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solitaryearthperson · 7 months

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A Misunderstanding

Summary: Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

"Where's (Y/N)," Bruce asked, his eyes not lifting up from the beaker in front of him as he continued to pour more chemicals in.

"They're getting us coffee. Be here any minute," Tony replied, sitting in a seat not far away from Bruce's table, but still on his side of the lab, casually picking up a vial to play with.

"They're our assistant, not servant," Bruce told him, lifting his gaze and instantly furrowing his brow at seeing the vial in Tony's hands. "Put that back, please."

"I'll put it back, when I have my coffee," Tony told him, to which Bruce rolled his eyes, expecting Tony to be his usual difficult self, even when it's early in the morning.

The sound of the lab doors opening made both geniuses turn to see you entering, holding in both hands, cups of coffee, each one specifically made for them both. "Brought the coffee you wanted."

As Tony quickly grabbed his coffee, offering a quick 'thank you' before putting the vial back in its place, Bruce watched you carefully. He had a suspicion about you from the moment you began working in the lab with them and he wanted to confirm it to Tony.

"Hey (Y/N)," he said, watching your face and examining your body language closely. The second your name came out of his mouth, your body slightly jumped. He darted his eyes over to Tony to see if he was watching, and was quickly satisfied to find that he was.

"Could you just sit mine down, please?" He pointed to a far spot on the table.

He noticed the big gulp you made before nodding your head and making your way to his table and sitting down the coffee cup.

He pretended to pay close attention to the beaker, but really he slightly moved his eyes to your hand as you sat the coffee down and noticed the third sign that his suspicions about you were correct. Even though you tried to hide it, he could clearly see your hand slightly trembling. The fourth sign was revealed to him at the same time as he noticed that the hair on your arm was raised, as if in alarm. Every single time, he thought.

"Hey (Y/N), could you go upstairs, and tell Cap to come down here," Tony asked you, opening a drawer in his desk. "I wanna test something on his shield."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark," You said, before leaving to do as directed, and Bruce couldn't help but notice the way you left was very quickly, almost as if you were hurrying out to get away from him.

When the sound of the lab doors closing behind you was heard that's when Bruce decided to speak up.

"You saw it, right," He asked Tony.

"Saw what?"

"Literally everything they just did," Bruce said, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table before walking over to Tony's side of the lab, and leaned against his desk. "The jumping, trembling, and even the way they hurried out of here just now."

"What does any of that mean, exactly?"

Sighing, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, already knowing this might be difficult to speak with him about. "They're scare of me."

Tony tried to prevent the grin that wanted to appear and kept his face neutral as he responded, "Scared of you?"

"Yes. I know it."

"And why would they be so scared of you? You haven't hulked out in a while. They've only seen you in your nerdy, scientist attire, not as a green monster. There's no reason to be scared."

"We know why they're scared. Doesn't matter if I've hulked out or not. I'm still dangerous."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tony sighed knowing that Bruce still wasn't sure of himself being on the team or being in such close proximity to any of them. "Banner, I'm gonna be as honest as I can with you," he said, stepping towards him, and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are literally the softest person ever."

"Tony," Bruce tried to interrupt him.

"You're basically a teddy bear with glasses. Nothing about you besides Hulk is dangerous, okay?"

Shaking his head, Bruce tried to ignore the growing frustration he was feeling. He didn't know why it bothered him so bad, but it did. Well, that was technically a lie. He knew why it bothered him, but he hoped that working with them for so long could have remedied that. He knows that he should be used to this by now, but knowing that you, of all people, was scared of him made him feel so much worse than any other person would. "I know what fear looks like, Tony, and it looked like they were scared."

"Please talk to them about it, before jumping to conclusions about this. Can you do that?" Tony had seen all the signs that Bruce had seen for a while and had come to understand what they really were, and hoped that Bruce would soon figure it out.

"Fine. I'll talk to them about it."

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

It was close to 1 in the morning, when Bruce looked away from the computer screen at the sound of the lab door opening, and when he turned to see who had entered, he found himself instantly become nervous seeing that it was you.

"Dr. Banner," You greeted him, smiling politely at him.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Stark told me to come down and check on you. Plus, he said that you wanted to talk to me about something important."

Of course, he did, Bruce thought, moving away from the computer and sitting down next to one of the lab tables. He couldn't help but notice you seemed to be staying far away from his side of the lab.

"Yeah, I did, (Y/N). It's important."

"Okay. What is it?"

"You do know that if you have any fears, any worries about working here, you can voice them, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do," you told him, nodding your head.

"So do you want to talk about you being scared of me?"

"What-What are you talking about?" You stammered, closing some of the distance between you two.

"(Y/N)," Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to look at you. "Ever since you've started here, you've been jumpy around me and keeping your distance from me. You always hesitate to come up to me, like you're scared I'm gonna hurt you."

A look of recognition and embarrassment came over your face and you opened your mouth to explain yourself to him, but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke again.

"I understand why you'd be feeling this way, but-"

"Dr. Banner, I'm so sorry. This is a big misunderstanding -"

"I promise you're not in any danger with me," he continued.

"I'm not scared of you, Dr. Banner-"

"I have control over the big guy. There won't be any incidents of him coming out-"

"Dr. Banner, I like you," you blurted out loudly, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence.

"What," he asked, a look of surprise and confusion upon his face.

Seeing how shocked he looked, you felt heat come to your face and quickly darted your eyes away from him. You never wanted to tell him like this, but to be really honest, you never wanted to tell him period.

"You-You like... me," he asked, shock and confusion still present on his face. "Why were you being so jumpy and-and weird around me then?"

"I didn't know I was being weird," you confessed, walking around the lab table and pulling a nearby chair to sit down next to him, ignoring the burning in your cheeks and your fast heartbeat. "I didn't know how to act around you, and not show my crush, so I thought I could keep my distance. Thought it would better hide it."

"Oh" was all he said, his face suddenly not revealing what he was feeling anymore.

"Um, if you don't want me to work here in the lab with you now, then I completely understand," you said to him, mistaking his silence as a silent rejection.

"Why would I want that?" He asked, confused. Now that you confessed how you felt about him, he thought that now is a great time to confess his feelings as well. "I like you too."

His confession shocked you and it took a second for you to reply.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, chuckling softly.

"Oh... Well, would you mind going on a date with me or are you uncomfortable with going with your assistant?" You asked, curious and wanting to make sure that he wouldn't feel too weird about it.

"That depends,...will you jump and keep your distance from me the whole time," he joked.

"No, I won't, Dr. Banner," you replied, laughing softly.

"Bruce," he corrected, smiling at you, making a fluttery feeling begin in your stomach. "Call me Bruce."

"Sure thing,... Bruce," you said, excited to finally go on a date with the man you've been secretly pining for forever. "Sure thing."

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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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She's just a fan

Summary: Frank doesn't like how much of a fan you are of Daredevil.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, jealous!Frank, possessive!Frank, mention of Daredevil, dirty talk, doggystyle)

"Quit it," Frank told you for the third time that night, taking a hold of the back of your shirt and pulling on it, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

"Frank," you whined, squeezing the bedsheets between your fingers and trying your hardest to not run from his dick again.

"Shut up," you heard him say before you felt the harsh slap he landed on your right ass cheek. "You like Red so much, say his fucking name."

"Please," you whimpered, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching. "I'm gonna cum again!"

"You gonna cum, huh? Whose dick you gonna cum on? Hmm?"

"Yours," you cried.

"Not Red's?"

"Yours, Frank, yours," you cried out before closing your eyes, letting out another cry as your orgasm soared through your body. The effects of your orgasm reached all the way from your core to your fingertips and your body began to slump forward onto the bed as Frank continued to fuck you through it.

"Fucking soaking me baby," Frank groaned, looking down at himself as he continued to go in and out of you. The feeling of your tight walls squeezing him made him slow his thrusts down, but he still held onto you, making sure you don't try to run from him again.

He was going to make sure you knew who you (and that pussy) belonged to and assure you that it was not and never will be Red or A.K.A. Daredevil.

Few hours before...

"Five gang members were delivered to the police station by none other than the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or as some folks know him as Daredevil," the news woman reported. "Like many other times, the masked vigilante was only seen for a brief second outside the station before people nearby claimed to..."

You were getting ready for work when you heard the news about another criminal being stopped by Daredevil. Frank was just getting up, about to make himself breakfast when he heard the TV and found you standing in front of it, already wearing your work clothes, looking at the amatuer photo of Daredevil displayed on the TV screen with the news woman continuing the story in the background.

"What's up," he asked walking up behind you and giving you a quick kiss on your cheek.

The feel of his lips made you turn and look away from the handsome man on the TV and to the handsome man that was in your home.

"Daredevil caught some gang members and dropped them off at the police station before disappearing," you told him, can't help turning back to the TV to see that his photo was still on the screen, only that it was now shrunk to fit in the corner of it.

Raising his eyebrow, Frank couldn't help but notice the excitement and admiration that was in your voice when you spoke about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The very few times his existence was brought up in the past during conversations, that excitement and admiration was always present then.

He's a hero, she's just a fan, Frank reasoned. That's all...Right?

He noticed the way you were still looking at the TV and felt a spark of jealousy begin in him. No way, he thought. Not fucking Red.

"You're really invested in him," he said, inspecting your body language.

"Yeah, I guess I got a thing for vigilantes," you told him, looking over at him teasingly.

The small grin Frank made was one that was forced as he felt that jealous spark quickly grow to a small flame. You would have noticed how forced the grin was if you weren't paying so much attention to the photo.

"Didn't you fight him before?"

Your question made him clench his jaw in restrained anger at the fact that you were so interested in him.

"Yeah, a while ago. We're on, uh...neutral terms now."

"Did you ever...," you turned your eyes away from the screen and continued getting ready, gathering what you need and placing them in your bag, while trying to ask Frank your question. " see his face?"

"His face?" He clenched his jaw harder and tried to control his voice to not show his annoyance.

"Yeah. Did you ever, like, get the mask off and see his face?"

Even without Karen telling him who he was, Frank had been figured out who the man was behind the mask but kept it to himself out of respect.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, going to the kitchen and fixing himself a cup of coffee.

"What'd he look like?"

The question he was dreading. He wanted you to so badly stop talking about Red, but he was scared that if he voiced it, you would quickly pick up on his jealousy.

"You a fan of his, baby?" He hoped you wouldn't notice him avoiding the question.

"A little. A while back, he once stopped some guys from robbing me."

He furrowed his brow, remembering that you had spoken of seeing him in action once, but never getting the chance to thank him for saving you.

