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[ryfionline]

Umbrellas for Children

Does your kid require an umbrella? That might appear to be an odd inquiry, yet in the event that your children aren't strolling in that frame of mind to get some place significant, similar to school or the library, they may not require an umbrella by any means. A few rambunctious youthful ones transform umbrellas into fight weapons; so first conclude whether an umbrella will really be required prior to buying one.

Assuming your kid will require an umbrella for strolling trips in stormy climate, get one that doesn't have metal spokes standing out toward the end. These, when unceremoniously passed up the breeze or jabbed by a youngster, can prompt eye or facial wounds. Search for round plastic finishes that are somewhat innocuous.

Your kid will be better ready to deal with a little size umbrella, one that is intended for youngsters. There are sizes for preschoolers, and a bigger size for young kids, lastly, standard size or even oversize umbrellas for grown-ups. Getting your child or little girl the right size of umbrella will permit them to oversee it better, particularly on breezy or tempestuous days. A more modest size will be simpler to store, too, particularly at school where it might have to stay open while drying.

Attempt to buy Paw Patrol kids umbrella Online with a simple to-open spring. This can be worked by the press of a button, yet show your little ones how to point the umbrella away from their countenances while pressing the button to try not to get injured. Be cautious about the push-up sort of handle where the spring should be slid up the middle bar before it will open the aficionado of defensive vinyl. Little fingers can get found out and squeezed in this sort of system. Tell youngsters the best way to crease up and close the umbrella without harming themselves cautiously.

A handle with a snare, similar to a "J," is one more supportive component for youngsters who might balance them up on coat snares in their school storage spaces or on Sunday school stakes. Contingent upon your kid's age, you might need to choose a variety or example that will appear to be enjoyable to utilize; if not, the new umbrella might sit unused in a coat wardrobe except if your kid sees it as a fascinating or alluring accomplice to their outside wear.

It's likewise smart to tell kids the best way to hold and convey their umbrellas. For instance, in the event that a solid whirlwind ought to blow it out of their hand and into the road, remind them not to pursue it without first looking left and right. As a matter of fact, it very well might be better, contingent upon the kid's age and typical traffic conditions on the course the person will stroll, to encourage the person in question to dismiss the umbrella, since supplanting one than a harmed child is generally more straightforward.

Despite the fact that a large number of us give little thought to picking or utilizing an umbrella, children might look it at somewhat better, in any event, thinking of it as a kind of grown-up gear. So assist your children with picking a fitting gadget that will be not difficult to use as well as proficient in keeping them dry.

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[delusionalwriterr]

Gym Buddy

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a hard time keeping your eyes off of your gym crush.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: none

A/N: Shoutout to my gym girlies out there, this one's for you 🫵🏻

Masterlist

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“What are we hitting today?” your friend asks you as you both enter the gym. You look over to the receptionist and greet him with a smile. Adjusting the gym bag on your shoulder, you turn to your friend and shrug. 

“I was thinking legs?” you suggest as the two of you head to the locker area. You usually go to the gym alone, but today was thankfully one of the rare occasions your schedule aligned with your friend’s so you took this opportunity to invite her to the gym with you— something you used to do back when you were still in college. 

Your friend nods in response before beginning to stuff her locker with the stuff she didn’t need, you mirroring her actions. “Quads, hams, glutes, or all of the above?” she chuckles, pulling out her shaker bottle and scooping in some pre-workout. 

“I did quads last time, are you cool with hams and glutes?” you ask to which she nods again. “But you can do quads if you want.” 

This time she shakes her head, “Nah, you know me. I can never say no to a good glute workout.” She turns to her side and nudges your hip with hers, drawing a chuckle from you. 

You walk towards the workout area, your eyes scanning the room and immediately stopping by the benches. You feel your heart hammer in your chest as you watch him do bench presses— his chest puffing out and leaving no room for imagination thanks to the compression shirt he was wearing. 

Bucky Barnes started going to your gym a few months ago, and to say you were shocked to see him there the first time was an understatement. Not that you were complaining though, but you practically fell off the treadmill you were using when you saw him walk in for the first time donning an oversized shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a baseball cap. 

Safe to say that he is definitely your gym crush, and you would be lying when you say that you look forward to going to the gym just to see if he was there. 

Your gaze stayed on him as your friend led you to the Smith machine. You glance at his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and mouth letting out huffs of breath as he raises the 100kg dumbells above him. 

Goddamn. 

Your attention is brought back to your friend as she begins loading the bar with a few weights to start your first exercise. You snap out of your daze and help her by loading up the other side before finally beginning. 

Taking turns, the two of you did a few sets of back squats, but your mind was definitely elsewhere. You desperately tried not to look at Bucky for too long, afraid that your friend might notice or worse, you get caught by Bucky staring at him. 

“Okay, what’s up? I feel like you left your brain back at home,” your friend joked as you took a break before starting your next exercise. You roll your eyes, taking a swig from your water bottle, ignoring her question. 

Your eyes subconsciously trail to Bucky, once again. This time, he was hunching over the bench as he stared at his phone, chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Your friend follows your gaze and hums in realization. 

“Ah, I see,” she pipes up with a smirk on her face, “you got hots for the Avenger.” 

You laugh softly, turning back to her and shrugging your shoulders. “Guilty as charged.” 

“Why don’t you go for it?” she pesters, causing you to rapidly shake your head. “No way, I’m scared he might just glare at me or something.” 

She scoffs before beginning to look for other plates to load the smith machine. She looks around your area only to find none that would suffice for your next exercise. So she scans the gym in search of heavier plates only to find a stack of 25’s that were conveniently placed beside Bucky. 

She smirks before trudging her way towards him despite your attempts to pull her back. “Come back here!” you whisper sharply, but ultimately give up once she reaches him. 

You see her gently tap Bucky on the shoulder, prompting the super soldier to turn and face her. You feel your whole body tense and your face starts to heat up. You watch as your friend points to the stack of plates beside Bucky and you see him nod and begin to stand up. 

Oh god, is he coming over here? You thought to yourself. Sure enough, you see your friend and Bucky each pick up a plate and head towards your direction. Your eyes briefly meet his, causing you to turn away and act busy by scrolling through your phone. 

You feel your heartbeat quicken as you see them grow closer through your peripheral until they are standing right in front of the machine. “Thank you so much!” your friend smiles as they both load the weights onto the bar. “I would’ve asked my friend to help me out, but the pre-workout hasn’t kicked in for her, you know?” she jokes, earning a soft chuckle from Bucky and a glare from you. 

“It’s no problem,” Bucky says, gaze shifting between the two of you, a shy smile on his lips. “Have a nice workout,” he adds, before heading back over to the benches. 

Your friend turns to you, a wicked smile on her lips. “See? He won’t bite,” she chides, causing you to roll your eyes before heading to the machine to start RDLs. “Unless you’re into that sort of stuff,” she continues, earning a smack on the shoulder from you. 

“I’m never working out with you again.” 

—

The next few days were not as uneventful as you’d hoped. You thought by going to the gym alone like you usually do would mean that you’d have more time to just subtly watch Bucky from across the room without worrying about any friends that would force you to interact with him. 

But just a few days after your initial interaction with Bucky, you were put in a situation where you had the chance to look at him up close once again. 

You were doing tricep pushdowns on the cable machine when you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder, causing you to jump. You turn around to meet the pair of blue eyes you so desperately gazed at all the time. 

You were frozen in your spot as you took in how attractive he looked in his compression shirt, arms bulging by the sleeves. You were snapped out of your daze when you realized he was talking to you. “I’m sorry, what?” you asked sheepishly, removing one of your earphones. 

Bucky smiled shyly in return. “Are you using the other cable?” he asked, pointing at the machine next to you. You shook your head, heat rushing to your face upon the thought of him working out beside you. “No, go ahead.” 

He smiled again before positioning himself beside you and starting his workout. You tried your best not to get distracted by the godly sight next to you, but you didn’t muster enough courage to talk to him after that. 

The next time you talk was the week after that. You were doing a particularly heavy set of dumbbell shoulder presses (while keeping note of Bucky somewhere behind you doing bicep curls). It was already your third set, and you were aiming to push out 12 reps until you started to feel your weaker arm give out. 

You braced your core harder as you pushed yourself to get the last rep in until you saw Bucky drop the dumbbells he was holding to rush behind you. “I got you,” he mumbled, lightly placing his hands just below your triceps to give you stability. 

You tried to ignore your heart that was hammering in your chest as you were finally able to fully lift the dumbbells over your head. You moved to lower them to put them down, but Bucky suddenly wrapped his hands on your wrists. “All you, give me one more.”

Jesus Christ. 

You pushed yourself one more time, ignoring the pain in your shoulders as you gave it your all. Once you finally put the dumbbells down, you turned to him. “Thanks,” you smiled, which Bucky returned. 

“No problem,” he replied, but before you could say anything else, he was already walking back to his spot to continue his set. You were extra energized to workout that day. 

Which brings you to a week after that. You were just stepping out of your car when you spot Bucky getting off his bike. You subtly watch as he took his helmet off, and revel in the way he tied his hair into a small bun by the nape of his neck. 

God, you were down bad. 

You were too busy trying not to drool and fail to notice that he was actually staring back at you. It wasn’t until he gave you a shy nod when you snap back to reality and return the gesture but throwing him a sheepish wave. 

“What are you training today?” he calls out as he watches you take your gym bag from the trunk of your car and slung it on your shoulder. “Oh, I’m doing pull today. What about you?” you ask, silently hoping he was planning to do the same. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asks which practically made your heart do backflips. Trying to hide your giddiness, you give him a short nod as you and him begin to make your way inside the gym. 

You enter and greet a few familiar faces as Bucky follows suit before stopping in front of the lat pulldown machine. “Are you okay with starting with this?” you ask. 

“What, no warm up?” Bucky asks in return, prompting your cheeks to heat up. “I don’t warm up,” you start, “And before you lecture me, I know it’s bad… I’m just too lazy to do it.”

He chuckles softly at this as he begins to take off the sweatshirt he was wearing to reveal that he was wearing a muscle tee underneath, leaving almost no room for imagination. “S’okay. I’m too lazy to warm up sometimes too.” 

You laugh as you take a seat in front of the machine, pick a favorable weight, and begin your set. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, the thought of Bucky Barnes standing just beside you to watch you do your set was both nerve wracking and motivating at the same time. Sure, you wanted to impress him with the amount of reps you could push out, but the way he was staring at you was also making your knees grow weak. 

Thankfully, you finish your first set with minimal struggle before standing up and gesturing for him to go next. “That seemed a little too easy for you,” Bucky began, “I know you can lift heavier than that, doll.” 

You try to ignore the way your stomach flipped upon hearing the pet name and reply with a playful scoff instead. You take a swig from your bottle as he starts his set. While lifting the whole stack, you admire the way his back muscles expand and contract without focusing too much on the soft grunts that were leaving his mouth. 

Did it suddenly get too hot in here? 

After a few more workouts and taking turns checking each other out, you both decide to end the day with a set of hammer curls. You watch in awe as he begins to work with a pair of 80kg dumbbells, making your weight look puny. 

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you huffed as you continue your set. You see him slightly turn his head towards you in acknowledgment. “Given that you literally have a serum that makes you… you know, strong enough to lift a truck—“ he laughs at that, “why do you still work out?” 

He ends his set and places his dumbbells back on the rack. “Well it sort of feels like therapy for me. When I go to the gym, it’s like— are you done with these?” he stops, pointing at the dumbbells you placed down while he was talking. You nod and before you could protest, he picks up the pair with one hand and places them back on the rack for you. “Anyway, when I go to the gym, I can forget about everything, you know? It feels nice to leave the rest of the world behind and pretend like everything is normal in my life,” he finishes. 

Bucky lifts his metal arm in front of him. “This doesn’t really help with that though,” he adds, letting out a sad laugh. Your heart clenches at his sentiment, but before you know it, you blurt out, “Do you wanna get coffee after this?”

You widen your eyes at your sudden forwardness. A few weeks ago, you could barely approach him to ask help in re-racking weights, but you also never really imagined you would one day do pull with him, too. So this was sort of like a seize the day kind of thing. 

Bucky, too, was caught off guard with your invitation. He never really talked to anyone when he went to the gym, preferring to just keep to himself, but there was something about you that pulled him closer. Maybe it was how friendly you were with everyone in the gym or how he saw you continuously push yourself to your limit in every exercise you do, but he was always intrigued by you. 

His therapist told him to step out of his comfort zone more, so with a smile, he replies, “Only if you let me be your gym buddy from now on.” 

Your smile reaches your ears as you offer him your hand, which he gladly took, “Deal.” 

———

A/N: This really gives off crack energy, but hope you liked it either way ◡̈

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[marvelobsessed134]

Watching you

A/n: kinda wanna make a part two of this let me know if you want one.

Pairings: Stalker Fan!Natasha x Popstar!reader

Warnings: dub con, Nat has a dick, dark!nat, obsessive!nat, stalking, rough smut, some degradation (mainly the use of the term slut), mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, Nat is literally a mastermind in this lol.

Summary: Natasha is your biggest fan. Your only number one fan. Or so she thinks. What happens when she finally makes her way backstage?

You belong with Natasha.

How could you not see it? How could you ignore all the love letters she’s sent you. The flowers?

The redhead went to another one of your concerts, this time in Miami.

You’ve ignored her letters and gifts. So now she has to get to you personally. Luckily, she is a trained assassin. So she has the needed skills to get backstage.

After she enjoyed the way you sung and danced to your songs and thanked everyone for coming and wished them Goodnight and a safe drive home, her plan got put into action.

She was able to steal a map of the place, which included where your dressing room was located. Bingo.

Natasha walked up to a lone security guard that was standing in the darkness. She snuck up behind him and knocked him unconscious before taking his clothes.

She went behind a curtain and quickly changed into the security uniform. Throwing on the baseball cap, she was able to get backstage.

Roadies, other guards, assistants, venue staff all paid her no mind as she made her way to your dressing room. She smirked, it was all so easy. If she had done this already, she would’ve been living in your Malibu beach mansion with you knocked up with her children. Oh how she wanted to get you pregnant so bad. To see your body swelled up.

The assassin felt herself get hard under her cargo pants, and she bit her lip. Finally, she made it to your dressing room. Knocking on the door she heard your soft voice call “come in”

Natasha walked in and quickly locked the door. You looked to her in confusion. “What’s going on?” You asked.

She took her cap off to reveal her beautiful red bob.

Your eyes widened. Natasha Romanoff was in your dressing room? Why? Doesn’t she have a world to save.

“N-Natasha Romanoff? What are you doing here? You’re an avenger!” You couldn’t help but fangirl a little bit since hello, an avenger is in your presence!

The redhead slowly walked towards you till you were backed against the wall. You gulped nervously. “I wanted- no. Needed to see you.”

“Why?”

“Because, I’ve fallen for you Y/n L/n.”

“F-fallen for me? But we’ve never even met before?”

“That is true but I believe that you are my soulmate. And I want to get your pregnant with my children.” Her words alarmed you and before you knew it her lips were on yours. You tried to push her back but she was way stronger than you. And, the kiss felt good. You’ve haven’t been kissed in awhile ever since your boyfriend broke up with you.

