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captains-simp · 3 years

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Carol Danvers ~ Put On A Show

(This isn't what she looks like in this fic but it is the ✨I'm gonna make you see the stars vibe✨)

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word Count: 3,569

Includes: lil bit of public teasing, thigh grinding, edging, gagging on fingers, praise, strap on, overstimulation and oral

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Being an Avenger taught you to handle a lot of difficult situations.

You knew how to take down a state of the art quinjet in a minute. You could survive on an unknown planet. You had played a significant part in tracking down and rounding up the last Hydra agents.

And yet no one had ever prepared you to be stuck in a room with a hundred arrogant business men who were desperately trying to impress you with what they thought was power.

You were certain you could have better conversations with a caveman.

You weren't a superspy like Natasha. You couldn't fake interest, put on a realistic smile and pretend to enjoy yourself like she could.

You weren't Tony who genuinely enjoyed himself at those kind of parties and thrived at being the center of attention.

And you weren't Carol who didn't need either of those things. If she didn't want to talk to someone, she wouldn't. It only took one of her looks to make any of the leaches hurry away. She didn't have to worry about the repercussions of doing so because there weren't any. Non of the guests would ever be willing to admit they were intimidated by a woman.

Not that you were jealous of what Carol had. Carol wasn't the kind of person you wanted to be, but she sure as hell was the kind of person you wanted to be with. And that woman was one of a kind.

The distraction of the Captain was definetly not helping you keep your cool. She wore a tight fitting dark blue suit that you had been struggling to stop yourself staring at ever since you had first seen it. Her hair was hanging loose at her shoulders and had become messy from the amount of times she had run her slim hand through it. That alone had your mind reeling of what other ways you could get it to look like that.

You had been lucky so far, everytime you stole a glance at the Captain and her attire she happened to be in convosation with someone else. Although that meant you two hadn't exchanged a single word that night.

Thankfully, you had soon learnt that half of the guests never actually noticed if you zoned out, perfectly content to continue rambling about themselves. While others could zone out themselves as they talked...while they stared at your chest and feuling your urge to smack them.

You were in a dress that you hadn't bought and were far from comfortable in around these people. A thin glass of champagne was clutched firmly in your hand and you predicted it would shatter by the end of the night. You had lost count of how many you had downed with your back turned, stopping once you felt lightheaded.

You had regretted it at first, but you became internally grateful you had saved your heightened senses when you felt a familiar hand rest on your lower back.

Training almost everyday with the blonde Captain had familiarised you with her firm grip and reassuring touch. It was the only kind of contact you had gotten from her until that moment and you treasured it greatly, praying Carol hadn't noticed your slight faulted at the knees.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal this one." Carol stated in a very unafraid tone as her hand pressed into you more. You wanted to melt into her touch.

The man you had been not-really-listening to (because you could not for the life of you remember anyone's name) opened his mouth to speak and probably try to get Carol to stay, was ignored by the blonde who was already guiding you away with her hand.

Of course you didn't protest, throwing a party over it in your head while the butterflies in your stomach danced along to the music. You didn't even realise Carol was leading you to the bar, too focused on the fact her hand never left your back as she walked beside you without a word.

You did however, realise when you almost walked into the bar stall before gracefully (that's what you told yourself) sliding onto the stool. Carol sat down next to you and said something to the bartender you didn't hear or really care about.

When she did look back at you her gaze was piecing along with her usual confident aura. Anyone who pulled off a suit the way Carol did had every right to some arrogance, especially as it somehow made her even more attractive.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before." Carol said with a knowing smile.

"I don't think you'll be seeing me in one ever again." You respond as you glance anywhere but Carol, unable to hold her intense gaze.

"I'll have to treasure the memory even more then. You look beautiful." Carol compliments and watches you blush.

"You clean up pretty nicely yourself, Captain."

You don't fail to notice the way her jaw tightens slightly at the title, but she's quick to pass it off when the bartender places two bottles down on the counter.

You realise you're still holding your champagne so you put it on the side to swap it with small bottle of beer, already taking a sip to have something to do instead of figiting under Carol's gaze.

"I didn't need you to say it, you know? You undressing me with your eyes was telling enough." You choked slightly on your drink the moment those words left her lips, embarrassment shooting down every last butterfly in your stomach.

"I-I wasn't- it was an accident- I mean! I- um..." Carol watched you ramble with an amused grin and took a sip of her beer herself.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and your fight or flight instincts kicking in.

"I was enjoying the attention." Carol smirked as she moved closer to you so the faint smell of her expensive perfume overtook your senses.

You had been so sure the whole night that Carol hadn't noticed what you were doing. You thought you had gotten away with it all. Natasha's tips on concealing emotions and thoughts were clearly paying off on Carol more than you.

"And its not like it's the first time." Carol almost whispered as her voice dropped in a way that went straight to your core.

The Captain placed a gentle but firm hand on your bare knee as she studied you. Her brown eyes flickered across your face while your own y/e/c eyes stayed fixed on hers.

"Is this a test?" You whispered under your breath.

"Perhaps." She whispered back as her fingers stroked your bare skin slowly. "I'm sure I could test you some other ways though." Her hand was along your thigh now. You desperetly wanted to grab it and pull it up further but you had to remember you were in a room full of very important people.

Carol noticed you glance around the room and must have known what you were thinking because she smirked slightly before withdrawing her hand and standing up from the stall.

"Come." She ordered. You felt goosebumps across your whole body and hoped it wouldn't be the last time you heard her say that tonight.

You restrained yourself to waiting a few seconds before following Carol in the most subtle way you could manage when you wanted to sprint over to her side.

You weren't really aware of where Carol was leading you, but once you rounded the corner away from the party you sped up to close the distance between you both.

After rounding a few corners of the complicated hallway you realised you had lost sight of the Captain. Just as you were about to risk calling out her name a strong hand gripped your forearm and pulled you out of the corridor and into Carol's arms.

Her lips were on yours instantly. She had you backed into a wall before you could comprehend any of what was happened but her kiss was so eager you returned it without any thought.

The blonde's lips were unbelievably soft. They felt perfect against your own as you tried to match her pace.

Her hands were cupping your face with surprising gentleness so you wrapped your hands around her neck to pull her impossibly closer, accidently pulling on a few strands and earning a low groan from her.

She bit down on your lip harshly, making you moan audibly until you were muffled by her tongue invading your mouth.

You could taste the beer both of you had barely started and something else that was strikingly Carol. It was intoxicating and you didn't want it to end.

The friction Carol sparked when she pressed one of her muscular thighs between your bare legs was sinfully blissful. You moaned into Carol's mouth when you felt her very deliberately press against your heat and apply a teasing amount of pressure to your throbbing clit.

"Carol." You whispered her name like a chant. She smirked against you as she turned her attention to you jaw then neck, nipping and sucking at the skin exposed to her. You arched your neck to give her more access and felt your breathing become laboured.

This probably wasn't helped by Carol's hand on your bare thigh, gripping the skin in a much firmer way than she had at the bar and venturing further up.

Her hand disappeared beneath your dress in no time, massaging every inch of skin she came across.

You couldn't help it. Her warm lips, her strong hands and invasive thigh made you feel lightheaded and you couldn't stop your instincts of grinding yourself on Carol's thigh.

You desperatly sought more friction that your Captain's thigh could produce. What started as small rotations of your hips soon turned into full on desperate grinding. Your thin panties were soaked and clung to your skin, you were sure you were going to leave patches on Carol's expensive suit trousers but both of you were far from caring.

You could feel Carol continue to smirk into your neck with each mewl that left your lips. She grabbed your hands and pinned them against the wall above your head and that somehow made you needier.

The beautiful friction against your clit was one that had you moaning Carol's name continuously. It didn't take long for the familiar coil to tighten in your power abdomen and making your movements increasingly erratic.

You bucked against your Captain as you sought you sweet release only to have it pulled away from you.

Carol stepped away with a shit eating grin as she watched you struggle to hold yourself against the wall and give her a confused look.

"Why?" Was all you could manage, embarrassingly out of breath.

"Because I can." She smirked. "Did you want to cum, baby? Do you want to feel your release?"

"Please." You said shamelessly as you gave her a pleading look from your vulnerable position.

"Then be a good girl and bend over that desk for me."

You hadn't even noticed you were in an office, too busy trying to get yourself off on Carol's thigh than take in your surroundings. You didn't hesitate to place your hands on the far side of the desk and bend yourself over it so your ass was out for Carol. You glanced behind you to see Carol smirking as she took in your appearance in the new position.

She stalked towards you and placed a hand on the back of your thigh while the other pushed your back down further into the table. Her hand trailed up under your dress before she ran her fingers over the material covering your ass. Her movements were slow and teasing, trying to enhance your desperation to a place you wouldn't come back from that night.

Her slim fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties and gradually pulled them down, subsequently allowing her fingers to brush over your ass.

Once the thin material dropped to your feet Carol had you spread your legs for her as far as you could while she lifted your dress over your hips.

You guessed she really did like the dress.

Your pussy pulled around nothing as it was exposed to the cold air of the room and Carol's teasing fingers ghosting over your skin.

"Eyes front." She said as she stood back. It was hard to resist the urge to turn around and look when you could hear Carol undoing her belt buckle.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan when the blonde brushed the silicone against your folds. You were both shocked and aroused at the discovery that the Captain had been packing all night. You wanted her more at the thought that she had planned this.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt two slim fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth to allow Carol to slip her fingers in and tried not to moan around them at the heated gesture.

You sucked eagerly on Carol's fingers in an attempt to please her and hope it would give you some preparation for the girthy strap. It wouldn't.

You were caught off guard again when Carol continued to push her fingers forward, further than you were expecting at first then more than you could take. You gagged around her fingers and heard a chuckle from your sadistic Captain.

"Good girl." She whispered against your ear before biting down softly.

You were so caught up in the praise you almost forgot about the strap until Carol nudged it between your lips. You tried to grip onto the table more as she slowly pushed the head into your soaking pussy and moaned around her fingers still tickling the back of your throat.

You were extremely unprepared to take something that size, but that only spurred Carol on more and added to your arousal that had your lower lips slick for the strap to ease into you.

Once Carol was half way she paused when you started breathing heavily through your nose as you continued to suck her fingers. But the break was short and without any warning, the Captain thrust the rest of the girthy toy into your cunt.

You moaned around her fingers and pressed your head further into the desk. Carol barely gave you a chance to adjust to the filling of being so full. You're reminded of her impatient nature when she pulls the silicone toy out to the hilt before snapping her hips back against you and causing the strap to burry itself deep inside you again.

You knew Carol was strong and you had seen her doing hip thrusts in the gym before, but you had never imagined the force she would be able to muster when slamming the fake cock into you over and over.

Carol eventually took her fingers away from your mouth and wiped your saliva along the side of your neck before gripping it in her hands, threatening to cut off your breathing and blood flow.

Her pace never faulted. It brought you an intense amount of pleasure everytime that had you stumbling over your words.

'Carol...please...it's- I...so good." Was all you were able to say.

Her name fell from your lips over and over as your cunt clenched around the invading toy. It never failed to hit the hilt of your pussy and brushes against your most pleasurable spot, every movement made it brush some incredible nerve.

You moaned louder as you tried to fuck yourself back on her strap. You were so close to your orgasm and it had already been set up to be the best fuck you ever had so you were so desperate to finally reach it.

"Are you gonna cum for your Captain?" Carol asked as her thighs continued to slap against your own.

"Yes Captain! Please...I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me." She husks as she brings you over the edge and flying through your orgasm. You completely slump against the desk and Carol fucks you through your high.

White blanks appear in your vision but you're too out of it to care.

You're moaning, almost screaming, in the pleasure that's overwhelming you and you don't realise how sensitive you are until Carol continues to pound the strap into you.

"Carol..." You whine at her perfect pace. She's still going so hard, so fast, and fuck she's so deep inside you.

The vigor of her first fucking already had your pussy overworked and sensitive, and yet you can't stop yourself from incoherently begging her not to stop.

"Please Captain! Don...don't stop...so good- so good!" You cry out as another orgasm crashes over you.

You're shuddering now but still swimming in pleasure. You can't stop yourself from bucking yourself back against her.

Carol holds your hips down firmly as she thrusts the strap into your overworked cunt. They're less coordinated this time, more about establishing the control Carol has over you.

You can't form any words this time. The only sounds in the room is Carol's thighs slapping against yours, your whorish moans and the thick strap fucking your leaking pussy. You were vaguely aware of the audible sounds of your pussy before you break into your third earth shattering orgasm.

You're completly limp against the desk and trying your best to breathe normally.

Your pussy is throbbing and pulsing around the strap that Carol very slowly eases out of you and leaves you feeling extremly empty and sore. You know you're gonna be feeling it the next day.

"I don't think I can stand." You finally muttered weakly, not trusting your legs to even attempt to let go of the desk beneath you.

"You don't need to. Get on your knees." Carol ordered from behind you. You shivered at her words and tried to take a moment to compose yourself but the blonde was apparently growing impatient...again.

She held your hips with an iron grip and flipped you onto your back to see her towering over you. You used your arms to help you into a sitting position on the edge of the table before falling down onto you knees infront of your Captain.

Your knees ached from landing on the hard floor but you were much more focused on the smirk playing on Carol's soft lips.

"So obedient, such a good girl for me." Carol cooed as she ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you towards her now strapless core. You could see her pink folds glistening in arousal and you wanted nothing more than to taste her.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum, baby." Carol instructed.

You wasted no time. You licked an eager strip through the blonde's folds and moaned against her as you collected her wetness on your tongue. She was so sweet and you were instantly addicted.

You did this a few more times, pushing your tongue further between her folds everytime until you couldn't hold off anymore.

You gripped the back of Carol's thighs and sunk your tongue between her folds. The moan she gave in response made your stomach flip and swell with pride. It was like discovering a new song you wanted to listen to on repeat.

You retracted your tongue and began sucking softly on Carol's wet folds to taste as much of her wetness as your could. You then switched your attention to her throbbing clit and sucked it harshly into your mouth.

"Fuck so good! You've got such a good mouth." Carol praised continuously as you pulled out all of your tricks in hopes of pleasing her.

You kept alternating between fucking her with your tongue as deeply as you could to taking her neglected bud in your mouth. Your efforts soon paid off.

Carol grinded herself against your mouth as she cursed and praised you amongst moans. She was gripping your hair so tightly you couldn't help but moan into her, aiding her pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck!" She gasped out as you sucked as harshly as you could on her clit.

Her bundle of nerves pulsed in your mouth and you could feel her cunt clenching around nothing as she came with a cry of your name.

She sounded so good when she came. You wanted to hear it again, to see her. But once Carol had finished her high and you had lapped up every last bit of her white liquid she pushed you back gently.

She sat back on the dest as she regained her steady breathing and tapped her lap as she smiled at you.

