#quentin beck smut

[charliehoennam]

The Conception

A/N: another request by the lovely @juniebugg ❤ didn't have time to proofread so sorry for any mistakes!

Pairing: Dark!quentin beck x f!reader

Summary: quentin concocts a plan to test his precious technology (takes place before he goes rogue)

Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, sex without protection (wrap ur willy when it gets silly), rough sex, language. 18+ ONLY.

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Obsession can lead to either one of two ways. It can take you on the path of success or it can take you to dark journeys with lasting consequences. Quentin was – with no doubt – an obsessive man.

The long working hours he had dedicated into developing his technology is a result of his obsession. And now that he has you, he can finally bring together the only two things that satisfy him.

You find yourself walking on eggshells again as your high heels clack their way through against the white marble floor. Quentin had forgotten a briefcase at home, containing some important blueprints. He politely demanded asked you to bring it into the lab for him. You call for him as you quietly walk inside. There are dismantled drones crowding the work stations. The lab looks a mess with small bolts, screws and motherboards everywhere.

You don’t know to expect or what state you’ll find him in. Granted he had always been self-centered and short-fused – you wish you had noticed the red flags before you said the official “I do” – he could be worse when he worked on his projects. Far worse.

“About time. What the hell took you so long?” he sighs setting the tools in his hands down on the glossy white table in front of him to walk over and rip the briefcase from your hands.

 “I’m sorry. I got caught in traffic. It’s not like I wanted to be late” you retort. “I know how you get” you add with a mumble.

You freeze the second the words leave your mouth. You realize you were thinking out loud when you catch Quin’s scowl.

 “Oh? And how exactly do I get?”

“N-nothing, Quin. I didn’t say anything.”

“So now I’m hearing things? I’m going schizo?”

 He takes a threatening step towards you, his broad size shrinking you in comparison. His shoulders stretch as he stands up straight. He wants to remind you that you are essentially powerless against him.

 “No. That’s not what I meant. I-I didn’t mean it.”

“Obviously, you did. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it. So, enlighten me, princess. How do I get?”

You gulp heavily as you lower your fearful agaze. His sights are locked on you like a wolf circling its prey. You’re in for it now.

As you open your mouth and try to build the courage the speak, the words seem to get stuck in your throat.

Frighteningly calm, his hand wraps around the underside of your chin. His fingertips press into one cheek as his thumb sinks into the other, forcing you to face him.

“I asked you a question, princess. It’s impolite to leave someone hanging.”

“Just a little s-scary sometimes, Quin. That’s all.”

He doesn’t need to feel your trembling to know that you’re afraid of him. As he smirks to himself, his fingertips ease the pressure they’re applying to your cheeks. He caresses them, soothing the red indents on your skin.

The change of his persona is almost too eerie.

“You’re not wrong about that. I know sometimes I can get a little impatient. I think I just need a break.I think I’ve just been in here on my own for too long. But now that I have you here...” He trailed off as he kisses you.

Slow, repeated, tender kisses that make you bubble from the inside. You can’t deny him. You fear what he’d do if you did and you find him oddly irresistible.

The small of your back is guided by his hands on your hips to meet the table as he entraps you against it with his hunching frame. His feet stand firm on either side of you, locking you in.

As his kisses grow hungry, you cling to the edge of the table to steady yourself from his mauling. His lips connect to your neck, nibbling and sucking your skin. His 5 o’clock shadow grazes you roughly as his fingers work the buttons on your shirt to reveal your black lace bra.

Your eyes dart towards the one-sided wall of glass. An office of busy workers and overflowing desks lay just outside. Even though you know they can’t see in from the outside, your cheeks still flush warmly at the sight of his co-workers.

“Quin, maybe we shouldn’t. You’re at work. Someone could see us.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” he mumbles against your flesh, too busy savoring the fullness of your breast in his hand after he shoved it under the black garment.

You hold his wrists trying to resist him as you struggle to ignore how good they feel.

“Quin, we can’t.”

“Who the fuck says when I can and can’t fuck my wife. If I wanna fuck you right here and right now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

“I-i just don’t want anyone to see, Quin.”

“Don’t worry. No one will see” he smiles darkly as a light bulb lit up upon his head. His hand retracts from your breast, rendering you confused. Had you upset him?

“No one will see. You’re for my eyes only, princess.”

You gasp when his hand reaches under your skirt and squeezes your pussy over your panties. You close your eyes to steady yourself, but they shoot open when you hear a faint blip. Closing them again, you ignore it thinking you might have imagined the sound.

“You don’t wanna disappoint your husband, do ya?” His voice is low and soft, manipulating you into surrendering to him.

“N-no, I don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you, sir.”

“That’s my girl” he chuckles dimly.

While one hand teases your clothed pussy, his other hand pulls your bra down. As the garment bunches under your fully exposed tits, it pushes them up and perfectly displays them to Quin.

You can hear a very low hum vibrating around you but you assume it’s only the AC kicking in.

“So fucking beautiful for me” he mumbles.

He’s quick to wrap his mouth around your nipple, kneading the tender flesh in his large hand. His tongue twirls around your hard nipple, stopping only to greedily suck on it. You moan as he alters. Left to right, right to left; giving them each the attention they deserve.

You watch him ravage your tits. His hand slides out from under your skirt and assists him in taking off your shirt. He leaves the bra on. He loves black on you, but personally he’s already thinking about how white they’ll be when he stains them with his cum.

“You know how much I fucking love your tits, princess.”

A telephone rings from a desk outside the lab and catches your attention. You look to the glass wall and are quickly reminded how many people are just on the other side.

“You’re such a filthy fucking whore for me” he grumbles groping your chest roughly with his hands and mouth.

“Quin, someone could walk in on us” you plead trying to remind him. He feels so good on you, but you don’t want to do this right here.

“They could” he nods looking up at you. “They could see the little slut you are for me.”

“Quin, please. Not here.”

  He ignores your pleads to stop. He knows you’re turned on by it. The wetness sinking through your panties was the only confirmation he needed.

Pushing your skirt up to expose your dampening cunt, he sits down on a rolling stool and wheels it closer.

He sits you on the table behind you and your legs spread open on their own to allow him access. You hate the puppet you become at his fingertips.

“No, Quentin. Stop it” you plead trying to get his attention.

He responds with a hard slap on your breast. The sting sends sparks straight down to your core, fueling the fire that burns in your womb.

“What’d ya call me?”

“S-sir. Please.”

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, you got that? I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Ripping your panties to the side, he buries his face between your thighs. Any shred of resistance you have melts away. Your eyes squeeze shut, but you’re reminded you have to watch the door since Quentin doesn’t seem to care at all about the people working behind him.

You alter between watching his co-workers going about their day - without the slightest knowledge of the filth going on so close to them- and his mouth as it engulfs your juicy lips. It’s almost exciting to think about. You feel so dirty and yet, so fucking good letting him use you so openly.

Your muscles burn as Quin shoves your knees apart. His lips hungrily wraps around your lips, letting his tongue lap up the wetness building up. You lean back on your elbows to let him get more of you.

You moan at his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. How can you resist him when he feels so good?

“Sir, feels so good” you whisper.

You lick your dry lips as you lay spread with his head between your legs. He hums with delight as he catches you watching the glass walls.

“You like it don’t you?” he mumbles sliding two fingers into your hole.

You hear the vibrating hum again, but nod at his question. Why is the AC so strange here?

His fingers push into the sides of your entrance, prying your hole open with the most delicious burn. His tongue slides into the hole, eagerly lapping up your sweet juice. He fucks you with his tongue and you finally surrender yourself to him completely.

There is no use in fighting back. He wins. Quentin always gets what he wants when he wants it. And he wants you now. His only argument is devouring your pussy with a hunger so deep that you’re not sure if you’re enough to satisfy. 

“Pussy so juice, baby” he mutters to your cunt. “Gotta fuck it with my cock now. Need you so bad.”

His cock feels as if it’s about to break through his pants. He wastes no time and stands up between your legs, quickly unfastening his belt and pants.

His cock springs free from it’s confines, hard already. You wince biting your lower lip. The low hum that you’ve been hearing seems even closer now. You frown and try to find the source, but you’re forced out your thoughts when Quin’s tip glides up your swollen folds and pokes at your nub.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your cunt is soaking wet as he lathers his cock with it. You watch his face contort from the pleasure. He moans and rolls his head back. He could cum just from the feeling your puffy lips hugging his dick.

He looks back down to watch himself penetrate you. His cock feels so big in you. It parts you in half as it pushes in deeper. The stretch hurts a bit, but he’s not going to ease up. This isn’t about your comfort; it’s about his need for release.

You remind yourself to breathe. The tightness around his cock feels heavenly to him, but you force yourself to relax to make it less painful.

As he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, you reach down to caress your sensitive clit to try and enjoy it more.

“Such a dirty fucking slut. Look at you. You wanna cum on my cock, princess?”

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckles and delivers a couple more slaps to your exposed breasts, leaving them red and warmly tender to the touch.

He orders you to lie on your back and squeeze your own tits. His cock bottoms out inside of you. From some reason, the deep humming seems to be coming from right above you. You look up at the ceiling trying to find the source again, but there’s nothing there.

As his hips move back to retract from your cunt, he pushes your knees to your chest. Just when you think your pussy couldn’t be anymore exposed.

With his hands on the back of your thighs, he leans down to spit on your cunt. It’s spread so open; he doesn’t even need his hands to guide his head inside your hole. His dick glides into your stretched wetness.

He fucks so rough and hard; you know you’ll be sore for days.

The panties bundled into a string rub along the side of your cunt. It burns your skin, but all you think about is how good his cock starting to feel.

Your clit trembles at the pleasure.

“P-please, sir. Can I touch myself?”

His dark smile grows wide.

“Only ‘cause you remembered to ask, princess.”

You quickly reach down to your cunt to rub yourself where you need it most. It finally feels so good.

“Pussy so fucking wet. Make yourself cum on my cock.”

You can hear how wet you really are. You can feel your slick spread all around and stick to his groin. You wish you weren’t as wet as you are. You know he takes so much pride in knowing he makes you that way.

His balls thump faster against your ass as he picks up his pace. You’re so full of him; it’s pushing you over the edge. The bundling pressure finally bursts inside you.

As your walls contract and tighten around his pounding cock, you keep your eyes locked on the glass wall praying no one would hear or enter the lab. He wishes he could spend all day doing this; just fucking you silly until he’s too spent.

 His throbbing cock shows he’s so close.

Leaving you aching to be full again, he pulls himself out and finally cums. He coats your swollen pussy lips with his warm string of white beads, painting you like a canvas.  He haphazardly pulls your panties back over your drenched cunt to pump his final load over your panties.

He chuckles tiredly feeling his cum quickly soak through the lace with the tip of his cock. The idea of you walking out that door and down the building, all the way home with your pussy and panties coated with his cum excites him.

“Stay dirty until you get home.”

You nod as he lets you climb down from the table. You both redress and adjust your clothes to return to your day. Your legs feel like they barely hold you up.

“Give sir a kiss goodbye” he smiles enjoying the power he has over you.

You obey and press your lips to his, letting it linger for as long as he wants.

“We having steak for dinner tonight?” he whispers holding your hips.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I’ll be home early.”

You smile as he reaches up your skirt to confirm his cum is still where he wants it.

“Keep ‘em on all day. I’d better come home and find this still on my pussy.”

“You will, sir” you nodded obediently. Your pussy tingles at his touch, anxious for more.

He gives you one more kiss to let you go and slaps your ass as you turn to walk to the door. With your pussy beyond soaked, your wetness mixes with his cum and trickle down your inner thighs. It makes your walk a little difficult as you pray it doesn’t drip out.

You make your way out of the lab and walk towards the elevator, hoping no one will notice. You feel a few pairs of eyes on you. Whether they know or not, you can’t be sure. So, you just smile shyly at them and keep your gaze down.

Quentin watches you step into the elevator from the lab. Finally sitting back at his station, he lifts a thin tablet from his desk and presses an icon.

The drone, which is controlled by the tablet, reveals itself as it deactivates its cloaking device. Now fully visible, he lands it on the table to deactivate the drone entirely.

Quin leans back in his chair with a mischievous grin as he raises the tablet. Pressing a few more icons on the touchscreen tablet, he smirks grimly as he watches the previous recording saved on the device. With the touch of a button, he expands the video into holograph mode.

His technology finally worked.

The holograph shows you with your cunt fully exposed, being fucked by him on the table. He rewinds it to watch it from the start, laughing to himself proudly.

“Thank you, princess.”

#quentin beck #quentin beck imagine #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x you #quentin beck x y/n #quentin beck x f!reader #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Pursued

Warnings: smut

Being the Spiderman in the universe they were in was quite hard. But that is just how it goes with that line of work. They lost their parents during a fight, and they still hated it to this day, since they blamed themselves for their parent’s death. They just needed something- anything for them to make them truly feel like a hero

In this universe Spiderman is always viewed as the villain. No matter how much they help out, they are still viewed in such a negative manner. They just wanted to feel like everything wasn’t their fault. This is when their teammate Quentin Beck chimes in

Those two were in a relationship, but it took them a while to fully believe that he had a crush on them. It was real as well. He wanted to help them get viewed as a hero. He didn’t see them as a threat at all. So him finally revealing the big secret he’s kept from them for a moment like this, made him realize how worth it it was to keep this secret from them

They were quite impressed, and turned on about how smart he was. How he managed to make the real Nick Fury believe his act. They give him and his team an applause. Quentin gets up from the stool, and then bows. “Thank you, honey” he says as he stands up straight again

He walks over towards where they sat, and once he was close enough, he takes out his hand. “I can make you into that superhero you’ve always wanted to be. But you have to keep this a secret” he says, which makes them take his hand. He smiles; “I knew you’d say yes.” “Plus I would’ve been so pissed at myself if I did have to kill you”

This makes them confused that he had thought about that, but it was fair on his side to have a plan b if plan a didn’t work out. “I like my suit though, so that won’t be an illusion” they said as they take their hand out of his. They stood up, and was closer towards him

“I wouldn’t make that into an illusion anyway, since I like seeing you in that tight suit” they blushed madly now, which makes him smirk. “Perhaps we should celebrate, since you’re new here” he says with the smirk still on his face. “I like the sound of that” they said as their lips go for his now

The two start to make out, which makes everyone else uncomfortable. Once the two pull apart, Quentin is catching his breath. They do the same, and also remembers that the two are still in front of people. “Can we go somewhere more private?” They asked in a hushed voice

He nodded his head, and then the two leave without saying anything to the rest of team. The two were eventually at his place, and once the two were fully inside, he stood behind them. He unzipped their suit, and once it was on the ground, he pulls down their underwear

He notices how wet they were for him, and chuckles. “Of course this turns you on” he says as as he has an evil smirk on his face now. “You know, I also think you make a good superhero. If only others could see that in you though” he adds as their underwear hits the ground. “Can you jump for me?” They did as told and now their legs were on his back, and they had their hands on the wall

He begins to lick their pussy, which makes their head arch their head. Moans escaped their mouth as he grasped onto their thighs as he now sucks their folds. “Quentin” they moaned as he continues to suck their folds. Their walls clenched now, which makes him stop. He gets them back onto the ground, and now he takes his shirt off

“If there are people that still don’t like you even after I change their minds. I’ll kill them” he says as his shirt goes onto the ground. “You’re joking” they said as now takes his pants off. “I’m not. I’d kill anyone that still hates Spiderman” he says as his pants were now on the ground. “But I won’t do it directly towards them. My illusions will kill them” he says, which turns them on more

“That’s hot Quentin” they admit as he takes his boxers off. “Yeah?” His evil smirk returns now. “Yeah” they said as they leave hickeys onto his neck now. He moans as they mark him. He gets pinned to the wall now, but it was quite aggressive. He liked it though

Once they’ve stopped marking him, they looked deeply into his blue eyes. He kisses them onto their lips now. He guides them to their couch as the two made out. Once close enough to the couch, he pulls apart. They knew their couch was behind them, so they laid down now. He goes on top of them, and his lips go back onto theirs

He goes into them, which makes them pull apart. Their head almost arches back, but makes them continue to look at him. “I wanna see the faces you make while I’m pleasuring you. Understand?” They told him that they understood, and now he’s thrusting

Their eyes go to the back of their head as he fucks them. Moans escaped their mouth as he hits their g spot. He moans too, but he doesn’t allow himself to arch his head back. He needed to see their face, especially for when they cum. “Y/n” he moans as his hands were intertwined with theirs

The two were leaving nail marks on each other’s skin. But neither had cared. It had just added to pleasure for the two. “I don’t understand how no one could like Spiderman. Especially with how sweet they can be” he starts, which makes them excited. “And how hot they can be. People loved a masked person, but don’t like Spiderman. How depressing. Their missing out” he adds, which makes them cum

He stops, but they wanted him to continue. He smirks, and happily listens

#quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x reader smut #spiderman! reader #spiderman far from home #jake gylenhall #mysterio x reader

[a3s1rxx]

You’re Perfect

A Spotsterio fanfic (Spot x Mysterio)

Cw: Unprotected Sex, Smut, uhhh there’s nothing more to it

I made up my own universe. Earth-71282. Majority of the lore is the same but it’s a mix between the old animated series and the comics. Spot is transfem because of a joke me and my bestie made. Jonathan is respelled as Jonathyn because it’s a more feminine spelling ig??? (I didn’t edit this after I wrote it)

It had been years since Spot was ‘killed’ by Carnage. Majority of the villains were under the assumption she was dead. What they didn’t know was that her head returned to spot world. This was causing her to slowly reform there.