You felt her grinding her bulge against your front. You gasped softly, feeling it through the thin material of your blue sequin dress.

Natasha began to kiss your neck and you moaned softly, letting her do whatever she wanted to you.

She pulled at your dress and slid down. Revealing you wore no bra.

“Dirty girl. No bra on stage? So these titties can just pop right out.” The assassin kissed down your neck and collar bone, before taking a nipple into her mouth.

You arched towards her, closing your eyes as you felt her suck and bite on the sensitive flesh. She switched the other one and gave it the same treatment as her hand creeped down inside your wet panties.

“Mmm, so wet for me.” She groaned, pulling them down swiftly with one hand before entering two fingers inside you.

“Oh!” You moaned as she entered them and started pumping in and out, going faster by the second. Her thumb rubbed your clit in circles and you kept moaning and crying out. “Shh, don’t want anyone to come looking for you and see you being fucked like a slut now do you?”

You shook your head with wide, teary eyes and she placed another passionate kiss on your lips as she fingered you.

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge before you clenched around her and let go, your orgasm washing over you.

“Fuck, that’s a good slut.” She pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste.

Before you knew it your chest was flat against the wall and you heard her roughly pull her pants and boxers off. It was a well known fact that Natasha Romanoff was packing. And well, you’re more than happy to experience it.

Her tip already leaking with precum, she teasingly slid it up and down your drenched folds.

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant, all filled up with my cum.” She moaned before slowly entering you.

“Fuck you’re tight. Oh my god baby.” Natasha started thrusting into you, and you tried your best to keep quiet. But it got harder and harder as she started thrusting faster and faster.

“Mmm…” your moans were muffled by her covering your mouth. She spoke dirty words in your ear.

“Look at you, taking my dick like a good slut. Bet you’re gonna be a good mommy too. Im gonna get you round and full of my baby. Then while you’re pregnant I’m gonna fuck you more and drink that sweet milk from your tits.” Your eyes widened, fuck, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life!

“Do you want that, babygirl?”

“Y-yes!” You moaned.

“How much do you want it?”

“M-more than a Grammy!” You couldn’t help yourself and she smirked at your answer. “That’s my girl.” The assassin started fucking into you harder and harder before spilling her hot, white load inside of your womb.

“Oh!” You sighed.

With her cock still in you, she turned your head and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

And while you couldn’t really say the same thing back, you didn’t mind the circumstances.

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[fracturedsteel]

closed starter || @chemicallyxdefective

London.

Not his first pick for a vacation spot, but, well, when the majority of the world's governments are hunting you down to arrest you for the crime of killing a certain star-spangled icon... you don't really get to pick where you end up.

Hiding Mark 46 in an abandoned warehouse near docks bordering the Thames, Tony zipped up his jacket and pulled its hood over the top of his baseball cap. He kept his sunglasses off—more people recognized him with them on.

It was goddamn below freezing and closing in on midnight, but at the very least it wasn't raining as he made his way further inside the city. Tony hopped onto a bus and paid in cash before taking a seat, keeping his head low as his eyes locked onto news headlines on his phone.

TONY STARK STILL AT LARGE: LAST SEEN FLEEING AVENGERS TOWER STEVE ROGERS' MEMORIAL SET FOR THE 27TH

His jaw clenched and he pocketed his phone again, standing up as the bus rolled to a stop minutes later. Disembarking back onto the cold streets, snow began to trickle down from heavy grey clouds as he travelled a few more blocks to his destination.

221B Baker Street.

Well, time to see if those rumors were still true after all these years. Tony pressed the buzzer next to the door and waited.

#[ thread. a study in hubris ] #[ era. a cold siberian day ] #chemicallyxdefective #// tossed up the idea of having Tony sneaking into 221B but I thought an easy start would be better LMAO

[just-dreaming-marvel]

A Secret Love

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Tony Stark x Writer!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,780ish

Request: Tony Stark x writer!reader where they have been in a relationship for years but the avengers don't really notice until they see her name on a book hyphenated with his? Thank you so much!

Warnings: allusions to sex

Notes: I hope this is enjoyable! (I’m actually questioning how good this actually eyes.) Please let me know thoughts/reactions!

Tony felt like his habits were rubbing off on you. Yes, he had been in the lab for almost twenty-four hours but, as he pulled up to your apartment building at two in the morning, he could see your bedroom light still on. He sighed, shaking his head as he parked his car. He slipped on the baseball cap and sunglasses he had sitting in the passenger seat before getting out of his car.

As Tony headed up to your apartment, he was reminded yet again of why he so desperately wanted to move you to the Tower. The place had no security, the elevator was constantly breaking, and he was pretty sure the neighbor across from you was a serial killer. He had tried and tried to convince you to move, even to just a nicer apartment with security if not the Tower, but you refused. He would have let it go a lot sooner if you weren’t his secret wife.

You were an author, almost ready to officially release your very first book. The two of you had met at one of his parties over a year ago. You had been dragged along by Natasha, having met her in a club a few months prior. Tony had immediately taken interest in you while you, knowing his reputation, had been wearier of him. If Tony was one thing though, he was persistent especially when he absolutely wanted something. And he wanted you more than anything he had ever wanted before.

Once you agreed to the first date, things quickly took off from there. Your relationship grew at a fast pace, though no one knew any better. You had expressed early on in your relationship that you wanted to keep it a secret until your first book was out. You wanted to do the work yourself to get it out without having people believe that Tony helped with any part of it. Tony was surprisingly understanding, really only caring if he could still be with you.

You hung out with Tony and the Team often at the Tower. Tony and you snuck kisses and other small touches here and there and were extremely careful to not get caught. You had quickly learned that, even for a group of spies and superheroes, none of them could truly keep a secret, especially from each other.

It was about two months ago when your and Tony’s relationship really shifted. He had gotten back from a mission that really shook him up and all he wanted to do was see you. So beaten, bruised, bloody, and still in his suit, Tony stumbled into your apartment. He quickly pulled you into him, kissed you with a passion you had never experienced before, and told you to marry him. You quickly responded with a yes and the two of you were secretly married at City Hall later that day.

Tony was never known as a truly patient man. He was trying for you, but he was counting down the days until your book was officially out to the public and you could move into the Tower. Opening the door to your apartment with the copy of the key he had, he quickly slipped in and took off his hat and glasses as he closed the door behind him. Tony followed the faint light emanating from your bedroom to find you hunched over at your desk, working on your laptop.

“Honey,” his voice was full of love yet was in a reprimanding tone. He came over and placed his hands on your shoulders, starting to massage out the knots. “You should be asleep.”

“In a minute,” you mumbled, focusing on the screen. “This has to be done and submitted before seven am. I can’t miss this deadline or my book will be pushed back two more weeks and I can’t have that because my lease will then be up and I can’t move into the Tower until the book is released and—“

“Okay, okay, slow down, honey. You’re starting to panic. If you don’t make this deadline, that’s okay. We will handle this. You moving into the Tower before the book comes out won’t do you any harm.”

“You don’t know that! It could ruin the entire release plan and then my publisher will throw a fit! And then I will probably be blacklisted and no one will ever want to publish another one of my books ever again and—“

“Honey, honey,” Tony turned your chair around and squatted down so that he could force you to look at him if you tried to hide your eyes from him. “You’re spiraling. You’re tired and overwhelmed. You need to sleep.”

You shook your head. “I need to finish it.”

“No. I’m using the husband card since I am unable to as often as I would like. You are going to bed.”

“But—“

“No. You are going to bed, even for just a few hours. It will help.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Let’s go.”

Tony was grateful that you let him pull you from your chair and guide you to your bed. He threw the covers back before you slipped in, allowing him to then tuck you in. Quickly, Tony turned off the lights and crawled into bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest only to realize that you had already fallen asleep. He smiled softly to himself before kissing the side of your head and falling asleep himself.

~~~

You would never verbally admit this, but Tony had been right. You had needed sleep. When you woke up four hours later, your mind felt a lot better than it had when Tony found you. Glancing at the clock, you figured out that you had about an hour before your deadline and felt the need to get back to work. You eased yourself out of Tony’s arms, to not wake him, and tip-toed over to your desk.

Before you knew it, you finished what you needed to on your book and submitted it. You glanced at the clock to see that you had ten minutes left to spare. Smiling triumphantly you leaned back in your chair before turning it to face Tony. Your head feel against your shoulder as you watched him sleep. Your husband rarely ever got a good night’s rest, especially one that allowed him to look as peaceful as this.

Eventually, you pushed yourself off the chair and crawled back in beside Tony. You wrapped your arms around him and pushed one of your legs between his, trying to be as close to him as possible. Tony’s body moved closer to you in response. He let out a hum as his head found its way to bury in your neck. You giggled slightly, kissing his head.

“Morning,” Tony mumbled against you, arms wrapping around you.

“Morning, sweetheart,” you replied, one of your hands coming up to comb through his hair.

“How long have you been up?”

“Only about an hour. Finished what I needed to.”

Tony looked up with a proud glee in his eyes. “I knew you would.” He pecked your lips lightly. “Should we celebrate?” A mischievous glimmer filled his eyes with a matching smirk to go with it. “I know a way that usually gets a pretty great reaction out of you.” 

One of Tony’s hands began trailing down your side to the band of your leggings. You licked your lips as you began to feel the need between your legs.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Show me how proud you are of me.”

“It would be my genuine pleasure.”

~~~

“Hey Y/N!” Steve greeted you when he saw you exit the elevator. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be busy with your book coming out.”

“Oh, I am,” you responded. “Press starts in the morning. I just came by to talk to Tony real quick.”

“He’s up in the lab.” You turned to head toward the staircase that would lead to the lab on the next level. “Hey Y/N,” Steve called to stop you.

“Yeah?” You turned back to face him.

“I know it’s really none of my business. But have you and Tony ever considered a relationship? You are really good for him. He’s changed—for the better—since meeting you.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, trying not to laugh, “I’ve thought about it. I just have wanted to get my book out first.”

“Makes sense,” Steve nodded. “Sorry if I pushed too much.”

“You didn’t, Steve. Don’t worry.”

You left Steve and headed to the lab. You were thankful to find Tony in there all by himself. He was hunched over his workbench, fixing something on his suit. You came up from behind him, wrapped your arms around him, and kissed below his ear.

“Hey there, hubby,” you teased in his ear. 

Tony smiled, dropping the supplies in his hands. “Hey, wifey,” he replied. 

He cranked his head to be able to kiss you on your lips. As you kissed, you loosened the arms you had around him, allowing him to turn to face you.

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked when the two of you finally separated. “Are you ready for the press tour?”

“I think so,” you responded. 

“Are you ready for the world to finally know about us?”

You nodded. “It will be an adjustment for sure. But yes. We shouldn’t hide this any longer. The Team isn’t going to be happy that we’ve kept this from them for so long.”

“They’ll get over it.” He kissed you sweetly again. “I’m going to be by your side the entire tour. I’ve already worked it out with Pepper.”

“Does she know about us?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But it’s Pep, so probably.”

“Right,” you gave a firm nod. “Are you staying and my place tonight? I need help packing and then—“

A loud siren interrupted you, paired with red alarm lights. Tony quickly let you go, heading for one of his suits on the wall as Steve and Natasha came rushing in.

“There’s an attack in Europe!” Steve exclaimed.

“Of course, there is,” Tony muttered.

“Clint’s prepping the quinjet,” Natasha stated. “Everyone else is getting their things together.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your emotions together. You always struggled with Tony going away on missions, but today was different. Right now was big time for you. You wanted Tony—your husband—by your side. But of course, neither of you could choose when the bad guys would attack.

“Sorry for interrupting your visit, Y/N,” Steve apologized, “but we need all hands on deck for this one.”

You forced out a brief smile. “It’s no problem,” you replied. “The world needs their heroes.”

Steve nodded, still looking sorry before his eyes moved to Tony. “We’ll meet you down at the jet.” He and Natasha quickly rushed out.

You sighed, shoulders shagging as your head hung. Tony hated how he had no control over leaving you. It was doing it for you—keeping the world safe—even though he knew that it would hurt you. He came back over to you before entering his open suit. His hands rested on your arms, thumbs rubbing against you.

“I promise that I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, sorrow in his voice.

“Just… stay safe. Please,” you begged, meeting his gaze. “I can handle the tour. I just can’t handle you not coming back.”

“I will always come back as long as I have you to come back to.” He leaned in and kissed you lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

“So, Y/N,” the female news anchor started, “your first book is just about to release digitally in the next few moments, with it to release physically next month. Are you ready?”

You took a deep breath. That question was more of a loaded question than the anchor even knew. Where you ready to reveal the truth about your relationship? To be more than just a new author, but to be Tony Stark’s wife? 

“Yes,” you finally responded with a smile. "Yes, I am.”

“Let’s do it then,” the anchor responded.

The cover of your book appeared on the screens around you. It hadn’t been revealed yet, to keep your relationship a secret, but now there it was. It was staring back at you, the cover with your name at the bottom: Y/N L/N-STARK.

“Stark?” The news anchor read aloud. Her brows furrowed as she looked at you for an answer.

