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So Desperate- Loki x Reader x Bucky

Summary: Working in the Avengers compound makes you so horny, one night Bucky and Loki ease such pains

Word count: 2, 989

Keeping your head down and staying out of everyone’s way only seemed to work so well for you. Viewing your work as operational and professional seemed to do nothing to soothe the heat that managed to reach your body, and especially your core, all day long.

You’d moved into the compound about two months ago. Being a skilled S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you managed to work your way up to pretty much being the avengers assistant. You were obviously very grateful for such a position and opportunity, but now living and working with these gorgeous people, you were going insane.

Most of the time you could avoid them by staying in your office, but you still came into contact with most of them through out the day. The avengers and friends weren’t just gorgeous, they were divinely sweet too. If they were hot and rude then maybe it wouldn’t affect you so badly, but they all spoke such kind words to you, helped out whenever they could and every friendly touch they gave you set your skin aflame.

With so many gorgeous people around and no one but yourself to ease the heat, you’d pretty much been taking care of it yourself every night, except tonight oddly enough. Today had been very busy and very hectic, that you’d barely had time to eat, so when it came to finally laying in bed, you only just registered your stomach growling.

Standing in one of the shared kitchen/lounge spaces in the compound, your mind seemed to completely zone out as you stared out of the large window, eating your much needed sandwich. Being an agent who lived in the avengers compound, you should have noticed Loki sneaking up, but then again he is a trickster God and you were very tired.

“Hello, Darling.” His smooth and gentle voice broke you from your zoned out stare.

Your sudden jump and the way your head whipped to him, caused a smooth chuckle to escape him and a cheeky grin to appear on his gorgeous face.

“I did not mean to startle you, dear. You’re a bit jumpy tonight aren’t you? But then again, you always do seem on edge around everyone here.” His smirk widened as he came to stand before you.

With your behind pushing against the bench and your front caged in by Lokis hips, you were suddenly trapped. You could get out of this situation normally, but the way his eyes stare at you, has you in a trance that you can’t break.

“I-I-uhm, wh-what do you mean?” You not so smoothly managed to get out.

Your stuttering earns you another chuckle from the god before you.

“It must be so difficult for you, working so closely with people who cause you to be so excited all the time.” He explains, his voice both teasing and seductive.

His beautiful green eyes pin you to your place, even as both of his hands smooth over your hips. He continues to tease as his hands reach closer to your core and his lips brush next to your ear.

“You know Asgardians have a lot stronger senses than regular midgardians do. I can smell how aroused you are and hear how fast your heart beats around all of us.” He hotly whispers into your ear, his long and graceful fingers now past your pyjama pants and playing just with your outer lips, not giving you any friction whatsoever.

The words reach your ear and go straight to your core, as you whine out a moan and desperately try to rock into his hand, craving friction and pleasure. Your desperation however just leads Loki to laugh darkly, and hold your hip tight, stopping you from moving.

“You are just a desperate little whore aren’t you? Wanting to fuck everyone here like the little slut you are. Isn’t that right?” He growls at you, his hand once on your hip is now in your hair and his face is a breath away from yours.

“Answer me, darling, tell me how much of a little whore you are and I’ll bring you pleasure that your pathetic toys and fingers never can.” He teases you as his deft fingers now find your clit and slowly rubbing over it, not nearly enough pressure to soothe you, but definitely enough to tease you.

“I’m waiting.” He continues to push as his fingers slow down.

“Yes! Yes! I’m a whore and I’m so desperate! I need you to touch me, Loki. Please make me cum, I need you so badly!” You whine out, your forehead now resting on his.

“That’s a good little whore.”

Suddenly your pyjama pants are pulled all the way down and he has you lifted onto the counter, your legs spread and his fingers now deep inside you. Uncontrollable moans leave your parted lips as he perfectly works your body, drawing pleasure from you like you’d never felt before. With his fingers inside you hitting the perfect spots and his other fingers working your clit perfectly, you can feel your climax approaching already. Your heads swimming in so much pleasure and your eyes closed, that you didn’t realise a second person had walked into the room.

“Oh fuck.” You suddenly hear from the doorway.

Turning your head to the side you see a smiling Bucky, arms crossed and leaning against the wall as his eyes rake over your body.

Your stunned reaction causes both Loki and Bucky to let out a teasing chuckle.

Your eyes follow Bucky as he lazily walks over to you both. His metal fingers tease from your knee, all the way down to your inner thigh, and back.

“Are you being a good girl for Loki? He making you feel good, doll?” He asks you sweetly, beautiful blue eyes staring into yours.

“Yes! It feels so good!” You cry back to him.

“Yeh? You be a good girl and cum for us and then we’ll fuck you just how you deserve, just how you’ve been needing.” He encourages, metal fingers now tweaking your sensitive nipple over your t-shirt. “Come on, baby, cum for us.”

At such a command you can’t help fall over the edge. Your body shakes violently as your head is thrown back with an animalistic screaming moan leaving your body.

“Oh fuck.” You shakily whisper out as Loki soothes you through your aftershock.

“Good little whore.” Loki coos at you as his fingers, wet with your cum, make there way to your lips.

Understanding what he’s asking even without words, you open your mouth and lazily suck on his fingers. Both blue and green eyes watching you, fascinated by the view before them.

“You’re such a good girl.” Bucky praises as one hand reaches behind your head and the other lays on your hip. Stepping between your spread legs, he leans in and kisses you passionately.

The kiss becomes more heated as he picks you up from the bench with one hand, and the world around you begins to fly. When he finally lets you down again, you find your in your room and Loki is now pressed behind you.

“Take off your top and lay on the bed like a good whore. You better not touch yourself, you pathetic little thing.” Loki growls in your ear and slaps your ass as you jolt towards your bed.

Once you’re comfortably laying on your bed, Lokis eyes fall from you to Bucky. Grabbing at his hair, Loki forces Bucky into a heated kiss, which Bucky is all too happy to reciprocate. The show before you makes you desperate to touch yourself, but you obey Loki and simply watch.

The kiss becomes more and more heated and hungry as they tear at each others clothes and bodies. Once they’re both finally naked, they turn their heads to you.

“Maybe we should give her what she wants.” Loki taunts, his hand now coming down to Buckys impressively hard cock, fingers lightly wrapping around him.

“She’s such a good girl.” Bucky grunts out, looking all over your body, as his hips grind into Lokis hand.

“She’s a little whore.” Loki chuckles, eyes also roaming over your form.

Having two such gorgeous men looking over your body begins to make you anxious. Slowly your hands reach up to cover your body.

“No, no, no, no.” Loki jumps towards you, his quick words being a surprisingly sweet tone.

“Do not deny us the pleasure of looking at such a beautiful body.” He soothes you.

While his words are gentle and sweet, his actions are the complete opposite. His strong hands take your wrists in his grasp, pushing them to either side of your head. Your eyes leave his gorgeous face as they scan over to Bucky, who now lays beside the two of you.

“He’s right, doll. It’d be a tragedy to cover a body so gorgeous.” Bucky smoothly compliments, his hand creeping under Lokis arm to gently tease your nipple once again.

Your eyes follow his fingers as they gently run down your stomach and landing between your legs. Finding your clit, he begins to make gentle circles.

“You’ve been such a good girl and working so hard here. You’ve been so wound up that you’ve had to touch yourself every night. Let us take care of you, sweet girl. Reward you for all your hard work.” Bucky gently encourages, his fingers beginning to pick up pace.

“Let us have you and you shall never be denied pleasure ever again.” Loki whispers in your ear, gently nipping at your neck.

“Yes! Please, please fuck me. Look after me, make me feel good. Please, James. Please, Loki.” You beg them, looking desperately between the two.

“Good girl.” Bucky praises simply, giving you a sweet but passionate kiss.

When the kiss is broken, Loki stands from his position between your legs, and is replaced by Bucky. His once gentle actions are replaced by more rough ones, as he takes your ankles in his hands and slides you down the bed. Getting to work, Bucky manages to quickly manoeuvre you so you’re on all fours, facing Loki who is currently pumping his large length in front of your face.

“You think you can handles us both, whore?” Loki questions you as a hand in your hair pulls your head back.

“Yes, please, sir.” You breathe out to him, your head leaning more into his grip.

“Good girl.” Bucky leans over your back and whispers in your ear, his hands now firmly on your hips.

“Open wide.” Loki demands as he positions his cock with your mouth. At the same time, Bucky is positioning his with your wet core.

As you open your mouth, both men push inside you at the same time. A muffled moan leaves your stuffed mouth as they both fill you up perfectly.

Words of praise and degradation, mixed with grunts and moans fill the room as both men thrust into powerfully. Bucky has a tight grip on both of your hips, pushing your body to a rhythm as his hips smack into your ass. Loki has both hands gripping into your hair to keep your head still while he thrusts into you, using you like a dirty whore.

You’re mind begins to go fuzzy as your body tingles and heats. This is exactly what you’d been needing and what your body had so desperately been craving. Being fucked by a god and a super soldier, it was no wonder you were so close to your second orgasm of the night.

“You’re close aren’t you, you little whore?” Loki taunts you.

Pulling out of your mouth, you gasp for air as he tugs your head back by your hair. He smirks down at you with a look of wonder in his eyes, his fingers gently moving around the spit and cum that has formed on your face. With Buckys fast and hard thrusts and Lokis gentle movements on your face and wicked smile, you were going insane.

Suddenly Lokis hand leaves your hair and face, but before you can fall to the bed, Buckys metal hand wraps around your throat, keeping you up. His flesh hand tightens it’s grip as he uses his metal fingers to push your head towards him.