Although reformed, she was stuck there. Every portal just led her back to the same place. Spot world. The whole situation was infuriatingly sanity breaking. A cycle of continuous repetition.

This night was different. Spot was attempting one last ditch effort to to escape eternal entrapment. She stepped through another portal and fell out onto a solid ground.

It was late night. Everything was dark. Squinting her white eyes, she could barely make out objects in the darkness. Using these vague shapes, she could assume she was in some sort of lab. She rose up from the floor and felt around for an exit.

Crash

The sound of glass hitting the floor set off an alarm. Before there was any time to react, the Insidious Six had entered the room; suited up and ready to go.

“Who are you. How’d you get in.” Octavius spoke up. All arms locked and ready to attack Spot at any moment.

“Call me The Spot.” She smiled nervously, hands in the air. “And as to your question, well I couldn’t really explain how I got here.”

“I say we keep it.” Rhino said, rubbing his eyes. “It’s late anyway and I’m tired.” He whined.

“Oh quit your whining.” Mysterio huffed. Spot looked over at the man with the fishbowl, the voice seeming familiar.

“Quentin?” She asked.

“How do you know my name?” He responded. Less alarmed and more genuinely intrigued.

“We roomed together back in college.”

“Johnathan?”

Everyone in the room lowered their defenses.

“You can leave us.” Quentin said with a dismissive hand wave.

“But what if-“ Shocker started off.

“We’ll be fine.” Quentin assured him. The five left the room. Spot and Quentin remained.

“What happened to you. You just disappeared one day.” Quentin wrapped his arms around Spot, hugging her.

“One could say it was an experiment gone wrong.” Spot smiled and hugged him back.

***

The whole night went by as the two caught up on their lives. It was almost as if they were roommates again back at M.I.T.

Weeks went by and Spot eventually joined the Insidious Six, turning it into the Insidious Seven. They all ran grab jobs at the bank or just went out to cause general chaos.

***

“Quentin, can I talk to you for a second.” Spot tapped Quentin’s shoulder. It was a late evening and he had just come back from a museum robbery.

“Mhm. What’s this about?” Quentin set his stuff down and made the little fishbowl part of his suit disappear.

“Your friends.” Spot said and walked with Quentin to his room. “I don’t think they take me seriously.” She said and sat down on a small sofa in the room.

“What makes you think that?” Quentin sat down next to her, crossing his legs in a high class fashion.

“I’ve heard them talking about me.” Spot looked away and to the floor. “Calling me names and whatnot. I’ve heard them talk about how weak I am.” Spot slowly closed her hands into little fists, squeezing them to prevent her from sobbing in front of her best friend. A hand gently went over one of her fists, a thumb gently stroking the skin on the back of her hand.

“Do you want me to talk to them about it?” Quentin asked, noticing how distressed Spot seemed; even though she was trying to play a cool facade. He brought her knuckles up to his face and placed a kiss on them.

“I’m not sure.” She sighed. “What if they start dragging on you.”

“They can’t drag on me. I’m the mighty Mysterio.” He smiled a prideful smile. “Without me, they’re nothing.” He shrugged.

Spot pulled her friend into a tight hug.

“Thank you.” She started to smile again. Quentin looked down at her for a split second before releasing the hug, placing two gentle hands on her face, and kissing her. Spot’s body tensed for a split second. She wasn’t expecting a kiss but at the same time she was enjoying it. Her hands drifted to his shoulders, to his dirty blonde hair.

Quentin’s lips drifted from her mouth to her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. After every little kiss he murmured some form of praise.

“You’re beautiful”

Kiss

“You’re capable”

Kiss

“You’re so smart”

Kiss

“No one here can compare to you.” He muttered while undoing the suit she wore, leaving her bare. Spot covered herself a little and looked down at the floor.

“I look like a bloody cow.” She remarked with a laugh.

“No you don’t.” Quentin ran his fingers over the skin of her back before getting up and undoing his own suit. “Is that what the other fools said?” He asked while picking Spot up and placing her on his bed.

“Mmm they also said a Dalmatian.” She responded propping herself up a little bit on the bed with her elbows. Quentin crawled on top of her and leaned his forehead against hers.

“They all look like leftover roadkill anyway” Quentin whispered and kissed her again. He took his place between her legs. His hands roamed her body, feeling her up like some kind of grand award. Her hands ran down the skin of his back, nails occasionally leaving small scratches in the flesh.

Quentin began making a trek downward. A series of kisses a bites were littered down Spot’s body. She suddenly stopped him right at her pelvis.

“Are you okay?” Quentin raised his head to look up at Spot. “We can stop if you want.” He started to back up but was stopped.

“Heavens no it’s not that it’s just uh.” Spot cleared her throat. “It’s that uh. Things aren’t exactly, uh, normal. Down there.” She glanced away from Quentin’s killer stare. His blue green eyes trying to read the expression on her face. He then glanced between her legs. What appeared to be a void was there.

Quentin looked back up at Spot, who was now covering her face in embarrassment.

“I should’ve told you sooner. I don’t know how-“ she was cut off.

“I’ll figure it out” is all Quentin said with a sly smirk before burying his head between her thighs. Everything functioned like normal is what he was learning. His stubble tickled the inside of her thighs as he ate her out like a starving man. One of her hands raked through his hair before gently grabbing onto it. Another hand grabbed the velvet sheets beneath her. Quentin’s pursuit was relentless. A hand on her waist and one on her thigh kept her from squirming too much.

Quentin glanced up at Spot to see her biting her lip to try and keep quiet. Soft sighs and whimpers were the only thing escaping behind the confines of her teeth. He pulled away a little bit, replacing his tongue with his ring and middle finger.

“Don’t be afraid of making a little noise” Quentin murmured, fingering her while kissing up the insides of her thighs.

“Mm- but what if -fuck” Spot attempted to speak. “The others.” She managed to say between breathy sighs and small moans.

“Fuck them.” Quentin kissed back up her stomach and to her neck. “They don’t matter.” He mumbled against the nape of her neck. He was taking in the whole experience. His eyes were fixated on her, watching her every reaction to his every move.

He moved his thumb to what could be assumed to be a clit. He rubbed slow circles over this. Spot could feel his snarky smile against the skin of her neck. His reaction to her melody of moans getting louder.

A few more minutes of this and Spot came. Her thighs clenched around his forearm and her back arched slightly off the bed. As soon as she rode this out, Quentin removed his hand and licked his fingers off.

“Do you want me to keep going or do you want me to stop” Quentin asked, checking up on Spot. He didn’t want to push anything too far.

“Keep going” Spot said and smiled. Quentin gave her a little nod and kissed her again.

He repositioned her on the bed, spreading her legs a littler further so he had more room.

“Ready?” Quentin brushed his lips against hers. Spot nodded and caught his lips in a kiss as he thrusted his dick into her. She moaned into the kiss and tensed against his body. Her nails dug into his back leaving cat scratches as he began his steady pace.

A chorus of moans and groans echoed in the room as the two continued their tango of lovemaking. There was no effort to cover anything up and Quentin liked that. He wanted everyone to know how special his girl is.

The pace got picked up. Spot sunk her teeth into Quentin’s shoulder, leaving a nasty bite mark. This elicited a groan from him. He continued at this brutal pace before a squeeze around his hips indicated that Spot was close to her high.

“Cmon sweetheart.” Quentin grumbled out in a husky tone. A few minutes later, Spot spiraled over the edge. Quentin pulled out and peppered kisses up her neck.

“Could you hold out for one more?” He mumbled and pecked her lips. She nodded with a dopey smile. “That’s my girl.” Quentin winked.

He positioned her so she was on her side. He got on his side, facing her. He lifted her leg and thrusted his dick back into her. Their lips joined together into more passionate, moan filled kisses. To the average person passing the room, they’d think some erotic movie was playing.

This went on for a while. The two of them littering each other with marks of passion. Quentin and his unrelenting thrusts. Spot and her want to stay like this with him forever.

Soon Quentin was reaching his high, as was Spot.

“Quentin….” Spot moaned against his neck.

“Mhmmm..” Quentin managed to breathe out and glanced down at Spot. “Just hold out for me a little bit, sweetheart.” He mumbled out. A few more sloppy thrusts later and he was sent over the edge, as was Spot.

After he caught his breath, Quentin pulled out. He wrapped his arms around Spot, who was already half drifting off asleep.

“Baby we need to shower.” Quentin whispered and kissed Spot on the forehead, brushing back her hair with his hand.

“Hmm?” Spot looked up at him with half lidded eyes.

“We need to shower.” Quentin repeated with a chuckle.

“Laterrrr.” Spot slurred out. Quentin picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He held her up for the whole shower in case she fell. After that, they both went back to bed. Quentin practically engulfed Spot in an embrace so she could sleep comfortably. Spot had already drifted off to sleep as soon as she hit the pillows.

#marvel #shitpost #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #quentin beck #jonathan ohnn #the spot #spiderman #spider man #rare pair #crack ship

[cocainehours]

i feel like i’ve consumed every single quentin beck fanfic in existence and i NEED MORE. WHERE are my people that write for quentin beck?

#jake gyllenhaal #quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal smut

[starcchild]

crossing the line - ikau au one-shot

((this is 18+ - no sm.ut, but it’s still ns;fw))

Carter’s heart was in her throat, her breathing shallow. Her head light and fuzzy from the alcohol and lack of space between them. Her hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter tightly - unable to move. Unwilling to move.

“Tell me to stop,” Quentin whispered, his voice hoarse. Almost strained. His breath hot against her neck. “Tell me to stop and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

She should. She knew she should. Knew if she said something, anything, he’d back off and apologize and give her space. Knew he wouldn’t push or accuse her of leading him on. Knew they would pretend this never happened. But...

A shaky breath fell from her lips, and she was all too aware of how his hands rested just above her knees. All too aware of the way one of his thumbs rubbed slowly against her leg. All too aware of how it felt like electricity running through her veins from his touch alone. Of the way heat coiled tight in her lower belly, and--

“You’re- you’re drunk,” Carter said - her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t bother to try and control her stutter. Not when he knew about it. Not when he was fine with it. “Quentin...”

He lifted his head away, his blue eyes as clear as ever as he searched her gaze intently. His stare enough to make her stomach flip in the best way possible. “No, I’m not, Carter,” he murmured, “and you know that. I know what we’re doing.”

I know what we’re doing.

She swallowed thickly - her mouth suddenly dry. Unable to tear her gaze away. He was right. Neither of them were drunk. Tipsy, perhaps, but... not drunk. Still coherent enough to know what was happening. “I- I could hur-hurt you.” But, even as she spoke, she parted her legs so he could step between them - so he could step closer - and she felt the air catch in her lungs as she leaned in closer. Her forehead barely touching his. “You- you know who- who I- I am, Quentin.”

He nodded - the movement barely noticeable. “I do.” His gaze never wavered. Never once let hers go. “You’re Carter. Not whatever bullshit Stane fed you.”

Carter felt her heart skip a beat, struggling to focus on his answer instead of him. Of how much she wanted him. Because he just said she was her and not what she was made to be, and it was something she had so desperately wanted to hear for so long, but his hands had moved to her hips, and--

“We- we cou-could ruin what we- we have.” She swallowed dryly - watching his gaze trail down to her lips. “We’re- we’re friends...”

Quentin lifted his eyes to hers once more, and raised an eyebrow - almost looking amused. “We are,” he agreed lowly - his voice husky. “That doesn’t need to change if we do this, you know. It doesn’t...” 

As he trailed off, he brushed his cheek against hers, and Carter inhaled sharply as she felt his breath against her ear - her stomach twisted as he nipped at the lobe. Instinctively, she gripped his upper arms, doing her best to keep her breathing as even as she could, and shivered as he pressed a slow kiss beneath her ear. Fuck. She couldn’t say no to this. She didn’t want to say no to this. 

Carter let out a shuddering breath as he began to kiss along her jawline - slowly pulling back as his lips brushed against her chin. Her heart began to beat faster, the heat in her belly almost unbearable, and she shivered again as she felt one of his hands slip beneath her shirt. “G-god, Quentin, I...”

He hummed in response, his gaze meeting hers once more before he kissed the corner of her lips, and moved back down to her jaw and to her neck, and--

A whimper fell from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as he kissed at her neck - his hand rubbing her bare skin over her hip. “Quentin,” she breathed, her grip on him tightening as she leaned further into his touch. Desperate for more. “Fuck, ple-please don’t... don’t- don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Quentin kissed her neck again - his own breathing ragged as he trailed hot kisses across her throat. “No... Fuck, definitely not. Not...”

His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her closer so their bodies were flush, and Carter couldn’t stop herself from moaning as he bit at her throat - her head tilting back as she panted. But her hands dropped down to his waist as she fumbled for his belt. Another moan falling from her lips as he nipped at her throat again before kissing over the same spot roughly. “D-don’t...”

He grunted in response as his hand slipped free from beneath her shirt, and she whined as his hands fell to her thighs. “Got it,” he rasped - voice trembling as breathed heavily against her skin. “No marks. But, fucking hell, Carter, you’d look so good with them...”

She bit her lip to keep from moaning in response - shuddering as she felt him begin to undo her jean’s button and zipper, and she lowered her head as she opened her eyes to undo his belt, but felt her breath catch in her throat as she caught his gaze. “No-not where the- the others can see- see them. Bu-but... ah... may-maybe...”

Carter trailed off, and, without thinking, lifted her hands to his face and kissed him - her eyes squeezing shut - and shivered as he groaned against her lips. Feeling as though she couldn’t breathe as he eagerly returned it. 

But he broke it and jerked his head back, causing her to gasp as she caught her breath, and he licked his lips as he stared at her - pupils dilated. “Lift,” he ordered - a near growl in his voice. His tone making her feel a new wave of need wash over her. “I think we’ve teased each other enough.”

#mun writes #ns;fw #((*sweats* my hand slipped #aNYWAY idk if this gonna be actual ikau canon or not!! but I;;; wanted to write this sdgfhjfsdkj #there's no smut in this btw!! but it's;;; heavily implied fdsgkjfsdg)) #ikau things #c; Quentin Beck #carterio au #alcohol tw #((also this is not ikauv!Quentin! this is more canon Quentin!))