“I guess it’s better late than never,” you smiled, knowingly.

~~~

The news traveled fast. Your interviews were now more focused on your relationship with Tony and how the two of you were able to keep it a secret for so long, and less on your book. You weren’t too mad though. Turns out, you really enjoy talking about your relationship, especially after not being able to.

The Team were the ones kept out of the loop. Multiple things went wrong on the mission, causing them to not have access to anything that could break the news about your and Tony’s relationship to them. They were gone, without a word, for two weeks. This caused you, unfortunately, to have to do the entire press tour yourself. You knew that Tony would quickly make it up to you though, knowing that you had wanted him there.

Happy and a few other Stark assistants helped you move your items into the Tower while the Team was still gone. This allowed you to change some things around in your new shared room before Tony came home and tried to pick a fight with you about the changes.

“Does it seem like there’s more press outside the Tower than normal?” Bucky asked, looking out the window as Clint went to land the quinjet on the Tower’s platform.

“It does,” Steve responded, noticing it as well.

Tony couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. He knew what the press was doing out there and that meant that you were in the Tower. You were finally home and he could finally tell the world that you were his.

“What did you do Stark?” Sam asked, seeing the man’s growing smile.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Tony responded.

Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. “I am too tired to put up with your antics today,” she said.

“Oh, I think you’ll like this one.”

The quinjet landed and Tony was the first one to saunter out. He immediately went searching for you. The Team followed him, curious as to what was going on. They ended up in the main common area, where you had piles of your book on the large dining. You were sitting at the table, signing books. Your head snapped up when you heard people coming.

“Tony!” You squealed. You hopped up, rushed around the table, and launched yourself at him.

Tony chuckled, catching you easily as he stumbled back slightly. “Hey, honey.”

You brought Tony in for a long-awaited kiss, not caring who else was in the room.

“I knew it!” Clint exclaimed.

“Huh, guys,” Steve caught the group's attention, holding up a copy of your book. “Did we sleep through the wedding?”

Natasha quickly ripped the book from Steve’s hand. “What the hell?” She questioned.

You and Tony had finally stopped kissing and were standing together, holding each other close as you watched your friend's reactions. They all turned to face you, varying degrees of emotions in their eyes.

“I guess we should officially tell you that—“

“Y/N and I have been married for a little over four months now,” Tony quickly cut you off. “And we will be answering questions tomorrow or you can feel free to watch the interviews that I’m sure she has out there already answering questions.”

“But—“ Steve tried.

“Nope,” Tony shook his head. “I’ve been away from my wife for too long and need some time alone with her.”

“Sorry,” you smiled at the Team. “I’ll make sure to answer your questions in the morning.” Tony began ushering you to the elevator.

“You better!” Natasha shouted after you both. “I am owed! I introduced the two of you!”

“FRIDAY, please lock down our floor as soon as we’re there,” Tony said. “We don’t need Red storming after us.”

You laughed. “I’m sure she’ll get in if she wanted to,” you told him with a pat on his chest.

His eyes drew dark with lust as he pulled you closer to him. “Well, then I guess we should be sure to give her a show.”

#Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark x reader #tony stark x wife!reader #tony stark x female reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x f!reader #tony stark x writer!reader #iron man fanfiction #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #avengers x reader #the avengers x reader #avengers imagines #avengers imagine

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Whenever a Jedi tries to hide under a hood it’s the equivalent of the Avengers hiding by wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses

Did Ahsoka really think this would work?

She learned from the best I guess

Tell me these aren't the same vibes...

actually

wait

no

it's the equivalent of this...

#ahsoka #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #jedi robes #jedi #they might as well be wearing a sign that says #HEY LOOK JEDI OVER HERE #could they be more obvious #the most they accomplish is hiding WHICH jedi they are #which isn't helpful when they're in situations where they are the ONLY Jedi present #and everyone is out hunting them #steve rogers #sam wilson #captain america #somehow the baseball cap disguise always works too #man I love these silly little characters and their stupid methods of going undercover #kate's post

[ducktoonsfanart]

Donald Duck and Daffy Duck as superheroes with their kids - Duck Avenger (Paperinik), Stupor Duck, Toxic Avengers and Little Paperiniks (Ducklings Avengers) - Duck comics, Looney Tunes and Tiny Toons Crossover - Duckverse - Happy birthday to Daffy Duck and Huey, Dewey and Louie!

Another drawing related to the birthday of Huey, Dewey and Louie, but this time as a crossover with the birthday of the best duck besides Donald, which is Daffy Duck. Yes, I drew as a crossover of my favorite ducks, but I drew them as classic superheroes.

On April 17, 1937, Daffy Duck appeared in Porky's Hunt (classic short) and later became one of the main characters in Looney Tunes. At the same time, Daffy is one of my favorite characters not only in Looney Tunes, but also in cartoons and comics in general. I also love the crazy silly Daffy, and I also love him as a jerk, as both characters suit him. I drew Daffy as Stupor Duck (a parody of Superman) who played the given role in the classic short of the same name (from 1956) directed by Robert McKimson. I also drew Duck Avenger was created in 1969 in a comic book by Guido Martina and Giovanni Carpi (correct me about the name of the author) and since then Donald has been an avenger and later he will be a real superhero. And there are Donald's nephews who are little Duck Avengers or Little Paperiniks or Ducklings Avengers who imitate their uncle as a superhero, so they are also superheroes even though they don't know that Duck Avenger is their uncle (who has read the comics, knows what I'm talking about). By the way, I drew this as a redraw from the comic book cover by Donald Soffritti who drew it two years ago and it was published by Topolino a year ago. I just added their usual baseball caps instead of sailor caps that fit them for that. And then there's Plucky Duck as Toxic Revenger (a parody of Toxic Avenger if you know about the two movies, one from 1984, the other from 2023) who is one of his superhero alter egos and appeared in several episodes of Tiny Toons Adventures and he mainly fights against those who pollute the environment, and above all his main rival is Montana Max. Yes, Plucky is Daffy's student in Tiny Toons, and in my headcanon he is Daffy's nephew, because if Donald has his nephews, then Daffy has his. Is not it? XD

I mostly drew it my way in my style where together they defend Duckburg and Toontown as well as the world from villains, with Donald and Daffy not really getting along. But again, they certainly work great together, at least in my opinion. Yes, I do prefer Duck Dodgers, but I put Stupor Duck here, because it's still a classic.

I hope you like this drawing and this idea, and feel free to like and reblog this, but please don't use the same ideas of mine without mentioning me and without my permission. Thank you! Also, happy birthday to Daffy Duck and happy birthday to Donald's nephews! And Happy 55th Anniversary Duck Avenger (Paperinik)!

#my fanart #looney tunes #disney #warner bros #ducktales #crossover #duckverse #happy birthday #daffy duck #huey dewey and louie #donald duck #plucky duck #tiny toons #duck avenger #paperinik #superheroes #comics #stupor duck #toxic revenger #tiny toon adventures #ducks #cartoons #artists on tumblr #fanart #donald and daffy #disney ducks #huey dewey and louie duck #cartoon ducks #disney duck comics #duck comics

[drabbles-mc]

Do You Need Someone?

Bucky Barnes x F!Soldier!Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of finally getting control over his own mind, Bucky tries to start building a normal life for himself. Just like any soldier coming back from the war, he needs a helping hand with it all.

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, PTSD, mentions of war/violence, hospitals

For the Alternate June-iverse Event Prompt: therapist

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: I love the idea of instead of Bucky getting funneled right into Avengers things when he gets his mind back, he just gets to be a "normal" vet. This AU was so much fun to write but I was a fool to think that I could pack everything that I wanted to do with it into one story, so there will definitely be more installments of this as time goes on. However, I feel like this is a good kickstart to it and could be a standalone if I let it be. It's also my first Bucky readerfic! What a time! Hope you enjoy! Also, shout-out to @buckybarnesevents for hosting this event! xo

MCU Taglist: @garbinge @artemiseamoon (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Bucky stared up at the towering concrete walls that made up the outside of the hospital. It felt so strange to show up here after everything. It felt too normal after all that he’d been through. But, if he was going to try and scrape together any semblance of a normal life, he supposed that this wasn’t the worst place to start. This hospital was one of the few in the area that worked directly with the VA, so that’s where Sam had sent him.

He looked down at the screen of his phone, looking over all of the information for his initial appointment here. Today was just supposed to be about getting set up with a doctor, specifically one who knew a good deal about prosthetics. What he had was going to be above most people’s paygrades, but he tried to be optimistic about it all.

Once he was inside and made his way to the elevator, he hit the button for the floor the woman at the front desk had given him. It was only a few floors up but the trip up felt like it took much longer than it should’ve. Finally, there was the singular ding that let Bucky know he had finally gotten to his destination. He strode off the elevator, trying his best to weave through the people getting on without bumping into them. He fought the urge to pull his baseball cap farther down over his face—old habits die hard.

“How can I help you today?” the woman at the desk greeted him

He cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’m supposed to have an appointment?”

She nodded, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Name?”

“Buc—” he stopped himself short, “James. Barnes.”

He could’ve sworn he saw something flicker across her face, but it was gone before he could think too much on it. Looking up from her screen and back at him, she smiled and nodded before handing him a clipboard. “Fill this out for me, please. Feel free to take a seat in the waiting area. Your doctor will be with you shortly.”

Bucky found a chair towards the back of the waiting room, one that situated him without anyone sitting right next to him. No one there really seemed to be paying him any mind, but he still felt like all eyes were on him. He tapped the pen against the edge of the clipboard in his lap as he read over the sheet in front of him.

It didn’t take him long to fill out the form. Most of his information had been sent to the hospital already. But all of the questions wanting to get into more details of the reason for his visits, any symptoms or things that he was struggling with that he wanted to discuss more in depth with his doctor, felt like they were trick questions at worst, essay questions at best. He did his best to keep it short and sweet—part of him had to assume that whatever doctor landed his case had to know what they were getting into. If nothing else, he knew that Sam would’ve at least made sure of that.

When he was done filling it out, he brought it back up to the front desk before promptly going and finding his seat again. He took the time to study everyone around him a little closer. He’d taken vague note of everyone when he first arrived, that was a habit he didn’t think that he would ever shake, but now he really tried to study them all.

There was such a range of people. There were a lot of younger people, people that were fighting wards that Bucky hadn’t even really had the time to fully learn about yet. He also noticed the few older people who were in the waiting room too, people who looked the way that Bucky would if he’d had any sort of a normal trajectory in life after the war. He tried not to think too hard about it—he had enough things clogging up his mind for the time being.

Like a saving grace, the sound of his name put a stop to his spiraling thoughts. “Barnes?”

“Yea,” the word came out before he thought better of it. He was instantly standing up out of his seat, grabbing his backpack off the floor as he went.

The appointment wasn’t as daunting as Bucky had been making it out to be in his head. The doctor gave him a general checkup, but most of what they did was talk. They talked about treatment plans for old injuries that never really healed properly, about what the strategy was going to be for care when it came to his arm.

“I think,” his doctor said as she set her clipboard off to the side, “the thing that’s going to be most helpful for you, though, is finding someone that you can talk to.” She saw the slight panic on Bucky’s face at the mere thought of it. “I can help you with all of the physical things, but I’m not the most qualified to help coach you through coping with everything that you’ve been through. We have some great psychiatrists here and—”

“I don’t wanna be catatonic because someone decided I need to be on a bunch of meds,” he said, cutting her off with a tone that wasn’t loud, but it was firm.

She took it in stride, simply giving an understanding nod. “I completely understand that. We also have a really great team of counselors who do group and individual therapy sessions. I think that you would benefit a lot from shopping around and finding someone that you feel comfortable talking with.” She paused, seeing the hesitation still on his face. “I can’t make you book an appointment with someone, James, but I really think that you should consider it. Getting your body working well is all fine and good, but your brain has undergone just as much trauma as your body.”

He shifted uncomfortably on the bed in the exam room, the paper crinkling beneath him. “Right.”

The doctor stood up and went to the wall where they had rows of pamphlets. Trailing her fingers along a few of them, she scanned until she found the one she’d been looking for. Plucking it from the holder, she stepped back over and handed it to Bucky.

“Like I said, I’m not here to force you. But here are the doctors here and the services they provide. The front desk can also give you an updated schedule for group therapy sessions that are held here.”

He took the pamphlet from her, still unsure of whether or not he planned on even looking at all of the names let alone calling any of the people to schedule an appointment. Still, he nodded and tucked it into his backpack. “Thank you.”

She gave a nod and took a step towards the door, a silent signal for Bucky that he was now free to go. His body relaxed a little bit as he stood up from the bed and slung his bag onto his shoulders again. She pulled the door open and allowed him to walk through first, letting him know to stop by the front desk to schedule their next appointment before he left.

Once he stopped by the desk to make his next appointment, he started to make his way back towards the elevator. He was looking down, pulling his phone out of his pocket when he felt someone accidentally bump against his shoulder. He tensed up, caught off-guard, but when he saw the frazzled and apologetic look on your face, his annoyance faded a little bit.

“Sorry,” you said, shaking your head at yourself. “Wasn’t looking where I was going…obviously.” You offered a tiny, awkward smile.

He shrugged, tone neutral as he said, “It’s okay.”

“Was running late for group and then I got off on the wrong floor before I got here. So, you know,” you reached up and dragged your hands down your face in exasperation, “just having one of those days.”

“Group?” he asked, noticing the dog tags that were hanging around your neck.

“Yea. Oh,” you paused, looking him over, trying to figure out if you’d seen him before and forgotten, “is that where you’re heading too?”

His eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. I just, um,” he motioned back towards the hall with the exam rooms, causing you to see the silver metal of his hand and arm, “just had an appointment. Doc mentioned something about groups here though.”

“You wanna come check it out?” Your smile grew a little warmer. “They might take it easy on me for being late if I bring a friend.”

His brows furrowed for a moment. “I don’t think I can just, I don’t have an appointment. Or a therapist.”

You shook your head at him. “It’s fine. They won’t turn you away.”

Bucky didn’t believe much in fate, but this felt fate-adjacent. He knew that if he walked out of the hospital, there was no way that he was going to look into things and find his own therapist and go through that hassle.

You could see him debating it all in his head. “If you’re not feeling it, you can just get up and leave. No harm, no foul.”

He hesitated for a moment longer before finally giving a small nod. “Okay.”

You nodded, not wanting to make a big deal over it and make him more uncomfortable. “Great! Follow me.” The two of you fell into stride with each other. You were a few doors away from the room you needed to be in when you asked him, “Sorry, what’s your name? Forgot to ask before I wrangled you into going to therapy with me.”

The sound of your laugh got him to give a hint of a smile. “I’m James.”

You nodded, giving your name in return. “Nice to meet you, James.”

When the two of you walked into the room, all eyes went to you for a moment. It was only fair, since you did show up late. No one looked annoyed. You being a few minutes late was the least of anyone’s problems.

Your counselor, the one who ran the group, was a man who was about ten years older than you. He’d been the therapist you’d been working with ever since you came back from your second deployment. You considered yourself to be extremely lucky that you got along with one of the first therapists you’d seen, because you knew that a lot of people didn’t have that experience.

However, because of your good rapport with him, he was the first and only one to give you grief about being late. “Nice of you to join us,” he said it with a smile, no malice in his voice.

“I know I’m late, Doc,” you didn’t even try to argue, “but I did pick up a straggler.”

There was a moment of silence as Bucky and your counselor both looked at each other. It was clear that Bucky was sizing the man up, and your doctor was content to let him. He broke the silence. “Happy to have you.” He gestured to the few empty chairs that were left. “There are no bad seats, so pick any one you want.”