"I guess since then I might have started having a crush on him and maybe become a huge fan."

Asshole. While Frank was thankful that he saved you, he was still pissed off that the altar boy had a place in your heart, even if that place was small compared to his. The fact that it existed pissed him the fuck off.

"Shit, I gotta go," you grabbed your keys and your jacket and quickly made your way over to Frank to give him a goodbye kiss. "Love you."

"Love you, too," he told you, forcing his smile. He watched as you hurried and left and he instantly dropped the smile from his face.

Just a fan. Not like she wants to fuck him or nothing. But she was looking at that fucking picture for a long time.

Frank was a person who, while he did sometimes feel self-conscious about certain things, never actually experienced being insecure. Especially like this. Especially not because of an asshole like Red.

All day it stayed on his mind. How much you wanted to know about Daredevil and how you were such a fan of him drove him crazy. The second you walked through the door from work, Frank was instantly on you, ripping off your (pants or skirt), and quickly fucked you against the closed door. When you finally came, he didn't give you time to ask about his horny-ness and picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where he threw you down on the bed, turned you on your hands and knees, and went back to fucking you.

Now...

"Whose is it," Frank pulling on your shirt harder. Once he felt that your orgasm was ending, he quickened his thrusts again, hitting your G-spot over and over again determined to have you cum again for him.

"Yours," you cried, your legs beginning to shake from the combined effort of holding your body up and the overwhelming pleasure Frank was giving you.

"This pussy belongs to me?" He kept hold of your shirt and grabbed your hip, pulling you against him more.

"Yes," you gasped, the constant fire inside you spread through your body without warning and suddenly your mind was hazed over and the pleasure was too good. So good that you could hardly speak.

"Good girl," he moaned, finally stopped thrusting, feeling your walls squeeze his dick, more of your juices covering him.

The haze over your mind lasted for what felt like minutes, but were really seconds. The fire in your body was still there, but lessened and feeling that Frank had stopped thrusting, you tried to gather the strength you had left in you and try to crawl forward, away from him, specifically his dick.

Taking deep breaths, Frank watched in amusement as you crawled or attempted to crawl away from him. He let you get a few inches away, and finally when he saw that you had gotten far enough that only his tip was in you, decided to reign you back in.

"Where you going," he asked, gently pulling on your shirt. You had forgotten that he was holding it. "Bring my pussy back."

"Please, Frankie," you whined, looking over your shoulder to him, trying to ease his tip out of you, but he wouldn't let you. "Why?"

"You talk bout Red like you want him," he growled out, slowly pushing the rest of his length back into you.

"Aaah!" You screamed, not wanting to, but feeling the fire begin back inside you. "I don't want him. I swear."

"Mmm," he hummed, pushing the rest of his self into you, his tip going straight for your G-spot, causing you to cry out as the fire grew more intense.

"I won't talk about him ever again," you gasped as Frank started back fucking you. Your arms couldn't hold yourself up anymore and you let yourself fall flat on the bed, your ass remaining in the air as Frank continued to fuck you. "I promise I won't bring him up again. Baby, I swear I won't."

"I know you won't," he murmured, feeling your tight, but slick walls squeezing him tighter and tighter with each thrust. "My good girl knows she's mine." His thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm and was now becoming rushed and you knew that he was close to cumming.

Just like him, you were close to cumming again and you let out little whimpers as he kept hitting your G-spot more and more.

"Where you want it, good girl," he asked, his hips slamming against your asscheeks over and over, making them sore.

It took you a second to answer as the fire inside you quickly became hotter and hotter. "Inside me. Please, Frank."

It only took one more thrust, his tip hitting your G-spot one last time, for you to cum for the last time, but when you did, it felt as if everything around you was suddenly gone and the air was knocked out of your lungs. Your pussy squeezed him so tight and you creamed around him so much that Frank couldn't control himself and he quickly stopped thrusting and came inside you, his thick, hot cum filling you up even more.

"Damn," he groaned, looking down at the amount of cream you left on him. My little creamer, he affectionately called you in his head.

Pulling himself out, he let out deep groan at the sight of some of his cum, slowly dripping out of you.

"(Y/N)," he turned you over and laid you on your side to see that you were trying to catch your breath and regain control of your limbs while your body was still reeling from your orgasm.

"I'll get you some water, okay," he told you, leaning down and gently laying a kiss upon your forehead. "After you're done drinking, I'll run you a bath." He pulled away, got off the bed, and left the room to go get your water and begin preparing your bathwater.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes from your deep sleep was the puppy dog eyes of your Frank. He was laying on his side, looking at you with a peaceful smile, but his eyes looked guilty.

"Hey," you leaned forward and gave him a kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. "Why you look like that?"

"Like what?"

"Guilty," you answered. You suddenly felt the need to pee and pulled the covers back, ready to sit up, but stopped. You frowned as you felt how sore your pussy was and your legs were also sore and heavy. "Shit."

"I might've been a little rough last night," he said, looking sheepish, but you could tell from the blush in his cheeks that he was also a little proud of himself. "Sorry bout that."

"S'fine."

He shook his head and furrowed his brows at you, his guilt now showing on his face. "I shouldn't have been jealous about Red like that. I know you'd never want that asshole."

"It's okay, Frank. I shouldn't be fangirling over him so much. I already have my hero right here."

Your words did exactly what you hoped they would and you smiled as Frank began to blush even harder.

"I already called your job and told them you weren't feeling good today. Whatever you need, let me know. I'll do it for you."

"Can you pick me up and take me to the bathroom, please?"

A proud smile spread across his face and he happily leaped out of bed and made his way over to your side. "Whatever you want, your highness."

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Your Highness // Shuri // 18+

Summary: You and Shuri can go at it whenever and wherever. She reminds you that being in public won’t stop her from making a mess of you.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Shameless Smut // Fluff // Shuri is a sneaky little shit // Fingering(Reader Receiving) // Public Orgasm

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: I’m done with my first ever Shuri one shot! I need a couple of gallons of water after writing this one. Shuri had me in a whole chokehold in my own fic. How sway?

You scrolled through all the document pages on your tablet as you made your way to Shuri's lab. She had been hiding away in there for the past 4 days so you decided to drag her out to clear her mind a little bit. The doors opened and you were greeted by Grio as you stalked closer to the princess. She was much taller than you but you made up for it with the puff that rests on top of your head. You sat down the tablet on a nearby table before bringing your hands to rest on her torso.

"Hey baby." You mumbled placing a kiss to her spine. You felt her shiver in your arms as she turned her head to look down at you.

"Hi my love. What are you doing here, I thought you had a conference to go to in the states." She questioned and you grinned while letting your hands roam. It's been a while since you had her in your arms, so you want to savor it.

"I do. But I fly in tonight. Was wondering if you'd like to tag along and go to dinner?" You suggested and she sighed.

"Baby you know I have so much to do around here." She said with a frown.

"Let Grio take over. You've been so busy and I miss having you so close to me." You muttered as another kiss landed on her shoulder.

"I don't know Y/N. I don't really have much time to relax nowadays." She said leaning into your soft kisses.

"Exactly my point. You need it." You pushed, running your hands down her thighs. She grabbed your wandering hand before turning to you with wide eyes.

"Okay, I'll go. Enough with your roaming hands woman." She chuckled as she finally took you in her arms and kissed your lips. You rested a hand on the back of her neck as the two of you refused to part before Okoye walked into the room.

"Am I interrupting something? I can come back at another time." She smirked as Shuri pulled away from you.

"No it's alright Okoye. I'll have her all to myself when we land tonight." You said before walking out of the lab.

"Okay princess. I see you." Okoye jokes, causing Shuri to roll her eyes.

"What, jealous?"

"Of course not. Just never expect to walk in on Wakanda's princess with her tongue down her girlfriend's throat." She retorted before handing Shuri the files she was instructed to.

While Shuri was finishing up in the lab you had packed a suitcase and drew yourself a bath to relax before the long trip. You let the warm water relax your muscles with a sigh as you thought about the conference taking place the next day. You heard the door open and lock before a quiet shuffling sound.

"Bathing without me I see." Shuri grinned and you turned in the tub to face her, resting your cheek on your arm to stare up at her. Her curls resting over her eyes as she took a seat on the toilet next to you.

"You were busy. Besides, I wanted to get some relaxation before the trip." You told her and she reached down to cup your cheek. Brushing her thumb across your skin before moving down to your lips. You paid no mind to her staring until you realized how lustful her gaze became. You silently watched her as she leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. She held your jaw as your hand grabbed hold of her legs.

"You know there's room for one more. This tub is big enough." You spoke against her lips and she stood to take off her jacket as you watched with anticipation running through your bones. Once she was completely bare she stepped in the tub before pulling you in her arms. Her lips found your once more and you quickly wrapped your arms around her shoulders. You could feel your arousal gather between your honey thighs as her hands roamed your body. Without breaking the kiss she maneuvered herself behind you and you subconsciously spread your legs, welcoming her in. You sometimes forget how easily she can make you come undone with just her kisses. One of her hands slid up before clamping down on your throat. You couldn't help the moan that left you as she gently squeezed while her other hand was preoccupied with your breast.

"Shuri-" You were cut off when she pinched your nipple, causing you to jolt while she brought her lips to your ear.

"We talked about this Y/N. What do you call me?" Her tone was firm and you shuddered against her.

"My apologies, your highness." You moaned out as she gave a sharp tug before leaving you.

"Good girl." With her praise you leaned your head back, giving her more access to you. Her hand left your nipple before submerging under the water moving to where you craved her the most. "So wet for me, yeah."

She was teasing you and you wiggled your hips starting to grow impatient. She grabbed hold of your thigh and gave a light squeeze as a warning for your whining. "Stop whining. You wanted me to relax. I'm doing just that." Her voice held so much passion while her fingers ran over your slippery folds. Slowly. The way she stroked you had your nerves on fire. Every now and then her thumb would graze the throbbing bundle of nerves begged to be touched.

"Please princess, enough with the games." You groaned out, your body eagerly awaited her next move.

"As you wish, my love." She mused in your ear as she finally buried a finger inside of you. Your back arched at the intrusion but you welcomed it. The way her touch sent your nerves on fire. You humped into her hand, chasing your release as she mumbled praise after praise.

"Look at you. You're doing so good for me." She wasted no time slipping a second finger into you and your eyes fluttered closed. Your legs trembled at the sensation as you felt her fingers curl to rub a specific spot inside you.

"Fuck." You cursed before you turned your head to find her lips.

