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dameronology · 18 hours
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we can't be friends (steve rogers)
summary: based on we can't be friends by ariana grande
warnings: angst, swearing
sorry for being absent for six months. even more sorry that this is what i came back with. enjoy!
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Being loved by Steve Rogers was like sunlight on a stormy day. Peaking through the clouds, encouraging you to come out of whatever shelter you'd chosen; letting you smell the fresh rain on the pavement as the light finally came through, taking back the water until next time. It was warm on your skin, right through to your bones and your heart and to your very soul. You could have basked in it forever.
The mornings were your favourite, waking up to golden alabaster skin, carved into his muscles. They were slightly scarred, with jagged pink marks of stab wounds and bullet skims and far too many near misses for you to be comfortable. Of course, he healed faster than most but when you were as trigger happy as Steve Rogers was, barely a mission went by when he didn't come home with some minor wound or another. Still, him being there was the most important part. He'd let out a sleepy little yawn and subconsciously roll over to hold you, taking him in his arms and pulling you to his chest. That was where you felt safest.
No matter how busy he was or how demanding work became, Steve always showed up. Flowers waiting for you on the counter after a bad day; ordering take out when you were ill and always making sure your favourite show was recorded on the DVR. You never even had to ask. He'd buy you new roses before your old ones had even began to wilt; had your busiest work days recorded in your phone calendar so that he could step up, even when his own job was pulling him across the country. That was the thing about Steve Rogers: he always showed up.
Until he didn't.
Being loved by Steve Rogers was like sunlight on a rainy day, but waiting for him to love you back was a never-ending storm. Rain pelting down, hammering onto your clothes and seeping through to your skin and your bones and eventually drowning your heart. There was no dry escape. No shelter to hide from the rain. You always felt it - the wet, the cold, the shivering - no matter how hard you tried to escape. There was no getaway from the realisation that he no longer loved you back, or from the 19 miscalled waiting on his phone, or from the dead roses wilted on your kitchen windowsill.
Long conversations about your future had turned into silent, screaming pauses. The arguments felt pointless. You could only beat a dead horse so many times before you realised it wasn't coming back to life.
You sat on opposite ends of the sofa now. Slept on different sides of the bed. Watched your favourite show in silence whilst he tapped away at his laptop, barely even bothered by your presence. He'd sat too a high standard for himself. It was one he couldn't keep, but even the bare minimum was a golden standard compared to what he was giving you these days.
"I'm done."
You'd surprised yourself more than anyone with the words. Steve had come home from work late again. The fourth time that week, twelfth time that month and countless times overall. You'd made dinner. It was cold now, like the stony expression on his face and the watery one on yours.
"What?"
Steve glanced up from his phone, brow furrowed.
"I'm done," you said.
"With what?"
You sighed deeply, regathering yourself for a moment. Pushed down the lump in your throat, shoulders raised to try and show whatever tatters of your pride you had left.
"I'm leaving you," you said. "I can't...I don't want to sit around and wait for you to love me again."
Steve put his phone down, pausing for a moment. It looked like he was going to say something...maybe anything. Even though your mind was made up, part of you wanted him to beg. To get on his knees, take your hands and plead for your heart back. God knows that this time a year ago, he would have pleaded with you in person and with writing in the sky.
Instead, he just sniffed.
He sniffed, and you left. Keys to your shared apartment thrown into the dish on the side, never to be taken again. At least the Lego heart keys chain you had together would be together again - you know, when he was actually home.
Whatever time you had previously put into your relationship, you now put into yourself. Found a nice little loft on the other side of the river - it felt like the wrong side, but everything felt wrong without him - and decorated it with everything but photos of you together. There was a nice rug, and a beautiful sofa, and your marble counters were a nice welcome home.
Still, the bed felt cold. Not as cold as it had when he'd lovelessly laid beside you, but still. Cold. It felt strange only having one tooth brush in the holder, and only one bottle of shower gel on the edge of your bath. The toilet seat was always down now (Steve had had only one flaw, and that was it) and you always tripped over the shoes that you left by the door because he no longer tidied them away.
It felt like half your heart was missing, but eventually it grew back.
You forgot about Steve, and the Avengers, and that entire world until Natasha Romanoff texted you. It had been six months since your break-up by that point, and even though you missed them all dearly, it had been natural for Steve to get them in the break-up. You had your friends. He had his. But, it was nice that Natasha still thought of you.
Hey, hope you're doing well. I'm having my birthday party next week at my apartment. 7pm, same building as always. It would be nice if you came. Steve may or may not be but he's been annoying lately so I'd rather have you. Let me know <3
At first, it had been an immediate no. Then you thought about it some more, and it was a definitive no. Then, you found yourself calling Nat and talking for three hours straight.
Apparently Morgan was in her One Direction era, and had thrown an hour long tantrum when she found out they weren't together anymore. Pepper and Tony had tried to pay for a reunion, but they weren't interested. Bruce was doing an assignment in France and Clint and his family had moved a little closer to the city. Sam and Bucky were still working for the government and naturally, that had brought Natasha onto the subject of Steve.
Doing better. That's what she said. Apparently he wasn't working as late anymore and he'd cut down his hours. He was going to therapy, drinking less and working out more. She'd lingered on the last sentence, but ended it with he's more like your Steve again.
That made you want to go to the party even less, and yet the following weekend you found yourself stood outside Natasha's high-rise apartment building at 7:35PM. You'd put more effort into your appearance than usual; a more expensive fragrance, spent a little longer on your hair and worn the outfit Steve had always thought you looked best in. Maybe it was a calculated move, but you'd never been all that good at maths.
Your entrance was met with four or five hugs. Natasha looked amazing as ever, and Bucky was brighter now. Tony was elated to see you and you didn't ask about Pepper's little baby bump, but you could see it was there. Your mind was kept too occupied by all them to even think about Steve.
That - naturally - all came crashing down when you saw him across the room. He was leant against a pillar, hair longer now but fluffed up and a 5 o'clock shadow gathered on his chin. Not like the man with long hair and a beard that you'd left, but not quite the squeaky clean looking Steve you'd fallen in love with either. Still though, it was closer. He was showing through the cracks.
The question of whether or not you would approach him answered itself, because you blinked and suddenly he was stood in front of you.
"I owe you an apology."
Straight to the fucking chase.
You faltered slightly, but didn't let it show. "Yeah, I think you do."
Steve glanced around you at all your friends - naturally, they were all staring at you. They might have been superheroes but that didn't stop them being nosey fuckers.
"Let's go to the roof," he said. "I mean...if you want. You don't owe me anything."
You nodded your head. "Let's go to the roof."
The climb up the stairs to Natasha's terrace was awkward, but not as bad as the silence that quickly filled the cold air as soon as you got up there. Steve might have been one of the bravest men you'd ever met, but vulnerability scared the shit out of him. You suspected that was the case now.
"So?" you asked. "What could you possibly have to say?"
"I'll only say that I'm sorry once," Steve began. "So: I'm sorry. For pushing you out, for not trying, for letting work consume me. Even more for the fact I didn't even try to stop you leaving, because as soon as you shut the door, all I wanted to do was run after you, but I'm not stupid. I knew your mind was made up."
"Where are you going with this?"
"You leaving was like a bucket of cold water," he continued. "It made me realise a lot of things - about how much I'd left myself go, mostly. I've stopped drinking and started going to therapy, and I have my work hours capped."
You smiled. "Well done, Steve. That's really great."
"I'm better now. Not fully, but...I'm getting there," Steve replied. "I asked Natasha to invite you tonight. She wanted to anyways but it was sort of my idea."
"Why?"
"So I could apologise, but mostly because I want you back in my life," he explained. "As friends, as something more. Hell, I'll take you as my enemy if it means I get to see you again."
You sighed, eyes falling to the ground. What could you even say to that? Enemies sounded pretty good - and definitely well deserved - but you didn't hate Steve. You'd moved on, but that didn't mean you'd lost all capability to love him.
"How do I know you won't do it again?" you asked.
"You don't," he replied. "I don't know that either, but what if it doesn't happen again? What if...what if things were really good?"
You glanced away, eyes staring at the distant Manhattan skyline for a moment. It glittered and glimmered, mostly rebuilt after the 2012 incident. You could see Stark Tower as well. Steve had told you he loved you for the first time on that roof top. Now, here he was, begging for you back on another.
"Friends," you muttered. "We can be friends. I don't know after that. I've waited six fucking months for you to decide that you love me again-"
" - I never stopped -"
" - not the point, Steve!" you cut him off. "We'll start with friends, then go from there."
"I'll wait ten years if I have to," he said. His smile suggested he was joking, but you knew he wasn't.
With that, Steve pulled you into a hug. In your soul, you knew you couldn't be friends. Enemies was worst but strangers was horrible too. The answer was inevitable, but you just had to make him wait a little while.
maybe a part 2?
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louwaffles · 1 year
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Nat: So, what do you have to say for yourself?
Y/N: I’m sorry?
Nat: No. 
Y/N: You look good blonde?
Nat: Not even close.
Y/N: Mommy?
Wanda, in the hallway: For the love of--!
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chloe-skywalker · 11 days
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Annoyance - Loki
Loki x Fem!reader (its s crush)
Warnings: none
Word count: 342
Summary: Being the only Avenger that doesn’t annoy Loki.
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“Come one Loki. Join us.” Thor smiled, trying to get him to join them later. Get his brother to socialize.
“I’d rather not.” Loki rolled his eyes.
“What if I told you Y/n would be there?” Thor smirked knowing his brother has a crush on the Y/h/c-ed girl Avenger.
“Will she truly be there or are you just trying to get me to go?” Loki questioned his brother with a raised brow in suspension.
“She’ll be there.” Thor smirked at his brother openly, having caught Loki in his want to be around the young lady Y/n.
Thor left Loki there in the kitchen to think about whether or not he’d join them all tonight.
Later that night when the whole team got together for game night Loki did in fact show up. He stayed in the kitchen till Y/n eventually showed up. When he saw her enter the kitchen and open the fridge, likely to get a drink. That’s when Loki moved to follow her.
“Hey Loki.” Y/n greeted him once she turned back around and noticed him.
“Y/n.” Loki greeted back with his signature smile.
“You came.” Y/n smiled tilting her head happy to see the green wearing Norse God join them for once.
“Only because you were gonna be here.” Loki smirked, closing in on her, backing her into a corner of the kitchen.
“Oh really?” She raised her brows in amusement hiding her shock at him openly flirting with her. It’s not like Y/n didn’t like him back, she does but he’s never done anything till now.
“You're the only one on this stupid planet that doesn’t annoy me. You're also the only one in this room that doesn’t annoy me as well.” Loki tilted his head down to be even closer to her into the corner of the kitchen. They were close enough to feel each other's breath on the other’s face.
“I’m honored.” Y/n smirked before stealing a kiss leaving a shocked, dumbfounded Loki in her wake.
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pipsipey17 · 23 days
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across my memory.
natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: an arranged marriage led you to leaving the woman you love. who knew that you would meet again merely a decade later only under different circumstances once upon a december.
contains: angst and some fluff (if you squint hard enough)
a/n: i recommend listening to once upon a december while reading this cause i sorta based this story on that song :>
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You have received an invitation by the neighboring kingdom of Volkov, they were inviting you and your husband to their grand ball in celebration of the king’s birthday. 
As you were checking yourself in the mirror you suddenly heard a knock on the door, “Are you all prepared my dear?” your husband asked. 
“I- um… yes, I’m all ready now.” You replied and stood up swiftly from your seat then grabbed all your belongings before leaving the room. 
Once you opened the door, your husband greeted you with awe and admiration in his eyes. You were wearing a deep red ball gown with beads and pearls surrounding it, there was nothing really special about your ball gown, in fact, you found it stocked away in your closet. “You always look so mesmerizing, my love.” He said and kissed you on the cheek and offered his arm for you to hold. 
Attending grand balls wasn't something you really liked, in fact, you always found them socially tiring but your husband thinks otherwise. He would always be happy to attend these gatherings, because of the chance to socialize with other people which he oh so love whereas you were acting like an obedient wife following him everywhere he goes.   
~~~
You finally arrived at the ball and as usual, you walked beside your husband as he chatted with some of your friends and acquaintances. 
“Artur, it has been a while old friend.” A man suddenly said as he shook your husband’s hand and kissed your gloved hand as a greeting. You realized that it was the king himself, Roman Volkov. 
“It has been indeed, I see you’ve finally married.” Artur gesturing to the woman who is assumingly his wife who has a fan covered across her face, only her eyes seemingly visible to you. 
Emerald eyes. Eyes that you remember all too well. 
It’s her. 
“I’m Natasha, it's a pleasure to meet you Artur.” Natasha spoke and bowed slightly to him.  
“The pleasure is all mine,” your husband said as he kissed Natasha’s gloved hand, “This is my wife, Y/N.” Artur introduced and you bowed to her slightly in greeting. 
“Why don’t you both ladies chat whilst Artur and I chat to catch up on things while having drinks?” Roman said as he planted his arm onto your husband’s shoulder.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Artur suddenly chimed.
A total bad idea.  
“Alright, but don’t drink too much.” You said to him.
“I’ll see you later, love.” Artur said, then kissed you on the cheek before he left with Roman. You could feel Natasha’s eyes on the both of you. 
Natasha removed the fan from her face revealing her full facial features, it’s like she hasn’t even aged. She still looks beautiful as you remembered. “Follow me.” she said before you both walked in silence.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Your mind was racing with questions, it has been merely 12 years since you saw each other and the night you promised her a life with you for eternity. 
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
“Some wine?” Natasha offered as the two of you entered what assumably is their entertainment hall because of the piano on the side of the room and with the bookshelves around.
“No, thank you.” You replied, making Natasha shrug and poured herself some wine.
“I can’t believe you’re married, for how long?” you asked.
Natasha swallowed her wine and replied, “For almost five years now.”
Your heart sank upon hearing those words, but you knew it was bound to happen after what you said to her all those years ago.
“I'll end our marriage in five years time, and I promise that I'll be with you until my last breath.”