Since you were the one who had essentially talked him into coming to group in the first place, you made sure that the two of you at least managed to get seats that were right next to each other. It didn’t take someone with a doctorate to see that Bucky didn’t really want to talk. So, thankfully, no one tried to make him.

As the minutes ticked by, part of you was waiting for him to just get up and leave. You were pleasantly surprised when he didn’t, though. It was evident that he wasn’t fully comfortable, and no one could really blame him for that. But he was watching and listening intently as different people spoke up and shared what they’d been struggling with, what they had going on. He sat, his backpack between his feet and one elbow propped against each knee as he took it all in.

You felt his eyes on you when you took a turn to speak. You talked about how you had trouble sleeping, that your nightmares weren’t as frequent as they used to be but they would still happen every now and again and make it impossible for you to even attempt to fall back to sleep after the fact. You mentioned that you didn’t take your sleeping meds anymore because you figured out that they were making your nightmares worse. You were looking at the tile floor as you spoke, but you could hear your counselor taking notes on what you were saying. He did it for everyone in group, stuff to circle back to or bring up in individual sessions.

It wasn’t long after that, that group came to a close. You didn’t know why, but you were glad to see that the man beside you had stayed for the whole thing. Sure, you didn’t know him, but you didn’t have to know him to know that everyone needed a bit of help when it came to stuff like this. Group was a decent place to start.

People were starting to filter out when you and Bucky stood up from your seats. You turned to look over at him, watching as he put his backpack back on. “Not horrible, right?” you said with a laugh.

The tiny smile he gave didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was still something. “Not horrible. Thanks, um, you know, for the invite.”

You shook your head. “Don’t gotta thank me.”

Before either of you could say anything else, your counselor materialized beside the two of you. He looked back and forth between the two of you, a content smile on his face. He addressed you first, thanking you for coming and sharing, before turning to Bucky. He held out his hand. “Sorry I didn’t get a real chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Dr. Anderson.”

Bucky nodded as he firmly shook the man’s hand. “I’m James. Sorry for just showing up.”

“No need to apologize—that’s how a lot of people start off here. I hope to see you back again if you can make it.”

Bucky brought his hands up to his chest, holding the straps of his backpack, clearly not sure how to navigate the rest of the interaction. “Thanks.”

Dr. Anderson turned to you as he started to walk away. “And I’ll see you…”

“Friday, yes.” You laughed. “On time.”

He chuckled. “On time.”

It was just you and Bucky now as you started to walk towards the door that would land you back out in the hallway of the hospital. You both seemed content to walk next to each other, neither of you saying anything about the group session, or anything else. You walked side by side all the way to the elevator.

“First floor?”

He nodded. “Yea.”

As the elevator started to go down, you said, “If I didn’t already hijack most of your evening, I would say we could go grab food or coffee or something and talk if you wanted. But I get it if you want to just get home, or do whatever it was you were planning on doing before I ran you over.”

Bucky huffed out a quiet chuckle. “Thanks.”

The elevator doors opened up and you both walked towards the main entrance and exit of the hospital. You didn’t know what to say at this point. It wasn’t like you were friends—there wasn’t even a guarantee that you would ever even see him again. You figured that telling him to have a good one would have to suffice.

Right as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, you were going to say just that, but he beat you to the punch with a completely different statement. “Are these every week? Or…?”

Your face brightened at the question. “Yea! I mean, Anderson holds his every Wednesday, and usually he’ll do one extra evening at some point during the week as well in case people can’t make the Wednesday one. But other doctors hold them at different times on different days.”

“Right,” he said with a nod.

“Wanna come back next week?” you offered.

“Uh, yea, yea okay.”

“Great!” You paused. “Oh, would you, um, do you want my number? In case you have any questions or anything?”

His eyes widened a bit at your question, clearly not having expected that to be the next thing you said. Still, he nodded, if out of bewilderment than anything else. “Okay.”

He dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you. You quickly added your name and number to his contacts and handed the phone back to him. “Anything comes up, feel free to text or call or whatever.”

“Thank you.” He said, eyes looking at your contact listing in his phone.

“No problem! I’ll see you next week.”

“See you.”

The week went by faster than Bucky had thought it would. Trying to figure out what it was like to just be a regular person after everything that happened was more time consuming than he thought it was going to be. He didn’t know how he simultaneously felt like he wasn’t doing anything at all, while also being so busy all the time. If it hadn’t been for the alarm on his phone, he would’ve completely forgotten that it was already time for group again.

His second session went by much like his first. He didn’t really talk. At least this time he got the chance to introduce himself. Still, he did more listening than anything else. He sat next to you again, the two of you making small talk before and after the group session.

And that was how it went for the next couple weeks. He’d say a few words here and there during sessions sometimes, but he was never one to have much of a monologue. You could tell that he was still fighting to get comfortable with the idea of sharing, but at least he was still showing up. That meant something—you of all people would know. Each week that went by, you always offered to grab a bite or some coffee when group was over, and every week he always found a kind way to say no. You didn’t take it personally—he didn’t seem like the type to be much of a social butterfly.

That was why, when the fourth week rolled around and you didn’t see Bucky there, you were a little worried but not too much. No one was held to the standard of having to show up every week. You just did it because you knew that you needed it. He was probably just busy.

When group ended and you checked your phone, you saw a text from an unknown number. Normally, your automatic reaction was just to delete them. But when you read the preview of the message in your notification bar, you had a pretty good idea of who it was.

“Sorry I didn’t make it tonight. Can I still cash in on the offer to get coffee?” You were about to start typing out a response when a second text came in. “This is James btw”

For some reason that caused more concern than him not showing up did. You instantly replied, “Of course. Got a place in mind?”

A few texts later the two of you had settled on a spot. It was within walking distance of the hospital, and it had you wondering if it was also within walking distance of his apartment, or maybe he was coming from somewhere else entirely.

When you walked through the door of the diner, the first thing that you did was look around to see if he was already there. Sure enough, he was sitting at one of the booths in the back of the restaurant. He had the same baseball cap as usual on, pulled down so that it was covering most of his face. He still had his hoodie and jacket on, so either he hadn’t been there long or he just hadn’t been comfortable enough to take them off.

You made your way back to the booth where he was sitting, sliding in across from him. When his eyes snapped up to yours, you could see the exhaustion all over his face. You tried not to let your expression falter too much as you got situated. “Hey, James.” You paused for a moment. “Everything, um, everything okay?”

The answer seemed obvious but you figured that he wasn’t going to come right out and say anything without asking. He nodded, picking at the edge of the napkin in front of him. “Long day.”

You nodded slowly. “I get that. Do you…do you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “Not really.”

That was about what you had expected. “Okay.” There was a brief pause in your conversation as the waitress stopped at your table, asking for your order and taking right off again when you asked for two coffees. When she was gone, you picked right back up where you’d left off. “Want to listen to me talk?”

He looked up at you at the sound of that question. It wasn’t what he had been expecting. Still, he found himself nodding.

You gave a warm smile as you leaned forward, bracing your arms against the edge of the table between you. “Want me to talk about group stuff? Or not group stuff?”

He gnawed at his bottom lip, considering the question for a moment before finally answering, “Group stuff.”

“So, let me think.” You lightly drummed your fingers on the tabletop. “You already know about my rampant insomnia and occasional night terrors,” you made light of your own struggles to cope with it, and if nothing else you hoped that he would at least find you to be an amusing distraction from whatever was bothering him, “but I’ve never actually talked about what landed me in group with Dr. Anderson, have I?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

“It’s not, you know,” you hesitated for a moment, “it’s not like what you’ve been through per se.” There was no point in pretending that you hadn’t learned about who he was in the last month of seeing him at the hospital every week. “But, I was getting towards the end of my second tour. I was thinking about extending it, coming back for a third. You know how it goes. Can’t…can’t leave the war once you’re in it. I only had a couple weeks left, which felt like no time at all and also the longest fourteen days possible. We were on our way back to base one night when our vehicle got hit. Came outta fucking nowhere.” You shook your head. “There were six of us packed in there, only two of us made it out. It was…it was a mess.”

The words, “I’m sorry,” were on the tip of Bucky’s tongue, but if anyone knew how useless apologies were, it was him.

You pushed up the sleeve of your hoodie that was covering your right arm, revealing a pattern of scarring that Bucky instantly recognized as burn scars. “Not quite as cool as a metal arm,” you joked despite the tears starting to sting at your eyes, “but you know, some chicks still dig it.”

The conversation was halted again when your waitress reappeared with coffees for both of you. She was about to ask if you were ready to order anything else when she saw the looks on both of your faces. Reading the room, she said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes for your orders.”

Sniffling and blinking the tears away, you reached for a few packets of sugar to tear and pour into your coffee. “So, as you can imagine, I was a little unwell after all of that. Didn’t even finish out my last two weeks. Got sent home, and got funneled right into the VA hospital. I’ve worked with Dr. Anderson ever since. He now has me on a strict regimen of three sessions a week—one group, two individual.”

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly at that. “Wow.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your coffee. “It’s a lot, but I need it. It’s, you know, it’s good for me.”

“It helps?” he asked.

You nodded with no hesitation. “It does. I know I still talk about having trouble sleeping and stuff, but when I first came home they pretty much had to sedate me. It was,” you let out a hollow laugh, “it was not good. If I didn’t have him, and some other really good doctors with good meds to level me out, I don’t think I’d still be here.”

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, letting the weight of your words hang in the air between you. Bucky had wondered in passing what had happened, the same way anyone would. If you hadn’t offered it up, though, he never would’ve asked.

Clearing your throat, you said, “You should eat something.” You took another sip of your coffee. “I know I’m going to.”

A small smile tried to curl the ends of his mouth. He knew that at this point you were probably assuming that he hadn’t eaten all day, and you were right. When the waitress came back over, you each placed an order before getting back to your conversation.

“I know it’s hard to think that things are gonna get better,” you told him honestly, “especially after everything you went through, but it will.”

“This your way of telling me not to miss group next week?” he asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

You laughed and shook your head. “No, no. I mean, I enjoy having you in group. I just,” you paused for a moment, “I’m not gonna pretend to know what happened today, or what you’ve gone through, but I’d hate to see anyone give up.”

“I don’t think that I can just tell everyone about everything. How do you get comfortable with that?”

You shook your head. “I don’t tell everyone everything. There’s a lot of shit that I only discuss one-on-one with Anderson. Some stuff I only talk about with my friend who went through it with me. The stuff I talk about in group is just what I’m comfortable discussing there.”

He nodded, the furrow in his brow deepening as he mulled over what you said. “Right.”

The waitress brought your orders over setting them down and promptly walking away again, realizing that the two of you were still very much involved in an intense conversation.

“You just need to find one person to start with,” you told him.

“Like a therapist?” he said, a bit of a joking sarcastic lilt to his voice.

You laughed, shrugging. “Yea. Or a friend.”

You noticed the way that those last three words gave him pause as he stared across the table at you. You gave him the illusion of privacy as you kept your eyes fixed on your plate. When a few more seconds of silence went by, you looked back up at him, only to find him still looking at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite figure out. Regardless, there was a smile on your face that was warm enough to let him know that you were alright as long as he was.

After a few more minutes of silence with the two of you eating, he said, “I didn’t recognize where I was when I woke up this morning.” He waited to see your reaction, but when you didn’t flinch at his statement, he continued. “It was my apartment, but I didn’t…at first…I thought…”

“And then once you realized, you didn’t want to leave.”

He nodded once. “Yea.”

“That…that happen a lot?”

“Not a lot. More than it should.”

“You made it here, though.”

He scoffed, frustrated with himself. “Only took me—”

You cut him off, “But you did it. That’s progress.”

Some of the tension melted out of his shoulders as he conceded with a nod. The two of you went back to eating after that, exchanging an occasional remark here and there, but for the most part just soaking up the comfort between you.

You tried to pay for the meal, but Bucky insisted, so you let him have that. The two of you walked out together, lingering on the sidewalk once you were outside.

“I’m glad you reached out,” you told him with a nod as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jeans.

Embarrassment flashed across his face for a moment but he agreed, “Me too. Thanks, you know, for this.”

You smiled. “Any time.” There was a pause and then you asked, “I’ll see you next Wednesday?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Next Wednesday, yea.”

“Good. Take care of yourself, alright?”

“You too.”

You laughed. “I will. Goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight.” He watched as you turned and went to walk down the sidewalk towards your own apartment. You got a couple steps away before he finally got himself to say your name and get your attention. When you turned back around to face him, he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Bucky. My, my friends call me Bucky.”

A warm feeling washed over you as you took in the weight of what he’d just said. You smiled as you amended your previous statement, “Goodnight, Bucky.”

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[de-facto-slut]

° Our Little Secret °

( Dark! Steve Rogers X Female Reader )

A/N: I was suddenly hit with this idea like a ton of bricks. It’s a little rough and hasn’t been proofread but enjoy.

Summary: Captain America tags along on a work trip.

Warning ⚠️: Minors DNI. 18+ . Nonconsensual, Dubious Consent, very public sex, humiliation, degradation, Chikan, Oral male receiving, somnophilia, NSFW,  this is not an exhaustive list.

Did you read the warnings? Proceed. . .

It was a long and exhausting week at Avengers HQ. Honestly, every week was a hard one. Most of the time some of the stuff you dealt with seemed beyond the scope of your degree. This was not a job for the faint of heart, from alien invasions to near-apocalyptic events. You found yourself working long days and even longer nights cleaning up after these heroes. Luckily, Tony was kind enough to reward all the staff in the administrative and business departments with a trip to a ski resort on Whiteface Mountain in Wilmington, New York. At first, you didn’t even want to go, you would have been fine with a weekend at home. A chance to catch up on cleaning, chores, and errands you had neglected for work. 

Yet, there you were standing outside Avengers HQ with your packed bags among your excited co-workers. Your friends had convinced you to go after you shared the details of the trip with them. Their logic was sound. You could not skip an all-inclusive trip on Mr. Stark's bill. 

There was a long row of charter buses lined up on the street before you. You eventually made your way over to a line as you watched your colleagues hand over their bags before loading the bus and you eventually followed suit. You thanked the driver before getting on the bus to find a seat. Fortunately for you, you managed to get on the bus early so you had a chance to pick the optimal seat, and for you, that was the back.  You made your way to the second to last row and chose the seat by the left side window.                                                                                                                                                          

 As the bus began to load, you turned on your earbuds and placed them in your ear hoping to catch up on some sleep on the four-hour drive upstate. Once your music began to play, you sank into your seat and closed your eyes waiting for sleep to take you. It hadn’t been more than two minutes before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You opened one of your eyes and both of them widened in surprise before you immediately removed your headphones.

“Cap-Captain? What are you doing here?” You were embarrassed at how you choked on your words, but he didn’t seem to take notice. You have seen him enough times to know what he looked like, even in a plain sweater and a baseball cap.

“Please, it’s just Steve. I thought it would be good if I tagged along. Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No! Go ahead!” You replied as you moved your things from the seat beside you and placed them between your legs. He promptly took a seat and looked around the bus. Everyone else seemed to be just as surprised as you were. This wasn’t your first time meeting Steve Rogers. You had run into him often in the elevator, you normally would carry on short polite conversations. But nothing noteworthy he’d remember. You hardly ran into any of the other Avengers despite working in the same building. You just handled the paperwork they often neglected or didn’t care to think about.