"You're so close now. My pretty girl wants to cum on my fingers does she?" She taunted, her breath fanning against your lips. Her fingers sped up as she swallowed all your whining moans signaling you're nearing your release. Your pussy clamped down on her fingers as you came all over her hand. She chuckled in your ear before pulling out her digits bringing them in front of your face.

"We're in a bath and yet you can still see the mess you made." She said as you took that time to catch your breath. She brushed her hand over your folds and you twitched slightly. Your pussy sensitive from the finger fucking you just got from your lover. "Let's get you cleaned up shall we." Shuri took the time to bathe you as you were slowly coming down from your post orgasm bliss. After the two of you got out of the tub, you spent the next few hours getting everything you needed for this trip. Any notes, files and documents. You had your hair braided before finishing up your packing to give it a fresh look. You went through your mental list making sure you had everything you needed for your trip while Shuri gave instructions to Grio.

"Okay I think that's everything. We're both all packed." You said zipping up your suitcase.

"Not quite. You're forgetting something." She said as she went to the dresser where she pulled out a box with a bow. "I got these for you. For our date." She handed you the box which you quickly made away with the bow. You opened the box with wide eyes and a soft gasp left you.

"Shuri!" You said in a hushed shout. "You dirty girl." You eyed the lace 2 piece lingerie with gold accents littered over the pieces. You held up the underwear to inspect it and ran your fingers across the lace.

"Thought you would look amazing in it." She told you and you bit your lip.

"I see. Guess I was forgetting something then." You grinned as you packed the lewd clothes in your bag.

"Now we're ready." She smiled as you grabbed your bag. You put on a tshirt and jeans while the princess rocked a purple track suit. You know you're on a tight schedule. But damn she looks good. She caught your stare before grabbing your chin.

"Like what you see Y/N?" She questioned and you swallowed some spit before fixing her collar.

"What I can't admire what's mine?" You asked and she pecked your lips.

Okoye and Ramonda greeted the two of you at the aircraft.

"Now I want you to be careful. Remember this is a business trip. No funny business." The queen said with a knowing stare as she eyed her daughter, who had a smile on her face.

"Of course, queen mother. I will make sure the princess doesn't go astray." you said and she snapped her head in your direction.

"It isn't me she should be worried about." She said and you rolled your eyes.

"Princess. Y/N. You two are to keep your kimoyo beads with you at all times. If anything happens or goes wrong you are to return to Wakanda with haste." You nodded and Shuri rolled her eyes. "Or Okoye will retrieve the two of you."

"Of course mother. Now we have to go now." Shuri rushed as she grabbed your hand, dragging you to the ship. As soon as the two got through the river border the ship flew on autopilot and the two of you took the chance to get some sleep. You pulled out the makeshift bed and Shuri looked at you with an arched eyebrow.

"Don't get any ideas. It's for us to sleep until we reach our destination." You told her and she let out a loud laugh. You gave her warning eyes as you put your hair up.

"Fine. I'll allow it." She said taking off her jacket and tossing it on the bench. The two of you got comfortable and you snuggled under her arm whispering sweet nothings to each other until the two of you dozed off.

Shuri was the first to wake up and saw that your destination wasn't too far out. She turned to you sound asleep resting on her chest. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead where your baby hairs are greased down. After a few moments of silence she woke you from your slumber and you prepared to land. Soon after you made it to the hotel you were staying at. 5 star hotel, funded by Nick Fury himself. Fury being the reason you're here.

"Fury sure does know how to extend an invitation." Shuri said as she scanned the lobby. You checked in under your alias and took the princess to your room. When you arrived you opened the door to the king suite. Shuri took one of her kimoyo beads and attached it to the wall.

"Grio?" She called out holding your arm to keep you from completely entering the room. You admired how protective she was over you.

"No malicious threats detected princess." The AI spoke and you raised an eyebrow at her.

"Have to be sure." She shrugged as you put your bag next to the bed. "Besides I could think of a million ways to make this room more safe than it is."

"Hey! No lab talk. We're here to relax." You said with a frown and she held up her hands.

"Okay. No lab talk. Only relax." She repeated and you shook your head.

"8:37. We made the perfect time for that date." You smiled and she nodded as she walked up to you grabbing your waist.

"There's a restaurant not too far from here. I've already made reservations." She told you and you frowned.

"What? I travel a lot. Always one step ahead of you love." She grinned as you playfully scoffed.

"Alright then, we should be getting dressed then." You said kissing her cheek. "Shall I wear the gift you gave me?"

"Of course. Even though it'll just be on the floor afterwards." She smirked and you felt your face heating up. You went to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. The bra held your breasts so securely and even gave them a little lift. The panties were nothing short of innocent. Covered everything except maybe a little bit of the curve of your ass.

"Cheeky princess." You muttered as you slipped the black dress over your curves, thick fabric covering the provocative pieces you had underneath. Once you were done with your makeup, you stepped out of the bathroom before coming to a stop. Shuri stood before you in a black blazer with black dress pants.

"Damn. Looking good." You said as your mouth went dry and she grinned before putting the kimoyo bracelet on her wrist.

"I can say the same for you." She said, eyes racking up and down your figure. You grabbed your clutch before reaching for her hand.

"Come, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I believe we have a reservation." You smiled at her as the two of you left the hotel room. The restaurant wasn't far from the hotel so it didn't take too long to get there. When you arrived you looked around in awe at the decor and sheer environment of the space. Once you were seated you held up the menu looking over the variety of choices. You felt a heated gaze burning through your head and you looked up to meet the brown orbs of the princess.

"Can I help you Shuri?" You asked and she seemed a bit too quiet. You noticed her toying with her kimoyo beads and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came as you felt a warm sensation run through your body. Assuming it was the warmth from the restaurant, you paid it no mind.

"Have you decided on what to eat yet?" Shuri asked you as she looked over her own menu. You shook your head as the sensation persisted when the waitress appeared.

"Good evening ladies. What will you have to drink tonight?" She asked, looking between the two of you and Shuri spoke up.

"A bottle of your finest red wine please." She smiled and the waitress wrote it down before walking off to the bar.

"Are you alright my love?" She asked you, toying with her kimoyo beads again and you nodded ignoring the dull sensation. It was only then the sensation became more noticeable. Your body started to grow a little warm and you crossed your legs. Then it hit you. The sensation was vibrations coming from between your legs. Although there's nothing under this dress but-

"You did not." You said as light panic crossed your features. She shrugged her shoulders feigning confusion as the waitress returned with a fancy bottle of red wine.

"Here you are ladies. Now what can we get started for you this evening?" She asked opening the wine and Shuri's eyes flickered to you with fire behind them.

"Can I have the bourbon glazed salmon?" She asked and the waitress turned to me waiting for my order after filling our glasses to the middle. Shuri had the chance to flick her kimoyo bracelet a third time and I had to uncross my legs to keep the panties from pushing against my clit.

"Can I just have the same please?" You asked and she smiled before walking away and you finally looked Shuri in the eyes.

"Are you serious right now?" You asked in a hushed tone trying to cover the moan that nearly slipped out and she smirked.

"Whatever do you mean Y/N? We're just sitting here having a nice dinner." She stated and you closed your mouth as the vibration went up a notch. You wanted nothing more than to swirl your hips into the vibration but you had to fight that temptation. If you were behind closed doors, you would indulge in her little game and give her a show. But you're not only in the public eye, but in a crowded space. You'd die of embarrassment if someone saw you cum in a restaurant booth.

"Shuri-" Her eyes found yours and you could see the silent warning blazing behind them and you cleared your throat. "Your highness. Please don't make me cum here."

"But you look so pretty like this. Squirming around being a needy little slut." She gave you a dark chuckle as the waitress walked up with your plates. Something about the way she said it, made you even more wet than you already were. You lowered your head so your braids would fall and cover your face to protect the little dignity you had left. "You ladies, enjoy! Anything else I can get for you?"

"No thank you. This will be all for now." Shuri spoke calmly as if she wasn't on the verge of making you cum in your seat. The waitress looked over at you and you gave the best smile you could muster up and she fell for it before walking over to another table.

"Please stop." You moaned softly as you covered your face when your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Why when you seem to be enjoying this more than I am?" She questioned as she began to cut into her salmon. You couldn't call her bluff, because it was obvious you were enjoying yourself. But you wouldn't admit that to her. It'll only stroke her ego. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your release neared. You shifted your hips slightly and wanted to just get it over with. "If you want to cum so badly just let go. No one is stopping you." She touched her kimoyo beads one last time and you swear you could see stars.

"I want to see my pretty girl cum. Go ahead." Her full attention was on you now and that was enough for the coil to snap. You groaned softly into your hand as you cum in your panties. Legs squeezing together as if to soften the blow. Luckily no one turned to look at you as you rode out your organsm. She held the most satisfying grin on her face when she reached down to turn the vibration off. Your body went slack as she continued to eat her food. You caught your breath before sitting up straight to brush your sweaty palms on your dress. You grabbed your cup and downed your wine in a couple of sips. Your eyes found hers and she still held a burning fire behind them. Letting you know that your night was far from over. You finally began to eat without another word and the waitress found your table when you completed your meal. Shuri paid the check and you grabbed the bottle of wine off the table as the two of you left the restaurant. You could still feel your arousal between your thighs the entire ride back to the hotel.

"What, are you mad at me now?" She asked in an amused tone and you scoffed.

"That was the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. What if someone saw me?"

"No one saw you, baby. I promise you." She laughed and you crossed your arms. "Okay I'll make it up to you when we get back to the room. I'll make you feel so much better for doing so good for me." She squeezed your thigh and you couldn't help but bite your lip.

"After that stunt you better." You mumbled and she brought you hand to her lips.

"I will. I can promise you that."

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bvbygrl-writes · 4 months

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What Do I Know?

Pairing: Rich!Dilf!Sam Wilson x Black!College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Your best friend ain’t tell ya her dad was a daddy.

A/N: This is a repost from my old blog since I haven't been able to write anything with how exhausting work is jtgktr enjoy! ♥

Warnings: Age gap, fingering, pussy eating, overstim, fucking

THIS FIC IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE. I CHECK EVERY ACCOUNT DO NOT PLAY WITH ME.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come home with you? This isn’t some small break like spring or that lil rinky dink one they give us in February.” (Y/n) asked, zipping the sides of her suitcase together. The long awaited summer break had come and after tiring, long hours of college classes all (Y/N) and Miyaki wanted to do was head home.