[maxislvt]

helloo, first off i love your work ! second, this may or may not be a request but- imagine dark!wanda x spidey!reader, post no way home where r is one of the avengers sent to stop wanda on her rampage. r gets captured by wanda though and turns out wanda remembers r’s identity. she had a crush on r since civil war and now that she has r all to herself…😳

“i’m going to ruin you”

warnings: womb tattoos, coercion, manipulation, spiderperson typical quips in really bad situations, no smut

got a little carried away, whoops!

The last few months of your life have been awful.

Life had been pretty stable for the most part. Trying to balance college, being a superhero duo with your adoptive brother, and the newfound freedom of adulthood was a lot to say the least. Then some big alien freak came along and ruined everything. You and Peter left Aunt May behind for five years.

For better or for worse, you and Peter didn't age. Peter still had his senior year ahead of him and you were only 24. So you both tried to make the most of that.

You were supposed to chaperone your little brother's senior trip through Europe. All you wanted to do was help Peter enjoy the last few months of youth he had before being shipped off to college. Of course, fate had other plans and the trip was interrupted by another cataclysmic event. One unpredictable turn after another. Then suddenly everyone knew your secret identity.

Quentin Beck was a hero and you were half of the duo that killed him.

One edited video and suddenly the whole world was against you and your brother. It was a target on your back you had no way of getting off your back. The magical escape you thought you'd found was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Universes nearly collided. Three versions of your brother. Two other versions of you. Villains the two of you tried and failed to rehabilitate. A moment of complete darkness for your brother A dead aunt. So much fighting. So much pain. All of it for nothing. At the end of it all, everyone was forced to forget about you and Peter. No more full rides to dream colleges and no more "Amazing Spider Kids". It was just the two of you in a shitty Downton apartment at a community college neither of you really wanted to attend, but that didn't stop you two from trying to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

That need to protect everything and everyone seemed to get you in bigger trouble.

America Chavez. Barely 15 years old, alone in the multiverse, and no one to trust. Her powers and life experience were beyond you — you couldn't even take credit for defeating whatever monster that was chasing her — but you wanted her safe. You foolishly thought that it'd be as simple as finding a hero that could mentor her. Magic wasn't your strong suit. Yet, you still helped America try to escape the claws of the Scarlet Witch along with Doctor Strange.

In the midst of a heated chase, the witch's focus seemed to have shifted. Your mask was ripped by a piece of metal and you could feel the witch's eyes on you. Since you were more focused on protecting America, you decided to send The Scarlet Witch on a goose chase. You and a magical body double of the girl. Unfortunately, you could only run for so long. You didn't bother fighting when you were captured. All you could do was put on a brave face as you were somehow teleported back to your universe. You assumed the witch had gotten a decent portion of America's powers. That worried you, but unfortunately you had to prioritize your personal safety for a moment.

The witch must've known you were too weak to run away because she didn't even bother tying you down. She just stood over you and examined your face. You were nervous and confused to say the least. "So, uh, do you always stand over sacrificial young adults in such a compromising way or am I special?" You quipped. It was a real misfortune your mouth tended to run more when you were nervous. Your heart almost exploded when she reached out for your mask. "Hey, hey! Have some respect for a man's secret identity, will you?" You shouted, trying to push her hands away.

Automatic reflexes were nothing against magic and you were unmasked and it sent your spider senses spiraling.

"You remember me."

"Of course,I remember you. Do you not remember me?"

The airport. Tony had you and Peter flown out for a top secret field mission, that's what he told you at least. You weren't sure what you were fighting for, but you remember the battle clearly. Some guy had grown to a hundred feet tall. You fought some guy with a metal arm. Then someone suddenly started throwing cars. They had all missed you and went straight for Tony, but it was still scary. After the battle, you learned the name of all the people you fought. The weird one, as Tony described her, was named Wanda Maximoff. It's scary how your life had become so eventful that you'd forgotten that whole experience. Well, you couldn't blame yourself for not recognizing her considering the drastic change in her appearance.

"Yeah," You said bitterly, "you threw a car garage at my mentor."

"Your mentor made the bombs that destroyed my home country and had me jailed for powers I didn't ask for."

That was the first time a villain had left you truly speechless. Tony wasn't like that. Was he?It was a lot to process and that wasn't made any easier with the icy cold hand caressing your cheeks. "If you're going to drop an information bomb, can you at least give me a second to —" Your sentence was cut short by her thumb slipping into your mouth. Wanda had managed to slip past your spider senses. It was odd considering you were definitely not calm nor did you trust her.

"I figured he didn't bother telling you the whole truth," Wanda's voice had gotten low and seductive. Her thumb pressed down on your tongue as she continued to monologue. Your squirming didn't phase her at all. "I could hear your thoughts the moment you stepped foot in the airport. So loud and frantic, but nothing but innocence and desire for approval. It's a shame I wasn't able to see you again after that. I was lost in a hex of my own deepest desires and do you know what was there?" A smile spread across her lips as she felt you relax out of curiosity. "The two of us, happily married with two children, and living in New Jersey."

The statement made you jump and start fighting again. Married with kids was definitely not on your list of goals in the next few months, living in New Jersey just sounded dreadful. You managed to get her thumb out of your mouth just long enough to speak. "I'm sorry to hear about your crazy magic thing, I'm not ready to settle down yet. Maybe come back in six years once I've graduated, yeah?"

Wanda binded your wrists with magic. Her hand came down on your cheek with all the strength she had. Despite her frustration, she was happy to see you were still as witty and innocent as the day you two met. "I think I have a plan you'll like." She smirked as she summoned the darkhold. It opened on its own. The book turned towards you and translated itself so you could understand it. "Your innocence," she said before ripping you suit, "and your body in exchange for the girl's safety."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It certainly wasn't a fair deal, even more unfair once you looked over the spell presented to you. A womb tattoo magically etched into your skin that would give Wanda complete control over your libido, orgasms, and a bunch of other depraved things you hadn't even heard of before. Wanda definitely wasn't the woman you imagined would take your virginity, but it wasn't an offer you could refuse. Strange wasn't strong enough to defeat Wanda and letting America die wasn't an option in your mind.

You put on as brave a face as you could before speaking, "If you so much as lay a finger on that girl, the deal is off." Your voice faltered at the feeling of Wanda's lips pressed against your neck. A moan nearly escaped your lips when Wanda's hands began exploring your body. The skin of your lower stomach began to tingle. This was it. This was how you lost your virginity.

Wanda's lips curled into a smile. A real one that showed off her perfectly white bunny teeth. She was no longer concerned with America. You were all she needed now.

"I'm going to ruin you," She whispered, "and you're going to enjoy every moment of it."

You wanted her to be wrong. You wanted so badly to hate the way her hands felt against your bruised skin and the softness of her lips on your neck, but you couldn't. Months without affection left your body desperate for any form of human touch. It is shameful and almost disgusting.

"Shh, I'll treat you right. Just be good for me."

#panther speaks #anon #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda fanfic #dark!wanda maximoff #panthers drabbles

[gyll-yee-haw]

Jake Masterlist (part 2)

Mob!Jake

Punishment

Jealous

Taking care of your bruises

Jake's characters

Detective Loki

Smut:

Teach me

Dangerous Game

Bad cop

Ungrateful

Bad girl

Teasing him at work

He's jealous

Fluff:

The first “I love you”

The Storm

He’s tired

You lose a pet (angst + fluff)

Dad!David

Babysitting

Billy Hope

Smut:

Size kink

Mysterio/Quentin Beck

Fluff:

You get hurt

Multiverse: Two Quentins (smutish)

Pregnant!Reader

You're sad

Smut:

The one and only

The most brilliant student

You learn so fast

Loyalty

The Assistant

Villainous duo

Coworkers

Sexual tension

Thigh riding

Friends with benefits

Breeding kink

Innocence kink

Mob!:

Spoiled

Angst: 

He loses you and your daughter

Louis Bloom

Smut: 

Manipulative

Fast learner

Cockwarming

Tall reader

Finding out who he really is

Donnie Darko

Fluff/Smut:

Boyfriend

Keeping him safe

Donnie doesn't know when to stop

Depressed!reader

He's obsessed with u

Unprotected sex (College!Donnie)

Squirt

Mean! Donnie

Morf Vandewalt 

Smut: 

Concept

Bi!Morf

Sam Hall

Smut/Fluff

Childhood friends

Childhood friends part 2

Holden/Tom

Fluff

Concept

Adam x Reader x Anthony

Smut:

The two of you

Adam Bell

Smut

You’re his best girl

Elwood Dalton

Dalton's rules

Preferences (including a few characters)

7 minutes

Lip plumper

Pillow talk

More Jake works on Jake Masterlist part. 1

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal fanfic

[gyllenhaalstories]

MASTERLIST SORTED BY JAKE'S CHARACTERS

last update: march 27

with the new theme, i decided to do a bit of housekeeping! below the read more, you will find a list of all of the CHARACTER related fics. it can be nice to find your way through the rpf, but it's also helpful for me to keep track of which character i wrote for. i will update this post from time to time with new fics and potentially new characters! (divider credits: @/saradika-graphics)

DO NOT REPOST, STEAL OR COPY my fics. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Tommy Cahill

Look In The Mirror (smut)

Snowed In (smut)

Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (smut)

Jamie Randall

Oh So Charming (smut)

Very Trainable (smut)

Detective Loki

Cell Block Tango (smut) 

Something to Rely On (fluff)

Fortune Cookie (smut)

Davis Mitchell

Tu es Jolie (smut)

Pillow Talk (fluff)

Jerry Brinson

Works Like a Charm (smut)

Morf Vandewalt

Blue Velvet (smut)

Quentin Beck

High Horse (angst)

Joe Baylor

To Be So Lonely (smut)

To Be So Lonely Part 2 (smut)

Danny Sharp

Set Fire to The Rain (smut)

Break Room (smut)

Bubble Gum (smut)

Elwood Dalton

Leg Lock (smut)

Chokehold (smut)

Elwood Dalton and plus size!reader headcanons (fluff & smut)

Freak Like Me (smut)

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #others: important #others: masterlist

[irelandking]

college athlete au fic recs

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

bucky barnes x reader

multiparts:

for the love of the game - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.  😔🔥

one shots:

my everyday - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate ❤️😔

friends for now - @buckybarnesowl

Steve, your brother from another mother, is the captain of the college soccer team. His best friend Bucky and your boyfriend Quentin Beck are on the team too. Beck’s bullshit goes too far and Bucky and Steve have had enough, pushing you to your breaking point. Seeking comfort from Steve, you find Bucky instead. ❤️😔

don't end today - @subwaysurf45

The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words. ❤️

hail mary - @barnesafterglow

when you start sneaking around with your brother’s best friend, it’s only a matter of time until you get caught ❤️

a little superstitious - @jadedvibes

The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen ❤️

touchdown - @buckyseternal

you decide to reward your boyfriend after he scores the winning touchdown. 🔥

#jock!bucky #athlete!bucky #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut

[httpscomexe]

No Way Home (Pt. 1?)

Summary: After being hard at work after defeating Thanos, Stephen Strange has been told by Fury to make sure you stay in the Sanctum Sanctorum because you’ve been having troubles controlling your powers, however, after a stressful meeting with Peter Parker, you try to help him unwind a little, but he promises to be careful with your wounds after you were hurt fighting Thanos.

Parings: Stephen Strange x Reader (Mentions of Y/N, but not during smut parts)

Warnings: Spell use, language, No Way Home scenes (Actual Dialogue), Smut (Oral, p in v, unprotected, f on birth control), fingering, wound (no description), reader makes self deprecating jokes, choking, safeword, some aftercare, little fluff.

Word Count: 4004

“I’ve been practicing magic for years, teaching you everything I know, and here we are.” I chuckle a little as Stephen sighs at your every comment.

“I asked Wong to cast the maintenance spell, he’s not the best listener.”

“Well Wong has more important duties as the sorcerer supreme.”

“He wouldn’t be the sorcerer supreme if I hadn’t blipped for 5 years.” The coffee machine made a bubbling sound as it filled the rest of his cup and he walked towards you. “I don’t really understand why they didn’t make you the sorcerer supreme.” He takes a sip of his coffee as he stares down at you,

“Because she tries escaping the sanctum. We all know she has very powerful powers, that she can’t quite control yet and we need to keep her here until we know we can trust her.” Wong walks out of the kitchen, casting a portal and walking into it. “While I’m gone, you get babysitting duties.” You scoff, you know how to control your powers, you just choose not to listen to them.

“I don’t think she needs babysitting Wong.”

“Even if she doesn’t need it, she already follows you around like a puppy already anyways.”

“Yea I’ve noticed that…” He turns to look at you with his head tilted. “You have been clinging onto me like your life depends on it haven't you? Always by my side.” He smiles a little. You were surprised he’s only just now realizing it.

I only shrug.

“Well it’s cold down here, while you’re going back and forth between portals, Y/N and I are going upstairs where it's a little warmer.” He opens a portal to the upstairs, not wanting you to slip on the stairs… again…

“Alright. You keep an eye on that girl, she’s trouble.” Wong waves a finger and you smirk so he knows you’re already up to something as you all go through a portal. 

“We are all in shock at this news today!” The lady on the TV talks and talks about everything boring as Stephen goes through some papers of research. “After this video was released from the now deceased Quentin Beck, also known as ‘Mysterio’ the entire world is shocked to see a teenage face under the famous ‘spiderman’ mask, a 17 year old Midtown high student named Peter Parker.” That’s not good.

“Oh boy.” You hear Stephen mumble behind you.

“How do you think he’s feeling about all of it” I stand up from the couch and walk towards Stephen who’s now looking at the TV as a clip from the video Mysterio recorded plays behind me.

“Well I’m sure he’s gonna find a way to make things worse. He’s on his way here right now actually.” He reaches to his right and his cape flies onto his back.

“How would you know that?”

“Y/N sweetie, I know everything.” He whispers softly into my ear, sending small butterflies through my belly as he walks past me and begins down the stairs. As I always do, I begin to follow behind him.

At the bottom of the stairs you hear a high pitched voice and Wong speaking back, and you see Stephen speaking as well. As you get halfway down the stairs, you see Peter Parker.

“The most famous person in the world, I know.” Wong enters through a portal, setting down several suitcases. “Wong.” He introduces himself quickly. “Try not to slip, we don’t have liability insurance.”

“Is all this for a holiday party?” You see Peter take a few steps forward, examining the sanctorum filled with snow and ice.

“No, one of the Rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. A blizzard blasted through.” Stephen leaves your side at the center of the staircase and floats down the steps with a coffee mug in his hands, slipping a little when he lands.

“Because someone forgot to cast the monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight.” He speaks as he reaches the last step.

“That’s right, he did, because he forgot I now have higher duties-”

“Higher duties?”

“The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes.”

“Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme-” Peter breaks their conversation and Stephen looks back at him.

“No, he got it on a technicality cause I blipped for five years.”

“Oh.” He looks at Wong. “Well, congratulations.”

Stephen starts back up. “If I’d been here, then I would have-”

“Burned the whole place down.” Wong walks in front of Stephen. “You two! No one said ‘stop shoveling’”

“So, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Stephen begins to walk to the fireplace.

“Right umm… I’m really sorry to bother you, sir, but-”

“Please, we saved half the universe together, I think we’re beyond you calling me sir.” You started to walk down the stairs to them, smiling softly at Wong as he helped the two people shovel snow.

When you enter the room, you see Stephen lighting the fireplace with some magic.

“Okay, uh, Stephen-”

“That feels weird. But I’ll allow it.”

“Uh, when, um… when Mysterio revealed my identity, my entire life got screwed up.” You stood at the entrance, staring at the fireplace with Peters back to you as he spoke. “And, I was wondering… I mean, I don’t really know if this would actually work, but I was wondering if… maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?”

“Peter, we tampered with the stability of spacetime to resurrect countless lives. You want to do it again now just cause yours got messy?”