Across my memory
“Do you actually love him? Is that why you didn't leave him like you said you would years ago?” Natasha suddenly blurted out.
You were taken aback by her question, “Natasha, I-”
“It’s only a simple yes or no question Y/N.”  
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before saying, “Yes, I love him.” 
That wasn't enough to convince her. She started to move closer and you kept backing away but eventually your back hit the wall, “Look me in the eyes and say that one more time.”
Far away long ago
You looked into her emerald green eyes, oh how you missed those eyes of hers, eyes that would look at you with much love and admiration, but now, her eyes were filled with something different, rage, anger, and sadness.
Glowing dim as an ember
Your mouth opened but nothing came out making Natasha smirk and say, “I know you’re lying but if you insist.”
You wanted to speak but you knew she wasn't done, “You said to wait for you for five years but I waited for six long painful years before I fully convinced myself that you weren’t coming back. I eventually decided to marry Roman. I told myself that I’ll learn to love him and hopefully forget about you throughout our marriage.
But I couldn’t, I acted like a faithful wife around him but I acted like I was in a brothel when he wasn’t around. I slept with multiple women trying to banish you from my mind but I just couldn’t.”
You were stunned and shocked with what she said but she continued, “You probably have forgotten about me after all these years, seeing that you didn’t come back for me five years after you got married.”
Things my heart used to know
You couldn't stay quiet any longer,  “How could I forget the woman who loved me for who I am, the woman who made me feel like I was safe with her. The woman who made me feel like I was… home.” You replied and you suddenly felt your eyes sting, tears wanting to fall but you stopped yourself from being too vulnerable in front of her. 
“If you truly loved me, you could’ve done what you promised all those years ago!” Natasha said in an almost yelling tone. She saw you flinch at her words and immediately regretted raising her voice at you, “I-I'm sorry.” she said and approached you once again.
Things it yearns to remember
She cupped your cheek and her eyes flickered onto your lips silently asking for consent. You nodded slightly and closed your eyes until finally feeling her lips on yours. It was filled with passion and longing, almost like it was a perfect puzzle.
You missed this, you missed the feeling of kissing her, touching her, you missed everything about her.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I last saw you.” you said which made Natasha smile sadly. 
Your tears started to stream down your cheeks and she was there to wipe them, just like how she would before. 
“Would you still run away with me if I asked you to?” Natasha asked with a slight smirk on her face.
You shook your head slightly, “I can’t.” you whispered.
“You can’t or you won’t?” Natasha retorted.
You held her hand and placed it onto your stomach, “I’m… pregnant.” 
You felt Natasha tense up at the unexpected news but she asked, “Does he know?” and you shook your head, “I haven’t told him yet.”
“We can still run away together, we’ll take care and raise the child like our own.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Natasha,” you let go of her hand and walked to where the wine bottle was, grabbing yourself a glass.  “Artur has been wanting to have a child for years and me leaving him for you is a death sentence, for me and especially you.” You said and immediately drank half of the wine in your glass. “This unborn child is now my priority. That is why as much as I want to leave the place I call hell everyday and take another chance of a new life with you I can’t.”
You took another drink and more tears started to flow down, “It also would be best if this is the last time we’ll see each other.” you said with a choked sob. 
Natasha immediately approached you and made you face her, “No, no, moya lyubov, please,” she begged. If her voice already sounded like she was hurt, her eyes showed more pain. “It’s been more than a decade since we last saw each other Y/N, isn’t this supposed to be a sign from the gods that we’re meant to be with each other?” 
She was right, despite after not seeing each for years on end, fate had decided that the both of you would meet once again once the both of you had lost all hope. 
Only in different and more complicated circumstances now.
Natasha held your hand and said, “Please Y/N, don’t leave me again.” Her eyes were begging for you to leave with her.
A sudden knock on the door made you both stand still. “Y/N? Are you in there with Natasha?” It was your husband. 
“I… uh- yes, we’re in here.” you replied and Artur entered the room. 
“As much as I hate to interrupt your chatting but we best get going, it is almost midnight and I know how much you value your rest.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “I sure hope you and Natasha had a great chat.” 
“We did.” Natasha dryly replied with a fake smile plastered on her face as he looked at your husband. 
Artur smiled and asked you, “Well, shall we go?” 
“Yes, let’s go.” you replied and Artur started to walk you outside with him. “Actually, there’s something I’d like to ask Natasha… alone.” you said to him.
“Alright my love, I’ll wait for you outside.” Artur then left the room and once you heard him shut the door you immediately rushed towards Natasha and crashed your lips onto hers one last time. 
And a song someone sings
Natasha felt it, and you did too.
It was farewell.
You walked out of the room without saying another word, only holding onto the memory of a forbidden love that two women failed to save despite being given another chance to do so.   
Perhaps in another life or in another universe, you and Natasha lived the lives you wanted together. It just wasn’t this one.
Once upon a December
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nev3rfound · 10 months
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anyone but you : b.b
you were Bucky's pocket of sunshine, his sweet girl outside of the avengers. a slice of normality in his less-than lifestyle, but what happens when you're pulled into it in the worst way? (2.6k)
we've got ourselves a good'un today angels, and you have @imagine-all-the-fandoms for the brill idea :)
warnings - graphic descriptions of torture and wounds. (but fluffy ending)
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“Mmh, okay. So, our options- wait stop laughing at me!” Throwing the menus in his direction, Bucky stifles the rest of his laugh by trying to play it off as a cough.
Shaking his head, Bucky picks up the menus that had been promptly thrown at him. "I'm not laughing at you doll." Bucky reasons, moving across the sofa to now kneel in front of the coffee table where you're perching opposite him looking through your phone for alternatives.
"Sure sounds like it to me." You chide, glancing up with a mischievous glint in your eyes, one Bucky can't help but get lost in, completely missing the words sounding from your lips. Clicking your fingers in front of him, Bucky snaps from the depths of his mind.
"What did you say?" Bucky asks, only elated as your grin widens into a playful smile. "Right, dinner!" Bucky slaps his hand down on his thigh before rising to his feet and dramatically clasps one hand over his eyes. "How 'bout we do the random selector, huh?"
Chuckling to yourself, you nod along before rising to your feet. "Let's do it, Barnes."
Covering your eyes as well, the pair of you reach down and clutch a menu in your grasp and open your eyes. "I got Chinese!" You announce, and Bucky grunts in disappointment as he holds up the leaflet loosely.
"I got the shitty pizza place a few blocks away." He groans, watching you cheer victoriously. "You won this time, Y/n." He rushes over to your side of the table, wrapping his arms around your waist before lifting you up, hearing you squeal before dropping the menu. "But I'll win next time, mark my words."
With your arms around his neck, Bucky dips you lowly with a smirk. "That so, Barnes?" You tease, leaning closer to his face. "We'll see." You add, closing the distance between you both with a sweet quick kiss. "Now come on, I'm starving!"
*
"Thirty minutes til we land, guys." Natasha announces from the front of the jet.
Unable to keep his knee from bouncing once the announcement was made, Bucky cannot stop his thoughts from returning to you. It had been a longer mission than anticipated with little to no contact with the outside world. He's so used to sending a text, a quick call to just hear your voice and know you're okay whether it be doing a mundane task or listening to you moan about a colleague.
That's one of the things Bucky loves about you; the normalcy of it all. You couldn't be more of a polar opposite to the former soldier, with a 9-5, a pension scheme, and health benefits included. Whereas he just gets thrown into the unknown more than he cares to admit and comes out slightly more traumatized with each mission.
Noting the nervous actions of his friend, Steve nudges Bucky's arm. "You got plans with Y/n once we get back?" Steve asks, knowing it'll help pass the remaining time until they land.
Within seconds the tension melts from Bucky's body and even Sam catches the barely there smile on the soldier's face.
"Going to this movie theatre she loves, it's kinda run down but she likes to call it 'old school.'" He quotes, picturing the first time you dragged him along to the theatre. "And well, I've got something planned for her, but I don't know." Bucky trails off, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
"Well, sounds great to me, Buck." Steve comments, moving slightly closer, and lowers his head in an attempt to keep the overs from interrupting. "So, you ever gonna bring her to the compound?"
Bucky sighs deeply and Steve backs up, knowing it's useless to even pry further into it.
"It's just so good, Steve." Bucky starts, glancing around at those around him, some looking through reports and others dozing off. "I don't want her to get enveloped in this side of our life." He explains and Steve simply nods. "I love what we have, and, and I don't wanna risk ruining that."
"Understood." Steve pats Bucky's arm. "She really brings out the best in you, you know?"
"Yeah, he's been notably less grumpy since they got together." Sam comments from the other side of the jet, receiving a brief glare from Bucky. "Less grumpy, Barnes. You're no ray of sunshine yet."
The rest of the flight sped by whilst Bucky remained deep in his thoughts which mostly circled around you. He was jolted from his memories once the jet landed and they all began to disembark.
As the team began to walk through the compound, Bucky quickly got his phone out to send you a message. But before he could even start to type one, a series of urgent texts flash up on his screen.
"Bucky?" Steve calls out to his friend who is almost frozen in place, staring down at his phone with panic written across his expression. "Buck?" Walking toward his friend, he looks down at Bucky's phone and feels his heart drop at what he's reading.
With a shaky hand, Bucky forces his head up to meet Steve's eyes. "Steve, I," He can barely form the right words, unsure what to even say. "This, this can't happen." His mind shifts to denial, but upon hearing his name being called urgently up ahead by Tony and Bruce he can feel his whole world crashing down on him.
*
The first sensation that came back was your smell. In hindsight, you wish it wasn't and that you could've remained senseless, but you weren't so lucky.
It smelt like metal, smoke, and sweat. Little did you know, that was all coming from you.
Your eyesight followed suit and quickly alerted your captures with delight that you were conscious at last. "Help!" You cry out, now noticing your arms shackled to a wall in a dank-looking cell. "Please, help me!" Within seconds the screams tear at your throat, scratching it raw as laughter enters your ears.
Through the shadows, a large figure emerges holding up an old school camcorder whilst he grimaces at you, eyes roaming over the wounds inflicted. "Bout time you woke up darling." The man snarls, moving closer into your enclosed space. "Wanna say hi to your friends?" Forcing the camera to your face, you're quick to turn your head away, only to feel a sweaty hand clench your jaw and force you to look directly into the lens as tears glisten in your eyes. "You know what to do if you want her back." The man comments, further confusing you about the situation before he reveals a small knife in his grasp.
"No, please," You plead, shaking your head at the sight of the knife rising before plowing it down into your thigh.
The last thing Bucky sees is your face contorted in pain, the movement of your lips as you scream in anguish. But all of the sounds have become white noise.
"Do we know who sent this?" Steve is the first to ask, noting Bucky standing too still for his own liking.
Raising his hand, Bruce swipes across and reveals three headshots of so-called reformed criminals. "Jason Donahough, Mark Whitehall, and Edward Polaski." Bruce points to each, pausing at the sound of Bucky's metal arm whirring, the plates sliding as he clenches both fists at the images.
"I know them." Bucky states through gritted teeth.
"A message was delivered with the video, we're trying to locate the source with the help of FRIDAY." Tony explains, revealing the two simple sentences.
Come get your girl, Winter Soldier. It's time to resume the game.
A shudder spreads through Bucky at the second sentence. They still remember what he did, and clearly aren't messing around this time.
"I have to go." Bucky tells himself, too in his own head to notice several pairs of eyes fall on him in alarm.
"Bucky, that's," Steve starts, but Bucky is already walking out the door before he can finish his sentence. "We gotta go, who's in?"
Almost every hand shoots up and Steve nods, everyone starts to file out, knowing what needs to be done.
*
They came in abruptly, knocking the chains on your ankles to alert you of their presence. Mostly they just wanted to taunt you, sometimes they'd spare you the pain of reminding you that you were alone and no one would come for you. But more often than not, they'd add to your growing list of injuries, conflicting another wound to your skin as more blood stains the tiles.
No one answers the questions you ask when conscious enough to form words. 'Where am I?' 'How long have I been here?' and the one that scares you most of all, 'Why me?'
"You think he'll come?" Your ears perk up at the question, and you force your heavy head up an inch to see two of your attackers conversing outside of your cell.
One of them is holding a phone tightly in his grasp, chewing on his lip at the question. "For her? Hopefully." He scoffs before looking back at you, noticing the corners of your lips rising weakly. "What're you smiling at, bitch?" His voice rises before he marches over to you, grabs a hold of your face with one hand, and stares you dead in the eyes. "Somethin' you wanna say?" He demands, eyes widening awaiting a response.
Instead, you spit in his face, watching him recoil in disgust.
"You'll pay for that," He states, reaching into his pocket for something whilst your eyes grow heavy once again, unaware of a red light flickering through the base and alarms blaring.
The two men exchange a look, one you're oblivious to when your head slumps back down to rest against your chest.
"Showtime." One of the men laughs, clapping his hands before they both exit the cell, leaving your weak body alone-something you can be silently thankful for.
"Bucky," His name passes from your lips before your eyes drop once more.
Leading the mission, Bucky refuses to trail from the plan. Sometimes, he'll swerve from the set motions, but when it comes to you, nothing is to be changed or come as a surprise.
Continuing through the dank corridors, Bucky keeps his gun aimed in front of him whilst Steve and Natasha follow behind. So far Bucky has not left a single guard standing, and some without breath.
"You think this is it?" Natasha questions, looking at a series of locked doors, each with a number printed above and the red light flashing.
Bucky remains silent, trying to zone out from the murmurs behind him. His eyes continuously scan over the doors, he homes in on the furthest down the corridor, noting the light flashing white instead of red.
"There." Bucky speaks up, picking up pace toward the door only to be surprised by three guards who start shooting.
Wasting no time, Bucky tears the three down with ease. He ignores their screams whilst he shoots and punches his way through them.
Breathing deeply, Bucky leans forward to see a series of buttons to unlock the door. "Got any idea-" Steve starts, only to be met with Bucky smashing his metal fist into the panel, causing the door to open.
Adjusting their eyes to the dimly lit room, the trio enter apprehensively.
