#i feel as though there can be something said over how peter - who is innocent - died but billy did not

[reese-tasteslikepepsicola]

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Naked part 2

! READ PART 1. Link down at the very end of this post <3 !

Summary: After Peter sees you naked, he cant stop thinking about it, it’s the only thing he can think about.

Warnings: Peter is a charming loser Mentions of reader being curvy (Srry I’m giving my curvy girls love), kinda smutty but not? Kissing, groping, alcohol consumption. Based on New Girl <3

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Peter lays on his bed, his head wondering to the night before.

Your naked body remains imprinted in his head like a picture, he can remember every detail about.

Your curves, your breasts that he would’ve respectfully grabbed if you let him—if Lauren wasn’t there watching in horror, and your cute ass.

If you told him to get on his knees, kiss your ankles and go down on you, he would do it in an instant—if Lauren wasn’t there.

Peter came to the conclusion at that very moment that he wanted—needed you in his arms at all times.

He didn’t want to just have sex, he wanted to be your boyfriend and treat you like how you should be treated.

Anytime you crossed his mind, his face would heat up and he’d start smiling and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl—it was pissing him off.

You guys always made it clear that you enjoyed being friends and taunting each other for fun.

You both argue too much and are constantly at each other’s throats, something romantic could never happen…right?

You hadn’t spoken to him since you…flashed him with Lauren being there. You were too embarrassed to leave your room after that, refusing to leave your room until Lauren had left and broke contact with Peter.

Deciding to swallow down your worry and embarrassment, you hesitantly knocked on Peter’s door,

“Come in!” Opening the door, you slapped your hand on your closed eyes,

“You don’t have to cover your eyes, y/n. I told you to come in” Peter stated, pretending to be annoyed at your presence even though he was actually waiting for you to come talk to him since the incident,

“Sorry! Just thought we’ve both seen enough nudity these past couple of days” Peter let out a chuckle and nodded, sitting at the edge of his bed with his arms crossed and his legs man spreading, looking up at you,

“I came in here to um—talk?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Talk?” You nodded and whistled, looking around his room awkwardly,

“Yep!” He sat there, waiting for you to say something, his head cockily tilting to the side,

“Your probably wondering why I was laying naked on the floor in your bedroom last night” You said.

He nodded and pursed his lips, hiding a smile,

“You cock blocked me and scared away a poor, innocent girl” He said, laughing. Rolling your eyes, you slapped his chest,

“I know! I feel so bad. She’ll forever know me as the scary naked girl who was hiding in her sneaky link’s bedroom” He shook his head and laughed again,

“I was trying to make it even between us, y’know? I saw your naked body, and I’ll show you my naked body!” You explained. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed,

“Yeah, I get why you did that. Why’d you have to do it when Lauren was coming over, though?” He teased, smirking up at you. You scoffed and shoved him by the forehead,

“I didn’t know she was coming over! You could’ve given the group chat a heads up!” He nodded and stared at the ground,

“So, did you like…see my, y’know…kitty cooter?” You asked awkwardly, poking at his shoulder with a grin.

He cringed and groaned at the word you used,

“I did! I saw everything. Also—kitty cooter? Just call it a vagina at that point” It was your turn to cringe and groan,

“Ew! The word ‘vagina’ sounds absolutely terrible coming out of your mouth, Parker. Never use that word around me again” He scoffed and threw his hands up in defence,

“Geez! Sorry for calling it the scientifically correct name. Never use ‘kitty cooter’ around me again, alright?”

-

“Since when did you have friends that weren’t me?” Peter asked Ned, as he glanced around the loft that was filled with at least thirteen people,

“I can have friends that aren’t just you. Surprise!” Ned said, scoffing,

“You could’ve asked y/n, Mj and I that you were going to throw a fucking party, dude” He shrugged and grabbed a beer from the fridge, handing it to Peter,

“Didn’t know I had to ask for permission, Daddy” Peter scrunched up his face and took a swig of the beer,

“Whatever” He leaned against the fridge and continued sipping it, starting to wonder where you and Mj were,

“What the hell?!” There you were.

You and Mj had shopping bags in your hands, struggling to hold them all as you scanned the loft full of people in annoyance,

“Who let humans in our loft!” Mj yelled over the music, catching your shoulder with her free hand when you began to lose balance in your steps,

“Let me help” Peter jogged over to you both and grabbed some of the bags,

“Did you invite these people, here? I thought we were your only friends, Parker” You said. He rolled his eyes and slung your purse over his shoulder with sass,

“I didn’t know about this party, either. Ned invited them without telling us” Mj groaned and dropped the bags on the floor,

“I hate it here. I’m going to my room and not coming out until these people leave” She walked away down the hall to her bedroom. You began following along behind her,

“I’m doing the same” Peter trailed behind you like a lost puppy, now holding every single bag you brought home. Getting into your room, you shut the door and pointed to your bed,

“Put the bags there, Bug-boy” He tossed the bags,

“Gently!” You shoved him out the way and double checked that nothing in them broke,

“You’re welcome, Princess” Peter scoffed, sitting down in your fluffy pink chair, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head.

You turned around to face him and almost gasped as his happy trail was showing from where his shirt lifted up. Your attention then focused to how his big muscles flexed through his white shirt.

Jesus Christ.

“So…big” You mumbled as you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow,

“What was that?” Your eyes widened,

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything! Shut up the fuck up” He snorted and ran a hand through his hair,

“Where’d you and Mj go today?” He asked, now manspreading.

Can he stop sitting like a bitch, for fuck sake?

“Uh—we went to Sephora, Walmart, the food court and Victoria Secret. When we were at Victoria Secret this old lady called me a whore for looking at this lingerie set that looked like two tiny triangles and a string of floss” You rolled your eyes at the memory.

He laughed and stood up, walking over to you,

“Aw, that sucks. Old people, am I right?” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug. You froze before nuzzling into his arms, sighing contently with your eyes closed, sniffing his armpit,

“Did you just sniff my armpit?” He asked. You could hear a smile in his voice,

“Pffttt—no, I’m not weird” He smirked and hugged tighter, his bicep now completely covering your face.

Is he doing this on purpose?

“You are pretty weird” You hummed to what he said, not recalling paying attention to anything but him.

“Never let go” The words left your mouth before you could really stop them,

“What?”

“What?”

-

“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” Everyone chanted as you and Peter were seeing who could chug down a beer faster. You managed to finish first which had everybody cheering and a couple of people ruffling your hair,

“Lick me, Parker!” You yelled, shoving his shoulder. Peter groaned and tossed the can away,

“I wish” He whispered to himself, but smiling as he watched you awkwardly dance in victory to the Pitbull song playing,

“Let’s play a game!” Ned yelled, drunkenly slinging an arm around your shoulder.

-

“We close our eyes and hold up a number on our fingers, and then on the count of three we open our eyes. Whoever is holding up the same number has to kiss!”

You and Ned sat next to each other while Peter sat across from you, next to a girl named Emily while she sat across from Ned.

Everyone was slowly starting to form little groups, playing different games together since it was still early in the night. You and Peter somehow got roped into playing this stupid game together,

“What are we, twelve?! This game is so stupid” You complained. Peter nodded along to what you were saying,

“Exactly! Also, Ned, I’m not kissing you if we hold up the same number” Ned scoffed,

“Why are you acting like we’ve never made out, before, Peter?” You looked at the both of them confused,

“Wait—

“We never kissed! Anyways, I’m only gonna play if y/n plays” He said, shrugging and staring you down nonchalantly. You squinted your eyes at him and looked over at Emily and asked,

“You playing?” She shrugged and then nodded,

“Okay, cool. I’m playing, then” Peter smiled and leaned forward so that his face was only inches from your’s,

“Damn. I guess I’m playing as well” Your breath hitched at his low tone,

“Yep! I’m playing, too” You repeated, mentally slapping yourself at your weird behaviour,

“Right. I’m gonna play, yep” He said back, now both of you becoming awkward once you guys realized how close your faces were,

“Ahem!” Emily cleared her throat in annoyance, breaking you guys out of your odd, repetitive conversation,

“Everybody shut your eyes, please!” You all did so before Ned began to count,

“Alright, open your eyes” Emily and Ned both had two fingers held up,

“Sweet!” He whispered under his breath before leaning in to kiss Emily.

Peter couldn’t hide his discouraged self when he opened his eyes to see that you both were holding up different.

After two more rounds of just Ned and Emily holding up the same number every time, Peter was getting fed up,

“I’m getting tired of watching you guys kiss, y’know” He said, still staring at you. In fact, he hadn’t stopped staring at you this whole game, this whole night,

“Honestly, me too. At this point, I’ll kiss anyone!” You stated, staring at everybody who was in the room, except for Peter himself. He couldn’t help but frown at that, now feeling like his feelings were one-sided,

“Fine! One more round, okay?” Ned said, closing his eyes and starting to count down to three,

“Open your eyes!” Coincidentally, you and Peter were both holding up four fingers. His heart sped up as he began to blush, but his face fell when he heard your groan and throw your head back,

“No way! I’m not kissing him!” He began to become defensive now, his way of hiding his hurt feelings,

“Well, I don’t want to kiss you either, y/l/n! And by the way, you said you’d kiss anyone!” You rolled your eyes and stood up,

“Whatever! Goodnight” Peter stood up as well in a hurry,

“Goodnight, as well!” He began to trail behind you as you made your way to the hallways to your bedroom,

“Why are you following me?!” You yelled, turning around and flailing your arms,

“I don’t know!?” He yelled back as you guys made your way to your room, the door being slammed shut by Peter,

“Why are you in my room!?”

“I don’t know!?”

You both stood there, simply staring at each other with squinted eyes,

“I didn’t even want to join the party. I just wanted to watch a movie and go to bed ” you mumbled, sighing heavily and sitting on the floor at the foot of your bed, leaning your back against it.

Peter did the same, sitting next to you, his head falling back against the frame,

“Damn. I wanted to invite Lauren over” You whipped your head around to look at him with a scowl, to end up seeing that he was grinning and looking at you already.

He was teasing you.

You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder,

“Not funny, Peter” He doesn’t know why, but the way his name rolled off your tongue had his spidey-senses tingling, his ‘Peter-tingle’ is what May would call it.

An awkward silence fell between you both. There had been many awkward silences since the ‘incident’ a couple of days ago. You guys saw each other naked for god’s sake! That would make any roommates and friends feel awkward for a bit, but it was coming up on a week that you and Peter had that unresolved tension.

Almost like you were reading his mind, you started to speak,

“There’s this weird feeling between us” He glanced over at you and pursed his lips,

“I kinda miss the old us, y’know? The us before we saw each other naked and vulnerable” You let out a small giggle at the end of your sentence. He smiled and scratched his eyebrow while nodding,

“No—yeah, I get what you’re saying” You leaned your head on his shoulder, catching him by surprise,

“I just thought that if I showed you my naked-self back it’d make things less awkward and have everything go back to being—normal?” He let go of a long breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and leaned his cheek on top of your head,

“It did kind of take away my embarrassment…but—

He cut himself and bit his lip,

“But, what?” He puffed out his cheeks and and rubbed his chin.

Just say how you feel, Peter.

“It took away my embarrassment but—it also made me feel things?” You grew confused and raised your head from his shoulder to look at him,

“Feel things?” He looked down in shyness,

“Like—I couldn’t get you off my mind after I saw you in my room…naked” Your face became hot to the touch at his words,

“Not just your naked body, by the way! You’re so much more than your body! What I mean is that—

“Everybody is leaving!” Ned swung the door open, cutting Peter off,

“Oh! Finally” you quickly stood up and sprinted out the room, leaving Peter there to sulk on your bedroom floor,

“You gonna come and say goodbye?” Ned questioned, giving the Spider-boy a weird look,

“Just leave me alone to die”

“Um—okay. What an odd thing to say”

-

After saying goodbye and doing your nighttime routine in the bathroom, you made your way to your bedroom to find that Peter was no longer in there,

“What a weird night” You whispered to yourself, flopping down on your bed.

You started to think about what Peter had said before, about not being able to stop thinking about your naked body.

The way he said it, in such a nervous but charming way, had you clenching your legs together while replaying it in your head. Did you really have that much of an effect on his mind? Did he like you?

I mean, he did say it wasn’t just your body that he was thinking about. What would he have said if Ned didn’t open the door?

Meanwhile, Peter was in his room at his desk with his head in his hands, his head running wild with thoughts as well,

“You’re so stupid, Peter. You should’ve never said anything to her in the first place” His foot tapped on the ground anxiously, trying to decide if he should never talk to you again (which he knew was not possible and too dramatic), or if he should walk across the hall to your room and tell you everything he has been feeling.

-

Needing a distraction, you felt around for your phone on your bed, to your end table, and then groaned in annoyance when you remembered you forgot it in the bathroom,

“My god!” You lazily got out of bed and went to the bathroom, grabbed your phone, and started the seemingly endless walk back to your room,

“Holy shit!” You screamed in fear, placing a hand on your chest.

There stood Peter in the hallway,

“Sorry! It’s just me! It’s Peter!” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your forehead,

“Yeah, I know it’s you. Just—why are you standing like slenderman in the middle of the hallway?” He glared at you and ran a hand through his hair,

“I wanted to talk to you but, you look tired and annoyed so, I’ll just let you go to sleep, or whatever” You straightened your back and blinked, your heartbeat beginning to beat rapidly at his words,

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

Peter could sense your heartbeat deep in his ears and a smell that he couldn’t really put a name on, but he liked it, and he knew it meant you were excited. It’s times like these where he’s happy that he is spider-Man. The hairs on his neck stood up as he stepped a little closer to you,

“Your heart is beating really fast” He started to feel cocky as he watched you look down to avoid looking into his face, and how the smell of your arousal was becoming more intense. He placed his hand on your chest,

“Peter” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Yeah?” You cleared your throat and awkwardly looked to the side,

“Your hand is on my boob. That is not my heart” His eyes widened as his cocky demeanour disappeared. He went to snatch his hand away, but to both of your guy’s embarrassment, his hand remained stuck to you,

“Um—

He tried taking it off again,

“I’m starting to think this is not your spider-ness, or whatever. I think you just wanted an excuse to keep your hand on my boob forever” His eyes bulged out of his head and continued to try and take his hand off,

“I did not do it on purpose! I’m sticky! It’s apart of me!” You slapped a hand on your forehead, and grabbed his wrist to make him stop pulling,

“Stop! Rip my shirt off” His face flushed at your words,

“I’m—what?”

“You heard me. You’ve already seen me naked, so just rip it off and we can—talk?” He nervously chuckled at your words,

“Are you sure? Cause—

“Peter”

“Okay, sorry! I’ll just—

A loud tearing sound could be heard,

“Wow”

He stared at your chest, suddenly getting déjà vu, but this time you were wearing a pretty white bra that had a small bow in the front instead of being completely naked.

You crossed your arms over your chest,

“Are we gonna talk, or?” You trailed off, whispering and looking up into his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath and looked into your eyes as well,

“I, uh—we still haven’t kissed. We held up the same number, remember?” He said, walking so close to you that your back was almost against the wall.

Your ripped shirt that was still hanging from his hand finally detached, plopping onto the floor at your feet,

“Peter?” You whispered, biting your lip,

“Fuck” Peter grabbed your bare waist and pressed his lips onto your’s, a surprised gasp coming from you. You placed your arms on his shoulders and practically melted into him.

He felt relief when you didn’t pull away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging, grinding into him desperately. Remembering that you were still a human who has to breathe, you pulled away and took a deep, shaky breath, Peter as well. You glanced into each other’s eyes, chest moving rapidly,

“I like you” He whispered, gulping. You grinned and pull him back in by his face to your lips. His hands were now experimenting, rubbing your lower back, the straps of your bra, and then your breasts. He let out a high pitch pathetic moan when he squeezed them,

“I cant believe I’m squeezing your boobs right now” you snorted against his lips at his loser-like way of saying it.

You let out a gasp when he unexpectedly picked you up bridal style like you weighed nothing, his super-human strength causing your mind to lead to very sinful thoughts,

“I think it’s so hot your spider-man—and so, strong” You blurted out, staring up at his brown eyes as he kicked your bedroom door open. He smirked at that and gently laid you down on your bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and shrugged, flexing his biceps (on purpose),

“Thanks. I can lift cars and buildings, too. S’like, no big deal or whatever” He looked down at his feet and scratched the back of his neck,

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna like—come here and have sex with me— or?”

“Right! Shit, yeah! Um—

He took his shirt off, hurriedly pulled down his pants and let out an embarrassing girl-ish scream when he tripped over his pants and fell on the ground with a loud thud,

“Oh my god! Peter, are okay?!” His head popped up,

“Yep! Totally good! Don’t even worry about!”

He dove on the bed and made himself comfortable between your legs, making you giggle at his enthusiasm. You guys went back to making out, his kisses beginning to trail to your neck, shoulder, breasts, and stomach. He slowly slid your pyjama shorts down your legs and tossed them behind him. He placed a hand on your boob and the other in your underwear,

“Oh! Peter!” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Wow, barely touched you and your already screaming my name” You screamed his name again and pointed to the window,

“No, Peter! You threw my new expensive shorts out the window!”

-

END

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Author: I cut my bangs too short so now I’m going to class everyday with these short fuck-ass bangs

Here’s part 1 down below

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[thealtoduck]

Love Dive

Peter Parker x Black Cat!Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Peter, Peter first time bottoming, unprotected sex, breeding, size kink (i guess), rough sex, May is home but sleeping, Reader is turned on by the thought of May catching them, spit as lube…

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: Peter and Reader have become friends after their one night stand and are studying together when things get a bit steamy.