“This isn’t- It’s not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My uh… my Aunt May. Happy. My best friend, my girlfriend… their futures are ruined. Just because they know me and they’ve… done… nothing… wrong…?” Peter pauses randomly as he finishes his sentence, you assume his spider sense is catching onto something so you use your own magic to summon some knives.

Suddenly, he quickly turns around and a string of white liquid shoots out at your left hand, sticking it to the table next to you.

“Y/N?!” Peter walks towards you when he realizes who it is. “Oh my God, I thought you were dead!” He gets closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yea, hey Pete.” He hugs you tighter and you use your free hand so gently hug him back.

“Have you been here the whole time?” He finally pulls away from you, both of his hands gently rest on your shoulders. “Sorry I shot a web at your hand, I guess my spider sense still recognizes you as Martyr.” You took a deep breath when he said that name. You haven’t been Martyr for a long time. Just as Bucky hasn’t been The Winter Soldier for a long time, but yet you both still have to be locked up in separate places.

“Well that’s unfortunate isn’t it Peter?” I mumble and Peter lets go of me, easily ripping the web fluid off my hand. “Good thing I’m not anymore, or I swear I wouldn’t be stuck in the sanctum right now.” Peter looks down at you confused. Then he looks up at Stephen.

“Why isn’t she allowed to leave?”

“Because she’s not completely safe yet. Last time we tried bringing her to the store so she could get something for her drawings, she lashed out on a random civilian because they accidentally ran into her backside with their shopping cart.” He sighs and looks at you. You were smiling, clearly proud of yourself. “You should’ve seen the look of fear on that poor womans face as Y/n-”

“Okay, I think you and Peter were talking about something more important before he almost attacked me, Strange.” I cut him off, not wanting to relive the embarrassing memory.

“Right, I am so sorry Peter, but even if I wanted to… I don’t have the Time Stone Anymore.” Strange drops the subject quickly and refocuses on Peter.

“That’s right.” He groans a little. “I’m really sorry if I wasted your time.”

“No, you didn’t-”

“Forget about it.” Behind you, Wong picks up his suitcases and joins the conversation again.

“Oh, he will. He’s very good at forgetting things.”

There's a pause.

“Wong, you've actually generated a good idea…”

“What?”

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?” Peter looked at Strange questionably.

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?”

“Oh, it’s just a standard spell of forgetting. It won’t turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man.”

“Seriously? That would be-” Your heart beated quickly when Peter's interest rose in Kof-Kol. You and Wong both spoke at the same time.

“No, not seriously!” Wong turns from you to Strange. “That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’ve used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?”

“No…?”

“Exactly.” Strange waits for a moment before speaking again. He doesn’t even bother addressing you since you weren’t anywhere near being allowed to tell him no. “Come on. Wong… hasn’t he been through enough?”

You watch as Wong's face softens, behind him, another portal opens to Kamar-Taj. “Just leave me out of this.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Wong enters the portal and it closes quickly behind him. Then Strange turns to Peter and has a friendly grin on his face.

The scene in the ancient chamber plays. Strange attempts to cast the spell, Peter keeps changing it mid spell, Strange gets mad at Peter.

Upstairs, everything starts shaking and you look over as a relic falls apart when one of the apprentices tries to hold onto it for support. You quickly make your way down to make sure everything is alright.

“Did it work?” Your voice shook as you looked around and saw Strange visibly angered.

“No. He changed my spell six times-”

“Five times.” You both looked over at Peter who now looked nervous again.

“You changed my spell! You don’t do that! I told you-” He looks at the trapped spell in the centre of the room. “And that is why!” You all look towards the orb with the tiny spell inside. “That spell was completely out of control. If I hadn’t shut it down, something catastrophic could have happened!”

“Stephen, listen, I am so sorry-” "Peters voice shakes.

“Call me sir”

Everything is quiet for a moment as you watch the exchange, already developing a way to talk to Strange who you felt was being way too hard on Peter.

“Sorry, sir…” Peter mumbled.

“You know, after everything we’ve been through together, somehow I always forget you’re… you’re just a kid.” You watch as Peter looks down, clearly feeling ashamed of himself. “Look, Parker.” His tone softens. “The problem is not Mysterio. It’s you.” You shoot Strange a daring look, he knows he’s already pressing too far on Peter. “Trying to live two different lives, and the longer you do that the more dangerous it becomes, believe me.” He pauses for a moment. “I’m so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college. But if they rejected you, and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there’s nothing else you can do.” We all stand in silence for a moment and we watch as Peter's face changes slightly.

“When you say “Convince them” you mean like I could have called them?”

“Yea.”

“I can do that?”

“You haven’t called the-”

“Well I mean, I got their letter and I assumed that that was-” You finally cut in.

“I’m sorry, are you telling us that you didn’t think to call and plead your case with them first before you asked Strange to brainwash the entire world?” I asked him more calmly than Strange would have.

“Well, I mean, when you put it like that, then-.”

_____

“I can’t believe that kid. He’s fought a giant purple goblin, and he can’t think of calling a college and talking to them for reconsideration?” He speaks angrily and you follow him into his room.

“You know, I think I might be able to get into the college if I applied.” You watch as he sits on the edge of his bed. “I mean, I’m basically also twenty-three just like Peter, just a bit more complicated.”

“Complicated because you've been a runaway since you were 8, then blipped at 17?”

“Yea complicated because of that.” You put your knees on his bed and make your way behind him. “But you’re way too hard on him, you’re hard on me too.”

“Not as hard on you as I am on him though, I could never yell at you.” You sit up on your knees and place both of your hands on his shoulders, starting to gently massage his muscles.

“You’ve yelled at me plenty of times before Mr. Strange.” I whisper close to his ear and continue to massage him.

“Yes but that was before we all fought a giant grape.” He sighs a little and tilts his head slightly to the side, taking a deep breath as your hands begin to relax his muscles. “And if I can remember clearly, you used your powers to heal Stark. And you also used your powers to find Thanos.” He leans back a little against your front. “Tell me, if it wasn’t your dad who used the glove, if it was someone else like Clint or Scott, would you still have used your powers to save them?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well because when you use your Saint, you're taking the pain out of their body and putting it into your own body, and you also move their wounds from theirs to yours.”

“Well, I still would’ve Sainted them. Maybe not you though.” You giggle a little as he turns around and grabs you by the waist.

“Oh really?” You reach down to try pulling his hands off of your waist, laying back as he presses forward on top of you.

“No of course not really.” You laugh as he lays on top of you with one of his knees between your thighs. “You should consider telling Fury that it’s safe for me to leave. I know how to control my powers…”

“Yea, you do, but the second you leave the Sanctum I won’t be able to find you again unless you come to find me for something.” He moves until he's stradling your legs, one of his hands is pressed onto your lower abdomen, and his other hand rests on his thigh as he sits back on his heels.

“Well yea, I like to have my freedom.” You sigh a little as he leans down slowly and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, making you smile softly.

“You have your freedom as long as you’re by my side.” He gently moves his hand down to the end of your shirt and slowly glides his hand carefully over your stomach. “You know.” His voice drops to a whisper as he pauses for a moment and runs his hand over your smooth skin. “You were 17 during the blip… does that make it still wrong for me to touch you? Or will you consider yourself to be twenty-two for me?” He grins as he leans down again, his lips gently brushing against your cheek and gently trailing along your jaw and neck.

“I can be twenty-two for now… If you want.” You feel your body heating up and you’re sure he could smell you.

“You smell so sweet…” He mumbles as he leans back to press kisses to your stomach and thighs.

Thanks to your powers and the way you were built, when you're turned on, people can smell your arousal no matter how heightened their senses are. One of the reasons you feel awkward around Steve and Barnes.

You could feel his tongue slowly trail wet licks between your thighs. His large hands caressing your thighs and gently moving up to grab your hips.

“You look so beautiful…” He lays one more kiss to your stomach as he leans back up and connects his lips to yours in a long kiss. You reach up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close as he wraps one of his arms around the back of your waist to lift your body against his.

“You know you’re really pretty too…?” You whisper softly with a quiet laugh as he chuckles and lays more kisses to your neck, making you involuntarily arch your back up to get closer to him. Now you could really feel your body heating up. Your lips part slightly as you start to breathe more heavily, and he admired your breasts move slightly as your chest moved up and down. You blush when you see him lick his bottom lip like a starved lion and you were his prey.

“Are you feeling any better? Or do I still have to wait…” You look down a little as you watch him run his hand down to where you were stabbed while fighting Thanos.

“I think I’ll be fine, just be careful if you grab my waist.” With that, he wraps both arms behind my back and moves me until we’re both lying on the bed.

“Remind me of our safeword, my rose…” He speaks softly as he begins to unbutton your blouse and skirt.

“Jumanji.”

“We really need to work on your safeword…” As soon as he finishes speaking, you feel something wrap around your wrists and you look up to see a string of his orange magic attach both of your wrists to the bed.

Fuck

He admired how you looked. Strapped down on his bed as he towered over you.

“You are so fucking perfect you know that?” He growls a little as he grinds against your thigh, his hard length making you whimper a little. 

“You don’t have to sweet talk me to turn me on you know…”

“I’m just speaking the truth.”

“That’s not the truth.” He reaches up and grabs onto your chin almost painfully and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Y/N.” His voice was daring. “You’re beautiful and if you ever start to think otherwise, I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t even comprehend what the word ugly even means. I’ll have you screaming my name and telling me how beautiful you are then when you finally believe I’ll bend you over until you apologise for ever believing you’re not.” He stares into your eyes a moment longer before pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

You kissed for what felt like hours, and honestly you wished it had never stopped.

When he felt your legs open from under him, he couldn’t resist touching you. His hand slid down until he could feel your sensitive skin. “Fuck” He mumbled as he began to rub over your clit with his fingers, making your hips buck up in response.

“Please…” you breathe quietly as his fingers spread you lips, playing with your clit as you continue to buck against his hand, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he leans down, removes your panties, and roughly brings his tongue down to lick you from your opening to your clit. Repeating the movement two more times before diving his tongue into you, tasting your sweet hole.

“You always taste so fucking good…” He begins to lean back up your body, rubbing the bulge in his pants against your thigh before running his hand down and rubbing your clit again, teasing your entrance with one of his fingers before pushing two of his fingers into your hole. “Fucking perfect…” He curls his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside of you that drives you wild while his thumb runs rough circles over your clit.

He began to plunge his two fingers in and out of you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

You began to moan more wildly as his movements became more urgent and you felt a familiar heat rise inside of your lower stomach.

The more you moved, the more he struggled to keep you still. He leans up a little, placing his free hand on your hip to hold you down as he adds a finger to your tight hole. “Cum for me little rose… cum on my fingers like a good girl…” His voice makes your head go foggy and your eyes flutter. You throbbed as you felt the pleasure course through you, rushing through you like a waterfall, and you whined at the feeling of his fingers leaving your hole. Making you lay there in breathy moans.

You watch as he brings his finger up to his lips and licks your arousal off his fingers, then he leans his face over yours, pressing a gently kiss to your temple, then pulling back and resting his hand over your throat before pressing down with his weight onto your throat, making you gasp. “Open.” He demands.

As you open your mouth, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, then leans back to spit into your mouth, moving a little with one of his hands still circling your throat and his other hand gently resting on your waist. “Swallow.”

And you did.

As much as you hated it when people saw you as vulnerable and weak, you swallow his spit. “Good girl..” He growls as he finally positions himself between your legs and you whine as you feel the tip of his cock against your hole, before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Stay quiet, he doesn’t like it when you’re loud during the day.

“Stay quiet…” He growls quietly into your ear before beginning to slowly move inside of you, easily brushing himself against your G-spot everytime he moves, making you arch your back off the bed, begging for more movement as you moan quietly.

“Shhh… M’not goin n’y faster n’til I know y’can take me slow…” He mumbles, continuing to move slowly inside of you, being careful not to grip your waist where you had been hurt.

After you stayed quiet for a few moments, he began to move more quickly, pulling out before slamming back into you.

“Fuck you’re so perfect…” He gently grabbed onto your hip with one hand, and squeezed your throat tighten with his other hand, making your moans become more desperate.

Suddenly you feel warm, and your body starts to shake as you feel yourself come close to another orgasm.

“Fuck, rosey, you feel so good… cum on my cock…” He squeezes your throat tighter, making you gasp a little for air. “Fuck, please tell me you’re still on birth control…” He leans up a little, releasing your throat and pressing both of his hands flat onto your waist, causing a wave of pain to shoot through your body as he accidentally presses his palm onto your wound, but it quickly numbs as it’s mixed with the next orgasm that tears through your body and you feel a warm liquid fill my hole as he carefully pulls out.

“Fuck I’m sorry if that hurt…” He gently runs his hand over the large bandage covering your wound.

“M’ okay…” You mumble. “M’ okay…”

“Okay.” He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he stands up off the bed and walks into the bathroom, coming back out with a warm towel.

With the wave of his hand, the magic that was restraining your wrists disappears and he kneels next to you on the bed, gently cleaning both of your liquids off your thighs.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go Y/N” He finishes cleaning the mess and watches as you sit up.

“I don’t mind never leaving…” You mumble. He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your lips, you smile and kiss him back.

“I love you, rose bud…”

“Love you too…”

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Six: He's Got A Soul As Sweet As Blood Red Jam

Summary: Peter may seem like a big tough gangster to the rest of the world but he's still that soft boy from Queens underneath it all.

Warnings: 18+ Only, eventual smut (like real soon), slight fluff and jokes, this is mostly plot, character and world building

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: This is basically just world building and further character development but still does a lot to bridge the gap between our lovers with their one to one dinner date. Expect some more name dropping and greater universe references and a lot of links back to our initial prologue and Peter's origins of friendly neighbourhood super hero to mob boss. Also title comes from the second verse of Lana Del Rey's Off To The Races, wanted to use both lines but it would have been too long. Anyway enjoy!

SIX

Peter had organised Miguel to drop the two of them off at F.E.A.S.T an hour later. The acronym stood for food, emergency, aid, shelter, training. It was a community outreach hub for the homeless or those in need. They had set multiple buildings up across the city under the banner when Peter first switched from being the friendly neighbourhood crime fighting vigilante to being a criminal in his own right. He still wasn’t like all those other guys though. Guys like her Father, Dr Octavious or even Quentin Beck. Whereas all those guys were solely out for themselves, Peter had never forgotten his roots or his mission to help his community. No, he was more like a Robin Hood figure. At least 50% of his annual profit always went back to the people.

And she had been there with him to set the whole thing up. After that first conversation they’d had all those years ago in the darkness of her college dorm room, they went back and forth for hours about what the people really need. Thus F.E.A.S.T was born.

They climbed out of the car and Miles quickly went round to open the trunk, to a mass of pink cake boxes. They quickly began to unload them from the car. Miles held out his arms and Angel stacked one box on top of the other until they were up to his eyeline. She took the final box out of the trunk before closing the boot. She shot a quick look of thanks Miguel’s way before her and Mile’s made their way to the door.

Her fingers quickly rooted around in her blazer pocket for the set of keys Peter had given her, her fingers holding a fob up to the side door of the building. There was a low buzz as the door unlocked and they shuffled their way inside with the boxes.

“Hey Karen.” Angel said, greeting a strawberry blonde woman as she made her way towards the same door her and Mile’s had just come through.

“Hey!” Karen beamed upon seeing her, an arm quickly raising to wrap around Angel’s shoulder. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It’s complicated.” Angel briefly responded. “How’s Matt?” 

“Oh, you know how he is, always takes on too many clients and never leaves himself enough time.”

“We’ll have to catch up properly soon.” Angel beamed.

“Yes. We definitely will. Look I’ve gotta run, I’ve gotta get some paperwork over to city hall before they close, but it was great seeing you.” Karen spoke joyfully as she wrapped Angel into her arms once more.

“Yeah, and you.” Angel concluded their conversation as Karen began to make her way to the door, buzzing herself out.