Scanning the room, Bucky's breath catches in his throat at the frail figure in the corner of the room. "Y/n?" His voice croaks, wasting no time to rush to your side, delicately lifting your head up to his lap. Eyeing over your various injuries, Bucky shakes his head and nestles your cheek with his hand. "What've they done to you?"
"Buck, we've got to get her out, now." Steve places his hand on his friend's shoulder, watching his oldest friend help you up and break the chains keeping you cemented in place. "Nat's clearing our exit, we don't have long."
Upon picking you up, Bucky freezes at your loud cry. "I'm sorry, doll, I'm so sorry." He repeatedly mumbles into your neck as he cradles your body in his arms all too aware of you dipping in and out of consciousness.
Much to their surprise, their exit is easier than anticipated. With you lying limp in Bucky's arms breathing heartlessly, Nat starts the jet up.
"It was all just to prove a point." Bucky states quietly, an oxygen mask now covering your nose and mouth. "just to show they could still get back at me, after all this time." His fists begin to clench on the edge of the seat, something Steve quickly picks up on as he moves to sit beside the pair of you.
Looking down at you in daylight, Steve could feel his heart clench in his chest. From what he saw of you briefly in photographs, you were shell of the woman you were physically, let alone mentally when you eventually come to.
"She's safe now, Buck." Steve reminds Bucky, feeling a sense of hope wash over the jet at your eyes open.
"Buck?" You croak, trying to lift your hand up, only for it to be held tightly by Buckys. "You, you found me." Tears start to build in your eyes upon seeing his, only for them to quickly refill with black spots.
"Of course, I'll always find you." Bucky whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead as a tear glides across your skin.
two months later
"Okay, okay!" Bucky chuckles heartfully, clutching the menu in his grasp above his head whilst you pout up at him. "Just say sorry and it's yours, doll."
Crossing your arms over your chest, you lightly sigh. "Come on, that's not fair. Steve will agree with me on this, right, Steve?" Glancing over your shoulder, Steve doesn't move a muscle from the armchair situated in the compound living area. "Steve?" Waving your hand, you reach for a cushion to throw at him, only for it to be deflected at the last second.
"I think you've got a slight advantage here, Buck." Steve chimes in, much to Bucky's playful dismay.
Lowering his arms back down, Bucky kneels in front of you with the menu in hand. "Here you go, doll." He winks, watching you snatch it from his grasp before wheeling backward toward the coffee table.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Barnes." You salute, reaching across for your crutch to ease you out of the wheelchair.
Upon hearing a quiet wince, Bucky's gaze falls upon you, and starts to walk in your direction to assist. "She's got this." Natasha pipes up, now entering the room to see what all the commotion was.
"Thanks, Nat." You smile, now using the crutch you reach for your phone, revealing the scarring on your forearm which sometimes hurts to see.
With a quick tug, you pull on the sleeve of Bucky's henley you've stolen before dialing for the takeaway and leaving the room.
Now left alone with two old friends, Bucky can practically hear their questions protruding. "She's just taking things a day at a time." Bucky explains, burying his head in his hands at the memories of the past few months.
"I mean, I haven't heard her laugh like this since before," He trails off, not wishing to finish the sentence as images of blood, your screams, and pleads replay.
"It's alright," Natasha comments with a soft smile. "She's tougher than she looks, for a civilian that is." She adds.
"Who're you callin' a civilian?" You speak up, feigning shock at Natasha's remark. "I happen to be a very special person." You add, slowly making your way toward Bucky.
Smiling at the interaction, Steve dares to ask. "And what makes you special, huh, Y/n?" He plays along, thankful to see Bucky's smile growing as you reach him, wrapping your free arm around his middle.
"'Cause this guy gets to date me." You state with a smug grin, feeling Bucky kiss your temple with a smile on his lips. "Nothing more special than that, right?" Looking up at Bucky, his smile only widens as the sparkle in your eye flashes for a moment, slowly making its return.
"Yeah, doll." Bucky tells you. "Luckiest guy around."
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Hold Me In Your Arms Tonight
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pairing : steve rogers x reader
fandom : marvel
synopsis : steve comes home from a mission, and all he wants is to be wrapped up in your warmth and in your arms.
a/n : i just wanted to write something tender and sweet and smutty so here ya go
warnings : smut
the usual murmur of the quinjet had dulled, into a thick and heavy silence. as the machine soared through the night sky, the avengers found themselves in a rare moment of quietude after a particularly intense mission.
the air inside the jet hung heavy with a mix of exhaustion, and tension.
tony as usual, was the first to break the deafening silence. reclining, in his seat, his signature smirk missing commented, "well, that was fun, wasn't it? remind me to thank fury for these vacations."
natasha, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow, one hand pressing an ice pack to the indigo bruise blooming on her wrist.
"now's really not the time" she muttered, eyes gesturing towards steve, who looked the picture of defeat.
the mission had started promisingly and could have been regarded as an amateur operation. intel suggested a hydra base operating in a remote location, with plans for a powerful biological weapon that could endanger innocent lives.
steve and tony had decided that the entire team didn't have to come, so the two of them with natasha and thor had suited up and gone, leaving bruce, wanda, clint you and sam to wait in the compound. they had what they thought was a meticulous plan to infiltrate and neutralize the threat.
until they actually reached the base.
as the team breached the compound, it had become evident that hydra was one step ahead. the entire facility was a trap, a carefully orchestrated ambush. waves upon waves of highly trained soldiers overwhelmed the avengers, forcing them into a chaotic retreat, that had left most of them nursing minor injuries.
"we didn't know cap" nat said, looking at the simmering anger in steve's eyes.
steve didn't lift his eyes off the spot he was focusing at on the wall.
"they knew we were coming. how the hell did they know?" thor asked, slamming mjolnir down in the ground.
tony muttered something along the lines of "our intel was compromised" but steve didn't care.
as the silhouette of the avengers compound came into view and natasha heaved a quiet sigh of relief.
she knew that the only person who would be able to calm steve and get through to him was you, and that you'd be the only person he'd ever open up to a 100%
with a hum, the jet landed, and the four trooped out, to see an awaiting maria hill, a grim furrow in her brow.
"cap we need a debrief on the-" her words died on her tongue and she computed the glare thor sent her way.
she understood the message : leave him alone.
speaking of, steve had walked into the compound, stepping into the elevator, head dropping low, he finally let out a deep sigh, fingers pressing the 4th floor, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms.
the ding of the elevator signalled his arrival to you before he did.
you were standing in the kitchen, listening to the merry bubble of the kettle as you boiled hot water for a warm cup of midnight tea.
tony had given you and steve the entire fourth floor as your residential area, and you couldn't thank him enough for the state of the art amenities and accommodation.
just as you put your two spoons of tea leaves in the ceramic blue teapot clint and his wife had gifted you for your birthday, you heard the elevator door open, and the heavy footfalls of your husband echoed in the hall.
smiling to your self, you poured the hot water from the kettle to the teapot, just as steve's muscular frame filled the door of the hallway, his long shadow preceding him as he walked into the kitchen.
steve could smell the scent of black tea before he saw you, the homely scent wrapping him a warm hug that he didn't know he needed.
there were softly lit candles glittering softly all around the penthouse, and fresh bouquets of flowers in every vase. the plush sofas looked freshly dusted and soft music was playing in the background
soft, muted lighting enveloped the space, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. the city lights beyond the windows twinkled like a myriad of stars, creating a breathtaking backdrop against the darkened sky.
but to steve, none of this mattered. the only view he cared about was the one of you, shuffling around the kitchen in fuzzy bunny slippers and your silk blue pyjamas.
he watched as you moved with a quiet confidence, navigating the familiar space with ease. the rhythmic clink of porcelain against the marble countertop echoing as the cups were placed gently on a tray as you selected delicate tea cups from the cupboard. he watched your fingers, adorned with subtle rings, tracing the edges of the cups with a practiced familiarity.
as steve observed you with a mixture of admiration and emotion, his gaze, fixed on you, spoke volumes as he recognized the beauty in the simplicity of this moment. the anxious lines on his face softened, revealing a depth of emotion stirred by the sight of someone he cherished engaged in such an ordinary yet intimate act.
"hi baby" you smiled at him, smile dipping when you observed at the tenseness in his body language. his shoulders were taut, remnants of anxious lines softly fading from his forehead as he looked at you.
"hey" he said, voice cracking slightly, even more as you let out a soft "oh" reaching him in two steps to wrap your arms around him.
in the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken emotions and words, but you both knew he didn't need words, he needed the unspoken reassurance that you were there with him, physically, in the moment.
he stood there, shoulders slumped, carrying the weight of the world on his weary frame. even captain america got overwhelmed sometimes. you approached him with a gentle understanding, eyes reflecting both empathy and love.
as you reached out to him, arms enveloping him in a comforting embrace, he crumbled.
the embrace wasn't just a physical connection; it was a lifeline, a silent reassurance that in this moment of vulnerability, he wasn't alone. your fingers traced soothing circles on his back, a rhythmic gesture that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions he was clearly feeling.
he buried his face in the crook of your neck, desperate to find solace in the softness of your presence. the scent of your hair, a mix of strawberry and vanilla, familiar and comforting, mingled with the quiet warmth of the room.
the thump of your heartbeat, pulsing through your body, steady and reassuring, echoed against his chest, a gentle reminder that they faced the challenges together, and that as you had stated in your vows, your hearts would beat together as one for the rest of your lives.
"we were so close, but everything fell apart. the intel was off, our intel was compromised, we were ambushed. the team got separated, and we couldn't prevent the disaster. it's like no matter what i do, it's never enough." he whispered, voice broken and eyes haggard, pulling back to look at you.
his eyes sought home in yours, desperate to find the love he needed so badly.
you listened attentively, absorbing the raw emotion in his voice. as he spoke, his hands clenched, betraying the frustration and helplessness he felt.
running your hands up and down his back, you whispered back, "you can't blame yourself for everything. you're only human. superhuman, sure, but still human"
steve ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, letting out a bitter chuckle.
"im supposed to be a hero, someone who saves the day. but what if I'm not cut out for this? what if I'm just making things worse?" he said, and you found tears rising to your eyes at the anguish your husband was in, blue eyes as stormy as the ocean, nothing but insecurity and fear reflecting in them.
you reached for his hands, holding them in a reassuring grip, fingers running over his knuckles in a pattern only you could interpret.
"darling, being a hero doesn't mean you always succeed. it means facing challenges, even when the odds are against you. it means being brave enough to admit when you may possibly make a mistake and it means allowing yourself to grow from the bad days. you can't control everything, but you can learn from it and keep going. you're not alone in this. you have all of us and we're always going to be there when you need us because you're always there when we need you. thats what makes you captain america, steve, your unrelenting ability to show empathy in the face of danger"
steve found solace in the warmth of your gaze. the weight on his shoulders didn't vanish, but the shared burden made it more bearable. "i love you so much" he said, leaning his forehead on yours.
bending down, he pressed his lips to yours, as you melted into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his jaw, as your thumbs ran along his cheekbone. he rested his palm on your waist, fingers splayed out and tracing a pattern, as his other hand reached up to caress your face.
you had to reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down by the neck to meet your lips. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, hands gripping you so tight as if you would vanish into thin air.
before you knew it his lips were heavy on yours, hot and needy, each kiss becoming more and more desperate as his hands roamed the expanse of your body.
his tongue pushed against yours urgently, but you broke apart, panting heavily, to kiss his cheek and whisper a soft "i love you"
steve swore his heart melted as you spoke, fingers caressing your cheek as he scooped you up from below, letting your legs wrap around his waist, hands gripping your thighs tightly as he guided the both of you to the bedroom.
the bedroom embraced an alluring intimacy, its subdued lighting casting a warm, hazy glow that danced across the plush surfaces. a large canopy bed, draped in rich, dark linens, stood as the focal point, its soft contours inviting and enticing. the plush cushions and silken sheets glowed softly in the dim lights,
the air was infused with a subtle fragrance of vanilla and lavender, creating a sensory tapestry that heightened the atmosphere.
the heavy curtains were drawn, swaying in the gentle breeze from an open window, allowing a filtered moonlight to cascade into the room, creating a soft interplay of light and darkness.
candles were strategically placed on various surfaces, flickering with a mesmerizing rhythm, casting enchanting patterns across the walls, rose petals scattered on the bed and the loveseat in bedroom.
steve carried you into the room, awestruck at how you had set up the room for his arrival.
"you did this baby? for me?" he asked, eyes softening. "all for you my love" you assured, smiling softly at him. "all of this and all of me is for you" you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.
you felt him shudder softly against you, and the sudden pick up in his pace as he dropped you gently against the bed.
"i adore you" he murmured, pressing kisses all the way from your head to your forehead, trailing down your face, from the curve of your nose to your plump cheeks, pressing delicate kisses to the soft skin, before ultimately stopping at your lips.
he pressed his pink lips to yours, lips moulding into one as he let his body hover over yours. his tongue darted out to lick your lip, begging for entry and when he squeezed your hip and you let out a moan, he slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue clashing against yours, teeth stopping to sink into your lower lip, pulling it back to watch it snap back into place.
you kiss down his jaw, reveling in the soft sighing that he floods your ear when you near his throat. he groans when your mouth latches onto that sweet spot by his shoulder, your hot tongue sliding against his neck, with your chapstick tasting of shea butter and cherry, fingers dancing across the hem of his suit like a tease. his arms slide down to your top, the silky material scrunching up as he pulls it up, marvelling at the skin below.
"touch me" you whisper against his mouth with swollen lips and nudging noses. he sighs at the phrase, sea blue eyes never once leaving the comfort of yours. "touch me, use me, use me to get rid of your stress" you whisper, rocking your hips slowly against his.
you could feel his hard on against you, and you gently rolled your hips against his.
you were sure it got hard, this facade of being perfect all the time. so maybe just this once he needed to let go. let go of the gentleman person and fuck you raw till he was calmed down and satiated.
your shirt rides up even higher as steve drags a rough palm over your ribs, his rough hands have you jittering. his head rests on your stomach, lips pecking the area around your belly button and down your hip bone until you’re rotating your hips around him. "you're absolutely unbelievable" he groans as he gently licks around your sensitive belly button. he groans in pleasure when you tug on his hair, smiling when you say, "i dont know how lucky I got with you" he murmured.