“You’re close aren’t you, sweet girl?” Bucky coos at you.

All you can do is pathetically moan and nod your head, trying to keep your eyes open and on the soldier behind you.

“Let James finish inside you first.” Loki demands as he comes to kneel in front of you on the bed, now sandwiched between your two lovers.

Loki begins to squeeze and fondle with your breasts as Buckys thrusts pick up.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m so close. Gonna take my cum like the good girl that you are!” Bucky shouts as his thrusts become even faster and more powerful; Loki now fisting his own cock to the same rhythm.

“Please, Bucky! Give your cum! Fill me up please!”

Grabbing onto both of your hips, Loki keeps your body up as Bucky hold onto you tightly, finishing inside you with a few more hard thrusts and his head thrown back with a loud groaning moan.

Loki begins to kiss over your face as he holds you gently to keep you up, Bucky pulling out of you and laying down on the bed.

“You did so well, darling.” Loki surprisingly praises, his hands gently caressing over your body.

“Would you like to cum, darling?” He asks gently.

“Yes, please.” You respond weakly, you body in a state of tired bliss.

“Will you let me eat James cum out of you? Let me devour both of your sweetnesses until you cum?” Loki asks, his dirty words sounding like poetry.

“Yeh. That sounds nice.” You reply in a blissed out voice.

Stroking your hair and smiling down at you, Loki lowers you to lay with your back on Buckys chest.

“Fuck this is so hot.” Bucky marvels at you both as his hands gently cup and play with your breasts.

Loki smirks up at Bucky from his position between your legs.

“Wait, you haven’t cum yet.” You worry to the god between your legs.

“It’s alright, love, that’s what James is for. You want to get on your knees and let me fuck your face James?” Loki asks.

“Only if our sweet girl here can watch.” Bucky replies, leaving open mouth kisses over your neck.

Smirking up once more, Lokis head reaches down until he’s eye level with your dripping pussy.

“Oh James, you sure did give the little whore a lot of your cum.” Loki muses happily, licking a long strip up your pussy.

“Well she is such a good girl, she deserves all of my cum.”

Bucky continues to kiss you sweetly as Loki begins devouring you. Just like with his fingers, Loki is very skilled with his tongue, managing to hit all the right spots in you and devouring every last bit of Buckys cum. As before, it doesn’t take long before Loki has your body hot and tingling, right on the cusp of release.

“I’m gonna cum! Please, Loki!” You call out, Loki looking up at you as he continues feasting on you.

“Go ahead, doll. Be a good girl and cum on Lokis face.” Bucky answers for the god, a sweet kiss landing on your cheek.

With such sweet encouragement, your fingers fly down to Lokis hair as you scream out your release. Your fingers grip tightly into his hair as you hump his face, coming down from your intense high.

Bucky hums and chuckles at you from behind as he gently gets you to release your hands from Lokis hair. Once released, Loki makes his way up your body, leaving sweet kisses all over your thighs and stomach.

“You did so well.” Loki praises, getting cupping your face and rubbing his thumb over your cheek. Both men just hold and stroke you for a moment, while your breathing comes back to normal.

When your breathing finally relaxes, Lokis sweet smile turns devilish as he turns his gaze to Bucky.

“You ready, James?” Loki asks seductively.

Leaning down, Loki shoves Bucky into a bruising kiss once again. Despite how rough they are with each other, they manage to be gentle when moving off the bed and away from your body.

Now standing at the edge of the bed, they break their kiss and Bucky immediately falls to his knees.

“You just lay there and watch, darling. After we’ll get you nice and clean and take care of you.” Loki smiles over at you, earning a content smile from you in return.

Tiredly you grab a pillow and lay your head down, waiting for your own private show to begin. Seeing that you’re comfortable, Loki roughly grabs onto Buckys hair, and as if they’d done this many times before, Buckys mouth falls wipe open for the god above him.

Without waiting or warning, Loki roughly thrusts into Bucky all the way. Wasting no time, Loki begins to roughly thrust into Bucky, fucking his face hard and fast. Despite such a brutal pace, Bucky manages to take it all and let’s Loki use him.

Bucky doesn’t feel used or violated, despite the act being done to him, he feels content and cared for. Loki and Bucky stare into each others eyes as Loki finishes inside his mouth with a deep moan. Holding inside him for a moment longer, Loki gives a few more shallow thrusts before taking his cock out of Buckys mouth, a string of spit following.

“Thank you, darling.” Loki gently says to the man kneeling before him, softly kissing his swollen lips.

Just as Loki kisses Bucky so sweetly, you feel your eyes begin to droop and close.

“I think it’s time we all go to sleep.” You hear Loki chuckle as you feel one of them begin to lift you.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS LOU!! You deserve every like and follow. Congrats on 1,000!! 🥳 expect two requests from :)

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Plus-size read x Loki And Bucky/ Sugar Daddy AU 😉

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Money Can't Buy Everything

Sugar Daddy!Loki x single mom!reader x Sugar Daddy!Bucky

Loki x plus size reader x Bucky

With one missed call, the whole world shifts

Warnings: references to teen pregnancy, age-gap (21 and mid to late 30s), sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied past BDSM, parental abandonment, little bit of angst, idiots in love

A/N: @lokiandbuckysdoll I love you so much!!!!!!!

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6: “I want to have her babies.” 38: “I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” 10: Single parent 6: Sugar daddy!au

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She hadn’t texted today. And considering that in her rules, she was required to contact them at least once a day, it was certainly strange.

Bucky stepped into his partner’s office, still staring down at her contact name on his phone. “Everybody out.” He barked, sending the occupants scrambling to leave, none of them keen on incurring Bucky’s well known wrath. Loki sighed, dropping the butterfly knife he was playing with onto his marble desk.

“Is there a reason you decided to interrupt my meeting, Barnes?” His green eyes narrowed at the bulky man who dropped into the black leather chair in front of him. He thrust his phone at Loki as he huffed and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “Angel hasn’t called today.”

Loki hummed, taking the device and scrolling through their recent texts. “She has been quite busy with work lately.” Bucky’s dark eyebrows shot up. “We pay for literally everything for her. She shouldn’t be working, especially if it interferes with our agreement.” He hummed but didn’t say anything in response, just glancing at the scantily clad photo of her Bucky had been sent last night.

“It could be that you kept her up late.” He insinuated, handing the phone back. A faint pink blush spread across Bucky’s cheeks but he quickly covered it up with a cough. “We’ve both pulled all-nighters with her and she was still contacting us the day after. Besides, it was one little photo, nothing else.”

He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair, looking at the photo of her. She was wearing the red lingerie they had bought for her last week, the lace beautifully criss-crossing her thick curves, leaving her tits exposed, the crotchless panties showing her dripping folds. Bucky licked his lips before locking his phone so he wouldn’t get too distracted from the task at hand.

The agreement had been made a year ago when the two heads of Sword Inc., the most successful stock brokers on the East Coast, quickly becoming the most powerful in the country. The two men bumped into the young art major at a gallery opening and were enamoured by her innocent beauty and intelligence. It just made sense.

They wanted someone to spoil beyond belief and she needed the money, and a little bit of attention from two of the most attractive and incredibly sought after bachelors. They gave her everything she could ever dream of, and all they asked in return was honesty, consistent communication, no catching feelings, and an open mind.

A very open mind at that, considering they were two men approaching their forties with sexual frustration coming out the wazzu. But she always followed their instructions, gave them what they wanted.

But now, she had dropped off the radar, her location turned off, no updates to her instagram story. Nothing. And Bucky was starting to get worried.

“Have you considered it might be her time of the month?” Bucky rolled his blue eyes. “Yeah right, she always texts when she’s riding the red wave. Besides, she’s been busy a lot recently, she could be trying to pull away.” Loki sighed, rubbing his temples, his long black hair falling from the elaborate braids he liked to tie it in. The day was stressful already without his partner disrupting his carefully planned schedule.

Bucky loosened his navy tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. “Well you can do what you want, but I’m going to check on her.” “You just want to get laid, Barnes.” He dismissed, turning back to the mountain of paperwork his secretary had dropped off this morning.

“Well that too but come on, she’s never broken a rule before, she could be seriously hurt.” Loki opened his mouth to respond but Bucky beat him to the punch. “If she isn’t hurt and is just being a brat, you know what we can do.” Images of their angel tied up with a vibrator strapped to her clit as they tortured her with pleasure flashed behind the man’s eyes, his black slacks getting tighter at the thought.

“Fine but I’m holding you responsible if any of these deals I’m missing today fall through.” Bucky smirked victoriously.

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The kettle was screaming but the woman paid it no mind as she rushed through her small apartment, picking up the mess as she went, trying hard to get as much done as possible while she had the chance. Wearing just a hugely oversized shirt which she stole from Bucky and some biker shorts, she was hardly the picture of sensuality. But she didn’t care how she looked right now, there were bigger things at hand.

She pulled the kettle from the stove, wincing as the steam bellowing from the spout burnt her hand. “Fuck.” She was already so close to tears, having stayed up the entire night, not getting a wink of sleep, as well as receiving a failing grade on a project she had spent months on, and the stress of an upcoming gala Loki and Bucky wanted her to go to next weekend had frayed her nerves.

Fat tears dripped down her cheeks as she collapsed on the couch that also doubled as her bed. Maybe she should break it off with them. Admittedly, they were the most fun she had ever had. They were attentive and sweet and could fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But the stress of being in a ‘relationship’ with them was becoming too much, especially when she had so much already on her plate.

Just as her breathing started picking up, panic truly settled over her chest like an elephant slowly putting pressure on her lungs, there was a firm knock at the door. Quickly standing, she straightened out her stained shirt, trying to at least appear somewhat put together. Another knock urged her on quicker.

