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thewriterg · 11 months

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

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missacidburn928 · 4 months

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"It hurts, okay! It hurts because things will never be the same again. That bright eyed girl full of sunshine and hope. She's gone. A woman fortified with brimstone and ash has taken her place now.

All you had to do was not play games with my heart. The fickle thing loves to hold a grudge. And your transgressions can not go unpunished.

I didn't want it to be this way. I truly thought I might not ever have to release this side of me again. But I was wrong.

Enjoy all the destruction your betrayal hath wrought."

#poc reader #angst #dialouge blurb #steve x reader #tony stark x reader #thor x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 1 month

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LUNATIC IV

Summary:

I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. It all depends on you...

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This chapter is mainly just porn with very little plot. A sexy interlude if you will. Have no fear though, the next chapter is back to being story driven with hot sex thrown in. I hope you enjoy your time with the Science Bros! Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot

"I've been summoned" you proclaim, as you walk into the enormous lab the AI directed you to, occupied by earth's mightiest scientists.

Bruce looks up from his table, a surprised expression on his face at seeing you stand before them.

"Honestly I wasn't sure you would show." Tony states as he continues tinkering. "After seeing your little weapons lab in your warehouse -"

"Lair." You correct him. "Tartarus is far more than a warehouse."

"Right." He nods his head, finally turning to face you. "I figured you might want to play with my toys. Get a fresh set of eyes on some ideas I've been working on. Maybe create something I, in my vast knowledge, wouldn't have thought of."

"Are your toys the only thing I get to play with? You pulled me from rehearsing a new rather intense set with Walt & August that involved some cleverly placed mirrors." Your eyes wander his secretly built frame before moving over to a still confused looking Banner, sending a wink in his direction when your eyes meet.

"I fully consent to any form of playtime you’re offering. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit jealous the others have had you before me. I am the playboy after all."

"And I'm the vigilante sex worker with a lust for blood and debauchery." You husk out. "I get it. I also understand that as much as you like to play up the Dom vibes you're really more of a Switch."

"You can sense that huh?" He teases.

"Part of my day job is to read people and give them what they need."

"And what do I need?"

"Someone to match your energy." You walk up to his bench, looking for something to tinker with as you continue. "To be willing to drop to their knees when you want to exert your power. But also able to grab a fist full of your hair and take what they want from you."

"And what energy am I giving off now?"

You step between him and the bench, bodies pressed against each other. You run a hand up his chest, tapping his arc reactor once before continuing your trek up his neck and around to the back of his head. Your fingers dance along his nape, tickling the shorn locks before grabbing a fistful, wrenching his head back and pushing him down onto his knees.

"You want me to use you for my pleasure. You need to know that you can make me feel as good as the others have. You're dying to know if my pussy tastes as delicious and feels as tight as they say it does. But you don't want to take it from me. You want me to make you work for it. Earn my orgasms." You tug on his hair and he lets out a whimper. "That sound about right?"

"Fuck." He readjusts himself in his sweats, looking up at you with pupils dilated with lust. "I really want to give a smartass response here but you've hit the nail on the head and I'm really distracted by the view."

A wicked smile crosses your face. "Bruce. If you don't want to watch me make Tony worship my body like a temple I suggest you retreat to somewhere else."

"I'm good where I am." He states, locking eyes with you. "I'm due a much needed break anyway. Told I work too much. Might as well enjoy a show while I'm at it."

You turn back to Tony. "Undo my jeans and remove them."

Clearing the bench, you hop onto it and spread your legs wide. You fasten your hand back into Tony’s hair, directing his head to your waiting and weeping pussy. “You’re going to eat my cunt like the cunning linguist that I know you must be. But before you get started on your task, I want you to pull that philanderous dick of yours out and place your hands on my thighs. You are not to move them until I say otherwise.”

Pupils blown and eyes lidded he nods his head as best he can with the tight hold you have him. Licking his lips, he pulls his rock hard thickness from beneath his sweats. Once his hands rest on your inner thighs you pull his face up against your aching slit. “Now feast. And don’t bother trying to be polite. If your jaw is not covered in my essence then you’re not worthy of that playboy moniker.”

And boy does he eat. Licking you in long strong strokes. Dipping his tongue as deep as it can get. Sucking your engorged clit into his mouth and humming "Highway to Hell". All with his hands balled into fists or gripping you tightly, but still in place where you told him to leave them.

"Mmm. Such a good boy. That tongue is almost magical Tony. Just a few more licks and you'll earn your reward. You want that dont you. Me coming on your tongue?"

He nods his head and hums a yes but does not stop his task. He increases his efforts and locks eyes with you as he does a nifty little trick with his tongue that has you tightening your grip on his hair and riding his face as you come undone. Your walls clench around nothing as you scream in pleasure.

Coming down from your high, you pull his head back and address him. "A true playboy with a talented tongue indeed. Now clean up your mess." You watch him clean your cum off of your thighs.

"Good boy." You give him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Stay right there on your knees where you belong." You lower yourself down off the bench and walk over to Bruce.

"Enjoy the show Banner?" You step into his personal space. "Want a second hand taste?" Closing the gap between you, you run your tongue along the seam of his lips. Without hesitation he opens up and pushes his tongue against yours.

You nibble and suck on his bottom lip. Riling him up by talking to Hulk in between kisses until he wraps a hand around your throat, turns you around to face Tony, and bends you over his workbench. Unzipping his pants, he pulls his large dick out and slams inside you.

He is not gentle with you and you couldn't be happier about it. You're prepped and ready thanks to Tony’s talented tongue anyway. You allow yourself to submit to his natural dominance and take his thick dick like the good girl you are.

Bruce takes no time making you cum on his dick while Tony is still on his knees, cock leaking, whining as he watches. His hands grip his thighs so tightly he’s leaving crescent moons from his nails. But he remains in place like he was told.

"I've never seen him this quiet. I might need you to visit the lab more often, Nyx." Bruce grits out.

"If you dick me down this good every time I just might have to." You moan. “ Fuck! ”

"You're taking my cock so fucking good baby. Not even afraid of the Hulk taking the reins."

"I'd love some playtime with him. In his special room of course. Wouldn't wanna scare the locals."

"Oh fuck! I did not think hearing that would be so sexy." Tony blurts out.

You continue to let Bruce take you apart until he abruptly pulls out and spins you around. Pushing you down to your knees he sticks his dick in your mouth and comes down your throat.

After you swallow every last drop, while maintaining eye contact, you show him your clean tongue.

Crawling over to a still kneeling Tony, you seat yourself on his angry, weeping dick.

Placing his hands on your hips, you slowly begin to ride him. Engaging your core and grinding on him so that his fat dick hits all the good spots.

"You do have a magic snatch." He muses, "You may have just become my newest addiction."

"Good. Now lay me down. Use my ankles as earmuffs and fill me to brim with that borderline evil genius semen. I have places to be." You giggle a little.

"The pleasure is all yours baby girl." He smirks.

With a quickness you were unaware he had, Tony has you on your back with your ankles resting on his shoulders. He fucks you with a skill that rivals your fellow male sex workers. He knows all the buttons to push and secret places to tickle. In no time your back is arching and you're screaming his name for the entire floor to hear.

“Fuck that feels good. I’m so close. May I come for you Nyx? Please let me come.” He whines as your walls contract around his girth.

“Yes! You’ve earned it for being such a good boy for me. Come. Right. Now. Tony.” You command.

That's what does him in and has him bending your legs back and to the side as he paints your womb white. Filling you to the brim like you had originally requested.

You pull his face down to yours, nipping and biting his lip as you feel the last twitches of his cock stir inside you.

"The rest of rehearsal with August and Walt is going to be so much more interesting now with you slowly leaking out of me." You smile devilishly. "May just get myself covered and reclaimed before the night's over." You laugh.

"Seriously?!" Tony shakes his head and chuckles.

"Oh yes. Although Auggie and Walter love to share. They love marking their so-called territory even more."

You wait for Tony to pull out before you get back up on your feet. You grab your pants off the floor, pull them back on and kiss him on the cheek. "We'll set a proper play date to tinker when I don't have a new routine to get ready for my show."

You walk over to Bruce and kiss him deeply. "And you just let me know when the big guy wants something warm and tight to sink into."

His eyes flash green as you back away and turn towards the elevator.

"We are all fucked." Tony states as he puts his dick back in his sweats.

"So very fucked." Bruce agrees with a smile on his face.

"Told you." They hear Steve laugh over the speakers.

As you're leaving the building, Wade catches you. "Let me guess? You were in the vents again."

"Duh. And I'm glad I was. I thought I'd for sure see the big green guy with how Bruce was fucking you. Guess the man really is just angry all the time."

You laugh at his antics. "Are you going back in the vents or do you want to have some playtime with Ferne? I know you haven't cashed in on my promise yet and she has the whole night free."

"Oh ho ho. That does sound appealing. But alas I have a job to attend to. Tell her to keep my favorite strap on ready and waiting for me. And not to forget the core exercises so she can pump harder next time."

"I'll be sure to pass the message along. Don't blow yourself up this time okay."

"No promises."

#lunatic #avengers x reader #avengers smut #poc reader #tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x reader

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wanderlustpeach · 2 years

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MASTERLIST;

— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)

[steve rogers masterpost]

→ one last kiss;

synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.

→ meant to be; pt 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

→ ghost of you;

synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.

[bucky barnes masterpost]

→ meant to be;

synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.

→ meant to be; part 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

[tony stark masterpost]

→ sugar baby;

synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.

[wanda maximoff masterpost]

→ little red;

synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.

→ for love;

synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.

[matt murdock masterpost]

→ not her;

synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.

→ broken dreams;

synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.

[frank castle masterpost]

→ i’m worth it;

synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.

[billy russo masterpost]

→ counting stars;

synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.

| masterlist |

[tasm! peter parker masterpost]

→ second best;

synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x reader #steve rogers angst #poc!reader #steve rogers x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #grant ward x reader #frank castle angst #frank castle x reader #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark series #tony stark x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #SoundCloud

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deexchanel · 2 years

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Blind

Word Count: 2,692

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Altercations, Fluff and feelings uprooted. mentioning of drugs!

Summary: Bucky is blinded by love from his girlfriend who is secretly just using him for good looks and money. Elara loves Bucky as a friend until she hung out with him more and the feelings for him grew.

A/N: It’s been a month or two. Writer’s Block is a pain the ass and this time I’m prepared. ( E-Lar-rah)

mf: motherfucker ( too lazy to keep writing it)

*Characters are 18 and older!*

Elara & Bucky

“Trying to make it to school kills me Corell.” Elara sits on the edge of the couch putting on her black and white dunks. It’s 7:30 in the morning, school started it at 8:30 sharp.

“Girl it’s just 2 more months of school before you graduate. Don’t let senioritis consume you whole.” Corell poured hazelnut creamer into her coffee. Elara fixed on her red curls in the mirror. Her outfit was a black romper.

“Sis that mf done swallowed me already. Where my keys ?”

As Elara walked past Corell pointed at the hook near the door. El kissed her big sister on the cheek and grabbed the essentials that she needed then left for school.

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“bestie what it do!” Elara walked up to her bestie as she does every morning near the 600 lockers. It was a lot of students that attended her school which why they found somewhere link.

Kaylee Jinsu had been Elara best friend since 9th grade. “I’m convinced Thor is into me.”

The pair walked side by side to breakfast. “Why you say that?” Elara looked up from her phone every so often so she wouldn’t run into anything.

“He messaged me on instagram on some friend type shit. Wait-“ Her phone buzzed and it created a little smile on her face. “Ignore that bullshit I just said. I met Thor last year because he was friendly to me first. We’re in the friend zone and I really like him.”

Elara furrowed her eyebrow in confusion,”Why are y’all still in the friend zone? Have he shown you energy that he’s feeling you back?”

Kaylee scratch the side of her next, “He’s fingered me, we’ve made out-“

“I’m going to stop you right there bestie. That’s a red flag. He’s toxicccc.” They walked in the cafeteria deep in conversation joining the line of students that also wanted breakfast.

They sat down at the table after being served two waffles, sausage, eggs and apple juice. “Oouh bestie today they got us right on breakfast.” Kaylee dipped her waffle in syrup as Elara ate on her eggs a bit.

“Girl what! I’ma be so sleepy in first block.”

“Elara!” A deep voice that belonged to Bucky made his way closer to the table. El’s smile grew seeing her other best friend who she have yet to talk to today.

“James you was real M.I.A this morning. Surprised you still my bestie.”

“I’m sorry Elara, I was busy this morning doing some shit with my pops.” He kissed her cheek, “I just came to talk to you, grab a juice then head to class.”

Elara’s cheeks turned red, “Okay Bucky enjoy your day.” Bucky ruffled Kaylee’s hair, smirking. “I will. Oh and Kay? Thor said Good morning.”

Kaylee cheeks grew red while swatting his hands away, “Bye Bucky, you play so much!” She thought he was being petty but in honesty Thor asked him to say that.

After Bucky left, The girls sat there for a minute talking. Their conversation died down a bit after hearing her best friend name in someone’s mouth.

“Bucky’s girlfriend been posting on her close friends that he is the example dude on how use them for only money and arm candy.”

Elara’s leg shook in anger hearing that shit. Bucky loves Rydee because they’ve been together since 10th grade year. Kaylee grabbed Elara’s hand pulling her from the table before anything broke loose.

“Kaylee you heard that shit ? Rydee been using Bucky for his money. I’m going to beat her ass.” She rubbed her lips together trying to calm down but it’s not working.

“Yeah I heard that shit. She wrong as fuck for that because Bucky actually likes her. When you planning on beating her ass?”

“At Lunch.”

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Eventually the best friends separated for classes until it was time for seniors lunch block. “Hey Steve!” Elara kissed his cheek then dapped up the rest of the gang around the table. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Sitting with Hoedee.” Clint pointed his fork in the direction of Bucky sitting at a lunch table with Rydee hugged up to him and all of her friends over there. It was only Loki, Clint, Steve and Tony at the table.

“Should’ve known.” Elara sat in the empty space between Loki and Tony. She glanced down at their plates trying to see which one was appetizing.“Which station you got the chicken nuggets from??” She pointed at Tony’s plate.

He dipped a chicken nugget it in ketchup then plopped it in his mouth, “Near the pizza but I forgot the name of it. Want one?” He held out one towards her.

“Yeah I wanna see what they taste like.” When she went to grab it, Tony plopped it in his mouth with a devious smirk growing.

Elara jaw dropped for a second then she glared. “You greedy mf!” She reached forward trying to grab one as same time Tony tried to block it.

“Stark give me one !”

“No! I want all of mine!”

“Tony!”

“Elara!” He mocked back.

They looked like little kids with chicken nugget crumbs over their hands from fighting over it. Amused, Steve held out an chicken nugget from his plate “Here El.”

The glare went from Tony to Steve, “You had one this whole time?!” She huff not even wanting it anymore. Steve laughed, “Because you didn’t ask me, you asked Tony out of all people at the table.”

Elara smacked her lips, “You do be making points Steve.” Her phone buzzed grabbing her attention.

bestie4L

we’re walking in now

bestie4L

who tf is we?

As soon as the message sent, Elara looked up to see her bestie & Thor walking in. Wait for it…

holding hands.

This is the end. Elara happiness dropped seeing her best friend off the market. I mean yeah she’s happy for her best friend but she couldn’t help feel alone. Kaylee wasn’t going to drop her but it probably meant she wasn’t going to always be available. El cleared her frown and put on the best smile for her best friend.