"touch me. just touch me like you won’t ever stop" you whimper out, and steve studied the want in your glassy eyes and nodded softly, stroking his finger on either side of your cheek. the intimacy of the moment is jarring against how desperately the both of you want each other. but it's sensual and sweet because its a long buildup his finally being at peace.
agonizingly slow, his fingers dip down the waistband of your panties, cotton rubbing against the back of his hand as he curls his fingertips towards your pussy. the gentle notion makes your breath hitch, especially when he spreads your folds apart to expose the hood of your clit.
his middle finger circles draw leisurely over the sensitive nub with slow, rough circles and your thighs twitched.
his voice hitches in his throat as he observes your reaction. "oh, doll, you’re — oh, you’re just dripping, aren’t you?" he groans as you guide his hand further, the pads of his fingers dragging your arousal against your wet entrance. "my gorgeous, gorgeous girl" he whispered, pressing a sugar sweet kiss to your jaw.
"I'll always love you no matter what" you moan, scratching at his shoulders shamelessly, rocking on the heel of his hand for more friction. your eagerness spurs him on and so he increases the pressure, skimming his fingers over your folds and pressing ever-so-tantalizingly near your hole before he returns back to your clit. "fucking tease" you whine and he smirks.
your steve is usually demure even in bed, ever the perfect gentleman, gentle with you as if you'd snap into two if he was too harsh with you.
but this steve was daring and experimenting with his rough side.
your next sentence died in your throat, a soft gasp leaving your lips when he pushed his finger inside you, slow and deep enough to rip a whine right out of your throat from the stretchs.
he inhales loudly, eyes fixating on your mouth when you hopelessly sigh against his neck. you shift your knee higher up his leg, giving him more access to finger you. he hums at your expressions, mirroring them when you suckle dark marks just beneath his sharp jawline.
he mouths at your shoulder, leaving glistening patches of saliva in the wake of his sloppy kisses. you rock against the heel of his palm, mewling as he drags his fingers against your walls and he muffles his own moans against your skin.
"you’re so perfect" he groans, fucking his fingers in and out of you. the noises that leave your pussy and his throat are sinful, sounding like the harmonious mixture of splashing waves and delicate moans, his hand cupping your mound while he fingered you impatiently.
"fuck, Y/N. you’re making quite the mess, aren’t you, my angel? god, your moans are so fucking sweet to listen to"
"steve, your fingers..." you watch his wrist snap against you, juices squelching around him. you nearly sob, waterline beginning to water as the pleasure intensifies, "you get me so wet" you whimper and you hear the groan he tries to suppress at the juxtaposition of your angelic voice and face and the filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth.
"that’s good. I love pleasing you, you know that?" he asks as you clamp down onto the crook of his neck, teeth stifling your wrecked moans as he curls his middle and ring finger against that spongy spot inside you.
his touch is generous, and accompanied by his weathered hands, you can feel your orgasm approaching soon. he fucks you faster, thumb rubbing at your clit hard.
while others would resort to their own personal pleasure to de stress, it's your pleasure that brings steve relaxation. the fact that he could draw earth shattering orgasms from you was what helped him feel good and he knew that it was only when you were completely satisfied that he would be too.
you cry out into his chest, bite marks littering his skin as you hold him tight and gracelessly grind against him until you lose control over your climax.
your body shakes from your orgasm, gradually and slowly, steve's fingers scissoring carefully in and out of you. 
your pussy pulses needily between your thighs, toes curling as you focus your attention on steve undressing. his suit comes off, discarded somewhere in some corner, his under clothes come off, and then finally, he drags his gray boxers down his legs, and his cock stands proudly, slapping against his stomach as he releases it from it's prison.
you moan as you take in the sight of his thick cock, long and girthy and big enough to leave you breathless as it always did. steve after all was a supersoldier, and his cock was to match. he also had incredible stamina and you knew he'd leave you exhausted.
he nears you again, heavy against you and you reach down to stroke him, smiling up at him, realising your hand doesnt fit all of him into your palm. his cock twitches again when you moan, a throb settling at the base of his spine with an uintelligible moan.
"stevie, baby, i want nothing more-" you strain, reaching behind your own hips to take ahold of his cock and line the weeping tip up perfectly "than for you to fuck me. i want you to fuck your pain and your distress away" you say, and his eyes darken with lust, the baby blues fading to black, like a dark and thunderous sky.
his dick catches against your clit first, causing your body to jolt in shock before you sweep him through your dripping folds. he grabs ahold of your hips, seemingly spellbound as to where else to hold you. his eyes flicker all across your bare skin, unable to settle on the best spot.
his teeth reach down to grab your nipple in between them, one hand reaching up to fondle the other. his tongue darts around the perk nipple, sliding all around it, saliva dripping all around it. your hips rut wildly at the pleasure on your sensitive nipples, and the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers toying with the other.
a chorus of gasps sounds between the two of you as you slowly roll down onto his dick, harmonizing almost like a symphony. he stretches you deliciously, and he's big. very big. perfectly filling. It’s akin to losing all sense of direction, unsure of up from down, left from right. your hips stutter and still from the shock because through your haze you feel steve thrust upward and into you to bridge the gap and you whine as he brushed a sensitive spot within you.
a high pitched wine of "oh fuck!* leaves your lips, and a deep groan echoes in steve's chest.
you groan, finally feeling him sink all the way into your pussy, already shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. before you can comprehend, hes bottoming out in your slick pussy.
rising back over the curve in his cock, you lift yourself back up until only his tip is pressed up against your pussy. you pause before you sink back down. you see the almost animalistic need in steve's eyes as he gazes up at you through his lashes, eyes following the clenching of his jaw.
the wet sound of your pussy being filled over and over echoes, the air that had held a chill seemingly warming at your shared activity. you can barely hear his groans, your heartbeat thrumming so loud in your ears that you’re convinced he can probably feel it thudding in your walls.
your eyebrows arch in bliss as the ridge of his head catches up against something so incredible that you’re drowning in pleasure, a light that must surely be heaven flooding your eyesight.
but it's not heaven no, it's a sight far better : your husband, mouth agape and head thrown back fucking into you like your life depended on it.
what you didn't expect was the harsh smack to your ass, his big hand smacking the sensitive skin of your ass and you let out an "oh!" skin stinging and pussy dripping, before the longing for more fills you.
"you like that, my pretty girl?" he asks, pinching the fat of your hips.
you merely moan in response, mind melting at the pleasure. a second smack to the ass follows, and a large vein-y hand grips your throat and forces you to look at him.
"words doll, words" he chides, and you stutter out a shaky "yes" your movements are stuttering at the way a familiar simmering feeling begins deep inside your abdomen, but steve doesn’t want you to stop. his hands take a firm grip of your hips, forcing them down as he begins to thrust up and into you in that same desperate pace.
he continued to brush against that part of you that just obliterated any coherent thought, your mind melting into sludge as pleasure overtook every nerve in your body.
his hands traced over your ass, still hovering between the edge of good boy steve and bad boy steve, but all it took for him to slip was your whimper of "spank me harder daddy" and he was gone.
your sweet gentle steve was replaced by an animal, hands delivering harsh smack after smack to the sensitive skin of your ass, feeling it burn red hot as his large lands landed on your ass with a harsh unoact.
the filthy sound of his hand slapping the jiggly surface of your ass and the sloppy, wet sound of his dick pounding into your pussy echoed around the room, and you had never been more glad for the fact that your floor was completely soundproofed.
you’re not exactly sure what part of his body you’re holding onto, the muscles canvas all melting into one, so far away from comprehension, but you know you’re holding it in a bruising grip, one that leaves a perfect impression of each of your fingertips that would most definitely remain imprinted on his skin.
sweat beaded and dripped down his forehead, as he continued thrusting and pounding into you as if his life depended on it.
your mewls and whimpers perfectly complimented his grunts and groans as his hips snapped further into yours.
your back arched off of the bed as he let your leg rest on his shoulder, pushing the other one away from you so you were perfectly spread out, pushing one leg far away enough so that it was almost touching your ear
the smirk on his lips told you that it was gonna be a long night and that steve wasn't done with you just yet. he grabbed your face, fingers lacking their usual gentility, digging into your cheekbones, before pushing your face sideways into the silky pillow, making you close your eyes at the contrasting sensation of your hot cheeks against the cold pillow, the feelings setting your body on fire.
the sensation of you digging your nails into his back, had his hips falterring and stuttering slightly as he let out another lke growl into his ear, as he allowed himself a moment to bask in the burn of the sting before regaining his pace and thrusting back "you're so, so fucking good, just squeezing me so well hmm?" he growled, grunting as your pussy squeezed him harder and your eyes shut.
you only raked your nails down harder, although your moans were slightly muffled, and the desperate whines leaving your lips fuelled, him, as he continued snapping his hips into you, nails digging into your thigh, the pleasurable sting sending you spiraling. you could feel ths tight muscles rippling in his back, and you scratched down the bare expanse of his back, knowing it always drove him crazy.
the red hot pleasure in the pit of your stomach began to tighten, making you pant. he started guiding his cock deeper into you, which you didn't think was possible, and placed your hand in the outline of his cock in your tummy, and the filthy sound of your wetness and the sounds of your skin slapping together echoed across the hotel room.
the bed began to knock against the wall, the thumping sounding sweeter than the sweetest symphony you had ever heard.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. for a second, you thought you had floated into another dimension, a low hum filling your ears, and your body convulsing in pleasure.
you heard steve moan your name, before letting out a low grunt, feeling him release his chokehold on your throat and hips, watching as you squirted all over him.
your cum splattered him all over, and your vision almost went black from how hard you had just squirted on him.
he reached out to collect your cum on his fingers, licking it, moaning at your sweet taste. the sight had you blushing.
you thought you were done, but just as you began to come to terms with the force of your orgasm, you felt his thumb on your clit, making you jerk your hips away, shaking your head. "daddy please, no more, i can't, not anymore" you whined out, feeling your pussy throb.
"yes you can, one more my doll, just give me one more" he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again harshly, in a rough, dirty, demanding kiss.
you could feel his hips stuttering, his cock beginning to pulse inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy, signalling he was close to his own orgasm.
you moaned into his mouth, taking the opportunity to suck his tongue. "come on captain, cum for me, wont you? you work so hard and I'm so fucking proud of all your hard work" you whispered into his ears, licking at the shell of his ear
at your words, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his tongue poking out to lick patterns on the skin there, and you could hear his low, soft grunts as he chased his release, making the veins in his neck pop.
you could see his body glistening in the layer of sweat that had covered him, he continued to thrust into you for a second or two more, before a deep groan left his swollen lips, and an even deeper moan of your name echoed in your ear, as he spurted his cum into your warm pussy with a groan, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice, milking his cock
your body shuddered at the warm liquid dripping into you in hot spurts, covering your pussy in his cum, moaning in pleasure as the warmth of his release spread through you, enveloping you in a warm daze. panting softly, he stayed enveloped in your warm walls.
the both of you cuddled into the silk sheets, the aur conditioning doing little to cook your overhead bodies. steve pressed tender kisses to your face and body, whispers of "my beautiful girl, my angel, my doll, i adore you" leaving his lips like a mantra.
his hands, now no longer rough with want, traced soft patterns on your flushed skin.
"was that too rough for you?" he asked, concern etched in his eyes and worry lines appearing on his face.
"not at all" you said, quickly quelling his fears.
"you should do that again" you smirked, giggling when he blushed red. "thank you for that my love" he said, raising your knuckles to his lips to press a soft kiss to them.
"you don't have to thank me, steve. I'm always here for you no matter what" you murmured.
you were slowly sinking into a daze, but you registered him pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and heading to the bathroom
"I'll be back in just a second honey, I'm just getting some towels to clean us up" he explained, grinning at the pout adorning your bruised lips.
sure enough he came back, with cold towels to wipe you up with and a fresh set of pyjamas (his shirt and your shorts) to slip into, gently tugging you into the clothes and cleaning up the sticky mess on your thighs and cleaning you up.
he brushed the stray strands of your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your nose then your forehead, and then your lips.
he fed you a glass of cold water, and a piece of chocolate for a little bit of energy in the morning. cleaning himself up, he slipped into bed with you, his large arms wrapping you up, his head buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you snored softly beside him.
in the warmth of your embrace, he felt an unspoken reassurance. as he held you close, the rhythmic beating of your heart echoed a comforting melody
in that tender moment, he realized that in your arms, he was not just physically close, but emotionally anchored. the world outside ceased to matter as he embraced the profound sense of safety and love that enveloped the both of you, creating a sanctuary where worries melted away, leaving only the simple joy of being together.
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bucky: i’ve been through hell
y/n: big deal. i worked at the sunglasses kiosk at the mall for four years.
y/n: so not only have i been through hell, I was assistant manager there
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Can I request a Loki x fem reader where the reader is a super kind empath Avenger and comforts Loki, who also has been recruited as an Avenger (very reluctantly) but is still a bit ostracized from everyone else on the team. The reader is able to see how poorly Loki was treated in the past and promises to be there for him. They both end up falling in love but are too afraid to tell each other (the reader is able to feel this weird warm and fuzzy emotion Loki directs at her and she can’t pin point what emotion it is). They end up confessing when Loki sees an avenger member take advantage of the readers sweetness so he steps into comfort her. He confesses and they kiss 😚
Also have an amazing day and take your time with requests!!!
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If you squint ever so slightly, peer out from the reach of your favorite chair just enough to see into the surrounding hallway, you can almost make out the silhouette of Tony Stark pacing back and forth outside his office door. 
As resident empath of the Avengers team, you’re in charge of reconnaissance, general battle backup, and checking in on everyone to make sure they’re still intact. You’ve also gone ahead and assumed that to mean that you can use your abilities to read the hearts of your teammates. Hey, it’s what they hired you to do, right? It’s not like you’re scanning their minds, now that would be invasive. All you’re doing is sensing how they’re feeling. Anyone could do that with a bit of good knowledge on body language.