“Coming!” She called out, stepping over the pile of laundry she had yet to deal with, her bare feet thumping on the hardwood floor. The woman unchained the lock and swiftly swung the door open, only to be greeted by the two men who she really didn’t want to see in this state. They looked down on her, concern immediately colouring their features.

“B-bucky, Loki! What are you two doing here?” She unconsciously stepped between them and the apartment, blocking their view. “You didn’t call today angel.” Loki stepped forward, forcing her to move one step back. “We were worried.” Bucky continued, stepping around her to enter the small space.

He observed the cheap apartment with disdain, obviously disgusted by the state of it considering how much money they gave her every month. Loki, instead, took their angel in his arms, cupping her plump cheek, thumb rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. “Are you alright angel? You don’t look well.” Attempting to look away, she swallowed the lump in her throat, tears threatening to escape once more.

“Y-yeah.” She cleared her thrust. “Sorry I didn’t call, I’ve just been really busy.” Turning out of his grip, she walked towards Bucky trying to prevent him from going further in. He eyed the couch, where a pile of blankets and a pillow lay, as well as an old cup of tea on the floor beside it.

They looked so out of place here. In suits more expensive than the apartment and everything in it, they stood out. They didn’t belong here. Her heart clenched in her chest as Bucky looked at her, clearly not convinced by her words. “Right. So you know that you’ve broken one of our rules. And that means…” He trailed off, letting the young woman fill in the blank.

She lowered her head in submission, avoiding both pairs of blue eyes. “I get punished. But!” Loki tssked, gripped her jaw in his long fingers, shutting her up. “No buts love, you know exactly what you signed up for when we made the rules. And since you are clearly alive and otherwise free, considering your state of dress. You should have called us.” She whimpered and tried to pull away but suddenly, Bucky was at her back, holding her in place.

His nose traced up her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, whatever shall we do with our little rule breaker? Oh I know-“

“Mama!” A little voice called out from the bedroom, a fit of coughs quickly following. She broke out of their embrace and scrambled into the back room, throwing open the door and disappearing behind it. The two powerful men glanced at each other, holding a silent conversation with their eyes before quickly following.

Their angel pulled a little bundle of blankets from the small bed, bringing it to her chest as she gently swayed, shushing as more whimpers rose from it. “You’re ok, bear. It’s alright. Mummy’s here.” She cooed, pulling back the blue blanket from their head. The toddler’s usual babysitter, the old woman across the hall, had gone home to visit her own children so she was on her own.

“You have a kid?” It was Bucky that spoke first, Loki was too entranced by the sight before him. She held the toddler close, eyes sad as they coughed once more, their little lungs straining. She ignored them, instead focusing all her attention on the child who looked so much like her, even down to the smallest of details.

The room was littered with expensive toys and high brand baby items. It was obvious now, where all their money went. Bucky kneeled and picked up a little stuffed rabbit that he had won for her on Coney Island during one of their dates. It was well loved, one of the eyes missing and an ear hanging on by a thread. He smiled fondly at it, standing back up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell either of you.” She muttered quietly, still urging the child back to sleep. “I couldn’t afford for her to get hurt. I wanted to but then I- I started catching feelings and I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” Her voice was shaky and close to breaking. Bucky approached her, gently placing the rabbit in the little girl’s grasp as she reached from the blanket, getting a contented squeak in reply.

Loki’s arm wrapped around her thick waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, staring down at the beautiful child in her arms. “You don’t need to apologise angel. We understand. Your first priority was your baby. I just wish we could have helped you out more.” He planted a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

The baby fussed once more before little snores escaped her lips and her mother moved to tuck her back into the bed, laying a small kiss to her overheated forehead. “Come one, she needs her rest.”

She led them back to the living room. “Would you like a cup of tea?” Bucky cupped her wide hip. “Go sit down, doll, I can take care of that.” Loki took her arm, bringing her onto his lap as he sat on the couch. He hugged her close with a firm grip so she couldn’t escape. “Now, why don’t we start with her name, that seems a good place to begin.”

His angel wiggled in his lap, trying to get comfy as Bucky poured three cups of tea. “Orsa.” A beautiful smile overcame Loki’s features. “A wonderful name. And how old is she?” The girl relaxed, happy to finally talk about her daughter to the men she loved. “She’s turning three in a month.”

Bucky sat on the small coffee table, the wood creaking under his weight, and handing over two of the mugs, taking a sip from his own. “And the father?” She waved him off. “You don’t need to worry about him. High school boyfriend that split as soon as he found out.” He nodded.

“And what’s this nonsense about what we deserve?” He growled, making her shrink in on herself and bashfully hide behind her cup. “I don’t think you’d want to deal with a single mom who lied about practically everything in order to become a sugar baby to get money to feed her kid and pay for college.”

Loki sighed, letting his head fall onto her back, trying and failing to disguise his laughs. “And what did you lie about my sweet?” Bucky placed his metal hand on her knee, encouraging her. “I have a kid?” “And…” He prompted.

“And…” She echoed, pausing, thinking. “So you aren’t a 21 year old art student from a small town in the Midwest who wants to be a teacher?” Loki teased, voice light and full of humour. “I-“ “We don’t care that you’re a mom, we love you all the same. Maybe a bit more now cause that kid is so darn cute.”

She beamed. “You love me?” Leaning forward, the blue eyed man cupped her cheek gently, pecking her slightly chapped lips. “More than anything.” He whispered against them, pulling away so Loki could do the same. The woman settled against her beau once more sipping from her cup. Bucky made a surprisingly good cup of tea.

“So, I’m guessing that’s why you have been busy.” She nodded. “Orsa’s been sick the past couple days and I’ve been struggling with her and college.” “Ok, so let us help you, I’m sure we are capable enough to take care of both of you. And then, once Orsa is better, you’re moving in with us so we can keep a better eye on you.” Bucky winked.

She tried to object but Loki cut her off. “No arguing angel. Now, how about you sleep for a while and when you wake up, everything will be taken care of.” Slumping against the lean man, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, not having the energy to tell these men no. She’ll put up more of a fight later.

Once she was fully asleep, Loki lounged on the couch, stretching his long legs so that the young woman could rest on his chest, soothed by the sound of his heart. He gazed lovingly down at her, giving a kiss to the crown of her head, laying a hand on her back to keep her in place.

“So, I guess the no catching feelings rule is done for.” Bucky chuckled, picking up her discarded cup to put it down beside him. “I don’t think that rule would’ve ever stayed.” “You’re not wrong there.” He glanced at her once more. “I want to have her babies.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. One step at a time.” “Yeah, you’re right, we have to get married first.” Loki sighed. “I should’ve stayed at work.”

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2 and 32 and you know I’m kinky so give me both 😘

Ooooo absolutely 😊😊😊

#2: "I'm bored and horny. Let's do something about it."

#32: "You want to cum? Have you earned it?"

“I’m bored and horny.” You sighed, falling backwards against the couch next to Loki who was already sitting down and scrolling through Netflix.

“Let’s do something about it then.” He answered lowly, turning to face you before he began kissing your neck.

“I’m game.” Bucky added, sitting on the other side of you with a bowl of popcorn causing Loki to scoff as he broke the kiss. Bucky, of course, the freeloader who was still practically living in the spare bedroom, how could he forget.

“That won’t be necessary.” Loki answered, glancing at Bucky who had now put the popcorn down.

“I think he should join, you loved it last time Loki.” You countered, giving Loki puppy dog eyes as you telepathically pleaded. This wasn’t new to the two of you, introducing someone else into your sex life especially when that other person was Bucky. Last time, you lost count of how many times you came, Loki and Bucky both simultaneously pleasuring you.

“I can do that thing again.” Bucky winked, looking at Loki. Loki turned his gaze to Bucky, remembering the last encounter. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy you both being intimate with Bucky, it was quite the opposite in fact and that’s what he didn’t like. He didn’t like how Bucky made him feel, how he made you feel. He didn’t like sharing you with another man competent enough to make you cum. Bucky was a skilled lover, almost as skilled as he and this, he didn’t like at all.

“Come on Loki, it’ll be soo much fun.” You convinced him, running your hand up his thigh. Loki internally scolded himself knowing he could never say no to you, especially when you were undoing the button on his jeans and moving your hand up and down his now stiffening cock. You leaned closer to him, kissing the side of his neck before nibbling on his earlobe as Bucky moved your hair out of your face. “Ooo, is that a yes?” You grinned, feeling Loki beginning to harden as you increased your pressure.

“Yess.” Loki choked out as your hand moved underneath his boxers, wrapping around his hard length.

“Better get this off.” Bucky began, tugging at the hem of your jumper, you paused your movements, lifting your arms as Bucky took it off of you before discarding it on the floor leaving you in a bra and shorts. You continued palming Loki as Bucky lifted his own shirt, tossing it somewhere else. You turned your attention to Bucky whilst still stroking Loki. Your lips moved against his, Buckys hand finding the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His hands moved over your body causing you to moan into the kiss when he gently squeezed your breasts. Your back felt ticklish as his fingers worked their way around you, unhooking your bra leaving your breasts bare. You felt Lokis hand moving up your leg, pushing your thighs apart as it ventured up your shorts and underneath your panties. You bit Buckys lip slightly as Lokis fingers circled your clit.

“Fuckk.” You moaned, Bucky taking one of your breasts into his mouth as Loki rubbed your clit. You were already stretched between them you and neither had even entered you yet. With your free hand, you began undoing Buckys belt, him helping you as he stood up, taking his jeans off before sitting back down. Your hand slipped underneath the waistband of his briefs, wrapping around his hard length. You massaged both of them, Loki still rubbing fast circles on your clit as you widened your legs, one of them sprawled over his lap whilst Bucky kissed your breasts.