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It was a late monday night, you sat on Peter’s bed reading in your chemistry book while Peter sat on the other side of the bed with his computer writing an assigntment. The two of you had become good friends after your… ”Hang out” at your friends party and had started hanging out quite a lot.

You were getting increasingly more annoyed with how overly complicated chemistry was, so you threw your book to the floor like a child having a tantrum. Peter looked up from his computer looking att you with a questioning look. ”Chemistry is hard” you stated grumpily making Peter laugh.

Though chemistry wasn’t the only reason you were grumpy, you hadn’t gotten any sleep that night after being out as the Black Cat stealing stuff as usual but you had gotten interupted by Spider-Man who managed to stop you and get the stuff back. So you were bit annoyed you hadn’t managed to score anything.

Peter got off the bed and picked up your book and put it next to you. ”Thank you” you muttered. You crawled over and sat next to Peter watching him write his assigntment. You rested you head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

You were conflicted about your feelings for Peter, part of you really liked him because he saw you the way nobody else did, as a person with feelings and thoughts. The other part of you saw him as the piece of ass you wanted to USE to feed your ego and have sex with whenever you wanted.

You felt yourself get turned on from you feelings for Peter and you decided you needed to feed you ego some more. ”Peter?” you asked softly lifting your head off his shoulder. ”Yeah?” he answered. ”I’m bored can’t we take a break and do something fun” you suggested. ”Sure, like what?” Peter asked innocently and closed his laptop and put it on the floor.

”How about we fuck” you suggested you said making Peter say ”What?” as if he heard you wrong. ”How about we get naked and you let me dick you down” you said with a devilish smirk. Peter then stuttred out ”B-But Aunt May is home”.

”She went to bed hours ago” you told him. Peter thought about your offer and the smiled cutely and said ”Sure, let’s do it”. As if on cue you stood up and ripped of your clothes leaving you butt naked in front of Peter who hadn’t even taken of his sock.

Peter gaped looking at you naked form, he admired you like you’d admire statues of greek gods at a museum. Your dick had gotten hard and was pointing straight at Peter. You crawled back into Peter’s bunk bed and pulled him closer to you by his legs.

You pushed him on to his back and crawled on top of him and the two of you started making out. You grinded your dick against his clothed crotch. Inbetween breathes you pulled of Peter’s shirt, then you started kissing your way down his chest and abs.

You started to impatitently unbuckle Peter’s pants and ripped them off his legs. Peter’s bare body was now revealed to the world, his dick hard and ready for action. You crawled on top of him once again and you started to hungrily make out.

Your hands traveled under his legs and started lifting his legs to reveal his tight pink hole. You sat up between his legs and asked ”This is your first time bottoming right? Unless you’ve done it for someone else”. ”No, you’ll be my first” Peter said excited for the night ahead. ”Perfect, then i can ruin you for everyone else” you said cockily and started rubbing your fingers over his hole.

Peter moaned as you slowly pushed in your first finger. As you continued adding more fingers to strech him out you told him ”Better get used to the feeling quick, i’m not planning to go easy on you just because i’m the first” you whispered in his ear.

When he was finally streched out you looked in his drawers for lube but he didn’t have any. ”You still want to go through with it?” you asked. ”Yeah” Peter said nodding. You crawled back inbetween his legs and said ”We’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way then”. You spit in to your hand and started rubbing it up and down your length.

You the crawled on top of Peter holding his legs spread in the air as you aligned your dick with his awaiting virgin hole. You slowly pushed the tip inside him making Peter groan at the new feeling.

You continued sinking further in to him feeling his tight hole wrap perfectly around your cock. ”You’re taking me amazing” you praised the boy under you. Soon enough you were all the way in letting him adjust to your manhood. ”Y/n, your cock is so big” Peter whimpered.

Once he had gotten used to your size you started pulling out and pushing in again slowly. ”Peter, you’re so tight around my cock” you moaned feeling his perfect warmth engulf your length. You kissed Peter’s bare chest leaving marks behind.

You started thrusting in to Peter a bit faster after he had gotten used to the feeling it made him moan louder. ”You like the feeling of me inside you?” you asked as you plowed in to the virgin boy. ”Yes” Peter said through his pleasured groans.

You had started loosing patience and started thrusting in to Peter’s ass harder and quicker making his bed rock back and forth. This made Peter moan even louder, loud enough for May to hear if she was a light sleeper.

The thought of Aunt May waking up to her nephews moan and the creaking of his bed, then only to catch you plowing him raw and seeing you cumming in his virgin hole really turned you on.

Your bodies were glistening with sweat from the intimacy and Peter’s hair had started sticking to his forehead. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the room and Peter was stroking his own dick searching for release.

You could tell he was getting close so you thrusted as deep in to him as you could intending to give him a life changing orgasm. ”Y/n, i’m gonna cum” he managed to get out between moans of pleasure.

As you continued roughly pushing into him Peter’s cock exploded drenching both your and his stomach in his cum. You felt yourself starting to get close and you said to him ”I’m gonna cum inside your virgin hole and make sure everybody knows i was the first one to fill you up”.

And with one last thrust your dick erupted filling Peter’s warm hole to the brim with your cum. At the moment of release it was like all the sleepyness came back to you making you you wanna collapse on Peter then and there. But you were a gentlemen so you got up and went to the bathroom and got a towel to clean him up.

Once you finished cleaning him up you pulled on your underwear and stole one of his sweatshirts. ”Do you mind if i stay the night? It’s so late and i’m tired” you asked having gone back completely to innocent mode. Peter sat up and started putting some clothes on too. ”Yeah sure, you want top or bottom” he asked. ”Peter, we just finished” you joked.

”Nono, i meant BUNK, i swear” he clarrified quickly. ”Sure you did, goodnight you horny nerd” you said and climbed to the top bunk.

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[luveline]

hii! i loved your tasm peter with touch starved reader fics and i wondered if you could write something similar but james? angsty and fluffy <3

thank you + tysm for requesting!<3

You're crying hysterically.

It's been a long time since you cried this hard. It started innocently enough, a movie you've never seen about a young woman who moves to a new city and meets a guy. The movie is renowned for its small touches, its subtle intimacies. 

It magnifies the feeling of absence in your chest by a thousand. 

To be kissed, to be hugged, sure. But to be touched; to have the hair swept from your eyes, the back of your hand brushed to the ridges of a solid bicep, the fat of your hip pushed into someone else's. You want that. The simplest and somehow the most complex. It's been so long - you can't remember the last time you felt held by somebody. It drives you a bit insane, sitting on your sofa, feeling a thousand miles away from any other human, further from the possibility of touch. 

Your door crashes open. 

You flinch, and are quickly calmed by James Potter's boyish laughter. 

"Oh, fuck. Y/N?" he calls. "Sorry, can you come help me?" 

You wipe your face with your sleeves and spring up from the sofa to find James in the hallway, his long arms laden in more shopping bags than one person should reasonably carry by themselves and a huge grin on his face. It loses its exuberance when he sees your eyes. 

You take two bags out of his arms and start for the kitchen before he can ask what's wrong, though he does anyhow, sounding much too concerned. 

"Are you crying?" 

"No," you say croakily, setting your two bags down on your small kitchen table. 

James sets down his three and rounds the table, hands reaching to grab your face. You want it so badly that you can't let him, pulling away from his searching fingers. He persists. The feeling of his skin on yours is painful. 

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asks. 

He tilts your head upwards so you're looking up at his face, tall enough that the inches between you feel like a mile. 

"Nothing, I was- I was watching David Attenborough. A baby lion died." 

He takes a long second to answer. You know he doesn't buy it but he doesn't want to force you to talk about it, wiping your cheeks dry methodically. 

"Must've been really sad," he murmurs. 

He pinches your nose clean. You startle and he doesn't care, all your gross mess marring his shirt sleeves. 

It's that carelessness that sets you off. James pats your cheek and turns his back, starts explaining that you're having a tapas night because he had a voucher for the supermarket and everything looked great, and I missed you, bub, I thought this would be fun for us. You can barely hear him, thinking about his fingers, how he'd wiped your snotty nose clean like it was no big deal, how your cheeks are still tingling where he'd cupped your face. 

Emotions are high and you're overwhelmed by his niceness. You start to cry again. 

You throw your hands up over your face and the sobs that work through you are almost painful, gasping against your hands for air that isn't there. There's a million questions you want to ask and a heap of injustices you want to rally against, but mostly you just want James to touch you again. 

You're beside yourself when he tries, when he murmurs, "Oh, come on, sweetheart," and reaches his hands out. His wide palm lands on your shoulder and you feel like you've been burned, flinching away. He doesn't try again, but he does plead. 

"Sweetheart," said with unending patience, "talk to me. I know Planet Earth hasn't wound you up so badly." 

You peak through your fingers at him. He looks so earnest that you feel instantly awful, turning away from him. 

His hands on your shoulders, his elbow pressed to your shoulder blade, James comes up behind you in a half hug and massages the seized up flesh there kindly. After a while you calm, your tears slow but don't stop and your muscles relax under his soft touch. 

You want to put your head on his shoulder. His chin pushes into your temple and it's almost enough. His hand coasts from one shoulder to the other, forearm stretching across your back, his hand rubs your aching upper arm. You look up to him, see him staring across the room at your picture frames, few in number. The photo of you and Janes has always been your favourite, where you feel most pretty. He has his arm around your shoulders and you look a little cagey but you're both smiling wide in the foreground of a green meadow bedecked in fair rides.

"Do you remember that?" he asks, pointing. 

"Yeah." 

"We hadn't known each other long." 

"No."

"I've always been able to get a good smile out of you." 

He looks down. His eyes are pinched in concern but he's fond. 

"Got another one for me?" he asks. You smile. He smiles back. "Thank you." 

You don't talk about the problem; you're ashamed. You open your mouth to confess and the words get stuck. James doesn't mind. When he pulls away he doesn't really pull away. His side kisses your side as he makes up a big plate of picky foods for the two of you, his arm slides against your arm as he sets everything down on the coffee table. When you sit on the sofa he throws himself down as close as he can. 

A nature documentary comes on the TV and he flicks it off. "Can't have my favourite girl in tears again," he murmurs teasingly, loading a cracker up with cheese and a small slice of fancy ham. "Here," he says. His fingers brush your fingers as he passes it to you. 

You can breathe a little easier. He's making excuses to touch you, you know. Subtle and then not, the night drags on and you find yourself under his arm feeling intoxicated with his nearness, so relaxed you're almost sleeping. 

"Whenever you wanna talk about it," he murmurs, hours later when you're sure he's forgotten all about it, "I'm right here. Right here." He emphasises with a squeeze. 

"Thanks, Jamie." 

"Of course. Anything for my best girl."

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[petitemistletoe]

James-Pt.2

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst!!!

Word Count: 1.8K+

Part 1

“Yeah my name is James. What does that have to do with anything? Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?” Bucky had no idea the simultaneous unfolding that was occurring in yours and Pietro’s brains. 

“Have you ever been to England? To a town…to a neighborhood called Godric’s Hollow?” Pietro asked. 

“What’s going on?” Steve stepped forward to stand next to Bucky.

“No I’ve never been to England.” Bucky said with his arms crossed. 

“Actually,” Natasha cleared her throat, “Tony found the log that HYDRA used to keep track of where they sent you. They sent you to England in the 1980s to work under their British contact. Does that timeline match up?” She looked at you and Pietro. You nodded, feeling like all the blood had drained from your body.

“Do you have the name of this…British contact?” Pietro asked. Bucky looked panicked now, the way he did when his past with HYDRA was brought up. Natasha and Steve looked at Tony who had apparently left and was now re-entering the room with a leather bound book in hand.

“A guy named Tom Riddle.” Tony said, unusually serious.

“Oh my god,” You felt your knees go weak. 

“Who is Tom Riddle?” Steve asked. 

“Voldemort. The man who murdered our son.” Pietro’s hands were shaking, “I’m going to kill you.” Pietro lunged for Bucky. The entire room exploded with everyone talking over each other and yelling as Sam and Thor separated Pietro and Bucky. Steve ran to you and grabbed your shoulders. 

“You know that Bucky was under HYDRA influence and anything he did at that point is not his own fault. He’s a victim.” Steve was speaking very fast. 

“I don’t understand, though. I don’t understand why did you ask Voldemort to spare me?” You asked, tears in your eyes.

“I didn’t.” Bucky grit his teeth. 

“J-Pietro do you still have your wand?” You asked.

“He’s staring at you again.” James laughed, his arm heavy over your shoulders. You looked behind you as you strolled around the Black lake. It was some guy who worked with Filch. One of Dumbledore’s initiatives as headmaster was to make sure that there were programs at Hogwarts for squibs like Filch. There was a man that worked under Filch who seemed to be just a few years older than you and your friends. He was creepy, quiet, and kept to himself, with his body concealed under thick black robes and black gloves no matter how warm it got. He didn’t seem to like anyone or anything but he would stare at you from the shadows. When you made eye contact you would always smile and if you passed him in the hall you’d always say hello but something about him creeped you out. 

“Shut up,” you hit James’s shoulder playfully. 

“What?” James said with feigned innocence, “I don’t want to interrupt time with your boyfriend.”

“You’re such a dick,” you chuckled, but still felt uneasy and you looked back over your shoulder and saw the man staring at you. 

You and James walked down the path until the Three Broomsticks were in sight. You could see Sirius, Remus, and Peter making their way towards a table but you also saw the man again, staring from a tree next to the pub. You grabbed James’ arm and stopped walking.

“Can we go to Hog’s Head instead?”

“Hog’s Head? Why the hell would you we go there-oh,” James followed your eyes until he saw the man, “Alright, I’m going to talk to this bloke. This has gone on far too long.”

“No!” You tightened your grip on James’ arm, “Let’s just go. It’s not worth it.” You shook your head. James looked between you and the man for a moment before sighing.

“Alright,” The two of you walked down so you were close to the windows of the pub and James wrapped his knuckle on the glass of the window to get his friends’ attention, “Hog’s Head!” 

“Are you kidding me?” Sirius said, holding his mug of recently purchased butterbeer. Remus tapped his finger against the bottom of the glass and Sirius proceeded to chug the entire thing while Peter cheered. Then the boys raced out to meet you.

“Why are we going to Hog’s Head?” Remus asked. 

“Yeah I think I burned my throat,” Sirius wrapped his hand around his neck and stuck out his tongue. 

“It’s less crowded at Hog’s Head,” you shrugged. 

“Ah so the stalker’s back?” Sirius teased.

“Leave her alone,” James shoved Sirius as you all entered the darker pub.

“What exactly are you all saying?” Bucky took a step back as Pietro tried to take a step towards him, stopped by Thor’s heavy hand on his chest. 

“Voldemort told me that James wanted to spare me before he killed me.” You said

“I would never do that,” Pietro said at the same time as Bucky said, 

“What does that have to do with me?”

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” you said, looking back at Pietro, “Bucky what was your assignment for HYDRA? What were you doing for Tom Riddle?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you have any veritaserum?” Pietro shook his head.

“No,” you thought for a moment, “but I do have a pensive.”

“What can I get you all?” The waitress at Hog’s Head asked.

“Uh four butterbeers and a firewhisky for me, love.” Sirius said, batting his eyelashes a bit.

“Alright then, five butterbeers.” The waitress rolled her eyes and disappeared behind the bar. The other boys were laughing at Sirius when you saw the man again through the window.

“I, uh, I’ll be right back. I see Lily Evans walking and I need to borrow her herbology book later tonight.” You said, rising from the booth.

“You want me to come?” James asked, a little half-heartedly as he was trying to put Peter into a headlock.

“No, no, I’m alright,” you hurried out of the pub. You marched directly up to the man which he obviously was not expecting because he tried to run but you pulled out your wand and yelled, 

“Petrificus totalus!”

The man dropped to the ground. You reversed the spell and stood over him with your arms crossed. 

“Why are you following me? Can you just leave me alone?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, pushing his hood back a little. You were able to see a part of face, his dark hair and eyes but that was all.

“Are you Russian? I’ve never seen a Russian at Hogwarts.” You didn’t want him to leave, now. You had too many questions. 

“I have to get back.” He ran before you could ask the rest of them.

“What the hell is a pensive?” Steve asked, his eyes practically shaking inside his head.

“We can extract his memories.” Pietro said.

“No fucking way,” Bucky crossed his arms.

“Yeah come on that’s a little ridiculous,” Sam said.

“I think you should do it,” Wanda said, looking strangely calm. You had to imagine she was scanning your brains to make sure you and Pietro had not been lying. 

“This man murdered my son. I don’t really care what he wants.” Pietro’s chest was heaving, “Accio wand!” Pietro’s wand flew into his hand and he pointed it at Bucky.

“James! Stop it!” You said, “Expelliarmus!” You couldn’t really explain how you were feeling on the inside. Some part of you, a large part of you, felt betrayed and nearly nauseous at the thought of Bucky being involved in the destruction of your life at Godric’s Hollow. But you also couldn’t help but still feel a strange sort of attachment to Bucky. You had dated Bucky for years and if Bucky was who you thought he was…he did save you.

“James,” you shoved James’s shoulder lightly. The first ray of sunlight was piercing through the darkness of the early morning and James had promised last night that he would practice quidditch with you. You lost your last shred of hope that James would honor that promise when he tossed his arm over his eyes and groaned. You shoved him again, “James! You promised we would play quidditch this morning!”

“Oh god it’s too early!” He mumbled. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body closer to his, “Just stay in bed, baby.”

“Come on! If you’re not coming then I’m going on my own,” you pulled yourself out of bed and shook at the chilly morning air. 