Well that was the original plot however it had clearly been lost. One phone call home and all of a sudden her mom and dad had magically ‘forgot’ to inform her that they had planned a trip for the two of them and the addition of her other three siblings (who somehow had been informed and never got left out..) to Europe. Although the girl was originally mad - rightfully so- she got over it really fast. So much so that she didn’t even bother letting her mom finish her little half assed excuse of how she thought she had texted her with the info and what not. This was her summer too and she was not going to start it off being upset over family drama.

However she still did feel bad about joining Miyaki on her trip home. The two girls had become fast friends during their few years at college and as the tall woman had said “We’ve been friends for years and ain’t been to each other’s houses once. You don’t think that’s a lil weird?” and she had to agree but it was one thing to spend the night at a friend’s house but to spend an entire summer? That was practically unheard of from where she came from! Nobody had that kind of money and food to be feeding an extra mouth for an entire three months.

“Yes girl, relax! I asked my dad today if it was chill for you to come and he agreed! Quit worrying and grab yo shit, the car is waiting out front.” The green eyed girl said, tossing her faux locs over her shoulders. Before (Y/n) could get in another worry or complaint she walked out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her.

“That girl has some serious attitude problems, I’ll tell ya that…” the girl muttered to herself, rolling her suitcase in tow. She eyed the dorm one last time, smiling at the nice memories they had made this year before exiting, leaving the key under the mat for the next students that’d come to stay.

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The first sign that Miyaki came from a different living situation from her was the shiny black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the housing part of campus. There was an older gentleman in a chauffeur outfit who put their bags in the car. She’d given her friend a look who gave her a confused one back before hopping in the car with her. Was this really not out of the ordinary for her? If this was just her car what would her house look like?

(Y/n) let out an audible gasp as the big black gates opened.

“You live in a gated community?!” she exclaimed, turning to her roommate. Miyaki’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Gated community? Sis….this is my house!” she let out a laugh as the (h/c) haired girl remained silent, looking at the large house in awe. How many people lived with Miyaki? To say she was stunned was an understatement. Miyaki was the most down to earth person she had met since going to college at Stonebrook. As the name suggested, it was a really prestigious and fancy school, tons of stuck up brats on daddy and mommy’s pay going to the school. (Y/n) had always been isolated by her peers since she was attending on a scholarship. They found it pathetic and pitied her which she despised. Why should she be looked down on for actually working to get into school?

Miyaki had never felt that way though. She treated (Y/n) as she treated everyone else…if not a little better (the girl had quite a mean streak) and was very quiet about her home life. But now as they walked up the quartz stairs and through the big marble columns, she could understand why.

“Dad, we’re home! Come meet my friend!” the girl’s voice echoed across the entire house causing her to snicker. ‘Does she ever use an inside voice?’

“I’ll be down in a sec, sweetheart!” a deep baritone voice called out. (Y/n) felt her heart race at the sound. The man’s voice went through her ears like silk. It was smooth but had a bit of a dark tinge to it, like a hint of cream in black coffee. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her socials as she awaited the man’s presence. After what felt like forever a pair of footsteps came in their direction before parking in front of them. The woman almost dropped her phone at the sight in front of her.

In front of her was the finest man she had ever seen. Brown skin that had that healthy glow, prominent cheekbones, and a bit of facial hair around the mouth region. He was only in jeans and a t- shirt but the way it fit him? The shirt clung to his torso perfectly, the muscles of his upper arms constricted by the cuffs, toned chest. This was her father? She could’ve never guessed by how fit he was! Thighs so thick that she had to stop herself from letting her thoughts drift (more so than they already were..). But when he smiled? Her legs turned to jello. His smile was bright and blinding and he had the most charming gap. It seemed as time had slown down when she was looking at him and from the looks of it he wasn’t disappointed at what he was seeing either. She didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her midriff for just a little too long or the slight whistle he let out before covering it up with a cough.

“I’m Sam Wilson, Miyaki’s father. You must be (Y/n).” he said, holding a hand out for her to take. She gladly accepted it, shaking it with one hand as she placed the other one on top of both of them in a gentle way. The girl smiled back at him offering him a nod.

“Indeed I am! It’s so Nice to meet you Mr.Wilson and can I just say how thankful I am for you and Mrs.Wilson allowing me to stay with you guys for the summer. Especially with Miyaki’s short notice and all.” out of the corner of her eye she could see Miyaki roll her eyes at her sudden over-politeness towards her father and the way she had completely thrown her under the bus. Her attention was brought fully back to the man in question as he tightened his grip around her hand some.

“Mrs.Wilson? I’m not surprised Miyaki didn’t give you the details. It’ll only be the three of us here for the summer so in other words, there is no Mrs.Wilson.” he looked to the side a bit before turning back to face her, a smirk present on his face. “Also you don’t gotta be so formal, just Sam will do.” Miyaki cleared her throat impatiently causing the two to look to the side before laughing together. “Well it looks like Yaki is getting impatient so if you girls need anything, I’ll be around. Dinner is at 6.” the older man gave her a once over before walking off to what she could only assume was the kitchen.

“Girlll and you been hiding him from me because??” (Y/n) asked, rubbing her hands together. Miyaki smacked her lips together, dragging the girl towards her room.

“You betta stop playing with me.” when her friend stayed quiet, the girl gasped, turning her head. “Wait you’re joking…you tryna get my dad to hit?! Oof.” she grunted as one of her pillows hit the back of her head. Turning she saw her friend on her bed, glaring at her.

“Don’t say it like that! All I said was he’s fine nothing more nothing less. That can’t be your first time hearing that, one of your other friends has had to say something.” She felt the girl thud down beside her on the bed. She hummed for a bit before flipping over to face her friend.

“I mean I can’t say I’m surprised really. You love you an older man. Remember when you switched to that one baking course just so you could flirt and make googly eyes with Mr.Garcia?”

“That’s not why I switched! I was simply interested in getting to know his favorite dessert!” (Y/n) exclaimed, turning her head the opposite way. “In hopes that maybe I could become his favorite dessert.”

“Whateva. Anyways, you wanna watch a movie till dinner?”

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Dinner had been amazing. Sam went all out, pulled out the grill, made dessert, it was all so lavish and delicious! He even had lobster which (Y/n) made sure to take full advantage of. He had said help yourself and who was she to go against his wishes in his home?

It was now around three in the morning as she stumbled around the house curiously. She and Miyaki had gone to bed early, absolutely exhausted from the long car ride over and while it was easy for her friend to stay asleep when turning in early, she found it hard to. No matter what if she went to bed before twelve she’d always end up waking up during some odd hour of the night.

A sound came from down the hallway catching her attention. It was a repeated thudding and while usually she wouldn’t go chasing after mysterious noises, she knew it couldn’t be anything too bad. Sam had the security on this house underlock and she had seen how beefy his security guards were.

Once she reached the end she turned the knob from the room in which the sound was coming from. Gasping quietly, she opened the door a little wider trying to be as quiet as she could. The sight in front of her was absolutely heavenly. There was Sam, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of grey joggers beating the hell out of a punching bag. His jabs were sharp and powerful causing the chains to rattle with each blow to the sack. Goosebumps formed all over her skin at the sight of his power. If he could do that to a punching bag, what could he do with her?

All the what ifs invaded her mind causing her to rub her thighs together hungrily in thought. She hadn’t even noticed that Sam had moved until the door she was standing in closed, leaving the two of them in the room together. He offered her a smile, a yawn interrupting his incoming words. His arms flexed above his head giving her an even better view of his muscles. It was an even grander sight than she had imagined when she saw him clothed earlier.

“Can’t sleep?” she shook her head at his question, sitting on the bench in front of him. “ ‘S alright. Why don’t you help me train then? Try to get me to the ground. Come on, don’t be shy, didn’t seem like you were earlier.”

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As expected, (Y/n) couldn’t get him to the ground at all! Time and time again he had managed to get her down but she couldn’t complain too much. Being this close to a hot and sweaty man? Having him touch and feel all over her body? She could get used to this.

“You know, for an old man you’re pretty strong!” (Y/n) was out of breath, sweat dripping down her chest. Letting out a deep breath she held a hand out for Sam to shake. He eyed it before taking it causing her to give him a devilish grin. Within a few seconds she had dragged him close, sweeping a foot under his leg. He fell like she intended but what she hadn’t done was calculating him keeping a hold on her wrist. The two both fell with a thud, Sam hitting the mat while the not so sneaky woman fell on top of him. She pushed herself up, hands flush against his chest as she straddled him, looking down at him. Her eyes widened at the feeling of two large hands gripping her ass, eyes trailing up to his.

“Didn’t you say you were having trouble sleeping? I think I got something that can put you right to sleep.” was this really happening? Was she hearing him correctly? That thought didn’t last long at the feeling of his dick poking at her through the fabric of his sweats. His dark eyes were practically black from how blown out his pupils were. Leaning forward, their lips connected.

The kiss was slow and sensual like the vibes he gave off. His lips were soft, the taste of coffee mixed with his natural taste. As the kiss grew more heated, Sam flipped them over, laying the girl gently on the mat. He continued with a trail of kisses, from her neck, collarbone, his fingers massaging the flesh of her hips. His lips gave extra love to her chest, licking and sucking upon the brown sensitive buds.

His open mouth trail of kisses slowly became sucking the further and further he got towards the center of her legs.

“C-careful. Don’t leave- don’t leave marks our else Miyaki might see.” she warned, causing him to pause momentarily. Lifting his head he chuckled some, brushing his thumb against the sensitive area of skin near her upper thigh. Whether or not it’d be visible in summer attire was something she wouldn’t know until she got dressed the next day. Massaging her legs, he leaned up near her face, softly caressing her cheek.

“You’re a smart girl, (Y/n). I’m sure you can figure it out.” she huffed but remained quiet, a pout prominent on her face. A large hand came to rest around her throat, squeezing lightly. “ I’d advise you to lose the attitude if you wanna go to bed satisfied.” She shuddered at his words but remained quiet, anxiously awaiting what he’d do next.

From the looks of it, he wasn’t sure where he was going to take it next. He was eager, lust clouding his brain and thoughts. Sam was now acting on primal instincts alone. He reached for her sleep shorts, peeling them off before tossing them to the side. Keeping the eye contact they had, he guided two of his fingers into the mess that was her cunt. Despite barely touching her, her pussy was beyond creamy, juices dripping out the further he stuck his fingers in. Long, thick digits made their way into her with ease.

He made sure their eyes were connected, his stern eyes in a narrow assertion of dominance while her own (e/c) ones were glossed over as she fought to keep them open and focused on him. It was an agreement that didn’t need to be spoken: her eyes were to be on him at all times. Every so often her eyes would jitter close as his fingers nudged against her spot but still she persisted, wanting to be good for him, to prove herself.