You had just about enough strength mustered in your legs to allow you to stand up from your position and sit on Carol's lap.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. She smiled against you as she tasted herself on your lips and kissed you longingly.

"You were everything I dreamed you would be, baby. You did so good for me." You blushed under her praise and buried your head in the crook of her neck in exhaustion but mainly comfort.

Neither of you had any intentions to return to the party after that.

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travellvogue · 4 years

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Picnic- Anyone You Like

He was nervous, so nervous. The fact you’d accepted his offer of a date took him by surprise, and now he found himself watching you with a wide smile as you walked along the length of the park towards where he’d set up camp. Sat on the thick plaid blanket, the layer of material protecting you from the itchy long strands of grass and the exploring ants, the array of treats neatly laid out under the shade of the large oak tree. A choice of grapes, bread sticks, mini sandwiches he’d woken up early this morning to chop the crusts off of, frantically panicking that they won’t look as impressive if they’d been lazily left cut in half- doubting his options of plain ham, plain cheese, marmite and jam- wanting to make sure there was definitely something there that you’d like. His hands grow clammy with every step you took. Does he go in for a handshake? A hug? Kiss you on the cheeks? No that’s too prim-and-proper.

The bustling of the city skyline seemed to become silent the second you reached him, it was just you and him in that moment. He opted for a hug, your arms wrapping around his muscular frame with a warming ‘hello!’ instantly putting him at ease. “Welcome” he giggles nervously, arms splayed out, presenting the selection of goodies he’d prepared for the two of you, taking a seat on the blanket and patting the space beside him for you to join. Your top dangles open when you lean down and he has to stop himself from looking, busying himself with the trays of neatly cut sandwiches. “I made some sandwiches, there’s different options in there.. You don’t have to eat all of them, I just wanted, y’know to make sure-there’s marmite- wait no one likes marmite I-” your hand delicately rests on the side of his arm. Your smile melting his nervous hurry of words, his sentence barely able to string itself together.

“I love marmite” you wink, watching the weight drop from his shoulders, a quiet sigh of relief, pulling back the layer of cling film that coated the tray, “and I love the effort you’ve gone to, thank you so much” you take a bit of the sandwich, humming in delight at the taste, the first thing you’d eaten all day- too nervous to even think of forcing some soggy cornflakes down your neck this morning. He blushes at your praise, offering you options from the never ending supply of treats.

Small talk is made as you nibble of pita bread and cheese, asking him about how his recent game was. It wasn’t intrusive, he appreciated that, other girls would swoon over his footballer status but you held a comfort that made it feel like a regular nine-to-five job.

As the conversation began to pick up, hours passed, and you found yourselves lying on your tummies, heads propped up by your hands, shoes flung to the side of the blanket with your bare feet swishing in the air, tapping each other's ankles every so often, the small contact giving him the comfort he needed. Indulging in a game of ‘people-watching’, the city that never slept offering endless conversation, watching the couples walk by hand in hand, some staying a few metres away from each other looking rather tense, others linking arms deep in conversation. He seems himself in some of them, you by his side blushing at the compliment he’d give you, your hair falling over your shoulder, only for you to complain that you’re in desperate need of a haircut. But he liked it, the way it traced down your back, the loose strands making themselves known at the front of your face, only to watch you tuck them behind your ears to stop them protruding your eye line.

“How long do you think they’ve been together?” his daydream is interrupted by your gentle voice, a single finger subtly pointing at the new pair of people. Maybe mid-20’s, the man tall and lean, around the six foot two mark, the woman far more petite, the skirt she was wearing only made her legs look shorter next to his. Their hands were clasped together, bright smiles on their faces as their arms swung back and forth in an over exaggerated fashion.

“Ahh, the honeymoon stage” he hums, exuberating a fake confidence as though he was certain on the answer, your giggles filling his ears as he continues the characteristics, fingers brushing against his chin as though he was combing through a long beard, deep in thought, watching them walk along the path out of sight. “Six months, madam” he winks at you, popping a grape into his mouth, watching you raise your eyebrow and nod in agreement. He feels a burst of pride, he’d impressed you.

The hurried businessman sprung up the next conversation, the overly expensive suit still failed to sit properly at his ankles, flapping vigorously with every stride he took. Phone held against his ear, orders shouted into it at what you could assume was aimed at his assistant.

“Phil, thirty four-” you begin, painting a picture of the strangers background story, he listens intently with a wide smirk, “works in fInAnCe mAnAgeMeNt, and is always bragging about his sex life despite his wife not giving him any cose the newborn takes up all her time” you shrug, you look over to him, only to notice he’d been staring at you the whole time, smiling and blinking slowly as your eyes meet, blushing vigorously, wondering if you’d gone too far.

“So instead he flirts with the lady at the front desk, and he’s got a tinder profile set up on his ‘work phone’, describing himself as an ‘avid runner’” he continues for you. The two of you laughing loudly at the information you’d received from the poor guys image.

His hand comes to brush against yours, fingers pushed through your own, lifting both your hands to point at the bustling group of mums approaching the corner of the lake. Too caught up in their meaningless conversation of pelvic muscle exercises and the smoothies they’d been trying to notice one of the many babies is heading directly for the water, excitedly chasing after a terrified duck. “That better not be you when we have kids” he nudges your shoulder with his own. Only for his whole body to freeze in a fit of panic. Fuck. what did he say that for? On a first date?!

“Absolutely not” you scoff humorously, his comment made the butterflies in your tummy erupt and set off in flight to help the poor duck. Gripping his hand firmer to comfort his worry. His nervous giggle growing a decibel louder as he shuffles closer to you. “You’d never find me in a park… I’ll be in Selfridges, taking full advantage of your credit card” you let out a loud howl at your own joke, hearing him playfully tut at your words, watching you in such awe as you role onto your back, staring up at the passing clouds, only then realising the sun was beginning to set behind the large oak tree, the hours having flown by with the easy conversation.

“Very funny pretty one” the nickname didn’t faze him this time, now he laid on his back next to you, your head twisting to look over at him. Your smile growing at the sight of his own, his hand coming to find yours again.

He’s silent.

You both are.

Neither of you speaking in the moment, his body now propped onto its side, looking down at your resting beauty, tucking that troublesome strand of hair behind your ear. Fingertips brushing against your skin, the golden sunlight painting you as a goddess, something you’d only find in the movies. And yet here he was, in his own fairy-tale.

If anyone was watching you, laid on their bellies creating background stories for strangers they’d never met. They’d say the two of you had been together for years, that ‘honeymoon’ stage never leaving, not with the way you still looked at each other. They’d giggle as they made make-believe careers for you both, naming your first child for you. Then they’d watch, in silence, as he leans forward, lips slightly pouted, eyes beginning to close.

Closer, closer, closer.

“Turtle” you speak. His eyes now open, lips relaxed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?” he chuckles nervously. The so-close-yet-so-far feeling looming in the pit of his stomach. Your arm flies up, index finger pointing towards the fluffy cloud above your heads.

“It looks like a turtle” you giggle. His breath leaving his nostrils in defeat. Laying down beside you once again, shoulder to shoulder, eyes studying the clouds above your heads.

He can’t help but smile, maybe he didn’t get the kiss, but he got all this, the tranquility of feeling you’d known someone for years, the normality and comfort of your eyes, the peaceful trance of your smile, the music of your giggle.

As he lays down on the crumb covered picnic blanket, he finds himself imagining your future, creating the future for him and the girl laid next to his beating heart and twisting stomach, the girl he’d only met today.

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thank you for reading! let me know who you imagined it with x

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admiralty-xfd · 5 years

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first time again

my take on Plus One. Enjoy :)

We’ll think of something.

Her own words ring in her ears as he looks at her and smiles. From the moment she asked him to hold her she knew this was inevitable. She’s run out of excuses to keep him at arm’s length. He is different now, they are different. She can feel it it. So she lets him in.

Their lips meet in the kiss she’s waited years to have with him again, and suddenly nothing matters anymore, nothing. All she wants is to be surrounded by Mulder, wrapped in his arms like she never left.

Their kiss goes on and on and she loses all sense of time, reliving every happy memory of them as his mouth moves over hers in that familiar way it used to. She hasn’t forgotten the steps to this practiced dance of theirs and she’s relieved to be partnered with him once again.

Home, she thinks. He feels like home. His lips are exactly the same as they always were. She can still remember the last time they touched hers and the taste of tears floods her memory as she thinks of that face, the crying face she kissed and left behind.

Saying “I’m sorry I hurt you” won’t be enough, it can’t possibly be enough for him. She doesn’t deserve for this to be so easy.

So caught up in the feel of his lips against hers she is barely aware of his hands unbuttoning her pajama top, opening it, revealing her body to him. After what feels like blissful eternity he pulls away and she looks into his eyes, soft and warm. There’s no mystery there anymore, and it’s refreshing. All she sees is his love for her. His heart is on his sleeve.

He sits up and back to look at her. He just looks, gazing at her the way he used to before everything turned to shit.

“How can you not know how beautiful you are, Scully?” he says in a voice hitched with emotion. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” She closes her eyes and smiles, chills spreading over her entire body. She doesn’t know why she asked him that earlier, she’d been ashamed as soon as the words left her mouth. But he still looks so good to her, better than ever. It almost isn’t fair. She can't deny the raw sexual attraction she feels for him and she won’t. She hasn’t forgotten any of it. She wanted to know if he still felt it, too. It seemed like a good place to start. She’s never felt insecure or insufficient around him physically, he’d always made her feel desired in the past. But he isn’t hers anymore. She’s uncharacteristically eager for his approval.

He hovers over her, worshipping her body with his mouth, but before long her bottoms are off, her legs are up over his shoulders and his tongue is inside her. He’d always told her he enjoyed his oral attentions just as much as she did, but she knows tonight there is no contest. He’s doing this for her.

It’s been so, so long she can feel her sex quivering with gratitude. She honestly can’t remember the last time his face was in between her thighs and all she can think of is what a fucking waste every night since has been.

His strokes are long, soft, languid, like he’s testing her waters, quite literally. He’s taking his time but she’s so ready for this that her clit is throbbing and she arches not-so-subtly into his mouth.

The time for subtlety has passed.

Her body lifts up to him as his fingers gently graze the undersides of her thighs, around the curve of her ass and then with little preamble he inserts what must be at least two fingers inside her, never breaking contact between her and his eager tongue. She cries out and her hand roots for his, finding it. His own pleasure is audible as he groans and hums, his sounds echoing inside her walls, these walls that are breaking down, crashing down around her as she finally lets him back in after all this time.

As she grinds into his face she grabs the pillow next to her and squeezes it, biting her lip hard. Her toes curl and her muscles contract and fuck, he’s still so good at this. His teeth nip her most sensitive spot and she yelps, bringing the pillow to her face to muffle her cries, cognizant of the grief she’d given Mulder in front of the motel manager. If she could only see us now, she muses.

Mulder pauses to lift the pillow off her face, suddenly appearing right next to her. She can smell her arousal on his lips and the sight of them coming closer makes her crazy with desire. All she wants is him again, filling her empty space, chasing away her godforsaken loneliness.

She grabs his face in her hands and devours him, the feel of his hair through her fingers pure bliss, his hand still administering joy down below. Why did she leave this, how could she leave this, is all she can wonder. There were reasons, good reasons. She just can’t think of them at the moment.

He’s pulling away from her slowly, sucking, holding her bottom lip gently between his teeth. He pulls it taut then grins as he releases it, and she knows he’s impatient to get back to what he was doing before. She doesn’t want to stop tasting his lips but she instantly changes her mind when his hungry mouth descends upon her again. He’s ravenous and she’s powerless to his attentions.

After only a few more moments her eyes roll skyward and as she feels the arrival of her release it’s all she can do not to scream out his name to the heavens, waking up everyone in this motel, everyone in this entire tiny county.

She breathes heavily, her body shuddering, as he trails kisses softly up her stomach, to her sternum, pulling the sheet back up over her. He kisses her forehead then rests his head on her chest. She runs her hands through his hair, imagining how lucky she’d be to let him love her like this for the rest of their lives, forgetting everything that happened, forgetting all of the things that drove them apart.

If only...

Being in his presence again these past few months has reawakened something inside her, but not something purely sexual. And she’s felt it even more acutely since they’ve been here, on assignment. Whenever he’d close the door to his side of the motel room a wall would go up again, and for the first time in years she doesn't want that wall there anymore. The metaphor of an actual physical wall separating their sleeping bodies all week has driven that point home. She’s been slowly removing bricks for weeks. For months, even.

He is her other half, he always has been and he always will be. She could never deny they were made for each other, even in their darkest moments. Even when she left him all alone on the floor of their house and walked away, she knew exactly what she was walking away from. He loves her still, and she knows it; she’s so tired of lying to herself. She wants him to know she loves him back but this all happened so fast and she isn’t sure how ready she is for it. The last thing she wants to do is hurt him again.

She can’t say it, not yet. So instead, she says his name once more, quietly, hoping he can hear the love within it.

“Mulder.”

He rests his head against her heart in silence, and she knows he can hear it beating fast. They lay together like this for so long she thinks he might fall asleep, but she doesn’t want to let that happen because right now she wants more. More of this, more of him. It will never be enough. She’s fated to need him forever.

She isn't sure where this thing is going to go this time, and she's well aware this could be a huge mistake. But she does know her heart wants this, wants him, right now. She’s never been more certain of anything.

She doesn't want to be on the other side of the wall anymore.

She taps his shoulder blade and he lifts his head. She dangles her arms around his neck, cocking her head to the side playfully, hair splayed out across the pillow. Looking into his perfect eyes she can only think of one thing to say.

“Don’t you think for a second we’re finished,” she smirks.

She combs her fingers through his hair, twirling softly. He closes his eyes briefly, enjoying it, and when he opens them again to look into hers, their eyes communicate their desire to each other without words; this desire they've shared for years. They both knew it would come back to this, to them again, at some point. She doesn't know what her future holds but one thing is certain: he is back in it.

He grins and presses his lips to hers as she smiles widely, and she trails her fingers down his back to the waistband of his boxers. She can feel the hard muscles all the way down, hidden beneath his skin, hot and smooth. Fifty six years behind him, how is he still this fucking gorgeous? How?

Every surface of her skin burns with longing for his touch. He kneels over her as she pulls at his gray tank top and slips it off him, letting her eyes rest upon his chest, amazed at how different a few years’ time has rendered his body. She runs her fingers along his shoulders and collarbone, these new contours she’s seeing plainly for the first time, in the moonlight of this tiny Henrico County motel room. He’s stockier, firmer, more muscular. Older, but still unmistakably Mulder. Unmistakable in the way merely looking at him is sending electrical jolts straight to her center.

She thinks of the last time they made love before she left him, how differently he looked; how pale and withdrawn. She's tried to block that terrible time mostly from her memory, but she knows he’s changed. This is a new man before her. Her heart swells with pride.