“It’s all foggy out! You know that means a dementor could be lurking around,” James said sleepily, propping himself up on his forearms but his eyes were still practically closed. 

“I’ll be alright, go back to bed.” You gave James a quick kiss on the forehead. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Sirius said, wrapping his pillow around his ears. You walked out to the quidditch pitch, broom in hand, waving your hand in front of your eyes to try to cut through the fog. It was cold-really, really, really cold-and you were shaking as you released the snitch and kicked off with your broom. You were out on the pitch for probably twenty minutes when you felt an intense cold wave run down your spine. You knew you should’ve landed your broom and ran like hell but you turned to see what was behind you. It was a dementor. And god damn were you cursing everything for leaving your wand in your bag down on the ground. You lost your balance and began to plummet towards the ground. You were able to fall in a way that saved your back from breaking but you knew you were due to see Madame Pomfrey. You crawled backwards from the dementor, hoping and praying someone would be out on this early Saturday morning. The dementor’s long finger was reaching its way towards your face when a silvery hand shot out and grabbed the dementor by the throat. The dementor seemed to pause and then flail, obviously confused. The hand threw the dementor backwards and then dropped your wand in your lap. You looked up and saw the man who had watching you all these months. 

“What are you waiting for?” He barked. You shook your head to clear it and yelled, 

“Expecto patronum!” You waited until the dementor had disappeared before you looked back at the man. “Okay, who the hell are you? How did you do that?”

“I can’t tell you,” the man mumbled, putting his glove back on. 

“What’s your name, at least?”

“James.”

“Okay. Thank you, James.” 

“Oh my god,” things were piecing together in your mind, “it’s you. You were the watcher.” You looked up at Bucky.

“Who’s side are you on?” Pietro asked.

“Did you murder my son?” You asked Bucky. 

“I don’t know,” Bucky took a deep breath before looking deep into your eyes, “Take my memories. I want you to know.” 

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[roalinda]

good day! hope you're doing fine! canon gave us prongsfoot shippers little, but my god the quality… today i'm fixated on how Sirius was gushing about James. Something so simple and raw about it. 'You fly as well as your father did, Harry' he said in Shrieking Shack about only highlight of that mad post-Azkaban year. He reminiscented with affection how James used to mess up his hair [while Harry was angsting about swm honestly the timing]. 🤦😅 [1/2]

Hi anon! 

I'm doing fine. 😊 and prongsfoot asks always makes my day shine brighter. ♡ 

You are absolutely right! I don't want to sound biased or anything (because what I'm going to say is a simple reality) but the only pairing that actually makes sense for Sirius or for James (not taking Jily which is canon into account here) is prongsfoot a.k.a themselves. I have never understood the point or the logic of lots of other James or Sirius fanon pairings. True, prongsfoot is fanon as well but it is - oh, come on, of course they were together! - kind of fanon based on what we get in the book. If one doesn't ship them romantically, the platonic soul mate love is undeniable. Problem is that a lot of people ignore canon as if it doesn't exist in favour of works like ATYD (which I respect the writer and the people who enjoy it of course) or somehow just make up random excuses about James and Sirius' relationship. I don't want to start a ship war or anything here, so I guess I should stop ranting about it. I understand that it's a fictional world, so ships can exist with the policy of - what if - in shipping but to be honest these what ifs have become kind of ridiculous.

Sorry, I strayed from the topic. Canon gave us little quantity but a great quality, not to mention Sirius always mentioning James' name in every topic that comes up, from quidditch to bravery (probably even James' tooth paste flavour behind the scenes). 

Sirius is one awesome character. He was so passionate, so full of life, so bright and it was stolen from him all in one night. I believe a part of him died with James for good. A part that even if he was a free man would remain dead. Some may think it was rash of him to go after Peter, seeking revenge but I think he did the most logical thing, (may or may not on purpose). Yes, he was angry and vengeful to the point of insanity but if he had managed to catch Peter, it would prove his innocence. But I believe the most painful part of this tragedy is that James Potter and Sirius Black, the ones who Peter always hid behind them and were the strongest pillars of the marauders, fell by the hands of the one they put their trust into. The guilt is more suffocating for Sirius because James kept wanting him. He wanted Sirius to have his life in his hands and only agreed to switch the secret keepers because Sirius said so. 

James trusted Sirius with his life, literally and practically. Not only his own life, but his wife and son's life as well. He was putty and trusting in Sirius' hands, and I believe if Sirius was in James' situation, he would trust no one but James and his words as well. This is the broken part inside Sirius or at least one of them. To me, he was in a self-induced guilty coma all the while in Azkaban, trying to keep himself sane until he saw the danger which burned him awake to get to his godson.

He is so proud of Harry, of the way he flies, of how brave he is, how similar he is to James. Molly Weasley (and others) can say whatever they want, Sirius doesn't see Harry as James though. It is disrespectful to what he shared with James. Sirius is sarcastic and cruel and arrogant, but not to the people whom he holds dear. He has a heart of gold with them. I cannot help but to feel really emotional over the first time he saw Harry ( when he was angrily leaving his aunt's house ) and then remembering how it was similar to the way he ran to James' arms house. Like imagine the comfort he found there. The home he found there with James. They would watch the stars together and Sirius would talk about ancient astronomy while James would come up with the strangest yet the most complicated magical theories based on them, something like turning Slytherin's common room golden and red under Venus' orbit; an essay or the runes macabre.

If Sirius remained the secret keeper and died for James, I think it would drive James insane with grief as well because he too would blame himself. The fandom is going to obliterate me for this, but maybe he did agree to switch secret keepers to keep Sirius safe. James was a kind soul who cared for all his friends but Sirius was just another level. Sirius was half of his soul and we all know that James can be arrogant and self-centred (affectionate) . It is just a very cruel HC of mine though. But he didn't know that he sacrificed and crushed Sirius' soul in the process.  (as I said HC ) 

But beyond the veil he stands, after years of watching Sirius from afar and longing, and receives Sirius into his arms as he sobs along with him, both asking for the other's forgiveness.

Sorry for the dramatic last part and thank you for the ask. ♡

#Prongsfoot asks #Prongsfoot #sirius black #James potter #I'm so crybaby and soft for them 🥺

[happypopcornprincess]

A slow burn where Joaquin Torres and the redder like each other but they keep dancing around it even though everyone else knows and tells them all the time.

@samwilson-mylove honey, I could not thank you enough for this request I have literally worked on this for 3 weeks to make it a cute fluff with a hint of angst that Joaquin and the reader deserves! I tried my best, hope you like it :)

Project Aphrodite

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader (Romantic)

Yelena x reader, Peter Parker x Reader, Kate x Reader(Platonic)

Premise - When the Avengers get tired of watching you and Joaquin dance around your feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands

Word Count - 5.7K (Approx)

Warnings - brief mention of sex, a shit ton of fluff :)

Note - The whole story is set around somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Year, and I have made it into a Holiday Fic. I am not very known at US festivals and I just wrote whatever I knew from movies and web series. It's an AU so everyone is alive and well.

My Main Masterlist || Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

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Thanksgiving, 25 November

“You’re staring darling.”

“Shut it Parker” you growl.

You were staring. God, how could he be so fucking flawless?

You would expect someone on their third lap around the Avengers compound to be drenched in sweat, breaking breath, looking 2 minutes away from death, but not Joaquin. He was unfazed by it. From the top floor gym, your eyes didn’t leave him every time he appeared in front of the glass-paned gym.

“They’re still dancing around?” a high-pitched voice with a Russian accent came from behind you. Yelena was looking at you and Peter as she stood near the dumbbells, mouth wide open. “Sadly yes” Peter let out a dramatic sigh and looked at you. You rolled your eyes.

From his arrival in the compound, you two clicked right away. You became friends in no time. You were a team on and off the field. You trusted each other to have your back. So much that you could walk into a gunfight blindfolded without a second thought because you know he will have your back. But somewhere between the innocent smiles and hand holdings, you realized you liked him more than a friend.

It was obvious to everyone who looked at you that you liked each other. Despite being an agent of shield and an Avenger, kicking asses on the field, and being accepted in the Avengers after helping them in Sokovia, you were scared to tell him your true feelings towards him. You didn’t know what he felt about you. You didn’t want to lose him; he was a kind person. And he has been a good friend. You don’t want to hurt him. You could never hurt him.

It was a disaster. And you were sure by the side glances you received from your colleagues every time they saw you two together, everyone knew it.

Yelena and Peter stood on either side of you watching him as he wiped his face with the rim of his sleeveless shirt. His toned abs are on full display. Yelena let out a low whistle

"Y/N bag him or I will" Peter replied.

“Hey!” all three of you turned as Kate cried out from the treadmills, “Are you done? Can a girl work out in peace without everyone drooling over that poor guy? Thank you”

“Ignore her she’s just trying to impress Clint Barton,” said Yelena, her gaze never leaving Joaquin.

“I heard that”

“Well running on a treadmill won’t do it. Tell her to go shoot something” Peter followed.

“I heard that too!”

“Okay, I just realized Tony asked me to help him with something so I will leave. Now.” As much as you loved all your friends, it was simply intolerable once they ask you to pick sides after they break out into a brawl over the tiniest arguments. You pick up your bag and exit the gym.

Behind you, Yelena, Peter, and Kate stood in a circle.

“I guess we have to start project Aphrodite right fricking now! I cannot handle one more minute of this… regency romance shit.” Kate whispered.

“Can we call it project Eros instead? He was the god of love after all” Peter says.

“No, it’s too late for that.” Kate stopped, “although, we can call it Project Cupid because…”

“Okay, enough with the Greek Gods references Percy Jackson Fanclub we need to go.” Yelena hissed out.

“You read Percy Jackson?” both of them asked in unison.

“Yeah, all of them. "I am not uncultured, I assassinated people," she said proudly.

Kate remained speechless as Peter announced, "OK, we are getting distracted. Let’s execute stage one tonight.”

“Yeah okay, let’s go!” they high-fived each other and headed outside.

Stage One - The Elevator

Three days after Thanksgiving, 28 November

“Wait!” you say as you near the elevator. Someone pushes their hand out and stops the doors from closing. You run inside and look up at the person to thank them. You meet a pair of lovely brown eyes.

“hey” He smiles

"Hello," you reply as you stand next to him as the elevator starts to move.

“You’re heading to the conference?” he asks.

“Yes. I was halfway through my coffee when I saw the message. I ran right here.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“Same, I just got up.” He laughs with you.

You hear a peculiar sound echo through the metal walls of the elevator, and a few seconds later it stopped.

Eight floors above you, Peter, Kate, and Yelena cheered in his room watching the security footage. “Okay, jam the mobile networks.” Yelena turned to Peter who was already on his laptop typing away. Meanwhile, Kate made sure nobody noticed they were messing with security and bypassed the security footage and elevator status so they appeared to be working. The fake conference e-mail was a stupid idea but somehow it worked!

Which meant, you and Joaquin were stuck in there for as long as they wanted.

“Are you getting any service?” he asks as he walks around the elevator looking through his phone. You took a seat on the floor leaning against the wall, facing the door, and looking at him. You gave up on contacting someone as you saw no service on your phone.

“Joaquin” you call out as he gazes at you with a worried expression. He was tense about the situation.

“Have a seat” you tap the floor next to you. He looks at you and then at the floor and takes a seat, splaying his legs out. He leans against the wall and takes a long exhale.

He sighs. "We're going to be late for the conference.”

“I know.” You look at him to see his eyes closed and his head tilted towards the ceiling.

“Others will know our situation. I believe they are trying to get us out this very moment." You smile sympathetically at him.

“They will probably think I skipped it knowingly.”

“What! No! Why would you think that?”

“I just don’t want Sam to think I'm falling behind. I have to be the highest at everything. He’s Captain America! He is perfect, the leader of our team, and one of the finest people I have ever encountered. What if he thinks I’m not capable of the title of Falcon if I can’t even get to a conference in time?"

You sit up and look at him. You never thought Joaquin might doubt himself. He always carried himself with such confidence and courage, that it was difficult to believe he ever felt low.

“You know, on my first mission with the Avengers, I tried my best to keep my cool but I was terrified.” You closed your eyes as you recalled your first mission. You never talked about this to anyone, and he was the first one to hear this, "I saw all these super people rushing in and out of buildings carrying injured people in carriers and saving them from robots and I felt… small. I was just a girl, fighting alongside Gods and super soldiers with the experience I know I could never gain. But then after the fight, we came back to the compound, and the whole ride back, I realized I have put them on a pedestal all my life. I thought they were invincible, but I saw that they were just like the rest of us. With worries, fears, and memories.”

You continue when he doesn’t say anything, “So stop comparing yourself to them. They have done this for longer than any of us. When they first started, they fought, they got hurt but they always stood together. If that is not human, I don’t know what is. Of course, you will be behind them, maybe for a month or a year, but then you will get better. So, stop trying to be flawless among people who aren't either. Be yourself, and move forward at your own pace.”

Upon gazing at him, you realize that he was already looking at you, stunned. You kept looking at each other for some time

“Thank you. "Y/N, I didn’t know I needed that.” His face relaxes into a gentle smile. You subconsciously copy his. “I never thought you would feel this way. I mean, I have seen trained killers running away looking at you." He lets out a laugh, “Also because you run headfirst into danger any chance you get.”

That caught you off guard and you laughed, throwing your head back, “Yeah, Tony says I got that from Steve.”

You laughed together, the stuck elevator no longer bothering you. And just then, the elevator starts to move. It opens on the designated floor, and Steve is standing there with bed hair. 

“The conference hasn’t started?” Joaquin’s voice breaks you from the utter shock of watching the former Captain America standing in front of you in a sweatshirt. He never wears a sweatshirt.

“What conference?” he asks you.

Stage Two - Movie Night

A random evening, 10 December

“Hey Y/N” Peter called you as you exited the elevator. It was movie night, and you were always early to set up the living area with Natasha and Steve.

“Hey Peter!” you said.

“I need your help actually," Peter said.

“Okay,” you reply, a bit bewildered. Peter never asked for help.

“It’s a school project about a report on the most influential books of the 20th century. Given the fact that you read so many books, you must give me an idea.” He smiled.

“Okay, sure. But…”

“No! Y/N you must give me an idea right now.” He said again.

You squint your eyes at him. Peter never acted like this. “Are you okay?” you ask him.

“No. I mean, yeah, a little tensed. I need to submit it in three days. Ned and MJ have already done it, so yes, he said. You softened a bit. “Okay.” You give him a warm smile and write down some ideas in his notebook.

At the same time, Yelena and Kate stopped Joaquin on the doorsteps of his room and started asking him about his latest mission. “Joaquin, I want to hear everything about it!’ Kate said excitedly as she looked at Yelena for help. “Yeah, yeah! I’m really eager to know about your time there.��� She said with a forced smile.

“Guys, I already told you, I didn’t see much. It was an intelligence mission, nothing very exciting.” He spoke.

“But you must have seen something,” Kate said again.

“Okay, let me think. Oh!” he said excitedly.

“What!” they repeated

“I saw the café where they shot some scenes from Ocean’s Eleven."

“I thought there were only five oceans,” Yelena said.

“No, it's a movie,” Kate said.

“let’s watch it tonight! If we got there early, at least Peter won’t put on Star Wars again.”

They looked at each other as to what to do next but in this hesitation, they let Joaquin go. When they realized, he was already in the elevator. Coincidentally, you walked in at the same time. Everyone was already there, and there were only a few seats left. You looked around for the usual binbag you sat on everytime, but it was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Hi Joaquin!” Peter cried out from the couch, crushed between Sam and Bucky.

“What? Looks like there is only one seat left for you two” Yelena said from her place beside Kate and Natasha. They shared a look.

“Yelena, you were…” Joaquin was about to ask how she was here before him but then Tony’s booming voice came through the speakers-

“OKAY EVERYONE TAKE THEIR SEATS AND STAY QUIET I’M STARTING THE MOVIE!”

“Tony! Calm down!” Steve shouted from his seat.

“I AM CALM! I AM STARTING THE MOVIE! BABY FALCON TAKE YOUR SEAT!” he screamed into the wireless mic connected to the surround sound system.

“I regret suggesting the mic system every time for this…” Clint pointed to Tony and sat back with Natasha.

You glanced at Joaquin to see him looking at you.

“After you,” he said.

You sheepishly sat on the love seat trying your best to leave space for him. But it wasn’t enough. He sat really close to you; your sides pressed together. So much that you could feel his body heat. This was the closest you have ever been.

“Here,” he took both of your legs and put them on his. You were practically sitting on his lap, leaning against his body.

“Are you comfortable or…” you stated but he cut you off.

“No, no this is fine.” He smiled at you.

His familiar scent engulfed you. It was a mix of the sandalwood soap you gifted him on thanksgiving, and a scent so like him. His features softened when he caught you looking at him. He smiled and went back to watch the movie, while you reminded yourself to breathe and turned back to the movie.

Peter, Yelena, and Kate shared a silent victory.

Stage Three – The Ball

Stark's Christmas Party, 24 December

As Yelena walked up to the bar, she fiddled with her emerald choker necklace. For the ball, Natasha forced her into a golden dress gown, which she absolutely loathed. It was not her color, and it had no pockets.

Peter looked at her from his seat as she stood near him, “Wow Yelena, you look…”

She didn’t let him finish, “One word about this dress and I’ll hang you on the ceiling” she stared daggers at him.

He was dressed in a blue suit complete with a tie. He was here as a normal intern at stark industries, not as spiderman.

“Ready?” Kate waltzes in between them before Yelena actually hangs him from the ceiling. Yelena looks at her and realizes she was wearing the same dress she wore to her mother’s Christmas ball a year ago. That certainly did not help as memories of their horrid elevator conversation surfaced in her mind.