But, of all the things you would never expect, you would have never expected to see the Captain tagging along on a work trip. Ever since you started this job there was a clear division, the little guys and the big guys. And the Big guys had a Quinjet to get to and from, Steve didn’t need to ride a charter bus. Not to mention none of the actual Avengers members went on work trips or participated in most work events. 

You shifted in your seat, you never realized just how big he was until now. His body looked massive in the bus seats. They weren’t built for men like him.

“ Am I taking up your space?” he asked a look of concern on his face. 

You shook your head, “ No, you’re fine.” you lied.

“Good to hear. Sorry, I decided to join the trip last minute and didn’t think they would have any seats left,” he admitted. 

You looked slightly confused, and your lips moved faster than you could stop them, “ Why did you?” you suddenly kicking yourself with how the question came out. “ Sorry I-”

He cut you off with a chuckle, “ I miss the simple things like bus rides and getting to know people. I get to travel the world but never get to see it or enjoy it, you know?”

You nodded, “ Yeah, I think I get it.”

“Besides, you guys keep us running, so why not spend quality time together with the ‘whole team’,’” he added, leaning back into the chair in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“I figured you guys would be too busy to consider the whole team,”

“Yeah, now the team has expanded; I can afford a few days to myself.” He explained.

“And you want to spend them on a work trip with ‘team’ members you’ve never met?”

“Well, you’re a friendly face, Y/N, was it?” he asked.

You’re eyes widened slightly as you flashed him a shy smile. “ Oh, so you remember me?”

You had told him your name once in passing.

“ The Elevator. Floor 15.” 

“ Wow, that’s an impressive memory,” you said, genuinely surprised.

“I never forget a friendly face,” he stated.

You replied with a smile. It did make you feel warm inside to be noticed by The Steve Rogers. So many people would sell their souls just to be seen by an Avenger, and there you were, boring office worker, and he remembered you. 

“Oh! by the way, how did that date go?” he suddenly asked.

“Date?” You asked. 

You were confused for a moment before you suddenly remembered.

It had been a day when you knew you’d leave the office late, and you had scheduled a date for that day—poor planning on your part. A guy, Nathaniel, who you had been chatting with for months and finally had the courage to meet. You had to rush and get changed in the ladies’ room that night. When you had gotten to the elevator, you were surprised to be greeted by Steve. You had never seen him leaving the office so late. He was a true gentleman that night. You made small talk. He complimented your appearance and wished you luck. Steve even insisted on walking you to your car, since it was late and claimed that parking garages were no place for a lady at night.

“Oh, that date. It didn’t go so well. He...uh...never showed.” you explained, slightly embarrassed. 

Steve’s face was unreadable for a moment, and you could swear that you saw something flash behind his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it was there.

“ I’m sorry to hear that. The guy doesn’t know what he missed out on. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” he mentioned sympathetically. 

You shrugged your shoulders before giving a soft nod, “ You’re right. Thank you,” You smiled, “It’s just that dating is hard these days. Not everyone is Captain America-” you quickly stopped yourself. “ I mean, not everyone shares your values,” you corrected.

He smiled, “ Ah yes, I’m America’s golden boy. Can’t top that.” he joked. “ Honestly, I don’t know how you guys do it these days with all those dating apps.”

You made an exaggerated disgusted face, and he laughed.

“ Yeah, it isn’t ideal, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about the perils of dating in the 21st century.”

He raised a curious eyebrow, “ What do you mean?”

“I’m sure women throw themselves at you.” He was handsome; there was no denying that, and there was no way he wasn’t aware of that fact.

He chuckled before shaking his head, “ Surprisingly, that makes things even more difficult. I can’t tell who is generally interested in Steve, not Captain America.”

You tilted your head slightly and poked your tongue into your cheek “ Yeah, I guess I didn’t consider that angle,”

He shrugged and leaned back into his chair, “ Most people don’t.” He glanced down at the headphones in your hand. “ Oh, but don’t let me keep you from enjoying the ride.”

You followed his eyes to your hands and quickly tucked the earbuds away in your pocket, “ No! That’s okay! I just wasn’t expecting a seat buddy for the ride, let alone one I could talk to.” 

Steve smiled at your comment and softly nodded his head in response. When would they be another opportunity to talk to an Avenger? Let alone the ‘Captain America’.

“ Well, feel free to let me know when you’ve had enough of me...”

“Oh no, I don’t think that’ll happen.”

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You made it through the first half of the ride talking about all sorts of things with Steve. He told you about his adventures and missions over the years and you listened intently. You preferred when he talked because your life sounded dull in comparison. He didn’t talk about his feats like someone who just wanted to brag, he was actually quite humble and down to earth.

Before you knew it, the buses had stopped at a rest area to allow passengers the chance to stretch and use the bathroom. The sun was setting now, as you stood outside in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, New York with your arms wrapped around yourself to protect from the cold. Honestly, any place outside the city seemed like the middle of nowhere to you. The moment you and Steve got off the bus, he was bombarded by the other employees asking him questions. They kept him busy by asking for pictures to autographs or trying to get stories out of him. You left him to his fans as you made yourself busy. You checked your phone as you stretched your legs while walking around the rest area.

Eventually, you made your way back to your bus. You were about to climb back on when you heard your name being called, “ Y/N!”

You turned to see Steve approaching you with two steaming cups in his hands.

“ I thought you could use a pick-me-up to make it through the remainder of the ride,” he lifted the cup offering it to you.

“ Oh, thank you, that’s very thoughtful. sadly, I can’t drink coffee,”

“It’s tea,” he replied.

Your eyes widened in surprise, “ In that case thank you, I love a good tea.”

Steve simply nodded and smiled in response. “You’re welcome. Ready for the rest of the journey? Hope I haven’t been boring you.”

“ No, not at all! Your stories are the stuff of movies,” you joked as you climbed back onto the bus. You both took your seats as you opened the lid of the tea and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

“ Mmm...that’s good,” you complimented as you settled back into your seat.

“ Glad you think so, I was hoping I didn’t overdo it with the honey,”

“No, I’m actually guilty of  using a lot of honey in my tea.”

“I’m glad I nailed the taste,”

You were appreciative of him and his presence on the bus. It was so easy to talk to him about anything, something you didn’t expect. Not only that, but he was attentive to whatever you said. The conversation flowed easily between you two. He kept you entertained with his endless stories and jokes. That’s why you were surprised when the first yawn came.

“Oh, I’m sorry I think my lack of sleep is catching up to me,”

“It’s okay, I know everyone has been working overtime...” he said gently placing a hand on your knee. “ Feel free to sleep the rest of the trip, I won’t bore you with my stories,”

“You weren’t, I wanted to hear more,” you replied, you hadn’t immediately noticed his hand still on your knee.  His thumb was drawing circles on your skin. Normally you would have moved your knee away or politely bring attention to the invasion of space. But, for some reason, you could not formulate the words. It was as if the act itself was paralyzing you. You finally moved your hand atop of his to gently move it away, but instead, it stayed there.

“Steve...”

“Hm?” He hummed unconcerned.

“I don’t feel too well...” your mumbling was hardly coherent.

“ Shh, it’s okay....here,” he whispered. His hands moved from your knees to your thighs, but you could barely register what was happening.

 “ Just relax...” was the last thing you heard before feeling like you were being submerged in water.

⚠️

When you eventually came to your head felt full of buzzing bees. You weren’t sure when or for how long you were asleep. However, you could feel the slight jostle of the bus as it was still in motion. You blinked a few times your vision still blurry as your head swayed. You attempted to bring your hand up to cradle your head, but your arms were way too heavy. You tried to call for Steve, but when you swallowed your mouth was too dry to manage more than a pitiful groan. 

“There she is...” you heard Steve whisper in a low tone. “ I was worried for a second, maybe the tea was too much.” 

“ T-tea?” you finally managed to get out the words feeling like sandpaper against your tongue. What was he talking about?  You blinked a few times, your vision cleared, and you noticed Steve leaning over you.

“It was just a little something to get you to relax,”

Your eyes followed his arm as he reached between your legs. Your eyes widened at the fact that your leggings were pooled at your ankles exposing your cotton panties. How had you not noticed? You tried to close your thighs together and reached for his arm in an attempt to stop him, but your grip was weak and he simply shrugged you off, forcing your legs wider.

“S-steve Stop!” You tried to scoot further from him and against the window.

 He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back toward him and quickly covered your mouth, “Shhh...” he whispered a smirk slowly appearing on his face as he pointed to the rest of the bus.  Confident in his threat he removed his hand from your mouth.

 “ You always were so quiet. Standing in the back of the elevator hoping not to be noticed. Oh, but I noticed you, those tight little skirts you wear, the way you bite your lips when you were thinking too hard.” he replied in a low voice careful that any of the other passengers wouldn’t hear him. “ I was going to wait until we got to the resort but...you just made it hard,”  His hand made his way back in between your thighs where his thumb began to circle the swell of your clit through your panties. You could feel the wetness that had already formed while you were passed out.

Steve dipped his head into the crook of your neck and peppered kisses on your skin. His tongue glided against your skin as you tried to push him off of you, but he felt as if he weighed a ton. You were weakened by whatever he gave you plus he was Captain America, a god among men. You can hear him as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell for help. But you also didn’t want the attention, just as he threatened.

"Steve Please-" you begin but he quickly covered your mouth. " Sweetheart, there will be plenty of time for begging," he cooed as he managed to free himself from his jeans.

Before you could think he grabbed a fistful of your hair as he sat back into his seat pulling you down towards his lap where his cock poked through the zipper of his jeans.

"In your mouth." He slapped the side of your cheek lightly, but you did not move immediately. Instead, your eyes were focused on the seat across the aisle with your sleeping colleague in it. You had a hard time coming to terms with what was happening. "Sweetheart, I don't like repeating myself." 

Tears sprang to your eyes but you knew it would be better to just comply.  Maybe if you did what he wanted it would be over quicker. You wet your plump lips before taking him in. The taste of him evaded your mouth, his precum coating your tongue. Head thrown back, he released a low grunt, "Atta girl."

The grip on your hair was tighter, as he moved your up and down his cock. You took him down your throat best you could as he held you there. Your spit pooled at the base of his length as you tapped him to let you up for air. "Ah, fuck you're good at this," he complimented before forcing you down again. “ You could quit your job and become my personal cock sucking slut.” Closing your eyes you did your best to tune everything out and just focus on the task at hand. Maybe the quicker he finished the quicker this would be over.

Before you could totally focus on blocking everything out he suddenly yanked you off of him causing you to yelp. “ Uh uh, not yet,” he pulled you onto his lap and made quick work of your leggings. He placed his hands on inside your thighs spreading them. He slowly began to grind himself against the flimsy wet cotton that kept him from your entrance. “ I can’t tell you how long I have waited for this. All the different places I thought about taking you...yet surprisingly a bus was not one of them,” 

He lifted you slightly pulling your panties to the side and reaching under you to take his cock into his hand. He pumped it once before sliding it against your wet lips. He moved his hands to your hips as he moved against you. His fingers dug into your hips, his grip capable of leaving bruises. It was as if he wanted to snap you in half, but instead of crushing you, which he could have easily done, he aligned himself with your entrance and thrusted upwards impaling you. He released a deep groan.

His entry burned and stretched your walls as you weren't completely ready to receive him. You released a pained groan and Steve immediately moved to cover your mouth. "You don't want  everyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are... do you?"

You immediately felt panicked as you looked around the bus, everyone either sleeping or consumed by whatever media they entertained themselves with. Steve's hand left your mouth traveling to your neck where he tightened his hold on you. He pushed you back into him so that your back was flush with his chest.  You could hear him breathe as his lips were against your ear. His hips were still as if he were giving you a moment to adjust to his size. 

"Please- please let me go...I won't tell anyone..." you begged. "Oh, I know you won't." He replied. "Who is going to believe you? I'm America's Golden Boy." He gave a sharp thrust of his hip and you released a silent sob. He began to move slowly, not out of comfort for you, but not to draw attention to the both of you. 

He released a hiss, " Fuck Sweetheart, I knew your pussy would be the perfect fit." He slowly thrust into you, moving his hands under your thighs to lift your legs. If anyone were to turn around your pussy was completely exposed to them. You buried your face in your hands, as they grew wet from your tears. "Aw, you're crying. Don't cry."  He shushed you with gentle kisses on your cheek and neck. His kisses were a stark contrast to the brutal way he was handling your body.

"Don't act like you don't like it, you want this," he cooed into your ear. 

"No, Please it hurts." He gripped your chin tightly in his large hand, turning your head to face him. " Oh yeah? Then why the fuck are you drenching my cock?" He moved his fingers up his shaft gathering the wetness onto his fingers. He brought them up to your eyes to see. " See that? See how you’re reacting to me? I can feel you squeezing my cock " He brought his fingers to your lips and you immediately turned your head away from him.

"Clean them up." He ordered. But you still refused to look in his direction. You heard his tongue click and he released your hips before pressing his fingers to your lips while his other hand held your jaw aggressively. The pressure caused you to loosen your jaw for relief and he stuck his fingers right in. You feared he would actually snap your jaw, as you knew him to be capable of. You hesitated but moved your tongue to lap your essence from his fingers. " That's my good girl." He groaned into your ear. And he resumed his slow pace of thrusting into you.

" I won't have to hurt if you just comply. I can make you feel better than Nathaniel could ever."

Nathaniel. That was the man you were supposed to meet on the date that one night you stood up. How did he know his name? You never mentioned his name before. “ H-how?” you managed to ask despite his fingers in your mouth.

“ Like I said sweetheart, I wanted this for a long time. I wasn’t going to let some nobody take what is mine.”  Steve slowed taking slow deliberate strokes inside of you. His cock repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. One of his hands lifted your sweater exposing your breasts as he took a nipple between his fingers. As much as you hated the thought, his fingers were skilled at torturing you. You involuntarily released a moan.

“ That’s it, sweetheart. No need to fight it,” 

Your mind was reeling and it was hard to think about anything other than how he was making you feel. Against your wishes, your body reacted in favor of Steve’s ministrations. He squeezed your hips again and his thrusts become harder, “ Fuck! The way your pussy is gripping my cock...”  Breath hitching you grip the seat in front of you, and you can feel yourself unraveling. A spring within you threatening to pop. Steve’s hands leave your nipple and grab a fistful of hair turning your head to face him and you try not to meet his eyes. “ Look at me when you drench my cock in your cum.” And reluctantly your eyes meet his.

He slams himself into you again lifting your leg to rest on the seat’s armrest. You can’t help but shake, sinking your nails into his thigh as your head pounds. Your pussy clenches down on his cock tightly and you try to muffle your moan into his shoulder. “ That’s a good girl...” Your vision goes white yet you still feel him burying himself deep inside of you. His thrusts are slow as he comes inside of you. He makes sure to bury himself inside of you as he continues to fill you. 

He lets out a relieved sigh as you you try to fight the urge to cry.  He pushes you off of him and you could feel his cum dripping onto your seat. You quickly pull your sweater down and reach for your leggings feeling utterly humiliated. He chuckles catching your attention as he looks past you and out of the window.

“Would you look at that? We are already here and that means I have a whole weekend to break you in.”

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[last-herondale]

Bewitching Hour

Bucky Barnes x FemReader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol use, mentions of blood, spicy 🌶️ topics 👀

Hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of +18 stuff if ya know what I mean 😏

It’s weeks after your rescue mission and luckily Bucky is on the mend. Unfortunately, your actions on the field have you wrapped up in the biggest trial of your life. While the rest of the team votes on your future, you decide to hit up a bar and drink away your problems.