“Kay?? What in the hell is going on today? Like it is so eventful on this Thursday.” El pointed at their joined hands. Kaylee blushed,

Kaylee blushed, “I’ll tell you later Elara, you know I am.” Thor flexed his muscles to the guys and the cheered for him.

“Congrats on the relationship dude!” Steve dapped up Thor. Kaylee sat down by Elara getting comfortable while Thor sat beside Loki after doing their handshake.

“What’s up Loki!”

“Hey Thor!”

“Where’s Bucky?” The long blonde asked for his other brother. The whole table in unison, pointed behind them.

“Hoedee.”

Kaylee snorted and the whole table burst into laughter. El glanced over at her best friend, honestly missing him. He’s been busy all week with his dad til they’ve barely facetimed each other. She saw Rydee rub up and down his arm, she couldn’t help but feel jealous.

Jealous? Pfft Elara is the type of person who is far from jealously. Or is she ?

In slow motion, she watched Rydee place a kiss on the corner of Bucky’s lips. That’s it! She couldn’t sit there and watch some gold digger kiss on her man. That shit sent her over the edge and hating to admit it herself she knew why.

All she saw was red.

El slammed her book bag down on the table getting up. “Lara??” Kaylee got up from her seat following behind her. “Oh we ready??”

“You damn right we is.” Lara made way over to Rydee table. Kaylee crossed her arms, not losing eye contact on Rydee. Bucky glanced up to his best friend from his phone, “Best? Hey, I was just finna text-“

Elara and Kaylee stared down on Rydee but Ry wasn’t going down without a fight so she stood up too.

“Bitch you think you’re going to use my best friend for his money and not think I’ll do anything??!! Are you fucking dumb?!?!”

“Elara shut the fuck up cause you’re not going to do anything about it!”

“Oh baby we gone do everything about it, don’t fucking play!” Kaylee spoke up, taking her ear rings out. Another one of Rydee’s friend stood up too. The cafeteria was still rowdy from the other kids so not a lot of people was aware of what was going on.

The boys watched from afar, completely confused on what the hell going on. Bucky stood up, just as confused as his friends. “Elara what is going on? What’s the reason on why you walking up to Rydee like this??”

Elara pointed at Rydee, anger written all over her face.“Tell him Rydee! Tell him that you been using-“

Rydee lurched forward aiming to Elara’s face but El’s fist connected to Ry’s face first. Punches were thrown left and right but Ry slipped on a bookbag so she fell backwards which had Elara on top.

Rydee’s friend inched closer to the fight but Kay kept watched the whole time. She went over to the friend “Oh bitch you trying to jump in?!” Kaylee grabbed her hair, pulling her to the ground. “Bitch don’t you ever think you can jump in my best friend fight!”

The two fights caught everyone attention and the cafeteria erupted into a lot of commotion. Bucky had enough of the fighting from Elara, he grabbed her waist trying to get her off. “Elara let her go!”

He didn’t understand what was the whole fight about. Bucky was upset that El fought Rydee for nothing. He had a lot of questions to ask both of them. “El stop!”

Bucky’s strength successfully pulled El off but it wasn’t enough to contain her. “Bitch I’m not finished with you!!” Rydee yelled as a teacher held her back. Both girls had a scratch or two on their faces.

“I’m forever ready you stupid bitch. You knew you were fucking wrong to do MY best friend like that!!” She thrashed around in Bucky’s arm cause every piece of her wanted Rydee head tore off.

It be them damn light skins that wanna fuck over the good guys. Bucky held on to her waist, with all the moving Elara was still in his arms. He pulled her into the hallway, not even upset because he wanted to know what’s going on.

“Elara calm the hell down and tell me what happened? What is you talking about with Rydee?! I’ve asked that question about a thousand times and no fucking answer! Plus you’re fighting her over this means this some deep shit so what is it?”Bucky ‘s angry but determined expression stared into Elara’s chocolate eyes.

She closed her eyes taking in a deep breath, not knowing how he will take this. Now realizing that she cause this mess without even knowing how Bucky would react. Shit! All because she was jealous.

The guys walked out the cafeteria excluding Kaylee and Thor. Steve wanted to speak up but the argument looked heated.

“This morning I overheard some girls say that Rydee has been using for you money and good looks. I went a little deeper and found out she’s still with Martin.”

Bucky heart sank, he didn’t know if it was true or not. He didn’t want to believe it. “Th-That doesn’t makes sense El. Rydee didn’t-” Ry was Bucky’s first relationships since he had lost his arm in a car wreck. Yeah Elara was in the picture but only as friends.

What El told him stuck in his head, “You can’t believe stuff you hear Elara. Why are you trying to sabotage my relationship? You fought her for no reason!”

Elara looked at Bucky in disbelief “I had a reason! No don’t you fucking dare take up for that gold digging bitch!” The anger kicked back in. “Bucky ain’t no fucking information like that is just going to float around school as a rumor.”

“Everything’s a fucking rumor. A real best friend would’ve just told me personally instead of fighting my girlfriend. You don’t have to fight all the time Elara!” Bucky got closer and their eyes never broke contact. He was angry for not knowing if this information was true and he’s taking out on the wrong person. His heart was telling no but his head just wanted him to keep going.

“Buck!” Steve jumped end cause they’re friendship was on the edge. “Both of you just chill out on this right now.”

“You hear your fucking self right?! You know what everybody can’t handle a real bitch like me so I’ll do you a favor and leave. She did you dirty, I took your side and beat her ass cause I’m your best friend plus overprotective of you and you’re mad with me?” She shook her hands trying not to put her hands on him. Elara’s heart was just torn from what he was saying. “I’ll chill out when he take his head out of Rydee’s ass.”

“Fuck you Elara cause you don’t know how I really feel!” Bucky balled his fist, and that’s when everyone intervened. Tony held back Elara who fist were balled as well.

“Fuck you Bucky!” She tried to move but Tony got in the way. “Stark you can move cause he’s pushing it!”

“No you two need to cool it. You guys obviously need some time apart!” Feeling in defeat when Tony didn’t move, El flipped Bucky off. She nodded her head as her eyes filled with tears.

The principal opened the door pointing at El, “You come with me.” Elara followed her without protest to the office.

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Elara laid into bed, her feelings for Bucky were everywhere. She liked him but the way he acted today, obviously showed that he wasn’t into her.

Her love life was hard and not being with her parents made it harder. In her side nightstand, El reached down grabbing an old coach purse which held what she needed. 5 minutes later she was done rolling up.

Yeah…

Done rolling up…

When your love life and losing both parents is hard, something has to take the pain away.

*Incoming call from bestie4L*

The facetime call answered with Kaylee sitting on her back porch.

“You done rolling up?”

“Yes, just looking for my lighter.” Elara always losing her damn purple lighter. After finding it under her pillow, she made a walk to her back porch.

“You always looking for that damn lighter!”

“Hush cause you be losing yours too!” El laughed, then sat down in a chair.

*********

The world echoed around Elara as the grass became interesting. “Elara what happened between you and Bucky?” She heard Kaylee’s voice from beside her, honestly forgetting that she was on the phone for a second.

“He took her side with his confused ass and how I know that was true about Rydee cause when I was making her ass confessed, she cames towards me first that’s why I took the first lick.” She hit the blunt against the ash tray to knock some off.

“I was there on the second part slow ass , keep going on the first part when I was in the office.” Kaylee laughed at the slow moment Elara just had. “El you high as fuck. He took her side how?”

“Man he said he didn’t know if it was true or not so he don’t know whose side to take and plus it was wrong to fight her. All that pure bullshit.”

“How the fuck he can’t believe you? You were here first so he should know you by now. You took his side and he still chose hers. Men.” Kaylee shook her head then inhaled the smoke through her nose. “I had to hit the blunt for the stupid shit, you just said.”

Elara laughed putting out the blunt. Kaylee always know how to put a smile on her face and Elara’s forever grateful for that. “Girl ima be there in 2 minutes so we can smoke these together bye!”

“Bye bitch!”

After smoking, Elara regretted nothing from today but he was still on her mind. The way his eyes stared into hers…

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Yupppp my ass wrote this while high and sober. my first post since a month or two ago. I’m out for the summer so I should be more active.

stay slutty my friends 💗

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Lips like sugar

Pairing | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2.9K

Summary | Tony has offered to pay your way through medical school if you are his date to the endless events, charity galas, and dinners he's invited to. Tonight is no different, but when everyone at the table finds out you're smarter than you may appear at first sight, Tony can't help but smile at everyone with a smug look, and he'll definitely make your evening worthwhile when you come back.

Warning(s) | Sugar relationship, use of pet names (Sugar, sweet girl), swearing, unspecified age gap | Angst: Mention of the passing of a parent, mention of anxiety | Smut: Daddy kink, oral ~ M receiving, throat fucking, cum swallowing, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).

A/n | This is my first fic after being absent for a while, so I hope you will all enjoy it! It's a fun one to help me get back into the swing of things, so I hope there'll be more fics from my side from now on! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me with this where you could, and enjoying it while I was writing, it made me very happy to see your reactions! 🩵

A/n 2.0 | I want to give a special thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for the ideas you gave me, as well as proofreading and drooling along with me; I cannot thank you enough for your love and support! 🩵

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: the owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Read on AO3

You're currently getting ready for the dinner Tony is taking you to as his date, and you're pulling out all the stops to ensure you will look drop-dead gorgeous tonight.

From your black pantsuit with a white lace top to the white stiletto heels, which Tony gifted you not too long ago, to your hair and make-up, you ensure every pair of eyes will be on you. Either out of jealousy or adoration, it doesn't matter; all you want is to be shown off by Tony.

''Are you ready to-'' is all he can say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready. He offered to have you get ready at his house, and you would never say no to that.

''Fuck me sideways,'' he mumbles as he takes in your form from head to toe, and you smile widely at him. You bought the outfit not long ago, and this dinner will be the perfect moment to show it off.

''I'd love to, but you never let me,'' you quip at him, and he shakes his head with a big smile.

''Don't get yourself into any trouble, Sugar, or we might not even make it to dinner with you looking like this,'' he says as he straightens the jacket draped over your shoulders.

Even with the heels, you're still not as tall as him, but you're almost at eye level, which is a welcome change for once. At least you won't have a painful neck at night's end.

''Before I forget, I have one more thing to make your outfit complete, as a thank you for joining me. I know it's not much, but nothing will come close to your beauty tonight,'' he says, which makes you blush.

He enters the closet to grab a white Gucci bag and walks over to where you're sitting on the bed, hands on your lap in anticipation. As you look at him, you're fiddling with one of the rings on your left hand, and you have a slight suspicion about what might be in there.

''Here's just a small token of my appreciation, Sugar,'' he says as he hands you the bag, which you carefully take from his hands. Not too long ago, you told him you wanted to get a particular purse from them, but you didn't expect him to gift it like that.

This may be the very nature of your relationship; you receive gifts to join him as his date, but this would just be too much. He already gifted you the Louboutins you're wearing not too long ago and paid your entire tuition for this year.

But then again, you have never been one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, so you put the bag onto the bed next to you before getting the box containing the gift out of it.

''Go on, open it!'' he urges you on as he slides his hands into his pockets, looking at you in anticipation as he leans against the doorframe.

''I- I'm not sure I can accept this, Tony; you've already given me so much, and I am extremely grateful, but after everything you've already done, there's no need to buy more expensive gifts,'' you say, your voice tapering off towards the end of the sentence.

''Alright, listen to me, Sugar,'' he says as he walks over to you and crouches in front of you so you have to look at him.

''I am gifting you this because I want you to have something special, something you have been dreaming of for a long time. I know I don't have to gift you expensive things, but I do it because I want to spoil my sweet girl, alright?'' he tells you, his large hands resting on your knees.

''Okay,'' you say softly, and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead as he stands up. You close your eyes as he turns around, and a warm feeling settles in your stomach. You can never get enough of him, in whichever way that may be.

You open the box, and inside lay an off-white dustbag with the Gucci logo. You carefully slip it off the bag he bought you. Inside is the Dionysus Python shoulder bag, or the bag you've dreamt of for the longest time.

''Please tell me this isn't some joke?'' you ask Tony, your voice breaking near the end of the sentence. You have dreamt of this bag with your Mom before she passed away, and it feels unreal to have it in your hands. However, you can't show it off to her anymore.

''It's not a joke, Sugar, it is all yours. I know you have dreamt of this bag for the longest time with her, and even though she might not be around to see it, I know she would want you to have it,'' he tells you.

He took his place on your left, and you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

''One day I'll own that bag, Mom, and we will both use the crap out of it, so it'll be worth the price!'' you told her a few years ago, and you both laughed about it then. But now, you'd give anything to hear her laugh one more time.

Your eyes fluttered close as a single tear escaped the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you felt Tony's thumb wiping it with the softest of touches, something you've rarely felt before.

It's not something Tony's ever felt before, either. He has felt your soft, warm skin against his many times by now, but this seems more intimate than all those moments combined. What he feels could even be considered to be love, though he's not sure he's ready to give in to that feeling yet.

You open your eyes to look at Tony, and he gives you a reassuring smile before his hand finds its place on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You place your hand over the arc reactor in the middle of his chest, your long, black nails matching his suit perfectly.

He places a soft, tender kiss on your lips, pouring every ounce of love into it. Your eyes are shut again, and feeling his plump, pink lips on yours has your mind reeling. You already know you can't get through this evening without telling him how you feel.

The kiss isn't rushed or heated, but it's perfect.

When he pulls away, your eyes shoot open to look into his deep, dark brown ones, and a small smile appears on your lips. It is official: you have fallen head over heels in love with this man in front of you.

Your plan to impress everyone at the dinner has worked because every man can't stop looking out of pure lust, and every woman is watching you with nothing but envy. And Tony? He is, of course, proud as a peacock to have you by his side.

''Here you go, Sugar,'' Tony says as he pulls back your chair, and you take your place as he scoots it in for you. After he's taken his place next to yours, you look over the menu before you, noting everything that'll be served tonight.

''So, you and Stark, huh?'' an older woman across from you asks. You have never seen her before, but based on how she phrased the question, you know you won't like what she has to say.

''Yes, I'm here with Tony tonight,'' you tell her, and you give her a polite smile before turning your head back to him to see what he's talking about.

''Aren't you a little too... young... to be here with him?'' she then asks, and with a small sigh, you turn your head back to her, and you try to tell her in the nicest way possible that she can fuck off to where she came from.

''Ma'am, Tony has asked me to join him this evening because we support each other unconditionally. Tonight is an important evening for him, and I plan to support him in every way possible, and all I can hope is that you and everyone else at this table do the same,'' you tell her.

You didn't notice Tony turning his head because he heard his name twice in less than a minute, but as soon as he listened to what was going on, he couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing.

''Let it go, Sugar, she's just jealous,'' he whispers in your ear, and you nod in response. The next thirty minutes go on without a hitch, though you constantly feel her watching your every move.

''Ma'am, is there something I have done to offend you in any way? Because I am just trying to enjoy a nice dinner and some conversation, but your gaze makes me very uncomfortable,'' you say, most definitely getting annoyed now.

''Okay, let's step outside for a minute, Sugar,'' Tony tells you in a stern yet calm tone, and you do as he says, the woman still following your every move as Tony puts his hand on your lower back.

''I can't fucking believe people sometimes,'' you say as you light the cigarette, you fished out of your purse. You don't smoke often, but when your anxiety gets especially bad, it is a way for you to calm yourself down.

''It's okay, Sugar, she's just jealous of you. She's jealous that I have my sweet girl by my side on a night like this, and honestly, I can't blame her,'' he tells you, but you shake your head in response.