“Absolutely. Let’s do this.” Peter stands up from his seat and looks at the DJ for the night, none other than his high school frenemy, Flash. He signals him with a thumbs up, and he nods in agreement.

For the third stage, they could not get a better setting to play matchmaker to you both than the Annual Christmas Party of Tony Stark. As Kate once said, what better way to kickstart a romance than a ball?

On the other side of the room, you were standing in a corner drinking champagne. You would enjoy a ball or a party any other day, but your eyes searched for someone who was not present that evening. You looked rather stunning wearing the backless violet dress Kate laid out for you, a bit of smoky eye makeup paired with diamond earrings. You looked like you walked out of a Bond movie. But the friendly compliments and jealous stares all evening meant nothing because you awaited that one person to look at you.

It was crazy. You felt like you were a teenager again, crushing on a guy way above your league. Then watching him helplessly as he dated the popular girls and paid no attention to you. Still, somewhere, a tiny voice in your head said

But he is different.

As you saw guests and colleagues waltz on the dance floor, you couldn’t take it any longer. He wasn’t here of course and looking at the happy couples dancing to the music without any care in this world, you missed him.

But as you turned around to head towards the elevator to your room, you bumped into someone. You stepped back to apologize but one look at his face and the words died on your tongue.

You were certain he stole the outfit from a movie, but you can't quite remember which one, because one glimpse at him and you were lost. He was dressed in a three-piece black and white suit. His hair, which he always combed and kept down, was falling over his forehead in its natural elegant curls.

And his breast pocket contained a pocket square, Violet. He was awestruck looking at you, his jaw slightly open.

“Hi.” He finally says

“Hey Joaquin” you smile at him.

“You look pretty.” He smiles at you.

“You look pretty too,” you say to him.

“Thank you. Didn’t know we would be matching.” He lets out a laugh, glancing at his pocket square. He made a mental note to thank Peter for forcing him to wear the pocket square. What a coincidence!

"Yeah, I see." you laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“You look like Vesper Lynd from Casino Royale", he says.

Your eyes met his and it clicked. James Bond. Of course, he was dressed exactly like James Bond.

“Well, you look like Bond, so I guess we are actually matching.” You shyly confess.

And then the music slowed down and another song started playing ---

“I love this song!” you cry out.

“Really, me too!” he says.

“Wanna dance?” he asks as the opening lines to an infamous One Direction song blasts through the speakers.

 You run to the dance floor and laugh as you see Joaquin walking on the dance floor bopping his head to the music. Peter, Yelena, and Kate join you and you form a circle to dance and sing along with the lyrics. It didn’t take long for others to join and the dance floor soon turned into a rave. Peter absolutely kills his early 2010s dance moves as all of you cheer him on.

When the song ended, it faded into a slow dance number.

Peter quickly turns to Kate and takes her hand. She starts dancing with him as Yelena grabs hold of Steve and they sway to the music. He looked puzzled at first but he would never say no to a girl for a dance.

And that left the two of you. Your heart beats faster as he turns to you and offers his hand. You look at it and then at Joaquin and take his hand. The warmth of his hand is welcoming as he leads you to the center. He places his hand on your bare back and you place yours on his shoulder.

You moved together, his eyes never leaving yours. He swayed you slowly to the music, you followed his lead. At that moment, you felt like nothing else mattered in his arms.

“I was about to leave the party a while ago,” he says halfway through.

“Why?” you ask him.

“I don’t know, just felt really uneasy. Everyone was circling me asking so many questions about the falcon, Sam, and Bucky. So, I was standing in a corner looking at everyone and then, I saw you.”

Your heart pounded as soon as he said that. Suddenly you notice how he feels against your body. You were too engrossed with each other to notice almost all the Avengers looking at you two, sharing knowing looks.

“You looked beautiful; I couldn’t leave without meeting you. And it looked like you were searching for someone.” He gives you a sly smirk. You couldn’t help yourself as heat rise up to your face.

Is there any chance that he actually likes you back?

Lost in his eyes, you did not notice two figures watching you a bit too eagerly from the bar.

"That worked out way better than I thought it would” Kate announces as she brings shots to where Peter and Yelena stood, looking at Joaquin make his way off the floor.

“What do you think he said to her?” Yelena asks as she gulps down the whole drink in one go.

“Well, she left smiling as Christmas came early, so I guess he said something flattering,” Peter says, wincing as the burning tequila makes its way down his throat.

“Wait, how old are you?” Kate asks Peter but is interrupted by Natasha’s silky voice coming from behind her.

“So, what’s the next stage of Project Aphrodite?”

They whipped their heads to her and looked at each other in absolute horror.

“Oh please,” she laughs, “I knew something was off at movie night. You three won’t stop smiling at each other, even when Henry Cavil was on screen”

They groaned in unison. Everyone knew about the ever-present love of the trio for Henry Cavil. Of course, it was Natasha who figured out the whole thing first. It was expected, but they thought they were careful.

“Whatever you’re planning, we want in,” Tony slides in and smacks Peter’s head while taking his glass away, “so you stop making minors drink at my party.”

Peter whispers a quiet “Sorry” that got overshadowed by Bucky, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I played matchmaker.” He arrives with Steve on his heels and Clint and Banner slide in too.

Yelena, Peter, and Kate exchange glances and tell them about the next phase.

Stage Four – The Mistletoe

Christmas Eve, 25 December

Joaquin woke up to the faint sound of Christmas music. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at the thought of you.

Last night was magical for him. You looked gorgeous in that dress as you danced with him. The way that one curl of your hair fell on your face, how you laughed while dancing to your favorite song. You were known for being the bubbly and lively member of the Avengers, but it was the first time he saw you like that. Blissful.

He gets up throws away the covers and suddenly shivers.

“Friday”, he asks in a sleepy tone, “can you please raise the temperature?" He puts on his sweater.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Mr. Torres.” The automated voice fills in.

“Why?” he asks, confused.

“The system is rebooting; it will take me an hour to get the compound’s heating system online.”

He stops in his steps. The only person who had authorization for the system reboot was Tony. Why would he do it on Christmas morning?

He didn’t think much about it as he got fresh and walked to the common room/kitchen. The only place that had a heating system of its own, separate from the rest of the compound. As he neared, he could hear the Avengers cheering from the kitchen, and when he reached the threshold, he knew why it was so.

There was a huge bush of mistletoe hanging on the archway leading to the common room, and Sam and Bucky were standing under it.

Looking at both of their disgusted faces, he bursts out laughing. Bucky shoots him a death glare and he shuts up.

“I did not sign up for this, this was supposed to be fun! We were- CLINT FOR GOD’S SAKE PUT THE CAMERA DOWN!”

“It’s a smartphone, grandpa!” His voice came from somewhere behind Natasha.

“What the hell man? Just kiss me and get done with it! You’re making this awkward.” Sam shouted.

Bucky looked up at the ceiling begging for tolerance. He looked at Sam and left a peck on his cheek. Everyone groaned in frustration. “Boo!” Tony screamed as he threw popcorn at Bucky and Sam as they walked into the room.

He was so absorbed in their drama that he failed to notice the figure standing beside him as he walked into the room.

“Stop!” Peter screamed and shot up from his seat. He stops and instinctively looks to his side, and freezes.

It was you.

In your oversized hoodie and unkempt hair, it seemed like you just woke up and walked into the kitchen. You looked rather cute like that. But looking at him, your eyes widened and any remnants of sleep left your body.

You were standing in the doorway, under the mistletoe.

“Guys…” you turned first, raising your hands as to negotiate, but they had already started chanting; “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You looked at him as his face was frozen in horror. You wanted to say something but you could barely gather your thoughts as the voices around you overwhelmed you.

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said loud enough for you to hear, but low enough so the others won’t.

“Do you want to do it?” you ask him. And you saw him blushing hard.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

He said nothing as he leaned forward. You could swear time was moving painfully slow but you met his lips eventually. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips and retreated. You didn’t even have the chance to feel all the emotions flowing through you when you saw everyone cheer! You look at him and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and walked away. His hurried steps led him outside.

The laughter died down after the others noticed what happened. Tony looked back and forth between him and you while Kate, Yelena, and Peter looked sympathetically at you. Your heart broke. Your anger grew.

You paid no heed to what everyone around you was saying and followed him. When Peter tried to follow, Yelena grabbed his hand. “We did what we could. Now it’s up to them”. He looked at Kate and saw her nodding too. He stayed back.

You stepped outside to see everything was covered in a light fall of snow, like a white blanket. And your hoodie and pajamas did nothing to protect you from the harsh winter air. You looked around trying to see where he went, and it suddenly hit you.

Of course, he went there.

---/---/---

One year ago

It was a quiet evening, the sun setting over the New York horizon, the water of the lake calm and still. You were sitting under a tree near the compound's lake reading your book. It had been a grueling week. After three consecutive missions offshore, you were finally back at the compound. You wanted to do nothing but sit and read quietly.

You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you, but from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure standing some few feet away from you, looking at the Lake. You close your book and look at him. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over jeans. His face was turned away from you, and he didn’t look familiar.

He turned towards you, smiled, and said “Hi.”

You waved at him with a smile and then his face changed into one of surprise.

“You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, “I, uh, I saw you on TV” he rubbed the back of his head which you would later realize was a nervous tactic of him.

That made you laugh. He started walking towards you and you got up from your seat. He stands a few feet away from you and up close you could see he was a handsome man. His clothes might have been basic but they were clean and proper, his stance straight.

Military

You could tell his hair was growing out beyond the frame of his usual hairstyle, and his smile, goddamn, was calming. His gaze turned to the book you were holding. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, it’s just Sam told me to wait here and I thought nobody was here.”

“It’s alright. You know Sam?”

“Yeah, I am supposed to officially meet everyone tomorrow but he bought me here today to give a tour.”

And you remembered Steve talking about a new recruit during the missions, how Sam gave him the mantle of Falcon now that he is Captain America.

“You’re the new recruit.” You said with a sly smile, holding your book close to your chest. He gave you a lopsided grin,

“Yes ma’am.”

“Please, It’s just Y/N”

“Okay Y/N, I’m Joaquin. Nice to meet you.” And you shake hands.

“Well Y/N, I hope you help me out when I get here.” He speaks

“Of course, I will.” You said as Sam arrived. He took Joaquin with him, and while walking back, he turned and waved at you.

From time to time, you would find yourself in the same place with him. After a long mission or a bad day, or when you just wanted to get out, you would sit there and he would join you after a while.

 You never told anyone this and neither did he. It was your escape, away from everyone.

---/---/---

You see him standing at the exact place where you met him for the first time a year ago. Instead of the warm and welcoming summer evening, it was a cold winter morning. He was overlooking the partially frozen lake of the compound. You approached him, the wind blowing behind you penetrating the thin layer of your hoodie and invading your skin, making you shiver. He looked back at you and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

“What are you doing here? You just ran out of there without a word!” you scream out.

“What was I supposed to say after that?" He pointed towards the compound, “Please just, let me gather my thoughts.”

“Gather your thoughts? You left me standing in front of everyone after you kissed me.”

“I just wanted to get out.”

“Oh, was it that terrible? That you ran out!” you scream in frustration, hot tears brimming in your eyes.

His gaze softened when he realized how he had hurt you unknowingly.

“I looked like a complete idiot. Everyone was looking at me and… and you just left me there!”

He stepped towards you with quick steps through the snow and cupped your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t realize how much I hurt you I never meant to do so I’m sorry.”

Tears kept falling as you stood there unmoving, his hands too warm to move away from, you leaned into his touch.

“I just got nervous. I’m sorry Y/N”

“It’s alright.” You say honestly, looking at him. You move closer and wrap your arms around him, engulfed in his warmth. He hugged you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Just don’t ever run away leaving me with Tony staring at me like mannequins.” His chest rumbled with laughter as he said, “Okay. I promise I won’t leave you.”

You look up to see him looking at you.

“Ever.” He said before leaning in slowly towards your lips. You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him. His lips were cold, but they were so soft. Unlike the previous one, this one was better. He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer. You dared and placed your hands on his shoulder, pushing him towards you. When you both retreated, you were breathless.

“I like you a lot.” You blurt out before you could stop yourself. He raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh. “I like you too. His puffy lips turned into a smirk, and you both giggled. You visibly shiver as cold air blows on your back. He looks at you and realizes you are just in your hoodie and sweatpants.

"Y/N! It's 35 degrees where's your coat!"

"I... I was finding you." your teeth clatter as you speak, realizing how cold it was once your anger died down. He zips down his jacket and wraps you under it, sharing his jacket with you. You hug his torso and lean onto his side.

"Let's go inside, get you warm." He places a kiss on your forehead and you walk inside, never once leaving his side.

---/---/---

Bonus Scene

New Year's Eve, 1 January

“Okay. Tell me when you both realized that you were it!” Carol sat in front of you both after the New Year’s Dinner at the compound. Following a heavy dinner, everyone sat down together in the common room with blankets spread on the floor and the sofas. Everyone was present with their families, even Carol showed up from some galaxy she told us was 30 light-years away from ours.

You looked at Joaquin while sitting on his lap at the same time he looked at you, and smiled, “I don’t know, it’s just one day I realized maybe I cared about him a bit more than friends should.”

He laughed and hugged your waist, “well it was on the elevator for me. She told me something that I needed to hear for a long time. I realized what my true feelings were towards her.” You shared warm smiles reminiscing that day.

“Whoa, elevator? When did this happen?” Carol asked in a teasing tone.

“Right after Thanksgiving, we were stuck in an elevator for almost 30 minutes.”

“wait,” Laura, the former Mockingbird, and Clint’s wife, added, “And nobody overruled the system to get you out.”

Clint and Tony shared a look that made them realize they had messed up.

“Uh Y/N…” Clint began but then Joaquin spoke up, “No. And when we reached the floor we saw Steve. He said there was no conference. But we got e-mails. Both of us.”

“What?” Laura was about to say something when Clin caught her hand and gestured for her to stop talking.

“That’s weird,” Carol said quietly.

“C’mon guys you are overthinking this!” Sam tried to cheer you up but you suddenly brainstormed while turning to Joaquin, “Why were you wearing the purple square at the Christmas ball? The same shade as mine?”

He looked confused for a minute before he answered, “I was going for a white one, matching my shirt but Peter told me to wear the square.”

“Kate bought the violet dress for me; I was planning to wear something else.” You reply automatically, the gears in your head turning.

“The Movie Night. When we sat together, my binbag was missing. That’s why we had to sit together.”

“And we were the last to arrive although…”

You both slowly turned to Peter, Yelena, and Kate sitting together not far from you, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Peter was with me.”

“Kate and Yelena were with me.” You both speak at the same time.

Peter saw the exact moment when it dawned on your face, which pretty soon turned into a scowl.

“Did you set us up?” You could feel Joaquin standing up behind you as you said that.

“Okay guys it backfired, RUN!” Kate whispered and the trio was on their feet in record time.

You ran behind them, Joaquin on your toes while your fighting instincts kicked in. The Avengers could do nothing but watch as the almost comical chase broke out in front of them.

You cornered Peter around a table while Joaquin grabbed Kate's arms. He held her tight as she tried to wiggle away.

“We were sick and tired of watching you drool over each other, okay! You were not doing anything so we had to step in!” Peter screamed.

“And judging by the noises I heard last night coming from your room, you sounded really happy,” Yelena shouted standing on the open kitchen’s tabletop. You and Joaquin looked at her, shooting daggers from your eyes but she continued, “I share a wall with you Y/N.” and smirked.

You let out a scream and lunged at Peter, who shot webs on the ceiling and swung towards Yelena. Kate managed to get away from Joaquin, and the cat chase continued.

"Should we stop them?" Bruce asked everyone.

"Nah, I want to see how this turns out," Carol announced with a sly smirk.

---/---/---

Movies Referenced - Immortals (Henry Cavil), Casino Royale(Y/N and Joaquin's dresses for the evening are directly inspired by the pool table scene with Vesper and Bond)

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ELA anon again It’s nice to see u feeling better! 😊

on chapter seventeen, five more chapters

I really hate it when McGonagall leaves Neville to possibly die, maybe she could’ve made him a piece of paper with a password only he knows (an easy one) with the passwords, but then again they did chase Sirius out and upped security but like 🤷‍♀️ dead student?

When they get the fire bolt, Hermione does a spell that would reveal (or disappear) any jinxes on the thing

so when Snaps gets the marauders map, why doesn’t he use that or something similar or stronger for it? like ohhh the second hand embarrassment 🫠 I get he might be feeling strong emotions and stuff but ”show me your true face bitch” like no 🫣

It hurts to see Harry be like “my father didn’t strut” ohh when he learns 🤭

Anyways, oof imagine calling over ur childhood bystander to confirm giving something very illegal to an innocent minor (even though he didn’t do it)

just not it 😬

Kinda feel Bad for Lupin though he’s thoughts we’re probably like

“How did I forget about that?” “Maybe if I remembered it earlier, Ron wouldn’t have been hurt, the Fat Lady wouldn’t be terrified to do her job, everyone would’ve been safe” stuff like that

It’s so satisfying reading Hermione slapping him in the face😊😊😊

Draco reminds me of a kid I saw at a bday party, I’m having an convo walking past him “shut up you donkey!!” 💀

Quidditch is the dumbest thing ever, 0/0 stars

Harry’s first crush, give it up for Cho Chang!!!! (8/10 stars) The stress for Hermione and her extra emotions I Just wanna slap her for all the classes and wrap her up and make her take care of herself 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Also Peter really holding up for Voldemort? Bro gave up free food and good home for crucio 😔

and Istg if I had to hide and my old bitchass rat who I thought was dead kept making noise, I would’ve snapped his neck. I already practiced mourning him, ready for round two 🤷‍♀️ Anyways ahh books almost to an end

Have a glorious day!!