“Okay… so where are we putting these?” Miles asked, motioning to the boxes he was beginning to get frustrated with holding, after all, pink was not his colour.

She rolled her eyes before saying, “This way.” as she began to walk through the familiar halls. 

Not much had changed since the last time she had been there. Maybe some of the faces, but she was still surprised to see so many familiar ones. Particular Nurses who saw patients with doctors in special designated consultation rooms, all paid for by the Benjamin Parker foundation, little kids who enjoy coming and hanging out in the rec rooms recognising her, smiling and waving as she passed them.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi.” she’d say back.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi!” It was like that all the way down to the food hall. A large canteen that served regular hot meals for anyone in need, whether you were living on the streets, struggling for money or simply had no idea how to cook. It was a bustling hub of life and community. Mothers talking over cups of coffee as their kids bonded and played together. Newly divorced men looking for someone to talk to and sharing a table with those who called the streets their home as they swapped life stories. It was her favourite place in the world and her proudest achievement in life.

They set the boxes down on a free table along the back wall, opening them up to display the fresh goods. There was a sudden thud to her side as a small girl collided with her thigh, her small arms reaching to wrap around her waist. 

“Angel!” the girl beamed, “You came back.”

Angel recognised the young girl immediately. She had grown a fair bit since she had last seen her at the shelter. “Of course I did.” Angel beamed as her arms instinctively wrapped around her. “Look how much you’ve grown.” Angel commented.

“Look, I’ve got a loose tooth.” The girl said proudly as she used her fingers to pull down her lower lip and show it off.

“Oh wow. You make sure you take good care of it and that it gets to the tooth fairy okay, yeah?”

“I will.” she beamed before she ran off back towards her mother who politely smiled and waved in her direction from her seat at one of the tables.

“Wow, you really know everyone here.” Miles interjected as she continued to watch the young girl as she joined another little girl at a smaller coloring table.

“Believe it or not Miles, this used to be my livelihood. I used to come down and spend so many of my days here helping out. Veronica was actually born here.” She said motioning to the little girl who kept looking back and smiling at her.

“You don’t say.” Miles said with a smile as he finally began to relax.

“It’s my favourite place in the world.” she said fondly. “Come on, I’ll give you the proper tour.”

They walked around the halls together as she gave him the grand tour of all three floors. As well as the already mentioned doctor’s rooms, cafeteria, common rooms and childrens playrooms, there were counselling suites and consultation rooms for legal advice. The second floor had a community hall with regular classes from toddler groups to self defence lessons. The whole top floor was dedicated to the homeless project that provided emergency beds for those rough sleeping whether on site there at the hub or being relocated to one of the apartment buildings they had bought out as temporary accommodation until they could get their feet back on the ground.

They sat and talked to people in the communities, helped out staff where they could and overall tried to inject some light into people's lives amongst the darkness.

“Hey.” a familiar voice said behind her as Veronica, who had just come and given her a picture she had drawn for her, ran back to the coloring table.

“Heeyy!” she beamed softly as she turned around to find her husband.

His hand tenderly braced itself against her lower back and she couldn’t help but melt into his warm touch. She had become so wrapped up in what she was doing, she had almost completely forgotten everything else that had come to pass. The way that everyone had opened their arms to her made her feel like the last three years had never happened, let alone the last 4 hours she had spent there.

“I went back to May’s apartment but you weren’t there.”

“No.” she smiled fondly.

The whole moment felt so domestic, reminding him of days gone by where he would pick her up on Friday afternoons, a moment for him to show his own face and see all of the hard work that was continuing to be carried out with his money. He turned his head around the room looking for Miles, only to find him sitting on a tiny chair next to a little boy on a purple bean bag, playing with the new playstation that had recently been acquired.

“I’m assuming all of the baked goods are gone?” he asked, attempting to keep civil conversation and find good ground between them.

“Actually I think there might be a cupcake or two still in there if you want one.”

They smiled fondly at one another. He had to admit, despite all of the shit he ended up being involved with on a day to day basis, whenever he came back here, seeing families and communities thrive, it made it all worth it,

“You ready to get out of here and go for that dinner?” He asked softly.

She silently nodded as she found herself suddenly drowning in his honey brown eyes. Those soft eyes. The ones he used to look at her with back when they first met. Back when he would sneak into her dorm room. His gaze would soften like molten honey, a sickly sweet sensation always pulling her in as he told her how beautiful she was, his Angel. “Yes.” she finally said slowly, finding her voice. It was barely audible above the noise of the room, but she knew he heard it.

“Yo, Miles!” Peter hollered across the room to him, causing the younger gentleman’s ears to prick up, his head turning slightly, but his eyes never left the screen. “You’re free, man, go home.”

“Yeah, okay, just a minute!” he called back, “I just gotta win this race.”

“Nu uh.” the young boy next to him replied before Miles playfully bumped the kids shoulder with his own.

Angel couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the exchange as she grabbed her blazer off the back of a chair as they left.

-

When they got out onto the street Angel had expected to find Miguel outside waiting for them, but instead her eyes came to rest on a black Maserati she recognised from her quick glance across the garage in their rush the night before. “Where’s Miguel?” she asked as Peter began to make his way towards the car, opening the passenger door for her. 

“I’ve got him out running an errand with Harry.” he replied as she stepped past him to slide herself into the passenger seat. “Plus, I want tonight to be just about us.” He said, his head bending down to look at her through the door frame.

“Okay, duly noted.” she replied with a curt smile before he closed the door on her. “So does that mean we’re gonna get through a whole evening without interruptions?” She asked when he climbed into the driver's seat on the other side.

He shuffled slightly in his seat before reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer for his phone making a show of putting it on aeroplane mode before handing it to her for safe keeping. She pursed her lips, attempting to keep a straight face as she looked down at the phone now turning around in her fingertips, trying not to let on how big of a deal that was for the two of them.

“So where are we going?” she asked as he clicked his seatbelt into place before starting the car up with a loud rev of the engine for good measure. She had no doubt he was showboating, trying to impress.

“Oh, now that would ruin the surprise.” he said as he quickly revved the car and sped away.

*****

They arrived 10 minutes later outside a restaurant on the upper east side called the Lemon Grove. The whole front of the building was lit with fairy lights and vines filled with fake lemons. They got out of the car and Peter tossed his keys to a waiting valet before his now free hand rested comfortably at the small of her back as he guided her to the restaurant door.

“Hi, good evening, welcome to the Lemon Grove, do you have a booking with us this evening?” a gentleman, who looked to be nearing his forties asked.

“Yes, there should be a table for two under Parker.” Peter said.

The maître d' scanned his list before saying “ahh yes, here it is. If you’d like to follow me this way.” he encouraged them as he held out a hand for them to follow him.

He led them through the bustling restaurant and over to a table tucked away to the back. He moved to pull out a chair for Angel but Peter quickly cut him off, “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” he said, wanting to make a show of putting in the effort with her after their fight earlier on he was still trying to make up for.

“Okay.” the maître d' said as he took a step back.

When Peter had stepped back around to the other side of the table and began taking his seat the maître d' stepped forward again to place the menus on either side of the table in front of them.

“Thank you.” Angel smiled, as Peter tucked his chair in.

“Can I get either of you a drink? Or would you like to take a moment to look at the wine list?” The maître d' asked, motioning to the smaller menu already on the table.

Before she had had a chance to say anything Peter hastily grabbed the wine list, scanning it over, before ordering them a bottle of an Italian Cabernet from Tuscany. 

“Coming right up, sir.” The maître d' said before walking away and leaving them to their table.

“You still love Italian food right?” Peter asked her as they both reached for their menus to start gazing over the cuisine. 

“Would you hate me if I actually said I’d gone off it.” she deadpanned from behind her menu, causing him to freeze. “I mean, living in Italy for just over two years…” she continued, seeing how far she could push him and make him squirm. She watched over the top of her menu as he swallowed uneasily. “I’m kidding Pete.” she quickly said as he met her eyes, a smile creeping across her face.

“Don’t do that.” he quickly shook his head at her, but he couldn’t hide from her the small quirk in the corner of his lip at realising he’d been had. “No.” he continued, trying to brush it off. 

“What? Spider boy can’t take a joke anymore?” she teased as she fought with the grin that wanted to take over her whole face.

“Oh no, I can take a joke.” he quickly interjects, looking to cover himself.

“Yes, of course.” she mockingly nods as he continues to get a hold of himself.

“It’s just, not often that I am the victim to them.”

“Okay.” she smirked as she continued to nod, her eyes turning back to the menu in front of her as she scanned the list of foods.

It was at that point she realised she hadn’t really eaten since their breakfast meeting this morning.

“What is it?” he quickly asked, noticing the sudden furrow to her brow, an air of concern taking over his whole body.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” She hastily responded, not wanting him to stress or feel like matters were worse than they were, as if either of them still weren’t somewhat on alert after the events of the past 24 hours, an unconscious paranoia just waiting to take over. “I just realised I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Oh.” he interjected quietly as he began to settle again.

They sat in silence for a moment as they continued to scan the menu, that unspoken paranoia sitting heavily in the middle of the table between them after his reaction that neither was sure how to shift.

“So do you know what you want?” he asked, clearing his throat slightly and breaking up the silence between them.

He watched for a moment as she flicked back and forth between pages. “Yes… no… maybe?” He can’t help but be warmed by the small questioning look on her face, one eyebrow twitching higher than the other, her head tipping slightly as she muddled over the different options in her head. It was the same look she used to get when he would watch her study for a test or when she was struggling to work something out for her thesis, back when she was still at college.

A waiter came over with their drinks and it made Peter smile when she didn’t even look up from the menu, but still reached for the glass the moment it had been sat down, swiftly bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. 

“Do we know what we’d like to order this evening?” The waiter asked as he stood patiently next to the table. 

Peter was about to ask for him to give them another moment when she closed the menu and sat it down in front of her. There was a pause as if to check she really was ready, when she said. “Off you go.” tipping her head to encourage Peter to place his order, as she once again brought her wine glass coily to her lips.

“Are we doing starters?” Peter quickly questioned her, an old habit suddenly popping into his head.

“Peter, just order.” she replied, but he could see the quirk of her lip and recognised the sudden dark gaze to her eye and knew she was up to something.

“Okay…” he hesitantly said, his head turning towards the waiter. “We’ll take the calamari and a portion of arancini to share for starters.” he began, his eyes quickly glancing back to his date for confirmation she was okay with this. She merely raised her eyebrows as she sank back in her seat, wine glass still poised in her hand, the tiniest tilt to her head encouraging him on. “Then for mains, I’ll take the sea bass…” he paused, flashing her another glance and her eyebrows rose higher still, encouraging him to surprise her and order for her. He quickly scanned back over the menu before him, re-familiarising himself with it. He smiled to himself. “She’ll have the parmigiana di melanzane, a portion of bruschetta and a small caprese salad on the side.” He said with perfect pronunciation as he ordered her a selection of their starters for her to pick and choose from like an Italian version of tapas. Once she had laid down the gauntlet he had felt her tense slightly, worrying whether or not he’d order the right thing, but upon making the order, he could feel her energy begin to relax, a smile forming on her lips again.

“Is that everything, sir?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I think it is.” Peter said with a smile dismissing the waiter who quickly took their menus from them before heading to the kitchen with their order.

There was a pause between them as Peter took a sip of his wine and they tried to work out what to talk about. 

“How’s your shoulder?” Peter asked her as she folded her hands into her lap.

“It’s okay. A little tender but, it’s fine.” Her fingers automatically reached for the shoulder in question but quickly lowered her hand back into her lap.

“How bad was the house?” she asked. Peter noticed there was a slight hesitancy to her question, as if it pained her to think about.

“It’s gonna take a bit of work but-”

“Do you think we’ll be able to go back there, or will we need to sell it?”

Her question seemed to answer her previous hesitancy. It had been their house, their home. The place they had picked out together, decorated together. Lived in together. They’d always seen it as their forever home. The place to raise kids one day. Maybe get a dog. Hold large family events in the backyard. They’d tried so hard to keep it separate from everything else and now that privacy had been violated.

He was silent for a moment as he considered his response. “I won’t lie… it might have to be a possibility.” He watched her closely as she exhaled the breath she had been holding, the usual twinkle in her eye fading as the reality of their situation took over once more. “But until-”

“I know.” she said, not needing him to finish his sentence, her own mind already completing it for her. ‘Until the Vulture had been taken care of, they wouldn’t even be able to consider the house safe enough to go home.’

“So what do we do?” she asked. “I mean we can’t very well keep staying at May’s.” she noted.

Peter was silent for a moment as he looked down at the table in front of him. He had that face on him, she noted, the one where he had something planned but didn’t want to let on that he in fact had a plan.

He was saved by the arrival of their starters, the food being placed down in the middle of the table for them both to pick at.

“Thank you.” Angel said politely to the waiter as he quickly made his retreat, leaving them alone once more.

“Oh my god.” she sighed as she took a bite out of one of the arancini balls with a groan of satisfaction. “That’s amazing.”

Peter’s face changed to one of pleasant surprise as he placed one into his mouth and confirmed his wife's reaction by having a similar one, his own humm of satisfaction vibrating his lips as he chewed.

“So is it as good as the stuff in the actual country or…?” he asked as they moved on to the calamari.

“Not bad.” she confirmed as she finished her mouthful. “I made friends with this lovely old woman who lived down the road from the house and she used to make the best meatballs I have ever tasted. She had just that right ratio of tomato and garlic and she’d slow cook them so they just melted in your mouth.” Angel gushed.

“Now I’m glad I didn’t order the meatballs.” Peter smiled. “With a description like that I don’t think they could have compared and I would have spent the whole meal feeling disappointed with my food, dreaming about these mouthwatering, slow cooked-”

She giggled, a blush forming on her cheeks as she took another sip of wine as he jokingly continued to use as many adjectives as he knew to describe a plate of meatballs he would never ultimately have.

“Oh no, I’m serious.” he continued with a smirk, “I’m gonna call Miguel right now, get him to tell them to get a jet ready so we can fly to Italy to this mysterious magical Nona who cooks the best meatballs and we will do nothing else until-”

“How are you gonna do that, when I have your phone?” she teased back.

“Fine then, you call Miguel.”

“Peter.” she giggled and chastised. He loved it when he could make her blush. Make her forget about everything else. Take them back to their youth. Quiet rainy afternoons, wrapped up in each other's arms on that small single bed.

“Okay, okay.” he conceded with a smile.

“What do you wanna do about your Father’s house?” he asked her as their main courses arrived, her three smaller plates being laid out strategically in front of her by the waiter. Peter watched as she quietly thanked him before switching the order of the plates once the waiter's back was turned. It made Peter’s stomach turn, a sickly sweet feeling that sent tingles to the joins of his jaw that made him quickly turn his head to his own plate before him, inner conflict returning as his brain remembered the question he’d just asked and all of their recent history began to drive a wedge between them once more.

“Sell it.” 

“You sure?” he questioned. It had been the home she had grown up in.

“There’s nothing left for me there.” she said as she lifted a fork full of salad into her mouth.

“Did you wanna go back and sort through anything?”

“No.” she adamantly shook her head.

“Okay.” he silently nodded and agreed. “We can put all the money back into the foundation if you want. Maybe set up another hub in the city?” he asked, trying to chip away at the wall she seemed to just put up at the mention of her Father.

She paused as she lowered her cutlery. “Peter, can I ask you something?” Peter’s own hands froze either side of his plate as he gave her his full attention. “Do you ever wonder if you made the right choice?”

“What do you-”

“I mean all this.” she gestured with her hand between them. “If you hadn’t given up the suit and the mask… do you think things would have been different?”

“I think…” he paused as he tried to comprehend her question. To think of the life they would have had if he had continued to be the Spider-Man, not whatever he was today, “I think we wouldn’t have much money. I think we’d have ended up living in a shoe box apartment somewhere in Queens, still sneaking around behind your father’s back.” She quietly sipped on her wine as she listened to his thoughts. “I think a lot of people's lives would be harder because they wouldn’t have the hubs to go to when they are in need.”