“You’re way too overdressed.” You spoke, turning towards Loki who was yet to shed any of his clothing.

“So are you, take these off.” He answered, pulling the waist band of your shorts as well as your panties. You let go of both Loki and Bucky, standing up and turning to face them as you pulled your shorts and panties down. They both licked their lips, eyeing you hungrily as you ran your hands over your body seductively.

“Your turn.” You prompted Loki. He followed suit, removing his clothing before the three of you were naked. You thanked the fact that the seats were leather meaning they were easy to clean because neither of you could make it to the bedroom. Loki stood up, standing behind the sofa as you knelt on it, facing him. You stroked his cock again before kissing the tip of it. Meanwhile, Bucky fell to his knees behind you, licking a firm stripe from your clit to your entrance. “Fuck, feels so good.” You moaned as Buckys lips closed around your clit. Before you had time to truly revel in the pleasure, Loki was guiding your attention back to him, wriggling his hips as his cock bounced in your face. Smiling, your eyes met his as you guided him into your mouth, deep throating him. Loki had to bite down his pleasured sounds as you sucked his cock, tongue licking over the veins.

“This pretty pussy tastes so fuckin’ good.” Bucky praised, licking his chin before continuing to suck your pussy.

You moaned against Loki sending vibrations down his shaft as his hand rested against the back of your head helping guide your movements. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding down against Buckys face. Loki turned his gaze to Bucky who was eating you like a man starved; the sight left him unimaginably harder as you writhed against the couch.

“You gotta taste her, she’s so sweet.” Bucky paused, glancing up at Loki, a smirk spreading across his wet lips when he realised Loki was already looking at him. Loki pulled out of your mouth, wordlessly switching positions with Bucky. He licked lazy circles over your clit, revelling in the way you moaned his name before you were silent, gagging on Buckys cock no doubt. He tried to resist the urge to look but he couldn’t help himself, allowing himself a glance before he was transfixed. Buckys head was thrown back as he fucked your mouth with his thick length. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He looked sexy, the whole scene was erotic. Before he could turn away, Buckys eyes fell to Lokis before he winked, holding your head down on his cock. “You gonna swallow it like a good girl? Hmm?” Bucky questioned. You nodded eagerly in reply before Bucky came, exploding in your mouth as you swallowed his cum. Loki was transfixed, loving the way Buckys hips stuttered as he used you, as he dominated you. The feeling was unusual, sensual.

“I’m sooo closee.” You chocked on Buckys length as Loki entered you with two fingers, curling them inside you as he teased your clit with his tongue.

“Aw, you want to cum? Have you earned it?” Bucky questioned, shooting the last of his load onto your face.

“Yess, please yess” you begged, using your fingers to gather his cum before licking them clean “please can I cum?”

“What do you think Loki? Should we let her cum?” Bucky asked Loki who removed his mouth from your centre.

“I want to be inside her when she cums.” Loki answered, standing up and angling his hips upwards to enter you in one fell swoop. He pushed inside of you, filling you completely before pulling out and doing it again, and again before you came around him spurring on his own climax.

“That was fun.” Bucky eventually spoke, carefree again whilst you and Loki recovered from your orgasms. “Ahh man, we didn’t get to do the thing.”

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 1 year

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Hey!! 💚

Ok... so...

I'm thinking you've been with Loki and Bucky for a little while but Loki is starting to get a bit worried cause he sees you wearing Bucky's hoodies a lot lately. You tell him he's being silly and he just doesn't have any comfy clothes for you to borrow but he isn't sure. Maybe Bucky notices Loki is still upset and he helps him find some Midgardian clothes. Then you start borrowing Loki's shirts to sleep in and wear around the Tower with Bucky's hoodies or something like that (ending however you think it works best, I trust you 😁)

@vbecker10! I love it!, you always have amazing request💚 The original ending i had didn’t get saved, so i had to rewrite a whole new one 😣 I hope you enjoy the fic though!

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Midgardian Clothing

Summary: Bucky had taken notice of Loki's gloomy mood when you wore his clothes so he came up with a plan to fix it.

Paring: Winterfrost x Reader

Divider: @silkholland

Word count: 1,192

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff, implied smut.

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Bucky was the first one to notice that something was off with Loki. It could’ve been due to his enhanced senses or simply due to the fact that Loki seemed to have a very gloomy expression anytime he saw you wearing one of Bucky's hoodies or Henley’s.

You didn’t seem to notice the effect you were having on him by wearing Bucky's clothing. In all honesty it was something you did naturally, before you had started your relationship with Loki and Bucky. You'd wear or borrow Bucky's hoodies from time to time, but since starting a relationship you practically lived in them.

Loki himself didn’t really possess or own any midgardian clothing, that was mostly due to the fact since he's been on midgard all he's only ever worn were suits along Asgardian clothing. You had simply just thought that he didn't like midgard clothing, you couldn't really blame him though because clothes here sucked with sizes and prices. So you did not think anything of it.

To Loki however, he was genuinely hurt and worried. You see, within the start of your relationship Loki had always been secretly insecure and scared. He knew he didn't deserve your love nor did he deserve Bucky’s love. Seeing you now suddenly starting to wear more of Bucky’s clothing and hardly any of his own made him sadded. He let his thoughts take over and made a conclusion that maybe you loved Bucky more than you loved him. He tried to voice his corner one night but Loki was never one to voice his words correctly when it came to his feelings.

Your response was “your silly love, That doesn't mean i love bucky more. It’s just he has more comfortable clothing, besides I know you don't’ really like midgardian clothes and that is completely okay' ' you had given him a sweet kiss and he returned it trying to take your words in. Yet when he saw you a couple days later in bucky’s henley as the two of you napped. It saddened him even more.

That’s when Bucky finally had to say something, so the night that you had a mission he took the opportunity to make Loki feel more loved than he already had. So after what felt like hours of sex ( which probaly was considering there stamina) they both layed there breathless trying to recover from there bliss.

Loki looked up and could see soothing was lingering on his lover's mind. He shifted to sit up before he asked what was wrong. Bucky looked into his eyes and he could see that fear setting in. He didn’t know how to voice his concern properly either. He thought he’d just cut straight to the point.

“ Are you jealous when Y/n wears my clothes?” This confession completely caught Loki off guard because he thought he was hiding his feelings and concerns well. Apparently he wasn’t since Bucky caught on to him. He wanted to deny his accusation and not say anything . It was only a matter of time before you caught on to his lie as well.

Loki Inhaled a deep breath before he had to face the truth. He looked back at Bucky and his expression only held a loving one, the one that made him fall in love with man.

“ I’m going to be honest with you. '' Loki moved to grab Bucky's hand into his own. “ I don’t feel jealous, I feel rather saddened whenever I see her wearing your clothing. It makes me feel as though she loves you more and I'm simply nothing in this relationship” he looked into Bucky's eyes waiting for him to be mad or to say that he was being ridiculous and that all this was nonsense.

Instead Bucky gave his hand a soft sneeze. “ If I would've known you felt like this sooner, I would've done something. Please know that she doesn’t love me more than she loves you. We both love you Loki, we love you so much.” He reached his free hand to cup Loki's face.

“ We both know that our earth clothing isn't exactly to your liking,'' Loki laughed at his words.

“ Midgard my love, not earth midgard” he corrects him. Bucky just shook his head at his grammar error.

“ Well midgard” he teased “ how about i help you? I could show you a few clothing stores if you'd like?” Loki smiled at his suggestion. SInce he had arrived he hadn’t given the clothing here a chance so he agreed to Bucky's offer. “ I’d liked that very much” he smiled before pulling Bucky down on top of him to kiss him.

The next couple days while you were away bucky took Loki to some clothing stores he had shopped at. Needless to say, although they didn’t buy too much, Loki was satisfied with his purchase. He bought a couple of hoodies along with some shirts and other clothing items.

His favorite purchase was the sweatpants, he didn’t know midgard could have comfortable clothing and bucky made a comment in the store about his ass looking heavenly in them which made him want to buy them even more.

When the time came and Loki had surprised you, you were beyond thrilled. Yes they were just clothes but they were HIS clothes, now you could wear them whenever you missed him. The night you first wore his clothes to sleep in, Loki felt this happiness in his chest. It was one thing to see you in bucky’s clothing but to see you wearing his clothes made him beyond happy.

It was a new rotation, you'd wear both of their clothing and they love it but you wanted to do something special for Loki because you still felt somewhat guilty for making him sad. You had chatted with Bucky and he helped you set up a plan. Although you loved having his new clothing you wanted to wear his Asgardian clothing as a surprise.

So tonight that’s what you did, you had simply worn a new green lingerie set you bought topped with just loki's green cape for his armor. You waited in the bed for Loki’s arrival and soon enough he came.

“ My Love, where are you? It’s too dark in here” he moved to turn the light’s on and once he did his breath hitched in his chest at the sight of you. You laid there looking beautiful as ever. What made him love the sight even more was you were wearing his cape which he found string until you started to talk.

“ My God, My Love, My Mischief, '' you said seductively as you crawled to the end of the bed. “ I thought since you went out of your way to have me in your clothing i’d give you a surprise” you slowly started to undo the cape.

“ I see you too are getting started without me” he jumped at the voice of bucky but he felt his pants get tight as you began to strip, while bucky was dressed in nothing but Loki’s Helmet and a pair of green boxers. Between you and Bucky you’d both be the death of him.