You shift slightly, and there– you can just make out a cloud of colors circling Tony’s figure. That’s how emotions have always appeared to you ever since you were a kid. When people are having a perfectly normal day and not too much has happened, you’ll only be able to pick up on a tendril or two of colored smoke around their frame, a few hints at happy or sad but nothing too special. 
Conversely, when something crazy is going on, it’s like they’re walking out of a bank of mist, Mr. Darcy at the end of Pride and Prejudice (2005)-style. For instance, at this very moment you can’t even tell what shade of shirt Tony is wearing through the dense emotion rattling around him.
This is obviously a sign that something is going on. Usually, Tony’s pretty laid back, or at least he pretends to be. Cool blue is his trademark. Sometimes, closer to missions or just after them, you’ll see bright lime or sickly yellow lancing through them, panic and stress from too much pressure on his shoulders. You can sense his anxiety attacks before they start. Tony has no idea how many times you’ve used your gifts to divert those things, and if you have it your way, he’ll never figure it out.
Tony’s not panicking right now, though, or not in the way that you’re used to. Instead of purple or blue, all you can see around him is red, blazing red. Tony’s not usually a red kind of guy. Red means anger, outrage, and by the looks of him now, something has happened to cook up a regular bonfire of irritation.
As you watch, though, more colors join the fray. You can spot uneasy yellows and greens, an undercurrent of fear. What could possibly be going on to make Tony so unhappy? The situation is complicated, to be sure, but that’s nothing new around the Avengers. Take it from a S.H.I.E.L.D.- registered empath:  no one ever feels just one thing at one time. There’s always a dozen different emotions swirling in between your heart and head. And right now, Tony’s got quite a few to chew on.
Unable to contain your curiosity, you get up from your seat and pad over to him. Tony almost flinches when he turns and sees you, but he rubs a tired hand over one eye and greets you like normal.
You arch a brow at this attempt at pretending everything is fine. After all this time, Tony should know that you’re not one to get fooled by a pretty lie like that. “What’s going on? You’re totally freaking out.”
“So glad to see you, Y/N,” Tony complains, “I look great? Thanks for telling me. You’re always so quick with the compliments.”
You give him a look. “I know how you’re feeling. What’s up with you?”
“It’s not me you should be questioning,” he sighs, “it’s the newcomer to our team.”
You frown. “I didn’t think we were getting someone new.”
“We weren’t supposed to, but Fury added another guy last minute. Apparently it was either that or have him rot down in a cell for all eternity, and we don’t want to risk pissing off his brother,” Tony clarifies.
“Who’s his brother?” You ask, curious.
“Thor,” Tony says, and then you understand at last.
“Loki is joining the team?” You can’t believe it. Loki attacked New York all of six months ago. Sure, Fury has always been one to maximize opportunity, but you can’t believe he’d let Loki into the ranks of the Avengers so quickly.
“That’s what I said,” Tony harrumphed, “but apparently it’s already done. He’ll be coming up later today to meet us all. You know, without trying to kill us this time.”
You chuckle under your breath. “I can’t wait to see how that goes. How long do you think we have until Steve breaks out a patriotic speech on our or his behalf?”
Tony snorts. “It’ll happen any minute now. Look, here Steve comes up the stairs now. It’s like he marches everywhere he goes. Unreal.”
True to Tony’s suspicions, Steve, upon learning of Loki’s arrival, does indeed treat all of you to a talk about looking past first impressions. If the red flickering around his eyes and fists says anything, though, it’s that he’s just as pleased about the whole affair as Tony.
You, for one, aren’t sure what to make of the whole thing. Something must have happened to make Fury trust Loki, and until you learn otherwise, that’s as good an endorsement as you’ll get around here. Before long, Thor is marching into the Avengers complex with a stranger in tow, and all of a sudden, you have eyes on your new teammate.
It’s strange, your first impression of Loki. Second, technically, but you’re not counting the Battle of New York. That was different, you were trying to kill each other. Now you’re supposed to count on him to save your life.
Tony shoots a quick glance your way, cocking one brow as if to ask, getting anything? The honest answer is no, not yet. Asgardians are always hard to read, you figured that out when you first met Thor. Everything about them is different, even down to how they feel certain emotions. Loki is no exception. At first, you think he feels nothing at all. Then, you realize he’s just very good at hiding it. His back is perfectly straight, spine stiff and unfeeling.
That is, until you look a little deeper and you start to see the threads of colors playing around his clothes, his hands, his blank stare. They’re green in color, green and gold like the stitching on his apparel. They’re not happy emotions, these, they’re–
They’re fear. Loki is afraid. Not that anyone here will kill him, not that sort of fear. He is certain that all of you will reject him, that this great god will have to watch humans laugh at him and just deal with it anyway.
You can understand feeling like that. When you were first recruited to the Avengers, you almost thought it was a joke. Surely an empath wouldn’t be useful in the heat of the battle. They had to convince you of that later, once you could start changing people’s emotions instead of just reading them. Still, you know what it’s like to doubt yourself, even when you’re sure that you are worth more than anyone can imagine.
So, you step forward first, and greet him with a smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say, “it’s good to see you.”
Loki arches a brow, and you don’t have to read minds to know that he’s thinking is it? as strongly as he can. This confusion only grows when you hold out a hand to him. For a moment, you think he’s going to reject you, but your smile stays insistent. He doesn’t have to like you at all, but goddamnit, you’re going to like him. He can deal with that on his own terms.
He must be able to pick up on this sort of stubbornness, and for some reason this is what wins him over at last. Loki extends his hand to shake yours, and just like that, the ice is broken. It’s as if a collectively held breath is released across the room.
That isn’t to say that the rest of the Avengers take to him so readily, nor that Loki is as willing to accept them as you. He tends to stick to himself, avoiding crowds unless he can’t avoid it. He begrudgingly tells you it’s because being around that many people either reminds him of Asgard or the battle or both.
He tells you a lot, actually. It doesn’t all happen at first. He may have shaken your hand, but he seems dead set on despising you. However, you’d made up your mind to win him over at that point, and you weren’t going to rest until you met your goal. It took a lot of slow, deliberate effort, but before long the conversations weren’t so one-sided and you swore he actually smiled when you entered the room.
Also, he stopped hiding his emotions as much. The first time you saw a hesitant wave of goldenrod brush across his shoulders, you thought you were hallucinating. It was there the next time you saw him, though, and the next, and the next, deepening to sunset orange and staying there. Happiness. He liked being near you.
Once trust was built, real friendship could follow suit. Turns out Loki was just as reluctant to join the Avengers as your lot was to welcome him in, but when Director Fury makes a decision, pretty much everyone has to follow suit. Thor had warned him against causing more trouble, so Loki was here to stay. He used to think that was a bad thing, but judging by the way his tone has softened as of late, he might not be so sure of that anymore.
Loki starts to tell you more, once he stops thinking of you as an outsider. He tells you about Thanos, about how he had twisted Loki’s mind so that he could only attack the city. You had suspected something was wrong with Loki during the Battle of New York– his eyes glowed a strange color, the emotions flickering around his chest were almost alien, so unusual even for a god– but hearing it is the confirmation you needed to be sure. Loki had not attacked you in his own mind. He had not tried to kill you, that was someone else forcing his hand.
That last part was especially crucial. The night he finally told you about Thanos’ control, Loki had not been able to leave until he was certain that you understood that it had not been him leading the attack on the Avengers and your home. At last, you convince him that it is alright, and only then can he rest easy.
The rest of the Avengers aren’t able to share in this peace, however. They don’t want to give Loki a chance, which, seeing as they’re not able to actually see his emotions, you can sort of understand, but at this point it’s growing tiresome. It’s been months now since Loki joined the team, and he has not lied to or betrayed or attempted to murder anyone. You want to yell at them to grow up, but you don’t feel like picking someone else’s fights.
Instead, you’d rather spend your time pondering another puzzle. Loki’s moods have shifted again towards you, but this time you cannot understand them at all. Something’s changed about the way he looks at you, how he speaks, and you have no clue what any of it means.
When you have trouble, though, there’s only one surefire solution:  you need to talk to Natasha Romanoff. Nat’s been your best friend since you joined the Avengers, actually. She gets you. You get her. It’s a good time all around.
So, Natasha doesn’t look too surprised when you all but throw yourself into one of the chairs in her favorite space in the complex one sunny morning. The only question on her mind isn’t to ask what’s up with you but what Loki’s done now.
You grimace. “I don’t know, that’s the worst part. He’s acting weirdly.”
“Isn’t that normal for Loki?” Nat questions. “I mean, he is a disgruntled younger brother/frost giant/Norse god. I feel like weird for him is kind of expected.”
“No,” you argue, “This is different. Something’s changed.”
Natasha furrows her brow. “And you haven’t been able to pick up on anything?”
“Well,” you hesitate, “maybe there’s something. I have no idea what it is, though. It’s happy, I think, but it’s sad at times, too, and flickery, like even he can’t explain it. I don’t know how to describe it in the slightest.”
She nods decisively. “It’s love.”
You blink in surprise. “What? No, I just said I had no idea what this is. There’s no way you would be able to guess it so quickly.”
Nat shrugs. “Actually, your vague description was exactly why I know what this is. Only love makes no sense like that. Love makes you happy, but it breaks your heart, right? It confuses the hell out of you because that’s what it’s supposed to do. There’s nothing else that could make anyone feel like a mess of emotion but love.”
You sigh. “That still leaves the fact that it’s Loki, though. You actually think he’s in love with me? I’m a human. I mean, inhuman, technically, but same difference to him. Why would a literal Asgardian god ever look at me like that?”
Natasha’s gaze is knowing, but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t. You won him over faster than anyone was expecting. I think the biggest question isn’t what he’s feeling, but what you are.”
You brush her concern aside. “Well, of course I know how I feel. I’ve had this much time figuring out how other people’s emotions work, it’s like a user manual for what certain things feel like in your own head. I just can’t believe that he truly feels the same. Maybe he’s trying to trick me by pretending to feel a certain way, I wouldn’t put it past him.”
Nat scoffs. “I thought you were the president of the ‘Stop Loki Hate’ fan club. What’s gotten you doubting him again?”
You shoot her a look. “I’m not doubting him, just myself. Also, there’s no such fan club. Fury banned us from attending Avengers-based clubs, remember?”
She nods mournfully. “All it took was one bad experience. Look, all of us showing up to the ‘Personally Victimized by Nick Fury’ meeting was funny. He was just being a bad sport.”
You smile fondly. “I remember. I’ve never seen that much red in my life. He was totally outraged.”
“Oh, I know. You didn’t need empathy powers to tell that much. At least we abstained from putting on the fake eye patches.” Nat muses.
You bite back a laugh. “Yeah, that might have been overkill. Anyway, back to the point. Are we sure about this?”
“We’re sure,” Natasha assures you, “I’m sure you’ll get in your own head about it later, though.”
“You can count on it,” you grin, and say your goodbyes.
Natasha is right as usual, as it turns out. Both about your feelings and the fact that you would second guess yourself. You were going to say something to Loki, but you talked yourself out of it later that night. It just feels wrong, that’s all. There’s no way a literal prince of the gods would fall in love when you’re just, well, you.
You do your best to push it out of your head, Nat’s knowing glances be damned. Life is too busy to contemplate men who won’t speak their minds. It feels like a new crisis hits New York every week. Speaking of which, you’ve actually got complaints about that. Namely, the fact that you haven’t been on a mission in quite some time despite your status as an Avenger.
You get frustrated once a couple of months have gone by without you seeing a fight. You pull Steve aside when you hear about something going wrong again. “I saw Fury’s memo about needing an extraction team for a situation over in Spain. Can I sign up?”
Steve shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we’ve already got enough guys on that team.”
You frown at him. “You can never have too many guys on an extraction team. It’s, like, Avengers lore that stuff always goes wrong on those. I can at least tag along as backup just in case. I’ll grab my gear and be off in like five minutes.”
Steve doesn’t seem willing to back down, though. “Look, I’m glad you’re passionate about the team, but we’re good, honestly. If you’re getting bored, just join the next mission, I’m sure one will come up sooner than later.”
You sigh. “That’s what everyone said last mission, and the one before that, too. I haven’t been out of the complex on official business in three months. I’m an Avenger, Steve, let me act like one.”
Steve puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Y/N, I meant what I said about being glad you want to help, but this is serious. I’m a supersoldier, that’s why I’m out there all the time. Nat’s been trained for this sort of stuff since she was a kid. It makes sense to send us, right? You know we value your gifts, but we can’t risk hurting you.”
Your stomach twists. “You mean, I’m really best when I’m looking at people’s heads, not actually in a fight.”
Steve doesn’t seem to realize he’s upset you, and he nods emphatically. “Exactly! You’ve got a great skill set, just not for right now. I bet we’ll find something soon, though.”
You flash him a thumbs up, already walking back down the hallway so he can’t see the way your face twists. “Can’t wait.”
You let your composure drop the second you’re around the corner. Is this really how they feel? You were useful in the Battle of New York, you know that, and the other agents say you’ve been improving with your abilities by leaps and bounds. You’re handy with a gun or knife, too, so you know you could survive a fight and be of use. You’ve done it before, why are they so keen on stopping you now?
It makes you feel, well, useless. It’s hard to stop the tears from pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly change course to head for your private quarters. You don’t want anyone to see you like this.
Of all the fantastic timing, though, the one person you want to run into least of all right now steps into the hallway just as you think that. Loki nods at you as usual, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
You shake your head dismissively, trying to physically will yourself to look normal. “Nothing! I’m great. Everything’s good.”
He doesn’t seem convinced, though, and reaches out a careful hand towards you. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like everything is good.”
You let out a watery laugh, and that does it. “No, actually, things are terrible. Everyone on the team sees me as a joke.”
Loki frowns, clearly taken aback. “Well, that’s not true at all. I don’t see you as a joke in the slightest.”
“Everyone else, then,” you amend with a messy wave of your hand, “I’ve been trying to convince them to let me on a mission for months and they won’t do it. I know my gifts are damn near useless, but I just want to help.”