A/N: Someone suggested on my previous Bucky fic to write another piece on this storyline and i had some stroke of writers inspiration, which is very rare to come by nowadays 😩 So onwards with the y/n reader who has shadow powers and a super soldier for a boyfriend! 🫡

So this is part 2 of what I’m calling the Midnight Series. I will update my master list and link here.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

Clubs were not your scene. At first you tried a small run down bar you found in Hell’s Kitchen and that was packed on a Friday night with people from all walks of life. You had a few beers, but decided you needed somewhere different. Somewhere no one would notice you in a sea of people. Where you could drink your feelings away on what would probably be your last night of freedom.

You found a popular club not too far from the bar. The air was thick with the hot air emanating from the crowd as they danced to a booming beat. You sat at the far end of the bar, downing your 5th shot of vodka. The drink was horse piss compared to the stuff Stark stocked at the compound, but it would do for tonight.

“Another round miss?” The bartender asked, making her way down the bar as people clambered to get their drink. Her tank top was low cut, showing off her commodities that probably earned her extra tips on busy nights like these. “A double this time,” you respond, sliding over a few bills. The bartender didn’t bat an eye as she poured your drink and immediately moved on to the next customer.

Your hand shook a bit as you went to grab the glass. I should definitely stop. You thought. You had went out in the dance floor earlier, feeling the need to do something—anything to take your mind off your situation. Dancing had been a sort of release, letting your body move to the beat, letting yourself meld into the crowd like anyone else. Now you were flushed, sweating, and in your eyes—not drunk enough. I should stop. I will… after this…

Just as your fingertips touched the glass, a familiar gloved hand beat you to it and pulled the glass out of your reach. You looked up with blazing anger, your eyes turning dark at your thief. You had already been hit on by four guys, each one reeking of alcohol as the night progressed. You were one drunk idiot away from losing your shit. You felt a slight stream of smoke begin to encircle your closed fist until you recognized the man in front of you.

Immediately your eyes softened as they settled on Bucky’s concerned face. He still had harsh bruises scattered on his skin, most of them a pale yellow as they neared healing completely. He wore a dark baseball cap and a pair of phony glasses in order to blend in. While you were one of the few avengers that no one recognized, Bucky did not have the same luxury. The sight of him made your chest tighten. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him sometimes, especially when he looked at you like this…

“Hey Buck,” you said softly, averting your eyes from him. You figured he would find you sooner or later. You left your phone at the compound when you left. It was a dangerous game to play, especially since you weren’t supposed to leave the compound in the first place. But you needed an escape, and telling Bucky would have complicated things. You wondered how many times he had called, wondering where you were in a panicked state.

“Hey Doll,” he replied with equal tenderness. He leaned onto the bar, fiddling with the shot glass in his hand, being careful to not spill its contents.

“You’ve been hard to find today.” The music around you boomed and his voice barely cut through the noise. You had to strain yourself to hear him, especially being inebriated, but you knew he would hear you just fine.

You shrugged. “I didn’t really feel like being around when the hammer dropped, ya know? If they decide to arrest me…” you willed yourself to look at the man you loved.

You were on the borderline of being drunk, and your vision danced a bit as you looked at him. He gave you a soft look, his eyes seemed to shimmer in the lights of the bar. “I didn’t want to make it easy for them.”

“They aren’t going to arrest you,” Bucky insisted. “Steve wouldn’t-“

“Of course he fucking would!” You yelled. Bucky did not react to your outburst, which made the anger in your core flicker even more.

“Fuck Steve! He’s the one that called this meeting in the first place. He wants to see me punished—I know he does. I mean come on Buck, I broke protocol, I defied his orders— I killed… so many people…” your memories flashed to that day.

The mission was the most important thing to you ever. You looked at Bucky again, and used one hand to remove the glasses from his face. He let you remove them and cup his cheek as you ran a gentle thumb over one of his fading bruises.

“I would do it all again. Every single fucking thing. I don’t care if they hate me for it—”

Bucky placed his hand over yours. You stood there a moment in silence as the rest of the bar roared around you. He always made it feel as if nothing in the world mattered but the two of you. As if the rest of the world sipped away into the background. You smiled at him, wondering how you could have ever been so lucky as to live a man like him. You stood from your chair, wobbling a bit as you regained your balance.

“I wanna dance,” you said, taking hold of his hand, “If it’s my last night of freedom, I want to have fun.” You tried to pull him with you to the dance floor but he didn’t budge. He just looked at you with a steady look.

“Y/n, let me take you home,” Bucky said. You frowned and let go of his hand. You began to back away from him and slip further into the group of dancing people. He called out for you again, but you had already lost yourself in the sea of people.

The music seemed to fill your senses. You danced and moved your body freely, wanting nothing more than to be taken by the moment. You let your hair down, spinning and feeling free in your drunken state. You felt Bucky’s hand on your shoulder and you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. People danced around you as you looked into Bucky’s eyes. He still had a look of concern, but there was something else in his eyes. A spark of something deeper— something wild.

“Dance with me James,” you whisper in his ear, biting at his neck as you pull him closer. He could smell the liquor on your breath and he sighed.

“You know you want to,” you teased. You slid your hands from his neck down to his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt as you swayed to the beat. He couldn’t help but smirk at you, moving his hands ever so slowly to your waist.

You smiled brilliantly at this, and he pulled you in closer, his fingers gripping your hips as he stayed there inches away from your face. He was teasing you with his mouth, his lips parted over so slightly in a grin. You wanted to fuck him right there on the dance floor. You inched a bit closer and could smell the hint of vodka on his breath. Your eyes lit up.

Got ‘em.

The two of you danced together, a series of movements that pushed and pulled the two of you part like magnets. Everything else blurred away, and all you felt was the freedom and love and heat from Bucky. The way he looked at you, eyes blown wide when you moved against him, how he touched you in public, gentle yet firm to keep you close to him. It made everything disappear—for a little bit.

Memories from that mission flashed in your head. Dead hydra soldiers scattering the floor. The image of them choking on your shadows—the feeling of their life leaving their bodies. You told yourself it was worth it—believed in the moment it was right—

You stopped dancing and swayed a bit, holding onto Bucky’s shoulder. He steadied you and looked you over, his chest rising and falling from the dancing.

“What’s wrong doll?” The images flashed through your mind again. Bucky, beaten near an inch of his life, his metal arm on the operation table. Your stomach lurched. Sweat beaded on your forehead and the world seemed to tilt a bit under the neon lights.

“I think I’m gonna be sick— I need to get out of here.”

He pulled you by the hand gently.

“Come on,” he said as he wrapped one hand around your waist, guiding you as you stumbled a bit, “let’s get you out of this shithole.”

“Just don’t take me back— please. I can’t—“

He shushed you gently as you made your way out of the club and into the cool night air. There was a cab outside and Bucky helped you get in the car. You didn’t hear where he told the driver to go, but he insisted he was not taking you back to the compound.

“I won’t take you back sweetheart, I promise. Just relax and please try not to vomit on my nice jacket,” He teased and wrapped his arm around you as you leaned your body into his.

The idea of vomiting up the cheap liquor made you almost dry heave once. You groaned a bit as You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. The smell of him was enough to calm your stomach for the rest of the ride.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against him, “I’m a mess. I ruin everything.” Tears began to spill down your cheek and soak into the front of his shirt. Bucky ran his hand through your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“You dont ruin anything doll. You are perfect. You are wonderful. You are everything to me. I am alive because of you, you know that right? Hydra is gone because of you—“

“Because I killed them. I— I slaughtered them. I know I should feel some sort of regret for that… but when I think back to that day— when all I could think of was you—“ you shook your head against him.

“What they did to you— what they have already done to you over the years… Im sorry, Buck, but I don’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it all again to save you. Maybe Steve is right— maybe I should be locked away for what I am—I’m no good— I’m a monster—“

“No.” Bucky said harshly, nearly growling against your ear. “Never think that. Do you hear me?”

His tone was a sharp blade in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, and yet here he was consoling you in the middle of the night—chasing after you like a damned child. You felt pathetic, but said no more. You just nodded once, wiping at your tears as he continued to stroke your hair.

Bucky also remained silent as the cab arrived at its destination. You looked out the window once the car stopped and were surprised by what you saw. You were outside of an old apartment building. You recognized it immediately as Bucky’s old hideout. Not even Steve knew about this safe house. Bucky paid the driver and helped you out of the car. He walked with you to the edge of the building, leaning up against the brick wall as he removed his hat. The night air swirled through his hair and he sighed.

“Any better?” He asked, watching you as you sat on the sidewalk, resting your back against the brick. The cool air was comforting, and the wave of nausea seemed to pass ever so slowly. You nodded and tilted your head back.

“Some hero I am, huh?” You laughed dryly. Bucky huffed out a small laugh.

“You know, I ask myself that almost every damn day.” You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to him with a sad smile.

“What a pair we make, eh?”

Bucky looked down at you, his expression thoughtful—but sad.

“Doll,” he sighed gently, lifting his head to look out into the night sky again. “I wish I could tell you—no show you— just how… important you are to me.” He struggled to find his words, but they made you freeze in place as he continued.

“I know what it’s like to do horrible things. Terrible, regrettable, and unforgiving things… To be haunted by the past—“ he looked down at this metal hand.

“To not be able to look yourself in the mirror most nights…”

He clenched his hand into a tight fist and exhaled slowly before turning to face you again. He held out his hand to you, and you didn’t hesitate to take it. He pulled you to your feet, guiding you closer until his hands were on your waist again.

“I used to believe that there was nothing I deserved more than to be punished for my sins. That I was a monster beyond saving. But then I met you, my little shadow monster. You saw in me what no one else believed existed—you saw the man, flaws and all. And you gave me something i never thought I deserved.”

His eyes glistened in the moonlight as he searched your face with the sweetest tenderness. As if he saw the world in your eyes.

“You gave me hope, y/n.”

A smile broke across your face as you cried and laughed. Bucky returned your smile and you pulled him in by his neck for a kiss. His mouth was gentle and sweet against yours. He pulled you closer, murmuring sweet nothings against your mouth as your tears fell down your face. The soft breeze tousled both your your hair, causing yours to swirl behind you like ribbons.

Bucky pulled away slightly, leaving his forehead tipped against yours.

“I love you, y/n. God, I love you so damned much.” You gave out a relieved laugh, and thumbed a stroke on the back of his neck.

“And I adore you,” you whispered. He pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his strong arms around you, kissing your cheeks until your tears disappeared on his lips.

“We are going to figure this out. Whatever comes our way. I promise.”

Your stomach tightened on the last part. You had made Bucky a similar promise. One you had failed to keep—one you were currently paying for. You thought about what kind of power this love held over you—over him. You were willing to destroy your life in order to keep Bucky safe— to prevent him from ever going back to being on the run, being hunted, being alone. As you held the weight of the world in your arms, you felt a sickening hole rip through your chest.

You knew what you had to do for Bucky—always for Bucky.

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The hat-rule

A/N: hi! Finally a post on this blog without being shadowbanned:p but you can still follow my other blog; @rogerswifesblog-updates I don’t remember how this idea come into my mind (probably some tiktok or smth) but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!!

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cowboy!Reader (cowgirl?)

Summary: Steve puts readers hat on not knowing the rule behind his actions.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, the cowboy hat rule, reader is described rather curvy I’d say, blow job, female masturbation, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, male masturbation (?)

Cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy'hat, you have to ride the cowboy!

It was a stupid idea, Steve thought. Going to a country club? He doesn’t even like that kind of music. But it also wasn’t his idea. It’s Clint’s turn to decide what they’re going to do on a Saturday night and that’s what he decided would be fun. Usually they made movie nights, cooking, baking or going out for drinks to some luxurious places (yeah, the last one is always on Tony).

„It’ll be fun, Cap. You can even ride the mechanic bull-we all should do it”, Clint grinned as they walked into the pub, he and Tony were wearing cowboy hats. They wanted Steve to wear one too, but he declined. It’s not really his thing. He rather wears his baseball cap, as low as possible, so nobody recognises him-even though he’s pretty sure with the other avengers this will happen either way.

Sighing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, sure. I can do that if you leave me alone about the hat. I won’t wear one”, he mumbled, as they sat down at a free table. Steve immediately caught someone’s eye; a pretty young lady sitting at another table nearby. She was a cow…girl? At least that’s what he assumed since you were wearing a cowboy hat. A sweet smile crept onto your lips when you looked right at him meeting his gaze.

Steve felt a blush forming over his cheeks, giving you a short smile he quickly looked away, straight into the eyes of a smirking Natasha. Her gaze told him she knew something-even though he had no idea what. She was looking at him like a predator at its prey. Like a shark. A grin crept onto her lips. All teeth.

But she didn’t say anything. Instead she took out a flask, giving it to him. The smell alone told Steve it was Asgardian alcohol.

So that’s how this evening is going to be. Fine.

After they all ordered the drink Steve asked for a shot Glass for himself, too, which he received without questions about the mysterious flask. That’s one of the little perks of being an Avenger. Nobody asked questions…

While they were talking and drinking one shot after another, he forgot about the pretty girl next to them. Only meeting your gaze a few times, always smiling at each other. You even once lifted your shot at him, signalizing him to drink-and he did it. Tony noticed it, of course, teasing him about it. “Well, well, Capsicle. A cowgirl?”, but Steve ignored him, as Natasha stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her.

“I dare you to ride the bull!” She knew Steve is always up for a challenge, so it didn’t surprise her when he took off his cap and jacket, throwing both in her open arms. “Watch me tame that beast”, he grinned, loud enough for the avengers and you to hear. The corners of your lips twitched and you put down your drink, to fully concentrate on the avengers that were walking closer to the mechanic bull, probably wanting to watch Steve and maybe try riding it themselves.

That’s gonna be a show.

The huge chunk of a man sat on the bull, not needing help getting onto its back. His cheeks wore a gentle blush, maybe from being tipsy or maybe from having this much attention from all the people around him.

When the bull started moving you immediately saw his legs tightening around it, his muscles flexing, thigh Firm and thick. You’d do anything to feel them thighten around your head…or riding one of his thighs, while he’d bounce it, moving his hands over your body, maybe squeezing your breasts…

You quickly shook these thoughts away, watching the blond still holding onto the bull, but seemingly struggling. Huh. You thought the Captain would be better than that-but before the 20th second could pass, Steve was thrown forward, falling right over the bulls head, landing on his but.

His gaze immediately fell to you, especially when he heard your soft, amused laugh. Once again he felt his blood rush to his face, making him blush a scarlet red. “Wow, Cap, you really show the bull how it’s done-“ Tony’s voice made him look at the man. “Well, yeah? Then do it better”, while Steve left the mats, Tony shrugged his suit jacket off. “You’ll be surprised Capsicle.”

All the Avengers tried riding the bull-Tony being thrown to the side only a bit after ten seconds, then Clint, who made a literal backflip when the bull started moving more suddenly-but he was longer on the bull than Steve, not really surprising anyone. Somehow everyone got used to Clint having weird skills, not knowing the reason for that. Especially not after seeing him pole dancing on an undercover mission.

“Come on, Nat, you should try it”, Clint grinned, but the redhead only laughed. “Yeah, no I’m good.”

Hearing that the Avengers were done, you stood up and walked straight up to the bull. “Then let me show you how to really tame the bull”, with that you hopped onto the bull, not even grabbing the rope. The guy operating the bull laughed loudly. “Well, our record holder, I see. Let’s not make it easy for you”, he tipped his head to you, Turing in the bull.

You’ve ridden the mechanic animal so many times, it’s not even a real challenge anymore. Your hips moved smoothly, sliding along with every move, thrusting forward…making Steve imagine your body naked, riding him. Sinking on his dick, sliding forward and back on his dick, your hands grabbing his pecks, maybe pinching his nipple lightly. Fuck. Thank god he was sitting with his jacket in his lap, otherwise he’d give the other people around him a bigger show than before.