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summary - To some, The Spectre is a serial killer. To some, a hero. But to everyone, you were entirely a mystery. You had no history, just a list of victims a mile long. No matter how many people searched your name, they couldn't find anything. If only they had the spelling right. Now, you’ve come across some unfortunate information that drives you out of your usual shadows and into the path of the Avengers. Including two of the more reclusive members of the team. And it’s hard to pick only one of them.

(t/w): this series contains violence and alcohol abuse

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Drink Number 12

Finally, you arrived on the doorstep of a target you’d been tracking for months. You’d gotten the tip from a morally questionable FBI agent who really needed a break. Apparently, this target had been leading quite the operation.

Managing drug rings, human trafficking, and murder. Not to mention the number of people she had killed on her own. Even that sounded like your usual case. A major criminal who you got to take out. Just your average job. Until you looked into her a bit more.

She didn’t just murder. She tortured. All of her victims had gone through days of torture, maybe even weeks. Apparently, even forensics investigators weren’t sure exactly how long these people had to suffer. It made you sick.

“Violet.” You said, rounding the corner. Unlike most of your targets, she had an office of her own. It was almost ironic, a monster hiding in plain sight as some corporate CEO.

She was an older woman, though still fit and physically strong. Her tan was obviously fake, as was her dyed black hair. You weren’t sure it was a fashion choice or an attempt to keep the authorities from finding her.

She was one of the last people in the building, meaning fewer people to hear the gunshots. Or the screams. You hadn’t decided yet.

“Yes? Can I help you? I didn’t see any appointments marked this late, I hope you have a good reason for coming in,” She said half-heartedly, not looking up from her work. She had a heavy accent, certainly European, though you couldn’t tell what country.

There was a moment of silence before she let out an annoyed sigh. “I have things to do, if you don’t mind hurrying this up.”

She flipped a page of her documents, still not looking up at her.

You stepped into the room, making your way to her desk. She looked visibly annoyed. Not that you cared.

The whole room smelled of lavender, likely due to the small candle she had burning on her desk. It provided little light in the room, especially because of the dark aesthetic of the office. The smell was heavy in the air, nearly choking you as you got closer.

Finally, she looked up from her work, immediately staring at you in confusion.

“What sort of getup is that supposed to be? Last I checked it wasn’t Halloween,” She laughed slightly at her own joke, looking more confused when you didn’t respond.

“I don’t think that’s important, Ms. Wagner,” You began. She didn’t seem surprised that you knew her name, but her eyes narrowed, scanning over your form.

“Do I know you?”

Your face was obscured by your hood, making it hard for her to get a good look.

“That’s not important. What’s important is you,” You said simply, eyes trained on her. The confusion didn’t leave her face. She looked you up and down, as if trying to remember who you were.

“What the hell do you want? Say it quick then get out.” She was short-tempered, brows furrowing as she huffed at you.

“Fine then,” You started. “You’re an ex-Hydra agent. After about ten years, you got too much for even them to handle. Your torturing was gruesome, even for Hydra. Imagine that. Being called a monster by the worst of the worst.”

Violet was starting to look offended, but you only spoke louder, cutting off whatever she was going to say.

“Now you’re in the US. You moved countries just to start your cycle of death all over again, not to mention the drug rings you’re running.” Your voice was calm and unwavering as Violet searched your face, trying to figure out who you were. “Tell me, how many children have you killed? Surely the number of adults is in the hundreds… but I wonder how many of them were kids.”

You knew the answer, of course (47), but she didn’t need to know that.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?! Accusing me of things like that?!” She yelled, standing from her desk. She looked outraged, though you were accusing her of murder.

“Get the hell out! NOW! She yelled, pointing toward the door behind you. You didn’t move.

“I said now!! Can you hear, bitch?!” She crossed her arms (as if that would intimidate you). “I’ll call security.” You could tell it wasn’t an empty threat, but you weren’t worried.

They wouldn’t get here in time anyway.

You focused on her. Her mind. What she was thinking, what she felt, anything about her. Then you heard it.

“Who does she think she is? March in here like she owns the place. Pathetic.”

Her thoughts.

You focused harder, this time on her fears. Everything she regretted, everything she hated, things she was scared of. You found every last one of the monsters in her closet. And then you made them real.

She looked left and right, probably hallucinating something awful. You could never completely see what you created unless it was an illusion, but you could usually guess what was happening based on what they said.

“Mother?” She asked. She was only staring at a wall, a painting of flowers hung on it along with other paintings she had collected. The look on her face was horrified. You wondered what the story was there.

It was an ability you’d had since you were young, though it was much weaker before you ‘died’. Now, it was one of your most useful skills.

“Stop! Dear god, stop, please. Fuck. Please!” She said. There were tears forming in her eyes already and her voice was cracking. She looked up at you. “You! What did you do to me? What the hell did you do?!” She continued yelling at you but eventually, her words became jumbled, the occasional scream cutting in. She’d glance from side to side before squeezing her eyes shut and looking down. They always acted like that. Strong, determined to stop you, then reduced to nothing but mumbling husks.

You focused on yourself now, this time disguising yourself with an illusion. Another woman walked into the office. Her skirt was short, though professional and you could see a red collared sweater tied around her hips. You’d left the door half open, her screams could be heard down the hallway, so it wasn’t a huge surprise to see someone else come in.

“Miss Wagner?” The woman said. She looked like a college intern, twenty years old at maximum. “Oh my god.” She walked toward the desk until she spotted the broken woman. Violet’s artificial tan didn’t help how pale her face had become. Her legs had given out and now her arms were struggling to support her as she sat on the ground, tears running down her face. She was mumbling things about her mother, father, and ‘the children’, which you suspected were the ones she tortured. Hm. Maybe she did feel some guilt about that. She’d glance back to where you stood. You made sure she could see you, though the intern was oblivious to your presence.

“Miss Wagner? Miss Wagner?! Are you alright?!” The girl asked with urgency, clearly unsure what to do. Violet didn’t respond. She continued staring down at the floor, mumbling, and sweating. “Violet?” The girl tried using the woman’s first name instead. She flinched back like she was expecting some huge outburst. Her employees must be treated poorly as well.

“I-I…” the girl paused. It seemed like she didn’t want to help the crying woman on the floor. You figured Violet wasn’t a very nice boss. The girl shook her head a bit, standing up. She took a deep breath before speaking with confidence, “I’m going to call an ambulance. I’ll be back, I promise.” She ran off, back to her desk presumably to make the call. You nodded, appreciating her morals to do the right thing for an awful person. Sadly, you didn’t live by the same rules. You could hear her talking to someone as you made your way over to Violet.

“Awe, darling.” You lifted up her chin with your fingers. You met her eyes. They were filled with pure terror and they kept glancing over your shoulder. You laughed at her. The way she seemed unable to focus and how clammy her face felt. You wondered if her victims looked the same.

“Please…” She started. “I can’t live like this, at least kill me. I understand. I’ve learned. Is that what you want? Learning?” You shook your head. Of course, she tries now. You’re torturing her like she once did to others and now she wants to ‘learn her lesson’?

“No. That’s not what I want. I want you to rot somewhere. And maybe someone out there, someone much nicer than me, will take pity. And kill you.” Your hand left her chin and she was left, crying out for as long as the strain in her voice would let her.

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The next several days consisted mostly of theorizing. You knew what the mystery terrorist would need to construct SPCTR, but not where they’d go first. Sadly, it was better to wait for an update.

Meanwhile, you’ve had to adjust to living with the Avengers. Most of them were constantly on guard. The Falcon and Stark hadn’t calmed down since the moment you walked into their base. At this point, it was kind of funny.

You and Loki had started your own two-person ‘book club’, if it could be called that. It mostly consisted of you recommending your favorite books and discussing them with Loki a bit later.

Bucky and Natasha had shown you some of their fighting techniques, though you never stuck around long with Natasha. It wasn’t out of disrespect to her, you respected her a lot actually. It was because she was trying to find an ally in you. You weren’t the same as her. She was a good woman trying to make up for her mistakes. You, on the other hand, were too busy making them.

The rest of the team was anxious to find any new information about SPCTR. You didn’t blame them, but you had to explain plenty of times that waiting for some sort of attack was your best shot. Needless to say, the world’s mightiest heroes didn’t feel like waiting around.

A very, very small part of you didn’t want it to end quickly though.

Did you want to save the world from mass murder? Yes, of course you did. But you hadn’t lived in a real home since the 40’s. Even then, you’d spent the last years of your life living in a crowded military base, holed up in a lab.

Whether you liked it or not, Loki and Bucky were the closest things you’d had to friends in a very long time.

Most of the team still wasn’t happy to have you with them. Though it felt bad to be on the outside, you were used to it. If you had it your way, you never would’ve come there at all, but there were lives on the line and you really needed immunity.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asked as he adjusted the tape over his hands. The two of you had tried out sparing since you could take one hell of a hit so he was free to use his metal arm on you. He had even consented to letting you study it for an hour or two. The two of you got along well and both he and Loki had moved up from the position of ‘not-enemy’ to ‘associate’, though it wasn’t much of a leap. You were hardly ready to trust them, it had only been a few days.

“Just fine. Whenever you’re ready, Barnes.” You said, tossing aside your sweatshirt as you stood across from Bucky. You readied your stance and waited for him to say the word.

“Go.” You took a step forward but Bucky rushed toward you, taking a swing with his metal arm. You knew he appreciated an opponent who could take a hit from a weapon like that, though it took some convincing for him to go all out. You were certain he still wasn’t using 100% of his strength, but it was a start. You ducked, sliding next to him before getting up on one knee and taking a jab at his leg. He stumbled a bit but stayed standing. Although it wasn’t as effective as you hoped, it gave you time to stand without interruption.