“That’s not what I mean.” she quietly said as her arms came to rest on the table, her fingers reaching out to him.

“You mean, do you think he would have let you stay?”

There was silence between them. Peter watched as she slowly removed her hand from where it had reached out across the table towards him. Reached out for him, to bridge that gap that had grown between them. But he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t be reminded what it felt like to feel her soft skin against his.

The two of them remained silent, unable to finish their food. The weight of everything that had been or even could have been already enough for their brains to process, let alone the last of their food in front of them.

When the waiter asked if they’d like to look at the dessert menu, Peter waved him off. He instead quickly settled the bill with a generous tip and they both left.

They waited quietly side by side at the edge of the street for the car to be brought around.

“I’m sorry.” she finally blurted out as her arms closed tightly around her with the evening chill. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” she added more quietly as the car revved to a stop in front of them.

The driver quickly got out, handing Peter the keys before stepping towards the passenger door to open it.

“Get in the car.” Peter instructed softer than she expected. “There’s something I want to show you.”

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut, praise, car sex, oral f receiving, p in v, fingering, making out, smut, dirty talking, a little angst from reader's dad, fluff, hurt/comfort, love, happy ending.

Word Count: 11.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen

Matt holds his breath, standing as they wait for the Judge to take her seat at the Bench. He hears Bucky open and close his fist rapidly. 

“Barnes.” Matt whispers to remind him to not be nervous they had this in the bag.

“I know…” Bucky takes a steadying breath.

“I know, I feel it too, Barnes.” Tony mutters.

“You may be seated.” The Honourable Judge Ramonda speaks, her voice clear and powerful. There is a rush of sounds as everyone takes their seats. 

“We have observed this trial and several branches of its tree. This trial took us to two countries. Involving several misdemeanours and even the usage of a firearm. The jury has deliberated for the entirety of the assigned two days due to the volume of the case load.” She gazes across the courtroom.

“Jury, do we have a verdict?” Ramonda gazes at the jury panel, as a man stands.

“Yes, Your Honour.” He says, gulping nervously. 

“Alright. Let us begin in the case of the intellectual property stolen from Mr. Anthony Stark and without patent production of the stolen bionic device the accused are Justin Hammer and Elmore Beck.”

“The Jury finds them guilty on all counts your honour.” The man reads from the paper. 

Tony and Bucky breathe slightly easier.

“In the case of Elmore Beck and the embezzlement of 75.4 Million US Dollars across 15 countries?”

“Guilty on all counts.” 

Matt breathes easier. 

“In the case of Mr. Quentin Beck using a firearm on Mr. James Barnes.” 

“Not guilty.”

Bucky purses his lips as your gasped, “What?” reaches his ears. He turns to look at you shaking his head. 

“They considered it self defence.” Matt mutters, Tony scoffs, earning a pointed glare from the Judge.

“In the case of Quentin Beck being involved in the financial embezzlement?” 

“Not guilty.”

“In the case of Quentin Beck coercing Mr. Brock Rumlow?”

“Guilty but your honour, the jury would request his sentence be lessened as it is evidenced he was being abused by his father, since childhood, we think he was forced to put his name into this entire ordeal.”

All eyes move to Quentin, who on cue begins to shake his shoulders and has to have his own legal team quietly console him.

You look at the Judge, her expression impassive. 

“We shall consider the Jury’s request.” She announces.

You bury your head in your hands. Bucky gazes back at you, he knew this was not the outcome you wanted. Nor did he, but he knew Beck would weasel his way out of the case. It was all decided on the fated day in the office.

“Ms. Sharon Carter for supportive coercion?” The Judge gazes back at Sharon.

“Guilty.” The Jury informs, Sharon bursts into tears.

You look back up at Bucky, the Judge’s voice fades as his blue eyes greet yours, silently providing support to each other. Matt taps his shoulder, Bucky faces forward. Tony gazes back apologetic.

You dare to look at Beck, who gives you a smirk and a wink. You glare at him, turning away tuning into the Judge assigning the years to the crimes. When it comes onto Quentin’s one guilty count. Your heart breaks as she says six months. 

Justin and Elmore are led out in handcuffs first. Followed by Sharon, Quentin is held back.

The courtroom erupts into chaos, there is a flurry of reporters wanting to get one final comment. A bite of content. Tony’s security head, Happy Hogan enters to lead you all safely outside, in tow with more security. 

You move from the seats as Bucky waits for you before everyone continues walking. A harsh tug pulls you back. Bucky stumbles with you as your hands were intertwined.

“You’re going to regret choosing him, little princess.” Quentin Beck sneers, you pull your arm away from his harsh grip.

“I think you should understand and grasp that I am happy with my James. My only regret is ever allowing you to hurt me.”

Bucky steps in front of you, “Beck, back off. You were given your judgement. Respect it.” 

You grab onto Bucky’s arm, he gazes down at you.

Quentin moves quickly, hand raised,

“Bucky!” You warn, trying to pull him back, his hand leaves yours and the punch is held inches away from Bucky’s face.

The officer swiftly grabs Quentin’s free hand pulling him back.

“I am warning—,” Quentin is tugged away before he can say more.

Bucky turns cupping your cheek, “I’m so sorry, Doll. I’m going to make sure he doesn’t ever try to get close to you again.” he promises, gaze moving to your arm, he breathes easier as he realises the fucker didn’t hurt you.

You cup his palm with your own, “I’m okay, just, just, want to go home.” Bucky nods, looking up to Happy who is speaking to the officers and is making sure Beck’s behaviour is added onto the list of things he has done.

Once you are led out into the hallway, Matt leads you all to a smaller conference chamber. 

“Press is outside and scavenging for something.” He says, hands resting on his hips.

“We’re trying to have the cars be there and have you all just be moved safely, however, do not engage, make statements. Also you will be lead to Stark Industries HQ and then free to go home.” Happy explains.

“Your addresses have been sealed, but incase there is a leak please let me know, I will arrange the necessary formalities.” Matt nods as everyone mumbles out an affirmative response.

Bucky places a protective arm around you, as he guides you down the steps, there is a flurry of flashes and shouts as you all make it to the lined SUVs with tinted windows. You find yourself pressing more into Bucky’s side, his voice somehow even as a whisper is loud among the crowd.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just a few more steps. Doll, you’re doing well, focus on me okay?” 

You don’t understand why you find yourself overwhelmed even as you sit in the SUV. Bucky makes sure to have you tucked into his side. 

“You okay there?” His brows furrow with worry.

“I, I just feel overwhelmed.” You admit, gazing up at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be better if I had you with me.” He cups your cheek, biting his lip with more worry, “Fuck, Doll, I’m so sorry.”

“Bucky, this it isn’t your fault.” You shift the partition between the driver and your seats was up and you really, really wanted to be near him.

“But—,”

“Bucky, no, just, no, this is not on you. Do you understand? I think the crowd and what happened inside threw me off. I have you, I feel better, thank you for getting me through that.” You push off your shoes, moving to straddle him. Fingers running through his hair as he gazes up at you.

You knew this look intimately, the way he ran his eyes all over you, the way his palm would follow, cataloging every part of you. Even a hair out of place wasn’t missed by his observation. You were subjected to this gaze even on video-calls that had gaps between them, it was his way of making sure for himself if you were okay.

“Bucky,” The warmth of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone brings him back to you, he nods.

“I’ve thought about it you know.” Bucky knows what he’s doing, he shifts his hips, you bite your lips.

“Ab-about what?” You’re acutely aware of his thumb brushing over the sweet spot upon your neck.

“What it would be like, to have my pussy squeezing my cock in a car.” His pupils dilate, tongue moving over his bottom lip, “How you would have to bite down on my skin to stop your pretty little moans. Fuck, Doll.” 

Bucky groans as you grind down on him, his words turning you needy by the second.

“How long?” You question, fingers playing with the button of his shirt, you were wearing pants and—, “About twenty minutes away.” Bucky informs you, thinking of how would you pull this off.

All his thoughts fly out the window when your lips press fervent against his own. Your lips are haven and Bucky lets himself drown in the taste. His palm on your ass tightens, squeezing the flesh as a speed-bump has you both moan in the kiss.

You shift back as Bucky undoes the button on his pants, the deep navy suit sending you into overdrive now that you’re finally taking it in, you shift back into your place taking your own pants off. The clothes remain discarded on the floor, Your shirt undone will he can have a perfect view of your tits.

His shirt completely off, boxes and pants pulled down to the thighs upon which you’ve made a complete mess. 

Bucky’s thumb moves over your clit, your hips press down almost begging on your behalf for more.

“Look at you, so needy, my pretty little Doll.” He praises as your grip on his shoulders tightens, “Come on,” He whispers, hand moving from your cunt to your hips to guide you to him, slowly as you sink down on his cock, Bucky groans as he bottoms out.

You breath in short pants, feeling stretched out and full. Oh so full.

“Bucky—,” you mewl as the car moves over a speed bump, making him thrust inside you and you clench around him.

“You’re doing well, I’ve got you, want to move Doll, think you can?” His lips move along your chest, biting down as you begin to move, his palm stays on your hipbone, guiding you.

Groans begin to fill the car,  your voices melding as you begin to lose every fibre to Bucky, his taut shoulders and muscles as your hands begin to wander, retracing your etched sanctuaries upon his skin.

The car pauses at a signal, your movements continue, Bucky stops you as he is halfway inside and he thrusts into you, hard, his pace quickened as your head thrown back, the wet sloshing of your arousal fills the car. as the signal starts you lurch, clit pressing deliciously on his pelvis you cant help but cry out.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please, please, please—,” you choke on a moan as his thumb finds your clit again, Bucky watches you intently looking so beautiful on the brink of bliss. His own cock throbbing, needing release. Your walls clenching trying to keep him in, your head falls forward as you clench tighter around him.

“Not going to last long, Doll.” He groans as you bite down upon his shoulder, moaning against his skin as your thighs begin to shake, indicative of how close you are, Bucky and you both pick up the pace, movements swift, bordering on sloppy.

Words whispered, praises falling from lips, a prayer of each other’s names. You press your lips to Bucky’s as your orgasm takes over you triggering his own as he cums inside you. Aftershocks move through your body, Bucky’s movements on your clit slow down to a stop.

The glass is fogged, Bucky begins to pepper you in soft kisses.

“Did so good for me, so good Doll. Fuck just want to stay buried in you all day.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. 

“Want you to stay inside me too.” You murmur, you feel him twitch inside of you and he groans as your cunt clenches in response. Both of you absolutely addicted to each other.

“Let us get cleaned up. Otherwise I’m going to have to keep you in the car for the remainder of the day.” Bucky chuckles when you swat him, but the two of you know he is very much capable of getting his way.

You place a kiss to his chest, right over his sternum, Bucky closes his eyes savouring the soft tender moment. When your hands return to cup his cheeks, he kisses both of them. A soft blissful smile on his features.

“God I could use a whole drink after that shit show with Quentin.” Tony plops down on the couch in the room, most of the building is free, since he knew it wouldn’t be a productive day and everyone go a head start on the weekend. Bucky nods in agreement.

Peter goes over a few things with Tony, as he seeks advice on his other projects and softwares, Bucky admires the dynamic the two share.

You both were presentable enough to pass what occurred in the car as a heavy make out. 

When the elevator doors open you stand from your own place and run upto the people coming out, Bucky beams as he watches you lift Morgan up as she comes in running with Peter followed by the babysitter Tony had called for them. 

Her arms wrap around your neck and she giggles as you say something. Then Morgan gazes at Bucky then whispers something to you. Making you laugh, you meet his gaze from across the room. Whispering something back to her, Morgan squishes your cheeks to make you gaze back at her.

“Juice Pops!” She announces loudly her excited squeals as you lead her towards the kitchen.

“I see Mr. Barnes is having thoughts.” Tony saying in a teasing manner, but the smile on his face has him know it comes from a place of respect and love.

“What are you implying?” Bucky wonders, eyes immediately finding you as you still hold Morgan while animately telling her a story as she eats her treat with a smile.

Morgan had immediately taken a liking to you, even so far as to trusting you with her favourite crayons within an hour of knowing you. Not even Bucky had that honour till date. 

“You see a picket fence future don’t you?” Tony just smiles when Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Well, yes. However there are complications…” Bucky admits. 

There was what you wanted to do post your bachelors, if you even wanted to settle in this country, his little plan involving your dad, you had moved into his apartment for this trip of yours and Bucky couldn’t help himself but imagine it to be your life together.

Alpine loved snuggling on you chest, Bucky had several pictures of the two of you napping. The apartment started feeling more and more like home. 

“Ask her, I know she won’t say no to it, they way I see it are two people in love who do have a future together.” Tony chuckles as Morgan tries to run in your little game of catch the crook as you speed behind her humouring her agility. 

“It is a lot to ask of her.” Bucky purses his lips, looking down at his palm, thumb tracing over the callouses on his skin.

“It is upto Y/N to decide if it is a lot for her, James, complications exist and will persist, you yourself know that, you’ve been through hell. If you have a chance at happiness, grasp it.” Tony stands as Morgan and you make your way over. He pats encouragingly on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“You two are endgame, Mr. Barnes.” Peter adds with a smile. Bucky shakes his head amused.

Morgan lifts up her arms and Tony picks her up with a smile, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hi Dad.” She places her head on his shoulder, giving a wave to Peter and Bucky. 

“Did you have fun with Y/N?” Tony enquires, mouthing a thank you to you as you settle down next to Bucky. 

You mouth back a your welcome before you rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“I did, she let me have more juice pops, and she told me a funny story from her childhood.” Morgan recounts the events as Tony listens intently, his gaze softens as she yawns tiredly. 

“Wanna go home?” He questions she nods, “Peter come on, I’ll drop you home too.” 

Peter grins, they all wave as they move down to the basement to leave in the cars that Happy had arranged yet again. 

Bucky looks at you, your fingers playing with his while you’re lost in thought, Tony’s words echo in his mind, and one set of keys in the key ring weigh heavy in his bag and heart. 

“Hey Doll?” he takes a deep breath.

You look up at him with a smile, “Yes, Bucky?”

“I want to take you somewhere… are you up for it?” He seems nervous, your brows furrow but you nod.

“Is everything okay?” You wonder, he nods.

“Everything is, just, I have to do this today.” He says, standing grasping your hand and leading you back to the basement parking.

The drive is silent, Bucky’s leg bounces and you recognise the area outside even at dusk. It’s near his mom’s home. You gaze up at him questioningly. 

“Are we visiting, mum?” You wonder, he shakes his head but smiles at you calling her mum as well.

“Not exactly but the place is about eight minutes away from here.” He explains and you pass by the neighbourhood where she stays.

The car stops in front of a quaint house, with exposed brick and a little pathway lined with small solar lamps, Bucky rummages through his bag before joining you at the pathway. 

“Remember I asked you a question, a while ago?” He says as you walk upto the main door. You do a double take recalling the conversation.

“Bucky did you, did you—,” You stutter, the key turns and he opens the door, letting you enter first.

He finds the main fuse box, the house lights up. 

You gasp at the layout, its more so empty but the back windows are large and give a beautiful view of the back yard. The wooden flooring expands across the large floor and there is a short staircase leading up. 

You turn to Bucky, tears brimming in your eyes at what this implies for the two of you. 

“I, I had spotted this on the market, at first I was going to rent it out, but something about it made me extremely selfish,” He intertwines your hands leading you towards where the kitchen is, it’s almost exactly as you had described to him.

You reach out to touch the countertops, hand running over the stone. The windows here also provide a view of the yard.

“I want a future with you.” Bucky tells you, you look up at him. “i’m not saying today, right this minute, but I see us in home as this, surrounded by kids making a mess of the kitchen, us waking up in turns to change diapers, driving you around, having firsts with you in our home. A life with you. I want it, wherever you want to stay I will give you the future you deserve.” His eyes are brimming with tears, you reach up to wipe the ones escaped with your lips, then you pull him in for a kiss. Searing with your love for him, salt mixes into the kiss.