“That’s not true,” Loki repeats, “They’re a lot of good, actually, and you know that. You’re the best interrogator they have, even compared to Romanoff. You see through everyone’s lies in a heartbeat, even mine, and I’ve had plenty more time to practice them than most. You can sense a trap or ambush in half a second. They’re fools for not wanting you out there with them.”
You smile weakly at him. “You don’t have to say all of that. Thanks, though.”
“Of course I do,” Loki says blankly, “it’s true, and I need to.”
“Why?” You ask curiously.
Loki swallows hard, looks away, and then you see it again– that faint mist of pink, right over his heart. It’s just like Nat said, isn’t it? Just like that.
He forces his gaze back to you, and you’re shocked by the certainty in his eyes after all this time of ducking around your feelings. “It’s true because I love you, and I would not be able to stand it if you let the rest of them talk you into thinking otherwise. They’re toy soldiers, the lot of them, all the same. They couldn’t see real worth if it was standing right in front of them.”
You smile, and for once it’s not cracked or teary or anything, it’s real, as real as the pink ribbons tying the two of you together. “I love you too,” you say.
“Of course you do,” he replies, but he’s smiling too, and you think– no, you know– that everything is going to be alright.
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The Sexiest Man Alive- Chris Evans x Reader
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I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!
MOST OF ALL ENJOY THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+
You were stirred from your sleep abruptly, the dinging of your phone constantly going off. Laying there for a few seconds, before it continued to ding.  
Carefully reaching across your sleeping boyfriend, his grip tight on your waist. You silently gripped your phone, turning off the ringer. Through your sleepy vision you looked at the screen.  
54 messages 
The sleep quickly cleared your vision as your focused on your messages. Terrified there was an emergency going on and you both had slept through it. 
One sentence caught your attention, “Chris Evans is the Sexiest Man Alive” 
You took a double take as you checked your messages once again, many of them filled with the same words... The sexiest man alive. 
A gasp left your throat as you began to shove your boyfriend softly. Almost buzzing with excitement of the news.  
He slowly stirred from his sleep, his grip reaching to pull you closer. Soon enough his eyes met your dark ones, a look of concern flashing across his face seeing you wide awake. 
“What’s wrong?” he murmured, sitting up running his hand through his hair 
“Sexiest man alive...” you softly murmured back, almost unsure of the reality you had been hit with. 
He looked at you, trying to read your features, “What did you say babe?” 
Your eyes met him once again, “You are the sexiest man alive” a huge smile crossing your features as you said the words once more.  
He smiled at you, watching the giddiness on your features. “I am assuming the article came out...” he stated softly. 
You head whipped up from your phone, almost puzzled at the fact he kept it from you. 
“You knew?” you said, just taking in every feature of his face as he smiled at you.  
His laugh echoed through your bedroom; his smile still strong as ever. 
“Of course, I knew. I wanted to surprise you babe” he said, placing a soft kiss onto your cheek 
You sat there dumbfounded, trying to figure out when he would have had time to do a whole photoshoot. Then it hit you, he was gone a few days last month for press. Well, what he told you was press, and it must have been done during those few days. 
A smile crossed your features, “You hid this from me? How dare you hide the sexiest man alive from me” the humor lacing your tone as you pushed him back carefully straddling his lap. 
“Surprised?” he said, humor clear in his tone as he brushed your hips with his soft hands.  
You shook your head, smiling down at him. “Of course, not... I know how sexy you are. I don’t need People to tell me that” 
He smiled up, his large hand running across your face carefully pulling you to him. His lips touched your softly, he could feel you relaxing into him. Your hands carefully found their way into his darker hair, tugging softly.  
He hummed into the kiss, pulling away taking in your appearance as you hovered above him. Softly you began to grind your clothed heat against his hardened cock. Moans escaping from the both of you, running your hands down his chest, you began to slowly remove his shorts. His soft moans filling the room as you handled him. 
You looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you. Carefully you licked his cock, a chill running through him as he gripped your hair hard. You took him into your mouth, twirling your tongue around his head. He jerked his hips, sending his cock to the back of your throat which made you both moan.  
He shuttered as you picked up your speed, he quickly flipped the both of you. You gasped as you ended up under him. Him now rubbing his hardened cock against your clothed heat.  
A soft moan escaped your lips as he whispered in your ear, “You look so sexy under me.” 
Sending a shudder through your body, his lips found the sweet spot under your jaw. Carefully sucking as he made his way down your body. Hickey’s littering your soft skin as he pulled of your top. The cold rush of air on your exposed skin causing your nipples to become hard. 
Low moans escaped your lips as he shot you a wink before taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasurable contact causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Knowing good and well you were ready to give everything in the world to this man.  
He continued to kiss down your body, removing your soaked panties. The sensation of the cold air hitting your wetness cause a moan to escape you. You could see Chris and the smile on his face before he dove between your thighs. 
He licked a stripe up your wetness, before carefully licking your clit. The pleasure overwhelming you as you through your head back on the pillow. You could feel him slowly enter two fingers into your leaking cunt. The pleasure slowly building inside of you. 
Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm was quickly approaching, he was repeatedly hitting your most sensitive spot. 
“Honey- I’m gonna...” you whimpered as your legs began to give out.  
“Go” was all he said before you came undone at his mercy. The mess of moans bounced around the room as you felt you pulsating around his fingers. 
“I need you baby...” you said, grinding against him. A smirk crossing his features as he stroked himself a few times, his head red and leaking precum before guiding himself to your opening. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate his large size. 
His pace quickly sped up barely giving you time to adjust. The pace quickly began to be too much for your pleasure ridden body as you could feel your second orgasm approaching. Your back arching off the bed as your orgasm began to overwhelm you.  
You could see him throw his head back as he could feel his high approaching just as fast as yours was. His eyes met yours as he watched your beautiful body underneath him as he plowed into you. You could see he was getting close and his words quickly followed what you knew. 
“I’m close” he murmured as he continued at his fast speed. Forcefully hitting your sensitive spot, you knew you were about to explode. 
“Fill me up baby” you panted out as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your legs were shaking as he snapped his hips a few final times before spilling his seed into you. You could feel your cunt pulsating around him as he stilled inside of you.  
He collapsed on top of you, just taking in this moment, taking in you and your beauty. 
He smiled at you, as you pushed his dark hair off his sweaty forehead.  
“So sexiest man alive, huh” he said, a soft laugh lacing his tone.  
You just smiled at him, taking him in before softly speaking, 
“I didn’t need the universe to tell me you are the sexiest man alive” 
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shelbgrey · 10 months
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Hi could I request a fic with the avengers where the readers mom is very close with the avengers and she had the reader at 15 with the readers father who has been on and off absent and the reader doesn't see much of him and she was basically raised by the avengers theyre basically parental figures to her and have always been there for her when her dad finally shows up they threatened him because they're all overprotective mostly tony cause he sees the reader like his own daughter and he knows what it's like to grow up without a dad and the reader thanks him and hugs him and the rest of the avengers join in a group hug always reassuring her she isn't a mistake.
Six avengers and a Baby
Paring: avengers x Teen!Reader
A/n: sorry this is so late, I had zero idea of where I was gonna take this so I hope you don't mind is being HC and sorry it's so short.
A/n #2: request are closed so I can work on a twilight series I've started.
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So your mother is close to the averagers due to the fact she went to college with pepper, they were best friends and she got your mom a job at the Compound so she could take care of you.
Due to her being a single mom she always took you to work with her. She had you at a very young age and your father was never around.
It didn't really matter to you because the avenger grew a soft spot for you and helped your mom Raise you.
I your opinion you learned way more for them than you do in school. They all care for you a lot and are extremely over protective.
Some small details about you and them are:
You and tony are the closest, he's always been like a father to you and has always got your back.
You and Bruce are about the same, you call him uncle Bruce and he's your go to dude when you need help with homework.
Steve is like a big brother. He's tougut you many things like how to treat people and helped you become the kind soul you are today.
Clint teaches you normal day-to-day things. You want to learn how to use a bow/arrow he'll teach you. He also has thought you how to change the oil and a tire on a car just incase you get stranded.
With Natasha you two had to warm up to each other. She loves you and all, but when you were little you were scared of her for no particular reason.
Thor is just your Best Friend, he always makes you laugh and knows how to brighten up your day. One time he lifted his Hammer with you so you would think you could do it when the others can't(you were five at the time)
Your scared of loki. Period.
But then one day your dad showed up and the avengers or your mom wasn't pleased.
“y/n is my daughter, my own”
“then where the hell were you when she got her tonsels taken out and was absolutely miserable for three days?” Bruce shouted.
“where were you when she started kindergarten or high school?” nat stated.
“you don't have the right to call yourself her father!” Tony shouted. “she's my kid”
When Your father left you immediately hugged Tony. He held you tight and wasn't planning to let go for a while. “your not a mistake.... Your a fucking mericle”
When the whole time came around and hugged you too you know you were home and this was your family.
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marvelsmylife · 1 month
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Running from Your Problems Masterlist
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Plot: Not being able to see Azriel (your mate) pining over some he’s been in love with long than you’ve been mates, the reader seeks out a witch to help her but ends up escaping to another universe where Azriel can’t find her.
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smuttyfantasyfics · 1 year
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My Little Doll
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Pairing / Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings / non-con, dub-con, nsfw, stepdad!Bucky, virgin!reader.
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Bucky knew it was wrong but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when he let his thoughts wonder to how fucking good his thick cock would feel inside your tight little pussy, about the sounds that would leave you as he slammed into you without giving you a break.
God he knew it was wrong but he didn’t care, it was a need, bordering on an obsession.  He was desperate for it, for your virgin pussy, it was all he could think about. Whenever his cock was deep in your mom his thoughts were on you, on the way you’d look with his dick buried inside you.
Every time he saw you walking around the house, the summer heat making you wear shorts and a top that did nothing to help Bucky’s obsession, he nearly slammed you into the wall and forced his cock inside you, not caring about anything but seeking out your tight pussy. Somehow he managed to restrain himself though but it was getting harder and harder.
He knew you didn’t suspect a thing, knew that you thought his lingering touches were nothing more than friendly ones. You’d known him long enough that you were comfortable around him, he’d been your stepdad for a while now and he knew you trusted him. Bucky would get you to trust him even more, trust him enough to let him wreck you and keep it to yourself.
God, he wanted you so bad, needed to wreck your little pussy, needed to split you open until you were sobbing.
He tried so hard to keep his hands to himself, he really did, but you were so god damn tempting. It didn’t help that you were an affectionate person anyway with people you liked, so you didn’t help his little obsession when you planted yourself against his side on the sofa and cuddled into him, it was all he could do to keep his hand on your arm and stop in from trailing further down your body, though he never stopped himself pulling you closer, letting your scent fill his nose.
It was a dark fantasy that had plagued him for so long now, he was desperate for you, practically aching to feel you beneath him and he had long since stopped pushing the thoughts away. Now they played on an almost constant loop in his head, Bucky completely lost in his head with thoughts of you.
“I shouldn’t be too long but you know how things get.” Bucky shook his head slightly to bring himself back to reality, your mom pottering around as she made sure she had everything she needed. “I told Y/N I’d give her a ride to that party she was talking about, do you mind doing it?”
Bucky hadn’t been listening properly but your mom had a work emergency was what he managed to pick up, leaving you and Bucky alone in the house together. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch but he cleared his throat and smiled brightly.
“Yeah, no problem.” He assured and watched as she nodded before pulling her bag onto her shoulder and reaching up to kiss his cheek, murmuring a see you later.
Once the door closed Bucky let his smile fall from his face as he let his hand wander down to his clothed cock, palming himself with a soft moan before forcing himself to stop. It was so tempting though, he knew you were upstairs, it would be so easy to walk into your room and throw you onto the bed.
Another quiet moan left him as his cock twitched again but he heard footsteps above him and shook his head. It was tempting but he would have to keep his hands to himself.
He managed to calm himself down, sitting on the sofa and pointedly not thinking about you all alone upstairs, nobody else home to hear how he made your moan. He kept his hands busy, gripping a book he wasn’t ready to keep them off his dick. He’d have plenty of time to take care of himself, you’d be gone and he could lay himself down on your bed, the scent of you invading him whilst he let his thoughts run wild.
He was doing so well right up until you came down the stairs. You hadn’t seen him yet, sat on the sofa with the perfect view of you. You were too busy bending down to put your shoes on.
God, Bucky had done so well keeping his hands to himself but he couldn’t stop himself from taking every bit of you in. Your underwear was nothing but a tiny sliver of material, practically covering nothing and Bucky barely held a moan in.
Fuck, he had to have you.
He didn’t even remember moving, one second he was sitting on the sofa, the next he was pressing you face first against the wall with his fingers digging painfully into your hips as he pulled you against his already half hard cock.
“Bucky?!” You exclaimed after letting out a startled yelp. “What the-get off me.”
But he couldn’t, he couldn’t rip himself off you if he tried, not now that he had you against him, not now that his cock was pressing against you. Fuck you had to know what you were doing to him, coming down stairs in that tight little dressing, flashing your little pussy at him.
God Bucky had been good, so damn good, but he was a weak man and you were so painfully tempting.
“Fuck baby,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck and placing wet, open mouthed kisses against your skin, feeling your shudder and trying to pull away. “Fuck, look at you doll, so fucking pretty for me.”
He let one of his hands move, trailing from your hips to your stomach before trailing downwards and under your dress. He heard your desperate pleas to let go, you thrashing against him, moving against his cock, achieving nothing but making him harder.
When his fingers ran along your covered pussy Bucky couldn’t help but moan desperately, feeling like all the years of pent up tensions, of agonising patience and restraint were being drained from him. His palm cupped your pussy with no gentleness, his thoughts too clouded with longing and desperation to take it easy.
You winced and whined as Bucky cupped your pussy in his palm, pulling you further back against him and feeling his dick against your lower back. You felt tears filling your eyes as you tried to get away but his weight was pressing you into the wall and you couldn’t move.
“Fuck princess,” Bucky moaned, sucking a bruise into your neck causing the tears to slip down your cheeks. “Waited so long to touch you, fucking perfect for me, Y/N/N.”