Her body responds to his like it always did; the principle of causality in full effect, Pavlovian in nature, and she feels wetness pooling between her thighs. She hasn't had many lovers in her life but she knows no one else can make her body respond the way he can.

She pulls him close, exploring his mouth with her tongue, searching for both familiarity and newness. Her hand goes to his boxers, pulling at them, pushing them down, and he helps her out of her half-open pajama top until they are both completely bared to each other. There are no more walls anymore.

His lips move down to her neck, covering every inch. Her body shudders with anticipation of what she knows will come next, and just as she predicts, he leans down to take her nipple into his mouth.

She gasps and closes her eyes as he begins to suck, his hand moving up to her face while he does so. He expertly circles his tongue around, pulling and nipping exactly the way he knows she likes it, while tenderly caressing her cheek with his thumb. Her hand clasps his against her face and she leans into it, enraptured.

This isn’t just sex to him, and she knows that’s what he’s telling her with this touch. The love he has for her is still here, it never left. It’s maturity, growth, and she wants to believe in it, she wants to believe in him so badly.

His free hand reaches down to rub her swollen sex, his fingers finding the perfect spot, circling tightly, and she marvels at the multitude of sensations he’s creating within her. This combination of intensity and softness isn’t something she’s used to; their sex, while amazing, had typically been one way or the other.

Something is different; he seems more skilled, experienced. Reserved, but in a good way. She’s having trouble explaining or understanding why but suddenly her breath catches in her chest as she has a horrifying thought: had he lied to her last week about not sleeping with anyone else in their interim? What else could account for this change?

She suddenly feels sick to her stomach. She isn't mad at him, fuck, she deserves to feel this way. She left him. Of course he wouldn't tell her the truth about something like this; he obviously wants her back and that particular kind of honesty is not the way to go about it.

She chokes back a small sob, bringing her hand to her mouth, and he notices. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen this way.

He lifts his mouth from her flesh, creating audible suction. “Hey, what's the matter? Scully?”

She has to know the truth, she has to.

“Please tell me the truth, Mulder, please…” She hates this new insecure Scully. She was never this way when they were together, and hates that she even has to question any of it. He lifts his face into view, his hand still holding her cheek, and he looks so, so concerned.

“I always will, Scully... what is it?”

She wants to believe him. She looks into his eyes and asks.

“Did you sleep with someone else while we were apart? Please, just tell me, I won’t be upset.”

She will try not to be, at least, the obvious threat of tears notwithstanding. Never before has she had to entertain the idea Mulder would choose someone else over her. His work, yes. His obsession, definitely. But another woman? Someone without their history who has the luxury of such ignorance? It would certainly be easier for him, and for this other person.

She wonders if this is why she brought it up before. Maybe she’s terrified he’d been with someone else and was fishing for information. He avoided her question and rather than be direct, she was left wondering why. The words had fallen from her mouth unbidden, something that's been happening with her a lot lately.

She’s doing her best not to cry, not to fall apart; the thought of sharing him with someone else makes her disgusted at herself for putting them in this state of vulnerability in the first place. She released him, he had every right. It would be her fault, all her fault.

“No, no one, I told you that,” he says. He places his other hand on her cheek. “I can’t even imagine it, Scully.”

She wonders why he didn’t just say this tonight when she asked him what would happen if he ever met someone else. The only reason she can think of is fear: fear of her rejecting him yet again. Now, she understands. She’s naked in his arms, clearly wanting him. He’s not afraid anymore.

She looks up at him hovering over her, such tenderness in his expression, gently moving a strand of hair out of her face, and knows he’s telling her the truth.

“I can’t imagine it either,” she says honestly.

He shakes his head, smiling. “You and me, we’re… it’s always gonna be there, Scully. Always. I pity anyone who tries to get in the way of that.”

She reaches for him again and he helps her sit up, their eyes communicating once more what their words cannot. She doesn't want to stop their momentum but she’s overwhelmed and wraps her arms around him tightly, so tightly she worries they both might stop breathing. His hand softly touches the back of her head and he lets her cling to him. She knows he’s letting her make sure he is hers, however she needs to. She turns her head in the crook of his neck to kiss him just under his ear, and inhales deeply and contentedly.

Grounded now.

She releases him and he moves to the head of the bed, knowing what to do, just like he always has. She straddles his lap and can feel the heaviness of his desire against hers, barely touching but reaching for each other in need, this burning need they’ve both been delaying all evening.

She takes his face in her hands and his go to the small of her back, rubbing up and down softly, and she sighs, melting into his touch. She leans in again to kiss her favorite pair of lips in the world and he just sits and reciprocates, his tongue softly responding to hers, letting her love him, letting her run the show.

She reaches out to grab the back of the couch behind him, one arm on either side of his head, her nipples taut in anticipation. He lifts his hands to cup her aching breasts, and she moans into his contact, so, so welcomed. She wants to weep, she's missed this so much.

Her forehead drops down gently to rest against his, and he moves his hands over and around her breasts, exploring them, looking at them intently, as if he’s never seen them before. As if he hasn’t done this thousands of times. How does he do that? she wonders. How can he make it feel like their first time this way?

His thumbs roll over her nipples, and he moves them back and forth, around and around, and every time his thumbs leave them her hardened peaks point directly back at him. It’s as if her body is screaming at her to look right here, look at this man, this is the man you have chosen for life.

She did choose him, a long time ago, and even though she left him she is choosing him again. She tried choosing loneliness before. She can’t do it anymore.

His hands move into her hair and after a moment she lets go of the couch to respond in kind, cradling his head against her chest, dragging her fingers along his scalp. She can feel her heart pounding and as his hands move to hold her she hears him breathe her in, listening. She closes her eyes and lives here for a minute, right here with him, her home.

Rising up onto her knees, she settles properly into his lap, nothing at all between her naked sex and her truth, which is him. It’s always been him. He tilts his head up to hers and she kisses him again in earnest, falling deeply into it, falling like she’s never fallen before.

She wraps her fingers around his length possessively, grinding against him gently. Her silken folds glide back and forth, her tiny hand stroking, stroking, but not yet giving herself the satisfaction of his entry. Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s some form of self-flagellation, but in this moment she feels like she shouldn’t do this, like she doesn’t deserve him. She can’t help it. Is this really the right thing to do, regardless of her desire? Fuck if she knows. He is, and always will be, her greatest weakness.

“Scully…” he whispers, responding to her hesitation.

“I can’t…” she says, feeling the tears start up. “I want…” She doesn’t even know what she’s saying, she doesn’t know what she’s trying to communicate. All she wants is the sweet relief of him filling the emptiness she’s felt for years. She needs him to fill it, her body is aching for him.

“It’s okay, Scully,” he whispers. “It’s okay to want this. I want it, too.”

She then realizes this isn’t only torturing her; she’s torturing him as well. She doesn’t want to do that, not at all. Not anymore.

She lowers herself down onto him before she even knows what’s happening; gravity pulling her down into place, all the way down, anchoring her to him. It feels so, so right. It’s like a warm blanket around her, thick and perfect, her emptiness full of him at last, only him, the only way it could ever truly be filled.

She holds still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his, and she’s almost certain he’s even bigger than he was before. Scientifically, she knows it isn’t possible. Maybe it’s her; maybe she’s just missed this too much. When he is inside her she can’t remember what it felt like to be without him. All she knows is without him was awful. Nothing good would have come of that.

Here and now is good. It’s better than good; it’s perfect. She is home again.

She leans over his shoulder, clinging to him, and he runs the warmth of his hands up and down her back, so protectively. He doesn’t move yet, he waits for her. This new Mulder, the one who waits. She already loves this new Mulder, whoever he is. Maybe he’ll stick around. Maybe she can stay with him this time.

They sit this way for several moments as she absorbs him completely, and it’s as if nothing terrible ever happened between them. She leans back and takes his face in her hands, looking into his eyes. She loves him, she knows it, and nothing else could be right but being one with him now.

“Perfect…” is the only word that escapes her lips. She doesn’t remember deciding to say it but she says it anyway. He is perfect, they are perfect. She doesn’t think it’s possible two human beings could fit together any better. He smiles back, and it’s all she needs.

She grinds against him slowly but purposefully, and his hands find her backside to pull, pull, pull her into him as they rock together. As she sinks down onto him again and again, sinking down, rising up, sinking down, rising up, she marvels at how quickly they fall back into this. Into sync, perfect sync. Like before.

Before.

She tries to remember when they were happy, when all they really had was each other, relying on each other by choice. Her choice. She chose to stay with him all those years, right by his side. She chose him time and time again, even when she felt he wasn’t choosing her back.

He’s choosing her right now, that’s for sure. Will he continue to do so? Is he ready for this? Is she?

Are you ready for this, Scully?

She knew what he was asking her all those months ago. It wasn’t just about the X files, it was never just about the X files. Was she ready for him to be back in her life? Could she accept him and move forward?

Now, she looks into the face of this new Mulder, who she knows deep down is really the same old Mulder she loves, just… improved. He was never hard to love, only hard to live with. Maybe that has improved as well.

The creaky pull-out couch is rocking, rocking, banging up against the wall. Picture frames are slapping and the nightstand is wobbling. Mulder is grunting and she is moaning and all of it is driving her closer and closer and closer to the inevitable when

**riiiiiiiiing**

The phone is ringing and there’s only one person it could be, only one reason anyone could be calling right now. But she doesn’t want to stop fucking him for anything.

“Don’t… don’t answer it, Mulder…” she breathes, her head tilting back, her eyes half lidded.

He doesn’t say a word, just leans in and keeps kissing, licking the sweat off her chest, tasting her, obliging her. Neither of them care about the phone ringing or guest complaints or the manager or anything else. Whoever it is doesn’t understand how important the sex going on in this room is, how meaningful, how life-altering. If they knew, they’d leave them the hell alone.

She rides him and rides him and just as she thinks she could ride him off into the sunset if she wanted to, the phone rings again.

She opens her eyes slowly, looking at him, and this feels significant. Something is trying to stop them, trying to get in the way. But Mulder is still looking right into her eyes. He looks as if his eyes are saying I see you, Scully, I see you. He doesn’t tear them away from her and she knows in this moment she is the only thing he sees. It’s all she’s ever wanted.

“Shhhhh,” she hears him say.

He’s right, maybe if they get quiet the phone calls will stop. She slows down her rocking, a merciful break. They aren’t as young as they used to be. She leans over his shoulder to take his earlobe into her mouth, then hears him answer the phone.

“Hello?”

Her eyes fly open and she releases his ear, sitting back quickly, looking him right in the eye. He holds her by the waist and continues meeting her thrusts, his eyes never leaving hers. There’s an extended pause while he listens, and she just keeps quietly fucking him because nothing on God’s green earth could make her stop, much less a phone call.

“I apologize, we’ll try to keep it down. Yes, thank you.”

He slams the phone down and she meets his eyes again, incredulous, as he leans into her, crushing her lips with his own. No one tells Fox Mulder what to do, or when to be quiet. She smiles with the knowledge that the Mulder she knew is definitely still in there somewhere.

This is how I like my Mulder.

With one quick motion he springs up, laying her down on her back, never breaking their connection. The bed sags and creaks. It’s fine with her. She wants him on top. She’s dying to know how this new Mulder is on top.

She takes his face in her hands and kisses him again and again, never wanting to stop, never wanting this to end. When it’s over they’ll have to figure out how to move forward and she isn’t sure how they’re going to do that.

She moves her arms around his neck again as he continues pumping slowly, almost tortuously. The torment is sweet and she’s living for it. He brings her hands down and pushes them into the mattress behind her, interlocking their fingers together. Their chests are pressed together and his tongue practically assaults her mouth. Her legs wrap around his waist and suddenly he’s hitting her walls at a new angle. A good angle.

A really good angle.

Her arms around his neck, she starts to moan again into his ear and he takes her cue, pumping into her with abandon. She can feel every inch of him entering and exiting her body over and over, still so hard, rock hard. She’s amazed at his stamina. It feels so fucking good she doesn’t even care who hears anymore.

“So… good… Mulder…”

He leans down and speaks into her ear. “I’m here, I’m here, Scully… let me hear you…”

She arches her body up into his, meeting every thrust. She’s so tired, but the exhaustion is divine. It’s been so long since she’s been fucked like this she cries out his name, God’s name, all kinds of things she’s missed screaming out.

“ Yes … Mulder… god… Mulderrrrr ...”

She thinks she’s just saying it but she’s probably screaming it. He’s looking directly at her and whispering “ScullyScullyScullyScully …” and she knows when he whispers her name like that he’s telling her “I love you” in his own way, that way they had to before they were honest with each other.

Is he afraid to tell her? And if so, of what? Her reaction? Their future? Getting hurt again?

She squeezes her eyes shut, again remembering his face when she left him, and chides herself do not cry, do not cry, do not ruin this, you fuck…

She doesn’t want to think anymore. She only wants him to fuck her into oblivion so she doesn’t have to remember how much she hurt him.

“I’m so close, Scully…” he breathes into her ear. “Stay with me…”

She wants to see his face when he comes, she’s missed it too much. She rocks her hips against him, meeting his thrusts. She can feel her own climax on the horizon, approaching faster and faster, and knows he’s waiting for her.

New Mulder always waits.

“Speak to me, Mulder…” She knows when she’s close, his voice usually does the trick.

“I miss you, Scully… I miss this so much… I think about this all the time, every single night…”

He’s looking into her eyes and she sees the truth, his truth. Her hips buck wildly beneath him and hearing these words, knowing how much he missed her, how long he’s been waiting to feel her touch and finally having it again sends her over the edge. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders deeply and screams out, much louder than she should.

“... M-Mulder!”

They look into each other’s eyes, seeing each other’s pleasure. His warmth fills her completely and she locks her ankles around him, her arms around his shoulders, his weight collapsing on top of her. He tries to move but she doesn’t let him, just holds him tightly, not wanting this to end. She imagines his essence set free inside her once again, blindly seeking a goal that doesn’t exist, and her mind idly drifts to the children she can never give him.

Last night she’d finally admitted to him she had wanted more children all this time and never said anything. She’s filled with regret once again at her own shitty communication skills, and doesn’t even blame him, not one bit, for never bringing up such a topic.

He was right, she’s a woman of science. They should have talked about it, figured it out. It may not have fixed what was broken but it would have been an important step for them to take, an important step towards the honesty they needed.

For now, she cannot persist in her regret. That journey is truly at an end for her, and the sooner she can accept that, the sooner she can figure out where she’s going. Where they can go together.

He rolls her over to the side and holds her close, kissing the sweat on her brow, repeating over and over “Stay, Scully… stay. Stay with me.”

Stay.

If only she’d stayed.

“I’m not leaving, Mulder,” she whispers back. It’s something she can give him, the truth.