''It's not that, Tony, she's not jealous; she's judging me. She's judging me because of the way I look and the fact that I am here by your side while everyone knows you're single, and fucking everything that moves doesn't help. She is not stupid, but I'm sure she thinks I am,'' you say with defeat.

''I don't fuck-'' he mumbles, but you hold up a finger because you're not done talking yet.

''What do you think, shall I put her in her place when I return? Make it clear once and for all that I'm here because I want to be and not because you paid me to be?'' you say, a twinkle in your eyes.

''Sugar-'' is all he can say because you finish the last cigarette before putting it in the designated ashtray outside, and you walk back in, ready to set the record straight once and for all.

''Listen to me. Tony may have given me a gift for coming here with him tonight, but I would have been here with him without it, too. I know you think I'm some ''gold digger'' or something like that, but I'm not,'' you say as you lean closer to the woman, ensuring she hears every last word.

''Yes, I am fucking him because he will pay my tuition for med school if I do, but I'll be damned if I get judged around here for doing that. At least I am learning to become a surgeon and do something useful with my life. And if I choose to fuck the man I am in love with, in return for a degree, that is my business, and most definitely not yours!'' you tell her, leaving everyone at the dinner table stunned.

You turn around on your heel before walking out of the venue, ready to leave and go home. You're sick of people judging your every move, and it feels good that you took the chance to set the record straight once and for all.

''Fuck, you looked so hot when you defended yourself, Sugar. Can't believe I'm about to rail a badass like yourself in a few minutes,'' Tony says as he frantically tears off his clothes, and you're doing the same with your own.

''It felt so good! I can't believe I've never done it before, but I am glad I did it now,'' you tell him, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

''Get on the bed, and I'll make you feel something you've never felt before,'' you tell him, and he quickly obeys you. If there's ever a moment he doesn't want to get in your way, it's now, and he would be stupid to go against your orders.

As soon as he found his place on the bed, you spread his thighs so you could fit between them, his long, veiny cock laying rock hard and throbbing against his stomach.

''Look at you, Daddy, already so hard for me,'' you say as you wrap your hand loosely around his base, and your tongue gives tiny kitten licks onto his tip.

He throbs in anticipation as he hears you call him Daddy because he definitely enjoys it. You don't wait long before you take him into your mouth, though, making him groan deeply from pure pleasure.

''Doin' so well for me, Sugar,'' he tells you as his hands thread into your hair, pulling slightly as he starts thrusting into your mouth and throat, hitting your gag reflex each time.

The fact that you're gagging and drooling all over his cock and balls only turns him on more, so he plants his feet firmly onto the mattress before fucking your throat in earnest, and it doesn't take long for him to cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow every last drop.

''Fuck, look at you, Sugar, such a good girl for Daddy,'' he says as he pulls you up carefully, kissing you roughly once you're straddling his lap. He can still taste himself on your tongue, making him go crazy.

You two stay like that for a little while, having a rough make-out session that slowly turns into slower, softer kisses where you each take your time exploring each other's mouths and enjoy each other's touches all over your bodies.

Tonight is the first time it has felt this intimate, despite you two having fucked each other's brains out countless times. But then again, there is a big difference between that and making love.

Tonight will be the first time you will make love to one another; you don't know it yet.

Tony has moved to sit up against the headboard, and his now hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind on his thigh, your orgasm creeping closer by the second.

His hands are splayed on your ass, helping you move over his thigh, your head laying on his shoulder as soft whimpers and moans leave your throat.

''I-I'm close, Daddy!'' you bring out as he flexes his thigh, giving you exactly what you need to get closer to the edge. It's still not enough to push you over, though, and you're getting desperate at this point.

''Daddy, please! Want your fingers...'' you say as you lift your head, brows knitted together as you keep grinding on him, getting more and more desperate for your release.

''Alright, Sugar, because you're asking so nicely,'' he says as his fingers trail over your inner thigh to where you need him most. His thumb comes into contact with your clit, and he makes small, tight circles, which hurdles you over that sweet edge with a loud moan of his name.

''Can't wait to fill you up, Sugar,'' he says as you reposition yourself over him, his tip getting caught on your entrance as he swipes through your folds, ready to feel you stretch around him.

''Daddy!'' you moan as you first sink onto him, the stretch being something you'll never want to get used to. It feels so good, and it has you throwing your head back from pure pleasure.

Once he's buried to the hilt, you stay there for a few minutes as you adjust, and it's at that moment that Tony can't keep his thoughts to himself anymore.

''Sugar, can you look at me for a second?'' he says, his hands finding their place on your face as yours rest on his chest, each on one side of his arc reactor.

''I've been thinking about this for a while, and I want you to know that I have fallen for you, Sugar. I have fallen deeply in love with you, and there's no chance I'm ever letting you go after this,'' he tells you as he looks into your eyes.

''I will most definitely still spoil you the way I did before, but I don't want you to be my sugar baby anymore. Because that doesn't even come close to describing what you are. You're amazing, smart, sweet, caring, and most of all, you're a good girl, my girl,'' he says, and the way he tells you that has your heart bursting from pure love.

''I- I'm in love with you too, Tony,'' you say before leaning forward, and you give him a soft kiss on his nose. ''I love your slightly crooked nose, deep brown eyes, every inch of your body, heart, and soul... I'm trying to say that I love you, Tony.''

He captures your lips in a passionate, slow kiss that you can't help but smile into. Your dream of finally becoming his has come true, and you couldn't be happier.

''Does that- Are you my... my boyfriend?'' you ask, still unsure.

''Only if you want me to be, Sugar, but only until I ask you to marry me, and after, I promise to be the best husband I can ever be for the rest of our lives,'' he tells you, and he seals the promise with a kiss.

The rest of the night, you two make love to each other while never losing eye contact or letting go of each other's hands.

Tony may not be used to loving someone as deeply as he loves you, but you will be there every step of the way to show him how loved he is and how much you love him.

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bucky barnes.

soft sub!bucky x dom!reader

sub!bucky x dom!reader

stephen strange.

stephen strange & m!reader headcanons

bratty!stephen strange x dom!reader

thor odinson

sub!thor x m!reader

thor x dom!m!reader (personal favorite)

peter parker

peter parker x symbiote!m!reader

misc.

bruce wayne x m!reader cafe au

lucifer morningstar x male reader

━━ drabbles & whatnot.

tony stark.

tony trying to dom / powerbottom

breeding w/ tony

fingering ftm!tony in public

thigh riding with bratty ftm!tony

exhibitionism and public indecency with tony

pillow princess tony

tony surprising you with lingerie

steve rogers.

fucking steve dumb

free use & steve (mentions of avengers x steve)

sentimental sex with steve

1940s soldier!steve

pre-serum steve with a praise kink

dumbification with pre-serum steve

exhibitionist steve

oral with pre-serum steve, bucky watches

fucking steve’s pecs + feminization

breeding and degrading steve

hair pulling with bratty!steve

bucky barnes.

bucky + comfort sex

oral with ftmbucky

overstimulating bucky after a nightmare

jealousy and ftm!bucky (personal favorite)

somnophilia & dub-con with bucky

steven grant + marc spector.

insecure ftm!steve grant

ftm!steven grant

more ftm steven

thigh fucking marc spector

face sitting with ftm!steven

stephen strange.

bratty ftm stephen

incubus? reader & stephen strange.

thor odinson.

submissive thor

ftm thor

needy thor wanting your attention

free use & thor

loki laufeyson.

pillow princess ftm loki, extremely mild

loki cumming from having his hair pulled

ftm loki riding you & squirting

thigh riding with ftm bratty loki

sam wilson.

rimming sam wilson

sam wilson + captain kink & praise kink

peter parker.

pushing peter to his limits with overstim

choking peter parker

rimming peter parker

teasing & fingering ftm!peter parker

eating out ftm!peter

peter wanting you to take aggression out on him

exhibitionism? with peter

ftm!peter with a size kink

cockwarming, dumbification, daddy kink, and feminization with peter

jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear

wanda maximoff.

making wanda touch herself as punishment

miguel o’hara.

exhibitionism & breeding with miguel

miguel who goes into subspace when praised

sub miguel with overstim, praise kink, & biting

breeding ftm miguel

giving miguel head while he’s at hq

enemies to casual hookups with miguel

miguel riding you

hobie brown.

fucking hobie dumb

misc / multi character.

bucky & miguel for your birthday

tony, bucky, and steve in subspace + aftercare

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axailslink · 1 year

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I'm fucking Ironheart

Riri Williams/ Ironheart x poc FEM reader

Summary: your girlfriend tolerates your absolute obsession with what she calls a glossified power ranger until you walk in on said glossified power ranger mid dressed.

You're scrolling through your blog when Riri walks in and grabs you by the legs pulling you to her. You're quick to get up and plant a soft kiss on her lips "where the hell were you?" She smiles "I had a exam to take what are you doing here?" You shrug "I missed you and your dorm is better than mine. Riri glances at her laptop which is covered in photos of Ironheart and she laughs and shakes her head. "I should have known you were using my laptop again?" You laugh as she picks it up and scrolls through the pictures herself "yeah what do you think about these? I took them when I caught sight of her around Christmas" Riri nods and kisses down your neck "I think you're my favorite little journalist" you can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you lock the door and let your hand slide to her waist. "Oh shit wait wait I told them I'd post tonight" Riri sighs "so you just gone kiss me and-" you nod as you pick her laptop up and scroll through the photos posting the best one. Riri admires how you obsess over Ironheart most people wouldn't be as welcoming to it but Riri doesn't mind it unless she needs to do work.

When you update your blog you close her laptop and turn your attention back to her "sorry now where were we?" Riri smiles as you push the laptop out of the way and she straddles your lap both knees resting by your sides. "I think we were a little somewhere like right here" she pulls off her shirt and you can't help but smile Riri is always forward with what she wants but it still leaves you flustered sometimes. "I feel like we skipped a few chapters but sure this is totally where we were" you laugh and Riri nods "exactly where we were."

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You rarely go into Riri's dorm without her knowledge but tonight you just can't help yourself you possess some amazing footage from a fight with Ironheart and you just can't help yourself.

So what are you doing in front of Riri's dorm past curfew? Obviously sneaking in like most people she locks her door but you know how to get in without a key. You carefully use your identification card and open the door locking it back behind you you're sneaking in and pause when you see a five foot nine suit of armor in front of you. "Riri?" You whisper looking at her empty bed "babe" you grab a bat she keeps nestled in the corner and raise it but when Ironheart turns around you're shocked to see Riri in said body of armor. "Hold on I'm not high enough for this tonight. I'm seriously not" you flip the light on and let your eyes glance over her figure "okay that's doing a bit much you can see me."

You blink for a moment and then look at the window. "You be flying in through the window? You're the smartest yet dumbest person I know. I should be shocked but honestly I'm pissed you're tony Stark's fucking successor and you didn't tell me? Actually I would have hated it if you told me. Oh my God you know about my blog and what I say about you on a daily basis not just that but you're like 5'9 in this armor and it's kind of hot. I'm really having a moment because my girlfriend has been keeping secrets from me. I thought you were just slowly distancing yourself and preparing to break up with me but you're not you're just too busy being a fucking superhero or are you a vigilante? I don't know but it's a lot" Riri grabs your shoulders carefully "stop before you send yourself into a panic attack." You shake your head and take deep breaths you hear clanking as you turn towards the wall and grab it for support. Riri stands in front of you out of her suit she grabs you by your face centering your attention on her "hey hey breathe with me in and out slow those breaths down and breathe with me" you do as instructed as she follows with.

When you've finally calmed down your laying on Riri's bed glancing at her suit then her "I'm fucking Ironheart. I'm trying to be more sensible and mature about the situation but truth be told I can't that's all I can think about. I'm fucking Ironheart how do you go about telling one why your girlfriend can't make it to the family dinner? "oh well I'm sorry mom she's a superhero" I need to lay down I must have smoked too many blunts or something because this feels like a fever dream." Riri watches with clear caution carefully caressing your leg. "I like the old suit better" you mumble and she's quick to look at you "what?" You shrug "I mean that one's alright but Riri Williams isn't some dolled up power ranger you're real and raw." Riri smiles seeing as you're finally level headed. "You do know if we break up I have to kill you?" You look her up and down and scoff "you think you're getting rid of me? That's good that's funny as hell actually applaud I applaud you." You claim sarcastically laughing because why would she even say such a thing? Leave? Ever? You've cooked for her family on Thanksgiving you're locked in for life whether she likes it or not because her mom loves you.

A/n: very unedited I didn't even look it over I'm just trying to post something for y'all before I sleep I have to wake up early again.

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theconstantsidekick · 2 years

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Captain America: Civil War ft Static (4) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angsty, Political

Summary: After watching Steve become an international fugitive to save his best friend (again), Tony wants to just talk to him and his sister to get them to sign the Accords and keep the Avengers together. But it seems like everyone has different plans.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing.

a/n: ok so, y/n isn't explicitly stated to be any race but seeing as I am POC, I wrote her with the same ideas in mind. I think it's especially important during this story to have someone from a different background to put forward their opinion. And I will not apologize for presenting that perspective in the media that I CHOOSE to write.

“Hey, you wanna see something cool?” Tony asks as he enters the tense room. It’s filled with a ringing silence. “I pulled something from Dad's archives. Felt timely.” With his free hand, he shows Steve two pens in a black presentation box with his blazer hanging off the other. Discarding the blazer off in the corner, he continues, “FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941.” He puts it on the table in front of him, where Steve is now seated. “Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most.”

“Some would say it brought our country closer to war,” Steve replies coyly.

And man, if that doesn’t annoy Tony.

“See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here,” he throws back. But then he sees the smile on Steve’s face and he relents. “I'm trying to . . . what do you call it?” He takes a seat opposite him. “That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?”

“Is Pepper here?” He asks casually, looking around. “I didn't see her.

Oh boy, Tony thinks.

“We're kinda . . . well, not kinda . . .” He tries.”

“Pregnant?” Steve prompts.

“No. Definitely not.” He scoffs self-deprecatingly. “We're taking a break,” he admits. “It's nobody's fault.” His fault.

“I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know,” Steve says with genuine care reflected in his eyes. And you know that’s the bummer of it all. He knows that Steve means it. He knows that at the end of the day, no matter how much Steve buts heads with him, and pushes him on things he doesn’t want to be pushed, he does it because he is the most genuine person to ever fucking be genuine. The biggest challenge of wanting, almost needing to hate the Captain America he grew up hearing unending praise of is that all the praise was well founded. Cap, Steve is the kind of man, even Tony would want to rattle off to his kid about. Because that is the envious charm of Steve Rogers. He’s unbelievably admirable, even in the worst of times, such as these.

“A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits,” he tells Steve. “Then, we had to mop up HYDRA . . . and then Ultron. My fault.” It was. “And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Because the truth is I don't wanna stop.” But the thing is, “I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference.“ He stands up and paces a little. “In her defence, I'm a handful. Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work,” He ponders aloud.

Looking at his reflection in the glass wall in front of him, he fixes his tie.

“You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single,” Steve remarks.

“Oh, really? You two knew each other?” He picks his blazer off the table he’s dumped it on. “He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times.” He begins putting his blazer on. “God, I hated you,” He admits, because fuck yeah he hated him. Steve was this unseen, un-present figure in his life that he was supposed to live up to. And try as he might, he never could.

“I don't mean to make things difficult,” Steve appeals.

“I know, because you're a very polite person.” Tony walks past his chair to stand in the other corner.

“If I see a situation pointed south . . . I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could.”

Bullshit.

“No, you don't.”

Steve smiles thinly. “No, I don't. Sometimes—”

Tony cuts him off. “Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych centre instead of a Wakandan prison.”