Sam removed his fingers, guiding them up to the girl’s lips. Her eyes widened, gagging around the digits as waiting tears finally fell. Once he was satisfied he removed them, positioning himself between her legs. Using his thumbs he spread apart her pussy lips, salivating. Her cunt was so plush, clit engorged and pulsating, just aching to be touched.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on it as he swirled his tongue. The girl reached instantly, hands clinging to his head the best that she could as her hips arched forward. This is something Sam usually wouldn’t fly with but he’d allow it this once. An airy moan fell from her lips as she continued to buck against his face, pelvis jerking rapidly at the feeling of his fingers lightly teasing her around her hole.

(Y/n) felt her entire body buzzing with pleasure. Her hands searched for anything to cling onto as her orgasm approached her, making its way to her faster and faster. An overstimulated whimper left her lips followed by her slick coating the older man’s face and mouth which he gladly accepted, the most sinful of noises leaving him as he cleaned her up. Her clench eyes relaxed as her body fell limp to the mat, chest heaving in heavy breaths.

“You tapping out already, princess?” she lifted her head from the ground, propping herself up onto her elbows as she gave him a glare. Kicking him onto his back, she climbed into his lap, aligning the tip of his cock with her entrance, bits of his precum mixing with the reminisce of her arousal.

“Not even close old man.” they both shared a loud groan as she sunk down onto him in one swift movement. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tried to gain a hold on him, wanting to get the upper hand. However Sam was just so…large. His girth stretched her out greatly, the head of his cock just barely kissing her cervix causing her to let out a pathetic whimper. Sam chuckled some, wrapping his hands around her waist, guiding her own to rest around his shoulders.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. You gotta relax though or it’s gonna be a toughy for both of us.” she nodded lazily at his words, tightening her grip on his shoulders, head under his chin. He rubbed at her back gently, feeling as her muscle began to untense around him. “Better?”

“Y-yes just move. Wanna feel you.” he placed a kiss to the top of her head before beginning to thrust, letting out a small ‘fuck’ under his breath. Despite her being fully relaxed and prepped, she was still so tight around him. After a bit of trial and error, he had finally managed to find a good rhythm but even with as patient as he was he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Locking his arms around the base of her spine, he gripped her in his arms, trading out his slow and deep thrust for a series of fast and shallow ones. The sounds she was making for him only egged him on as she babbled and drooled on about how she couldn’t take it, how good it felt.

“O-oh god! ‘M not gonna la-last any longer! Wanna cum with you! Wanna- can we, pl-please!” she cried out, tears mixing with the mess of drool on her face.

“Yeah? Let’s cum together then.” he agreed, not having much left in him himself. With a few final powerful thrust, Sam came deep inside of her, (Y/n) following right along with him. The girl fell forward into his chest, the both of them panting, holding each other covered in sweat. She let out a soft chuckle, looking up at the man who was already staring down at her.

(Y/n) had originally thought it was gonna be a long summer, but this was way different from what she had in mind. She was fucked.

Metaphorically and Physically.

#x black reader #x black fem reader #x black plus size reader #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #captain america x reader #falcon x reader #poc!reader #poc reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #marvel imagine #marvel smut

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venussaidso · 1 year

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Namor x Shuri haters are annoying me. Like shut your ass up, no one cares about the rationality of shipping something that ain't even canon in the film. THE WHOLE POINT OF SHIPPING IS IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

#namor x shuri #marvel #mcu #black panther #wakanda forever #let black women have fun lmfaoo #like 💀#mind your business then if you dont like #imagine being a crusty ass hater over a het poc ship LET US HAVE OUR STUFF #LET US HAVE OUR TOXIC SHIP TOO!! 🤬#shuri x namor

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴“

Inspo: Shawn Mendes - Piece Of You

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Jennifer didn’t like it when people look at you for too long.

Warnings: Smut with absolutely no plot. Brat taming and strap-on

Words 1142

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Jennifer had a feeling bringing you to this work party had been a mistake. It wasn’t your fault, of course, it was just how she got when it came to, well, you.

You were a beautiful young reporter that worked, sadly, at the Daily Bugel. Unlike Jonah, you tried your best to keep things as factual and real as possible. So, with Spider-Man, you actively wrote pieces that defended the masked vigilante, unlike your boss. You were a woman that knew what you wanted and that may have been the reason why Jennifer had been mesmerized by you.

So, the second you walked into the room, everyone’s eyes were on you. Not only just because you were a rather famous official in New York, but because the red dress you wore hugged your figure beautifully. Insinuating each curve that Jennifer wanted to grab at and squeeze.

But Jennifer had to endure the men who placed their hands on your waist in greetings. Feeling her anger grow more and more everyone touched you. They knew you belonged to her, but they sadly had gone dumb the moment your beautiful and alluring figure appeared in their gaze. It’s like your mere presence was enough to control the minds of everyone in the general radius.

And Jennifer hated the way she got when it came to her obsessive nature over you. She was shamelessly addicted to you and knew she was the lucky one that got you. But what didn’t help was your encouragement for it because it simply turned you on. Sure, seeing you grinning in glee when she picked you up, anger flowing through her bones as she could think of all the possessive things she was going to do to you later, turned her on as well.

But this, this just hurt. She had fallen into your grasp years ago and it felt like you were pulling her in tighter and tighter until she was on her knees for you. Which was how it usually got when she was jealous that your attention was solely on her.

It seemed you knew this because when your eyes caught hers, you smirked and continued your conversation with one of the other journalists there. Jennifer had to let out controlled breathing, not wanting to ruin her dress by Hulking out. What she could focus on was what she had planned for you when the both of you got back to your guys’ apartment.

“Jenn- Wait! I-It’s too much!” You cried nail’s diggings into the top of the lawyer’s hands that held your waist. Your body was held up to meet the giant strap that ripped you apart from the stretch and length that the woman had forced inside of you.

Her thrusts were unrelenting as she growled in annoyance from your complaining. “You’ve been a brat, sweety. Only right I put you in your place. Now, be quiet and take my cock.”

She used your body as a toy, viewed to be her own amusement and pleasure. Something to release her anger out on as she fucked you. The harder she went, the harder it got for you to breathe or think. And the harder you cried, the more forceful Jennifer was with you.

Her hulking figure standing over you, muscles clenched as her tied-up hair swayed with each pound. Sweat glistened off her abs from the amount of anger and frustration she had been putting into disciplining you. Baby hairs sticking to her forehead as she sighed softly, head tilting at the sight of your curved back, ass up in the air. The tips of her fingers were able to feel the bulge of her strap on your stomach. A beautiful feeling knowing that she was teaching you the lesson you deserved.

Slamming her hips flush with yours, Jennifer carefully carried you over to the bed. Falling forward with her body keeping you pressed to the bed as her hips began to thrust erratically into you. A moan fell from your lips as she grunted with each movement.

“Such a beautiful toy for me to play with,” she growled into your ear. “Maybe we should do this more often, baby.”

“I-I’m sorry!” You cried. “I fucked up. Just, p-please go slower.”

Your pathetic pleads fell on deaf ears as Jennifer sits up, placing one of her hands between your shoulder blades to keep you down. Her other hand grabbed at your ass, squeezing softly at the plump flesh. Biting her bottom lip as she tilted her head, examining the way it reverberated with the ruthless pound of her hips.

As always, she was mesmerized by your body.

Slowing her thrusts, she heard you gasp for air. Giving you the bliss of fake cock sliding deep inside of you. Walls unresponsive to squeezing around you just from the abuse she had caused. But the feeling of being filled to the brim was mindblowing to you. Your eyes roll back with a moan slipping past the small crack of your lips.

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” Jennifer’s deep voice tickled the shell of your ear as you moaned from the perfect roll of her hips. Hitting the sensitive spot in you, but something was missing.

“You, Jenn- Fuck! I’ll only ever belong to you, babe.” Hearing that was enough for Jennifer to hook her hand around your waist and rub at your clit. The pure electrifying feeling it sent through your body put you in a mindless state. That and her thrusts that sped up just enough to a pleasurable rate, you were done for.

And Jennifer enjoyed the sight of your body writhing beneath her. Choked moans fell from your lips as you took the large green cock with ease. “Yes!” You cried, climax slamming against you in waves your body twitched as you swallowed each inch of Jennifer’s cock. You soaked up each gentle rub of her calloused fingers to your clit. It was blissful until one of your hands was reaching back and pushing against her pelvis.

Getting the hint, Jennifer began to pull out. Hearing you whine and whimper at the loss of fulfilment as the large cock finally was pulled from your destroyed pussy. She took the strap off and carefully lifted your tired body up and laid you on the bed. Tucking you in and sliding in next to you.

Her arms wrapped protectively around you with her face stuffed in your messy hair. “Are you gonna behave from now on?” She inquired softly.

A shaky laugh fell from your lips as your hand cupped her sex. Sliding your fingers through her drenched folds and bringing the digits to your lips. Jennifer watched as you sucked on them eagerly and hummed before pulling them out with a pop.

“As long as I get to have my dinner, baby.”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Hey lovey ! I hope you’re well 🥰

So , I’ve had this thought for a while now . Fake dating to lovers with mafia!Bucky . Bucky needs a date to an event so a mutual friend of yours asks you to accompany him . You’re shy and smiley compared to his big , grumpy personality. In the beginning of the night Bucky is cold , not even looking at you in the car ride while you try to make small talk and he gives you one word answers. You’re hurt but still try and make it look like you’re his girlfriend . As the night goes by , Bucky truly sees you . Your bright smile and sincere eyes , how genuinely sweet and kind you are . He slowly starts falling for you . So he starts making small moves . Putting his hand behind your chair and stroking your shoulder startling you . Putting his hand behind your neck while he’s talking with someone , making you look up at him with doe eyes , which makes him give you a small grin and kiss your forehead while gently massaging your nape . Pushing hair out of your face while you talk , making you stop mid sentence and shrugging his jacket to drape it over your shoulders when he sees you shiver.

Cold Shoulder || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, almost handjob in a public place, vaginal fingering. WC: 2650

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When Steve asked you for help you weren’t quite sure what you expected, it could have been anything from moving house to finding out what flowers to get a girl he fancied. That would have been easier than going on a fake date with one of his other friends ‘Bucky’. If the man was as great as Steve said he was, surely he could have found his own girlfriend instead of having to ask you.