As they lay entwined, sweat and fulfilled desire drenching their bodies, there’s a knock at the door.

“Goddamnit,” Mulder seethes. He kisses her softly and then rolls away from her much sooner than she’d like, pulling on his tank top and boxers, and goes around the corner to get the door.

“Yes?”

She hears the bedraggled voice of the manager. “Look, I get that you two are FBI agents, and these cases probably make your hours a little different than the rest of us, but could you please try to keep it down?”

“Sorry, yeah. We’ll be quiet now.”

She hears the manager depart and sighs, the exhaustion of the evening and their lack of sleep finally getting the best of her. She wonders briefly if she should get back into her own bed, if she’s welcome here the way she wants to be. But he crawls back into the tiny couch bed next to her, the creaking noises a comfort at this point. He lies flat on his back as she gets under the sheets. She folds her body into his like muscle memory, snuggling into this warmth she’s missed so much, the sheet pulled up to her neck, her chin on his shoulder, her breath in his ear. He kisses her forehead, they exchange no more words and in minutes are both fast asleep.

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requested: since you are taking requests... how about a librarian!bucky with a kindergarten teacher!reader?? the reader would be looking for a few children books at the library and bucky would reach her and ask her if he can help and stuff word count: 2.221 (!!!) warnings: language masterlist

You stared down at the colourful papers lying on the table in front of you, knowing very well that they were of little importance and there was so real reason for you to be in the library during your lunch time. Instead of being in the overcrowded and active cafeteria of an elementary school, you were suffocating in the mandatory silence alone, subtly checking out the librarian, Bucky.

“You know,” a voice whispered from behind into your ear, causing you to let out a loud gasp and unfortunately gaining Bucky’s attention as he looked up from his laptop briefly before continuing his work when he deemed everything was fine.

“The school has a perfectly fine library,” Natasha whispered as she walked around the table and pulled the chair out and plopping down on it.

“I know the school has a perfectly find library, you scoffed, still trying to gather your composure, “but it doesn’t have what I’m looking for.”

“Oh right!” Nat quietly exclaimed with a snap of her fingers, “our library doesn’t have a hot librarian.”

“Say that any louder, will ya?” You hissed.

“If it means you’ll finally do something about it instead of staring at him, I just might.” You narrowed your eyes at her before groaning and backing down.

“You should go talk to him though.” You ignored her comment by purposefully looking through the drawings with great attention to detail.

“Seriously, the boy looks so lonely over there.”

“What do I even say?” You asked as you shuffled the papers together into a neat pile in front of you, crossing your hands over them and looking at Natasha dead in the eye.

“This is what’s gonna happen,” she said clearly, “you’re gonna go over to the circulation desk and ask Bucky whose ‘jaw is stronger than my wifi and is too hot that he shouldn’t be allowed to work in the library that-“

“I did not say that!” You interrupted, crinkling the corners of the drawings.

“You’re going to ask him” Nat continued with a firmer tone, fully ignoring your outburst, “how his day is going. Then you’re going to ask him about a book you need to check out before finally asking him if he wants to have lunch with you tomorrow.”

When you don’t respond or move, Natasha’s voice waivers as she asked, “do you need me to write this down?”

It felt like someone had suddenly turned on the internal heater inside your body, the warmth spreading throughout your body into a full blown summer heat wave.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands. After a moment, you let your hands run down your cheeks before letting them all in your lap. You looked at Natasha and then towards the circulation desk just as Bucky glanced up in your direction. Your breath got stuck in your throat because each time you saw him, he always looked like the most beautiful human being you had ever seen. He was very muscular and had a killer jawline with sharp cheekbones and intense blue eyes. You turned your head back towards Nat who had leaned back in her chair with her arms over her chest with a cheshire grin spread on her face.

“Fine,” you groaned, pushing the chair away from the table and standing up; scowling when you saw Nat cheer quietly.

“Excuse me,” you said with a convincingly confident voice, gaining the attention of the man in front of you. His head snapped up, clearly startled by your presence, “can you help me find a book?”

“That is my job,” he smiled while closing his laptop.

“Do you know if the library has The Lorax?”

“The Lorax?” You nodded, not showing your utter disbelief of the book you had chosen to ask about.

“Let me check,” he chuckled before rolling his chair over to the library computer. You stood in your spot and watched his hands type and click the mouse, the small actions letting your mind wander into inappropriate places.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he swivelled his chair back to where you were standing, “but the book has been checked out.”

“Check-checked out? Who the fuck checks out The Lorax?” You blurted out in shock.

“You do, apparently.” Bucky smirked- just a small pout of the lips with playful narrowing eyes and a tilt of his head. It was subtle but also strangely infuriating to see after your blunder.

“Right. Me,” you muttered, “okay, well then,” your hands hit the countertop harsher than you intended to, “I’ll just have to come back another time.”

The way Bucky’s lips lifted upwards, his dimples crinkling and showing off his perfectly aligned teeth was as if his smile was a ray of sunshine and you were the sunburn.

“Dr. Seuss has other books, ya know,” he teased.

You jokingly glared at him, before the corners of your own mouth lifted up into a smile and a giggle escaped your lips. He laughed along, loving the way your face lit up like the stars in the night sky with no bright city lights to dim them.

“It’s just,” you said in a more serious tone, “the kids in my class really want to read that book before nap time.”

“You’re a teacher?” He asked, resting his chin on his hand that his elbow was propping up.

“Yeah, kindergarten.”

“Well then,” he said, sitting up and clapping his hands together, “I’ll make sure that book will be on hold when it comes back.”

“Oh Bucky, you don’t have to do that for me.”

“For the kids,” he smirked.

“The kids, right the kids,” you mumbled. You were about to say something when Natasha walked up, greeting Bucky quickly before telling you that lunch time was almost over. She pulled you away from the desk without giving you a chance to say goodbye to Bucky but when you turned your head to look back, you knew he understood when he winked at you.

The next day you couldn’t wait for it to be lunch time and when the bell rang, you practically pushed all the kids out of the classroom. They had no clue why you were so eager for lunch, maybe you had made a really good lunch one of the kids hypothesised as he reached in his bag to grab his brown paper bag.

“You gonna meet lover boy?” Nat said, stepping out of her classroom the same time you passed it.

“Maybe,” you smiled shyly.

“And maybe this time you’ll ask him?”

“About his day maybe.” Natasha laughed and pat your shoulder before turning the corner to the cafeteria while you continued straight out of the building.

You had an extra pep in your step on your way to the library and it all was because you had another chance to see Bucky and get to talk with him. And this time you had a real reason to go see him and not to just eye him as he worked.

Your heart beat a little faster when you saw the stone building come into view. It beat even faster as you opened the door and immediately saw Bucky looking up towards the entrance. He smiled and waved.

“So,” you said, sliding up to the circulation desk, “has The Lorax been returned?” Bucky chuckled, causing your heart to swell at the sound.

“Sorry, doll. Not yet.”

“Oh okay,” you turned around to head to one of the tables when Bucky called out.

“I can show where the kid’s section is, if you want to look at other books.” You nodded and he slid out of his seat, double-checking that he had logged out of the computer before sauntering around the corner.

You fell into step with the tall brunet, Bucky hummed a tune happily under his breath as he expertly walked through the aisles.

“Maybe you can find a book that’s equally exciting as The Lorax,” he said as you neared a bright and colourful section with shelves no higher than your knee.

“Doubt it. They’re picky little things.” Bucky laughed and stepped to the side allowing you to move in front of him and look around.

“Do you have a name?” He asked and you twirled around, your hair fanning out before resting on your shoulders, “it’s just…you didn’t say yours and you clearly know mine,” he said and pointed to his name tag.

A bright smile covered your face, “Y/N.” You both stared at each other, not in an awkward silence but just not wanting the moment to disappear and having to return to work.

“I can,” Bucky cleared his throat, “I can check you out.” Your eyes widened as well as your smile while Bucky’s cheeks showed a telling flush, “your books. I can check your books out when you’re ready.” Not even waiting for a reply, he all but dashed back to the counter. He opened his laptop and buried himself in the work he had been previously been doing.

He had written a few paragraphs when he heard a soft ding of the bell in front of him. Blinking over the edge of the screen, he looked up to see you, resting your elbows on the counter empty handed.

“Didn’t find what you wanted, huh?”

“I know what I want,” you said before adding, “but someone’s checked it out.”

“Like I said, I’ll keep it on hold when it comes back in.”

You said your goodbyes, slightly disappointed that you had to leave.

It had been two days since you were at the library. Parent- teacher conferences taking up most of your free time and when you were gone, you were too tired to walk to the library.

But today you had no conferences which meant you were free to see Buck- go check if The Lorax was checked back in.

“Guess what?” He said when he saw you step into the building.

“What?”

“You’re supposed to guess.” You looked at him with your arms crossed over your chest with narrowed eyes.

“You’re no fun,” he said under his breath before pulling something out from under the counter. The Lorax. He was holding the book up with a satisfied grin.

“Finally!” You exclaimed and hurriedly walked over to him, grabbing the book out of his hands and flipping through the pages.

“Thank you!” You said and handed him your library card.

“Wait!” You said just as he swiped it, “I’m actually going to look around if that’s okay.”

“That’s more than fine. I’ll keep your card here for when you’re done.” You thanked him once more before wandering off into the depths of the library.

You didn’t know how much time had gone by, too lost in the rows upon rows of interesting books that all called for your attention. You rounded the last row and stopped abruptly, hand covering your heart as you gasped.

“Bucky! You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “I was looking for you actually.” You looked up at him, hugging the book close to your chest as if to block him from hearing your pounding heart.

“Just thought you should know, you’re library card is about to expire.”

“Oh,” you said with a twinge of disappointment, “well, thank you and I’ll renew it when I check out.” You turned around and walked further down the aisle, feeling Bucky’s eyes still on you.

You turned and asked, “was there anything else you wanted?”

“Actually, yes.” Bucky rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he stalked toward you. He stood so close to you that the smell of his cologne overtook that of the library and old books. He cupped your face with his large warm hands, rubbing circles on your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Would you like to have lunch with me sometime?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded and he grinned, that stupid happy grin, like you agreeing was the best thing that happened to him.

“Perfect,” he whispered and leaned towards you.

“Barnes!” A man yelled and you both stepped away from each other. Bucky turned around and saw a dark skinned man walking towards him with a smirk.

“You’re supposed to be at the front desk.”

“I’ll see you later,” you said and smiled before scurrying away.

“Wilson,” you heard Bucky growl.

“I hope the kids like the book,” Bucky said and handed you the card.

“I think they will,” you replied and tucked the newly minted library card away in your wallet. Bucky’s fingers clicked over the keyboard, then picked up the scanner and scanned the book in silence.

“The cafe down the street is my favourite,” you spoke up, watching how is face relaxed.

“Sounds like a date,” he smiled as he placed the receipt in the book and handed it to you.

“Can-can I get your number?” You said shyly.

“No.” A tiny smirk curled at the edge of Bucky’s lips when he saw your shocked expression, “you should check your receipt to see if it’s correct,” he winked before walking away.

You opened the book, letting the piece of paper fall into your hand. At the bottom you saw a message in neat handwriting along with a number.

The book was never checked out. xx JBB

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ive never been so nervous about a fic before tbh

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fluff #librarian!bucky

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 6 years

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Overwatch Fanfic Commissioned by @camiluna27

Pairing: Zarya/DVa (Pink Power) Genre: Fluff, Smut, NSFW

“The Colour Of You” - - -

Pink.

It was in the flush upon her cheeks, the soft strands of her hair, those kiss-flushed lips, the cross she bore, the sheets that lay beneath them, and the lingerie she hastened to remove with her teeth. The colour was of them, surrounding them in the small quarters; from the walls to the customised computer in the corner. So many shades that seemed to cocoon them away in this quiet, perfect, pink dimension where only they existed... Her hands itched to traverse the displayed flesh, and yet, she held back. Heart fluttering she focused on the piercing eyes watching her every move, and quietly asked, "Are you sure? Remember we can stop if you don't feel ready..." A hand wraps around her own, and Zarya pulls it close, so she may place a kiss atop it. "Da, I am sure. I love you, little bunny, and I trust you..." DVa wriggles happily, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend again, hands gently moving down those sinfully muscular arms and back again. Feeling each little tick and twitch under the surface, the way they relaxed under her touch... and the reality of just how deeply the other trusted her struck like lightning. They were alike in many ways, though some would point out physically they were opposites. Both seen as so exceptional in their respective fields that they were singled out at a young age, sent to fight for the sake of humanity... and come back bearing far more scars than could be seen.

Trusting someone to be so close, even when you loved them... was never easy. Lashing out at those who comforted you from nightmares, reacting in fear when approached from an angle you couldn't see, trying so hard to make light of the dark things you have etched into your soul... Zarya had seen the way the younger woman's facade was crumbling, and taken her aside one evening. Just to talk, to say that she understood what Hana must be feeling and that it was okay to talk about it. Some of the older heroes had noticed, of course, but DVa had become an expert at dodging their gentle attempts to talk about it. In Zarya, she was understood, heard, and confided in in turn. Perhaps that was how it started, a bond that seemed to grow deeper with every little glance at the other, each gentle smile, or comment, or the way strong arms would hide her tears when it all got too much, or even how her gentle chatter could break Zarya from even the deepest nightmares... The team had noticed, of course. Many were very supportive, for two young war veterans to have found love under such circumstances... unlikely, but apparently possible. A minor miracle, as Zenyatta liked to say. Time was restricted by missions and moving bases, but every so often they could leave base for just a mundane stroll down the street hand in hand... Or see a movie, or take front-row seats at one of Lucio's concerts, or mess about in the training rooms pushing one another to test their limits, or just simply being together on one of DVa's livestreams as she utterly destroyed players from all over the globe... It had led here, to this moment of frozen time suspended in a pink void. No one else was on base, a sudden mission thankfully, and all that remained was the two of them. Zarya had not always been as affectionate, it was not hard to see how years upon years in the military had impacted on her maintaining a level of aloofness with even the closest teammates. They had kissed, slept close with one another intertwined with their being, and found themselves passionately making out on more than one occasion... but it had never progressed from there. DVa always backed off when she felt Zarya disengage. Sometimes it was because they were tired, or an alarm went off, or they were sore from battle, or someone wasn't feeling up to anything more than being close... but the few times she felt Zarya pull away of her own volition, gave Hana new understanding. She had asked, and been given a short, yet open response. Aleksandra had had one short-lived relationship with another decorated russian soldier; neither feeling much more than a general sense of duty towards the whole thing. Their interactions, both physical and verbal, were not exactly... pleasant. It was merely a means to an end, and there was no time to form proper emotional attachments before they were deployed.

Zarya had returned, he had not. Such was the ways of war, it seemed, and she grieved as much as one of her status should.