Bucky grins lifting you to the counter, your legs wrap around his waist. He has his answer. He knows he has a future with you. He thinks to the small box tucked away in his sock drawer at his mother’s house. 

“Thank you.” You mumble out, hugging him tightly. You can see it too, anywhere in the world with him, but right here you could make this house a home together. Warm scents filling the home, soft corners full of memories. A backyard full of giggles and mirth, Alpine claiming the spot that would be warm. 

Bucky and you growing old together. 

Two Months Later.

You giggle for the umpteenth time Bucky huffs, lugging his suitcase into the boot of Steve’s car. He gives you a glare as you stick your tongue out at him, your much lighter suitcase having zero effort needed.

“Remind me again why my suitcase is heavier?” He grumbles and Winnie rolls her eyes at his childishness.

“Because I have a closet of clothes waiting for me.” You remind him.

“Should leave some of my clothes there too.” He mutters, going back inside to give Alpine more head scratches and snuggles.

“He’s in a mood because of the software bug.” Steve explains, he doesn’t know the details but Bucky was ranting off to him, Winnie shakes her head.

“Nothing, Y/N can’t handle.” She adds with a smile, you look away with a smile on your face.

“True. True.” Steve agrees, Sam emerges with more cookies from Winnie’s cookie jar making everyone laugh.

“Take care of yourself okay?” Winnie faces you, hand running over your head.

“I will.” You promise.

“And if he doesn’t take care of you, you call me.” She smiles, “Oh I’m going to miss you, i know it’s just three weeks but I’m so used to having you both come over so often even if you both are in Brooklyn most of the time.” She smiles again, as she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m going to miss you too. I have so much happiness when I spend time with you.” You hug her tighter, Bucky moves out of the house, his anger dispels in the slightest at the two of you hugging.

“Cookie?” Sam offers and Bucky takes it from him.

“How many did you eat?” Bucky questions relishing the taste.

“You got the last one.” Sam shrugs, some how producing another cookie out of thin air. You look at Sam, he holds out the cookie as was promised to you. 

“To think I kept beating him at UNO for this initial denial of cookies.” You shake your head, Sam grins.

“It’s good payment.” He laughs.

Bucky huffs as he walks over to Winnie, she gives him a pointed look, “I’m sorry, Ma, but you know how it is and we’re leaving—,” He quiets down when she continues the warning look.

“I know you’re passionate but you don’t have to be grumpy about it okay? You will figure it out.” She pats his cheek, “Now give your mother a hug.”  

Bucky pulls her into a hug, it reminds you of a picture they have from when he was ten, the soft smile on his face reminiscent of baby Bucky. You whip out your phone taking the picture. Sending it to Winnie knowing it will be printed and hung up somewhere in the house.

You look through your gallery, heart warming at the picture you took of her wall, in your second week of visiting her you noticed new picture frames. Upon closer inspection your heart caught in your throat. The three frames were simple white bordered, each contained a picture, one of Winnie and you and the other of Bucky and you.

The third was your favourite, it was Winnie, Rebecca, your mom of the laptop on FaceTime, Bucky and you. A small family full of laughter and love.

When you look up Winnie is in front of you, a warm smile on her face, “I love having pictures in the house, I started the tradition from my own home before marriage, always wanted to pass it down through the family. Bucky has pictures scattered but not enough, also always make digital copies as back up.” She advises. 

“I, you don’t know how much love I felt by that simple gesture. I feel, you make me feel like a part of the family.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“You are family, Y/N.” Winnie reminds you, you simply hug her in response.

Bucky watches you both speak with a soft smile on his features.

“When are you doing it then?” Sam whispers and Bucky gives him a glare.

“Shut up.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“What she cannot hear me, hey Steve can you hear me?” Sam whispers.

“Loud and clear,” Steve guffaws as Sam shows him his middle finger.

“So when.” Sam demands.

“Not for a few months at least.” He says, straightening up as you walk over.

Steve and Sam exchange a look, you raise a brow at them.

“Come on love birds you have a plane to catch.” Steve adds, all of you wave at Winnie as the car pulls out of the driveway.

Sam scrolls through twitter and looks back at Bucky.

“What?” You ask on behalf of him.

“The jail where Beck is being held? It had conflicts internally, list of prisoners injured severely include his name.” Sam reads from the article, Bucky shrugs.

“He probably didn’t control his mouth.” Your boyfriend reasons, adding another shrug and Steve catches his gaze from the rearview mirror.

“Possibly, he does have a punchable face.” Sam turns back, Bucky finds your curious gaze.

“Did you…” You tilt your head, even the thought is absurd, “Lock the balcony door at the apartment?” You switch the question and Bucky nods, seemingly glad you didn’t ask further. 

What you didn’t need to know, you didn’t need to know.

The flight back home was delayed by three hours, you groaned as you plopped down on the seats near the gate. 

“I know, but you can finish up grading assignments.” Bucky suggests, taking his own laptop out, the furrow in his brow returns as he glares at the screen trying to find the answer to the stupid bug.

“What if you rewrite it? I know that is taxing but, you could know then where the issue is?” You offer, 

“I think I can figure it out.” He snaps, “Doll, I’m sorry just, this is really important…” He meets your gaze, you don’t say anything. You knew the timing of the trip became inconvenient the second the software crashed. Despite your insistence Bucky had wanted to come along. He hated the thought of being in different timezones. 

You then retrieve your own device, work did tend to stress him out but he knew when he would cross a line or say something, it wasn’t frequent but you had your fair share of angry snaps at him too. So you understood and the two of you would return to what happened and why and would sort the matter out.

Living together, adjusting after a period of distance and all the stuff you two had been through, it wasn’t easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy. Relationships took work beyond three words, gifts and sex. You both learned that during the distance and learned to apply it while being together. 

Your work finished and Bucky was still staring at the same goddamn lines. He knew he shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, he raises his gaze from the screen to you, reading a book now with your headphones in, he sighs, opening up a new page entirely and rewrites the code from scratch.

After ten minutes, he realises what was wrong. You were right, if he had just listened about an hour ago. Bucky closes his eyes, exhaling. When he looks up you aren’t in your seat. He retrieves his phone.

Doll🌸: Have gone to get coffee, bringing you one as well.

Doll🌸: You looked busy so didn’t want to disturb you. 

Bucky🌻: Thank you, I’m sorry I snapped at you. Your method worked, should have just listened to you. 

The read notification comes in but you don’t respond to him. Bucky thinks of texting you again when he spots you holding two cups and a paper bag under your arm. He grabs the bag from under your arm setting it on the hand luggage and the cup that you offer him.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, you sigh.

“It isn’t okay, but I can understand why.” You let him know.

“I know. Your method worked, in ten minutes I figured it out.” He says with a smile, you play with the edge of the cup.

“Was actually your method… When I snapped at you two weeks ago, about the essay… you said the same thing. Figured it would work.” You meet his bright blue eyes, he smiles.

“We’re too stubborn aren’t we?” he observes.

“At times yes.” you chuckle, “Oh also I got an email while in line at the coffee place.” You hold up the email as Bucky’s eyes scan the contents he grins widely.

“Congratulations, Doll!” He cheers, kissing your forehead, cheek then lips.

“I can’t believe it so I’ll begin teaching online only and the timings are adjustable as per my schedule and days available, now I just need to be able to secure a place at uni for masters.” You grin.

“i’m so proud of you, so very proud and you will get that place.” He assures you.

You smile as you sip on your coffee, the money earning was a big check mark to contribute at the apartment towards expenses, even though Bucky’s card sat heavy in your wallet scarcely used unless you were stepping out for groceries. 

“The hybrid programme would be great, you know considering everything?” You observe, Bucky nods.

“It gives you a lot of flexibility. More control.” He smiles, extremely proud. 

In the two months a lot had changed in terms of your goals and where you saw yourself. Bucky was there by your side supporting you, holding your hand through it all. 

You had decided you enjoyed tutoring for the students via your university back in your home country. This new job it was sort of an online tutoring service which expanded across various subjects, they were based in Los Angeles but had tutors from all over the globe offering their expertise. 

Bucky was intermittently swamped at work, some weeks you both spent a lot of time together even after navigating your four hours of online learning and tutoring. Some weeks he would find you curled up on the couch with Alpine and his dinner in the fridge with a sweet little note. 

He was immensely proud of you and you of him. This trip was for a few things one to begin shifting your base to the US provided you got your placement, two if you didn’t Bucky would move down for you for two years and work as he did while he was there for the whole Hammer-Beck debacle.

Your mother was in favour of either solution, her word of advice? She wanted the two of you happy, wherever in the world that may be.

When you thought about it, you did see a future in either place but the working on different timings, it was awfully reminiscent of the distance. 

“Doll?” Bucky tilts your chin, “What’s going on in that sweet little mind?” 

“Thinking about the options we have… where and how to live…” You trail off, leaning into his touch.

“Well, we have time to decide that, and factor in other things you know…” Bucky shrugs, “We’ll figure it out whatever it is and however it is, also I can always just leave Stark Industries.”

“Bucky, no.”

“No, Y/N, look I’ve thought about it, living on timezones despite being together? long term, it doesn’t make sense, that was hardly any time to even understand and even then on days where things got crazy we hardly got time.” Bucky sighs, 

“I can find coding work anywhere or design apps, what I can’t find is home without you.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“Bucky… you’re planning on giving up so much… home is you, heart is you.” You close your eyes his breath fans over your face, coffee with a hint of lingering mint.

“I’m not giving up anything, I’m gaining all that I’ve wanted, needed, wished for, hell, prayed for on nights I’ve sobbed.” He reveals, your eyes meet his, azure holding so much love for you. 

“You decide, even if you want to stay back, I will stay with you.” Bucky gives you all the power, you take a deep steadying inhale. 

“We’ll wait for how things pan out, then we will make a Pros and Cons list.” You nod, then nod again. Bucky chuckles.

“As you say, Doll.” He kisses your cheek, “How is that book you’re reading?” 

“Oh, its good, morally grey guy,” you begin to explain,

“Your not-so-secret faves.” he teases,

You laugh, “You sound jealous Mr. Barnes, well he’s the CEO of a firm but when he’s pissed off he ruins lives of actual bad people.” 

Bucky chuckles, “Sounds like a catch.”

“He is,” You dreamily sigh, he huffs irked.

“Jealous baby.” You deem, taping his nose with your index finger.

“I’m not jealous.” he grumbles. 

“Well I have my very own little morally grey man, this CEO holds nothing, to my tech whiz.” You smile up at him, kissing his cheek.

He cracks a tiny smile, he did have one little more morally grey thing to do. 

“You’re it for me, James Barnes.” You tell him.

“Good because I am very selfish about what is mine.” He brushes his lips over yours, all coherent thought flies out the window when he pulls you in for a searing kiss.

Only pulling away when the boarding call. Bucky has a smug grin on his face seeing you flustered. 

“Be good and we might just have some fun on the flight.” He whispers, tugging on your earlobe as you stand in the line.

“Bucky.” You can’t identify if your voice is pleading him or telling him to behave.

“So you don’t want my fingers buries inside you under the blanket?” He tugs again, nipping at the skin of your neck. You bite your lip.

“Could make you cum so many times, Doll.” Your thighs clench at his promise, a whimper manifesting in your throat. 

“Why do you think we’re travelling first class? You can sit on my lap and cockwarm—,” 

“Good Evening. May I see your boarding pass and passport?” The ground staff breaks you out of the haze, Bucky hands over the pair of documentation. 

“Alright, good to go.” They hand back the documents and you breathe a little easier, then look up at Bucky. 

“What?” He questions innocently.

“When I cock warm you, I’m going to make sure you feel each squeeze. I’ll get myself off and you can stay hard for a while.” You warn him voice low so no one else can hear.

“Getting bratty are we?” He smirks, raising a brow.

“You started it.” You reason, he chuckles darkly. 

Your cockiness falls out the aerobridge. 

“You’re going to have to learn to control that mouth, Doll. Because the entire plane might know what I’m going to be doing to you.” He admires the way you shiver under his heated gaze, you reach the door of the plane, the steward guides you to your seats, offering drinks. 

“Savour this, once the signs are off, you’re on my lap.” He squeezes your thigh. 

Natasha tilts her head, as you sort of limp towards her, despite having the trolley for support. Bucky has a smug smile, she pieces the two dots. 

“Well, well, well, welcome to the Mile High Club.” She grins when you glare at her.

“Geez, what happened?” Nat questions, Bucky only laughs as you mutter something.

“I’ll tell you later.” You grumble.

“You had fun.” Bucky defends, with a shit-eating grin.

“Bucky the poor old lady almost fainted.” You groan at the memory. Nat just starts laughing at your misery.

“But she was okay, also she said the right thing.” He reminds you.

“What did she say?” Nat questions, as your suitcases are placed into the boot.

“With a man like that you should be sitting on him all day, I know I would.” You recount, Nat’s laughter only booms further.

“She also asked if I had a single looking to mingle grandfather.” Bucky adds laughing as well.

“Damn grandma was cool.” Nat observes, the drive is not long since it is still early in the morning. The occasional swirling of ice in Nat’s tumbler keeps you awake. Bucky sends out the messages to everyone about landing safely. 

Soon enough you all are in the familiar apartment complex, Nat updates you on the happenings at University, pretty mundane apart from a being a story of you eloping. 

“Maybe we should buy a ring.” Bucky jokes as you chuckle.

“If we eloped they might think I’m pregnant.” You look at Nat she nods in agreement.

“That can be arranged too.” Bucky adds cheekily, you lightly swat his chest.

“Oh by the way the mums wanted a catch up dinner, Bucky you’re invited too.” She says as you all enter the apartment, “Food’s in the fridge incase you guys are hungry.” Then she disappears to her room.

You crack your neck and groan, Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder as you peer into the fridge. Arm around your waist, you lean against his chest.

“Hungry?” He wonders, you shake your head.

“You?” You grab two waters, 

“Nope, just need to sleep.” Bucky says, kissing your shoulder, you enter your room, looking up at the starlights.

“I missed these.” You admit, smiling up at them.

“I’ll configure it to stay on while we sleep.” Bucky retrieves his phone, pushing you towards the bathroom to change.

When you come out, you sit at the edge of the bed, admiring the lights as Bucky goes to change, he comes out in nothing, your eyes fall to his hardening length.

“Actually I am hungry.” He says, kneeling in front of you, your fingers run through his hair. 

“Me too.” You admit, finding your clit pulsing for him.

He chuckles, tapping your hips, you stand helping him take off your PJs. Then sit at the edge of the bed, legs spread apart.

Bucky admires your flesh, kissing over your thighs, stubble brushing against the flesh, “Can’t wait for a taste, Doll.” His tongue runs circles around your clit before he sucks on it, then he traces down to your entrance, humming deeply at your taste.

You fall back, your legs over his shoulders, Bucky nibbles on your clit, your back arches, his arm encircles your thigh, palm resting over your hipbone, he pushes down, anchoring you into place.

Bucky laps at your entrance like a starving man, your moans urging him on, he is painfully hard as each plea from you goes right to his cock.

Your fingers intertwine between the web space of his, your other hand fists at the sheets as Bucky pulls cry after cry from you, alternating between circles, spelling his name, sucking and biting at the flesh, the stars above blur as you lose focus, all you can feel is him, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

The way your voice reverbs into his being he groans as your hips still try to chase his mouth when he pulls away in the slightest.

“Greedy girl.” He blows softly over your heated flesh, drawing a loud moan from you.

Bucky smirks, at the way you’re losing focus on everything but him, your arousal coats his chin as you gush on his tongue, he groans at your taste, lapping up every drop you give him. Your thighs shake as he kisses his way over your stomach, breasts and sternum, pushing your shirt off. His lips find yours allowing you taste him, his tip moves across your folds, marking himself with you. You whimper, nails sinking into the flesh of his back and shoulder, Bucky thrusts into you, unable to be patient.