You had already agreed to help before you knew the details, so there you were dressed to the nines for a fancy party in a country club you couldn’t even pronounce. You had been told 8pm on the dot and as the clock in your hallway began to ring its hourly toll a knock sounded at your front door. Steve had described Bucky as tall, dark haired and handsome but the man in front of you was the complete opposite.

“Can I help you?” You asked after the initial shock wore off.

“I’m here to collect a Miss Y/N, for Mr Barnes.” He said politely, almost bowing.

“Oh, where is Mr Barnes?” You frowned as you looked at the blacked out limo parked along the curb. “Too good to get out of the car?”

“Mr Barnes is a busy man.” The driver said diplomatically. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m sure.” You said with a tight lipped smile and grabbed your clutch before locking the door.

The driver walked ahead of you, opening the limo door and waiting for you to slide into the seat before closing it and speed walking all the way to the front. The man sitting perpendicular to you was definitely Bucky, an air of egotistical authority that might as well have had a neon sign spelling it out. You waited a moment, expecting him to look up and greet you but he continued to type away on his phone as if he couldn’t see you at all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You broke the silence, his ice blue eyes peeling away from the device long enough to appreciate the long slit up your freshly shaven legs before flicking back to the phone.

“You too.”

You rode in silence as the city apartments gave way to brownstones then eventually gated mansions. The perfectly manicured grass of the country club came into view under hundreds of strung lights and you looked ahead at the long winding driveway that separated the golf course from the club. Bucky’s fingers finally stopped typing and you watched the way he twirled his signet ring around his finger and you assumed it was a nervous habit but it looked far too sexy on him.

“Is there anything I should know before we get out there?” You asked as the car stopped under the porte-cochere, the valet already making his way to open the door.

“No.” His answer was clipped yet again as he pocketed his phone and moved to the seat next to you. “Just don’t embarrass me.”

If it wasn’t for Steve being such a good friend to you almost all your life you would have just stayed in the car and asked the driver to take you home, instead you just smiled as the door opened and accepted the gloved hand of the valet. You could feel Bucky’s stare on your ass as you stepped out of the limo, the flash of cameras nearly blinding you in addition to surprising you.

Bucky stepped out as gracefully as you would expect of a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, it was almost hard to peg him as the leader of crime syndicate when he looked like every other old money upper class man. His arm curled around your waist as he smiled for the photographers, your own smile shining bright before he led you through the entrance, dropping his arm in an instant. The cool exterior fell back into place and you turned your focus to the opulent decorations that adorned the grand hall.

Everything was over the top, from the ice sculptures of the New York skyline to the seven foot high champagne fountain that only a few of the taller men, including Bucky, could even reach without causing a catastrophe. You looked longingly at the bar but you stuck by Bucky’s side like a dutiful girlfriend would, chatting politely to other women who accompanied the men Bucky spoke to - wondering just how many of them were real or fake girlfriends too.

A few times you caught side glances from Bucky as he tuned into your conversations and compliments, a small smile curving his lips as you expertly deflected questions away about your ‘relationship’ without actually answering them. The more you spoke the more he seemed to pay attention to both you and the information Steve had given him. Bucky hadn’t believed what Steve had told him, no single woman could possibly tick all his boxes, but he had to admit his best friend was right. Aside from being beautiful, which he had noticed the moment you opened your front door, you had a kind smile that reached your eyes, a quick wit and Steve promised you knew the rules of the criminal underworld.

You almost jumped out of your skin when Bucky’s arm curled around your waist and your hand came to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his button as you tried to remember what the older woman in front of you was saying. Her eyes darted between you and Bucky, her smile intensifying as his hand drifted down your back and she took her leave with a knowing look. A look that said ‘I’ll leave you kids to it’.

“Was I not selling it?” You asked as you turned to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear, looking like any other loved up couple.

“What do you mean?” He asked as his hands locked behind your back, softly swaying to the music the live band was playing further in.

“I almost got frostbite from your cold shoulder.” You said as you rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up under your lashes, inhaling the unique scent of him mixed with the rich cologne he wore.

“I kinda was a jerk, wasn’t I?” He chuckled quietly and you knew that was the closest you would be getting to an apology from him, honestly it was more than you expected. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

His smile sent your tummy into a somersault and you wondered if he was normally this charming or if it was just for you, in the end you decided it didn’t matter, you were just going to enjoy it. He unhooked your arms and kept one hand in his as he made his way to the bar you had been eyeing up and ordered your favourite drink as you frowned.

“Steve gave me a few tips.” He smirked as he took the glasses to the table front and centre of the event.

“I should have known you wouldn’t be above insider trading.” You teased as you took your seat and relaxed as his arm came to rest along the back.

He leant in close as the rest of the seats quickly filled and the music came to a stop, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered. “There’s only one thing I want to be above.”

Your face flushed and you dipped your head down so he couldn’t see the effect he was having on you, your pupils dilating and lips parted at the sharp intake of oxygen. Your senses were on high alert and you froze as his cool fingers touched your heated cheek before brushing a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. You turned slowly, keeping your cheek to his fingers and relishing the cold touch of his digits, until you found his eyes in a heated stare at your lips.

“Hey Barnes?” You asked as your tongue moistened your lips and he bit his own, stifling a quiet groan. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

His hand laced into your updo, probably ruining the styling you had spent a long time achieving but you couldn’t care less as he drew you in closer. His kiss was the embodiment of who he was, it was hard and controlled, passionate and downright criminal. You could barely think, barely remember how to breathe when he pulled away and you saw his eyes wide and wild, ready for more.

Bucky looked at the Rolex on his wrist and groaned as he saw they were needed to make nice and shake hands at the event a little while longer, but all he wanted was to drag you back to the limo and roll up the blackout privacy partition. He had been given a window of heaven and now he wanted you to spread those pearly gates nice and wide for him, and you were absolutely willing. Your hand slipped under the table cloth and came to rest on Bucky’s thigh, slowly inching closer as he draped his napkin over his lap to hide where you were going.

“Steve didn’t mention this.” He said as he shifted in chair and returned his lips to your ears. “He assured me that you were a good girl.”

“I can be good, and I can be bad.” You answered with a sly smile as your palm reached the spot where his trousers were straining to contain his erection, pausing as you teased him. “Which would you like?”

“Bad, definitely bad.” He all but growled before placing his hand over the napkin and pushing your palm along his covered shaft, letting you feel just how long and hard he was for you. “It’s so much better when it's bad.”

Just as your fingers reached for his zip you heard Bucky’s name being called and froze as a stranger pulled his attention away. It was frightening to see an angry scowl fall over his face so quickly but he had just been interrupted on his way to a handjob. Thank god for the dim lights and his tailored suit, they were working overtime to hide the massive bulge that threatened to tear the material at the seams. You thought his reception to you was cold but it paled in comparison to this man’s as he whispered something in Bucky’s ear that he didn’t like. He was quick to recover from the news and held his hand out to you, deciding it was worth the introduction.

“Detective Wilson, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Bucky said as he laid his large palm over your nape, gently massaging the tension that the evening had created before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“It’s nice to meet you, Detective.” You said as you shook his hand, remembering your manners after the shock of Bucky’s affection.

“You too, and please call me Sam.” He smiled genuinely and lightly punched Bucky’s shoulder. “Look at you big dog, finally got a girl. Goodluck dealing with his grumpy ass everyday.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. “What do I even pay you to do?”

“Look good for starters.” Sam winked, testing to see how serious Bucky was and given the way he pulled you closer to his side showed some serious possessiveness he hadn’t seen before. “I’m playing, boss, don’t start pouring concrete in my boots yet.”

The thought seemed to pass Bucky’s mind and Sam gave a quick wave as he backed away, his tan leather coat lifting enough to see the gun in a holster at his hip.

“He seems too nice to be a dirty cop.” You mentioned as you looked back at the retreating figure, a fond smile playing on your lips.

“Looks can be deceiving, after all, I thought you were too nice to be dirty and you surprised me.” He checked his watch again and the scowl returned as time seemed to be ticking by too slowly. He could control a lot of things in the city but time was not one of them, so with a huff he pushed your seat in as you sat down and joined you once again. “An hour, doll, then we can cut out early.”

You smiled sweetly as you batted your eyelashes at him with innocent charm. “And go where?”

He almost bit straight through his lip as he looked at your doe eyes, the beautiful sight doing things to him a man of his sexual experience shouldn’t do - like damn near cream in his expensive suit for one. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he fired off a quick email to the event coordinator promising a large donation to the charity, his way of apologising for missing the main event. His fingers were like lightning and in seconds the email was sent and he was standing, his chair nearly tipping over with how fast he moved.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked needlessly as he held his hand out, his thick rings looking cool and inviting.

You placed your hand in his and giggled as he pulled you swiftly to your feet and off towards the exit. You could hear an announcer just getting started as you broke out into the evening air and shivered. The valet hadn’t expected anyone to leave so soon and he rushed out of the station to call Bucky’s driver around while you rubbed your arms furiously.

“Here.” Bucky said as he draped his warm suit jacket over your shoulders and you inhaled the scent you were quickly becoming addicted to.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned and rose on your tiptoes so you could give him a quick kiss but he had other ideas.

He stole your breath away as he wrapped you in his arms and shared even more of his warmth with you until his driver arrived with the promise of a warm dark space and a long drive ahead. Bucky didn’t even wait for the valet to reach them, opening the door for you himself before following you in and hitting the button for the partition, the dark glass slowly rising.

“Home, Coulson.”

You assumed he heard Bucky before the glass sealed shut and your tummy was back to somersaulting as Bucky’s hand rose up your thigh, brushing along the high slit as a very different shiver chased his touch.

“You know if we do this, I will make you mine.” He promised as his fingers brushed the lace edge of your panties and you nodded, you knew the rules. “No one will be allowed to touch what’s mine.”

“I know.” You moaned as he pushed the lace aside and ran a finger through your slick folds. “I know how the Cosa Nostra works.”

“You know what Steve let you see.” He countered, his slow strokes enough to distract you but not make your mind numb.

“Steve also thinks I am innocent.” You countered as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pushed his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. “And I think we can both agree that is not the case.”

A quiet curse exhaled with Bucky’s breath and the control he had on himself was slipping, he had already slipped up by introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend. Sam wasn’t one of the businessmen he was trying to distract by having a pretty piece on his arm, there was no reason to keep the charade up when he came. Still, Bucky had practically announced his claim on you to the underworld already, knowing Sam would be telling everyone he met about you.

“Fuck it.” He growled before his lips crashed against yours and your hands laced in his hair, greedy for more.