Under other circumstances, she might have loved him, or another man, or another woman... but there was no time for that when the weight of your country's hopes and expectations rested on your shoulders.

DVa could understand, sort of. When you’re one of a dozen teenaged gamers who’d been drafted by your government to fight an almost unstoppable enemy… then anytime you weren’t training or learning the basics, was for doing anything you’d regret not at least trying before you died. Not to say the barracks were a perpetual orgy or anything, no… mostly they did things like try new foods, or get wacky haircuts and colours they’d always wanted, did silly challenges from the internet, and the like.

Being one of the only ones to return alive, after all the time she and the others spent bonding over daring one another to eat chili peppers and similar teenaged pranks… well, it was a blow that left her feeling far older than her eighteen years. A year on, even Overwatch hadn’t really smoothed over the aching void inside… but something about the enigmatic Russian spread out before her, the way she spoke, the understanding in her eyes… it seemed to at least be patching it up.

Zarya shifted slightly and the sheets made a soft shush sound as her brilliant pink silk panties moved against them. Dva pressed a chaste kiss to the hollow of the other woman’s throat, and felt her heartbeat speed up as Zarya moaned, arching into the sensation… then jerking slightly as DVa added a playful nip. She trailed a sloppy series of kisses down, making sure to blow over the slick mess, giving an odd mix of sensations to keep her lover occupied and make things memorable.

Her nimble hands slid under the band of the barely-there pink bra, playfully cupping and stroking the brilliant mounds under the fabric, and mouthing at the hardening nipples tenting beneath. Zarya gasped as DVa yanked the flimsy fabric aside, snapping the flimsy bra in two and baring those beautiful breasts to the world.

She briefly glances up, to see how the other was coping with these events, then dived down upon the closest breast; warm mouth engulfing the nipple, tongue teasing and laving it in alternating strokes. The gamer carefully toyed with the other breast with a free hand, always an excellent multitasker, grinning as a hand reached up to grasp her hair in surprise as she pulled back with a wet pop.

They were not quite of a height, but reaching down between them DVa could easily feel just how much Zarya was enjoying her ministrations. Almost as much as the gamer herself, really… she hoped Zarya could feel how wet she was, pressed so tightly together, turned on by the mere thought of worshipping that beautiful amazonian physique. She wiggled, the solid abdominal muscles providing an interesting thrill of sensation to grind against… a little gasp of delight may have escaped.

No, time for that later. She chastised herself, skillful hands caressing whatever she could reach of Zarya’s torso as she moved down; as she trailed down, a press of lips to her ribs made the other giggle… and DVa grinned mischievously.

“Tickleish, huh?” she says, looking up at the other in delight. “Well, what if I do… this?”

She peppers the area with kisses, fast and efficient, fingers moving down the russian’s sides, seeking any other vulnerable spots. Zarya laughed and wriggled beneath her, playfully telling her she was clearly an evil bunny sent to torment her… it was when DVa heard the other starting to become breathless, that she stopped. Merely resting her chin on the other’s chest and looking up impishly, smiling.

Zarya’s flushed, elated countenance grinned back, utterly at ease. “Little bunny, you are full of surprises…”

“Wait ‘til I show you how to highscore in the Game of Love, babe, then you can thank me!” DVa responds, maintaining eye contact as she slides down the other’s length to nestle between long, powerful russian thighs. “Okay?” she questions once more.

“Okay.” Zarya adds, honestly, before exhaling sharply as DVa rubs her thumb through the soaked fabric of her undergarments. Up and down, gently, exploratively, following the natural crease that grew more defined with every movement. “Da, very okay… please…”

Her hips jerked towards DVa, seeking more… please, more. And her girlfriend was only too happy to comply, leaning in to lick the hidden folds through the barely-there fabric. Her hands sliding up those impressive thighs to slide under the strings holding the underwear together, slowly tugging them down. Zarya raised up slightly, helping the other to guide them out from under her body.

For a moment, as the fabric was discarded upon the floor, DVa was caught off guard as she surveyed the beautiful, strong body on display… utterly vulnerable and trusting, for her alone. Part of her wanted, so badly, to utterly wreck Zarya, show the woman every mindblowing technique she had learned or perfected… but that was for later. And there would be a later, if this went well.

Catching Zarya’s eye, DVa slowly raised the two fingers of her right hand and slid them into her mouth, making a show of slicking them up and rolling her tongue over them. It must look obscene… but the other was clearly entranced, judging by the fixated expression.

She pulled them free with a sound so ludicrously debauch it almost seemed comical.

Gently settling comfortably between the other’s legs, DVa began to gently brush against the slick folds before her, growing slightly firmer every so often; unhurriedly testing to see how the other felt. Her own arousal throbbed hotly as Zarya’s thighs clamped involuntarily about her on a particularly strong stroke. If her girlfriend did that again she’d-... nope, not yet.

“Y-yes… there, like that…” Zarya panted, own hips moving in a counterpoint against the fingers driving her crazy with just-not-enough pressure to satisfy the urges building within her body.

DVa could sense the other’s confusion when she stopped, pulled away momentarily, only to use both hands to splay open those folds and gracefully duck her head down amongst them. She lapped along the sides, gauging how the other reacted, and fluttered her tongue every few licks, delighting in how it made Zarya shudder. Hands grasped her head, gentle but firm, as she laved over the other’s clit for the first time… a strangled cry burst forth, and those amazing thighs trembled.

Cheekily, DVa sucked on it briefly, before returning to laving the other perfect pink folds and features of her beautiful girlfriend; tracing random patterns, and swirling her tongue teasingly just out of range of the other’s centre of pleasure. She could feel Zarya’s body tensing up, the normally even breathing coming out in half-caught gasps and muttered words; she pressed deeper in as Zarya began rocking against her in earnest.

Yes, perfect, just like this.

Her arms circled about Zarya’s thighs holding them together as she drove the other to a sweet madness, leaving off her teasing patterns and artistry to press her tongue flat against the other’s clit. Moving in counterpoint to Zarya’s erratic thrusts, eyes never leaving the flushed, pleasure-wrecked face of her lover for even a second as she felt the other begin to lose control.

Sound was blocked out as Zarya’s thighs convulsively snapped tight about her head, but the cry she made as she came seemed to vibrate through her entire body to the gamer anyway; Zarya jerked, panting, lost in the crest of pleasure as she unconsciously moved against DVa’s mouth. One hand clenching tight the hair she could reach, and the other gripping the sheets like her life depended upon it…

When those magnificent thighs finally released her, as the russian gently pushed the gamer back in a silent plea for mercy from that wickedly delightful tongue that was still seeking to wring every drop of orgasm from her body… DVa found herself a little light-headed but nonetheless pleased by the outcome. She stroked a thumb absently over the engorged clit, just to watch Zarya shudder from the overstimulation.

“Was that good, for you?” she asks, checking.

Zarya throws her head back and laughs, “Little bunny, that was perfect… it could not have been any better. Thank you, for being this for me.”

DVa grins, wiggling up the bed to press a kiss to Zarya’s flushed lips, delighted that this had gone off -so to speak- so smoothly. She is somewhat surprised when Zarya’s hands clamp about her waist, pushing her back slightly… had she done something wrong? ...oh.

“Do not think I did not notice your need, little bunny… what can I do for you?” Zarya queries, thumbs rubbing hot little circles about her hips. DVa puffs out a breath, kneading at the woman beneath her as she takes note of where she sits, and begins to undulate her hips.

“N-nothing… kinda just want you to h-hold me while I… ah! While I-...” she doesn’t finish in words, but Zarya seems to understand… how could she not, when the gamer is rocking frantically against her abdominal muscles, a hard counterpoint to the sopping wet heat aching between her legs. She had been so close when Zarya came, it barely took anything more than the warm, familiar weight of Zarya’s hands on her hips and the drag of an overly sensitive clit against the taut musculature of her lover… before DVa was frantically thrusting through her own orgasm. Aiming for the high score, as it were.

Her eyes locked with the adoring gaze of Zarya, and she ducked down to crash their lips together, keeping them joined until the last thrills of pleasure began to disperse and become too much. Breathing raggedly, she contentedly flopped down atop her lover, who automatically wrapped her arms about DVa. A kiss is pressed to the crown of her head, and she hums back, tired but filled with a warm glow.

“Love you…” she says, snuggling closer so her her rests below Zarya’s chin.

“And I love you too, little bunny.” Zarya tells DVa, and the gamer can feel the other’s grin as it spreads across her face.

Pink.

The colour of the room enclosing them as sleep descends…

The flush on their skin as the afterglow lingers…

The lingering love in the air…

And the colour of the love that both heroes share.

#overwatch #zarya #dva #pink power #camiluna27 #fanfic #four bucks closer to that junkrat hoodie

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elatedmarvel · 7 years

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Shadow: Part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky rescue someone from their past. Being hunted down, they bring you to the Avengers. Will it be enough to keep you safe?

Warnings: swear words

A/N: I thought you guys needed a break from the angst. There’s still a little but mostly fluff. Thank you so much for reading! ~J

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“No, he didnt!”

“I swear Y/N he totally got beat up by that cat! Pretty sure he’s still afraid of grey ones” Steve chuckled and you broke out in a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny кукла?” Bucky asks as Steve and you enter into the kitchen, both sweaty after your run.

“Stevie here was just telling me how you lost a fight to a cat.” you giggled. The rest of the room looked at Bucky in shock for a moment and then bursted out laughing.

Bucky turned bright red before punching Steve in the arm.

“I was 13! And the cat was huge and had claws!” he defends himself but it’s no use as Clint makes a hissing noise at Bucky and the room roars with laughter again.

“Never would pegged you for a weakling Barnes” Natasha snickers.

Still giggling you stand on your tip-toes and peck him on his stubbled cheek as Tony, Clint and Thor all mock him to no avail. Turning your back to him, you toss Steve a water from the fridge and pull out the jug of orange juice.

As you pour you feel his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him.

“Bucky” you whine, “I’m sweaty and gross.” You try to untangle his arms but he just keeps you pressed against him firmer.

“That’s ok. Gives me a reason to shower with you later” he whispers as he bites your ear.

“Ok, gross enough PDA. Take it to a room!” Tony shouts from the breakfast table.

“Don’t need to be told twice” Bucky says as he spins you around and picks you up, draping you over his shoulder.

“Bucky!” you screech in mild embarrassment and excitement. In response, he lightly swats your ass that’s on full display for all the Avengers to see.

“Do her good cat-man!” Sam shouts and Bucky salutes them before taking off to the bedroom.

“Buck!” you giggle as he throws you on his bed and starts to kiss your neck as he wiggles out of his shirt.

“Y/N” he counters, looking you in the eyes for a moment before ripping off the rest of his and your clothing.

“God you’re beautiful” he smiles as he kisses from your breasts downward. You tangle your hands in his hair as he sucks just above your thigh and you moan. The urge to kiss him takes over and you tug back up towards you.

Crashing your lips to his with fury and spark, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as you can feel him pressed against you.

“I love you” you pant when you break away and start to kiss down his jaw and neck.

“I love you so much” he groans.

Tangled back up in the sheets, you lay listening to Bucky’s heart and breathing as you trace random patterns on his abs. He sighs in contentment and strokes your back.

“I think we may need to shower again” you giggle as you feel the sweat start to cool and stick to you. After the first and second round, the third round happened in the shower and while to two of you were trying to get dressed, a fourth round occurred.

“I can’t help it кукла. I just can’t get enough of you and now that no one is watching, I can have you anytime I want.” he smirks and lightly bites your bare shoulder.

You grin as you peck him once more and slowly start to get up.

“Where are you going?” he whines.

“I told Nat and Wanda that I would go shopping with them for the party tomorrow” you say as you button your jeans.

“You already have dresses. Stay”

“You can’t wear the same thing to a party twice Buck! Besides I need girl time with them. From the amount of time as I spend in your bed, you would think that I was your sex slave or something” you tease.

“Or the love of my life and I just like to show you how much I love you.” he says as he wraps himself around you and lightly kisses you.

You hum into the kiss and hug him back, but pull away before it becomes to steamy again.

“I have to go медведь” and lightly push his chest to get him to move.

“Fine. But let the record show that I wanted to stay in all day and make love to the most amazing women alive.” he grumbles before pressing a last kiss to your temple.

“Ever the charmer Barnes” you snort and leave to meet Natasha and Wanda in the common room.

“I’m telling you Wanda, that dress makes you look so good that if Vision doesn’t leave with you, I will.” Natasha states as the three of you flop into your seats at the coffee shop.

After shopping and gossiping all afternoon, the three of you needed a slight break before going to find shoes that matched your dresses.

“Thanks Nat. I might take you up on that” Wanda replies and giggles.

“So… You and Bucky are doing well.” Natasha turns the attention back to you as Wanda leans in readily.

“Yes.” you nod, trying to keep your poker face on.

“Come on Y/N! We need details!” Wanda whines.

“Everything is great. I love him, he loves me. Everything is the way it should have been when we met in the first place.” and that earns a sigh from Nat and a nod from Wanda.

“I’m glad you and Barnes finally got your happy ending” Nat says, “But what are you going to do when you leave?”

“When I what?” you ask her. Why would you leave the best thing to ever happen to you?

“I’m just saying you told me that you would only stay for 2 months, time is almost up and ABA is still after you.” she forcibly reminded you.

You almost stop breathing. The past month since Bucky and you had reunited felt like a dream. Every moment with him and your new found family was truly something that you thought you would never have. It was so amazing that you hadn’t even spared a second thought to ABA. How could you have forgotten?

“I.. I don’t want to leave again” you timidly confessed, eyes down cast at your drink.

“You don’t have to. If that’s not what you want.” Wanda said nudging Nat in the ribs. She grimaced at the slight pain before focussing on you again.

“You don't have to. But you have to be ready, you have to know what you want Y/N. The moment that you decide you’re staying you are family to us and we don’t take that lightly.” she states. You feel Wanda kick Nat in the shin and look at her with incredulous, but she was right. You had been on the run for so long it was all you knew. Would life really just let you stay and be happy in Bucky’s arms?

Wanda quickly broke you from your thoughts when she declared that that was enough sadness and that the three of you still needed shoes. But for the rest of the time, all you could think about was those blue eyes and dazzling smile.

Returning to the compound alone when you declined Wanda and Nat’s offer for dinner and drinks, all you wanted to do was hang up your dress and cuddle with Bucky. The day had been more emotionally taxing on you than you had realized. Your heart almost stopped when you got to your room.

Instead of the warm and inviting room that you had loved it was empty and bare, looking as if no one had lived there at all. The walls that once were a warm blue were now a sad off-white color. The pictures that you had taken and put up everywhere of the team were nowhere to be found. Panic started to set in. Was the team kicking you out? Had you been that much of a burden?

“Y/N!” Bucky’s surprised voice broke through your mental breakdown. “You weren’t supposed to be back so soon!”