He couldn’t stop his dick from tenting his jeans, as he watched your breasts jiggle with every movement, your ass bounce as the bull started shaking from side to side. With you bending forward he could look right into your cleavage. His dick twitched, while he couldn’t tear away his eyes from your breasts. Fuck, they looked so soft. If you’d let him fuck these? Maybe you’d wrap your plump lips around the leaking head of his cock.

Looking up you noticed Steve staring at you, squirming in his seat. He was observing you like a tiger. A hungry tiger, watching his prey.

Without thinking twice you grabbed your hat throwing it to Steve, who caught it out of reflex. The people around him immediately started cheering, Clint and Tony telling him to put it on, which seemed to confuse him.

And then he did it.

Some people that saw the interaction clapped their hands, Tony whistled and Steve just looked confused to Nat. She only grinned cheekily. Then Clint clapped him on the shoulder and Steve was totally puzzled.

…What just happened?

After a few more seconds you jumped down from the bull, walking straight up to him. Sitting, he had to look up at you, with the few inches you had now over him. Putting his hands on his wide shoulders, you stroked over them, massaging him gently. “You know what they say, Captain…wear the hat, ride the cowboy-or, well cowgirl in this case”, you purred in his ear. Of course, others still heard it. Especially Tony, who had been listening curiously as soon as you stepped up to Steve.

The color that was slowly coming back to normal on Steve's cheeks turned once again a dark red shade, creeping from under his button down right to the very end of his ears. “E-excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am, I’m sorry for taking your hat-my friend told me to wear it-I’m really sorry, ma’am”, Steve rambled, not understanding what you were talking about. Riding? You? Were you talking about…sex? Was he this obvious with his attraction towards you? Oh god, was he being a creep???

Your soft chuckle made him look back at you, not even having noticed he started nervously looking around. “Stevie, you have no idea what it means to wear this hat, huh?”, he shook his head, slowly taking off the hat and offering it back to you. You took it in your head, but put it back on his head instead of yours. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. It’s exactly what you think it is”, you grinned and it looked like Steve’s blush darkened if that was still possible.

His mouth agape, eyes big and curious roaming over your face…his hands slowly finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer. “So we-should we go now to your place? I’d like to-you know-do…it”, Steve mumbled, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. You took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Now, needing to look up at him, you winked at the man. “My place isn’t far away. Let’s get going and…I’ll show you some real riding”, with that you took your jacket from your booth, hearing as the avengers teased Steve. “I can’t believe we help Cap to get laid tonight-” “-don’t forget to use protection-“ “you’ll better endure longer than with the bull-” “hopefully you won’t get a heart attack old man-“

You couldn’t hear the rest after closing the pub doors and leaving the building. For a moment only sounds were coming from the cars passing by and people chatting, while you two walked the path, your arm around his, holding onto him.

“I’m Y/N”, you mumbled, only now noticing you haven’t introduced yourself yet. At least not properly. You knew who he was, probably most people in the pub knew it, but everyone was respectful and wouldn’t annoy them with autographs and pictures. In the end, the Avengers were just people. Well, maybe Tony Stark was…a bit different. But it’s Tony stark. Everyone knew him like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m-well, you know who I am”, he sighed, making you look up at him, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re Steve-an awful bull-rider if you ask me”, this made him chuckle lightly and he pulled you a bit closer against him.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, before kissing your head, making the two of you giggle. A few moments later you stopped at your complex building, taking out your key. “Here we are”, you grinned, already imagining Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin…suckling and licking at your soft spot at your throat. God, you couldn’t stop thinking about it all. But he stopped smiling, pulling away from you and looking down at the footpath.

“I…I’m not- I usually don’t do stuff like that, you should know”, he mumbled, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Was he talking about bull riding? Because you could see it, without him needing to clarify that. And you didn’t mind. “It’s okay. I’m not making fun of you, don’t worry-I mean, I’d rather made fun of Stark. He looked silly, you looked…well, pretty good”, Steve still seemed unsure and not amused, which made you furrow your eyebrows. A few seconds ago he was laughing? What happened?

Gently taking his hand out of his pocket, interlocking them you pulled Steve against you. Your other hand stroking over his cheek. “What is it Steve?”, you asked quietly. You could clearly see the blush still lingering on his pale skin.

He put his hand gently over yours, squeezing. “It’s-its the first time I left with someone-I mean I’m- I have done it but never with a stranger-not that I would mind if, because you’re really pretty and fuck-so sexy and hot-oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-I mean-god I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. It’s like my brain to mouth filter doesn’t work, Jesus, I’m so sorry”, he rambled, shaking his head.

When he looked back at you, you were grinning amused. All teeth, even with pretty dimples and little happy wrinkles surrounding your eyes. “Steve, we don’t have to do anything…we can just go up, sit down and watch a movie. I’ll make us something to eat…we don’t even have to kiss”, you reassured him.

Only then did he smile lightly before nodding. “But….I’d really like to kiss you”, it was only a whisper, barely audible. It still made your whole heart flutter, butterflies trying to erupt from under your skin, everything tingling…

God, did this man even know how pretty he was when smiling?

A second later Steve leaned down, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Unsure and hastily, yet it still managed to make your breath hitch.

Blushing Steve watched you for a moment, before once again kissing you, this time longer. A slow soft kiss, not erotic just…gentle. It’s like he was kissing you for the purpose of kissing, not to indicate anything sexual. It was really…nice. To be kissed like that.

Your hand found his neck, pulling him a bit closer, the hat on his head slowly sliding down. You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, while you pulled back and pushed the head in its place. “Let’s get inside. It’s getting cold”, you whispered, feeling your own blood rush to your cheeks.

After entering your apartment, you took off your boots, Steve doing the same with his shoes toeing them off. You shook your head lightly, grinning at the grown ass man, toeing off his shoes like a child. He shrugged, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t say anything. My mom hated it when I did that”, he grinned, not even noticing sharing such a memorie with a total stranger.

Laughing, you went to the kitchen to grab two beers. Of course Steve followed you like a lost puppy, looking around your apartment curiously. “Oh this is pretty”, Steve said, looking at one of your paintings. “Thanks, it’s…just a little hobby of mine”, you said smiling. Steve’s eyes immediately light up. “I love drawing too! And painting! What paint do you use?”

That’s how you two started talking about art supplies and other stuff, Steve having more knowledge than you, but still being patient and explaining everything to you. At this point you were both sitting on the couch, close enough for your thighs to touch.

Taking another sip of your beer your gaze fell to Steve’s head, still wearing your hat. Was he even aware of it? A small smile crept onto your lips. Steve followed your gaze, or tried to, looking up cross eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry”, he blushed, taking off his hat. His hair was sticking out in every direction, which he quickly tried to brush over with his hand. “You look cute with it”, you grinned, shrugging. You grabbed the hat again, putting it on his disheveled hair.

Only then did you notice how close you two were. His breathing against your soft skin…when did his hands land on your waist? Instead of pulling away you slowly stroking with your hand over his cheek and slowly down to his neck. Steve could hear your heartbeat quicken, when he slowly pulled you on his lap. His lips and nose caressing along your skin.

Then you felt his lips press against yours, kissing you gently, but hungry. His tongue exploring your mouth, kissing your teeth. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your hips press against his bulge. “Fuck”, he whispered, slowly kissing down your neck, while grabbing your hips and grinding his arousal against your crotch, making you gasp. He felt big, even though he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You reached with one hand to his zipper, slowly opening it, before pulling the pants a bit down with Steve’s help. While stroking his clothed cock you could feel him hardening beneath your palm. Your other hand started opening his button down.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, you whispered, leaning down and licking over one of his rosy nipples, listening to Steve’s moans, while he bucked into your palm. His tip had already left a wet spot on his boxer shorts from all the pre cum.

One of his hands grabbed your hair, pulling you in another bruising kiss, your lips already feeling raw from all the kissing. His grip on your hair tightened, while he grabbed your hand with the other one and guided you in his boxershorts, where he wrapped your hand around his cock.

Fuck.

Your fingers didn’t touch. They didn’t close around his girth. He was long, probably long enough to touch your cervix. Holy Jesus. You traced the vines with your fingers. You weren’t setted with just your imagination, so you broke up the kiss and looked down at his dick in your hand. “Fuck-wanna suck you off, steve. Please let me do that”, you nearly whined, already sliding down from his lap.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you’d get him fully in your mouth-and if you did, then your jaw would hate you for that. You could already feel the pain. Yet it didn’t stop you.

As soon as your knees hit the floor, you started licking his tip, circling his slit, before letting him glide in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him. You couldn’t. You had to feel him.

When you started to bob your head, you felt how your pussy started throbbing. Fuck, you’ve never been this hot for someone you just met. Opening your own pants you pushed your hand beneath your panties, already finding your pussy wet. Drenched. When you started circling your clit a moan escaped your lips, making Steve’s hips buck into your mouth. “Fuck-“, he grabbed your hair, pushing your head a bit lower. His cock hit your gag reflex, but with Steve’s movements he pushed past it, his dick filling your throat.

The slightly rougher treatment makes you even wetter, two of your fingers sliding easily in your cunt with a squelch. Steve chuckled at that. “My little slut, getting worked up while sucking my dick, huh?”, he whispered, moving your head over his dick like he pleased. And you let him.

You’d let him do anything and everything to you at this point.

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of dick. You only looked up at him, while he fucked your face like toy.

You really hadn’t expected him to turn into a rough dom, after being all shy and unsure the whole evening long. Somehow this made it all even better. And you wetter.

“Baby-fuck, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth-you’d like that, huh? I can tell you’re desperate to have my cum fill your pretty mouth”, he mumbled, his thrusts becoming harder, his dick hitting your throat more often.

Your movements of your fingers quickened too and you started rubbing your clit furiously, feeling your orgasm approach, while Steve was chasing his own, fucking your face without a care.

The mix of Steve’s pre cum and your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto his balls, even some of it on his pants. It was messy. Filthy even.

A moan escaped you, muffled by Steve’s cock, when you finally came, drenching your own fingers while you squirted over your hand, your legs trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweetheart-“, with that Steve pressed your head down, your nose hitting his pelvic, while he grinded against your face, his cum floating your mouth and throat. He slowly pulled your head away, but you felt how his tip was still twitching and spurting more cum. God, how much could he cum?

He pulled his whole shaft out, only leaving the tip between his lips. “Swallow sweetheart, Daddy wants to feed you some more”, if you could come just from words, this would be definitely it.

Steve started stroking his dick, not moving your head, still having the mushroom head between your lips. You looked up at him, still circling your clit gently, before pulling your hand out of your pants, which Steve quickly grabbed and pulled to his lips, licking and sucking your fingers clean. “Mm, so good, baby. Cant wait to have a taste from the source”, he grinned, making you whine quietly against his dick.

After a few more strokes you felt his cum flood your mouth, while Steve’s head fell back, a load moan escaping his lips, while he milked his cock in your mouth. You felt his tip leaving some cum on your lips when he pulled away, his dick slapping against his abdomen, still hard. “Swallow, sweetheart”, he grinned lazily. You did as told, showing him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue, while you leaned to his dick again, licking around the head. “Such a good girl, fuck”, he whispered, grinding his dick against your face, before pulling you by the hair and away from his cock, back on his lap.

Your hat was still on his head, just a bit crooked, so you adjusted it a bit, which wasn’t necessary since Steve pulled you in another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, chasing his own taste.

“How many times can you go?”, you whispered against his lips, stroking over his hard cock again.

A devilish grin appeared on his lips.

“Wanna find out?”

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Company Picnic

Steve Rogers x Reader

word count: 1.0k

Warning: Just some fluff and a kiss

A/N: Here is the third part of the earpiece series.

The sun is high in the sky and not a single cloud is present to ruin the day. It happens every year since Shield was dismantled and the Avenger’s Initiative started. The company picnic was a great way to boost morale and work on team building exercises. This year it was a bit different, because you were dating Steve but you hadn’t made it official yet. Of course there were rumors but you were both enjoying the relationship quietly. The moment it was made public you knew both women and men would be either trying to become your friend to get closer to the team or pushing you aside. Steve was also worried that once it was known that you were his girl your safety would be compromised. Although you’d only been dating for about two months he had made it clear that he cared for you and your well being above all else. 

So on a day like today where you would normally be all over each other you were keeping your distance. Even though it was killing you to not be able to be as close to him as you wanted to. It didn’t stop Steve from finding you in the crowd and sending a wink your way every now and again along with a smirk. You were ready to walk over there and kiss that smirk right off his face. But the day went on and you went off with your friends to do one of the many activities that had been planned for the day. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2 o’clock rolls around and the very anticipated baseball game is going to start. It was the most exciting part of the day. Tony and Steve were the team captains, obviously, and they would be choosing their teams. Everyone that wanted to play reported to the designated field and stood in a line. One by one Steve and Tony started picking their teams. They were down to their last one when Steve noticed you were waiting to play. You sent him a look that said ‘you better pick me or else’, so he did. 

Your team consisted of Steve, Bucky, Sam and some employees from accounting, other agents and you. Tony’s team had Nat, Clint, Rhodey and a few other employees. With both teams ready everyone took their place and the game started. 

The game has everyone on the edge of their seats. The crowd is divided on Team Cap or Team iron man and they’ve made a show of cheering their heads off. There’s still no one in the lead as it goes back and forth between the teams. The game is charged with electricity as the game comes to a close. You’re last up to bat and the game has already lasted longer than necessary with all the superhumans running around. 

The crowd cheers as you stand and grab a bat. 

“Alright honey, just do the best you can. The last time you were up to bat you were great.” Steve says as he watches you roll your shoulders to loosen up a bit. 

“Don’t worry about it, handsome. We are definitely winning this game.” 

You walk to your place at the home plate. As a bit of a joke you lift your bat and point up and out toward the field to signal the direction in which you would be hitting the ball.

“Go get’em Babe Ruth.” Bucky shouted from the bench.

“Emphasis on the Babe.” You shout back and turn your attention to Clint, the pitcher.

He looks at you for a moment and then takes his stance and throws the ball. Like thunder cracking in the sky you hit the ball. The baseball bat splinters as you toss it to the side and start running to first base. The crowd cheers as Sam runs to home and then one of your other teammates does the same. You rush from first to second base and then to third. From third base to the home plate though instead of running you start to strut like you were on a catwalk and not a company picnic baseball game. 

Halfway down you spin and sway your hips and smile. When you finally make it to the home plate you strike a pose before Bucky and Sam are lifting you in the air as they cheer you on. As everyone continues to celebrate, the guys put you back down. In the heat of the moment, when Steve steps up to you with that boyish smile, you grab him by his shirt and pull him down so that your lips can finally meet his. Steve’s hands are on your waist pulling you closer. Quickly your brain catches up with what you’re doing but by then it’s too late. Everyone now knows.

“It’s about time, Capsicle. I thought I was going to have to build you a girlfriend.” Tony shouts while others whoop and holler. 

“Well that’s one way to let everyone know we’re together.”

“I’m sorry. But to be fair you have been teasing me all day, so really it’s all your fault.” You say, leaving no room for disagreement. Steve shrugs and then dips his head to kiss you again. He smiles against your lips.