Click here for part two.

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ay0nha · 2 years

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Pain in My Heart | Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, fluff, Bucky back in therapy, mentions of blood, dancing to Otis Redding, Bucky being touch starved, domestic fluff etc.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femme!reader (POC friendly)

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: Idk what this is or where it came from and idk who is going to read this but it is what it is. All I have to say is Bucky deserves the world and a warm hug. Enjoy.

There was a moment of brevity, but it didn't last long enough for him to feel too much of a difference; he had turned quiet again.

"So, who is she?"

Bucky's eyes snapped up to Dr. Raynor, "What?"

"I've asked you two questions and this one finally brought you back," Dr. Raynor couldn't help but hide her smile as she hit the nail on the head. Although his nightmares still persisted, she finally uncovered what he saw as the light at the end of a very dark tunnel, "Who's the girl on your mind?"

He adjusted in the suddenly cramped feeling sofa chair before lying straight through his teeth, "There is no girl."

As the topic shifted, the spacious room felt like it was suddenly collapsing in on him. He kept his breathing even, but his doctor's scrutinizing gaze could see through whatever facade he felt he needed to put up.

"Then who is she to you?"

"No one."

His answer was quick and defensive like his doctor had exposed a secret he wanted to keep for himself. He wished to keep her buried away, far from his world even though he interrupted hers.

"'No one'...right," Bucky's doctor mocked him. Sometimes he appreciated how she could see through him easily, able to push his buttons just enough to get past his exterior. However, the topic was making him squirm.

She eyed him as she pressed further, "And no one is what caused you to come back to D.C.?"

Bucky gave her a sarcastic smile as if to confirm what she was saying. He wanted to talk about it, but his instinct was to deflect, "What's rule number two again, Doc?"

"You mean the one you always conveniently forget?" The doctor tapped her notepad out of habit; a warning to Bucky to not waste her time, "What'd you do?"

His eyes were trained ahead contemplating how to respond. The news had covered what had happened. There was truth to some of the reports as was there lies within others. Regardless people got hurt and the fighting never stopped even when the battle was over. It was the nature of it all.

"Bucky, what happened?"

Dr. Raynor would take anything he offered her. Especially if it was enough to cause him to clear his throat like telling the tears that prick his waterline to stop, "She's afraid of me."

"Sarah, you've got to stop taking in strays."

Her eyes were dead set on Bucky the minute he stepped foot into the house. Seeing her now, Bucky connected the dots of who was the third child from the array of photos on the boat was. She had to be the youngest of the three. Looking at her now he could tell she was the wild card and her siblings reactions confirmed it.

Sam was the first to respond, exasperation throughout his tone, "And when did you get back?"

"Good to see you too, Sammy," She frowned in response to his question. Their relationship was always the rockiest and she reminded him as she continued, "...At least pretend like you're happy to see me."

Once Sarah placed her keys and bags down from the day, she enveloped her sister in a much-needed hug. The two sisters were jovial in their embrace, clearly representing a reunion long coming.

Family was something far and distant for Bucky, something he hadn't witnessed in decades. He felt even more like a stranger in the home, his presence feeling awkward as the siblings started to bicker amongst themselves.

"What are you doing here?" Sam cut to the chase. Bucky had seen him annoyed, usually, the frustration directed towards him, but this was new.

"Little birdie told me you're selling the boat."

"You shouldn't be here." Sam all but grunted, not buying a word she was saying while glaring at his other sister for involving her.

"Come on, Sammy," She smiled lightly, but it was really to cover any tension she held, "When are you going to forgive me for-

"Did you hurt her?" Dr. Raynor's voice brought him back from the memory that felt like ages ago. She was confident that Bucky's violence was tamed with Bucky in complete control thanks to the Wakandan women. However, she would never dismiss what he was capable of.

Bucky had been in Louisiana for a handful of weeks, saying he'd stay just long enough for the dust to settle. But the more time he'd spent with her, the longer it seemed to take for the dust to settle. Their interactions were far and few. They could be chalked up to glances and good mornings, but they were the highlight of Bucky's days.

"No- God, no," Bucky shook his head while sitting up straight, "I would never-No. I didn't-

"Then what happened?" The doctor attempted to stop his rambling, a habit she'd never seen him form.

"I-I didn't mean to."

Bucky was soft spoken, but rarely shy. She seemed to pull that feeling from him, one he didn't know he was still capable of. It's what rendered him quiet while he watched from the couch, his make-shift bed, as she dug through an old box just beneath the TV.

"I heard you like to dance."

She was becoming more forward with him. It felt like for days she was circling him like a shark, trying to understand the best way to interact with him. Then once she learned he wasn't the type to spook off easily, she waited for the perfect time to strike.

"Really from who?" Bucky accepted the conversation more eagerly than he wished he had. Sam's words echoed in the back of his mind, reminding him how he wished Bucky wouldn't flirt with his sisters.

"A little birdie told me."

"There seems to be a lot of those these days."

He wasn't sure if he could consider it flirting, but the conversation rolled off his tongue smoothly. It felt natural to have a back and forth with her and she recognized it as well.

"Come on, the parents aren't home," She jested further, trying to get him to join the make-shift fun, "It's time to let loose."

Bucky shook his head gently in protest to which she respected. She knew who sat in front of her, got the gist of what he had done and could do. The last she wanted to do was upset the peace he had seemed to find in her Louisiana family home.

It was the first time the two were left to their own devices. There was a mention of a school orientation, one that would last a couple of hours. Like kids themselves, they were told by the older siblings to be on their best behavior.

"My parents should have-" Her voice was lost as she continued to rummage. One record had ended and she was onto the next.

She sat comfortably on her knees with records she pulled out splayed in front of her in a contemplative arch. She was looking for the perfect choice, something soft to match the night and have the possibility to lure the man to join her.

Bucky's arm was settled across the back of the couch while the other rested on his thigh nervously. He ran it up and down debating on getting up to join in the search of the right album. But he stayed put, watching her.

He thought she was beautiful.

"Otis Redding?" She looked back at him, causing him to blink hard and adjust the way he sat in front of her. He had been caught. She had felt his eyes on her and she reveled in the fact.

"I think I missed him," Bucky attempted to cover the way his tone dropped. He was preoccupied during the sixties, preoccupied with things she had let him forget for just a moment, "Put him on..."

She smiled brightly, happy to pull the vinyl out of its sleeve, careful to keep her fingertips on the edge. Once it was placed on the turntable, she checked that the wires were all connected before stepping back to hear the crackle of the first spin.

The music was soft at first, needing to be turned up a few dials to fill the space of the living room. Though once it had, her smile only widen at Otis Redding's Pain in My Heart.

The trumpets were first to cause her head to roll back to the beat. She stalked towards Bucky on beat, causing the smile he was trying to supress harder to hide. She spun slightly, miming along to the romantic words that were being sung. Her dance was dramatic to match with her facial expressions which were too comically on display.

Once she had made it to him, she knocked his knee with her leg lightly, "C'mon."

Her fingertips were warm as Bucky grasped them softly. Any hesitation had left his body as she led them both to the middle of the living room, closer to the music to be closer together. He hadn't felt touch like that in a very long time. She was delicate in the way she pulled him into her chest to lead their soft swaying.

Bucky was appreciative that she led as he wasn't sure if he would float away or not. His skin pricked. It was like her touch tickled him, but he leaned into it fully. He was used to touch hurting or leading to something that hurt. His body, despite it's abilities, was sore and worn. It needed the brevity she was currently providing.

"For a moment there things felt..." Bucky was afraid to finish his sentence like he would jinx what he was about to say, "...normal."

Dr. Raynor knew he would lead her back to what she needed to know, but first things needed to be off his chest. It was her turn to stay quiet.

"I never wanted kids," Bucky added, shaking his head slightly at the thought, "Not even in the forties...They're just not for me...But coming home to a full house like theirs...I just-There's just something about coming home to someone who wants to see you..."

"Was that her?"

"I-" He'd cut himself off, looking out the window as if the right response would be found there, before turning back to be candid, "I thought so...until-

"Until you hurt her." The doctor noted how he struggled to talk about it. Through all their time together she'd enver seen him hold such emotion, at least in this capacity. Sure, he struggled to talk about everything, but this was a new way he'd hurt someone, far more severe than breaking bones.

"I usually go to sleep once everyone else has," Bucky explained the routine he'd set for himself, "Sam is always the first to fall asleep. Then it's Sarah once the boys have...but her...She'll stay in her room."

Usually, he'd wait until he stopped hearing her feet shuffle in her room before closing his eyes. While he waited for her to settle, he'd glance around the house double and triple checking everything is locked and all the windows are closed. He knew Sam had done it before he'd gone to bed, but it helped give him peace of mind before he'd stretch back on the couch just big enough to fit him.

"She never comes out of her room," He shook his head, bringing a hand to his stubble, "...But then she did."

The grip wasn't tight enough to bruise her, but it was enough to show her first hand what would happen if she wasn't who she was. Her eyes blew wide and her breath inhaled sharply. She froze in her place as her hand was quick to grasp his wrist with utter desperation, dropping the glass in her hand.

The shattered glass was what brought him back.

Bucky's chest rose and fell trying to use the air he sucked in as solice. He could feel how the sweat coated his forehead from the nightmare he had just experienced. He couldn't remember the year he just witnessed, but it was one of the bloodiest mission he'd been on. No one but him survived.

It was the only mission that he was lucky to leave with his life with. He had thought he'd finally met the one challenge he couldn't beat. Now the memory would not only burn the blood curdling screams in his mind but also with the fearful eyes of her.

When she had come down the stairs, she could already hear how he rustled. Since her brother worked with veterans she wasn't unfamiliar in the way they were haunted, but she knew Bucky was haunted like no other.

Her intentions were to head to the kitchen for water, to walk past him and walk back to her room. However, on her journey back she noted how his breath was tight. She struggled to leave him be. In hindsight, she knew better than try to bring him back, but the distraught on his face pulled at her heart.

His grip softened, his hand coming back to him, and guilt taking over his entire being.

"I'm sorry," She squeaked out, recoiling from him instantly, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-

"She apologized to me like it was her fault," Bucky's voice was steady as if he was giving his doctor a mission report. Yet again his voice wavered, "I thought I was doing better."

"You are." Dr. Raynor cut in, needing him to understand her veracity, "But you shouldn't expect yourself to have resolution overnight. Things like this take time."

"The glass chewed up her leg, there was blood all over the carpet and I just.." Bucky said grimacing at how easily that rolled off his tongue, "Left."