Jeez…would you believe me if I said your ask JUST popped up…it did that with someone else’s ask too. Idk whats up with tumblr 😒

Anyways, THANK YOU! Feeling a lot better!

Yea, I didn’t like that she did that either. I think it’s really overlooked in the fandom and that’s a bit disappointing.

And not too much on my boi Sev, he was going through it 😭 let him have his embarrassing moments 💀 (ngl I never thought about that💀 he’s trying)

Harry: “My father didn’t STRUT!”

Snape on the inside:

There’s very…VERY…few things I feel bad for Remus about, but yea, I wonder what he was thinking…I think he might have laughed a little in his head…or maybe I’m being petty, idk 🤷🏽

And yes, we love Hermione for that😌

Draco reminds me of a lot of things…none of them are good. Canon Draco makes me itch but I like Fanon Draco, I can admit that proudly

Oouu, I thought I was the only one that thought quidditch was boring 💀 but to be fair, my opinion is irrelevant because I can’t mentally keep up with the majority of sports, with a few exceptions

CHO CHANG!!! I love her

Why so violent 😭 you sound like my irl friend who was yelling at me for pulling an all-nighter so that I could write. HERMIONE CANT HELP THAT SHES A HARD WORKING YOUNGSTER!

Ah yes, Peter. I really want to know more about him! He’s another one of those complex characters. I want to look at hcs but not from Marauders stans because they erase his interesting traits to make him fit their image. I need snapedom hcs of Peter 🤔

THE VIOLENCE! ANON WHY😭 not the rat 🥺 (fun fact: I love rats! They get a bad rep and people lie about them a lot)

Have a spectacular day! 💚

#ELA anon

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Chapter 2

Priscilla experienced the superstar illusion before that Lisa’s father projected onto her when she was younger. And she herself can see through Michael’s timid Peter Pan image he liked to portray. She sensed that Michael’s intentions weren’t so naive and innocent with her own daughter. Or maybe that Priscilla just has an unfair bias towards Michael. Although now she might have more than just suspicions that her daughter is fooling around with him again.

“Lisa what kind of business are you conducting in Mexico?”

Lisa then froze as she tried her darndest to look at her mother with a straight face. To meet the man who’s been fucking me over in more ways than one, Lisa discreetly whispered in her mind. Her herself was still in disbelief she was doing this.

But this was her last resort, or was it? Regardless Michael was like a poisoned oasis, something that made the doubts either multiply or disappear completely. Life was getting a bit too predictable after trying to fill the void that wasn’t full of him anymore. She wanted to shine, to burn ablaze with him and ignore all the stop signs and the yellow tape.

Shit, I’m too far gone.

She was the only one who kept breaking her own promises, her own code of conduct when it came to Michael. However-

He chuckled deeply in a low breath as he held her chin. “You wanna stop now, girl?”

She groaned even further as she subconsciously played with his collar as he stood above her, cornering her against the wall. Her fingers delicately stroking the fabric of his shirt, taking in the way he smelt at that moment. Lisa’s senses were heightened, as being around Michael tends to do to a person. Intoxicating and dangerous, borderline immoral how he made her feel. Likewise for him as he struggled to keep his mind straight, his body aching for a release.

“Mike, we gotta-“

She was interrupted briefly as he swooped in on her lips, savouring the taste.

“It’s your call. If you’re going to yell at me in the morning for your current neediness and regret it later, don’t bother girl.”

Michael breathed quite heavily, contrasted to the statement he just said to keep his heart and sanity intact. A pretty cold statement to say while eye-fucking the person he just said it to. Michael’s eyes honed in on her lips and then her waist where he held her with a certain fondness. The fondness that lovers reserve for each other. Lisa pushed away those thoughts, as it was damn near impossible to answer her mother properly with the feeling of Michael planting kisses on her neck lingering on her mind, akin to a hangover that just wouldn’t go away. “A friend of mine is hosting her birthday in Mexico, mom.” Lisa replied gently with a hint of caution in her tone, finally turning toward her mother after what felt like an interminable amount of time. Lisa continued to pack her things into her overnight bag, and the rest of her clothing into a silver hardback suitcase as she tried to remember any particular items Michael would be delighted to see that she brought. Even though he hadn’t explicitly ordered her to bring anything, he would have had a lot of nerve if he had. When she was doing him a favour by even showing up. Although she would be sure to pack the jewelry and the camcorder later though.

“Is that an enough reason to leave your children for a week?” Lisa felt a sudden twang of guilt go through her chest. Riley and Ben over anything else in the world. Then again, it’d break their heart to see Michael only for a week and then never see him again, Riley knew some of the reasons why, but young teens don’t really respond well to such sudden changes. “Mom, the party is.. not for kids. Luckily they told me some of the stuff that would be going on at the party or I would’ve brought them.” Yes Lisa, be able to drop such lies at a drop of a pin for this man. “As long as you don’t see that boy with those intentions of his.” “Whom may I ask mother?” Now Lisa Marie wanted a bold answer.

Priscilla turned towards her and her facial expression was somewhat indescribable. She herself heard some salacious stories about her daughter and the world famous pop star, none of them were quite pleasing to the ear. Lisa’s mother’s navy dress moved as she now settled on the couch, as if to tell some long winded story from the 50’s. Her gaze still thrown towards Lisa’s eyes. “How many times do I have to warn you, Lisa Marie? If I hear another word of you possibly romping around with him again, I’m going to be very displeased. Nicholas would be too.” Priscilla shot a tight lipped expression in Lisa’s direction, with her Botox filled cheeks holding a shiny reflection in her face.

Lisa let out a small sigh,

”Me and Nic are fine, I’d just rather not drag him all the way to Mexico. And ‘He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named’ isn’t either, he’s doing ‘God-knows-what’ in ‘who-knows where’.” She scoffed sarcastically.

”Just checking in Lisa Marie.” Her mother was quick to respond back after she had looked her up and down as if her own daughter held some secret illegal contraband. Priscilla proceeded to step out the room and the deep clacking sound of her heels fled the premises with her.

Now Lisa could resume her packing in peace, as ridiculous as it may seem. Then something dawned on Lisa as she held one of her foolish black skirts that Michael proclaimed her legs looked divine in.

Why did she say ‘another’? As if to say she’s already heard about those encounters where she and Mike had been reacquainting a bit too much, much more than two ex spouses, one taken, ever should?

Did she also just use Nicholas as a threat or a silly little doomsday infidelity watchlist?

Sure, Michael and her hadn’t been the most secretive people, the security personnel, producers, house and hotel staff could attest to that.

But spilling beans about their secret trysts with possible proof to Nicholas can prove fatal in the case of both Lisa and Michael. Tabloids, presses and all that other stupid shit.

Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens.

As much as they both could be amicable and kind to each other, Lisa knew that they just didn’t operate together like that. Compatibility was such an issue for her and Nicholas that Lisa would rather stray from him than try. She already had her soul

[ghostbustersreborn]

chapter 10

december 29, 1984.

christmas had passed and it was two days before new years. work had slowed down a bit for the boys, leaving them time to spend with tara.

they were all upstairs in the living room, busy watching a movie.

tara was sandwiched in between egon and peter, with her head resting on egon's arm and her hand in peter's who was tracing the lines in her palm.

they were so engrossed in the movie, that they didn't even hear janine coming up the stairs.

"hey boys, tara, we have a visitor." she announced.

tara turned her head, spotting amanda next to janine.

she slowly stood up from the sofa.

winston grabbed the remote, turning the volume down some.

peter shot him a look.

winston shook his head, letting out a small sigh.

ray got up, following tara over to amanda.

to say the boys had gotten more overprotective since the incident was an understatement.

it wasn't that they thought tara was incapable of doing things on her own. she was extremely vulnerable at the moment and so they'd do anything to help keep her safe. even if it was to stand by her while she talked to a friend of hers.

"i'll be downstairs, being miserable." janine said before doing so.

"hey, amanda." tara greeted her.

"hey." amanda said back. "did you have a good christmas?"

christmas was okay. tara wasn't in the mood for it but she forced herself to enjoy it so it wasn't that bad.

"yeah." tara shrugged.

as the girls made small talk. peter was trying his hardest not to lash out on the brunette.

he wasn't sure who to be mad at more tate or amanda who may or may not still be hanging out with tate.

considering, this was HER friend it would be helpful to be given some information on him. like a last name or something, so they could give SOMETHING to the police in order to have this taken to court.

as it felt like hours, though it was only a few minutes. peter jumped up from his seat, turning everyone to him in slight confusion of his sudden movements.

peter turned towards amanda, if looks could kill this would be the one!

his teeth were clenched, hands balled up in fists.

this was the first time anyone had ever seen peter this angry.

tara was quite scared to say the least.

she hid behind ray when peter made his way over.

now, standing in front of amanda he pointed a finger at her.

"you can't just come to terms, can you?" it was like his anger was just bubbling to the surface, he was going to explode any second now.

egon took a stand, making his way over in case he had to stop anything.

winston did too, knowing he would have to help egon.

"what do you mean?" amanda asked, innocently.

"you know what i mean!" he clipped.

tara winced.

'does amanda know?' she began to wonder.

"no, i don't!" amanda sputtered.

"your friend, you can't come to terms with your friend ever doing such a thing. but, surprise he did and yet, you're too scared to help us because you don't want to lose him." he thundered.

"peter." egon started, holding out a hand.

"no, egon! you know i'm right. she hasn't done shit for us, i don't care if it was the holidays. tara was raped, raped by her | he pointed to amanda | best friend. she won't even give us a last name." he boomed. at this point he was starting not to make sense, he was that enraged that he didn't care how he sounded he just wanted to get it out there that he was mad, mad that his girl isn't getting the justice she deserved for what happened to her.

tears welled up in tara's eyes, she took another step back now having her back against the wall.

"it-it's not my fault what happened to her." was all amanda could say.

"did i say it was your fault?!" he barked. "no! but it be nice if you could at least help a little, give us a last name, an address perhaps, i'd like to sit down and talk with him. express to him how i really feel."

amanda went for the staircase.

"you're not leaving! you're giving us something." peter told her, following after her.

tara slid down to the floor, she had her face in her hands. fully on sobbing now.

amanda ignored him, she went for the stairs.

peter grabbed her by the arm, he looked at her with pleading eyes.

he just wanted to help his girl.

"winters. tate winters." she gave in.

peter nodded. he let her go.

he watched her sprint down the stairs.

he put the fear of god into that girl.

tara's body wracked with sobs.

the boys all turned to her, with looks of concern now printed on their faces.

ray kneeled down, wrapping an arm around her.

"oh, honey." was the first thing he said before pulling her into his arms. "shh, it's okay. shh." he cooed as he cradled her in his arms.

peter regretted freaking out in front of tara like that. he just couldn't hold it in anymore. just seeing amanda was the last straw.

*

tara was in bed for the night. peter had been sitting with her, holding her hand until she drifted off.

now, it had been twenty minutes since she fell asleep and he was still sat there. her hand in his.

the door had creaked open, revealing dana who had come over earlier to spend the night.

peter had been staying at the fire house ever since. he didn't want to leave her, not even for a second.

he looked in her direction, she seemed worried.

peter nodded, whispering he'd be out in a minute.

dana nodded back, she left the room shutting the door behind her.

peter adverted his gaze back onto his daughter.

he used his free hand to brush the hair out from her eyes.

his thumb lingered on her cheek, he caressed it. going up and down gently.

"everything's going to be okay." he whispered.

he brought her hand to his face.

"i promise." he placed a kiss against her hand, before gently dropping it to her side.

he got up from the bed, going over to the door.

he took one last look at his daughter before finally leaving the room.

*

"i'm really worried about you peter." dana confessed, when they were sitting together on the couch that night.

"why?" he questioned, taking his eyes off the television only for a second.

"i heard what happened today." she said, reminding him of his little freak out earlier.

peter sighed, he removed his hand from dana's. he ran his hands down his face, letting out a sigh.

"no one should have to go through this." dana sympathized with him.

"it's tara who's going through it, not me. i'm just frustrated i'm not getting her the help she needs." he expressed, making eye contact with his girlfriend.

"i know you peter, you're going to get your girl help. i am sure of it." she assured him, she placed her hand on his arm rubbing it.

peter half smiled. "i really hope so."

dana smiled. she leaned in and kissed him.

"it's going to be okay." she told him.

peter went back to watching tv.

he really hoped, everything was going to be okay.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when the Avengers notice signs of Peter having a girlfriend, they suspect he’s not as innocent as he seems

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“Hey Pete the treat.” Tony greeted Peter as he passed him in the hallway. “Have you seen my screwdriver with the orange handle?”

“Oh, yeah.” Peter remembered. “I used it to fix my web shooters. It’s on my desk in my room.”

“Mind if I grab it?”

“Would you listen if I said no?” Peter asked, assuming he knew the answer?

“Nope.” Tony smiled at how well Peter knew him. “I’ll go get it.”

Tony waltzed into Peters room and went straight to his desk, rummaging through the papers and sketches he had strewn about.

“Now where are you hiding?” Tony drummed his fingers on his chin as he looked around Peters desk. He opened the top drawer and found nothing, so he opened the next drawer and began to rummage around. After moving a notebook to the side, Tony found an unopened box of condoms among Peters things.

“Hm.” Tony furrowed his eyebrows at the surprising find. “Well it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

He put it down and continued searching through the draw before the box caught his eye again.

“Value pack?” Tony read off the box. “Jesus.”

He shut the drawer and found the screwdriver in the next drawer, mindlessly tucking it into his pocket. As he left Peters room, the box stayed in his mind. He walked into the living room and found the rest of the Avengers chatting.

“What do you guys think about Peter?” Tony wondered as he toyed with the screwdriver.

“I don’t think about Peter.” Sam deadpanned.

“He seems lonely, no?” Tony shrugged. “He could use a companion of the female variety.”

“We should set him up.” Steve suggested. “He could use someone.”

“I don’t know.” Nat scrunched her nose. “He seems too young to be dating.”

“He’s in college now. It’s about time he gets a girlfriend.” Tony decided. “I had dozens by the time I was his age.”

“Are we even sure he likes girls?” Rhodey asked.

“He complimented my hair color once.” Nat shrugged.

“There we go.” Tony nodded, getting excited now.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky asked quietly as he entered the room.

“We want to set Peter up on a date.” Steve told him.

“Parker? I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend.” Bucky said, making everyone look at him.

“What?” Tony asked. “No way.”

“Yeah. My room is next to his.” He shrugged. “He’s on the phone all night almost every night.”

“What?” Nat laughed in surprise. “With who?”

“Someone named Y/n I’m pretty sure.” Bucky went on. “I hear her name a lot.”

“Y/n.” Tony rolled it around his mind. “Interesting. I have to know more.”

“I think if Peter wanted us to know more, he’d tell us.” Nat clicked her tongue.

“And I think I don’t care.” Tony retorted. “I’m gonna find out more.”

That night, Tony sat in the dark as he waited for Peter to come home. He heard the elevator coming up and shivered with excitement at the incoming confrontation.

“Hey, Parker.” Tony dramatically turned on the light once Peter walked in the room, making Peter jump.

“Hi Mr. Stark.” Peter stammered as he took off his coat.

“Are you just getting back?” Tony asked coyly.

“Yeah, I was out with my…friend.” Peter shifted his eyes at the mention of you.

“Oh really?” Tony feigned a gasp. “What’s his name?”

“Her name is Y/n.” Peter said casually. “I was with her.”

“So I see.” Tony nodded. “Is she from school?”

“Yeah. She’s in my organic chemistry class.”

“So one might say you two have…chemistry?” Tony shrugged as he walked closer to Peter.

“Anyone with our schedules would say that.” Peter laughed nervously.

“Whats she like?” Tony persisted. “Is she pretty?”

“She’s great.” Peter smiled. “She can talk circles around me about just about anything. I don’t even know why we’re in the same class. She’s so much smarter than everyone in the room, even the professor. She’s just...she’s great.”

“So I hear.” Tony smirked. Peter completely avoided the “pretty” question, and that told Tony everything he needed to know.

“Hear?” Peter asked curiously. “What did you hear?”

“Thin walls, buddy.” Tony knocked on the wall. “Bucky told us all about your late night phone calls with your lady friend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Peters face heated up. “I’ll be quieter.”

“You don’t have to be quieter.” Tony told him. “Bucky doesn’t deserve a peaceful nights sleep.”

“Why do you say that?” Peter asked.

“Because he murdered my parents. Night!” Tony threw up a peace sign before leaving the room. Peters jaw dropped a little before shutting. He quickly pulled out his phone and clicked on your contact.

“I think Mr. Stark is onto us” He texted you.

“Good. He can pay for our wedding 👀” You wrote, making him smile. He put his phone away and went to bed himself.

~

A few weeks later, Tony needed the screwdriver again and had an idea of where he could find it.

“Hey Pete. Did you use the screwdriver again?” Tony asked when he found Peter in the hallway.

“Yeah. It should be in the same place.” Peter informed him.

“Thanks.” Tony nodded and went into Peters room. He went to the desk, expecting to find the screwdriver in the same drawer it was in last time. When he didn’t find it there, he opened the drawer above it. Right on top of a pile of notebooks was the box from last time.

“I shouldn’t.” Tony sighed and chewed his lip. “But I’m feeling snoopy.”

Tony picked up the box and to his surprise, it was significantly lighter. Tony opened it up and peered inside, only to see it was nearly empty.