~~~~~~~~

Night settled over the fields quickly. Everyone had calmed down and were just enjoying each other’s company. Since your impromptu reveal during the game you and Steve have been inseparable. Your hand in his, his arm around your waist. There was a mixture of approval and jealousy in the crowd but you couldn’t care less. Tony gave some speech about the day having been a success and what not before he started the fireworks show over the park. 

Steve had spread a blanket on the grass and you sat right between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest while he held you. It was the perfect end to a perfect day and now you didn’t have to hide that you were falling madly in love with the sweetest, selfless and kindest person you’ve ever met. 

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Toozmanykids Writing Prompt

OMG. I am laughing so hard that I don't even remember why I opened YouTube this morning in the first place. This John Mulaney short automatically started playing and immediately I knew it had to be a Writing Prompt for today. Right??? At least a drabble?

Here. I'll start.

Unfortunately, no smut. It was going to be quick and funny quips at each other, yet I don't think it turned out that way by the time I got done. BUT AT LEAST THIS PROMPT GOT ME WRITING! RIGHT? Now it's your turn, y'all!

SUMMARY: No smut. Just Avengers getting on each other's nerves. Not as funny as it should've been. Damnit.

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Word count: 730

Do you believe in ghosts?

The Quinjet had been circling for hours a ways off shore, low to the water to avoid detection, while two dozen of Tony's surveillance drones quietly searched miles of coastline for the mission's target. Four friendly neighborhood Avengers waited patientły impatiently aboard, going stir crazy quicker than anyone would admit.

The silence was thick and tense, but far more preferable to the alternative.

"Hey Mr. Stark—"

"Don't. Just don't," Tony cut off the eager new Avenger. The other two passengers groaned at the sound of Peter's voice. Again.

"But—"

"I swear if you ask me one more 'Would You Rather...?' question, I will rip Charlotte's Web right out of your insides, wrap you up into a perfect spider snack, and feed you to that starving pig."

"Geezus, Tony. Wilbur would never have eaten Charlotte," Natasha pretended to placate Tony, not even attempting to hide her smirk.

"No. No. It's not another 'Would You Rather...?' question, I promise. I got that message loud and clear the second time Miss Romanoff held a blade to my throat." Peter's hand travelled up to his throat while his other waved at Tony in surrender.

Natasha gave Peter a tiny wink when he glanced over his shoulder and offered her a sheepish and awkward smile.

"I told you, she doesn't joke when she's holding a knife," Tony cautioned again.

"Yes, she does! All the time."

"The kid's right, Tony," Natasha admitted. "I prefer to stay unpredictable."

"So Mr. Stark," Peter quickly changed the subject, still gently rubbing his neck. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Of course I do," Tony answered without hesitation or even a glance away from the computer screen.

"Seriously? Even after all we've seen?" Peter moved forward, leaning closer to Tony.

Natasha spun her chair to face Tony and gave him her full attention as well. "Yeah, Tony. Seriously?"

"Especially after all we've seen. I'm surprised at you two. How can you not?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost, Mr. Stark?"

"That's a ridiculous question," still not looking away from his computer screen.

"Why is it ridiculous? Have you?"

"Oh damn," slamming his hands onto his knees. "I knew I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry." Sitting up straighter, Tony turned his chair toward the back of the jet and shouted, "Hey Manchurian Candidate! I guess I never properly introduced you to the team."

In the far back end of the jet, camouflaged within the shadows wearing all black combat armor, the fourth passenger hadn't said a single word since boarding. He sat slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and knees spread wide above huge heavy black steel tipped boots polished to a shine, reflecting the only light in the tailend to infiltrate his shadows. His face was hidden by shaggy brown hair and a well worn baseball cap pulled down low.

"Baby Spider and the Spider Queen are your chippy little cohorts today if we ever spot this asshole and can touch down. Spidey friends, may I present our very own paranormal soldier, Sergeant Bucky Barnes."

"High-fucking-larious, Stark. Now fuck off," Bucky grumbled, pulling the bill of his hat even farther down over his face to look like he was napping.

"Holy shit! I didn't even know he was on board. How did I not sense him?" Peter shouted.

"That's my point, kid," Tony said. "He must be a ghost. Think about it. There's no other answer. He's straight up Jacob Marley, but missing the heavy chains with a door knocker for a nose."

They all burst into laughter - all but Bucky who grumbled some more.

After about an hour or so, Peter walked to the back of the jet and cautiously sat down next to Bucky.

The soldier didn't say anything; he didn't move; he didn't even look to be breathing.

Leaning toward him, Peter softly asked him, "You're not really a ghost, are you sir?"

"I have no idea," Bucky answered flatly and with finality.

Peter's eyes widened, more unsure of his beliefs after that cryptic non-answer than he was before he asked.

"Oh... Yes, sir," Peter said as he retreated back to his chair next to Tony.

Silence hung heavily in the Quinjet after that.

Finally.

Bucky gave Natasha a wink at one point when their eyes met. Eventually Peter would ask more questions, but they enjoyed the silence as long as it lasted.

The End.

It's a new year, and I'm going to be push myself harder to actually post. Good, bad, stupid, or slutty - I'm gonna post stuff anyway. This will be the year of drabbles, false starts, unfinished stories, and plots that go nowhere.

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JUST WRITE AND POST—OFTEN!

My drabble here didn't turn out the way I had planned, but I can see this idea take a fun turn if Bucky actually is a ghost. He could be!!!

He could be trapped on Earth and tethered to his super soldier body that won't decay. At least MOST of the missions Hydra sent him on were to kill other bad guys. Right?

Tony had some other theories too. But it's 3am and now I don't remember what his theory was. Grrrrr.

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Cap-Ironman Rec Week - Hidden Gems Saturday

This list was a pleasure to write up, especially having the chance to rediscover some fics that I’d loved but misplaced over the years. Wonder if it says something that the angst-to-fluff ratio is as skewed as it is :D  All of Your Lonely Sieges by WhenasInSilks Steve and Tony are stranded in the wilderness. Things go downhill from there. The story of thirty-six hours. Notes: I’m always a sucker for Ultimates fic. Steve has to take care of a Tony going into violent withdrawal and the emotional clash between him trying to give Tony what he needs versus Tony trying to cling to some semblance of a mask makes for extremely compelling reading. And the Wind Blows Cruel by dirigibleplumbing Tony’s alone at the compound with nothing but a blizzard to keep him company. Then, for the first time since he received it, the flip-phone rings. After all this time, Steve’s calling… but all he does is sing a morbid old song about freezing to death. Tony quickly learns why the topic is on Steve’s mind. Notes: I don’t read a whole lot of CACW-era fic, but this one leapt out of the pack for me. The scene setting is beautiful and haunting, Tony and Steve’s reactions utterly believable, and it’s less about hashing out the past than just keeping each other company and helping out in this moment in time. america's pastime by JenTheSweetie The thing about the Annual Intra-Avengers Baseball Game was that it was always a little... contentious. Notes: This feels like one of those fics that would’ve been written in 2014 and should’ve racked up a 4-digit plus kudos count by now, which is why I double-taked at the 2020 publish date. It’s domestic, it’s fluffy, it’s Avengers playing baseball and being shits about it, what else could we possibly want <3 Cold Front by Sineala When Tony started drinking again, no one could find him. And then Steve found him. Tony was standing on a corner near Times Square, living on the streets, selling his body to any man who walked by, so he could have enough money to keep buying liquor. It's going to be a cold, cold winter; there's a disease that's killing the men who do exactly what Tony's doing; and if neither of those two things end Tony's life first, Tony's going to drink himself to death. Tony's made a lot of mistakes, and Steve blames Tony for all of them. Almost all of them. The fact that Steve paid Tony over a thousand dollars to sleep with him... well, Steve has only himself to blame for that one.  Notes: The fact that I’ve got a Sineala fic on this list, and that it doesn’t have five times the kudos it does, is staggering to me. The imagery in this is impeccable, the dark mood Steve’s in combined with the subway ride in the middle of the night, creating this unreal miasma that is so easy to lose yourself in. Just some absolutely stunning writing. To Dwell on Dreams by fandomfrolics A series of increasingly vivid dreams prompt Tony Stark to move back to New York City after ten years, much to the excitement of the press. Steve Rogers, ex-soldier and popular political cartoonist, is not quite as thrilled. After he publishes an unflattering cartoon of the reclusive billionaire, he's granted exclusive access to do an in-depth piece on the person nobody's heard from in the last ten years. Notes: Not a ‘hidden’ gem as much as a plotty fic that could always do with more love. The premise is intriguing, the mystery of what exactly is going on set up really nicely, and I love fics with Steve and Tony meeting for the first time... or have they? ;)  Tra Voi, Tra Voi (The Getting Together Remix) by haemodye Tony's gonna kill Rogers for making him go out in this blizzard. That is, if he can find the damn man. Notes: 1872 fic! This is the second ‘Tony finds Steve in a blizzard’ fic in this list, because I sometimes have simple needs. Love the relationship dynamics here, the dialogue, the scene setting... if you know anything about 1872 canon then you know that warm H/C in this verse is just the most blessed thing. The Culling of the Stars by dirigibleplumbing Tony dies saving Steve's life on the courthouse steps. Now Steve is left with the fallout of their Civil War, expected to take charge and preserve Tony's legacy. He doesn't know how he can do it alone—not when he can't stop thinking about Tony, or keep track of the days, or even feel. Notes: 616! Civil War AU. This fic traces out a journey of grief that Steve takes, using themes from an old sci fi novel that he liked to read. While there is a happy ending and the character death temporary, what it takes to get to that point is as heart breaking as it is beautifully written and constructed.  And that’s all for the day! Please do go and shower these fics with some much deserved love and attention, it’s what makes this lovely fandom go round :) 

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-Chapter 9: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

1.2K Words

My Masterlist for Previous Chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch 1.

You honestly had forgotten about the whole run-in with Dr. Reynolds because work got really busy over the next week.

Some good news was that all of the Avengers passed their evaluations. Wanda had been especially worried about the results. She had admitted to not being the most cooperative, but you knew Bucky and Nat, even Tony, always seemed to be on their worst behavior.

Your boss knocked gently on the door to your small office. She shut the door softly behind her.

"Have you seen this?" she asked, taking a seat in the chair by your desk. She places her iPad in front of you, and you glance down at the article titled Avengers New Girlfriend???

You skimmed the article. An undisclosed source told them that the Avengers' new girlfriend was their old therapist who engaged in inappropriate behaviors while on the job. It even listed your name, and where you currently worked.

Your heart sank.

"We can't have our name associated with this," your boss said apologetically.

"None of this is true," you said, standing up. You handed her back the tablet.

"This is getting a lot of attention. You should go home. You can clear out your desk over the weekend."

"You're firing me?" you asked, unable to control the way your voice shook. This was all a nightmare.

She nodded, "Im sorry. It's just the way it is. You're a hard worker, and excellent at your job. This will clear up soon, you'll see."

She left you in silence, and you were completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

You wanted to call Tony, but you wouldn't know what to say. Girlfriend? To all of them?

You didn't want to come back to the office, so you gathered everything in the space that was yours and placed it in your bag.

Everything was falling apart. You had only had this job for a few short weeks, and you were almost certain that the Avengers would want nothing to do with you once they saw that article.

The stupid thing was that it was true. You liked each one of them undeniably, unconventionally. There was a special place in your heart for everyone of them.

You smeared the stray tears that you couldn't hold back. You didn't know what to do.

You could feel people's stares as you walked by, and what was even worse was the mob of reporter-looking people waiting outside of the front doors. You knew they had to be there because of this. Luckily, there was an employee entrance that was quieter, and you made a quick escape.

Your apartment complex was packed, and you could see the hoards of people on your floor near your door. How did they know where you lived? What were you going to do?

You parked your car in the furthest lot, watching the cameras and reporters come and go. A sinking hopelessness filled you. You didn't know how to escape this. Everything was such a mess.

It had to have been minutes before your passenger door opened, scaring you half to death.

Steve slid in. He had a baseball cap covering his fluffy blonde hair.

"Should've called us, honey," he said, reaching over the middle console to wrap his arms tightly around you. His warm voice soothed you, and the gravity of the situation began to hit.

"Everything is ruined," you sniffled, muffled by his chest. You gripped his t-shirt.

He stroked your hair, down your back. You focused on the repeated motion.

"Bucky's got a distraction to get them away from the building, so we can get in there and get your stuff. It'll be safer for you to be at the compound with us."

"You all still want me around?" you whispered, peeking up at him. "I know - It's just... It's awkward."

"It's not awkward," he reassured. "It doesn't change anything. It doesn't change how important you are to us."

He dried your tears, kissing your cheek.

"What kind of distraction?" you asked.

Steve shrugged. "I didn't ask. He and Barton wanted to blow something up."

"Blow something up?"

"Just a trash can or something. I didn't question it," Steve said, pulling out his phone.

You didn't think their distraction would work, but sure enough, as soon as the reporters saw smoke, they cleared out.

"We have to be fast," Steve said, ushering you out. He kept you close, a steady hand on the small of your back.

You pulled out a duffle and a suitcase.

"You can throw clothes in that," you told him, as you went to the bathroom to gather your stuff there.

You were surprised to find Steve meticulously, but quickly, folding your clothes nicely in the suitcase. You could fit most of what you wanted in the two bags.

Steve stuck the baseball cap on your head, and you had no trouble getting out of there.

Natasha was waiting for you when you entered the main area of the compound.

She held open her arms, the first time she had willingly offered the affection.

"Solnyshka," she murmured, holding you close. Her soft touch was your undoing as you sobbed into her chest. "It's going to be okay."

"Everything is ruined," you sobbed.

"Nothing that can't be fixed," she soothed.

"I worked so hard," you cried, feeling Steve step behind you. He gathered the hair that stuck to the nape of your neck. The cool air was welcome against your heated skin. "Just to be seen as some slut."

Your sobs were ragged and harsh as you struggled to take in air. You felt like a floundering fish as your throat ached.

Steve picked you up, setting you on the couch and someone wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You settled a little, unable to cry anymore, but still shuddering.

"We're sorry that we caused all of this," Sam said sincerely as he entered the room with Buck and Clint. "We should've considered what people would say."

"It's not even that," you said, voice rough and hoarse. You struggled to find the words to admit to them that they had it all wrong. "The girlfriend part doesn't bother me. My reputation as a therapist does."

"Being our girlfriend doesn't bother you?" Tony teased, walking alongside a smaller unfamiliar man. "Good news. Henry here is going to fix everything. He's my publicist, and also under an NDA."

You sat up, drying your cheeks. You tried to straighten your clothes, but it was no use. You knew you looked like a hot mess.

"Nice to meet you," Henry said politely.

"I made the contract we initially had go away completely. No record of it exists anywhere. Henry also took my official statement to be published now," Tony told you. His efforts, all of their efforts, meant so much to you. Your turmoil eased.

Once Henry left, Tony dropped down onto the couch next to you.

"I can't make people give you your job back. I mean, I guess I could, but I won't. I can help get your name cleared though."

You sniffled. You were exhausted. You felt like you had been hit by a train.

You laid in Tony's lap. Natasha adjusted the blanket so it fully covered you.

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

Tony ran his hand along your arm. His soothing touch sent you right to sleep.

Here's Ch 10

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