“Please Bucky,” You sobbed, still moving against him pointlessly, “Please don’t do this.”
Bucky moved from your neck and buried his face in your hair, breathing you in as his hand pushed away the thin material of your underwear, him practically shuddering against you as he finally, finally touched your pussy.
You really were perfect for him, his fingers easily making small circles against your clit causing you to sob and plead with him but Bucky was so far gone, finally he was touching you, so obsessed with the thought for so long that he was practically drunk on you now that he was touching.
He pulled away only to turn you around so you were facing him and you took that chance to try and get away from him but Bucky was always going to win that fight, much stronger than you. You scrunched your eyes shut as his hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing away tears only to be replaced with more.
Touching you wasn’t enough, he had to taste you, had to bury himself deep inside your virgin pussy. It was like every fibre of his body was screaming at him to do it, that it was the only thing that was running through his head.
“Come on baby,” he whispered as he leaned in close to you, pressing a kiss just below your ear before biting at your earlobe none too gently. “Let’s go upstairs.”
That seemed to light a new fight in you as you pushed against him, kicking and punching and sobbing in a desperate attempt to get away from him but Bucky wasn’t having any of it. God, he had waited so long for this and he finally had you, you were finally his.
You were his little doll, his to do whatever he wanted to.
“None of that now.” Bucky grunted as he grabbed your wrists together and practically dragged you up the stairs, you fighting against him but it wasn’t enough.
Within minutes he had you in your room, kicking the door closed before he threw you onto the bed. He made quick work of using his belt to restrain your hands, arms lifted towards the top of the bed.
You continued kicking at him and Bucky paused long enough to find two more belts in your room and it wasn’t long before you were spread out on the bed, legs wide for him and Bucky couldn’t help but groan at the sight.
He had wanted this for so long.
Bucky crawled onto the bed and cupped your face in his hand, turning you to face him and leaned down. Fuck, he thought, you tasted so good and he couldn’t stop him from forcing his tongue into your mouth, so desperate to taste more of you.
You tried to fight back but Bucky’s hand held your jaw open and his tongue slid deep into your mouth. You were still crying and thrashing against the restraints Bucky had tied you to but, much to your absolute horror, you could feel a growing wetness between your legs.
This shouldn’t be turning you on, this was a man you’d known for years, your mom’s husband, he was taking advantage of you, forcing you to the bed against your will and here you were getting wet for him. It was wrong, it was more than wrong and yet when the hand not holding your jaw came up to wrap around your throat you couldn’t stop another wave of scared pleasure running through you.
Bucky seemed to catch the choked moan that came with his hand around your throat because he pulled away with a wicked smirk, tightening his grip so that your eyes widened.
“That’s it doll, Daddy knows what you want, Daddy knows you want this.” Bucky murmured, a dark look in his eyes as he tightened his grip even more, holding it until your vision began to swarm with black dots and only then did he release his grip, leaving you panting for breath and even wetter than you had been before much to your horror. “Attagirl, let Daddy take care of you.”
“Bucky please,” You tried again, desperately trying to ignore the wetness between your legs and the way your pussy kept clenching around nothing. “Don’t do this.”
“But baby I have to.” Bucky told you, his hands moving from your throat to the top of your dress which he ripped open effortlessly causing your pussy to clench again and you had to bite your lip. “See, I know you want it.”
Bucky’s mouth was wrapped around your nipple before you could even register it, the sudden wave of pleasure flooding your body even as more and more tears slid down your cheeks. His hands came up to your breasts, kneading and pinching at the unoccupied one as Bucky roughly sucked and bit at your nipple causing you to hiss in pain.
Bucky felt like he was in heaven, your breast in his mouth tasted and felt even better than all of his fantasies could ever have hoped to. But soon enough that wasn’t enough, he needed more, more, more.
Your eyes widened as Bucky pulled off your nipple and began trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach, pausing to rip the dress until it lay uselessly under you and leaving you exposed in only your underwear.
“Oh god baby.” Bucky moaned, his hand reaching down to palm at his cock as he shifted down the bed until his face was aligned with your pussy. “So fucking pretty for me, look at you.”
Bucky pressed a kiss to your inner thigh causing your breath to hitch and Bucky smirked as he trailed more kisses down your thigh until he got to your underwear. He didn’t bother taking it off, just licked at your clothed pussy and groaning loudly at his first real taste of you.
“Oh yes,” He moaned, feeling more pleasure than he had ever felt before, “Look at how fucking wet my baby is.”
You were sobbing, confused and scared. This was wrong, every bit of you knew it was wrong and it shouldn’t be happening, you didn’t want it to be happening and yet here you were soaking wet from the smallest of touches, pussy clenching every few seconds.
“Come on baby, you know you want it. You love Daddy, don’t you?” Bucky murmured as he went back in for another taste, practically ready to cum in his pants from this alone.
You loved Bucky, of course you did, he had always been there for you, but not like this. You didn’t want this but Bucky’s touch felt good and your body didn’t know whether to fight or lean into the touches, you didn’t know whether to fight or give into them.
Not that you had much choice, not strapped to the bed with Bucky pulling you underwear apart like it was nothing.
Bucky was gone, nothing could stop him now. Your pussy was right in front of him, wet and untouched by anyone and he wanted to, he needed to wreck you. The very thing he had obsessed over with lay out in front of him and he couldn’t stop now, not ever and with that he leaned forward and let his tongue trail from your hole up to your clit where he wrapped his mouth and began to suck like he was a man robbed of water.
You let out a choked sob that could very well have been a moan, your hand twitching to push Bucky away whilst your legs quivered and wanted to close around him and pull him deeper into you. It was making you cry even more, not knowing why you were feeling so conflicted.
Nobody had ever touched you like this before, the feelings were all new to you and it was overwhelming, especially when paired with the fear and panic you were feeling, still murmuring pleas for Bucky to stop even though you weren’t entirely sure you wanted him to.
Bucky greedily sucked and licked at your pussy, not being gentle, not letting you get used to his touch. No, he was taking what he wanted, right now you were his little doll with the most perfect pussy and he’d do whatever he wanted.
His face was wet, you were soaking his face and he was eating it up, loving every moment of it. He didn’t care about your crying or the protests falling from your lips, your pussy was telling him everything he needed to know, telling him how much you wanted this too.
Bucky pulled away from your clit causing you to sob, from relief or a want for more you didn’t know, but it wasn’t for long. Seconds later his tongue slid inside you and your hips bucked up causing him to chuckle against you, the vibrations causing you to cry out.
Bucky’s tongue moved in and out of you at a brutal pace, his thoughts a mess of pleasure as he thought about how he’d have his cock in you soon. He already knew he’d split you open, it was a tight squeeze getting his tongue in you and Bucky Barnes was no small man.
God he couldn’t wait to rip you open.
Tears ran down your face as Bucky’s pace never relented, it was too much. As much as you hated to admit it it was too good, it was too much pleasure and your body twitched as you threw your head back, feeling heat pool in your stomach and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you as you came for Bucky.
Bucky moaned against you, feeling your cum soaking his face and tongue and he wasted no time in licking your pussy clean, causing you to cry and whine as his tongue worked your oversensitive pussy. Bucky couldn’t help the dark chuckle that escaped him as he pulled away, knowing full well that your pussy wasn’t done with yet, that was just the start of things.
“Bucky,” You whimpered but Bucky didn’t give you the chance to say anything else as he pressed his lips to yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You felt and heard the moan he let out and couldn't help but whine.
“Look at you,” Bucky murmured, letting his fingers dance along your breasts again, lightly grazing over your sensitive nipples causing you to moan softly. “My little doll, huh? So perfect for me, waited so long to taste you.”
“Stop, please.” You cried, looking up at him with wet, watery eyes.
“You don’t get it, Y/N.” Bucky told you, leaning down to lick and nip at your breast, moaning as he did. “I can’t stop, I’ve thought about this, thought about you, for so long, baby. You’re perfect and now I have you. You’re mine, mine, I ain’t letting you go.”
“Why are you doing this?” You sobbed, still so painfully conflicted.
“Because I love you, Y/N. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Bucky grinned at you, the look slightly manic and you felt your stomach and your pussy clench. “Nobody’s touched you like this before have they?’
Bucky’s question was followed by his hand dipping back down and trailing lightly along your pussy causing you to shiver lightly. When you didn’t answer Bucky moved his hand and let it come back down on your clit with a sharp smack that had your body jolting.
“Has anyone touched you like this before, Y/N?” Bucky asked again, his tone colder now and your eyes widened in fear whilst you forced yourself to shake your head.
“N-no, only you.” You stuttered out and watched as Bucky relaxed again, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your pussy causing you to scrunch your eyes closed at the shift between pain and pleasure.
“Good girl, keeping your pussy just for me, not letting anyone else touch what’s mine. So good for me, my little doll, fucking love you so much.” Bucky murmured, his tone going back to that soft one he’d been using before he nipped at your neck.
“Bucky please, you-” You paused, desperately trying to think of something to say, replaying his words over in your head. “You had a taste, okay? You gotta untie me, mom’ll be home soon.”
Bucky’s face darkened and you regretted your words immediately. Bucky would be damned before he let someone take you from him, he’d tear the head of anyone who tried. You were his now.
“No need to worry about her anymore,” He told you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your breast before sucking a bruise into the soft skin causing you to hiss and moan despite how hard you tried to suppress it. “Your only job is to be a good girl for me, yeah? Let Daddy take care of you, let Daddy make you feel good.”
“Bucky,” You whimpered but Bucky cut you off with another slap to your pussy, followed by another and another until you were begging him to stop. “I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry!”
Bucky finally stopped his assault on your pussy, pulling back to look at the angry redness and your swollen clit, licking his lips as he thought about his cock stretching you open.
“I know you are, baby.” Bucky smiled at you and brushed some hair out of your face. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
Bucky raised an eyebrow and you and you took a shaky breath, knowing he expected an answer and hoping that you could keep him calm if you did what he wanted.
“Yes, yes Bucky.” You forced out and Bucky’s smile widened into a bright grin as he stroked your cheek.
“Daddy’s so proud of you doll, so perfect. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” He told you and let two of his fingers push into your pussy, watching as you winced.
He loved that it was a tight fit for two of his fingers even with his spit in your pussy and the wetness from you. He couldn’t help but smirk down at you, watching as your mouth hung open slightly as you panted. Bucky’s fingers, even with the tightness, rocketed in and out of you causing you to pant and whine and thrash against him.
God, he loved it.
He didn’t continue for long though, already holding off for too long. His cock was painfully hard, a leaking mess against his underwear and so, so desperate to be buried inside his little girl. So he pulled his fingers out of you, taking a moment to suck off the wetness from your pussy before he pulled his shirt off over his head and pulled his jeans and underwear off.
Your eyes widened and you shook your head, the tears which had slowed down coming back full force as you realised what was going to happen. Your eyes went to Bucky’s cock and you sobbed, there was no way that was going to fit inside you. It was long and thick and red from where Bucky was forcing himself to wait until he was buried inside you.
Bucky moved so he was up at the top of the bed with you, his dick level with your face but you turned away and shook your head. Bucky wasn’t having any of it though and fisted your hair in his hand, turning you back to face him and prying your mouth open with the other hand.
Once your mouth was open he wasted no time in sliding his cock into you, pleasure filling him at the way your mouth stretched and you gagged immediately. Bucky didn’t give you time to adjust and used the hand in your hair to move you up and down his cock, watching as drool escaped your mouth, sliding down your chin as well as soaking his dick.
“Fuck doll, that’s it, so fucking good for me.” Bucky moaned, completely lost to his pleasure, your mouth tight and hot and perfect.
You couldn’t help but moan around his dick, causing him to chuckle darkly. You were so confused, you knew it was wrong but having Bucky’s cock in your mouth had your own pussy flooding, you could feel the wetness running down you. You shouldn’t be enjoying this and yet here you were, wetter than you had ever been, dick in your mouth and taking pleasure from it.
When Bucky pulled you further down his cock you gagged and tried to relax your throat, feeling it slid down and tears ran down your cheeks for a different reason now. God, what were you doing? You couldn’t be enjoying this.
You let out another moan as Bucky forced his cock further into you, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing as you moaned again. You hated that you were not only letting this happen but also taking pleasure from it. You hated that you forced your mouth to open even wider around Bucky’s thick cock.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it baby girl, just like that.” Bucky praised in between moans and you felt a bolt of pleasure run straight to your pussy at the praise. “Such a good little doll for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky wasn’t expecting an answer but he couldn’t help but laugh softly as you moaned incoherently around his cock anyway, the grip he had on your hair lessening and you didn’t try to pull off, instead you bobbed your own head up and down his length.
Bucky knew he had to pull out of your mouth or he’d end up cumming down your throat and as hot as that mental image was, he was so desperate for your pussy that he managed to force his cock out of your mouth, smiling down at the pretty picture you made.
You were a complete mess, lips red and swollen, drool all over yourself, mixing with the tears. You panted for breath before your lips pulled into a pout on their own.
“S’alright baby, Daddy’s got you.” Bucky murmured as he shuffled down the bed and you bit your lip as you watched him settle between your legs. “Such a good girl getting Daddy’s cock wet, huh? Look at your pretty pussy dripping for me.”
“Please daddy,” You whimpered before swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat because that wasn’t meant to come out of your mouth but then Bucky was smiling so warmly at you that you felt another wave of pleasure run through you. “Daddy, please.”
Bucky was grinning, he couldn't help it, this was more than he could have hoped for. You so cock hungry, so blissed out on his cock that you were giving in to what you wanted. Fuck, he needed to be in you now.
“I know baby girl, Daddy’s got you.” Bucky murmured as he lined his cock up against your hole.
Bucky was way too big, your virgin pussy had never been played with and Bucky knew he would destroy you, he was counting on it. Even with his tip lined up against your pussy he could tell he was much too big, when he pressed in the smallest bit he was pressed against your whole pussy, your hole too small but he’d be buried in you.
“You want Daddy’s cock, doll?” He asked softly and you nodded, looking at him with wide eyes. You knew it was wrong but it felt good, it felt so, so good and it was Bucky. You loved the man even if it wasn’t like this, even if this was wrong, it felt good.