“Who did this to you?” Tony gasped. “Who took your goodies?”

Elsewhere in the tower, Peter was heading back to his room when he crashed into Natasha.

“Oh, sorry.” Peter apologized as he caught her before he could knock her over.

“It’s fine.” Natasha assured him, sniffing the air a little. “Why do you smell so good?”

“Hygiene is very important to me.” Peter straightened his shoulders to solidify his lie.

“Yeah, but,” she sniffed him again, “you smell fruity.”

“I’m a fruity boy.” Peter stated, regretting it immediately.

“Oh.” Natasha backed away a little, giving him a strange look.

“Not that kind of fruity.” Peter stammered. “I have to go.”

Just as Peter scurried away, Sam walked into the hallway.

“Am I crazy or did Peter smell like perfume?” Natasha pointed behind him.

“I don’t care.” Sam mumbled as he walked by.

“Romanoff.” Tony rounded the corner after leaving Peters room. “I think the Manchurian Candidiate was right. I think Peter has a girlfriend.”

“I think so too.” Natasha nodded. “He smelled like perfume just now.”

As Tony and Natasha exchanged evidence, Sam passed by Peters room just as he was going inside.

“Hey Sam.” Peter greeted before he shut his door.

“Don’t talk to me, Parker.” Sam mumbled without looking up.

“Sorry.” Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, making Sam briefly look up.

“What’s that?” Sam narrowed his eyes when he spotted something peeking out over Peters collar.

“Whats what?” Peter asked as he pulled away.

“On your neck.” Sam caught his collar and pulled it down. “Is that a hickey?”

“No.” Peter said quickly as he covered his neck with his hand. “I burnt my neck with my curling iron.”

“Oh, okay.” Sam was satisfied with the answer. “Wait, what?”

“Bye Sam!” Peter stammered as he quickly shut the door.

~

Tony’s plans to interrogate Peter about his love life the following day were halted when he found Peters room empty. A quick check in with Friday showed Peter leaving earlier that morning with a few presents in hand. Tony sighed and went on with day, anxiously waiting for Peter to come home to get more information.

“Another late night.” Tony announced his presence as he flicked on the light. It wasn’t until after midnight that Peter had come back, so Tony waited him out in the living room.

“Oh, hi Mr. Stark.” Peter waved awkwardly, not having expected anyone to be there.

“Were you with Y/n again?” Tony asked casually.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled shyly as he shed his jacket. “It’s her birthday so I spent the day with her.”

“How come I never see her here?” Tony proceeded with caution, not wanting to overstep.

“She lives kinda far.” Peter shrugged. “That’s why we talk on the phone so much. I don’t want her driving all the way out here and she doesn’t want me swinging at night.”

“She knows?” Tony raised an eyebrow, not realizing they were at that level yet.

“Yes. But I only told her because I trust her.” Peter quickly assured him. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised me.”

“Oh, I’m not mad.” Tony smirked. “Trust is good. Especially in relationships, so I hear.”

“Yeah.” Peter smiled at the thought of you. “It’s good. We’re really good.”

“Have you told her you loved her yet?” Tony jumped to the point, taking Peter by surprise. “Because that smile on your face says you do.”

“I have.” Peter admitted as his face flushed. “And she told me she loves me too.”

“Aw.” Tony couldn’t help but smile at his protégé being in love. He was so moved that he took out one of his business cards and scribbled something on the back of it.

“Here.” He handed it to Peter. “Don’t abuse it.”

“Whats this?” Peter curiously looked at the number Tony had written in the card.

“It’s the number for my personal driver. One of them.” He corrected himself. “I always forget who I employ so I have about 18. This one makes unforgettable coffee cake, though.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “But why are you giving this to me?”

“So you and Y/n can see each other.” Tony said simply. “And so more people can experience this coffee cake.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate this.” Peter said softly, knowing Tony wasn’t much for displays of affection.

“Don’t mention it.” Tony brushed it off. “Really, don’t. I don’t have enough personal drivers for everyone. I mean, I probably do, but I’m not known to share.”

“I won’t tell.” Peter nodded. “Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”

Tony have Peter a fond smile before nodding as well.

“Night kid.”

~

“Mails here.” Tony announced the following morning as the team sat around the kitchen table.

“Thanks for bringing it in.” Steve reached for an envelope addressed to him. “Who delivered it today? Was it Michelle or Rodney?”

“Michelle.” Tony concurred.

“Oh, nice.” Steve smiled. “I like her. She’s always friendly to me.”

“Yeah. Nice girl. Nice name too.” Tony put the plan into action. “That was the name of the first girl I ever kissed.”

“I remember my first kiss.” Steve recalled. “It was at a school dance when I was in high school. I bought her a milkshake after and she never spoke to me again.”

“What about you, Peter?” Natasha asked causally. “Have you had your first kiss?”

“Um, yeah.” Peter chuckled like it was obvious.

“With who?” Steve asked curiously, and the rest of the team leaned in to hear the answer.

“Um, my girlfriend.” Peter flushed a deep red as he avoided eye contact with the group. Everyone collectively let out a gasp at the news, making Peter flush even deeper. He looked up to a table full of dropped jaws and wide eyes and felt his ears turn red.

“Isn’t it neat?” Tony tried to take the attention off Peter. “The innocence of young love.”

“Yeah. Innocence.” Sam narrowed his eyes at Peter as the hickey on his neck suddenly made sense.

“When can we meet her?” Nat asked, and everyone nodded softly. Peter looked around in surprise, not having expected everyone to care as much as they did.

“You want to meet her?” He asked with a small smile.

“Of course.” Tony shrugged. “You’re on our team and if she’s your girlfriend-“

“She’s on our team too.” Sam concluded with a gentle nod. Everyone nodded in agreement, making Peters heart swell in appreciation.

“She was gonna come over so I could swing her around the city.” Peter told them. “I could ask her to come up and say hello.”

“I think you should.” Natasha encouraged. Peters lips twitched into a smile as he pulled out his phone to tell you to come up. Within a few minutes, you were coming up the elevator and Peters heart was pounding in his chest. He met you at the elevator and escorted you to the rest of the Avengers, his hand holding yours.

“Hi.” You smiled shyly as you met the team. “It’s nice to meet all of you. I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Steve said politely. “I’m-“

“Steve, right?” You smiled a little. “Um, Peter talks about you guys all the time. You’re also a little famous.” You chuckled, and everyone laughed as well, breaking the ice.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” Steve smiled back at you. “So you’re the girlfriend? I can’t say Peter has told us that much about you.”

Peter looked at you anxiously, hoping you wouldn’t take that the wrong way.

“It’s okay.” You laughed and rubbed his shoulder. “We agreed to keep it on the down low. Plus, I doubt there’s anything about me that could impress the Avengers.”

“That’s not true.” Peter cut in as he twirled your hair around his finger. “You’re very impressive.”

“Tell us more.” Nat smiled as she leaned on her hand. Everyone watched you and Peters display of affection with childlike wonder, a collective peace settling in the room as they watched the baby of the team experience happiness.

“Y/n volunteers as a candy striper at the children’s hospital a few blocks from here. When she’s not with me, she’s there.” Peter bragged about you. “And she’s a lifeguard in the summers, CPR certified, valedictorian of her class, organ donor-“

“These are not impressive things.” You laughed as you cut him off.

“Yes they are.” Peter insisted. “She can make the worlds best brownies, her ponytails are always perfect on the first try, she can parallel park, she-“

“She sounds amazing.” Tony cut him off as he smiled at you. “And we’re very happy to finally meet her.”

“I just can’t believe the guy who watches Dance Moms in the living room with no shame actually has a girlfriend.” Sam snorted. “And a normal one too.”

“Why is it so surprising?” You wondered as you leaned on Peter arm.

“Because he’s so innocent.” Sam shrugged. “I doubted he ever even held a girls hand.”

“Wait, you thought Peter was innocent?” You laughed abruptly. “He literally webbed me to the headboard last night and-“

“Ah ah ah.” Peter quickly cut you off. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

“I think she should say them.” Bucky chuckled as he sipped his coffee.

“One time, he used his-“

“Well, Y/n and I really need to get going.” Peter cut you off and quickly ushered you to the door. “We won’t be out late.”

“It was nice meeting you all.” You called as Peter pulled you out the door.

“Nice meeting you too.” Tony yelled back. He and the team exchanged knowing looks, a collective happiness for Peter settling among them.

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[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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[luthienne]

Louise Glück, from Averno

“Sometimes you leave your hair at the bus station & get on the bus & as your face falls asleep against the window you realize it is all your body now, everything between you & the pieces you lost once,”

Aracelis Girmay, from Kingdom Animalia; “Portrait of the Woman As a Skein”

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “The Girl at 3″

“She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

“Many girls lock themselves up, / become pantries, closets. / Some, like trees, grow bark, / and others, like rivers, / burble into dimpled pools.”

Eli Mandel, from “Rapunzel (Girl in a Tower)"

“Sometimes I forget. I become a volatile spirit / a butterfly out of its wings, a blooming flower / in decay. I fall in love with ghosts and cry / when they flesh out,”

Mahtem Shiferraw, from Fuschia; “Being a Woman”

Aracelis Girmay, from “Portrait of the Woman as a Skein”

“Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.”

Catherine Garbinsky, from “The Princess & the Thorns,” Even Curses End

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

“I was something else, not a girl, not a wolf, something blank-eyed, tired,”

Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams

“Shame fuses to silence letting the night maraud, killing bit by useless hope of not being this girl I was. Am. She is.”

Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians

“When I was a girl / and you were a girl / we were floral / and ungiveable. Squash / blossom. Bleeding / Hearts in the sideyard. / Vine, albino root. / Petals open only in the moonlight.”

Emily O'Neill, “Wedding Soup,” from Pelican

“Glory be to the girl who goes back for her body.”

Dominique Christina, from Star Gazer

“Cover the memory of your face with the mask of who you’ll be—come, and frighten the girl you used to be.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (tr. Yvette Siegert), “Paths of the Mirror”

“—if I could remember a day when I was utterly a girl and not yet a woman— / but I don’t think there was a day like that for me. / When I look at the girl I was, dripping in her bathing suit, or riding her bike, pumping hard down the newly paved street, / she wears a furtive look— and even if I could go back in time to her as me, the age I am now / she would never come into my arms without believing that I wanted something.”

Marie Howe, from What the Living Do: Poems; “The Girl”

“‘How strange it is to long for one’s self!’ she said; ‘and yet I often, so often, long for myself as a young girl. I love her as one whom I had been very close to and shared life and happiness and everything with, and then had lost while I stood helpless.’”

Jens Peter Jacobsen, from Niels Lyhne

Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses; “Blueberries”

“Your bare feet became a woman's feet, always saying two things at once.”

Louise Glück, from Descending Figure

“And I must choose. War before me, and behind, a woman I do not know, the woman I could have been, a human woman, whole and hot.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

Louise Glück, from “The Myth of Innocence”

“Beware your face, / your limbs, your walk: / Gods see these / as invitations. / Beware of swans. / They may lift you / but you will fall. / Beware of children / hatched from eggs, / unfledged and beautiful: / they will burn / cities to the ground. / Don’t be seduced by the gods, / my daughter. / Though you break / into song beneath them / you will remain broken.”

Jeannine Hall Gailey, from Becoming the Villainess; “Leda’s Mother Warns Her”

“What could I have grown up to be? What kind of human woman, what kind of simple, happy thing? If I had never been broken on a bird’s wing. If I had never seen the world naked. I want to be myself again… I want to stop knowing everything I know.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

“But I don’t really like what I know; I don’t really care for wisdom and experience. I would rather believe, and beat out my brains, and believe some more. I do not like this safe well-armed woman I have become. The loud bleating disheveled starry reckless failed girl was a better person.”

Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters

“a child with seafoam eyes / and dusky skin might cry, there / goes a girl with seven thousand years / at the hollow of her throat,”

Amal El-Mohtar, from ‘Song for an Ancient City’

“I say “her,” because I don’t recall having been present, not in any meaningful sense of the word. I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember.”

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

“There were always in me two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning, and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.”

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934

“Come, let me suffer! That is worth more than viewing injustice with a serene countenance, as Shakespeare says. When I have drained my cup of bitterness, I shall feel better. I am a woman, I have affections, sympathies, and wrath.”

George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert

“Slapped the man’s face, then slapped it again, / broke the plate, broke the glass, pushed the cat / from the couch with my feet. Let the baby / cry too long, then shook him, / let the man walk, let the girl down, / wouldn’t talk, then talked too long, / lied when there was no need / and stole what others had, and never / told the secret that kept me apart from them. / Years holding on to a rope / that wasn’t there, always sorry / and righteous and wrong. Who would / follow that young woman down the narrow hallway? / Who would call her name until she turns?”

Marie Howe, “What I Did Wrong”

“She is a woman stranded at doorways and passivity is killing her. There is only one thing she can do. Make noise.”

Anne Carson, in her Introduction to Elektra

Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems

“Part of me died here / so another could go on.”

Marty McConnell, from “When They Say You Can’t Go Home Again, What They Mean Is You Were Never There”

“see, you will rise. / and are you less of a woman for this? / no / what is woman? / woman is this—enduring. / listen girl, you will survive this—you will. / but what fool said you had to do it silently? / here is a tip—scream”

Salma Deera, Letters From Medea, “medea gives advice to a young girl with a broken heart”

#compilation #quote compilation #words #the great wound #regarde comme ta fille est faite #long post #terfs dni #this is very long. but i needed to make it and every word was necessary so i am not sorry

[hyunsuks-beanie]

First Time

Genre: Smut

Word Count: ~2.7k

Hyunjin x virgin! fem bodied! reader; unprotected sex (Y/N on the pill); corruption kink; cream pie

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this. It was really fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it!! PS. The song Oh Mami really had me want to include a corruption kink, so here we are lmao

"But I really wanted us to have the perfect day together," you pout, leaning into your boyfriend's side, as the both of you look out the window. Hyunjin had been insanely busy for the past few weeks with preparations for the comeback, which had forced the two of you to settle with late night FaceTime calls and text messages. Today had been his first day-off in forever, and you had wanted to go out on a nice little date with him. Nothing too fancy, maybe just a coffee at your favorite coffee shop, followed by a picnic near Han River.

But the weather had other plans, as it had been raining non-stop since mid-day, ruining any chances you had of going out. And seeing this had definitely taken a toll on your mood, so now it was up to Hyunjin to make you feel better. Luckily though, he knew just the perfect way to do so.

Smiling, he says to you, "It's okay babe, we can always go out some other time. For now, how about we make some popcorn and watch a movie while cuddling?" You look at him sideways, sighing because you know he's right. He's with you regardless, and you don't want to waste the moment by being sulky. "Hmmm, sounds like a plan, minus the cuddling, of course," you giggle. He fakes a gasp, holding a hand to his chest in mock horror, "You dare reject cuddles from the Hwang Hyunjin?," he exclaims.

"Don't be dramatic Hyun, Minho rejects your cuddles all the time," you counter, before turning around and hugging him. "Touche, but you don't have that privilege, since you are my girlfriend," he replies slyly, picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. Placing you atop it, he walks over to the TV, trying to select a movie that the both of you would enjoy. He finally settles on a handful of DVDs, including Harry Potter, Disney, and a few horror movies. Setting Peter Pan into the DVD player, he walks back over to you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his side.

The movie goes by with a lot of laughs and small kisses thrown in between, as the two of you get cozy in the warmth of each other's arms. At the end of it, you pop into the kitchen to heat up some popcorn, only to have Hyunjin come up behind you and hug you from the back. You giggle at his cuteness, making him hide his face in your neck. "I missed you," he mumbles against your skin, making you bite your lip and go quiet at the sudden intimacy.

You try to hide it, but your boyfriend is quick to catch on to the change in your demeanor. To test his theory, he places a soft kiss at the nape of your neck, and just as he had expected, he hears you gasp.

Hyunjin would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about taking you to bed, but he didn't want to put any undue pressure on you, seeing as how you were still innocent. Still, sometimes he couldn't help his thoughts, and dreamed about what it would be like to finally give you a taste of the pleasure you have been saving up on, all these years.

You, on the other hand, had never really felt the need to go all the way in any of your past relationships. It's not like you didn't want to, but rather, it was the timing that was never right. But having him kiss you like that right now, you can't help but feel a little something change inside you, though you can't really place it. A simple act on his part has made the temperature of the room go up by at least ten degrees for you, but you decide to shrug it off, thinking that you had misread his intention.

So, all you do instead is turn around and place a gentle kiss on his lips, before walking back to the couch with the bowl of popcorn in your hands. What you don't notice, though, was a small sigh escape his lips as he watched your retreating figure.

You settle back down on the couch, handing the movie you chose over to him. "A horror flick?," he says, quirking his eyebrow, "Think you'll be able to handle it?" Rolling you eyes, you mutter, "As if the both of us don't know exactly who is the scaredy-cat in this relationship," making him glare at you. Putting the DVD in the player, he comes back over to you, tugging on your arm as a way of beckoning you over to sit on his lap. Shaking your head, you throw your legs over his lap before climbing over completely.

Hyunjin would soon realize what he mistake he made asking you to sit on his lap, and he would be thanking that very mistake.

Barely twenty minutes into the movie, your boyfriend is clinging to you for dear life, too afraid of the jump scares in it. While you definitely find it cute, you can't deny the fact that you're having trouble finding a suitable position to sit in because of him sticking to you like gum. So it's not a surprise that you keep moving around on his lap quite a lot, and neither is it a surprise that Hyunjin soon finds his eyes going big at the feeling of you rubbing against him.