“Is this your way of telling me to leave?” voice breaking as tears were starting to spring to your eyes.

“No! Fuck, it was supposed to be a surprise! They were supposed to keep you out longer.” he explained before pulling you in for a hug. His heart nearly broke at when he saw your glossy eyes. He would never let you go, not if he had anything to say about it.

Slowly, he untangled himself from you and looked you in the eyes.

“Follow me” he said as he pressed a reassuring kiss to your temple. Hands grasped tightly together, he led you to a different floor. One very different than the ones that had been the Avengers’ home. Instead of opening to a common area and a kitchen, it open to a small hallway with a door at the end.

Fishing the keys out of his pocket, Bucky quickly unlocked the door before pulling you inside. Your jaw dropped as you took in the room. To the right was a living room with giant couches and maroon throw pillows and blankets. To the left was an open kitchen with white marble counter tops and state of the art and sleek appliances. Just behind there was a dining area with a chandelier hanging over the long, mahogany table. In the center, the warm, dark brown hardwood flooring narrowed to a hallway with 2 doors on each side and a door in the middle, where the hallway ended. Everything was basked in a warm and welcoming glow.

As you took in your surrounds, Bucky looked at you with a hopeful smile. You turned to him and was stuck at how loving he looked at you.

“What do you think?” he questioned, though he was sure he had gotten right when he saw the pure awe on your face.

“I… What is this?” suddenly at a loss for words.

“Our new home. A new place for a fresh start.” he states as he brings your intertwined hands up and kisses the back of your palm.

Looking back and forth between your new home and Bucky, you still couldn’t find words so you looked at him questioningly. He replied with a soft smile and began to spill his heart.

“When you came back to me, when we became.. well us again, I began to think of how wrong it felt to stay in our old rooms. How it still felt like we were sneaking around and not together. I wanted to move into a place just for us, and I know we can’t do that yet because ABA is still after you and the tower is the safest place. This was the compromise, Stark had a guest floor that he hadn’t been using and I convinced him to let us use it as our new home. I’ve been working on it for 2 weeks and I was going to show it to you tonight when you came back but you were early and I didn’t get to intercept you first” he chuckled.

“Of course I’m not kicking you out. The opposite actually. I want you and me to be together forever. I want to live a normal life with you, well as normal as it can be as an Avenger. I want to get to come back to a home that we built together and though we can’t do that now, this is a good step. I’m all in on this and I want you here with me for a very very long time.”

Suddenly the awkward and painful talk with Natasha made sense, she had just wanted to be sure this is what you wanted before you came back and saw this.

You looked up at the brightest blue eyes you had seen and you knew. Of course you would stay with him. You wanted a family and now you found one, with the man you loved and a team you would die for. If there had been any trace of fear or uncertainty in the back of your mind they were gone now.

“I love you, forever” you breathed, emotions running too high to use your normal voice. Bucky smiled back at you, and pulled you in for a sweeping kiss. One that left your toes curling and erased any doubt that he never loved you.

“I love you too” he smiled when he pulled away.

Laying on your new bed, yours and Bucky’s bed, you let your eyes wonder around the room. Being too preoccupied with Bucky’s lips and sinful body, you didn’t get a good look at it before. It was perfect, the best mix of you and Bucky.

“You like it?” he asked as his fingers stroked back.

“I love it” you smiled “But what are the other rooms for?” There had been too many rooms that lined the hallway to just have a master bedroom.

“Two offices, one for you and one for me. And two guest rooms…” he trailed off and you looked up at him curiously.

“Maybe we can turn one into a nursery one day if we still live here?” he spoke so softly and fast you almost missed it.

Bucky wanted a kid, to start a family. To start one with you. This made you heart beat even faster and you beamed so big your cheeks hurt.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” you replied and leaned in to kiss him.

This was all you had ever wanted. This is where you belonged.

Part 9

Translations:

кукла- doll

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Duplicitous

mchanzo week day 3: undercover || downtime

Title: Duplicitous Rating: Teen Summary: Jesse McCree is frustrated by being sent on yet another undercover job. Hanzo Shimada is frustrated by waiting for someone to come and spy on him.

Undercover.

McCree hates it. He hates the lies which flow like silk from his silver tongue, hates the fake smiles and the real feelings he develops, the people he comes to care for then is forced to abandon or betray.

“You're making the world a better place,” Reyes tells him when he complains. “You're atoning.”

McCree knows he deserves this pain, really. But he hates it and he wishes he wasn't as good at it. They might send someone else then. Jack could do it; he isn't so old that his looks and charm have left him yet. But there is something about McCree that makes him perfect for these missions, something none of them can explain.

And so it is that they fly him off to Hanamura, with a fake ID (Tom McCree) and a photograph of his mark in his shirt pocket. He reads the thick file they have given him on Hanzo Shimada, heir to the Shimada empire, on the flight. Fearsome, deadly and generally unpleasant. So far, so similar.

The castle is imposing and beautiful, pink blossoms lending the place a pretty, fresh feeling. He introduces himself to the guard at the gate, who scowls at his ID and narrows his eyes when McCree suggests he is here to apply for the position of Hanzo Shimada's bodyguard.

The man snaps something into his radio in brisk Japanese and receives a similarly brisk reply. He reaches for his gun and McCree tenses. He hasn't blown a mission in years. Then, a second voice, firmer and richer, comes through the radio, issuing orders McCree doesn't understand.

The guard frowns, but he beckons to McCree to follow him and leads him down an ornate hallway. Everything is clean and expensive. McCree knows something is amiss and is fully prepared to be ambushed, but he is simply shown into an empty room and left.

He sits down on a sofa and folds his hands in his lap, assuming that he is being watched. He needs to try to maintain his charade.

A light weight drops onto his shoulder suddenly and he cries out in shock, leaping up. The thing on his shoulder clings on with sharp blue claws and he stares down in disbelief at what he can only describe as a tiny dragon. He reaches for Peacekeeper, has her drawn and raised to the dragon, when he hears the silky, deadly voice.

“I will kill you before you can pull the trigger. Lower your weapon.”

McCree looks up from the tiny monster and stares at Hanzo Shimada, who is standing with a bow in his hands, an arrow tensed and aimed between McCree's eyes.

“Howdy,” McCree says slowly, wondering how to play this. He is fairly confident that he could kill this little beast and Shimada himself before the arrow strikes, but that is not what he is here to do. “I'm here to interview as your bodyguard.”

“You are not suitable,” Hanzo Shimada replies, frowning at McCree as though he has never seen anything more disappointing in his life.

“May I ask why not?” McCree is frowning, unsure of why this mission has gone so badly wrong. His fingers curled around his gun are sweating. The small creature growls at him.

“You are not capable of dealing with what we do here.” The words are final, firm.

“I disagree. I’ve spent my life working for operations like this. I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.” Some truths, some falsehoods: the key ingredients for an effective undercover operation.

Shimada raises his eyebrows. “What is your name, cowboy?”

McCree glances up, to the shadows cast by his hat, and smirks at the nickname. “Tom McCree, partner.”

Shimada whistles and the little creature scuttles from McCree’s shoulder and back to him, climbing up his torso and disappearing into the collar of his black silk shirt. Hanzo Shimada is unfortunately very attractive. His dark eyes are currently full of something McCree can’t read. McCree straightens, glad of the creature’s absence, and tucks his pistol away in a gesture of trust he doesn’t feel. Shimada does not lower the arrow.

“What was that?” McCree asks.

“McCree,” Shimada repeats, ignoring the question. “I know of you, I’m afraid. Jesse McCree, not Tom.”

McCree tries to decide on the best course of action. He allows his most charming smile to dimple his face. “You understand why I need to use a false name, of course. Overwatch ain’t goin’ to be too pleased when they find out I’ve deserted them to join you.”

“Deserted them?” Shimada lowers the bow. “Why?”

“I didn’t want to join them in the first place.” McCree shrugs. “It was that or prison. I’m not a good guy, Shimada.” His smile is making his face ache, and he can’t tell if Shimada is buying this.

Shimada casts the bow aside and crosses the room to McCree. He is a little shorter than McCree, and he stands so close that their chests are touching. McCree stares into those dark, imposing eyes and wishes they were meeting in different circumstances.

“We will see about that,” Shimada says, and then he presses his mouth against McCree’s.

The kiss takes McCree by surprise; he had half expected to have to fight his way of this room. Still, it is not unpleasant. Shimada has soft, warm lips and a fierce kiss. He tastes of mint. McCree reaches up to grab the sleek black tail of hair Shimada has and pulls him closer, opening his mouth to allow the heir to this terrible empire to dip his tongue inside and trail it along his own.

Shimada trails his lips across the stubble-dusted jawline of his job applicant and presses his lips against McCree’s ear. “They are watching and listening,” he whispers urgently. “Look as if I am seducing you.”

“That may not be too difficult,” McCree murmurs back, still clutching onto the back of Shimada’s neck. “What the hell is going on?”

“I have been waiting a long time for Overwatch to send an operative to spy on me. They could have sent one who is slightly more capable, but I suppose given the circumstances you will have to do.”

“Hold up there-” McCree says, forgetting that they are being watched, and pushing Shimada away.

Shimada frowns, then is on him again, mouths crashing together as he wrestles McCree to the floor. McCree’s waist is snugly in between Shimada’s muscular thighs as the enigmatic man he has been sent to spy on hisses again in his ear, “You are a complete idiot. I cannot believe it is you they sent. Even if I hadn’t been waiting for you, I would have seen you were undercover quite easily.”

McCree raises his eyebrows and responds by grabbing Shimada’s ass firmly, delighting in the hiss the other man gives. “I am assuming you had some reason to want me to come that’s a little more meaningful than making out with me on the floor?” he mutters.

“I need you to help me bring the Shimada family to justice,” Shimada hisses back.

“Woah-” McCree says, going to push him away again. He is rewarded by a sharp nip to his throat which makes him groan. “You’re in the Shimada family, you know.”

“You are truly perceptive,” Shimada growls in his ear. “I will come quietly, I promise.”

The words make McCree moan and he shakes his head. “This is insane,” he whispers. “How can I trust you?”

Shimada shrugs. He is still nibbling at McCree’s neck. McCree feels that this is not strictly necessary now, but it is certainly not unpleasant, so he allows it.

“You know what the punishment will be for what you have done?” McCree whispers.

“Depends if the family discovers what we are trying to do before we actually do it. Dismemberment if they do. I cannot even imagine what they would do to you.”

“Wonderful,” McCree says drily.

“Prison for me if we are successful. Perhaps death.” Shimada speaks these words in a matter-of-fact whisper. This is a man who has reconciled himself to this fate. McCree wants to tear open his skull and see what has caused this man to turn his back on everything he knows.

“It could be even worse than that,” McCree says, rolling them over so that he is straddling Shimada. He bends down and tastes the fragranced hair of Shimada’s beard. Shimada looks murderously up at him. “You might end up being forced to work for Overwatch.”

Shimada surprises him by barking a laugh. “Do we have an accord then, Jesse McCree?”

McCree grins down at him. “I think we do.”

#mchanzo week 2017 #mchanzo #fanfic

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fanficshiddles · 7 years

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First Time, Part 2/3

I was going to wait and post this tomorrow, but then I thought since it’s done and ready to go, I’d just post it! I’m on a roll with writing today! :-D

OFC loses her virginity. No warnings really, just NSFW!

Tom smoothed Sigrid’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He slid his hand down to the back of her neck and let his fingers gently caress over her skin, causing her mind to turn to mush.

‘I will look after you, darling. Just tell me if I’m moving too fast or doing something you don’t like, ok?’ He spoke gently, as if in fear of scaring her away.

‘Ok.’ Sigrid squeaked out and nodded.

Tom smiled and he moved closer towards her. His hand slid up to the back of her head where he held her steady as he leaned in. She felt her body tremble as he pressed his lips against hers, softly. He only pressed his lips to hers for a few seconds, then he pulled away with a smile.

Sigrid opened her eyes and blushed hard. She found herself wanting much more already. His lips were so soft and felt amazing against hers.

It was like Tom had read her mind as he leaned in again and kissed her more firmly this time. He slowly moved his lips against hers, testing the waters, before parting her lips and slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Sigrid didn’t know what to do, so she let Tom take the lead. Which he did, gladly. He teased her tongue with his own. Taking his time to explore.

Sigrid opened her eyes to take a peek, but just as she had opened her eyes, Tom opened his as well. Sigrid blushed and started to giggle as Tom laughed too. He stopped the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers.

‘Darling, I must say… Kissing you is incredibly intoxicating.’ He purred deeply, his voice sending tremors through her entire body.

‘You are very nervous, sweetheart. But I have an idea, come here.’ Tom stroked his hand down the side of her face and then he moved back on the bed and motioned for Sigrid to follow him.

She timidly moved back on the bed as well until Tom wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down with him. They lay down on the bed and Tom held her in his arms as he tucked her head underneath his chin.

He slowly stroked his hand up and down her side, to soothe her trembling body.

‘Are you scared?’ Tom asked quietly.

‘No… Just really nervous and excited.’ She said quietly like a mouse.

‘Well, being excited is a very good thing.’ Tom chuckled.

He just held her in his arms for a good while, just allowing her to get used to being next to him. She felt enveloped in him, his body was so big in comparison to hers. But she loved it. It made her feel safe and more protected.

They made some small talk. He asked a few questions about herself and her life. She felt herself relaxing with him more and more every second. He completely exceeded her expectations and was even more of a gentleman than she could have ever imagined. He was so sweet and she knew she was definitely wanting to lose her virginity with him. Knowing it would be even better than her fantasies.

Slowly his hands started to wonder more. He slid his hand down over her hip and underneath her top. He brushed his fingers lightly across her stomach, making her squirm.

Tom chuckled and he leaned up a bit more so he could look down at Sigrid. She looked up at him, cheeks bright red, body still trembling at his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, nose and then her lips. As his tongue moved against hers he slid his hand right underneath her top and up to her breasts. He gently squeezed her breasts in turn, making her gasp into his mouth.

When Tom stopped the kiss, Sigrid’s chest was heaving as her breathing was heavy. Her body wouldn’t stop trembling, no matter how much she tried to get it to stop.

‘Relax, darling. Don’t worry about anything, just feel and go with the flow.’ Tom said softly as his hand slid down over her side.

‘May I undress you?’ He asked with pleading eyes.

Sigrid nodded very enthusiastically, making Tom chuckle.

He sat up beside her and helped her up as well. Taking the hem of her top, he pulled it up over her head and off her arms. He couldn’t stop himself from gazing down at her breasts. Even in her bra, they looked perfect. He also noticed the bra she was wearing was a lacy, emerald green color with black around the edges. It made him smirk.

‘Let’s see if your panties match, hmm.’ Tom teased as he moved down the bed a bit and he made short work of getting her jeans off her. He noticed that her underwear did indeed match.