He can see the wheels in Steve’s beautiful blond head turning. He can see the man in front of him considering his offer.

Steve frowns thoughtfully and picks up one of the fountain pens from the presentation box. He stands up and paces, then turns to Tony. Behind him, in the control room beyond there are multiple screens on the walls, looking over every inch of the facility. Steve’s always looked big and strong, even in situations like this. Where he’s backed into a corner, not a lot of leg room, barely anywhere to run.

But it’s the kind of place Steve thrives, Tony presumes. ‘I could do this all day’ bullshit coming into play or whatever.

“I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards,” Steve supplies.

And Tony finally has an inch.

“Sure,” He agrees instantly. “Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended.” He takes the seat previously occupied by Steve. “I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated—”

“Wanda? What about Wanda?”

“She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company,” Tony answers.

“Oh God, Tony!” Of course. Stevie go boom boom. “Every time. Every time I think you see things the right way—”

“What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people,” Tony argues.

“Protection?” Steve challenges. “Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony,” His voice rising at the end.

“She's not a US citizen,” Tony argues, his voice rising in retaliation.

“Oh, come on, Tony!”

“And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction!”

“She's a kid!”

“GIVE ME A BREAK!” Tony pleads. “I'm doing what has to be done . . . to stave off something worse.”

But before Steve can say anything—

“No, you’re not.”

He looks at his sister. “It speaks… Apparently only to disagree with me… but it speaks.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you for fun, Tony. You’re blind if you can’t see that.” She bites back from where she’s standing at the other head of the table, opposite him.

“I am doing this for us,” Tony pleads. And why can’t she see that? The rest of them are fine. He expected pushback from Steve but why her? She’s supposed to have his back, always. So why can’t she see that is necessary?

“You’re not. You’re doing this for you.”

“Doesn’t negate the fact that it needs to be done,” Tony counters.

“Sounds pretty arrogant, don’t you think?”

He is well aware of the fact that he’s being arrogant, by why shouldn’t he be? This is inevitable. They are drowning, and he’s trying to get everyone to get on the lifeboat but she seems instant on going down with the Titanic.

“Doesn’t negate the fact that I’m right,” he states.

“For fuck’s sake, Tony! This shit is bigger than your ego.” She slams her hand against the table. And I’m the dramatic one?

“This shit is also bigger than your little crush on baby blue eyes over there,” He says, pointing accusingly at Steve. Is it a cheap shot? Yes. He knows that it is. But a part of him can’t help but feel that it might be true. He knows, he knows that no one can ever make Y/n do anything that she doesn’t want to but part of him—not as tiny as he would like—thinks that this never would’ve happened if Steve wasn’t around. If he wasn’t here, opposing him, she wouldn’t have either. Because when has she ever done that before? She has his back, always. He has hers. It’s always been that way. There is only one thing that has changed in their equation—the Star Spangled Man has started doing the devil’s tango with her.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asks, her eyebrows raised. It almost feels like she’s giving him a chance to reconsider, retrace his steps, make something up and try to act like he didn’t insinuate what he just did.

But ever the stubborn asshole, he says, “It means that half the reason you don’t want to sign the accords is that he doesn’t want to sign it.”

“Get over yourself, Tony. I don’t agree with a single thing he’s said,'' she states, contempt clear in her voice. “I’m not on his side. I’m not on his side.” Y/n’s eyes are locked dead into his as she continues, “But I sure as fuck won’t side with you.”

“You—you don’t agree with me?” Steve asks from where he stands diagonal to her, looking more lost than anyone with his intellect, who also happens to be cohabitating with the woman in question, should look.

“No,” she dismisses him without a second thought. Speaking to Tony again, she says, “You cannot actually expect me to—”

Steve chimes in once again, “Then why tell me to go find Bucky?” He runs an exhausted hand over his face.

“You told him to what now?” Tony asks, hands flying up.

“I never told you to find him. You were going to do it anyway, and there was no way of stopping you. I just told you to do it smartly—quietly. But that’s beside the point. I might not think that Sergeant Barnes blew up the UN but I never said I thought your benevolent stand on the Accords was logical,” she dismisses him again. Addressing Tony again, “And don’t you dare act surprised, like you didn’t think I’d—”

“I get to act however the fuck I want—”

Steve cuts off Tony’s protest, and in conjunction does the same to Y/n who was reeling up to meet him punch for punch. “You of all people—you don’t agree with me?”

Tony can hear the challenge in his voice. He knows well enough to know that this challenge just means he’s provoking her to get her attention.

Poor bastard, Tony thinks.

“Of course not, jackass! ‘The safest hands are still our own’?” He wanted her attention, he’s got all of it now. As she turns to face him now, Tony can see the steam flowing out of her ears. “Are you fucking losing it in your old age? The safest hands—?” She lets out the most condescending chuckle Tony’s ever heard. “You have any idea the kind of power we hold? Do you even have a small notion of the sheer magnitude of our power? And I don’t even mean your fucking heavy hitters like Vision, or Thor, or Wanda or—or me! No,” she shakes her head. “I mean fucking Hawkeye!” She exclaims. “Barton is capable of single-handedly taking down militias, mafias, criminal organizations overnight. And you know what that means? That means he can do the same goddamn thing to governments!” Her voice is raging. Tony remembers seeing a version of her like this a long time ago. It was in a courtroom when she was still a prosecutor. “That man, with a fucking bow and arrow can overthrow an entire government, especially in nations which don’t have stability. Nations where the government is a delicate balance managed by constant and relentless negotiations. He can bring down those establishments without breaking a fucking sweat!” Her arms are going wild.

“But he never would—” Steve tries.

She just laughs in his face. “He wouldn’t, is that it? You think he wouldn’t?”

Steve holds his ground. “No,” he states. “I know he wouldn’t.”

She looks at Tony and then back at Steve, a brutal smirk on her face, one which Tony knows leads to nothing but trouble. “You know how I know Barton’s capable of that shit, Steve? You know how I know? I know cause I fucking came up with it!” Oh fuck. “The plan that S.H.I.E.L.D. taught them was devised by me,” Tony remembers being terrified of the prosecutor-version of her sister. “And lemme tell you something else, Stevie boy.” The condescending tone is painful to witness. “There will come a day where Barton might just fucking use it and it will take a lot less than you think. You know how I know that?” Steve doesn’t answer so she does. “I know that because if you hurt Tony, and I don’t mean kill him, I mean just hurt him. Cause him pain, make him bleed, you hurt him, I would drop a building on you in a heartbeat and I will not have a single ounce of remorse for it.”

The pause that follows her statement is chilling.

No, seriously, Tony’s got fucking goosebumps. He’s not fucking around, and she sure as shit isn’t either.

But then, Steve, ever the fearless leader, counters. “Would you rather we give this kind of power away to someone else?”

Wrong question, Cap.

“This is not a discussion on nuclear deterrence, Steve. This is me calling for nuclear disarmament! I’m not saying Barton shouldn’t have that kind of power, I’m saying no one should!”

“But someone does,” Steve reasons.

“Yes, and you really think that doesn’t require oversight? You think when I call us nuclear it’s figurative? Cause it’s not Steve, we aren’t figuratively nuclear, we are literally nuclear,” she states with finality. “I don’t agree with a single line of the Accords because it’s a stupid fucking document that has nothing to do with public safety and everything to do with the privatization of superheroes, but do not confuse that with me being naive enough to think that we—that any of us are anything less than a constant threat to mankind—one bad day away from wreaking unforeseen devastation.”

“Then why not sign the Accords?” Tony finally decides to speak up. What? He went as long as he could without stealing the spotlight. He’s never been a fan of being a side character. “If you think we are capable of such—” he begins pacing, “destruction… why don’t you sign the damn thing?”

But what happens next kinda throws him off his game. Like way off. Because she relaxes. She is not a fiery red like she was when she was ripping Steve a new one, no. She’s calm and collected, like the Y/n he knows. And that kinda scares the shit out of Tony.

“Why are you trying to convince him to sign?” She asks, her head motioning towards Steve.

Tony folds his arms. “If he signs, we stay together. The Avengers stick together, instead of hunting each other down. We—we manage to do some good.”

She huffs. “What will that change?” She asks, sounding almost… annoyed. “What will change if you—a privileged white man gets him—Hitler’s wet fucking dream to sign the accords? What will that change? You think that will legitimize this somehow? That if Captain America signs the damn Accords it won’t be as heinous a document as it is right now?”

Tony wants to answer, but he isn’t given the chance.

“I am not like you, Tony. Not like him. What happens to people like us? The people who aren’t red-blooded American men?” With continued exasperation, she pulls a chair and sits on it. Like she’s taking a break, after a long day’s work. “Let’s put it this way,” she puts her feet on the table, one over the other. “Imagine if tomorrow, some sweet little second-generation immigrant Pakistani girl from I don’t know—Jersey City, let’s say—decides to become a superhero? You know, to defend her people, her small neighbourhood, her community. You make her sign the accords, and sign she does. But then there is a conflict in POK (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir)? There’s hundreds of people, begging for help, her people. But the UN—” she tsks. “—the UN decides what it always does, that they do not need to interfere. They decide that it isn’t a quarrel worth their democratic or military resources, let alone their Superheroic ones.” A beat. “What does she do then? Huh? Does she just sit there and take it? Does she just ignore the people asking for her help?” She clicks her fingers. “Better yet, what if there are hate crimes being committed in her neighbourhood, against her family, her aunty, her abbu or her bhai? What happens when the UN says that all that is too small-scale for her, beneath her? What does she do then?” With her elbow resting on the table, she begins creating small sparks around her fingers, rubbing them together, illuminating a soft pink glow.

“She can’t defy the accords, because unlike you, she doesn’t have the money or resources to get herself out of it. Neither does she have the undying allegiance of “the American people” that people seem to have for Cap over there, because she doesn’t look like him. She looks… different. So tell me, what does this little kid do?”

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t have a comeback to that. So Tony just stands there.

The sparks are gone and she stands too, faces him with her hands in her pockets, “I know I have a lot of privilege and power, and most of it is thanks to Peggy and Howard, and thankful I am. But there is absolutely no point in having this power if I don’t use it to do something worthwhile. To speak for little hypothetical kids like her. I may not be interested in being a hero but I’m not going to strip the chance away from others.”

“But like you said, this is hypothetical,” Tony tries. “The chances of this actually going down, what are they?” He takes a step towards her. “We can’t fight battles based on hypotheticals. And if you want to then, sure. Fine. What if Barton goes rogue tomorrow? You just said he could take down entire governments. So what then?”

Swinging her head from one side to the other, in mild agreement, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe there isn’t a point. But if Barton ever does go Darkside, we’ll be there to stop it regardless of the Accords. However, with the Accords, the chances that we get to bring him back to the light become lower.”

“If that is what you believe, how can you say you don’t agree with me?” Steve finally speaks up.

She lets out a frustrated grunt. “God. I don’t know how this isn’t getting through either of your thick heads!” She looks from one man to the other and then grunts again, “I am saying that these Accords suck. This one particular document is bad. It makes the individual reveal their identity to the public, which will cause a lot more harm than good for the ones who hide their identity to save the people closest to them. It grants the UN control over the missions we get to go on, taking away our autonomy. It’s an overall shit deal!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“We all have to make sacrifices, Y/n!” Tony shouts out. “But if it helps people, I for one, happen to think it’s worth it.”

“It’s not about sacrifices—”

He cuts her off, “Isn’t it? Because you say you want oversight but you oppose every restriction put on you. But I’m sorry to break it to you, Stark; this is what oversight looks like!”

“No it isn’t! This—this is just a leash around our neck, albeit a bedazzled one,” she exclaims and turns away in a frustrated huff, hands running through her hair.

Tony gets that at least. He’s frustrated too. Why can’t you see it?

But then she lets out a small laugh, but it sounds all wrong. It sounds exhausted and scornful. “You remember what you used to say about peace?” She turns to look at him now, a similar exhausted, scornful smile on her lips. “Howard did too. Do you remember it?”

Yes, he does.

Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.

But he stays quiet.

“Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy,” she puts her hands back in her pockets, regaining composure. Then she clicks her tongue. “Well, we’re the biggest stick out there. Do you really think no one else will try to get a bigger one for themselves?”

“Then why not let the sticks decide?” Steve asks, head hung low, hands on his hips.

And suddenly she’s irritated again.

Tony has never seen Y/n be so… agitated before. It’s confusing him.

“Because the sticks are idiots. Sometimes they go all mad scientists and give birth to the next fucking Terminator,” she bites back. Say what you will, Ultron was way better than T1000. For one, he wasn’t fucking stupid. “Or they lose control over their hidden powers and open portals to other dimensions, ready to swallow the world whole.” Oooh. Yeah, that one was not fun. “And other times, they create absolute chaos on the streets of Bucharest to save their childhood best friend,” she says with a pointed look at her boyfriend.

Ouch, Tony thinks, that one’s gotta hurt.

“Even nuclear weapons are less threatening than us, cause at least they don’t have emotions,” she adds, her voice softer than before. She looks tired.

But then, Steve—ever the man to just… talk it out—says, “I don’t agree with Tony but, I don’t understand why you’re acting like we don’t know what we’re talking about? Like we’re kids, being stubborn?”

And that seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. “Because you do know what you’re talking about!” It’s almost as if she blows up. “Steve, this much unchecked power? You know exactly what it is capable of.” But then she turns to Tony, “And fuck! Centralizing this much power?” She shrugs at her own rhetorical question. “Usually ends in fascism.”

Both of them begin to argue. Or try at least. She cuts them off before they can.

Throwing up her hands she says, “Look I don’t care. Believe what you wanna believe, fight for what you wanna fight. All I need is for both of you to be honest enough to admit that you’re doing this for you.” She points to Steve, “You don’t want to give up your freedom.” Then she points to Tony, “You don’t want to live with your guilt.” Running a frustrated hand over her face, she adds, “And I just want all of this to be over.” With that, she walks out.

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xxplaugexx · 2 years

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"Hair"

synopsis; ever since thor learned how to do your hair, he became obsessed with it. the realization struck him, he's actually obsessed with you.

pairings; thor odinson x poc! reader

warnings; fluff, swearing

word count; 1,387

a/n; i really like this fic, lol

Living in the compound was so boring. Being the youngest and most reckless of the Avengers, you were on watch 24/7.

It made no sense to you.

I mean yes you crashed half of Tony Stark's suits, hid Captain America’s shield, made Clint arrows that would come back to him like boomerangs and dyed Natasha’s hair blue, but other than that, you were very responsible.

There was The Incident, but you weren’t allowed to bring that up anymore. No one was. Talk of The Incident had been banned since The Incident happened.

All in all, it stopped you from having any fun.

But, when your favorite Asgardian came to visit every once in a while, things changed.

They put him on ‘y/n duty’ whenever he was here.

They made a chore chart for it.

That being said, it was quite easy for you to get away with things. No one dared argue with The God of Thunder, so if something bad happened while he was under your watch, they simply had to…get over it.

But how did you get to do whatever you wanted? It was easy really. Tell Thor what you want to do, that is clearly against the rules in the Big Book Of y/n Vol. 3. Have him tell you no. You say “Please.”

He, again, replies with “No.” Then you furrow your eyebrows in sadness, pout your lips, and give him puppy eyes. “Fine.” And he caves.

You were playing outside, a red dress with silver jewelry working with the cool tones of your brown skin, playing with the dog you may or may not have snuck into the compound.

It’s still here because you and Peter worked together to convince Tony. You named her Jackpot.

A few minutes later, the wind picked up behind you, you turned around to see the bright colors of the bifrost lighting up in a pillar behind you. Thor.