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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dating (sort of courting) headcanons

A/N: I know title said “dating” but I figured this could be more on the courting/beginning side of things, so yeah jealousy will most definitely be a thing

A/N 2: I’m also including the part 2 of this HERE

- it started off slow, mostly on your part. You knew it was an alliance in the making, but you kept cordial about it

-but Namor fascinated you though. You admire his dedication to his people and home (likewise he acknowledges the same for you).

- though Namor has the “respectful figurehead” act down, he’s pining more for you in the beginning.

-the few times you’ve seen his home/kingdom, under the guise of diplomacy, it’s mostly just to show off. He can’t help but smile at your reaction every time, admiring the waters and all of its life that shines through the darkness.

-the more you two spend time together, you have an intimate understanding. His history and story do touch you, reminding you of those who you try to protect back home as well.

-still, he can’t help but feel a bit jealous at times whenever you go back and forth. A hole that forms and you being present fills it

-also, the few times Namor arrives at Wakanda, he’s yearning to hold your hand or hug, even if it’s just the diplomatically polite thing to do

-that is whenever you’re not talking to Shuri, M’Baku, the Dora Milanese, or the young student

-Namora is the first to notice the change whenever you’re away: moody and/or more antsy to do something. And of course she’s the first to gently tease him about it.

-but actions speak louder than words, and Namor knows he’ll regret it if he never got to tell or show you how he feels.

-the next time you both meet, he goes in for a hug instead of a handshake. Pulling you close, you can feel your heart hammering in your chest as he kisses the top of your head.”

-still surprised, you don’t pull away. Something about this just feels so….right. You fit so perfectly in his arms.

- “I missed you. And I want to see you more, be with you more.”

#filmedit #Marvel #headcanons #mcu #marvel x you #namor headcanons #marvel imagine #namor black panther wakanda forever #bpwf #namor x poc!reader #black panther #namor x wakanda!reader #Wakanda forever #namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #tenoch huerta

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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hi Ali <3 congrats again on your milestone my love 💖 you deserve all the love in the world!

qué voy a hacer con mi amor

I was thinking about bliss with bucky barnes and this song:

I hope it inspires something <3 thank you so much and I hope you have a nice sleepover!! 💓🌸💖💗💓

Sunrise

pairing: boyfriend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

concept: Day or night, with his fairy of love, he will always feel the sunrise in his heart

word count: 560

warnings: Fluff of poetic softness, soft kisses, Bucky adores you, nickname ─ fairy,

a/n: @atlaese Hopefully you'll love this. This is where I daydreamed about the song and being with Bucky. Your friendship has always meant the world to me.

adorable gif credit: @richardmaddan

Masterlist

In love, there is beauty.

Light from the sun shines in through the side windows, casting a golden glow and illuminating the dust in a rainbow of colors, like the wings of a fairy.

He sees that with you. In his eyes, you are the beauty of the world.

A wide smile spreads across his face as his wide eyes fixate on you. He can't help but gaze at you in wonder when your dress hugs your torso like it is painted over your body.

Seeing the sparkle in your eyes, the light that fills the room, and the breathtaking smile that encompasses you.

Bucky's fingers spread as if trying to hold his beating heart as he stopped breathing halfway through. At this moment, he feels what all poets write about love: he is awestruck by your beauty.

The way you walk toward him, the way your dress flows as if announcing your arrival, the way the light shines on your face, it is as if he sees his fairy.

You are getting closer to him as the song's beat increases in speed. It's like a cloud of butterflies flying around inside him; he can't stop laughing at the pure, sparkling happiness that wells up inside.

A smile is painted deeply on his soul.

His lips are so wide that he can feel the stretch of his cheekbones and the crinkles carved into the corners of his eyes.

Taking your hand, he kisses your fingertips as he cradles them in his large palm. The soft sound of your lips is heard as you gaze at him. Your eyes are speaking love to him because your lips are speaking to him.

You, this heavenly woman, are the focus of his gaze.

The rest of the world fades away the moment he stares into your eyes, completely absorbed in you. When you are close to him, you are surrounded by your fragrance and a sense of calm, the happiness that radiates from within.

He is filled with awe as he observes the perfect rhythm and profound meaning behind every word and gesture. Consequently, his knees are shaking, his heart is pumping, and he has a flood of emotions coursing through him.

A bright smile spreads across your face as you cradle his cheek in your hand and whisper.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Taking a step closer, he places his forehead on yours as he wraps his arm around your back, drawing you closer to him. Under his fingertips, he rests his fingers on the gentle curve of your spine, the warmth of your skin warming the love under his fingertips.

As you close the last millimeter between your lips and his, you feel a rush of desire.

There is calm within him now; everything is at peace.

"Will you marry me, my sweet fairy?"

You kiss his lips in response, feeling a wave of longing.

When he kisses you, you can feel his passion, his joy, and his acceptance of your reaction all burning on your lips. He writes you love notes and treats you like his fairy.

With that perfect, eloquent, endless kiss, he spreads love everywhere with the way he caresses, breathes, and feels.

Day or night, with his fairy of love, he will always feel the sunrise in his heart.

#la hacienda de alice ─ sleepover #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x latina!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #sebastian stan characters #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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solitaryearthperson · 1 year

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Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them. *

(If you want to make requests, you can, but I can’t guarantee when I will post them.)

Marvel/MCU

The Originals/TVDU

Supernatural/SPN

The Sandman

Predator/Alien vs. Predator/Yautja

More Stuff To Come...

#Masterlist #Marvel imagines #The Originals imagines #Supernatural imagines #Predator imagines #Yautja imagines #The Walking Dead imagine #TWD imagine #Teen Wolf imagnes #Klaus Mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #Hayley Marshall x reader #Marvel x reader #Mcu x reader #The Sandman #Dream x Reader #Desire x reader #Black reader #POC reader

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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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Let It Out on Me

Summary: Frank comes home mad and frustrated and needs to let it out on something. The reader decides to volunteer theirself to let Frank let out his frustrations on.

(The reader is afab, and gender-neutral, and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, choking)

“Please, please, please,” I repeated over and over again, my voice getting higher and higher each time he thrusted into me.

“Please? Please what, baby?” Frank said grunting, his thrusts not letting up on me. “You can’t want me to stop? I know you don’t. Your fucking cream’s all on me.”

I moaned even louder at his words, knowing they were right. We’ve been going at it for so long and I’ve came so many times that I can feel the cream on his dick begin to slowly drip every time I pushed back on him.

The minute he came through the door, I recognized the look in his eyes immediately. It was the look of pent-up anger and frustration at some failed mission of his and I knew that he wanted to let out his frustration in some way. As a respectful and supportive partner, I gladly decided that it would be best for him to let me be the one he lets out his anger and frustration on. (And I absolutely loved every second of it,)

“It’s good for your mental health,” I had told him. He looked hesitant at first, but the minute I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and slid my hand inside to feel him, he quickly agreed with me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered into the bed, clenching my hands around the sheets, cumming again for fifth time. My pussy was clenching hard around him so much, and he let out a moan, somehow quickening his thrusts even more. “Frankie, baby-”

“I know, I know,” he moaned. “It’s good, huh?”

“Yes!” I yelled, another orgasm beginning inside of me.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, before I felt his rough hands grab my shoulders. He began pulling my body to him with each thrust, really letting out his frustration on me.

“Fuck, Frank!” I yelled, feeling the sixth orgasm wash over me. My head was suddenly fuzzy and my pussy continued to clench and unclench around him constantly. Fuck, my pussy’s gonna be so sore tomorrow, I thought, trying to get rid of the fuzziness, and enjoy him fucking me.

He moaned loudly behind me, slowly moving his hands from my shoulders to my neck, wrapping them around it.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

I knew that was his way of asking me if it was alright to do this, and I nodded my head to him.

“Words, baby,” he said, his thrusts beginning to slightly slow down. Only slightly. “I want words.”

“Yeah, yes,” I nodded again, pushing my hips back on him, trying to get him to speed his thrusts back up again.

Encouraged by my words, he tightened his hands around my neck, cutting off a tiny bit of air in me, and began thrusting roughly back into me.

The feeling of his strong, rough hands squeezing my neck combined with his harsh thrusts made my head feel fuzzy again, and I could feel my pussy clenching wildly around him.

"Fucking take it," Frank grunted, his dick going even deeper in me than before. "Take it, baby. Be good and just take it."

"Oh, shit," I cried, feeling another orgasm beginning, already knowing that it was going to be strong.

"Give it to me. Cream on me again."

The words coming out of his mouth, his harsh thrusts, the grunts and moans, and the feel of his hands choking me was too much to take anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled as the seventh orgasm finally overcame me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy and my senses were all fuzzy. "Oh, fuck!"

"You want my cum?" He asked, his thrusts continuing, but now wild and out of rhythm. He moved his hands from my neck and put them on my hips, squeezing them hard. My pussy was still clenching around him tightly and I could feel a pleasurable sting of overstimulation from his thrusting. "You want my fucking cum?"

"Please...cum, Frankie," my words did the trick for him, and he quickly pulled out.

I heard him grunting and groaning behind me for a few seconds, before he let out a loud animalistic growl, and I felt the warm feel of his cum landing on my ass cheeks.

Out of breath and tired, I let go of the bedsheets and dropped my upper body completely flat on the bed with my ass still in the air in front of him.

It was quiet for a while, both of us panting, letting our orgasms wash over us. After a while he spoke. "Thanks, sweetie," he said, out of breath. "That was good."

I was about to respond to him, but I heard his feet hurry out of the room. I heard the sink run in the bathroom then stop and I lifted my head to look over my shoulder and saw him entering the bedroom holding a wet paper towel.

"I, uh..." He began, wiping the cum off me with the towel. "I wasn't too rough,...right?" He tried to hide it, but I could hear in his voice how nervous he was, and it made me smile. Fucks me like an animal, then becomes shy.

"You were fucking great, baby. You didn't hurt me." Feeling him finish wiping, I forced my body to sit up and turned to look at him, soreness already starting between my legs. His usual confidence was gone and now I saw the cute, adorable uncertainty of my boyfriend.

"You promise," he asked.

"Yes," I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on his nose then moved down to kiss his lips, knowing the action would make him smile. "You know you'd never hurt me, Frank."

The adorable, shy smile I was hoping for spread across his face and he shyly ducked his head down. "Sorry I was in a mood when I got home."

"Don't be sorry, Frankie," I told him, his shyness making me slightly horny again. "Next time you need to let out some frustration, let it out on me."

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