‘Loki would most definitely approve.’ He growled and crawled over the top of her, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss as he pressed his body down on top of her.

She loved the feeling of his weight on top of her. Though he was careful not to crush her and placed his forearms at either side of her head. He was still fully clothed but not for long as he sat up again, making Sigrid whine slightly from the loss of his lips.

‘Would you like to do the honours?’ He asked as he motioned to his shirt.

Sigrid bit her lower lip anxiously but she nodded eagerly. Tom smiled and sat at the side of her as she got up to her knees on front of him. She reached out for his shirt and tried to undo his buttons, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn’t get them off.

Tom took hold of her hands in his and he brought them up so he could kiss them. He looked into her eyes and she nearly melted into a puddle from the kindness in his eyes.

‘It’s alright, sweetheart.’ He said softly as he let go of her hands and undone the buttons himself.

He slid the shirt off his shoulders and smirked as he saw Sigrid looking at his bare chest. She loved how muscular and strong he looked. She was nearly drooling from the sight.

Tom reached over and cupped her chin, tilting her head up so she was looking up at his face. Amusement was written all over his face as he smirked down at her.

He reached down and started to unbuckle his belt. Sigrid’s eyes were drawn down to watch his hands as he opened up the belt. Then his long fingers unbuttoned the button and slid the zip down. He hopped up off the bed and pulled his jeans off.

Sigrid’s eyes bulged as she could see a clear outline in his boxers. The hiddlesconda was certainly living up to its expectations so far. And what also didn’t go unnoticed by her was that he was clearly turned on. It gave her a mini confidence boost.

‘Do you like what you see?’ Tom asked cheekily as he crawled back onto the bed with her.

Sigrid nodded shyly as Tom moved over the top of her. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her as his hands took their time to roam over her body. When he was sure she had calmed down enough, he slid his hands under her back and started to undo the buckle on her bra.

Sigrid’s heart beat picked up again as he slid the straps of her bra down her arms and off. He leaned down and planted soft kisses against her shoulder, slowly working his way across her neck and then down over her chest.

He looked down at her breasts and let out a groan as he cupped them both easily in his hands. He grinned up at Sigrid as she let out a soft moan and let her eyes close. She couldn’t believe what was happening, with Tom Hiddleston too. She was still shocked.

Tom softly massaged her breasts and teased over her nipples with his fingers. He was careful with her and leaned down to lick and suck softly on each nipple in turn.

Sigrid had no idea how pleasurable her nipples could be. She felt tingles shoot down her body, right down to her clit, making her wriggle underneath him.

‘Such beauty.’ Tom mumbled as he kissed up her chest and back to her lips.

He rolled over onto his side and pulled her against him, her back against his chest.

‘Tell me, darling. Do you touch yourself?’ Tom asked huskily against her ear as one of his hands splayed across her stomach and the other stroked soft circles against her thigh.

‘Yes.’ She squeaked out and nodded.

‘Mmm. That’s good to hear.’ Tom said as he nibbled softly on her earlobe.

He moved his hand up from her thigh and he slid it down her knickers. He let out a groan as he felt her wet for him already.

‘You are so wet for me, love. God, you’re so hot.’ He groaned.

Sigrid wasn’t sure how she didn’t cum on the spot as his hand made its way between her legs. She also felt nervous and shy so her thighs clamped together, trapping his hand there and making him chuckle.

‘Open your thighs for me, darling. Or I can’t make you cum.’ He whispered hotly into her ear.

Sigrid let out a gasp and she relaxed her thighs a little. Tom’s hand on her stomach held her tighter to his body as he started to explore through her folds. He gathered up some of her arousal and used it to slide smoothly across her throbbing clit.

Sigrid let out a loud squeal of surprise and her whole body jumped in surprise as he touched her clit. That made Tom halt his movements and he kissed her neck softly.

‘Are you ok? Did I hurt you?’ He asked, slightly concerned.

‘No… It feels… Good.’ Sigrid said shyly.

Tom chuckled against her neck, the vibrations on her skin making her tremble even more.

As Tom started to rub her clit in circles, she started to fall into ecstasy. When Tom eased his grip on her stomach, she moved round onto her back so she was able to spread her legs open more. Tom kissed her forehead as he continued to circle her clit, firmer and firmer after every few strokes.

Every so often he would stop the stimulation on her clit and move down to tease around her entrance and gather up more of her arousal. Not that there wasn’t plenty of it, she had never been so turned on in her entire life. Part of her was worried with how wet she was, she had no idea if it was even normal or not.

Her legs spread open even wider on their own accord, giving Tom much better access and making it feel even better for her.

‘That’s it. Good girl, relax for me.’ Tom purred in approval as he slid two fingers up and down either side of her clit.

As Sigrid started to whimper, Tom continued his attack on her clit. He rubbed both fingers across her clit, back and forth and up and down. As she started to lose herself more and more, he quickened his pace and pressed his lips to her neck.

‘Cum for me, beautiful.’ He whispered into her skin as her hips bucked upwards against his hand.

‘Oh god!’ Sigrid cried out as Tom pushed her over into her first orgasm of the night and the strongest she ever had.

‘That’s it, let yourself go.’ Tom soothed as he continued to stroke over her clit slowly as she rode out her orgasm.

‘Perfect.’ Tom praised as she calmed down and her trembling body started to ease.

Tom removed his hand from under her knickers and he smiled down at her fondly as he kissed her lips. Her eyes fluttered open as she tried to calm her body down.

Once she came back to her senses, she noticed that Tom had moved down the bed to take off her knickers. She blushed as she saw him gazing at her intently. She could also see his own excitement, even more so than before.

‘Can… Can I?’ She asked quietly, not quite able to get out all her words properly.

‘Of course. Take your time and explore.’ Tom smiled as he lay down on the bed next to her and allowed her to do what she wanted.

She lay on her side next to Tom and leaned up on her elbow, anxiously looking down at the tent in his boxers. She took a deep breath and tentatively reached out and placed her hand over him. Tom let out a low groan as his head fell backwards. Feeling brave, she sat up and pulled his boxers down over his thighs.

When his cock sprang free from its confinements, she gasped out in surprise. He really was big. Part of her was a bit scared, worried how he would fit inside of her when they got to that stage. But she pushed those worries down as she reached out with her shaky hand and shyly stroked him.

He was hard under her touch, yet it also felt soft at the same time. She felt really giddy as she thought about the fact that she had Tom Hiddleston’s cock in her hand.

Her movements were slow and gentle. Too gentle for Tom. She was teasing him without even knowing it or meaning to.

‘Here, let me show you. You can hold it a bit firmer.’ Tom said as he reached down and wrapped his hand around hers.

He showed her the best way to hold him by squeezing her hand a little more. He guided her small hand up and down the length of him, then when he was sure she had the hang of it, he let her go again.

Sigrid was surprised with how much it was turning her on. She never thought pleasing a man would be so hot. His moaning was such a turn on.

Her mouth started to water as she really wanted to taste him and try to take him in her mouth. But she was really worried about trying it.

Tom sensed her uncertainty and he reached over and stroked her nearest thigh gently with his hand.

‘Do what you want, darling. Don’t be scared to explore. I’ll let you know if you do something I don’t like.’ Tom soothed.

‘Promise?’ Sigrid asked.

‘I promise.’ Tom nodded.

Sigrid took a deep breath and she leaned down towards his cock. Tom had to restrain himself from thrusting his hips up towards her mouth. He bit down on his lip as she timidly licked the tip of his cock. She was surprised at the taste of his pre cum, it was a bit salty, but not as bad as she thought it would be.

Feeling more confident she started to lick over him more and after a few seconds she wrapped her lips around his tip. Tom moaned as he kept himself still. Feeling her mouth slowly take the tip of his cock into her mouth was like heaven.

She didn’t try to take him far into her mouth, as she was scared about gagging. So she used her hand to make up for it.

‘Darling, if you keep that up, I am going to embarrass myself and cum all over the place very soon. This day is all about you. Come here.’ Tom said as he sat up and gently grabbed her, flipping them over so she was lying down on the bed once again.

Sigrid felt nerves twist in her stomach as Tom moved down the bed and positioned himself between her legs. She felt so exposed and vulnerable with him down there. Even more so as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and moved his face closer, she tensed up completely.

‘Shhh, my darling girl. Trust me, you will enjoy this. A lot.’ Tom spoke gently.

‘I don’t know, Tom. I just… I… Ohhhhh my god.’ Sigrid cried out in pleasure as Tom dove in and licked from her entrance and right up over her clit.

Sigrid stopped complaining and grabbed the sheets beneath her in her fists. His tongue felt incredible.

She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have his tongue down there. He took his time licking over her clit, varying his patterns and rhythm every so often. She could feel her entire body tingling, her toes curled in all the pleasure.

‘Holy shiiit.’ She cried out as his tongue circled around her clit.

He spent plenty of time circling her clit and then he would wrap his lips around her little nub and suckle against her.

Tom could tell she was about to cum again, so he took that opportunity and took one of his hands up so he could gently insert one of his fingers into her. It slipped in with ease as she came from the way his tongue was against her clit.

She never noticed he had slipped a finger inside of her until he inserted another one and started to wriggle them around.

She was so tight, Tom nearly came on the spot from thinking about it.

‘Ahh, Tom.’ Sigrid gasped out and tried to move away, her body tensing up as she realized what he was doing.

‘Relax, darling. It’s ok. You just need to relax. Do you want this to continue or would you like me to stop?’ Tom asked as he halted his movements.

Sigrid was breathing fast as she tried to gather her thoughts together.

‘Keep going.’ She whimpered.

‘That’s my girl. Now, I want you to stop worrying and don’t think about it. Just let the feeling take over.’ Tom said as he started to lick at her clit again.

He kept his fingers still inside of her until he had her moaning and writhing under him again. Once he was sure she was relaxed, he started to move his fingers. He curled them inside of her and rubbed against her g spot, making her legs shake around him.

‘That’s it, let it go.’ Tom said quickly before going back to licking her clit again.

He brought her to another orgasm as he kept rubbing against her g spot and sucking on her clit. As she came this time, he spread his fingers apart a bit, to try and spread her open more. He didn’t want her to feel any pain at all during sex if he could help it.

Sigrid felt exhausted because of all the orgasms. Her body collapsed down on the bed as Tom pulled his fingers out and they were covered in her arousal. He sucked them clean and then crawled up over the top of her body.

He kissed her lips firmly and reached over to the bedside table and reached in to get a condom. He tore at the wrapper with his teeth and then briefly sat up so he could roll the condom over his cock.

He quickly pressed his body back against her as he loved the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest. She could vaguely feel his hard cock against her inner thigh. That brought everything back to reality with a thump as she started to panic slightly.

‘Shhh, shhh. It’s ok. We won’t do this if you don’t want to.’ Tom said as he stroked her hair and brushed his thumb across her cheek.

‘I do. Please.’ She begged.

‘Alright. Just relax then. I will be gentle, I promise.’ He whispered into her ear.

He started to kiss and suck on her neck, easily distracting her as he reached down and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. He could feel her heat radiating off of her wetness and onto his cock, making him want to sink into her more than anything else and fuck her brains out. But he resisted, for her sake.

‘Who’d have thought, hmm, all those years of fantasizing about losing your virginity to me. Now, here you are underneath me.’ Tom whispered as he started to push slowly into her.

But he was instantly met with resistance as she gasped out and her body tensed up.

‘You are going to have to relax for me, love. This won’t hurt if you relax.’ Tom said between kisses to her neck as he used his tantalizing fingers to tease at her clit.

She was still soaking wet with arousal. But it wouldn’t help if she didn’t relax enough. He was able to sink half of his cock into her. But she was so tight that it would be a struggle to get further into her. But then, Tom had an idea.

‘Claim loyalty to me, and I will give you what you need.’ Tom growled in Loki’s voice against her neck.

Sigrid gasped out loudly and Tom felt a fresh rush of arousal cover his cock as her muscles relaxed for a second. He took that moment and pushed into her, gently, but firmly. He bottomed out inside of her and stilled himself completely, allowing her time to adjust to him.

‘Tom.’ She whimpered.

‘It’s alright, love. You’re alright.’ Tom assured her as he stroked her hair and held her face against his neck with one of his hands at the back of her head.

‘Does it hurt?’ Tom asked, his voice strained as it took all his power to not move.

‘I… No… It’s… Weird.’ Sigrid gasped.

She felt incredibly full, and it felt a little uncomfortable but there wasn’t any pain. Which both surprised and relieved her. She tried to get her breathing to calm down, but she couldn’t stop her breathing from being shaky.

Tom started to stroke her clit again. That pleasure soon took over her mind and she started moaning. The feeling of being so full quickly added to her pleasure as he kept rubbing her clit in circles.

Tom chuckled when he felt her wriggle underneath him and trying to move her hips.

‘Do you want me to move?’ He asked, his teeth gritted as he tried his best to stay still.

‘Please.’ She whimpered.

Tom was very careful as he slowly started to move his hips. He kept stimulating her clit as he started to move in a steady rhythm. He didn’t pull out of her much, not wanting to hurt her, so his thrusts were slow and steady but short. He was just relieved to be finally moving.

Sigrid wrapped her arms around his back and she held onto him tightly as he moved and stroked her clit. She was in pure bliss from the feeling. She had no idea it would feel like that.

‘In the end, you will always kneel for me.’ Tom growled, again in Loki’s voice and that just aroused Sigrid to no end and he knew it.

‘Oh god, Tom!’ Sigrid cried out as Tom pushed her over into another orgasm by rubbing her clit harder.

Tom felt confident that she was ok enough for him to pick up the pace more. So his hips started to move quicker. Sigrid didn’t mind as she felt limp and like jelly. She loved the sound of his grunting and moaning as he moved above her. The most erotic sound of her life, along with the most erotic sight as his nose scrunched up as he thrust into her.

She knew when Tom was about to cum as his thrusting faltered and his movements got a little harder for a few thrusts, before he stopped completely, moaning loudly and panting as he pressed his forehead against hers.

He then gave her a rather sloppy, open mouthed kiss. Both of them riding high in their after orgasm glow.

When Tom pulled out of Sigrid, she couldn’t believe that she had just lost her virginity. To Tom Hiddleston as well!

‘Wow.’ She gasped as Tom pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash.

He chuckled and lay down with her in his arms. He held her tightly to him and stroked her hair softly as he kissed her shoulder.

‘Did you enjoy that, love?’

‘God yes.’ She giggled shyly.

‘That’s very good to hear.’ Tom grinned.

Then Sigrid felt shy and a wave of uncertainty washed over her.

‘Um… I guess you will be wanting me to leave?’ She asked quietly.

‘No way. You are going nowhere today, darling. I do not just fuck and chuck. We are going to get room service for dinner and you are spending the night here, with me. I want to get to know you more. And besides, I’m not nearly done with you yet.’ He growled and kissed her again.