The second he turned to face you, you punched him in the chest, sending him back a bit. He stepped forward and swung his leg into your side, making you stumble too. You kept your hand out to help you balance. You lowered yourself and swiped under his legs. He tripped, but caught himself with his arm. You stood up, jumping back.

He stood again, rushing toward you, metal fist raised. You caught his punch and you could feel the sting against your hand. You were definitely going to have a bruise or two after this. You threw his hand aside, setting him off balance, and kicked into his side. He landed on his stomach with a small thud and you kept your foot against his back and kneeled down, arm held against the back of his neck.

“Not bad.” He said, you stood and helped him up.

“Same to you.” You nodded as a small sign of respect. “I’m going to take a shower, I’ll need it before the rest of your group calls some sort of meeting.” You rolled your eyes and Bucky nodded. You could tell he didn’t really like you making fun of his ‘team’, but he never said much. It made you feel a bit bad, but on the other hand, the do-gooders were about as annoying as it gets.

The elevator felt slower than normal, though it was probably just the uncomfortable feeling of sweat on your skin. You stepped out onto your floor. You shared it with Clint and Natasha, probably so they could keep an eye on you. You didn’t mind too much, Clint wasn’t too bad and you had a certain amount of respect for Natasha. She used to have a similar career to you after all. She’d made her way onto your radar for a while, though there were bigger fish to fry and SHIELD was already on her tail. Still, you’d much rather be alone.

You were about to open the door leading to your room when you sensed something was off. Your abilities were helpful in your line of work. Sensing other people had become a skill of yours and right now, something was wrong.

You were on high alert, though you knew it was probably just a team member. You opened the door slowly, prepared to fight if need be. Instead, Natasha sat on your couch, cleaning some of her guns.

The weapons didn’t bother you too much. They were all disassembled for cleaning, the magazines sitting on the table, completely empty. You were sure she’d done that part on purpose, just so you’d know she wasn’t here for a fight, but she’d fight back if need be.

You walked over to your makeshift kitchen and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Whiskey was more your thing, but you’d make do with what you had. You poured a full glass, not caring much about how you were ‘supposed’ to pour it, Natasha was silent the whole time, waiting for you to come over to her.

You moved toward the couch and sat next to her, waiting for her to talk.

“Good to see you again.” She said, not looking away from her weapons. You smiled, taking a large sip of your drink. It burned a bit in your throat, though it wasn’t anything new.

“I’m glad you cleaned up your act.” You said, not offering her any greeting. You could see her smile.

“Why did you let me go that day?” She asked, this time looking up at you. She looked genuinely curious. She didn’t waste any time getting to the point, huh?

“You were finally on the right path. After spending so long killing who you were told to, Hawkeye got you where you were supposed to be.”

She shook her head, not quite understanding. “I was about to kill him. That target, I was going to kill him. I did kill him, and you walked away and left him with me. Why.”

You relaxed against the couch, realizing your shower would have to wait a little longer. “He deserved it. SHIELD was right to send you after him, his death saved lives. I was just making sure you were staying on task. And staying on the right side of the tracks, so to speak.” You took another long sip, hoping you’d feel the effects sooner rather than later.

“You were watching me?” She asked. You were a bit surprised. Natasha was a talented assassin, someone capable and good at protecting herself. Though you doubted that she would know it was you, you did think she’d figure out that someone was watching her. It gave you a small confidence boost.

“I watch a lot of people, Natasha. I like making sure that people in powerful positions really want what’s best for society. Sometimes, they become a target.” You took another gulp of your drink, slightly anxious to finish it as quickly as possible. “Like that Stark.” Natasha began putting a few of her guns back together and into a small black bag next to her.

“Stark was a target?”

You shook your head. “No, but he was on my watch list. His dad wasn’t my favorite guy and for a while, he made some rather destructive weapons. I had to make sure he wouldn’t turn into some power-crazed nut job.”

Natasha laughed a bit, “Yeah, pretty sure he did that anyway.” You laughed. Making fun of a Stark was something you did with Peggy. It felt familiar. Sitting down with ‘the other woman on the team’ and having a chat about your friends. Familiar, but not the same.

“Tell me, if I hadn’t been doing the right thing, if I had let him go or left him alive, would you have killed me?” You didn’t pause, you knew your answer.

“Without a second thought.” You took another sip, this one longer than your previous ones. Natasha nodded, understanding. Of all the people in the tower, she was probably the one who would understand most.

She finished cleaning another gun before Friday’s voice was heard in your room. Great.

“Spectre, Miss Romanoff, you’re wanted in the meeting room. There’s been a robbery.”

You downed the rest of your drink, ignoring the burn in your throat. Natasha gave you a slight side glance, probably worried for your health. Not that it was a real concern for you anymore.

“Uh… do you guys usually answer robberies?” You asked, setting down the glass. Natasha grabbed her bag, bringing it with her out of the room.

“No, there’s something else to this.” You nodded, accepting her answer. You internally groaned at the feeling of sweat still on you. At this point, you’d even settle for a five-minute shower. You ran to your room quickly, pulling off the tank top you were wearing and grabbing a t-shirt. At least you wouldn’t have to wear a soaked shirt. It was just you and Natasha in the elevator in silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t a situation you wanted to be in.

The room was almost completely full, though Wanda and Vision were right behind you. You took a seat toward the end of the table next to Steve. You were sure they put you there just in case someone needed to knock you out in a worst-case scenario, but you didn’t care.

Steve set down a few papers just as Wanda sat down.

“Alright, everyone’s here.” He pulled his seat closer to the table. “There was a robbery earlier today.”

“What, did some kid swipe a candy bar? How is this our problem.” Tony asked. He was wearing sunglasses despite being indoors. Though the normal assumption would be that he just came inside, you somehow doubted that.

“Not exactly. The focus is on what was stolen. It was at a nearby museum, the owners themselves weren’t sure what it was since it didn’t have any sort of identification. Just that it was World War II memorabilia.”

“Oh I see, someone took your old helmet?” Tony said, interrupting again. Your eyes narrowed. You were getting annoyed with his constant comments, though the rest of the group seemed unbothered. That, or they had grown used to his obnoxious personality. You saw Loki’s face shift though, so he was probably feeling similar emotions to yours.

“The owners said it was part of an unfinished project, we think it might be a piece of Project SPCTR.” A few eyes turned toward you, including Steve’s. “Do you recognize this?” He asked, setting a photo down in front of you. It was most certainly a piece of your machinery.

“It’s what we used to stabilize our core. I built it forever ago just tinkering with supplies, no blueprints. It’s one of a kind. I doubt I could remake it myself.”

“Well, that explains why it was stolen,” Natasha said, just loud enough for the few people around her to hear.

“So, what now?” A man asked. You now knew him as Sam, or ‘The Falcon’, the other bird-themed hero.

“We find anything else we can.” You said, choosing to look at Steve. It felt odd talking to a room, so you tried to focus on one person instead. You were used to creating plans by yourself, not brainstorming with a group. “I left plenty of materials and blueprints behind. I never got a chance to examine why it malfunctioned, but I’m sure a good percentage of the original machine is usable. Assuming it hasn’t been used since, of course.

“So, where is it?” Clint asked, contributing to the discussion.

“Well, it’s been almost 70 years so I have no idea. Didn’t have a reason to keep track of all that junk.” Steve nodded, though some of the group sighed out loud.

“Let’s check the site and see what else turns up.”

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

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welovelouisandbucky · 4 months

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Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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catastrxblues · 1 year

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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deantavias · 1 year

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"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #din dijarin x reader #bellamy blake x reader #peeta mellark x reader #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #jay halstead x reader #spencer reid x reader #tony stark x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #sam winchester smut #rafe cameron smut #spencer reid smut #bellamy blake smut

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taissabelle · 5 months

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Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Loki x plus size reader x Bucky

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How Bucky and Loki got a song out of her head.

Warnings: smut, rimming (f receiving), fingering, sub!reader, switch!Loki, switch!Bucky, Winterfrost, Loki and Bucky like to compete, threesome, bisexual loki and bucky, oral (m receiving), anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control, after care, standing sex

WC: 2.4k

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Y/N couldn’t remember how she got to the room, she didn’t even know who’s room it was, a thick veil of fog settling over her mind already from Loki’s grinding and Bucky’s kisses. She desperately grabbed at them, the two men towering over her, controlling her every movement.

Bucky’s warm hand slipped up her shirt, cupping the underside of her boob, his calloused thumb flicking her hard nipple. She thanked whatever god was out there (maybe she should thank Loki 😏) that she forewent a bra that day. Loki’s own chilly palms skirting underneath her black leggings, fingers spreading out over her wide hips, squeezing her love handles tightly.

“So beautiful. Isn’t that right James.” Loki looked over her shoulder at the soldier before he shifted the collar of her shirt over so his thin lips could brush over her hot skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” Her head lolled back, lips parting, a small whimper escaping her throat.

She didn’t even notice the stretchy material of her pants being rolled down her chubby legs, too caught up in the feel of both men’s lips lathering her with progressively hotter kisses. She gasped as freezing cold fingers grazed her clit. Bucky took advantage of her open mouth to slip her his tongue, their lips locking in a hungry kiss.

The god interrupted them only briefly to pull the shirt over her head, and as soon as the fabric was thrown on the floor, Loki licked and nipped down her back, kissing every scar, every blemish, every stretch mark. Y/N felt weak in Bucky’s hands, desperately clinging to his shirt as some kind of life-line.