He tries to hold it back, afraid of what you'll think. But it seems like gulping and biting down on his lip don't work, as soon enough, you notice something rubbing against the back of your leg, and now it's your turn to be surprised. Turning around to face him, you can't help but brush against his bulging member, and looking at your innocent eyes staring at him is too much for Hyunjin, making him let out a soft moan as he throws his head back.

Hearing that beautiful sound escape his full lips, you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, as wetness pools between your legs. Biting your lip, you pull his face back up again, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He kisses you back, wasting no time in deepening it, as his hands move to sit around your hips. Your own travel to his hair, as you lick his bottom lip, asking for permission. He gladly lets your tongue enter his mouth, lazily wrestling it with his own.

You stay that way for a while, just soaking in each other's embrace, but you can't let go of the thought of finally taking it further with him. You have made out with him many times before, but had stopped short just as things started to get hotter. This time though, you want to do it, and you trust him enough to be gentle to you.

Gulping hard, you pull away from the kiss, only to mumble against Hyunjin's lips. "I want more," you whisper, making his blown out pupils turn dark. But your boyfriend still manages to hold himself back, knowing how special it must be to you. He kisses you again, and then again, before finally asking, "Are you sure, love?" Seeing your nervous expression, he gently caresses your cheek and adds, "As much as I love the idea of being the one to show you how amazing you are, we don't have to do anything unless you're ready."

Looking at him with eyes filled with love and gratitude, you simply nod your head, making Hyunjin smile as he places his lips back on yours. He gets up from the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

Gently placing you on the bed, he climbs over you, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. When he pulls back, you notice a dark expression on his face, one that you have never seen before. Truth be told, Hyunjin's mind is in overdrive at the mere thought of finally ruining your innocence. He's lost track of the number of times he's jerked off imagining how pretty you would look when he has you a writhing mess under him. Now that his fantasies are close to becoming a reality, it's like he's become a whole different person.

His hands move under your top, roaming up your sides before coming to rest right under your boobs. He gently lifts the cups of your bra up, massaging your breasts. The new feelings makes you let out a moan, which is nothing less than music to his ears. His lips move from your own to your chin and down to your neck, as he leaves a trail of kisses near your sweet spot, before digging his teeth into your skin as he leaves a hickey.

Moving his attention to your throat, he continues to bite and suck on your skin, as his hands carry on with their ministrations on your boobs. "Hyu-Hyunjin, wanna t-take it off," you moan out, making him smirk against your skin. "As you say doll," he replies, taking off your top and bra in one swift movement. He gapes at how gorgeous you look, making you bring your arms up to shield your body, suddenly shy. "No no no, let me see," is all he says, pushing your arms away.

His mouth dives into your breasts, sucking and licking on your nipples. Arching your back in pleasure, you place your hands at the helm of his T-shirt, tugging on it. He understands your signal, and pulling back, pulls it off him, revealing his toned body to you. You can't stop your hands from roaming all over his body, as he continues showing some love to your boobs.

The wetness between your legs keeps growing with every touch he places on your skin, which feels like it's on fire. You push your thighs together in the hopes of not coming off as too needy, but Hyunjin stops you, and pushes your legs open wider. Pulling your track shorts down, he mutters under his breath, "So beautiful, and all for me," before smirking.

Hyunjin leaves a large lick on your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties, making you let out a whimper. Smirking against your core, he mutters, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you," before hooking his fingers in the sides of your underwear and pulling it off.

Spreading your legs wider, he licks you again, sending waves of pleasure through you. He lips circle around your clit as he sucks on it, only to have you entangle your hands in his hair, tugging on them. Grunting, he moves a finger inside of you, as his tongue continues to torture your clit. Pushing further in, he curls his finger into a hook, making you scream. "Fuck ahh Hyunjin- it f-feels sooo good." He only smirks, pushing another finger into you. He continues to push and pull his fingers into your core, feeling you tighten as you edge closer to your climax. The knot in your stomach continues to grow as your moans keep getting louder, and soon enough, you know you won't last long. "I-I'm close," you manage to mutter out somehow.

Hyunjin speeds up his fingers, as his tongue laps up near your clit faster, and within minutes, you let out a scream as you cum all over his fingers. Lapping it all up, Hyunjin brings two fingers up in the air, both shining with your juices. He shoves them into his mouth, sucking on them as he finally gets a taste of you. Seeing you look at him, he smirks, "Want a taste babe?," before moving over to give you a kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, it's now time for him to take his own shorts down, but your hands stop him. He looks down at you, making you shyly say, "I wanna taste you too," looking down. He can't help but coo at your cuteness, replying, "Today is about you love, you don't have to do it." Shaking your head, all you say is, "I want to," before placing your hands on his waistband and pulling his shorts down. His hard member pops out, making your eyes go wide at how gorgeous he is.

Slowly, you take his length into your mouth, unsure of how to go about it. Closing his eyes in pleasure, Hyunjin says, "Teeth," making you graze his member with your teeth. He lets out a hiss, hands traveling to your hair as he pulls on them, guiding your head up and down his dick. You hollow your cheeks out, sucking on him while bobbing your head along his length. You swirl your tongue around his girth, making him throw his head back in pleasure as he lets out a deep moan. "F-faster, Y/N," he moans, making you speed up his pace. Soon enough, his vision blacks out as he feels himself twitch, cumming into your mouth. You almost gag as his seed shoots into your mouth, but manage to take it all in, swallowing. You swirl your tongue around his length again, before pulling away, remaining connected to his member by a string of saliva.

Seeing you still look so innocent and beautiful while doing something so dirty nearly makes Hyunjin lose his mind. It takes everything in him not to bend you over right there and completely wreck you, but he stops himself, knowing he needs to be gentle with you today. "Next time," his mind tells him, as he moves closer to you, pushing you back onto the mattress. Suddenly his eyes go wide, as he says, "I don't have a condom." Luckily for him though, you giggle and say, "I just had mh periods, so we're good."

Unable to wait any longer, he aligns his dick next to your entrance, looking up at you. His eyes silently ask you for permission, and you can't help but feel your heart swell, seeing him being so gentle with you despite his fantasies. "Ready, babe?," he asks, making you only moan in response. He wastes no time in pushing into you, making you scream his name. He continues to move in and out of you, as his lips move to capture your again in a kiss that is soft and hot at the same time. His hands move back to your boobs, while your trail all along his back, leaving nail marks in their wake. He pulls away from the kiss, moving his lips to your neck, as you continue to moan his name out like a mantra.

He pushes deeper into you, hitting your G-spot. It makes your eyes roll back, as pleasure spreads throughout your body. You feel yourself reaching your second orgasm of the night, as the knot in your stomach starts growing back again. "H-Hyunjin, faster," you moan, making him speed up his pace. Soon enough, his movements, combined with the feeling of his lips on your body, pushes you over the edge, making you cum all over his dick. The stimulation sends Hyunjin's dick reeling too, as he cums inside your core.

Pulling away, he can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look, wrecked at last, with his juices seeping out your pussy. He gets up to grab a towel and clean you, before kissing your forehead as he drapes a sheet over your naked form. He quickly gets in as well, pulling you closer. "Thank you for today, Jinnie. You were so nice to me," you smile, making him kiss your lips softly. "Thank you for trusting me love," he smiles too, before adding, "How about we cuddle to sleep for a few hours, and then I run us a bath?" "Sounds good," you yawn, "and how about we do it again later? I really enjoyed it."

Needless to say, Hyunjin hardly gets any sleep, unable to control his excitement.

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[doexoeyes]

Fire

Summary: Co-comparison is killin' you slowly (but really it’s an explosion that was waiting to happen and you were both bound to be burned alive).

Warnings: ok this time I gotta put a warning for swearing, mentions of death, & heavily implied sexy time. phew.

Notes: so this is the 2nd part to ‘Firsts’ & I had a lot of fun writing this because I’m a huge fan of angst. like bring on the arguments & tears (but u know, kisses r nice too).

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You never thought of yourself as the jealous type, especially when it came to Peter.

He always made you feel like you were the only person in his orbit, eyes lighting up whenever you walked into the room, cheeks flushing when you would smile up at him. And you could see it, the love he had for you. You felt incredibly grateful to have been blessed with someone as loving and devoted as Peter Parker.

So, when he mentions that he has a study session with a girl from his class, Gwen Stacy, you think nothing of it.

Because why would you when you had Peter Parker as a boyfriend, the most trustworthy person you know?

It’s not until you see him walk out of the school building, having been seated on the steps as you waited to surprise him with his favorite sub from Delmar’s, that you finally see who Gwen Stacy is.

A fucking Barbie.

Gwen is tall and blonde and pretty, but pretty honestly feels like an understatement when it comes to her. Her hair is shiny and falls perfectly over her shoulders, a black headband keeping it all in place. She’s dressed like a straight A student, like the president’s daughter, like she’s definitely going to be successful after high school. She smiles at something Peter says, and you swear her teeth are blinding you even from your spot in the steps, far below them. She looks effortlessly perfect.

Everything you truly felt you weren’t.

She waves at Peter as he walks down, his attention still fully on her, not even noticing you.

Finally he spots you and his eyes do that thing where they light up and he looks so happy to see you there, but you can’t seem to focus on that because the only thing you can think about is how there’s no way he doesn’t look at Gwen that same way.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” he says, walking down the steps towards you, arm immediately reaching to help you up.

You take his hand and hoist yourself up, forcing a small smile out as you silently hold the sandwich in your hand towards him.

His eyes widen, smile growing bigger.

“Oh, no way, Delmar’s?! Not only is my girlfriend the prettiest girl in New York, but she’s also the most amazing. Ladies and gentlemen, y/n y/l/n,” he says, voice booming as if he’s presenting you to an audience.

Normally you would blush and playfully slap his shoulder, but you can’t help but feel bitter at how he said ‘the prettiest girl in New York’.

There’s no way he can believe that, not when girls like Gwen Stacy existed here, too.

He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, head leaning down to kiss the top of your head, so soft you would have believed he thought you were made of porcelain.

He was always so soft and so sweet with you and you adored it, but right now his gentle actions taunted you.

Was he as soft and sweet to Gwen, too?

You knew Peter would never out right cheat, but did he exchange cheek kisses with her as an innocent goodbye? Did he nuzzle his head in her neck after a friendly hug, take a whiff of her most likely expensive perfume?

He said he adored the way you smelled, a credit you gave to your vanilla body spray and strawberry lip gloss.

But while you smelled like strawberry shortcake, you were sure she smelled like a beautifully exciting what-if. A what-if you just knew he thought about from time to time.

“Hey, you good there?” Peter asked, his expression morphed into one of concern, though a small smiled remained perched on his lips.

He breaks the chaotic flow of thoughts in your head and you know the smile you offer back at him is weak.

“Y-yeah. I just…you saw her, right?” you ask, because as much as you want to ignore the nagging voices in your head, you know you can’t keep this in.

Your emotions weren’t something you were skilled at hiding. A self proclaimed con Peter once labeled as a pro.

You wondered if he would still feel that way now.

Peter furrowed his brow. “Who?”

“Your study partner, Gwen. She’s…you can’t tell me you don’t look at her and notice that she’s probably one of the most beautiful girls, like, ever,” you say, swallowing down a lump that has started forming.

His big brown eyes are concentrated on you and you can tell he’s taken aback.

“What? Where is this coming from?” he asks, and the smile is slowly fading as he unwraps his arms from around you.

“It’s coming from the fact that you forgot to mention that Gwen is a walking example of perfection when you told me you were going to be studying with her.”

There is it is, the anger that inevitably came with the suffocating grasp of insecurity.

Your tone is accusatory and you can feel the anger festering inside of your chest as Peter frowns at you, the flames kissing his inside as well.

“Ok, first of all, I don’t understand why the way that Gwen looks matters? And I don’t like how you’re making it sound like I did something wrong.”

“But you did! You’re telling me you don’t look at her and think about being with her instead of me?”

His expression immediately softens, now understanding why you were saying the things you were, but you don’t want his pity. You don’t want him to look at you like the poor insecure little girl that you seemed like. You preferred the anger, the bitterness. You would choose that a million times over his pity any day.

So you frown at him, arms crossed against your chest as you say “I bet you didn’t get any actual studying done. By the she waved at you, it clearly looks like you were studying something else.”

That’s enough to get Peter fired up again.

“Are you kidding me right now?! When have I ever given you a reason to think I would ever do that to you? Do you think that little of me?”

And the hurt on his face is almost enough to make you stop entirely.

The truth was, you didn’t think that. Not even for a second. You knew Peter was respectful and would never do anything physical with anyone else. As for emotionally, you weren’t sure if his mind wondered and although that wasn’t exactly cheating, it made you feel like throwing up.

Nothing was worse than thinking the person you loved thought about loving someone else.

Wordlessly, you hand him the sub and walk away because you knew if you didn’t, you were going to say something you’d ultimately regret.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, and it stops you dead in your tracks.

You take a shaky breath, eyes closed for a moment before turning back around.

“Do you really think you and I are going to make it? You know, past this chapter of our lives?” you ask.

His brows furrowed but his eyes look at you like he’s begging you to stop.

“Why are you…”

“Just answer honestly Peter,” you interrupt, and you feel the tears in your eyes already, mentally cursing yourself for always being so weak.

“I want to. I really want to,” he says and it breaks your heart because you can tell how much he means it.

“Sometimes wanting to isn’t enough.”

At this point you both know this isn’t just about Peter studying with Gwen, because as much as seeing her triggered this emotional response, you know these thoughts were dancing around in your head for a while, and Peter could sense it.

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t want to do this, do you?” and his voice wavers at the end and you can see that his own eyes are becoming glossy.

Fuck.

“Peter, things are different. We’re so different. You are so fucking smart,” and you chuckle sadly as you say this.

“I mean, you go on and on about scientific research and your theories about multi-dimensional travel and I’m so fascinated and impressed but I can never join in. I can never say anything that adds to it. I just sit there like an idiot and just listen. And a girl like Gwen, so smart she’s graduating as valedictorian, she can add to that conversation. She can perfectly match your enthusiasm. She can actually help you study and pass your exams. Hell, I bet, no, I know she can help you with so much more than I ever could,” and a tear finally makes its way down your cheek, joined by another, and then another until it’s a constant stream.

Peter walks closer to you but you step back, shaking your head.

“Not only that, but you’re fucking Spider-Man,” you say, whispering the last part after taking a quick look around you, making sure no one was in sight.

“You have sooo much on your plate, with being a literal superhero and graduation and helping Aunt May out with an internship at the Bugle. I can never alleviate you of that. I want so badly to join you on your missions and help you kick some ass but I’m a nobody. I’m not smart enough, I’m not strong enough. I’m just not enough for you Peter, and that’s not fair to you. You deserve more than what I can give you. And I think it’s best if we just cut our losses and…”

“Please don’t,” he says, and his desperate tone has your tears flowing in full force.

You wipe at them with your sleeve, shaking your head.

“I think we should break..”

“What about what I want?” he asks suddenly, and you notice him trying hard to keep his own tears at bay, fist clenched and brows furrowed.

“All this talk about what I need and what I deserve and nothing about what I want. And I want you. I don’t care if you can’t have a scientific debate with me. If that’s all I wanted in someone, I would just date my chemistry teacher,” he says, and you think about how you noticed that jokes were his defense mechanism. How he does it whenever he’s scared or uncomfortable.

He does it a lot with the villains he fights, and though people think he does it out of pure cockiness or confidence, you know the truth.

He’s scared, just like how he is right now.

“You act like ‘listening’ is such a shitty trait when that’s all that I ever wanted my entire life. Someone to listen to me, really listen. And you do that, all the time. Even when you don’t understand a thing, you’re 100% there, always ready, always eager even,” and his eyes look at you, a watery smile slipping out for a moment, but turning bitter as he continues.

“The funniest thing of all, though, is the fact that you think that you don’t help me with the Spider-Man stuff, as if you’re not the one thing keeping me sane. You make me feel normal, like Peter Parker still matters and I shouldn’t just disappear and be Spidey 100% of the time. You give me a reason to care about myself. And god, you have no idea how alone I’ve felt my entire life and then you come along and I finally feel seen and heard and please, I don’t know how I can go back to before that. I can’t and I don’t want to,” he says, and a tear finally falls as he looks at you, desperate and needy and heartbroken.

“If you’re doing this because you don’t want to be with me anymore, then I 100% respect your decision and I promise I’ll leave you alone. But if this is all because you think I don’t deserve you and should be with someone like Gwen, then please, I’m begging you, don’t do this to me. Because as perfect as you think Gwen is, she will never be you, and I choose you. Every time.”

His words are enough to make you dizzy and they repeat themselves in your head.

I choose you.

Every time.

You.

Every.

Time.

Everything else is a blur in your head after that because the next thing you know, your both in Peter’s house and the door to his room is slammed wide open.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, hands wildly pulling at his hair, not enough to hurt him, but enough to illicit groans from him as your lips collided together desperately, hungrily, like everything you ever needed to say, to hear, to do, was this.

He carried you into the room, kicking the door closed (a little too hard because you swear you feel the whole room shake) and carefully lays you down on his bed lips never once removing themselves from yours. His hands run down your side under your shirt, fingertips leaving your skin ablaze. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach, head hazy with the intoxicating smell of him as he hovers over you. He finally pulls away, panting, big brown doe eyes looking down at you and you don’t need him to speak because you know exactly what he’s asking.

You answer with a nod, eyes remaining locked with his, your hands tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He’s hypnotized by the way you look under him. Your lips red and puffy from the rough kisses, eyes looking at him with want and need and lust and love.

He’s completely gone for you at this point.

You move your head to land a gentle kiss on his forehead, then another soft one on his nose, and finally his lips, just as feverish as before as you help him out of his shirt.