When the colors faded, and Thor emerged in the middle of the bifrost imprint on the ground, you immediately felt happier. He hadn’t been here in two months. “Odinson!”

You ran up to him, quite literally jumping into his arms and he kept you lifted off the ground as he reciprocated the hug, Mjölnir disregarded on the ground. “Hello y/n!”

“I missed you so much.” you smiled up at the man. “I missed you too.”

You began to walk back to the compound, when the tiny puppy came up to your feet. You gasped as you picked her up. “I almost forgot. We got a puppy! Her name’s Jackpot.”

“Oh! it’s so cute and tiny with its little ears and everything!”

You nodded as Thor gently took the puppy in his hands.

Well hand. He held it in one hand.

Opening the door for you, Thor led you both into the compound. The first person you were met with was Nat. “Hello Natasha.” She simply nodded at Thor, eyeing the dog in his hand.

Jackpot ate one of her suits. It wasn’t y/n’s influence either.

You looked up to Thor. “So I had an idea.”

“That’s never good.” Tony said as he entered the room.

“Hush, Anthony. Do you want to help me braid my hair?”

Thor usually loved doing this, especially after his hair was cut on Sakaar and he couldn’t braid his own. But y/n never went to ask Thor first. He was skeptical. “Why me?”

“Natasha doesn’t have the kind of patience for what I want to do, Sam and Bucky aren’t here, and Jackie here,” you took Jackpot from him, holding up her paws, “doesn't have opposable thumbs.”

He considered his options. “Sure.”

You beamed up at him, and a smile began to tug at his lips. He loved seeing you happy. “Tony, I need your card.” You said and walked up to him. “No.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and walked away. “Come on, Thor.” Thor followed you as you began to leave the compound through the front. “Where are we going?”

“The hair store.” You said as though it was obvious. “You have money?”

You nodded and pulled a gold card from your pocket. The name on the card? Anthony Stark. Thor smiled and shook his head. “Sneaky girl.”

Once you reached the front door, you heard FRIDAY. “Miss l/n, a message from Mister Stark.”

“Y/N M/N L/N!! GET BACK HERE WITH MY CARD OR I WON'T LET YOU OUT THE COMPOUND FOR A WEEK!”

They simply ignored the message and left the compound. Thor was here, she couldn’t get in trouble anymore. At least until he left.

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It was 12 am. You and Thor are more halfway done with your hair. He was definitely moving at a quicker pace, sitting on the trunk on the foot of your bed, while you were sitting on the floor, your ninth Disney movie in front of you.

Ever since you taught him how to braid, he’s fallen in love with doing it, sometimes finishing your hair when you can’t yourself. He’s gotten better at it. Something made you think he’s been practicing.

When you finished the current braid, you dropped your arms. “I’m tired.”

“Five more, my dove.” You groaned loudly, leaning back in between his legs. “Let me just get my second wind.”

You definitely must’ve fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, you had only one braid left to do. “What time is it?”

“Fifteen to one.”

“Shit. Have you been doing these? You could’ve woken me up—”

“Shh, my love, it's fine. I’m almost done.” As you turned your head back to face the TV, you felt Thor’s gentle hands adding the hair to your natural one to finish the final knot less braid. Four minutes later and he was done.

“Finally.” You practicality jumped from off the floor, running over to your dresser to grab your bonnet. “Wait, don't you need the hot water and the squishy curly tubes and the foamy stuff.?”

You smiled as Thor mentioned all the things you were too sleepy to complete tonight. You put the bonnet on your head, and walked over to stand in between Thor's legs.

You grabbed his face. “I'm going to bed.”

He pouted, which was absolutely fucking adorable, and you smiled at him. “Thor, if we watch another movie, I’m going to fall asleep.”

“Then fall asleep in my arms.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifted you up and carried you to the bed. “Better, isn’t it?”

You laughed as you both got comfortable in the bed. You reached for the remote on the bedside table and put on Emperors New Groove. It was one of you and his favorite movies.

“y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled at him. “I love you too.”

“No, I mean,” He grabbed your hand, pulled you towards him, making you face him. “I’m in love with you. I came back to tell you that. I found myself missing you more than I usually do whenever I’m away. And, in light of everything that’s happened I needed to tell you now before—if you don’t-”

He didn’t get to finish, you had already captured his lips in a passionate kiss. “I’m in love with you too.”

Then you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

That following morning, you woke up early. Earlier that someone should have after spending over five hours doing their hair. You decided to dip your hair, and put the flexi rods in now. You did this all in the kitchen. Then went back into your room.

You stepped into your closet and picked out an outfit. When you stepped out of your room, Thor was gone. You hopped in the shower, got dressed, took out the flexi rods, then made your way down to the kitchen for some food.

There stood Thor, standing by the toaster. He looked over to you, a smile growing on his lips. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed you gently. This was definitely going to be a thing. “I love your hair.” You muttered a thank you, feeling quite shy, at the moment.

You both didn’t realize the other person in the room. Stark, holding Jackpot against his chest. “What the shit?!”

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missacidburn928 · 1 year

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LUNATIC Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

"I've been summoned" you proclaim, as you walk into the enormous lab, the AI directed you to, occupied by earth's mightiest scientists.

Bruce looks up from his table, a surprised expression on his face at seeing you stand before them.

"Honestly I wasn't sure you would show." Tony states as he continues tinkering. "After seeing your little weapons lab in your warehouse -"

"Lair." You correct him. "Tartarus is far more than a warehouse."

"I fully consent to any form of playtime your offering. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit jealous the others have had you before me. I am the playboy after all."

"And I'm the vigilante sex worker with a lust for blood and debauchery." You husk out. "I get it. I also understand that as much as you like to play up the Dom vibes you're really more of a Switch."

"You can sense that huh?" He teases.

"Part of my day job is to read people and give them what they need."

"And what do I need?"

"And what energy am I giving off now?"

You step between him and the bench, chests pressed against each other. You run a hand up his chest, tapping his arc reactor once before continuing your trek up his neck and around to the back of his head. Your fingers dance along his nape, tickling the shorn locks before grabbing a fistful and wrenching his head back and pushing him down onto his knees.

A wicked smile crosses your face. "Bruce. If you don't want to watch me make Tony worship my body like a temple I suggest you retreat to somewhere else."

"I'm good where I am." He states, locking eyes with you. "I'm due a much needed break anyway. Told I work too much. Might as well enjoy a show while I'm at it."

You turn back to Tony. "Undo my jeans and remove them."

#poc reader #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers smut #avengers au #tony stark x you #tony stark x reader #tony stark #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner #tony stark smut #bruce banner smut

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 14 days

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I'm Longing To Linger Til Dawn, Dear

Wordcount: 12k

Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Summary:

After a successful mission with the Guardians, Tony decides celebrations are in order. What better place to do that than the Jazz club Honey works at. Especially if it’s a surprise for their favorite songstress.

Warnings:

Smut, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Polyamory, Female Character of Color, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Light BDSM, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Dom Thor (Marvel), Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Bad Jokes, MusicJazz - Freeform, Celebrations, Partying

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This took me some time to finish but I'm happy with the end result. This installment is very song heavy. I created an entire set list that I will post in the end notes to give credit where credit is due and not give anything away. I will also have links embedded to the songs as well. Bold are song lyrics Italics are thoughts Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Dirty, worn out and all together disheveled, The Avengers, along with the Guardians of the Galaxy and a battle-worn Valkyrie, prepare to load on to their respective aircrafts and embark on the journey home.

“Revels abound! Thank you Guardians! And you as well Brunhilde for the aid in our victory! You are most welcome to join in our post mission celebrations. I am sure Tony can accommodate you at the compound.” Thor boasts joyfully in his post battle glory. He is a God of war afterall.

“How generous of you Point Break to go ahead and invite the rag tag band of misfits to our home.” Tony retorts as he rids himself of his Iron Man suit with the push of a button.

“You are most welcome Stark.” Your golden retriever of a man, pleased with himself, replies. Steve and Bucky just shake their heads and chuckle.

“Right. Well, Quill. You guys like music right. You’re blaring it all the time it seems. I have an idea where we can celebrate tonight actually. But we're all gonna need to clean up real nice for it. I can provide what you need but I’m going to need to send everyone's sizes to Pep. Also my fellow Avengers, anyone you want to tag along I’m gonna need to know about to also send to Pep. Except you three.” He points to your trio with a raised brow.

“Why not us three?” The Captain replies, brows furrowed.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Capsicle. I have a reason. Seeing as we’ll be heading to your little Honey’s club to celebrate, I figured you’d want to surprise her. Therefore negating the need for me to know your plus one. Actually do you know if she is even working tonight?” He inquires.

Buck is quick to reply. “It’s the third Saturday of the month so she may not be. She usually takes it off so she can have a free weekend once a month with us. But we all left quickly for this mission and barely had a chance to check in with her so that may have changed. I’d have to find out.”

Nat saunters over. “No need. I spoke with her yesterday and she decided to switch her night off for next weekend. Plus she wanted to be there to support Sy as he’s stepping out from just the band and back vocals to warming up the crowd on his own for the first time tonight.”

“Sy?” Steve asks.

“Yeah. He’s her ex fuck buddy. But they’re still close friends. She got him the job at Chanticleers actually.” She smirks.

“Wait. You mean the bearded guy built like a fucking brickhouse that plays the guitar and piano?” Bucky pipes in.

“That would be him, yes.”

“Makes sense they would have history together. He looks like a damn Viking. Could almost give me and Steve a run for our money. Guess it’s time to get to know this Sy a little better if he’s spending so much time with our girl during the week.” He gives Steve and Thor a look and it seems they're all on the same page with that one.

They just want to make sure no one encroaches on what’s rightfully theirs. One can never be too careful.

“Oooh that’s gonna be fun to watch. I’ve never seen all of them get all possessive before. They share so well normally.” Tony intones. “Looks like it’s settled then. We’ll head to the compound, get dressed up and then it's off to Chanticleers to watch these three lose their minds. I’m quite excited to see the little vixen in her element. That display at my afterparty was nice but I need the full immersive experience.”

“Steven has never actually seen her perform at the club before. This will be a most promising venture in self control for him. I can not wait. To the Quinjet. Brunhilde you will ride with us.” Thor turns on his heel and heads on to the jet.

Another Saturday night, another evening to impart your special brand of entertainment on the souls packed into this little club.

Chanticleers is not some big swanky Jazz bar with layers of silk lining the walls and balcony seats. Oh no, Chanticleers is a sweet little spot full of charm and sass. Just like it’s beloved performers.

It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but that’s the point. If every Tom, Dick and Harry knew of the place, it would lose what’s most special about it. Stepping through those doors is like stepping back in time with a twist.

A vast space of brick walls painted black and crimson, filled with colorful abstract jazz art created by local Artists of color. A moderate sized stage, complete with a big band setup, stands proudly against the back wall. Situated to the left of the stage, is where the bar is located, complete with a red cedar counter and suspender wearing barkeep with a gentlemans cut. A small dance floor sits in front of the stage surrounded by various tables. Large booths line the remaining walls, leaving space for a small hallway that leads to the restrooms and backstage areas.

You're currently nestled in the dressing room. Perched on the velvet bench of the vanity, putting on the finishing touches of your makeup, a deep crimson lip. Tonight you’ve gone for neutral tones with a bold lip and light smokey eye. Your entire look is low key sexy. Just enough skin to entice but enough hidden to have them imagining what could possibly be hidden underneath. You want the attention to be on your performance, not your looks after all.

With a final smack of your lips, and an air kiss to the mirror you head out to the wings to check on how Sy is handling warming up the crowd on his own.

As you approach the curtain you watch on as every woman is enraptured by the mammoth of a man with the buttery baritone voice. He was nervous that no would listen and he’d get booed off the stage. I told him he had nothing to worry about. I knew he'd be soaking panties left and right once he opened his mouth.

Scanning the crowd you notice a couple servers heading towards a roped off section of the club with a rather large order of drinks on their trays. I don’t remember there being a party reserved for tonight. Must be a last minute large group. No matter. I’ll make sure tonight is worth the price tag I know comes with those seats.

Eyes following the path of the servers you spot a very familiar redhead dressed to the nines in all black, sandwiched between a very dapper looking scientist and surprisingly pulled together archer in a purple suit. Only Clint would don a purple suit for a night on the town.

Upon closer inspection you realize the rest of the Avengers, complete with significant others and the Guardians are in attendance. You even spot Brunhilde looking like a warrior goddess in sea foam green holding court next to Thor.

Those cheeky little assholes. They must have finished their mission and came out to celebrate. I’m sure the billionaire and the widow have something to do with them all being here. But I’m not complaining. My men look fucking delectable. A full four courses. They know what they’re doing too. But so do I. They’ll fall under my spell just like the rest.

You take a moment to admire your little harem of dashing men. They do clean up very well. It’s not the first or last time you’ll see them donning a suit but something about the informal formal wear is doing something to you. It’s like they all chose violence this evening, attacking you with their collective big dick energy. Seriously, it was enough to have you ruining your panties.

Bucky in his black on black suit, sans tie, top two buttons undone, hair slicked back and day old stubble along his jaw. Steve with his hair in a perfect deep gentleman's cut, well trimmed beard adorning his face, donning a dark blue three piece suit, complete with striped tie and pocket square. Let’s not forget Thor, looking very much the modern day King, in a deep teal blazer, gray slacks, a white button down with the top three buttons undone and blonde locks loosely pulled back into a low bun.

Seriously you’re going to have to channel all of this lust into your vocals so you can even the playing field. Let the show begin.

The house lights dim, signaling the main show is about to begin. Sy has moved to sit with the band that surrounds a single vintage microphone, placed dead center of the stage.

The lights go out for a brief moment before a lone spot light illuminates you, with your black stiletto nails wrapped so carefully around the mic. Dream A Little Dream Of Me begins to play and your sultry haunting voice starts to fill the space.

Your eyes drift through the crowd. Pulling the guests in with your subtle seductive movements. You finally allow yourself to look toward the section you know your men are occupying and zone in on the three of them. You can clearly see this particular song is having an effect on Bucky and Steve. It is a song from their glory days afterall. Thor just seems enticed with your body as you move along to the music and he sips on the amber liquid in his glass.

Not one to shy away from a moment to tease your men when they have no other choice but to wait patiently until they can have you to themselves, you keep your eyes locked on your Super Soldiers as you near the end of your first song of the night.

“Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me”

As the last note is finished, a saccharine sweet smile adorns your face as you address the club.

“Welcome everyone to Chanticleers. You can call me Honey. I’ll be your songstress for the evening. For those new faces among the crowd, let me tell ya a bit about what we do here.” You keep your gaze on the section full of superheroes and their guests as you elaborate.

“Our little Jazz Club. Or speakeasy. Quite honestly both terms fit the bill.” The room chuckles at your little joke. “Chanti’s is a place to forget about the world outside for a bit and escape to another time and place. That time and place can be whatever you need it to be in your mind's eye. We just provide a starting point for some and a special place for others.”

Tony looks intrigued as you continue on. “You’re in for a treat tonight, if I do say so myself. You have already had the pleasure of meeting one of our band members, Sy, as he graced the stage by his lonesome for the first time to provide you with ambiance before we got started tonight. Let’s give him a nice round of applause for keeping you heathens happy while I got suited and booted for tonight.” Sy glares daggers your way and just shakes his head while the audience claps for him.

“He really was wonderful, wasn't he, ladies? Before I get sidetracked, tonight's Big Band Night. What’s that you say? Well every song performed tonight, no matter the decade or genre, will be done in a 40s/50s style. So grab a drink, make sure your dance partner is near and let’s get on with the show.”

The band starts playing a jazzy rendition of Hit ‘Em Up Style.