She trembled in his grasp, already tensing for the insane amount of pleasure they would give her. “Relax for us doll. We’ll give you what you need.” He nibbled her earlobe as Loki finally collapsed to his knees behind her, huge hands spreading her open. “Trust us pet. Let us give you everything.” “Yes please.” She moaned, arm moving back so she could bury her fingers in his silky raven hair, pulling his face to her rump.

A metal hand gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her to make eye contact with the former assassin. “We’re in charge here. You do what we say brat. You take what we give you.” She nodded frantically, eyes wide, pupils blown. “Good girl.” With one smooth movement, almost like they had coordinated it beforehand, Bucky hoisted a thick thigh onto his waist, his flesh fingers sliding into her dripping cunt as Loki’s tongue pushed into her asshole.

“Fuck!” Her head fell forward, teeth clamping Bucky’s shoulder almost painfully, needed to ground herself. “How’s she taste Loki?” He crooked his fingers, directly targeting the spongy spot inside her that made her see stars. The prince reluctantly pulled away (giving her ass a little nip for good measure). “Better than you, love.”

Bucky growled and sped up, eager to have you fall off the edge by his own hands instead of the god’s. “I bet she’ll make prettier moans than you.” He snapped. Y/N rolled her hips down into his fingers, desperate for her release. Loki’s tongue pushed back into her, his own long fingers shoving into her quivering cunt alongside his partner’s.

Y/N’s mind was going blank with pleasure, this was better than she had ever felt before. Her breath came out in shallow pants as her stomach tightened. “P-please, gotta-“ “So pathetic, already cock drunk and we haven’t even fucked her yet. Maybe we should rectify that.” Y/N downright whined as they both pulled away. A sharp slap to her rear shut her up, the many rings on Loki’s fingers leaving a throbbing mark. “Quiet, stupid girl. Bring her to the bed James.”

She was easily thrown onto the huge bed, the dark maroon sheets swallowing up her trembling body. She couldn’t even think to cover herself up as the men stared down on her with wicked grins. They looked huge standing above her, their dark hair and bright eyes which had darkened considerably with lust, made a shiver run up her spine and arousal curl between her thick thighs.

A silver hand wrapped around the back of the slightly taller man’s neck, pulling him closer, their lips crashing together in a truly violent kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as Bucky’s teeth sank into his lover’s lower lip, drawing blood. Loki pulled away, using his index finger to collect the little droplets of red, his tongue darting out to lick them up.

“Naughty.” His voice was downright dangerous. With a snap of his fingers, their clothes disappeared in a green shimmer and he shoved the other man to the floor, his knees colliding almost painfully with the carpet. James mouthed down the sharp v of Loki’s stomach to his incredibly large uncut cock. He licked up his length, teasing the dark head with small licks before the god growled and thrust his entire cock down his throat.

Y/N shakily crawled up the bed, mesmerised by the sight before her. Her eyes were wide as she settled on her haunches, thighs clamped together for some kind of relief. Her blood was on fire, her ears filled with the sound of her rapidly beating heart and Bucky’s gags as he struggled to swallow Loki’s cock.

“Oh pet, are you feeling neglected.” He mocked her, turning her head so she could only see him. She mumbled a reply. “Speak up pet, I don’t like when people mumble.” She looked away shyly. “Can I suck your cock too?” He smiled widely, his white teeth glimmering in the dull light of what she now realised was Bucky’s room. “Such a good girl for asking for permission. Go ahead, help him out.” The girl slipped down beside the other man.

Loki had one hand on each of their heads, getting even harder as his two lovers kissed over his cock, their tongues messily tangling together, lips suctioned around his tip. “My beautiful darlings.” His chest heaved as two pairs of glazed over eyes stared up at him, almost gazing into his soul.

They worked in tandem, Bucky would suckle on his head while Y/N kissed and licked his shaft, their hands joined together, gently rolling his heavy balls between their fingers. “My perfect sluts.” They switched, Loki’s abs tensing as his end drew closer, beautiful moans escaping his thin lips, his perfectly styled hair falling down, luscious curls people so rarely saw framing his long chiseled face.

Y/N’s fingernail dug into his pale thighs as she took him deeper and deeper down her throat, desperately breathing through her nose to stop herself from gagging. A chill rolled up her spine, goosebumps erupting along the path the winter soldier traced along her skin as his hand traced up her back, fingers closing tightly around the back of her head to shove her forward, her nose met the small patch of expertly groomed hair at the base of his pelvis.

“Just like that doll, choke on his cock. But don’t let him cum.” Loki opened his mouth but shut it once more as Bucky’s steel blue eyes locked on him. “You cum only after our girl.” His velvety cock twitched wildly as she swallowed around him, not relenting the furious bobbing of her head, desperately trying to make him break. The cynical Stark part of her wanted to see how the god would be punished for disobeying the soldier.

Tears flowed from her eyes as she gagged but didn’t let up. Loki’s fingers tightened around her head, thrusting his hips forward so he was fucking her mouth. Soft kisses were laid on her shoulder, a huge heat radiating from behind her, Bucky settling there, pushing his own cock into the seam of her ass, grinding gently, not chasing his pleasure, only getting some relief for his aching cock.

All of a sudden, two strong arms hooked under her plump legs and hoisted her into the air, making her squeal. “Bucky!” She leaned back into his chest as he stood. “Trust me doll.” He chuckled, giving her ear lobe a playful bite. “You want her ass or her pussy?” Her cheeks heated at the bluntness of his question.

Without warning, Loki sunk into her, his dick immediately spearing her cervix. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow but couldn’t bring herself to care. “What a perfect little quim, made for our cocks, made for our pleasure.” She shook in their grasp, clawing at Loki’s pale skin, legs wrapping around his waist. She barely heard the sound of a bottle of lube being opened over her own gasps, her pussy clenching hard around his cock, needing him to move.

“L-Loki. Need to move please.” Her voice was broken. “Be patient, pet.” She was about to ask why when the fat head of another cock pried her ass open, tearing her in half. Y/N felt more full than she had in her entire life, stretched beyond belief between two of the most handsome men in the world. “Fuuuuuck her ass is so tight. Just like yours.” They made out over her head, spurred on by her breathy moans and whimpers.

“Please!” She sobbed, rolling her hips, trying to suckle the men deeper, no matter that they were already fully buried inside her. James made the first move, giving a shallow thrust, his cock barely leaving her before pushing back in. “Yes!” Loki followed his lead, but shoved in harder, needing to give you more pleasure than his partner. “Jealous are we?” Bucky mocked.

“I’m only trying to give our pet the pleasure she deserves.” They pushed and pulled in sync, one thrusting in while the other pulled out so she was constantly full. Her arms reached behind her head to clutch onto Bucky’s wide shoulders as her ankles locked around Loki’s back. Her own back arched up, shoving her breasts into his chest, her nipples immediately becoming painfully hard against his cold skin.

Bucky’s flesh hand was wrapped around her front, the tips of his calloused fingers rubbing tight circles into her clit, at the same time brushing the other man’s soaked cock as he pulled out of her. His other palm was placed firmly on her hip, squeezing the fatty flesh tightly, most definitely leaving huge bruises. “Gods, I am the luckiest man in the nine realms to have two gorgeous creatures before me, letting me use them.”

Y/N couldn’t get the words out to express how much his words meant to her so she just grabbed his face to crush their lips together, needing for him to understand how much he meant to her. Bucky followed suit as soon as she released him before turning her head to give her a quick kiss himself. Their sweaty foreheads resting together, their breaths mingling.

Loki pushed his face into her neck, arms wrapping around her thick waist. His thrusts increased in power, his pelvis slamming into hers, punching her breath from her lungs.

Her pussy fluttered, eyes falling shut. “Gonna- f-fuck- cum. Gonna cum.” She panted, the sound of their skin slapping becoming a symphony of pleasure, her mind slowly being drained of all thoughts.

“Go ahead love, cum for us, show us how good we make you feel.” She couldn’t even identify who gave her the command, but it didn’t matter, not with the way the world exploded around her, ecstasy racing through her veins. She trembled in their grasp, barely responding to Loki as he turned her head back and kissed her, too lost in the feeling of being worshipped.

One orgasm crashed into the next, a painful burning beginning to build in her gut but she didn’t want to stop, she never wanted it to stop. The heat from Bucky and the chill from Loki overstimulating her beyond belief, fire and ice. Both burning and freezing her.

Tears dripped down her cheeks, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Bucky’s fingers tangled in his lover’s raven hair as his own end crashed over him. “Oh fuck!” His warmth filled her, the serum making buckets of cum warm her tummy. He remained inside her, wincing at the sensitivity of his dick but not willing to leave her yet, not after yearning for so long.

“Cum my prince,” Bucky leaned over Y/N’s limp body to whisper in his ear, “cum.” Loki let out the most pornographic whimper Y/N had ever heard, his entire body shuttering with the force of his orgasm, his freezing seed pumping into her, the mixture of their hot and cold releases triggering another, smaller orgasm from the woman.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing as they all came down together. Y/N winced as Bucky pulled out first, her entire body felt sore and stiff, his cum dribbled out of her, running down the back of her thigh. He kissed her cheek gently and strode into the bathroom behind them. With slow movements, Loki helped her down to her feet. Her knees buckled and she fell into his chest with a grunt.

“Oh dear pet, it seems you need some help.” He chuckled, Y/N slapped his peck but made no motion to try to get out of his arms. “Shut up.” A small kiss was placed on her temple, the both of them basking in the afterglow just for a moment. Loki scooped her into his pale arms, her head falling to his left shoulder, and followed after James, who had filled the massive bathtub with hot water.