“Please, please Daddy.” You begged and Bucky nodded, leaning down once more to kiss you and smiling into it as you kissed back, a little messily and proving how inexperienced you were but Bucky loved it.
When he pulled away his eyes were immediately on your pussy, he had to watch as he pushed in. He held the tip of his cock and pushed himself in, grinning when his cock just brushed against your pussy because your hole wouldn’t take him.
He shoved three fingers into you causing you to buck into his touch and hiss in pain but he ignored it and used his other hand to guide his dick to your open hole, the tip lining up and he pushed himself in, moving his fingers and forcing his head in.
You let out a sob of pain, thrashing against the sudden, painful intrusion. A stinging pain spread through your pussy as Bucky didn’t give you a second to get used to the feeling of being open before he slammed into you, forcing his cock deep inside you.
You sobbed loudly, pleading with him to stop. It was too much, too painful, red hot stinging ached your whole body. Bucky was too big, too thick. It felt like your whole lower half was being ripped open.
Bucky moaned deeply as he settled inside of you, pausing for only a few seconds to savour the tight, heat that surrounded his cock, he could feel your walls tensing and pulsating as your body tried to push him out but he was buried so deep in you, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Without any more hesitation Bucky gave into every feeling he’d hidden away for so long and began thrusting in and out of you, pulling back far enough that his tip was just nearly about to slip out of you before he slammed into you repeatedly.
Your cries and sobs continued, it was so painful, pain ran through your whole body. Bucky’s cock was huge, it felt like he was ripping you open with each thrust and yet at some point you began to feel little bursts of pleasure. You desperately tried to focus on them but the feeling of being torn apart was too much.
That was until Bucky finally took pity on you and his fingers rubbed circles on your clit. The second his fingers touched you your hips thrusted, burying him deeper into your pussy causing you both to groan. As Bucky’s fingers played with your clit the feelings of pleasure were more and more until you were moaning loudly, head thrown back as there was an even mix of pain and pleasure running through you.
Bucky kept up a steady stream of praise and you lost yourself on his dick. Bucky watched as he fucked you silly until you were moaning and babbling words he couldn’t make out but your fingers were buried in the belt, your hips moving to meet his thrusts.
Watching his cock spread you open, watching as he ripped you open sent a whole different kind of pleasure through him. He knew it had to hurt and here you were absolutely gone, the only thing on your mind was Bucky’s cock. It was intoxicating to watch and Bucky knew he couldn’t live without this anymore.
“D-da-Daddy, oh God, Daddy,-plea-God,oh my God, Daddy please, too much!” You babbled and Bucky knew you were close so he picked up his speed, his fingers against your clit circling faster as his hips thrusted in and out of you with an almost painful pace. “No, too, too much, Daddy please.”
“Daddy’s got you, baby. You’re good, so perfect for me.” Bucky continued to murmur, leaning down and sucking another bruise into your neck before nipping at your ear as he spoke. “So good, so perfect, my perfect little doll, letting me rip you wide open, taking my cock so well. Fuck baby, you’re perfect.”
“Daddy please!” You sobbed, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. Bucky placed another light kiss to your neck causing you to shiver.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Y/N.” Bucky told you, feeling himself tightening and he could feel you clenching around him. “Cum for me, baby, come on me, cum all over Daddy’s cock.”
Bucky felt you cum first, doing as he ordered and soaking his cock with your cum. Your head seemed to fall further back into the mattress as your back arched and you clenched tightly around him. It only took two more hard thrusts before Bucky buried himself in your neck and shot his load inside you, pushing himself as deep inside you as he could and cumming harder than he ever had before.
It took a few minutes for you both to catch your breath and Bucky was able to pull away from your neck to look at you. He couldn't help but smile, you were absolutely wrecked. You looked back at him through half lidded eyes, pleasure swimming in them, you looked totally blissed out with your mouth hanging open to take deep breaths as you worked through the aftermath of your orgasm.
When Bucky moved to pull out of you you couldn’t help but whine and clench around him, shaking your head causing him to chuckle.
“You don’t want Daddy to pull out?” He asked and you shook your head again. “Want Daddy to keep his cock inside you, make sure all that cum stays in you?”
You whimpered and nodded and Bucky felt his heart swell. Who could have guessed the real thing would beat his fantasies?
Bucky leaned down to kiss you again, this kiss much lazier than the last and you kissed him back, tiredly but eagerly letting him slip his tongue inside your mouth. It was only a few moments later that Bucky pulled away and let his fingers brush against your cheek.
“Daddy’s got to move, baby, sure your hands are aching by now.” Bucky said and watched your frown before you tilted your head back and realised that both your hands and feet were still bound.
You nodded and Bucky slowly pulled out of you, moaning loudly when he watched his dick slip out and your hole stayed stretched, pulsing around the empty space as a stream of cum escaped the wide hole.
He couldn’t help but let his hands trail across you causing you to whine but Bucky shushed you as he leaned down and licked at your pussy, making sure a mix of your cum and his own gathered in his mouth before he moved back up to you and cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip and this time he didn’t need to force them open as you let your mouth open for him.
Bucky leaned down and spat the mix of cum into your mouth, letting it trail out of his mouth slowly and feeling his cock twitch as you stuck your tongue out for it. He watched you swallow the cum down and couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss you again before finally forcing himself to pull away and undo the belts from around you.
Your hands fell down to your side and Bucky moved to sit back down next to you, waiting to see what your next move would be now that you were free. You shocked him by letting your fingers move along your stomach before brushing down against your used, sore pussy, shivering at the touch. You coated your fingers with the cum, looking down at your fingers before you brought them up to your mouth and wrapped your lips around them.
“Shit baby.” Bucky moaned and you smiled once you pulled your fingers out with an obscene pop. “So fucking perfect for me, huh?”
Bucky didn’t know how he got so lucky, how this was better than all those fantasies he had created. He couldn’t help but beam at you hours later when your mom was home and asked why you were walking funny, if you were ok and you just smiled at her and told her everything was fine. He didn’t know how he got so lucky when the next night after the woman in his bed fell asleep he snuck into her daughter's bed and buried himself deep inside of her, filling her with his cum. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky that you were so damn eager to please him, his own little doll ready for him to use however he wanted.
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*Y/N and Pietro in jail*
Y/N: So, who’re you gonna call?
Pietro: I would call Wanda, but I feel safer here. 
Y/N: I also would call Wanda, but I’m not in the mood of being punished.
Pietro: How about Nat?
Y/N: I still wanna live to see tomorrow. 
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Cuddles - Bucky Barnes
Bucky x reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 496
Summary: Prompt “You came to my room at 4am to cuddle.”
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Ever since Bucky had come and joined the Avengers Y/n had been there for him. It had been surprisingly easy for Bucky to trust Y/n. He didn’t know her but for some reason he felt he could trust her with his life and freedom.
The two became extremely close. They both talked about their problems and nightmares. Bucky from his time as a HYDRA experiment and all the horrific things they made him do. For Y/n it was her past, her life before joining the Avengers. They could understand each other in ways the others couldn’t.
Normally when one of them had a nightmare or couldn’t sleep they seeked out the other. 
Tonight Bucky had fallen asleep somewhat early but had been woken by a pericutally bad nightmare. He couldn’t get back to sleep. At least not on his own.
Y/n was laying in bed watching t.v. she had been trying to sleep since she went to bed, but something just felt off. Then suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in.”
Bucky entered with her permission, once in her room Bucky saw y/n laying on her bed under the covers. “Hey, you're still up?”
Y/n smirked sitting up a little. “You know I could ask you the same.”
“I asked first.” Bucky smiled teasingly.
“Can’t sleep. I don’t know why, something just feels off.” Y/n shrugged, not really knowing the answer herself. But she felt more relaxed now that Bucky was so close in distance. “What about you?”
Bucky shrugged back, avoiding eye contact. “Same olds, you know.”
“Come here.” Y/n patted the bed side next to her, pulling back the covers. Y/n felt for him, she knew how he was feeling and going through. “You're sleeping here tonight.”
Bucky walked over to her bed after shutting the bedroom door. Bucky took off his hoes and climbed into bed. Y/n cuddled up into him, hugging her super soldier tight.
Bucky chuckled, feeling her tight hold. “You gonna keep me hostage in your bed, doll?”
“You came to my room at 4am to cuddle.” Y/n smiled teasing him. Even though there was a lot of truth in her teasing. Cuddling up with y/n wasn’t just nice but he didn’t seem to have nightmares when they slept in the same bed. If they were touching boths, anxiety seemed to wash away.
“That's how you see it?” he asked playfully, wrapping his arms around her as well.
“Yes.” She nodded, smiling at him from her spot tucked into his side.
Bucky smiled widely, tightening his arms around her, as if that was possible. “That's fine with me, doll.”
“Good cause you're not leaving.” Y/n snuggled into his side, arms around his torso ready to finally get some good sleep. Now with Bucky by her side.
“No place I’d rather be.” Bucky whispered before kissing her head and he went to sleep.
~
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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!
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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.”
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nev3rfound · 9 months
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strike twice : b.b
bucky sure knows how to put his foot in it sometimes. but when a storm causes a powercut throughout new york, he's quick to make amends. (1k word count)
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"Fine!" You scream in response, exasperated from the argument that arose between you two other such a trivial matter.
Scoffing, Bucky picks up his bag and heads for the door to your room. "Night, Y/n." Bucky manages to say through gritted teeth, not daring to spare you a glance in response before slamming the door shut, almost breaking it from the hinges.
"Asshole." The word leaves your lips in a whisper as you collapse onto your bed with a heavy sigh.
The rain lining the windows mirrors the tears falling down your cheeks, all of which slowly link together before disappearing through the cracks and quickly replenishing.
Reaching over, you grab a hold of your phone, only to see it's dead. "Fuck!" You groan, throwing your phone at your wall before bringing your legs to your chest, allowing your cries to increase in the comfort of your own room with the rain battering down on the windows.
On the lower levels of the compound, Bucky sits with a scotch in his grasp, nursing it tenderly whilst Steve sits beside him, slightly dumbfounded.
"So what were you guys even arguing about?" Steve asks, brows remaining furrowed following Bucky's slightly rushed explanation.
"Doesn't even matter now." Bucky huffs, taking another swig of his drink. "But she's not happy, and neither am I frankly."
Humming in response, Steve glances behind him noticing rain starting to hammer against the windows. "And you had nothing to do with that?" He dares ask, hearing his friend's glass slam down on the counter.
"No." Bucky is too quick to respond, knowing for a fact it is his fault this time. "Possibly." It passes his lips softly in defeat. "I might've messed up, pal."
"You don't say." Steve chuckles, now fixated on the rain lashing down, and the rumbles of thunder following suit. "Storms on its way." He motions, oblivious to Bucky tensing at the statement.
"A stor-" Before Bucky can finish his question, the lights above start to flicker, TV monitors start to glitch and FRIDAY blares gibberish. Quick to stand up, Bucky heads for the door just as the entire compound is submerged in darkness. "Oh no." His lips turn to a frown upon hearing a well-known cry from across the compound.
Your eyes frantically search the room for your phone, only to find it and remember it's out of battery. "No, no." Mumbles pass from your lips in a panic whilst the rolls of thunder boom closer to your window, causing you to jolt with every sound.
Reaching for your blanket, you quickly grab a hold of it before stumbling into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind you.
Eagerly running through the compound, Bucky hears numerous conversations happening at once, but none of them concern him as he runs several flights of stairs to reach your floor. Once there, he slowly lets himself into your room, trying to see your silhouette through the lightning strikes.
"Doll?" Bucky calls out, now fully in your room but you are nowhere in sight.
With a sigh, Bucky turns to exit your room, wondering if perhaps you went to find solace in Natasha or someone else. "Bucky?" He pauses, hearing you whimper from the bathroom.
Wasting no time, Bucky opens the door to vaguely see you in the bathtub with a blanket wrapped around your body. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here." Apprehensively approaching you, Bucky can see you shaking frantically and tears lining your cheeks. "Let me get in the tub, yeah, baby?" Bucky ensures his tone is soft, tensing at the drums of thunder and your immediate panic.
"I, I heard the thunder, then I saw," Struggling to form words through your shaking lips, Bucky hushes you into his embrace. "and then the power went." Sniffing, you wipe your nose with your sleeve. "I'm such a wimp." A watery laugh sounds from you, and you can feel Bucky chuckling behind you.
"You're far from one, Y/n. Everyone has irrational fears." Stroking your arm with his right hand, you focus on that feeling, his fingertips circling. "When I was a kid, I was terrified of snails." Bucky smiles at your laughter bouncing the walls.
Glancing up with a grin etched on your lips, Bucky only shakes his head at you. "Of all the things, snails?"
"What can I tell you, doll." He shrugs. "Steve used to help 'em out. He'd see them in a weird spot, pick it up, and," Bucky shudders at the thought, only furthering your amusement. "yeah, so I don't exactly love snails, even now."
Now leaning back against his chest, your breathing has finally evened out. The storm outside is dull whilst Bucky continues to tell you stories, anything to distract you, make you laugh, smile and reminisce.
"And then I stopped in my tracks, nearly went face first into a-" Bucky cuts himself off at the flickering lights above you both. Within seconds you're both submerged in warm-toned lighting. "Would you look at that." He nudges you, now able to see your blanket clad self. "You look so snug, doll."
Sighing heavily, you shuffle to stand up with your blanket around your shoulders. Bucky rests his hand on the edge of the bath to help, following you out afterward into your bedroom.
"Thank you," You reach for your phone, finally placing it on charge. "for all of that."
"Y/n," Bucky starts, reaching for your hand and squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry for earlier, but I'll always be there for you, through storms and all." He tugs your hand and brings you into his arms.
"I appreciate that, Buck." You mumble into his chest. "And same here, if a snail dares appear I'll show that sucker who's in charge." A laugh sounds from Bucky as he tugs you onto your bed.
"Wow, my hero." He rolls his eyes, now lifting the blanket up to join you for the remainder of the night.
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