The section containing your men and their friends watches on captivated as you play around with an early 2000’s classic. Being sassy and coy while delivering lyrics about getting revenge on a cheating ex, as the dance floor in front of you begins to fill with couples. You begin to do a little impromptu scatting, Steve and Bucky share a quick look with each other, clearly communicating something without words.

Bucky leans over and whispers in Steve’s ear. “Weren’t expecting her to throw you back to the dance halls, were ya pal?” He shakes his head no in response. “Don’t worry, it did the same thing to me the first time too. She truly is a wet dream personified. Let me guess? We’re only on the second song of the night and your dick is probably already making your pants uncomfortable.” Again he nods. “Thought so. We can show her how much we appreciated her performance later. Maybe she’ll give us a private encore.”

The song ends with you giving a wink to Steve as you walk to the piano with the mic in your hand.

“This one’s for the lovers out there.” You hop up onto the piano lid as the first chords of a sweet tempoed version of All of Me commences.

You croon softly atop the piano for about half of the song before you proceed to make your way back to the mic stand and really throw your voice into the end of this ballad.

“Give me all of you, oh Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginnin' Even when I lose, I'm winnin' 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh”

“So you’re telling me, that the hot chick with a voice up there is dating not only Thor but Steve and Bucky as well?” Quill asks Brunhilde.

“Yes Quill. That’s precisely what I’m telling you. Now would you quiet down so I can continue to enjoy the show?” She quips back.

“Continue to undress Honey’s former paramour with your eyes is more like it. Brunhilde you are looking at him like, what’s that phrase Honey likes to use? Ah yes…like a snack.” Thors jests at the Valkyrie.

“He is quite a feast for the eyes. Never you mind where mine wander too. Keep yours on that delectable little siren of yours. I can see why she needs three of you.” She cracks back.

“Who’s all ready to show off those dancing skills? There’s a man back there I know for fact could show you lot a thing or two about how to woo a woman on the dance floor. I also know a man back there who thinks his hips are a god's gift to women. So I say…why don't we have a little dance off? What do you think?” You question the crowd but your focus is on a smirking Bucky and shock faced Sam.

“I know she is not saying that Tin Man can best me on the dance floor.” The aghast Falcon replies.

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what she’s saying. Don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your lady friend Sam. Maybe you should sit this one out and let Buck give the room a lesson.” Nat instigates.

“Oh hell naw. Buck get up. We’re doing this. You’re going down old man.” Sam grabs his date and heads to the floor.

“Did ya really have to rial him up so much Nat? For that, you’re going to be my partner. For once, please just follow my lead.” He chuckles and holds out his hand for her to take as they make their way to the dance floor.

“Looks like my challenge has been accepted. Sy if you wouldn’t mind…”

A little dramatic piano intro begins followed quickly by your sultry voice.

“Heeeeeyyyy. Yeeeaaaah. I wanna shoop baaaaabaaaabbbyyy yeah huh.”

The band swings in as you begin to rap along to this Big Band version of Salt ‘n Peppa’s Shoop. A stunned Sam fumbles to grab his date as Buck and Nat have already begun to swing to the up tempo beat.

The audience is going wild watching Bucky do his thing while Sam tries to keep up. Others have joined in on the fun but Steve can’t keep his eyes off you as you dance and play along on stage and with the crowd, cheering Bucky on. How the hell did I get so lucky to share this woman with my best friends. She has no idea what is going to be in store for her tonight.

Bucky tosses Nat in the air and catches her just as you're ending the song.

“I like what ya do. When ya dooo. I like it…when ya… shoooooooo….OOOOOOOOp…yeah yeah!”

The audience erupts in cheers as Bucky places Nat down and grins over at Sam. “Not so old now am I?”

“Whatever man. You only won cus this is your decade.” Sam pouts.

You shake your head and get the room's attention again. “ Wooo wee was that something. Thank you for that, really. Now we’re starting to near the end of tonight’s set. I think after that high it’s best that we slow it down and ease on into the rest of your night. Here’s some Rihanna to ease that burn Sammy.” You wink at the pride wounded man as Sy strikes up the beginning chords to Love On The Brain.

Only you and Sy are lit with a spotlight as you lose yourself in the song and lyrics. Your feelings leaking out into the room as you think about your men. Such different temperaments and styles of dominant male and yet it's the perfect combination for you. Thor with his sweet soft Caring Dom vibes. Bucky with his intense Primal Dom urges. Let’s not forget that perfect Gentleman Dom that is Steve. They are everything you need and more.

You make sure to maintain eye contact with the three of them as you serenade the audience.

“Don't you stop loving me (loving me) Don't quit loving me (loving me) Just start loving me (loving me) Oh, and baby I'm fist fighting with fire Just to get close to you Can we burn something, babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste Must be love on the brain That's got me feeling this way (feeling this way) It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good And I can't get enough Must be love on the brain yeah And it keeps cursing my name (cursing my name) No matter what I do, I'm no good without you And I can't get enough Must be love on the brain”

Their eyes don't stop devouring you once. As you finish the song you're a bit of a panting mess. You’re most definitely keyed up and ready to be off this stage and surrounded by your men. Two more songs to go and then the real fun can begin.

They all unconsciously take a sip of their matching amber drinks at the same time. A glint of mischief in all their eyes.

“We’re taking it back this time. A nice little moment to hold your dearest and sway on the dance floor. Come on down. Don't be shy. Now’s your chance to hold them extra close and work your magic.”

You perform Billie Holidays version of It Had To Be You with such a calm cool ease. You’ve been singing this song since you were little. It’s become second nature to you. Watching all the couples on the dance floor warms your heart. It allows you to quickly transition to the next song.

“Lovers. Remain where you are as we bring the tempo up a bit.”

The band plays a 40s swing cover of Still Into You. It’s light and fun and sweet. Like all the couples cuddled up on the dance floor.

“Some things just, some things just make sense And one of those is you and I (Hey) Some things just, some things just make sense And even after all this time (Hey) I'm into you, baby, not a day goes by That I'm not into you”

Once the song ends, as always you introduce the band before singing your last song. You notice Brunhilde hasn't kept her eyes off Sy all night. I see you spying my former Viking B and I don't blame you.

It’s finally time to end your set and leave the patrons of this lovely establishment to venture off on their own adventures for the rest of the night.

“Tonight has been a blast and I hope that we’ve been able to provide you with the escape you needed. We have one last song for you tonight before you head out on your merry way. But don't be surprised if it has you coming back for more.” A devilish smile illuminates your face as you perform your final seduction of the night.

“I put a spell on you because you're mine You better stop the things that you do I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin' I just can't stand it babe The way you're always runnin' 'round I just can't stand it, the way you always put me down I put a spell on you because you're mine I put a spell on you because you're mine You better stop the things that you do I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin' I just can't stand it babe The way you're always runnin' 'round I just can't stand it, the way you always put me down I put a spell on you because you're mine I put a spell on you. I put a spell on you I put a spell on you. I put a spell on you”

It’s as if you really did put a spell on the crowd. The room is full of hungry eyes and pent up tension that needs a release. Just the way you like to end a night.

“Once again, I’m Honey, your resident songstress. Thank you for giving me your time and attention. Goodnight everyone.”

You blow the crowd a kiss as the lights go out and you hurry backstage while you wait for the crowd to dissipate. Downing some much needed water as your manager approaches you to let you know that Tony Stark has decided that he doesn’t want his night to end here and has rented out the club for the rest of the night so he and his friends can “continue the party with some privacy”. He’s even paying extra for any band member that wishes to stay and play if they are needed.

Of course Mr. Money Bags rented out the club. Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a chance to actually dance with my men and have some fun. I really have missed them.

After a touch up to your makeup and finalizing who in the band is staying, you’re ready to head back out and enjoy the rest of your night. It’s been a long 2 weeks without your men and limited contact. Plus you’re kind of excited to introduce them to Sy. Knowing Nat, she most likely already stirred the pot and dropped the little fact that he’s your ex fuckbuddy who you’re still close to.

Speaking of the grizzly bear of a Southern gentleman, he’s heading your way.

“Hey Sugar. Ya ready for all that hullabalu out there? Should I be concerned that I’m gonna get a super hero beat down from your men or just an interrogation?” He gives you his arm to latch onto as you make your way down the hall out into the main room.

“Honestly, I don't quite know Sy. They’re fine sharing with each other and they aren't much of the jealous type. It’s not like we’re still fucking. I think Tony may give you more trouble than them. Maybe even Sam. Although I’m sure there will be questions. They are a nosy bunch. Answer them however you see fit. I have nothing to hide. But I can only speak for me. If I know my men the way I think I do, ya’ll might just end up best friends sharing stories before the night is over.” You laugh out and smile brightly at the scruffy mountain of a man.

The scene you walk into is one you are actually familiar with by this point in your relationship. The room is full of raucous laughter and chatter as the Avengers and Guardians let themselves enjoy a night free of responsibility.

You find your men sitting at a booth. Steve and Thor are engaged in a conversation with Brunhilde while Sam and Bucky bicker about that dance off. Cleary Sam is still bitter that he lost.

Bucky catches your eye as you approach them, still on Sy’s arm.

“Hey there sweetness. You were amazing tonight as always.” At his greeting, the rest of the table turns your way with grins on their faces.

“You most certainly were Doll. Brought back some memories for me and most certainly created some new and hopefully future ones.” Steve comments with a wink and a smirk.

“And you looked ravishing as always, my Queen.” Thor imparts with his panty melting smile.

You feel heat begin to rise in your cheeks and core at the praise you’ve just received. These suave bastards know just what they’re doing.

“Why thank you boys. I do aim to please.” You give a little curtsy.

Bucky lifts his glass and stares you deep in the eyes with his heated gaze. “Oh you most certainly hit the mark babygirl.”

He maintains eye contact as he takes a sip of his drink, quirking one brow.

You swallow back a whimper as you remain clutched to Sy’s arm. “What ya got in that glass Sarg?”

He crooks two of his metal fingers at you in a come hither fashion as he answers you. “Why don’t you let go of your former fuckbuddy and come over here and find out.”

You unlatch yourself from Sy and proceed over to Bucky, who wraps his metal arm around your waist and pulls you down onto his lap. Before you have a chance to get comfortable he leans in and kisses you. Running his tongue along your bottom lip for entrance, until you open up and get the first taste of whiskey on his tongue. There’s no holding back the small moan at this point.

He knows what getting that second hand taste of that particular beverage does to you. You begin to melt as the kiss gets deeper and a little more heated. You completely forget you're in a room full of people at your place of work. Sam clearing his throat knocks you both out of your lust drunk stupor.

“That’s one way to mark your territory.” Sam snarks before turning to Sy. “Hey man, I’m Sam. I am not attached to Honey in any way other than being a friend to these knuckleheads. You’re Sy right?” He reaches his hand out.

“That would be correct. Nice ta meet ya.” Sy shakes his hand then proceeds to reach over you to Bucky. “Syverson but you can call me Sy. I presume your James Barnes?”

They shake hands. “Bucky is fine man. Nice to put a face to the name.”

“Likewise.” He turns to Steve next. “I know a fellow Captain when I see one. Nice to meet you, Captain Rogers.”

“Fellow Captain huh? You retired?” They shake hands.

“Been out for about three years now. Was ready for a slower pace ta life. This one definitely helped with that transition.” He nods his head towards you.

“I’m sure she did.” He smirks and sets off butterflies in your stomach.

“You must be the God of Thunder himself. Nice to meet your acquaintance, your majesty.” Sy bows his head to Thor as you let out a giggle. Both from the action and from the fingers Bucky was softly teasing up your side.

“No need for all that. Thor is just fine, former paramour of my Queen’s. I agree with James. It is nice to put a face to the name we’ve recently heard about.” He boasts in his usual jovial fashion.

He catches Brunhilde watching him with a lustful gaze at this point. “And who is this lovely woman?”

“Brunhilde. You did great work up there. I rather enjoyed it.”

She reaches out her hand and he grabs it to set a kiss upon her knuckles. “You’re very welcome.”

Of course Sam just has to break the building sexual tension with his nosy ass tendencies. “I’d ask how you know Honey girl, but Nat filled us in on the jet about your prior friends with benefits status. So I’ll ask instead how ya’ll met?”

The glare you gave him could melt an iceberg.

Sy just shakes his head at your reaction. “I’m fine telling that story. But Imma need a seat and a drink to properly tell it.” He grabs a chair from a nearby table and spins it around so that he can straddle it with his massive thighs. Laying a thick forearm on the back he waves and shouts over at Calista the only bartender remaining. “Hey Darlin can you grab our usual? Make mine a double and bring a glass of water with Sugar’s Hot Toddy please. Thanks.”

Steve arches a brow and cocks his head to the side. “Sugar?”

Sy breaks out in a smug smile. “Yeah. That’s what I’ve always called her. Sweet as sugar. Wild as fire. I get why you lot and everyone else calls her Honey though. Be good to her and she gives you nothing but sweetness. Fuck with her and she’ll sting. It is what it is.”

You smile sweetly at him while all three of your men nod along to his reasoning as Calista places your drinks down and pats Sy on the shoulder. “Need anything else just let me know.”

“Alright you’ve got your drink and a seat. Spill mountain man.” Sam impatiently rushes out. “I feel like this is a good story and I can’t wait to see Tin Man here squirm.”

You just roll your eyes at his antics.

Chuckling Sy begins. “Sugar and I met one night about two and a half years back. I was just six months out of the Army back then and trying to adjust to civilian life and all the excess down time I had. My friends dragged me out of my apartment to a bar called Loomis’ for the night. Apparently it was this crazy bar with 90s Horror memorabilia all over the walls and a huge picture of Billy Loomis from Scream licking food colored corn syrup from his fingers over the back of bar, where the all female bartenders, who were ‘fucking smoking’, would get up on the bar and dance throughout the night.”

You can’t help but chime in. “ My good friend and former dancer, Eli, owned it. She was short staffed and asked me to fill in since it was a busy night and I used to work there when I was broke and needed quick cash. I kind of missed the chaos so I agreed.”

“Right. Well that little tidbit I did not know. Thanks Sugar. Anyways. I was enjoying my time and the place was packed. Somehow me and my buddys made it up close to the bar. Then I see this wild fire of a woman climb up on the bar with two of the other bartenders and point to the jukebox. I’m assuming security or someone else on staff, keys in a number and Joan Jett’s I Love Rock ‘N Roll starts playing. This little firecracker starts singing along and swaying her hips and putting on quite the little show with her fellow coworkers. I’m still not convinced nothing ever happened between the three of you.”

You burst out laughing. Almost choking on your drink. “The three of us? No. Me and T? The Tyra banks look alike? Oh yeah. Something happened between us before.” You send him a wink as Bucky lightly growls in your ear and pulls you tighter to his chest.

“See, I knew there was history there somewhere. Where was I? Oh. Yeah. While she was dancing on top of the bar with the girls, holding the whole bar's attention, some dumbass guy grabbed her ankle. When she went to kick him off, he just grabbed her harder. Which I assume is what made her lose her balance and start to fall into the crowd. Lucky for her I was up close and she landed right into my arms. She gave me this damn smile full of sugar and fire before opening that pouty mouth and blessing me with her speaking voice. If I remember correctly it was something along the lines of ‘My bearded knight. Will you excuse me one moment?’ To which I promptly set her down cus he looked like a woman on a mission.”

“I most certainly was. Drunken asshole.” You’re getting fired up just thinking about the jerk that night.

Everyone is very into Sy’s telling of your first meeting. Curious to see what happens next.