He shows you then what he means when he says he’d pick you every time, and you hope he understands the feeling was mutual.

Because in a world of Gwens, you were so glad to be Peter’s choice.

……

Peter snaps back into it when he feels the cold water hitting his back.

He zoned out while taking a shower. His first in two weeks.

Two weeks since you left.

He’s used up all the hot water, his mind choosing to reminisce on another painfully beautiful memory you two shared.

He thinks about how, if he could go back in time, he would change everything about that moment. How he would let you sabotage the relationship, let you stay mad, maybe fuel the fire by lying and saying something stupid like “you’re right, you’re not enough. I guess we should break up.”

He imagines the words coming out of his mouth as he pictures you both standing on the steps of Midtown again. He knows you’d be completely heartbroken, storming off in tears and probably never seeing him again.

It would have broken him.

So yeah, if he could go back in time, he would let you break up with him.

Because maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have killed you.

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[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Champagne & Sunshine - Bucky Barnes x Reader

18+

Summary: Since the day that you and Bucky confessed your feelings for one another. You both can’t keep your hands to yourselves.

Word Count: 3875

Warnings: Right off the bat smut, things occur in the hot hub, unprotected sex, [nicknames: good girl, bunny] cream pie, teasing, nipple play, uuhhh let me know if I'm missing anything.

Author’s Note: It's been a hot minute that I've written any sort of smut, but gosh it feels good to be back after a while.

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! But please, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!

Bucky groaned quietly into your ear as he rocked his hips against yours in a slow head motion that made your entire body get filled with chills from head to toe. You hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him closer to your body every chance you could. With every thrust he would make, you would dig your nails dipper onto his back, leaving scratches on him.

His lips pressed against yours, tongue slipping past your lips, dominating each of your senses. You whine into his kiss, letting him that you are nearly close to your peak.

Both of you were now close. A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face as his lips were against yours. He found it fascinating the way you trembled underneath him. You both hit your peak at the same time. Shockwaves were going all over your bodies as you moaned each other’s names repeatedly.

He gets off of you and lays right next to you. You both were heavy breathing and trying to get your composer together.

“Wow,” you both said at the same time. Making you both chuckle as well.

Bucky grabs the duvet and pulls them up over your body. You turn to your side placing your head onto Bucky’s chest. “Round Two, Bunny?” Bucky said quietly as his hand traced the curves from your thigh to your stomach.

You rapidly get on top of him. You began to kiss his neck slowly, cooing against his skin.

As you were rocking your hips against his friction, The phone started to ring. You two completely ignored it the first time.

“Fuck” Bucky groaned. It rang a couple of more times. He got rapidly irritated with the number of times they called him. He was annoyed that people were interrupting him and you. But he knew if he ignored it, they would be rushing to his apartment.

Bucky places his hands on your hips, and as much as he wanted you to continue, he shifted your body off him. You laid right next to him. He gets up and hands you his shirt and your lacey panties so you can put them on. He sits down and grabs his phone. He grunts to see that he had seven missed calls from Steve and Tony.

Bucky answers Steve’s call, “what is i-?“ As his back faces towards you, you run your fingers on his back, tracing his skin and his spine.

“Do you know what time it is?” Steve interrupted him. Even though Steve wasn’t on speakerphone, he was loud enough for you to hear him.

“It’s 7 am. What’s wrong with that?” Bucky rolled his eyes and tried not to sound annoyed. He grabs your hand and places your palm facing upwards, and starts to trace the lines of your hands with his metal hand.

“It’s Peter’s Birthday Trip to the cabin today. We are supposed to leave right now.” Steve took a big breath, and he didn’t want to raise his voice anymore if Peter was around. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he checks the date on his phone. He looks at you and notices that you have the same reaction he had. “We will be there in a couple of minutes. We are still packing.” Lucky enough, most of your stuff was at Bucky’s apartment so that packing wouldn’t be so difficult. Either way, we were only going to be staying for a couple of days.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Tell her I said hi.” Steve proceeds to hang up the call.

As Bucky was getting up, you notice the scratches that you left on his back. His backfilled with red marks and some of them were deep enough. A little bit of blood was coming out. “oops,” you whispered to yourself.

You were loud enough that Bucky could hear. “You should see your thighs, Doll,” he chuckled as he licks his lips, and his eyes were digesting how beautifully you looked without clothes.

Walking into the bathroom, you notice all the hickey’s that Bucky left on your inner thigh “Bucky! How am I going to swim with these?” you yelled at him as you smirked a little. You didn’t want him to know that. In reality, you didn’t care that you had them on you. It just showed who you belonged to, even though it had been clear to everyone.

“Damn, looks like you won’t be going swimming.” You could hear laughter come from the bedroom. “Either way, I don’t want anyone to look at what’s mine.” He said louder as he walked back and forth to the bedroom, grabbing things that he believed you both would need.

You walk out of the bathroom with a small bag full of items such as your and Bucky’s toothbrush, shampoo, anything from the bathroom you thought would be important.

Walking into the bedroom, Bucky already had your bags and his bags already prepared. He dressed up, and all you needed was to grab a pair of pants and shoes.

Walking towards Bucky’s direction, you intentionally bump into him. He grabs your wrist and rapidly turns you towards him. He places his hand on your chin tilting your head a bit upwards. “Bunny, Don’t forget who you belong to. You are mine, as I am yours.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear.

Moving your hair to the other side. Bucky kisses the back of your ear towards your neck. “Bucky, we have to go.” Trying not to lose focus. Every kiss that he gave you made you want to melt in his arms. He made you feel like no other. He gave you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that was in the children’s book.

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For the first half of the drive, you were wide awake, observing how beautiful the view was outside of the car window. This wasn’t your first time going to Tony’s Cabin, but you had to go there every time. You didn’t have the chance to look around and view how amazedly it was.

Whenever you would go on road trips with Bucky, he would let you connect your phone to his stereo to blast your favorite songs. He didn’t care what music was planning in the background. No matter what, he was going to end up enjoying it.

You both were only a couple more miles to getting to the Cabin. Bucky wanted to make sure that other people were there, not only you and him being their firsts. He points to his backpack that was on the back of your seat. Bucky turns down the music “Doll, can you grab my phone? It’s my backpack in the front pocket.”

Unbuckling your seat belt, you get up and shift your body in between your seat and Bucky’s seat. You start to look into Bucky’s bag, and you can’t find it. It wasn’t in the front pocket nor the other ones. “I can’t find it.”

“check again it should be in there somewhere.”

“Bucky, I still can’t find it.” You wanted to dump his backpack on the backseats and pick up the mess later. You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t find his phone. While your legs were still on the console. The instant the light turned red, you could feel Bucky reach in between your legs and starts to shuffle around his backpack. Pulling his phone out, he also removes his hand from in between your legs.

What he just did left you startled. At the moment, you wanted to freeze, but you couldn’t. You went back to sitting down. He hands you his phone “call Steve and tell him we are on our way.”

The last couple of miles you had left to drive, you decided to nap, even if it was two more hours. You wanted to take advantage of it.

When you woke up from your nap and noticed that a lake and beautiful trees surrounded it, the grass was green. Everything was so bright and beautiful. If you could pick anywhere to live, it would be right here.

You were still trying to wake up when you notice that Bucky got out of the car and started to walk towards your side to open the door. He grabs your hand as you get out.

Walking towards the porch, you notice Sam and Steve talking. You were unsure what they were talking about, but you probably knew since Peter wasn’t on the lot just yet.

Sam and Steve get up and walk towards you and Bucky. Sam offers a bottle of water to Bucky; meanwhile, Steve hugs you.

“So Buck, can you keep it in your pants for a couple of days?” Steve raises his eyebrow and has a serious look on his face as he crosses his arms. Bucky chokes on the water that he was drinking. Bucky placed his hand over his mouth, trying to cover the smirk he had on his face. He knew damn well that he wasn’t going to and didn’t plan to.

Sam looks over at Steve with a mischievous smile “he does have a point. Peter doesn’t need a live demonstration of Sex Ed.”

That grin Bucky had disappeared instantly and just glared at Steve and Sam. Meanwhile, on the other hand, you could feel your cheeks turn into a rosy color, and you were pulling on the sleeves of your shirt. “weren’t you in Peter’s school teaching videos, 'so your body is changing, believe me, I know how that feels' ” Bucky said in his Steve impression voice.

“You are always going to hold that over my head, aren’t you, Bucky.” Steve rolled his eyes and started to walk into the Cabin. “Stop corrupting her. She was an innocent person before you came into her life.”

Bucky chuckled when he heard him say that you were innocent. Nothing about you was innocent, and that’s something that Bucky liked about you. To him, you were a book full of secrets, and he wanted to know everything about you, from your darkest secrets to your sweetest ones. “I mean, you could hear her when she-“ you hit his lower stomach, making him groan a little at how hard you hit him, “never mind.”

You started to move your bags onto the room that you and Bucky were staying in. But every time that you went for your suitcases, Bucky would grab them out of your hand. He insisted that he would take care of grabbing your things and taking them to the room. He didn’t want you to lift any of your fingers.

It didn’t take long for everyone else to come to the Cabin. Luckily, you and Natasha had an hour to decorate before Peter came. The guys oversaw taking care of the outside decorations. Meanwhile, the girls are in charge of the inside décor.

“How is it dating, Capsicle over there?” you were way too focused on writing a poster for Peter saying ‘happy birthday Pete’ when your focus is disturbed by Natasha going in front of you. She had a smirk on her face and motions her head towards the window, where Bucky and Sam were tackling each other, and Steve had his hand placed on his face and shaking his head.

Looking out of the window, you had a smile on your face. “It’s not so bad. I’m happy with him.” You turn your head facing Nat now. Ever since you got with Bucky, you seemed so much happier, and you glowed on your face.

“We always knew you two were going to end up together. I mean the way you both look at each other. There was always something.” Nat teased you as she grabbed the pen on the table to help you finish the poster.

What she said made you think of all the memories you had shared with Bucky. Looking back at the memories, there were hints that you both liked each other. From the way he would always go above and beyond to make sure you were okay to when he would make you laugh over something dumb. “Yeah. I guess there was.” You chuckled at the statement she said.

The moment that you finished the poster, you were starving. You went to the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat and drink. Going near the cabinet, you stood on your tiptoes, reaching over your head to grab a glass “of course, Stark would keep his cup this high.” You whispered to yourself. You couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as you felt someone place their hand on your waist.

“It’s me, don’t worry,” Bucky said in a deep raspy voice as he reaches over you to grab the cup for you. When he set down the cup, he kissed you on the top of your head. Bucky moved away from you as he walked towards the fridge to pull out the filtered water pitcher. Placing it next to the cup he just got out. “Did Nat give you any trouble?” he asked as he was pouring water into your cup.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes “no, she didn’t, Bucky. I promise you.” You chuckled as you took a sip from the glass of water.

He leans in forward to you. “I have something in surprise for you.” He whispered into your ear as he grabs your hair, putting it on to the side. Tilting your head to the side, you slowly closed your eyes, and a smirk formed on your face. “Before you ask, Doll.” With his metal hand, he places the back of his index finger against your skin, moving it from your shoulder to your neck to tracing your jaw until it got to the other side of your face. With his index finger, he tilts your face towards his direction, making eye contact with you. “I’m not telling you what it is.” He licks his lips as his eyes move up and down your face.

The moment that Peter got there, everyone celebrated his birthday. You and Bucky didn’t spend much time together. That didn’t matter. You knew once the sun was down, your hands were going to be all over him.

Later that day, you receive a text message from Bucky

5:38 pm Meet me by the Lake at 1 am, wear the suit that I packed for you, and don't be late.

When the night arrived, everyone was asleep. You found it odd because everyone would usually stay up late when it came to parties like this. But you knew that tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

Looking inside of your bag, you find the swimsuit that Bucky got for you. It was a two-piece baby blue bikini. Putting it on you, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you noticed how well it fitted you. You placed your hair in a messy bun and proceeded to grab Bucky's jacket and wrapped yourself in it. It was getting chilly and going outside in a bikini. You knew you were going to be cold.

As you started to walk to the Lake, you feel arms wrap around you. This made you instantly turn around and face Bucky. He leans in and gives you a brief kiss. "Let's go somewhere else." He grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the cabin once again. But he went around it where there was a hot tub.

The many times you were in that cabin, you never knew that it had a hot tub. So, it took you by surprise when Bucky took you there. He first gets in the hot tub and helps you get in by handing you his hand so you had somewhere to lean on.

Getting into the water, it felt nice feeling the warm hot water against your skin. The first thing you did was splash water at him. Bucky raises his left eyebrow and has a sly smirk on his face as he splashed water towards you. This made you chuckle a little bit. "Doll, be quiet. You don't want us to get caught, do you?" Bucky told you as he moved across the water so he can get closer to you. He was resting his knees at the bottom of the hot tub so he would be at eye level with you.

You shooked your head as you matched the same look Bucky was giving you. "you are going to be the reason why we get caught," you mimicked his voice as you scrunched your nose.

Bucky said nothing. Instead, he grabbed your waist and brought you closer until he was sitting on the other side and you were on his lap. He started at you with a smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. The blue lights of the water made you even glow more than before. After being away from him for hours, craving him all day, now you were able to wrap yourself around him.

You couldn't help yourself but giggle. You felt safe now being in his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving in closer to him, your forehead almost touching his. Bucky tilts his head upwards and moves in closer to you. His lips were pressed against yours, his hands moving from your waist to your ass. He pulls you in closer against him. His tongue was slipping into your mouth, more desperate than usual because it had been all day since he hasn't felt your touch.

You let out a small noise. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you feel him growing hard underneath you. "you know how badly I've been craving to do this to you." He says in a deep raspy voice. His metal hand travels through your body until he goes and finds the hook of your bikini, playfully tugging it. "All fucking day, Bunny." He muttered, his lips moving from towards your neck.

Bucky teased you, licking you from your collarbone to the back of your ear. You nodded at the statement he said. You were craving him as much as he was craving you. You let out a small little noise of pleasure at the way he was holding you, talking to you, and kissing you.

"Then shown me, Bunny. How badly have you been craving this? Cause. I. Don't. Believe. You," he whispered into your ear. Bucky moved the sides of your bikini top, his metal hand going inside the material, exposing your breasts. Your nipples hardened from being exposed to the cold hair. Bucky took this as an opportunity to places his lips around it, tongue running along your skin.

You placed one of your hands on the ledge of the hot tub. Bucky hummed against your skin, sucking your nipple before pulling away. Meanwhile, your other hand went to his neck, gently digging your fingers onto his skin. His hand cupped your breast, and his metal thumb replaced his mouth, running along with the sensitive nipple as his lips move towards your neck "can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" You nodded briefly as quietly moaned as he gently pinched your nipple.

Bucky's hand travels from your breast to the material of your bikini. Ripping them on one of the sides. Meanwhile, one of your hands was removing his swim shorts. You could feel his cock against your ass, teasing himself with the feeling. He wanted you to take control of what can happen next. He moves both of his hands onto your hips.

Your heart was pounding. Something about being secretive and not getting caught made you want to get caught. You cautiously raised yourself from his lap, wrapping yourself around Bucky. You moved a couple of times, making it easier to line up along the head of his cock.

Bucky watched you closely, staring at the way you were taking control over him, especially as you sat down on his lap. "fuuuuuc-" he whispered as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, placing his mouth against your shoulder to keep him from moaning out loud. Bucky's hand went up to your mouth, covering it in case if you were going to make any sounds. "You are so perfect for me, Bunny." He rambled in your ear, trying his best not to moan at the feelings the way that you were clenching around him.

He then began carefully guiding you up and down on top of him, so he could appreciate how incredible it felt. But he couldn't help himself as he felt your thighs quiver and heard a whine. Bucky began by grabbing your hips and pushing you so that you were bouncing on top of him, absorbing all of him as he stretched you out, hitting all the walls you needed him to strike, especially from his perspective.

Bucky brought his free hand down between your legs as he stated this, effortlessly finding your clit. He started rubbing in slow but rapid circles, his jaw clenching as he noticed how quickly you clenched around him.

His fingers on your clit sent shockwaves through your entire body. With the climax nearing, you let out a muffled whimper against his palm, your rhythm of riding him becoming sloppier.

He stared down at how beautiful you were, your ass bouncing against his legs, and he inadvertently squeezed the grasp on your face, making you gasp in delight. "I'd like for you to cum for me," Bucky asked, his fingers speeding up on your clit, in a trembling voice.

You didn't need to be reminded; you wouldn't have been able to hold it in for much longer regardless. You paid close attention to every aspect. The way he squeezed your face, the feel of his fingers on your clit.

Bucky's brows wrinkled, his lips pursed in concentration as he tried not to gasp out loud at the sensation. Your pulsating muscles were working his cock in the nicest way possible since you were so tight around him. He had no idea what was going on until it was too late. Bucky came inside of you, his free hand pushing your hips down on top of him, keeping you there as he stuffed you with himself. He bit down on your shoulder, muffling to himself.

"Fuck." He muttered, shifting his head away from your shoulder and tilting his head back. His moist chest heaved up and down frantically, attempting to catch his breath. When he took his hand away from your mouth, it instantly went to your waist, bringing you close to him.

You leaned against his chest, your hands on his wrapped-around-you arms. You wanted to stay like this forever.

It was already getting late, and you two needed to wake up early. Walking inside of the cabin, you and Bucky were carefully trying to make any noise. Luckily the room you both were staying in was on the first floor.

The instant that you and Bucky got into the room, you went straight to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day for the both of you.

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A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.  A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

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You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him. 

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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