvel #you choose #choose your own adventure #cheating #alcohol #bad date

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