Sigrid giggled and wriggled excitedly next to him. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

‘You mean, we will do it again?’ She asked, shyly.

‘Of course. If you want to, that is. It is even better the second time, and the third and so on and so on. You won’t be able to walk by the time I’m finished with you.’ Tom grinned.

‘Yes! Definitely! Um, do you… Do you by any chance still have access to the, um, Loki costume?’ She asked quietly as she looked down at his chest.

‘I do indeed.’ Tom smirked.

#Tom Hiddleston #fan fiction #first time #mini fic

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wordfighter · 7 years

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Emperor of Fire

Summary: Tai gets a distress signal from Matt and finds his friend dying. He soon learns it’s the work of an old enemy. Type: Short story/fanfiction Words: 2851 Category: Digimon/W.I.T.C.H Genre: Adventure/Fantasy? Rating: Teen Characters: Tai & Matt Warnings: Blood, broken bones, trees, shadows, lava. A battle.

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AU where the Chosen Children are Guardians of Kandrakar

”Matt?”

Tai's voice was low, he didn't dare to call higher. He had been out on a mission when Matt had called for him and he had followed the call and ended up in a place he had never been to before. The trees were high, the trunks bare and at least 30 meters tall. The branches made a protective cover far above him through which little water could fall through. It also meant it was pitch black around him. It was a good thing his element helped improve his night vision. The ground was bare, moist, and he made almost no sound as he stepped on it. He looked up again. Matt should be somewhere nearby.

”Tai...”

Matt's voice. It echoed in his mind but still gave him a clue to where he had to go and Tai started sprinting. The trunks around him became shorter and then there was a clearing. He slid into it, stopped right next to Matt.

”Matt...”

Tai's voice was but a mere whisper and Matt didn't look towards him. Matt's face was paler than usual, his eyes were closed and his clothes were ripped and bloody. There was blood in his hair and a deep cut over the side of his face. Tai crouched next to him, notice Matt's chest slowly rising and falling, but also noticed that his leg was bent in a way it wasn't able too, there was a bone sticking through the skin of his right hand, his left arm was almost torn from the body.

”Tai...”

Matt's lips moved. Tai leaned forward, dried some of the blood off his friend's face.

”Don't worry Matt, I'll fetch Joe. You'll be okay.”

”Tai”, Matt's voice was weak, almost unaudible and Tai grinned.

”You won't even notice I'm gone, you hear me?”

Tai didn't know how it was possible, but Matt seemed to close his eyes even more. He would never stop being amazed at the number of facial expressions Matt was able to pull. Tai got up again, took a couple of steps back. It was possible to teleport together with someone, Ken knew how, Joe as well. Kari and Matt had also learned. Tai however was still terrible at it and Matt wouldn't be able to help now, he could see that much.

”I'll be back in a second!”

Tai lifted his hand to his forehead. It wasn't necessary for the teleportation, but it helped him focus, it was Ken who had taught him that trick.

”Telep-”

Ten figures jumped down from the trees surrounding the clearing, weapons drawn. Matt's eyes flew open, his hand hit the ground.

”Tornado!”

Matt coughed, winds picked up around them, caught the attackers, but their weapons were flying towards Matt and Tai, and Tai turned around.

”Flame shield!”

A bubble of hot air surrounded them and the weapons evaporated as they reached it. The wind disappeared, the figures fell to the ground, then quickly turned around and darted into the trees. Matt coughed again and Tai turned around to see how he was doing, let the shield around them disappear again.

”I... overexerted myself...”

Matt turned towards Tai, gave another cough and blood splurted from his mouth, splatted over the ground. He closed his eyes, his fingers made a gripping move and Tai laid a hand on his shoulder.

”Matt, shit. You need to... I'll... I have to fetch Joe. I...”

”Tai...”

Matt's voice was disappearing, but he lifted his hand, gripped Tai's hand. Pain flared up in Tai's body, images flashed across his mind. There had been a battle, Matt had been doing alright, had been winning until... Blackness. A laughter echoed. Something twisted his body. Tai recognized the signature in the energy that was coursing through him, had been coursing through Matt. There was a reason Matt had called for him. And... There was someone else, a princess? No, a nymph. She had tried to help Matt, but he was defeated and she was captured. Matt had met her before but that memory was hidden from Tai, it wasn't important and he caught a glimpse of her captor. He recognized him, he had battled him before and he knew why Matt had lost. Matt hadn't stood a chance against him.

Matt's hand fell to the ground and Tai was pulled back to reality, knew he couldn't leave even for a minute. He had to hope Matt would survive until he could get help. Matt was barely breathing, his body shivering, and Tai pulled off his coat, placed it over Matt and got up again.

”I'll go help her, and then I'll come right back to you, okay? Then I'll get help for you. Just... Whatever you do, don't stop not dying.”

Matt didn't answer and Tai turned his back to his friend, knew he didn't have much time. Matt was dying and there was an important connection between the nymph and the planet, he had gathered that much from what Matt had let him see. He made a mental note to himself to ask how Matt had done it after this mission was over and then the forest disappeared around him, opened up for a large field of rocks and lava and Tai ducked behind a bush. This must have been the second reason Matt had called for him and not Davis, who was equally strong against mental attacks as Tai was. Tai took a couple of seconds to catch his breath, then dashed forward, letting his evolution happen. Red and green armor covered his body, a sword and a shield materialized on his back. His body got stronger, more muscular and his hair grew shorter, was hidden under a helmet. He rushed acrossed the lava, not even thinking twice about it. The heat was absorbed by his aura, empowered him, and he continued towards the large building he could see in the middle of the field.

He could see animals prowling the edge of the field, could see figures in black clothes running across it just like he was doing. A couple of them tried to stop him, but he sent a wave of lava ahead and they disappeared again. Fire within me, Tai thought and chuckled. He stopped when he reached the stairs leading into the building, tried to scour his surroundings, figure out what he could expect in there. Nothing he had heard Ken tell Matt about this planet gave him any clues where the lava came from, it was a forest planet with some lakes, a mountain that wasn't more than a couple hundred meters tall and animals the size of busses. No volcanoes. He grabbed his shield, continued on inside.

Everything was quiet. The sound of the lava disappeared as he entered the building, a chill rushed through his body as the temperatures around him fell like a rock. His steps echoed as he walked through the hallway, stopped at every door to listen for sounds. Time was running out, he knew. Thirty more minutes, maybe less.

”Hold on, Matt. I'll be back soon.”

He continued onwards, could hear voices, a laughter, and he recognized one of them, had faced off against the owner before. There wasn't enough time to stop by the door and listen to them and he kicked it open, rushed inside and his sword flew to his hand.

”Emperor Kladerprus!” he called.

The emperor sneered at him, didn't got up from his chair and Tai took a firmer grip around the sword even though he knew it was virtually impossible for him to lose it. The shadows around him moved and he made a sweeping move over himself with his shielded arm.

”Flame shield.”

”I knew we would meet again”, Kladerprus said as he stood up. ”Tell me, did your little friend send for you?”

Tai didn't answer, but that seemed to be the answer Kladerprus was looking for.

”Who of you dimwits failed to kill him?!”

The ground shook, flames burst through the floor and the shadows backed away again. Emperor Kladerprus dried off his forehead and turned back to Tai.

”It doesn't matter, he can't have much longer to live.”

Tai didn't answer that either and Kladerprus smiled, knew he had been correct and Tai hated how Kladerprus so easy could see what went through someone's head.

”Let them go.”

The small voice sounded like the wind blowing through the treetops and Taichi leaned to the side, tried to see who it was, and saw the nymph from Matt's memory. She was beautiful and her eyes was locked on Tai, tried to tell him to turn back and run away. Emperor Kladerprus went up to her, his hand carressed her cheek, her arm.

”My little forest spirit, why would I do that?”

”I won't help you if you hurt them.”

”A little late for that, I'm afraid.”

He gripped her chin, forced her to look into his eyes and Tai shivered, rushed forward. The shield disappeared around him and ten cloaked figures surrounded him, forced him back again when all of them tried to stab him, slice him, hurt him. For a short second he wished he could fly, then he remembered them falling from the trees and knew it wouldn't help.

”Firestorm!”

His sword started glowing and he turned around, a wall of fire rising around him, travelling away from him, pressing the figures back. Emperor Kladerprus stomped the floor again and the fire died out, once again cleared the path for his underlings. They rushed towards him and Tai swooped around them, engaged in battle. Their swords locked, Tai's shield protected him without his guidance. His magic wasn't strong, but he used it to keep them at bay, to make sure not too many of them rushed him at once. Emperor Kladerprus neutralized his fire and the cold room made his magic even weaker than it normally was. Twenty minutes left. The hilt of the sword hit one of the figures in the head and he fell to the floor, it hit another, and a third one. Two more came up from the shadows and the battle raged on. Fifteen minutes.

”ENOUGH!”

Emperor Kladerprus' voice made the room shake, large rocks fell from the ceiling and the cloaked figures stopped, disappeared into the shadows and Emperor Kladerprus stepped forward.

”We have faced off before, Yagami Taichi, fighter of fire.”

”And if I remember correctly I won that battle.”

”You did, and I was forced to spend months inside a nothingness filled with the toughest criminals from all around the universe.”

The Prison. Tai had never visited it, didn't know anything about it. Only Ken knew what it was and he didn't tell them. Tai only knew everyone they defeated were sent there. Emperor Kladerprus let his hat fall to the floor, let his coat fall to the floor. His body was lean, stronger than it had been last time Tai fought him, but so was Tai's. Tai was even a little stronger than Emperor Kladerprus, he could tell, as long as they kept to hand-to-hand combat. But the Emperor didn't fight like that. Tai placed the shield on his back again, took a couple steps forward. Kladerprus walked closer as well, they started circling each other.

”You will find that I learned things in there. I saw things no person should be exposed to.”

”Lollipops and rainbows and kitties?” Tai grinned.

”I stayed alive in there, boy. I fought my way out. Do you know why I came here? I knew your friend would be sent here, I knew about his connection here already.”

Tai glanced at the nymph, who had hidden her face in her hands. She was tied up in chains and he could see a weak glow emitting from them.

”Why her?” Tai asked. ”What has she done?”

Ten minutes. Tai didn't have time for this. The Emperor sneered again.

”Don't you have something more important to worry about?”

Something twisted in Tai's stomach and he fell to his knees, gasped, glared at the Emperor.

”Your friend's state is weakening you.”

Tai swallowed. He had to believe Matt would make it. No, he knew Matt would make it, because he would kick Kladerprus' ass and get the nymph away from him and get help for Matt. He gripped the sword, got to his feet and rushed towards Kladerprus. Fists were flying, fire was everywhere, Tai's sword kept missing because Kladerprus could read his intentions, his mind. He had to empty himself, had to focus on another plane. Tai would win in a fist-fight, he knew. He put the sword on his back, got his hands around Kladerprus' wrists. Fire engulfed him, but didn't hurt him. Rocks rained from the ceiling and Tai threw himself to the floor, held Kladerprus as protection from the rocks. Kladerprus' hands twisted, grabbed Tai's wrists, twisted them. One of them snapped and Tai kicked Kladerprus away, into the wall. They both got to their feet, glared at each other, rushed towards each other.

Tai's fist collided with Emperor Kladerprus' cheek, Kladerprus' fist collided with Tai's armored stomach. Hot air pushed Tai backwards, Kladerprus flew through the air again. Seven minutes. It'd take him three to run back. Kladerprus was behind him, tried to grab him, but Tai ducked, kicked, but the Emperor was gone again. The nymph was tugging at the chains, tried to break free and Kladerprus grabbed Tai's hand, twisted the already broken wrist and Tai fell to his knees, but managed to grab hold of the Emperor's leg, pulled him to the floor and quickly turned around, placed his foot on Kladerprus' chest. The earth shook again and Tai lost his footing, grabbed his sword without thinking and Kladerprus got to his feet behind Tai, moved towards him. Tai placed his fingers to his forehead.

”Teleportation!”

He reappeared next to the nymph, his sword cut through the chains and they fell to the floor. She grew, wings sprouted on her back and her arms grabbed Tai, her body melted into his. Kladerprus rushed towards him, five minutes, and Tai ducked under the fist, jumped away, almost flew over the floor, slid to the wall. He kicked away from it, propelled himself forward and The Emperor evaded. Tai turned in the air, his back hit the wall, his hand hit the floor. Green light danced around him and he gathered himself again, made a new rush towards Kladerprus, managed to grab him. Kladerprus tried to pull away, but Tai's eyes glowed green, roots sprouted from the floor, was burned to ashes, sprouted anew. Tai raised his sword, was about to let it fall down, but fifteen cloaked figures appeared, was just as quickly gone together with Kladerprus.

We have to hurry, the nymph's voice echoed inside Tai and he put the sword on his back again, ran out of the building. Three minutes. Wings sprouted on his back, lifted him from the ground, carried him over the threetops. Two minutes. They swooped towards the ground, her body melted from him again and he fell, she ran to Matt and he put his fingers to his forehead.

”Keep him safe.”

The world disappeared, a new one appeared. Ken looked at him, Joe looked at him. Books were spread out around them. Study session, Tai knew. Davis was there as well, he didn't have time to question it. Joe was at his side before he could say anything, held a hand agains Tai's broken wrist.

”Heal.”

Tai winced as the bones rearranged themselves, grew together again, then he nodded towards Joe, towards Ken.

”Matt.”

He didn't need to say more. Ken was out of the bed, grabbed both Tai and Joe and Joe's bedroom disappeared again, they were back by Matt's side. Tai fell to his knees, watched as Ken and Joe rushed to Matt's side, to the nymph. He could hear their voices, their worry. Joe shook his head and Tai knew, understood. Joe couldn't help. It was too late, Matt wouldn't make it. He buried his face in his hands, his body shook, he was so tired, he had tried to be quick, had tried to make everything right, but Emperor Kladerprus had gotten away and Matt was going to die and the planet had gotten turned into a field of lava. There was a poof and Tai looked up again, Matt was gone, Joe was gone, Ken looked at him, the nymph looked at Ken and Tai's hands fell to his knees.

”...Matt?” he asked.

His voice was unstable and Ken got that weirdly stern look on his face, that was never meant for anyone in the group but looked like it could kill someone.

”Joe took him to Kandrakar. They have stronger magic there.”

Ken let out a sigh, pulled his fingers through his hair and turned to Tai. Tai felt his evolution disappear, leaving him in his regular body, his regular clothes and Ken sat down infront of him, nodded to the nymph, who disappeared, before he turned to Tai again.

”Now, tell me what happened.”

#english #fanfic #digimon #W.I.T.C.H #genre: adventure #genre: fantasy #rating: teen #character: yamato ishida #character: taichi yagami #character: emperor kladerprus #series: sailors

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