“Well she proceeds to walk over to the asshole who grabbed her, who’s high fiving his friends, and taps him on the shoulder. This is what I hear…

“Hi. Remember me. The girl you just grabbed on the bar.”

“Yeah baby. I was trying to get your attention. You looked like you’d be up for a dirty fuck in the bathroom.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Too bad”

“Too bad what?”

“That you wont be able to to fuck anybody for a while.”

“What?”

She then proceeds to knee him in the balls. As he bends over in pain cursing her out she leans in and tells him ‘Dont touch what does not belong to you.’ Then she cocks back and knocks him on his ass with a right hook.” Sy is laughing so hard there's tears coming out of his eyes.

The knowing looks on your men say it all though. They would have loved to watch you lose it like that. Dirty boys.

“He had it coming.” You impart with pride. He disrespected you and needed to be taught a lesson that would stick.

“That he did Sugar. So she turns and walks back over to me all sweet as sugar again. Can’t even tell she just laid a grown man out and goes ‘Hi. You can call me Honey. Thank you for saving me from a losing battle with gravity. Next round is on me.’ Now she had no need to thank me but I wasn't going to turn down free booze from a pretty lady. I told her my name and we headed to the bar. Where I stayed until closing where she ended up pulling me into the backroom for a quick thank you blow job followed up by her continued thanks all night long back at her place. It was so damn good and I wasnt looking for anything serious at the time so we become fuck buddys.”

“Damn girl. I knew you were bad ass but seriously I underestimated you. You’re not fuck buddies now though. Why is that? And how did she get you this job?” Sam questions further.

“Christ Sam can you be any more fucking nosy? You guys don't have to answer that. He’s just trying to stir the pot and make Buck jealous or whatever.” Steve proclaims.

“It’s fine Stevie. I have no shame. And neither does Sy. As far as getting him this job it was rather simple. I found out he could sing one night when I had actually stayed over because I knocked right out after our session. I got up because the bed was cold from him having left it. I assume his PTSD triggered a nightmare and I found him strumming his guitar while singing Elvis in the living room in the dark. I watched him for a bit before I joined in with a harmony and told him he should work at the club with me. It might be a good form of healing for him. And well, now he opened for the first time tonight.” You beam a radiant smile at him. So happy of the progress he’s made.

“As for why we no longer have the benefits of our friendship, that’s easy. I don’t share. I am way too possessive and jealous of a partner. I knew if we continued on or took it further than fuck buddys I would just end up hurting her by holding her back. She’s not monogamous. And that’s okay. She should be allowed to love whoever and however many people she wants if everyone is happy. So we decided to step back from the sexual aspect of our relationship and never looked back. Plus the moment you two walked into this club with the red head and I saw the look in her eyes, I knew she was hooked before you even said hello. I wasn't going to stop that and I’m glad I didn't. I’ve never seen her so happy. So thank you for taking care of her like she deserves. I know she added you on a bit ago Captain Rogers but your included in my thanks as well.”

“Man ya’ll are no fun. Who would have thought the Viking looking former Captain would be all polite and thankful. This is bullshit.” Sam argues.

“I rather like them rough and strong on the outside, ready to take on any war. While being soft and humble on the inside. Makes for a devoted lover and warrior. A rare find, even throughout the nine realms.” Brunhilde confesses while staring Sy deep in his eyes.

“I’m going to go find my date and reclaim my dancing rights and maybe sing some karaoke. All you lovers enjoy yourselves.” Sam walks off to indeed find his date who he left with Sharon.

“Now that storytime is over and I’ve properly soothed my post show throat I am going to head to the dressing room and get out of this show garb and into something more comfy to party in. Don’t get into too much trouble trying to harass Sy boys.” You start to get off of Bucky's lap as he grips your hand.

“Actually sweetness, I need to hit the head so I’ll come with.” He pulls himself up and follows you out into the hall that leads to the dressing rooms and restrooms.

You’re leaned over the vanity in your lingerie, one hand pressed against the surface and the other applying a fresh coat of crimson to your plump lips when you hear the door to the dressing room open. A normal occurrence around here. Plus you have nothing to be ashamed of, you know how this set makes your body look.

At the dual sensation of warm flesh and cool metal you look up into the mirror to see a pair of Steel Gray eyes staring down at your thong and garter covered derriere between his palms.

“See something you like, Sir?” You roll your hips slowly from side to side, watching his head follow the movement in the mirror.

“Oh sweetness. You know I do. A fucking garter belt. Are you trying to give Stevie and I a heart attack? After watching you perform like our own personal goddamn Billie Holiday I come to find you were hiding all this under that simple dress. You know how down right feral I can be babygirl. It’s taking everything I have not to ravage you right now.”

“Who on earth said you had to hold back, Sir? This Belle loves when her Beast loses control.”

That earns you a growl and a smack to your ass. “That fucking mouth. Always have something smart to say.” He leans in and wraps his flesh hand around your throat, feeling your pulse throb against his palm as he whispers in your ear. “There it is. That little spike of adrenaline. You enjoy being my prey don’t you babygirl? Bet your little thong is drenched already.”

He glides his hand down to the waistband of your panties and slips it inside, teasing along your weeping slit. “Mmm. That’s what I thought.” He spreads your slick around your folds, teasing your hood, before pulling his hand out and placing his shining fingers in front of your mouth.

“Open.” Your lips part automatically. “Clean them” Catching his eyes in the mirror you wrap your lips around his digits and suck them clean of your essence. “Good girl. Turn around.”

You rise up and spin to face him. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back, attacking you with a savage kiss. Taking your breath away. He quickly pulls back, releasing your hair. “Jump.”

As soon as your feet leave the floor, Bucky has your thighs in his grip and is moving towards the chaise along the wall. With the speed of a Super Soldier and the softness of a man in love, he deposits you on the cushions. Pushing your torso back against the pillows and pulling your hips to the edge.

He spreads your thighs wide. “Keep them there. Understand?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

He bites his lip as he pulls your thong to the side and gets a look at your glistening cunt. “As much as I would love to take you apart piece by piece right here. There’s a party going on I know you want to enjoy. So for now, I’m just gonna get my fill of this sweet little pussy on my tongue.”

He plunges two metal fingers in right as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Not wasting any time with teasing. He wants your come spilling over onto his tongue as soon as possible. The way he’s devouring your pussy is nothing short of ferocious. Everytime he growls, it hits your clit like a vibrator set to pulse.

All you can do is run a hand through his hair and hold on tight. His metal fingers are zeroed in on that spongy sweet spot that makes you forget how to form words.

“Come on baby. I can feel how close you are. Give it to me. Soak my fucking face.”

He increases the speed of his fingers and sucks your clit back into his mouth.

You're so lost in your pleasure that you don’t hear the opening of the door as Sam walks in looking for the restroom. He stops in his tracks, shocked from the scene unfolding in front of him.

With a firm suck and a twitch of his fingers Bucky has you screaming out as you come on his tongue. Riding out your high on his face.

You hear a muttered “Nasty ass cant even wait til we get home to have his girl. Dirty old man.” before the shuffling of feet making a hasty retreat.

Removing his head from between your legs, Bucky quickly pulls himself out of his slacks and pushes into your still quivering walls, setting you off once more.

“Fuck babygirl. You feel so good squeezing my cock like that.” Without giving you much of a chance to adjust to his girth he sets a punishing pace.

It’s quick and dirty and everything you were missing with him being gone on a mission. This was your favorite part of being with Bucky. When he just let go and let the Beast out. Taking what he wanted, when he wanted.

You were nothing more than a whimpering and moaning mess as he pounded you into the chaise lounge. Your pussy clamping down on him once more as another intense orgasm took over your body.

Being led by his instinctive need to breed you he pulls you up by the back of your head and bites down on your lip as his cock thickens and he releases rope after rope of seed deep inside you.

As soon as he is spent, he collapses on top of you as you both try and catch your breath.

“Guess Sam will think twice before opening any random doors now huh Thor?” You hear the unmistakable voice of one Steven Grant Rogers.

“Serves him right, Captain. Although I quite enjoyed the show myself.” Thor answers.

“That was something special alright. Never knew you could lose it like that Buck. You were like some kind of wild beast.” Your Captain imparts with a look of awe on his face.

“Yeah, well you can blame it all on this Beauty. She’s the only one that can tame it as well as set it free without repercussions.” He looks upon you with nothing but love in his steel grays at his declaration.

“Well I love you and your beast.” You give him a gentle kiss. “Now can you please remove your heavy self from on top of me so that I can get dressed, reapply my lipstick and we can head back out to your friends. I’m officially off for the next week and I would like to start making use of it.”

“Of course sweetness. But you're walking around the rest of the night with my cum inside you. I don't care if it leaks into your thong. You are not to clean it up. You hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.” You quickly reply as he removes himself from inside you and puts your thong back in place.

“Possessive bastard.” Steve laughs out as he walks towards the chaise to help you get up.

“Damn right I am. Even if I do share her with you two assholes.” You all laugh.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you dressed.”

With some help from your Captain, you successfully look put back together in your simple black sleeveless dress with hip high slits up the front. You’ve lost the bra but kept the garter belt and thong. You love the looks that cross your mens faces each time your garter is exposed as you walk and move around.

Entering back into the main room your eyes instantly make contact with Nat on the dance floor, trying to get Banner to relax and move with her in more than just the swaying of middle schoolers at their first dance. The current music playing was no help either. Clearly a Guardian had requested some sick jams from the 80s. And while you had no problems rocking out with the best of them, this dress called for dancing and nothing was going to stop you from doing just that.

As your men watch their friends making fools of themselves on the dance floor you make your way to the booth you all were at before. The same booth that Sy and Brunhilde were still sat, conversing and sharing a beer.

“First off. That dress looks amazing on you B. Second, I’m going to need to steal Sy here for just a bit. You're more than welcome to join us of course if you don't wish to sit alone. I need him on stage to help me liven up this place to the correct level.” The grin that adorns your face can only be described as trouble.

“Based on your own outfit change, I certainly wouldn't want to miss how you achieve that. I’m sure it has something to do with all those Siren like abilities of yours. I’ll make myself comfortable next to his majesty. That way you’ll know where to find me when you're done Sy and we can continue on with our night.” Brunhilde winks and grazes her palm against his chest as she saunters by on her way to stand with Thor.

“Alright Sugar. I know that look. And I know that dress. What is it that you need me to do?”

“It’s simple really. I want to dance with my men and put a certain bird brain in his place as well. And I need you so I can do just that. Only you know just what to play to get this body moving.”

“That I do, Sugar. Leave it up to Dante and Me.” He kisses your cheek and proceeds to get up on stage and whisper into Dante’s ear before sitting in front of the piano. He begins to play Robin Thicke’s “Everything I Can’t Have”. Dante begins to deliver the smooth lyrics with all his latin flair.

Bucky wastes no time in pulling you out onto the dance floor and taking the lead in a salsa you’ve both done a hundred times before. The man really is a great dancer. You wink at Nat as you swing on by and notice Sam pulling his date close and trying to copy you and Buck.

“Nice try Sammy but you're never going to best us. We’re not even trying.” You laugh out as you continue on having a good time with your favorite Sargent.

Steve’s eyes have not left your figure as your lead around by his best friend. Shimmying and moving your hips to the beat, a smile plastered on your face. Now normally he would be content with just letting Bucky have his fun with you on the dance floor, but tonight he feels like showing off a bit himself. The White Wolf isn't the only one with skills on the dance floor.

He moves across the dance floor, cutting around couples and spinning Nat as she dances past. Bucky, having noticed Steve’s approach, spins you out away from him. You feel a warm hand grasp yours and a commanding “Come here, Doll” as you're pulled close to Steve, who takes the lead, not missing a step. Bucky has disappeared in the crowd somewhere.

“I didn't know you could Salsa, Captain.” You smile up at him.

“I’m full of surprises sweetheart.” He winks as takes it up a notch, really showing off. You instinctively follow his lead as he manipulates your body to the beat. The whole room is captivated as you move across the dance floor like you’ve been dancing together like this for years. As the song crescendos he dips you low and slowly pulls your body back up to him as his nose traces your throat. You’re mesmerized by his ocean eyes for a moment before you smirk and turn to make your way back to Bucky.

Steve was having none of that though. He chases you, catching your hand and spinning you back into his chest where he plants a mind melting kiss on your lips. That’s when Sam and his date make their way over. You can't help but laugh at how hard he’s trying to hold it together that not one, but two old men put his dancing skills to shame tonight.

You’re just so damn happy that you don't even care to embarrass him more. You continue to dance and follow Steve’s lead until the song ends and you're dipped once more.

Safely back in Steve’s embrace you feel cool metal run down along your spine and a soft kiss against the nape of your neck before words are whispered in your ear. “I think it’s about time for us to continue this party somewhere private, babygirl. We’ve shared you long enough. There’s a car waiting out front for us. Time to say Goodnight to everyone.”

“Yes, Sir.” You nod your head and make your rounds, saying goodbye to your friends as quickly as you can. Temperature rising as you feel three sets of eyes leaving heated trails all over your body.

Thor is waiting by the door with your things. “Ready, My Queen? Barnes and Rogers are waiting in the vehicle for us”

“Let’s not keep them waiting longer than shall we, My King.” You place your hand in his as he escorts you to the waiting town car.

The sexual tension between the four of you has hit its boiling point and toppled over as you make your trek back to the compound. Thank the Gods this particular town car had a partition or the driver would most certainly be getting an eye full.

As it was, Bucky had his phone out, making himself a little home movie of the debauchery unfolding before him.

You currently had your head in Thor’s lap, lips wrapped around his cock, bobbing along making quite a mess of his dress slacks. Your ass perched up in the air, dress thrown over your hips, stocking and garters on full display. Steve’s thick digits working their magic on your weeping little slit.

He was pulling moans out of you that were vibrating around Thor’s dick lodged down your throat. To say you were on your way to cock drunk was an understatement.

Right as you were about to fall apart on your Captain's fingers, the car slowed to a stop, signaling your arrival at the compound. Instead of letting you finish, Bucky turned off his phone, wrapped his metal fist in your hair and pulled you off of Thor and Steve, settling you in his lap.

You whimpered at the loss of Steve’s fingers. You were so damn close to coming you were delirious.

“Don’t worry babygirl, you’ll get what you want and then some shortly. Thor, take our girl inside to Steve’s room while we deal with the driver. Keep her edged until we get there.”

He places a sweet kiss to your neck as Thor tucks his dick away and zips himself up before exiting the vehicle.

You barely register it as you watch Steve clean your essence from his fingers. Eyes glazed over and breath hitching in your throat. You swallow when he pulls them free of his plush pink lips and winks at you.

“Mmm mm mm. Never can get enough of your sweetness on my tongue, Doll.”

You feel yourself literally swooning in Bucky’s lap at Steve’s declaration.

With a nip to your jaw, Bucky brings you back to the world. “Don’t keep your King waiting, sweetness.”

You absentmindedly nod your head and place your hand in Thor’s waiting palm, allowing him to pull you from the car and lift you up into his arms in a bridal carry.

Arms wrapped around his broad shoulders you can't help but to place kisses all along his jaw and neck as he walks through the compound. He almost doesn't get Steve’s door open when you run your tongue along his collarbone as he asks FRIDAY to be let in.

“Fucking Vixen. What am I going to do with you, my Queen?”

Gazing into his baby blues with so much love and adoration you proclaim. “Why, whatever your heart desires, My King.”

He walks into the bedroom and sits himself on the bed with you straddling his lap. Running your fingers through the loose strands of his golden hair you place a kiss on his forehead. “Hi, Puppy. I missed you.”

Pulling your close in a tight embrace he kisses the dip between your collarbones. “As have I, my love.”