He took Y/N from Loki and guided her in, settling in behind her once her body was fully submerged. Loki soon followed, his long legs caging in both his lovers as he sat behind Bucky. Y/N sighed, eyes shutting, a contented smile appearing on her face as Buck used a wet washcloth to wipe away all her sweat.

“What are you so happy about doll?” She cracked one eye open to glance at him before shutting it again. “I should’ve asked for a threesome sooner, that was fucking awesome.” “Oh we are far from done pet, by the end of the night, we’ll make sure there isn’t a thought left in that beautiful little brain of yours.”

Loki smirked. “We have so much to show you.” “Welp, I guess getting fucked to death is a pretty good way to go.” She giggled letting herself drift off for a brief nap in their arms before they would inevitably fuck her into the next millennium.

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wheredafandomat · 11 months

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congrats on 3.1k followers!! you deserve each and everyone of them and then some 🎉💖

for the prompt…i'm choosing violence and requesting a Loki x Reader x Bucky with this prompt:

"I thought we agreed to share her?"

🥰🥰thank youuu!! ❤️❤️ and thank you for the promptttt! Hope you enjoy!

A moan slipped past your lips as Bucky began thrusting up into you leaving you bouncing above him as you tried to steady yourself with your hands on his thighs. Your eyes lit up as you saw Loki walking towards you, his hard cock in his hand as he stroked it lazily.

“I thought we agreed to share her? Come on Barnes, don’t be so greedy with our girl.” Loki smirked, winking at you. You bit your lip as your eyes met his cock before you opened your mouth. “That’s where you want me?” He questioned before you nodded in reply “are you sure?” He delved, using his free hand to tilt your chin up before he began caressing your cheek, his eyes boring into yours as Bucky slowed his pace, allowing you to grind your hips against his.

“Yess.” You insisted, Bucky’s hands gripping your waist as Loki guided his length to your mouth before you kissed the tip teasingly. His smirk grew as your eyes met before you took him into your mouth. Using one of your hands, you held the base of his cock as you sucked it, running your tongue across his slit. He closed his eyes, one hand finding the back of your head as you continued your movements.

Sitting up, Bucky held you against him, his hands moving up to cup your breasts as he kissed your back before his lips ventured across the nape of your neck. His movements were slow, his cock filling you completely as he stilled his movements, throbbing inside of you.

“Fuckk, you feel so good” Bucky spoke, still kissing your neck as he lowered himself against the bed again “such a perfect pussy.”

“Are you going to swallow like a good girl?” Loki asked, looking down at you pointedly.

“Mhmm.” You nodded, practically choking on his cock.

“Good.” He smiled, holding the back of your head again as he thrust his hips forward, fucking your mouth. He angled his hips up a little higher once Bucky began thrusting up into you again leaving you so close to climaxing. Before you could scream in pleasure, Loki stilled his movements, ejaculating down your throat as you swallowed his load obediently. He pulled out of your mouth chastely as he came down from his high whilst you reached your peak, Bucky not pulling out and releasing inside of you.

“Fuck.” You huffed, sated before Loki kissed you passionately, the three of you floating down from your frenzies.

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Can we have Loki and Bucky overstimulating reader but also comforting them through it...

Lovely nonnie I love the request and idea! I hope you like the fic!, also please bear with me like I’ve said before I’m still new to writing smut and I’m still trying to figure out a way for me write smut for it to be semi decent. :)

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I Said I’m Sorry

Summary: Dancing with one of Tony’s friend’s wasn’t as innocent as you thought it’d be.

Paring: Dom! Winterfrost x sub! Reader

Word count: 1,297

Warnings: 18!+ ONLY!, SMUT!, Overstimulation, Bondage (restraints),sex toy(vibrator) I guess dom/sub dynamic, name calling (pet,doll,slut,daddy), slight angst, fluff, aftercare, slight mean dom loki/bucky, subspace,

I think that’s all but please let me know if i forgot something!

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

A/N: Okay so, this fic is something that I'm slightly scared to post. This is something very new that I’ve written. I’m trying to expand/explore my smut writing so it can at least be semi good or decent so APOLOGIZE! if this fic completely sucks and the smut is utterly terrible🫠👍🏼

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Once Loki’s jaw clenched, Bucky knew you were in for a night of fun. At the time you didn't know how your actions affected your two lovers, you had simply accepted the offer of one of Tony's friends to dance. Being the nice and kind person you are, you didn't want to be rude and decline.

The only problem was he got a little too friendly for both Loki and Bucky’s liking. You politely excused yourself and went off to the restroom. That’s when the fun began for the night.

You had just reapplied your red lipstick and were dusting off your dress, when they walked in. You were startled at first until you realized it was them and relief washed over your face. “ You startled me” you said as you dust your dress off one last time.

You didn’t get a reply as Bucky was quick to check the stalls, nodding to Loki that they were the only ones in there. Loki locked the door and you knew something was wrong. You moved your graze from Loki then to Bucky as they came and caged you in, your back gently hitting the sink.

“ Oh James, our little pet is so dumb that she doesn’t know what she did wrong” he tisk as he moved his gaze to bucky. The tone of Loki's voice and the leering look in Bucky’s eyes as he stared at you automatically made you wet.

“Is that true? are you dumb that you don’t know what you did wrong?” your gaze moved back to loki as his hand came to caress your cheek. Your breath quickly hitched in your throat as he moved his hand to the back of your neck so you could look directly at bucky while he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“ We saw you dancing with Stark’s friend, might I say he got too friendly with you. Right james? ” He pulled away to look at Bucky

'' We saw the way he looked at you” you let out a small whimper as Loki tightened his grip in your hair and Bucky hiked up your dress to your waist.

“ He wanted to fuck you doll, but that’s not what got us upset” he kneeled down to remove your panites, once they were off he stood back up and Loki was quick to move your body.

You were now bent over the sink, Loki leaned down once again to whisper in your ear. “ What got us upset was that you thought we'd be okay with you dancing with another man in front of us,” you let out a soft moan and jerked your body forward as Loki's free hand laid a harsh slap to your exposed ass.

“ I'm sorry” you breathe out, but you couldn’t help the arousal that shot to your aching core. This time Bucky was the one to land another slap.

“What was that doll?” he mocked you as a smirk grew on his face.

“ i said *smack* i- i’m sorry *smack*” you let out another whimper as the small tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

“ We know love, however you need to be taught a lesson about who you belong to” Loki moved to kiss your cheek. “ Now, you’ll go back out to the party and say you're not feeling well, while me and James will be waiting for you in the bedroom. Understand?”

You simply nodded. Loki and Bucky both held you up and fixed your dress. Bucky quickly kissed your lips before him and Loki made their way to the door. “Wait, my panties” Bucky shook his head with amusement.

“ trust me doll you're not going to need them” and with that they left you to recollect your thoughts.

Now here you laid, arms tied above your head, your body on fire from the pleasure that you’ve been having over and over again.

You had just had your 4th orgasm of the night and neither Loki and Bucky had yet to fuck you. Judging by their faces and smirks they were far from done.

“ s-s-stop t-to sensitive” you cried out while pulling on the restraints.

“ We will not stop pet. Not when we have you tied up and to our mercy” Loki jaw clenched as he pressed the vibrator harder against your swollen clit.

You let out a hiss, as Bucky's mouth attached to your breast yet again. No doubt leaving another mark that will bruise, but you secretly loved it. You loved being marked and claimed by them even if you protested them to stop.

He pulled away from your breast with a pop sound “ we love to take advantage of you and watch you come undone until you're nothing but a sensitive and overstimulated dumb slut of mess for us.” He placed a tender kiss on your cheek before returning to attacking your breast again.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your release yet again. “ Sir! I’m Close!” with that Loki quickly pressed the vibrator to your overstimulated and abused clit again.

He was determined to make you cum and squirt for him. From the feeling of bucky's mouth on your nipples to the feeling Loki is giving you from the toy. It only took a couple more seconds before your 5th orgasm hit. “F-FUCK!” You screamed and Bucky moved away from your body and leaned back on his knees.

You were trying to recover from your release that you barely noticed Loki had removed your restraints and placed you to straddle him. Or that Bucky moved behind him.

Once Loki slid himself in your let out a gasp “DADDY!” That’s when they knew you were in your sub space.

“ It's okay we got you pretty girl” Bucky whispered in your ear as he placed kisses down your spine. He waited for a moment before he slid in as well.

“ will take care of” they both began to work together, one sliding out while the other slid in.

The sounds they were pulling from you made them quicken their pace. You were on the edge of both pleasure and pain, but the way they were fucking in and out of you made it all worth it.

Your 6th orgasm approach and before you could say anything they both spoke. “ It's okay, let it out. We got you” you let out a moan loud enough for the whole floor to hear. Thank god for the sound proof walls.

They both watched you very closely as an earth-shattering and toe-curling orgasm hit you like a truck. “Attagirl,” Loki kissed your temple as he held your shaking form. They both stilled inside of you, as they gave you some time to calm down.

“You did so well, my precious doll,” Bucky praised. He gave light and tender kisses to your shoulder. “ I’m going to pull out now okay” you nodded. “ I need words doll” came out as a whisper but once Bucky heard you say okay he pulled out gently and you hisses at the loss of contact.

Bucky went to run a bath while Loki gently rubbed your back to try and calm you down.“ I know my love, I’m sorry. Let’s get you cleaned up yeah” he wanted to pull out as well but you let out a cry.

“ no move t-to sen- sensitive” you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. “ I know but we have to get you cleaned up, you did so good for us my love. Your our good girl”

You nodded “ I’m good girl” he kissed your head once more before taking your slightly now shaking form into the bathtub. The remainder of the bath was spent with them praising how good you were for them and how much they loved and adored you.

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