You lift his face to yours and give him a deep kiss. It starts out sweet and slow, but before long, it’s full of fire and heat. Hands roaming, removing clothing and hips grinding against each other. You raise up on your knees so that he can remove his pants and boxer briefs.

Having discarded the garments, he pulls you back down onto his lap, barriers no longer in the way, to carry on with your heated makeout session.

You can hear a door open and close, signaling the return of your other men, but you pay it no mind as you continue to lose yourself in the Golden God underneath you.

“Would you look at that, she kept the stockings and garters on Buck.”

“That she did. She’s been such a good girl for us tonight without even trying. I think she’s earned herself a reward of her choosing. Would you like that babygirl?”

You remove your lips from Thor’s and turn to the brunette removing his shirt to your left. “Please, Sir. I would very much like that.”

“So polite too. Okay babygirl. What is it you would like?”

Glancing quickly at both Thor and Steve, you lock eyes with his steel grays. “I want to be surrounded in sunshine, Sir, with a white wolf chaser.”

All three men groan out simultaneously.

Steve steps closer to you, places a finger under your chin and raises it to face him. “Surrounded in sunshine huh? Exactly who do you want where, Doll?”

“I want to ride my King while you fuck my ass from behind Captain.”

“And where will I be, sweetness?” Bucky chimes in on your other side.

You turn to face him and lick your lips in anticipation. “Fucking my face of course, Sir. I want all my holes stuffed full. Need you all to use me for your pleasure. Please.” You can’t help but pout as you plead for what you want.

He runs his metal thumb across your bottom lip. “No need to pout babygirl. You’ll get what you want. Stevie, grab the lube I know you keep stocked in your nightstand. Thor, you heard what she wants. Let her ride that hammer of yours while Stevie preps her.”

“With pleasure.” Thor grabs your cheeks, pulling you away from Bucky’s fingers and placing his kiss swollen lips to yours as he lies back on the bed, taking you with him. “Show them just how worthy you are, My Queen.”

You grind down on his turgid length, coating him in the slick leaking from your slit until you feel the vibration of his growl against your peaked nipples as he stills your hips with one of his massive hands. With the other, he grabs his dick, teasing your clit with the tip, pulling a whine from you that is cut short as he lines up and thrusts, sinking his thickness deep inside you.

Your head falls back and your spine arches as you push yourself up and undulate your hips, burying his cock even deeper. Three sets of lust blown eyes are following your every move as you swivel and bounce on Thor’s own mighty hammer. Losing yourself in the ebb and flow of your own little private show being put on for their eyes only.

Worked up and ready to be inside you himself, Steve, having retrieved the lube and sufficiently coated himself in it, walks up to the edge of the bed. Placing a hand to the middle of your spine and a kiss behind your ear, he whispers his command.

“You look so fucking sexy riding him, Doll. Be a good girl and lean forward for me so I can join in on the fun. You don't look stuffed enough yet.” The warm palm in the middle of your back helps push you down until you're laying flush with Thor’s chest.

He then proceeds to trail his lube covered fingers along your stretched out lips, gathering the slick that continues to pour out of you with one hand as the other grabs a cheek and spreads you out, exposing your puckered little hole. He runs his coated fingers around your hole teasingly before slowly adding more pressure until he is able to get first one, then two fingers inside you. Opening you up little by little as Thor shallowly thrusts inside you.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart. I’m gonna add another finger. Open you up a bit further so you can take me nice and deep. Just focus on how good it feels, Doll.”

He works his third finger into you and proceeds to scissor them all and open you up further until you can take them with ease and are a whimpering mess on Thor’s chest. As he pulls them out, you whine at the feeling of emptiness left behind.

He grabs a cheek in each hand and spreads you out as Thor stills inside you. Lining himself up he breaches your tight little hole. “Relax, Doll. Take a deep breath for me.”

You do as you're told and on your exhale your tight ring of muscle relaxes and Steve sinks in deep. “Fuck. So tight. How ya feeling Doll?”

You can feel the haze of overwhelming pleasure start to take over your body. Before you lose yourself to it you’re able to get a few words out. “Full, Captain. So full. Need Sir too.”

You hear a groan to the left of you from Bucky. “Oh babygirl. You’ll be getting me soon enough. Why don't you enjoy your golden boys for a bit. You know how much I love to watch you come undone.”

“Yes, Sir.” Those are the only words you are able to process and speak as Thor and Steve begin to pull out and thrust into you, never leaving you empty. As one retreats the other pushes in. It’s a rhythm that seems to be second nature to them at this point in your relationship. They all know how to play you like a well strung violin. Pulling moans, whimpers and orgasms from you like notes on a page. Creating songs and entire symphonies from your carnal passion.

Your body is so keyed up and overloaded in pleasure that it doesn't take long before you are crying out and clenching down on the cocks lodged inside you as you fall over the edge into a blissful climax. Head buried in Thor’s chest as tears begin to flow from your eyes at the overwhelming ecstasy.

“That’s it, my sweet. I love it when you squeeze me so tight, trying to milk my cock of it’s seed.” He lifts your head from his chest and places a tender kiss to your forehead as he, along with Steve, continue to slowly thrust into you, allowing you a moment of reprieve.

He wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “How are you feeling, My Queen?”

You’re just coherent enough to get out a few words. “So good. Need more. Want Sir. More full. Please”

All three men chuckle at your clearly cockdrunk state. Thor turns to Bucky who is sitting beside him on the bed. “She wants her White Wolf chaser now Barnes. I think she’s more than earned it. Are you going to gift her with it?”

“I couldn't dream of denying her anything right now.” He pulls himself up until he is kneeling before you, cock level with your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue automatically. “Fuck you want my cock bad dont you babygirl? Want me to fuck this pretty little mouth while Thor and Stevie continue to destroy your other little holes huh? Want cum filling up all three of them?”

Mouth still wide, you nod your head as you whimper and squirm, eliciting a growl from Thor and a slap to the ass from Steve.

“Good. I’m not going to go easy on your sweetness. I’m too fucking worked up for that. I can’t guarantee how long I’ll last either because that mouth of yours is fucking dangerous. We’re gonna need you to just relax and let us use you babygirl. Take everything we give you like the good girl you are.”

You lock eyes with him as his flesh hand grabs a hold of your curls and pulls you towards his angry leaking tip. You give it a quick teasing lick before he slides across your tongue and thrusts deep into your throat.

You moan out around his length as you finally feel full and stuffed to the brim. You breathe in through your nose and your body goes pliant as bliss takes over you.

As soon as they all feel your body relax they begin to move. Thor and Steve continue their back and forth rhythm as Bucky sets a pace of his own. What starts out leisurely, quickly becomes deep and hard. The temp increases and before you know it you're screaming out around the dick lodged in your throat as you come apart.

As your pussy and ass squeeze around your golden boys they start to lose their rhythm. Pounding into you erratically as they chase their own highs. Sending you further into your pleasured high, moaning and whimpering around Bucky as he too begins to thrust erratically into your mouth.

“Fuck. That’s it babygirl. Take my cock. I’m so fucking close. Gonna paint those tonsils white and you're gonna swallow every last drop.”

At Bucky’s words you clench around Thor and Steve, setting off a frenzied pace in the both of them as they ride the knife's edge of their own orgasms.

“Fuck Buck, you make her clench around me like that again and her mouth wont be the only thing getting filled.” Steve grits out.

“I agree with Steven. I am close to spilling my seed deep inside her as well.”

Having them talk about filling you up is the spark that lights the match on the fire that is your impending orgasm. You detonate in a blaze of pleasure, almost blacking out from the sheer force of it, taking all three of them along with you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” It’s Steve who loses it first, hips stuttering until they still with his pelvis smashed to your ass as he groans and empties his balls into your abused little hole. Gripping your ass cheeks so hard you're sure he left bruises behind.

As he begins to pull out his softening cock, pucker clenching trying to pull him back in, Bucky lodges himself in your throat and holds you head steady as he makes good on his promise and coats your tonsils white. “Take it all sweetness. I don't want a drop wasted.” He pulls out once he’s finished and watches on with awe as you swallow every pearly white drop he gave you and present him with an empty throat and tongue.

He pulls you into an intense kiss just as Thor explodes inside of you. You throw your head back and writhe on your King, as he shoots rope after rope of his Godly seed deep into your womb, setting off a minor orgasm in its wake. “Can’t get enough of filling you up. Especially when it sets you off again like that. Come on, my Queen. Milk your King dry.”

He pulls himself up into a seated position and grips your hips as he plunges deeper into your cavern and guides your clit along his pelvis until you come one last time for him, biting down on his shoulder as you convulse in his lap.

You feel cool metal fingers dance along your spine as you come down from your final high. You move your head to the side so that you can look upon the satisfied face of the Winter Soldier. “There she is. Hi babygirl. Feeling a little floaty?” You just nod your head.

“Okay. Steve went to run you a bath. Would you like that sweetness? To let us get you all cleaned up in the bath while you come back to earth?” You nod your head again.

“Alright baby. I’m gonna go help Stevie. Thor will bring you in when we’re ready for you. Just relax with your King okay babygirl?” He kisses your forehead.

“Okay Sir.” You burrow yourself further into Thor’s chest as Bucky heads into the ensuite.

You listen to the steady beat of Thor’s heart as the fog begins to lift from your brain. Rubbing small circles onto your hips you find yourself almost lulled to sleep until Thor speaks. “Do you want me to remove myself from inside you my Queen? Or are you content warming my cock?”

“Mmm. Keep cock warm until bath.” Is your half lucid response.

He chuckles and kisses your head. “Cockwarming it is then.”

You once again find yourself tittering on the edge of consciousness when Steve emerges from the ensuite to let you both know that the bath is ready.

Thor proceeds to stand from the bed with you in his arms, still connected at the pelvis and walk into the bathroom.

“Come on, my sweet. Let’s get you all cleaned up and then you can fall to the whims of sleep and dream away the night.”

You awake the next morning surrounded in heat thanks to Steve and Thor wrapped around either side of you and Bucky using your stomach as a pillow, complete with a metal arm draped over your thigh. As great as being surrounded in their warmth felt, you had a very full bladder due to the two glasses of water that Thor made sure you drank last night during aftercare.

Extracting the pillow from beneath your head, you slowly place it under Bucky’s head and oh so carefully finagle your way out of the pile of muscled bodies that surround you to make your way to relieve your bladder.

Once your business is taken care of, you pad into the walk in closet, headed to the section that Steve dedicated for you. Comfort is key after a night like you had so you proceed to grab your Harley Quinn boyshorts, a pair of white knit leg warmers and an oversized gray sweater. Quickly tossing them on, you grab the empty glass from the nightstand and head out to the common room kitchen, food the only thing on your mind.

Taking your time and strolling along the hall you find Sy coming out of Brunhilde’s favored room at the compound. Seems someone spent the night here himself. You just laugh and lift your hand for a high five, which he gives you after shaking his head at your antics. “Morning Grumpy Bear. Come on, let’s go make breakfast for our sleeping partners and most likely the rest of the compound. These heroes can really put it away and we both know you love to throw down in the kitchen.”

With little convincing Sy follows you into the kitchen where you begin the practiced dance of making a meal, having done this many times together before. It’s comfortable.

You let a whole five minutes go by before you start grilling him on his late night activities.

“So how was the warrior sex?” He just raises a brow at you. “I imagine her intensity is as strong as yours. I think she may just be as possessive as you, if not more. This is gonna be so much fun for me. I can not wait to watch you fall for a Valkyrie! She’s going to eat you alive. Muahahahaha.''

“Sure you're not just jealous Sugar? I remember the type of women you used to bring with you or made us look for when you needed a little something extra.” He smugly states.

He’s not wrong, B is definitely your type. That being said, so is Nat, who you’ve hooked up with in the past when you were doing burlesque and Nat was working undercover at your club. None of the Avengers are aware of that fact though, as far as you know.

Just as you're about to retort, the red head you were just reminiscing about in your head, saunters into the kitchen, along with the rest of the team and your men following in between them.

You catch eyes with the Widow and notice the little smirk plastered on her face. “I know that satisfied look. You have a good night Nat?” You slyly impart.

“You would know, wouldn't you Honey girl, seeing as how your tongue has put it there before.” She just winks at you as she drops that bomb. Grabbing a piece of bacon as she sits herself at the table.

Over half the room is staring slack jawed between the two of you.

“Whoa whoa whoa. You’ve had a night with the black widow and survived?” Sam, the first to shake out of his shock, blurts out.

Nat quickly corrects him. “Nights. She was mine for an entire week. She looks particularly gorgeous all bound in rope and lust drunk. No way I was only having that once.”

Bucky is all the more intrigued at this recent revelation. He knew you were not shy in bed and had no problem exploring his kinks with him. Burlesque was something new that he needed to see for himself. “Burlesque sweetness? Were you dancing or singing?”

Nat answered before you could. “She did both. A vixen on the stage, as always. Made my job easier when she was hypnotizing the marks with her Siren ways.”

“Was that the fact finding mission at A Fall From Grace?” Nat nods at Steve in acknowledgment. “I was wondering what took you so long to complete it.”

“What can I say? She had me swayed with her crazy ways.”

“Crazy ways? What kind of bullshit is that?” Sam, ever the party pooper, chimes in.

“Those were my Quinzel days. Lots of black and red latex and leather. Oh and the best part…my hammer. Well it was more like a mallet but still. I had a whole Morticia Adams and Ghost face routine too. I was the resident creepy queen. My shows could get a little messy.” You boast with a saccharine sweet smile adorning your face as you place the last plate on the table.

“Enough about my past with Nat. Now dig in so I can bombarded you with questions of how the rest of your nights went. I know more than just Sy and B had to have got some.”

“What?!” The table collectively gasps out.

“Why else would he be here helping me make breakfast after they were giving each other fuck me eyes all night. Did you think he came here to join the four of us for a round in bed?” You shrug.

“Yes, actually. That’s exactly what I thought.” Tony exclaims.

You just start hysterically laughing as Sy turns to you. “Are they always like this?”

“With no filter? Sadly, yes. But thankfully for you, B lives on New Asgard and isn't here that often, so if you continue on whatever path it is you two may be going you’ll be spared most of the time.” You pat him on his bearded cheek.

He glances over at Brunhilde, across the table from him and smiles. “Deal.”

“Oh this is gonna be fun to witness.” Nat chuckles out.

“That’s what I said!” You rush out.

“Alright Sugar. Time to eat up and start questioning someone else.” He places a slice of bacon in your mouth to shut you up.

You chew on the salty goodness as you gaze around the table, eyes landing on Sam. “So Sammy? You finally seal the deal with your date or did losing to Bucky doom your fate?”

“You know what you little shit stirrer? I’ll have you know that I am a gentleman and that was only our second date so I didn't push it.”

“So what you're saying is, no. No, you didn't get laid last night. If I knew losing was going to affect you so badly I would have gone easier on you last night.” Bucky relays with the smuggish look on his face.

“Fuck you man. I can beat you any day of the week. You got lucky last night.” An annoyed Sam announces to the table.

“Sure, pal. You heard him Stevie. He spent the night alone in his bed. Pay up.” Steve begrundley reaches into his sweats pocket, pulls out a fifty from his money clip and slaps it onto Bucky's metal palm.

The table erupts in laughter and more money passes hands, as a shocked Sam sits, mouth agape, realizing his closest friends bet against his sex life.

He quickly stands up. “Fuck all ya’ll. Not everyone are sex fiends who can't keep it in their pants.” Grabbing his plate he storms out into the hall.

You yell out behind him. “It’s okay, Sammy. Some of us are just late bloomers.”

The table erupts in laughter once more.

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