“Fuck, B-Bucky—,” You preen.

“So fucking tight.” Bucky groans, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, “Feel so good, Doll, fuck, need you.” He mumbles, you nod in response he begins to move, hips snapping against yours, your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

You clench around him, pleasure fogs your mind, the vein of his length brushes over the sensitive spot stars further cloud your vision. Bucky shifts, kneeling on the bed having your hips rise, you moan feeling him deeper. Bucky loses himself in you, the warmth, you look so fucking beautiful this way, taking him so well, an angel under the soft light. 

“Gonna fill you up, Doll. Fuck you look so beautiful this way, so pretty under stars, you gonna cum with me doll?” He questions, his thrust deeper as he slows the thrusts down to make sure to have him imprint every inch of you.

You nod, unable to form coherent sentences, “Mark me, claim, Bucky please—,” You manage to demand, Bucky lets out a filthy groan, your orgasm drawing closer and closer.

“Want me to mark you with my cum, fill this pussy up, fill my pussy up? Have you dripping a mix of us onto these fucking gorgeous thighs? You’re gonna feel me for days Doll.” His words throw you over the edge, you cum with a sob are fiery hot pleasure sears through you. 

Bucky loses himself in the way your walls spasm, milking his cock, his lips sloppily find yours he still ruts into you, your hearts beating wildly. 

“Bucky?” you question, feeling absolutely like floating, 

“Right here, Doll, you did so good.” He praises, your little blissed out smile oh so endearing.

“Do, do you feel floaty?” You question, he chuckles, “I do baby, I’m going to pull out now okay?” he says, slowly moving away, your hands grip onto him, legs tightening. 

“Doll—,”

“Don’t—,” 

“Not, going anywhere, just want to give you some water and snuggle you.” He assures, slowly you let go of him, he pulls out the wet squelch has you preen. Bucky guides you to move further along the bed, pulling you against his chest, brushing your hair and having you take slow sips of the water. 

You nuzzle closer to him, Bucky keeps you close, the stars continue their pattern as the two of you watch quietly.

“You with me, Doll?” He asks after a while, you nod, heat creeping you skin. Slowly coming to yourself.

“Floaty?” He squeezes your side, drawing a laugh from you. 

“Nope, not floaty anymore.” You look back up at him, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Slowly slumber tugs at the two of you, Bucky keeps you close as you both sink into sleep. 

The next day passes in a blur of waking in the afternoon, Bucky and you still tangled in the sheets. You admire him in the afternoon light, a soft smile graces his relaxed features and you wonder what he dreams about, Your fingers carefully trace his jaw, over his dimpled chin. His breathing alters, a low hum. Your fingertips trace over his lips.

Bucky smiles wider, eyes still closed as his lips part, as he playfully tries to bite your fingers, you laugh pulling your hand away. Bucky grabs your hand bringing your fingers back towards his mouth.

“Bucky!” You giggle, till the last second he pretends he’s going to bite them then he presses a soft kiss to each fingertip. 

“Morning Doll.” His bright blue eyes gleam with mirth.

“Morning Bucky.” You greet, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“I love waking up next to you.” You tell him, feeling him smile against your skin.

“I do too. My favourite is when I dream of you and then wake up to you.” He places kisses along your shoulder.

You sigh contented, until there is knocking at your door.

“Lovebirds, come on out, decently.” Nat’s voice calls out.

“Alrighty!” You cheerily call out, reluctantly getting out of bed when you notice Bucky is in his sweatpants, you don’t remember feeling those rubbing against your skin.

“You woke up?” You wonder confused.

“Yeah, eyes opened at like eight-ish, sent out a few emails and then came back into your warmth.” he hands you your PJs.

“How did you pull away in the first place?” You wonder, teasing.

“With immense reluctance and hardship, plus the urge to pee.” He kisses your cheek, you laugh.

Bucky puts on his t-shirt, you glance at the clock almost four thirty in the afternoon. Moving out of the room, you walk into the living room.

“Thank you for finally joining the land of the living.” Your mom shakes her head, a smile on her face, you run over to hug her.

“Hi mum.” you beam, she kisses the top of your head.

You tighten your arms around her, Bucky smiles as she beckons him to join the hug. 

Her heart full to see you both safe and happy.

Hours later you’re all laughing at the table of your mom and Nat’s mother’s favourite restaurant. Bucky is sharing the anecdote of finding out you like to arrange your books by height uncaring for alphabetical order.

It is then your mother pauses from her own addition to the story, the eyes of your group turn as your father makes his way to the table, but he says nothing, anger filled eyes trained upon Bucky.

“Fix it.” He shouts at him. 

Bucky furrows his brows, “I’m sorry what?” Confusion laces his words.

“You can fix it because you stole it. You and you posse of hackers.” Your dad seethes.

“Dad, what even are you talking about?” You try to understand.

“Shut up fucking whore—,” Your dad pauses as Bucky stands towering over him.

“I suggest you keep your voice down, we’re out on a family dinner. I also suggest you ask your latest additions to your family about this and not me. I got you your invested amount back. I urge you to recollect what occurred the last time you disrespected, my girl and her mother. It can get fucking uglier, and leave a mark.” Bucky speaks tone clear, there is an eerie silence in the restaurant. The staff and customers watching quietly.

You grasp at the back of his sleeve. Bucky gives you an assuring look, taking your hand into his own and rubbing circles upon the back.

“No, my girlfriend wouldn’t dare, she loves—,” Your dad pauses as his phone rings, his face growing redder with every passing minute at what is being said on the call. 

His phone clatters to the ground, “She ran off. That whore ran off with my money all of it gone.”

Nat and you exchange a glance. Bucky sits back down, kissing your hand before placing it on his thigh. He raises his hand, “Excuse me, waiter?” 

The head waiter comes to the table, “Please set up a table for this gentleman, his meal is on me tonight.” Bucky smiles, “Oh and add a bottle of your finest whiskey for him, he’ll need it.”

“How the fuck did you know?” Your father bellows.

“I run background checks with everyone I interact, she did the same to the previous man she was involved with, I’m sorry Mr. Y/L/N, you conduct business very poorly maybe even worse than your personal life.” Bucky shrugs not really sorry. 

Bucky made sure the money was backed into off shore accounts, where as the extra marital affair woman just needed another rich man to whisk her away. 

Which is where Steve’s shady friend Nick Fury came in, currently that woman was in an unpaid for five star hotel room in anticipation to be whisked away and had a bill racking up without means to for pay it. 

Bucky takes a sip of his drink, you look at your mother who is looking at your father. Bucky’s hand finds yours again.

“Y/mum/N, I’m I was a fool for all I put you through—,” Your father begins trying to apologise to have her fall into his false promises again.

Bucky tsks, “Sir, come on, save some remaining dignity.”

Your mother laughs, Nat’s mother chuckles.

“You did this.” Your father accuses, lunging for Bucky. You grab your glass the splash of water on pauses him mid-stance.

“You fucking piece of—,” He roars at you.

“I’m recording this.” Nat warns him, he lowers his hand.

“You have no proof that I did this, you did this to yourself. You had an extra marital affair, you gave your illicit affair access to your accounts. Not me. I landed this morning, I have been working in the US, I did my part by getting you your investment amount back.” Bucky scoffs.

“Get me my money back I have apologised for what I did to these bitches.” Your father seethes.

“One, I don’t have means to ring back your stolen money and two if your sincere apologies fixed their turmoil and trauma, I’d be happy for them. Three, I don’t believe I will even bother helping you. Unfortunately, I don’t think you have any options left here.” Bucky shrugs, clearly bored.

Your dad’s anger reaches a new peak, “You fucking pathetic—, I’ll take back what I gave to these two money hungry—,” 

“How? The divorce is done, the properties were always on her name, Y/N has her old bank accounts closed down and you gave her the money out of your natural love and affection, you think I didn’t tell her to save those messages? I knew at the next inconvenience you would displace your anger. Go have your free alcohol and meal, please stop bothering us.” Bucky rolls his eyes as your father stomps out of the restaurant.

Dinner is quiet after that, 

“Well that was entertaining.” Nat’s mum comments,

“Almost as entertaining as Dad’s breakdown in court.” Natasha reminds everyone shakes their heads. 

Bucky looks over to your mum, “You sure you’re okay?” 

“I am, thank you for telling him off, I always knew she would run him to the ground.” Your mother shakes her head.

“Well at least you get to watch his ass get kicked by karma.” Nat jokes making everyone laugh. From that point dinner resumes to be how it was before the interruption.

You lean into Bucky as you wait for the Uber to come in, Nat opting to spend the night at her Mum’s allowing you two to have the place to yourselves. Your mum expected the two of you back home tomorrow bright and early.

His chin rests on your shoulder, slowly you both sway to the distant music drifting from inside the restaurant. You think over the conversation and the surety with which your father tried to accuse Bucky. 

You don’t feel bad for the man, you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry he spoke to you that way…” You feel Bucky stiffen.

“Doll, what have I said about apologising for his actions?” He demands.

“I’m not supposed to… but,”

“No, none of that. I don’t care about him, he is insignificant. All i want is for you to be okay, also I should thank you for coming to my rescue, impeccable aim.” He praises. 

“Well my boyfriend was a sniper, he taught me a few things.” You giggle as he kisses your neck, his stubble tickling you.

The Uber comes in, you both settle in for the drive back to the apartment.

As you apply your moisturiser, a question does burn at the back of your mind, you knew your father’s affair did lack the caliber to pull off a con of this magnitude. Your boyfriend observes the small furrow in your brows, he stands behind you, intently observing you in the mirror. 

Bucky kisses his way from your shoulder to your earlobe, knowing your curiosity is moving into over drive, “You did say you prefer morally grey.” he whispers.

Your eyes widen how did he know what you were thinking, “How—, You what—,”

Bucky presses his lips to your temple, “I’d burn the world down for you, Doll. You just have to ask.”

You gape at him, mind running a mile a minute, “How… why?” 

“He hurt you, I warned him.” Bucky speaks nonchalantly, “As for how, well it was a fun process.”

“That was months ago, Bucky he—,”

“He will survive, he has enough to get by just not as much as before. I had to plot everything, Doll. Took time but I figured I take his favourite thing.”

You take in his words, Bucky knows it is a risk admitting his actions, but he needed you to know. He wanted you to know he would take care of things for you, take care of you.

“Yeah, that book’s CEO has nothing on you.” You grin up at him, a part of you glad he did what he did. Bucky laughs, it echoes in the chambers of your heart. 

One Month Later.

Alpine tilts her head, blue eyes watching the red dot moves across the wall and then back. She leans back, her furry little tush shaking as the dot appears again this time moving from the bottom up. 

She leaps off of her perch bounding to the wall, her paws launch the attack and the switch flicks as her paw touches the red dot.

Bucky cheers in triumph, Alpine looks at him bewildered.

Bucky looks at you his smug smile illuminated by the lamp, “I told you so.” he gloats.

You peer at him from under the covers, “Yeah, yeah.” Your stuffy nose, prevents you from speaking clearly.

“Stupid allergy.” You grumble.

“I told you not to clean the room without a mask.” He shakes his head, despite knowing its just your nose blocked due to the dust, he checks for a fever. 

“I had a mask the stupid sting broke.” You huff, breathing through your mouth, you glare at the boxes that line the room.

“This puts us off of schedule, Bucky.” You shake your head, when he tries to reason with you.

“Doll, its okay, I know you wanted to set up, but health comes first okay? I know moving isn’t fun or anything.” He kisses your temple.

“I wanted everything nicely set up.” You sigh, turning to face him.

“Its okay though. We’ll have it set up before university starts.” He assures, you remain quiet, you wanted to set up the living room area with pictures you had framed. 

It was going to be a surprise along with tickets to the premiere of his favourite franchise’s latest movie, complete with an intimate talk scheduled with the makers and actors. Your teaching job turned out to be great, student reviews had your schedule become fuller and your salary increased that you were happy and not financially dependent on Bucky. 

When it was decided to move out of the old apartment he lived in to one which was in Brooklyn but closer to Stark Industries and Columbia. Bucky had decreed you would not be contributing to the rent, if you wanted to handle an aspect of the living situation it would be groceries, only after looking at your finances and helping you make better decisions did you realise you can manage them in a manner that left you with a good chunk of savings.

You reach for your phone, at least wanting him to be surprised by one thing.

“What is it?” Bucky questions as you hand him your phone, his eyes go over the email widening as he sits up excitedly.

“Oh my god.” He gazes at you wide eyed and happy, “how, when—,”

“Well I had savings and you were talking about it, Sam told me its there and that Steve and him got invited cause of their channel, I asked if they could get me in touch with the ticketing person—,” Your explanation is cut off as Bucky kisses you, the force of it throws you both down on the bed. You laugh into Bucky’s little grumble of ow when the phone presses into his side.

“I love you.” 

“I love you.”

You cup his cheek, sniffling lightly before he kisses you senseless again. His heart extremely contented to have you with him. 

A Month Ago.

You walked into the apartment with a solemn expression. Bucky felt his shoulders drop. His heart didn’t break, but he knew how much you were hoping to not have him be the one uprooting his life. 

You take in the little blanket fort with dinner he set up. Your warm eyes shifting to his blue. 

“Doll, it’s a celebratory dinner either way I get to stay here with you—,” His words cease on his tongue as you run towards him, his arm extended and you crash against him as he easily lifts you. It always takes you by surprise and a hint of turning you on at his strength. 

“I’m moving to New York City, so you can’t stay here.” You tell him, a wide grin and tears brimming from your eyes.

“You got in?” He reconfirms, you nod, his lips on yours.

You smile into the kiss, cupping his cheeks, holding your entire world between your hands. You desperately wanted to get into a University in New York City or somewhere close. You didn’t have much of a life here in this country, your mum was here, she had her own support system. Natasha was heading to Australia unless she got a better opportunity in USA. 

You knew your life with Bucky was there, he had helped you to learn to build something of your own and now you wanted to build a life with him. 

“I got in.” You repeat happily, Bucky places affectionate kisses all over your face. 

“I’m so so so proud of you.” He beams at you, placing you back down as your legs unwrap from his waist.

“I love you.” You tell him, still cupping his face, “I know you were ready to move, but, but my life isn’t here, not anymore, its is far away from all that held me back. With someone who helped me see my potential who taught me to harness it, you made me learn to be someone for myself Bucky. My future is with you, every step of it, from the apartment to the house we’ll make a home.” 

Bucky finds his eyes watering, blinking back tears, and his lips hurting from the wise smile on his face. He doesn’t know what to say, what to say to agree with you, because he thinks back to the small box in the pair of socks still hidden in his suitcase.

“I love you. I hope to keep being the man you need me to be.” He says instead, watching your eyes shower him with love, you hug him tightly. Pulling him into the same embrace and warmth that saved him in so many ways.

Twelve Months Later.

Bucky🌻: how did it go?

Doll🌸: i’M DONE WITH MY MASTERSS!  <GIF of Elle Woods saying we did it>

Bucky🌻: that’s my girl! i take it this exam went really good?

Doll🌸: extremely, you were right I was scared over nothing

Bucky🌻: i do tend to be right

Doll🌸: yes, yes, gloat

Bucky🌻: so we’re on for tonight right? that special live post mortem episode before Shane and Ryan go onto their own channel combined with your favourite blanket fort and blanket fort contractor?

Doll🌸: I’m so excited, it’s our first anniversary, i just feel butterflies all around me, but why are we going home? Is something wrong at the apartment? Did I leave the oven on?

Bucky winces, he knew this question would arise. He only hoped you would buy the lie.

Doll🌸: Bucky????

Bucky🌻: well you know that leaky faucet in the guest bath that drives you nuts? they had to take the tiles out and there is mould. Alpine is at Mum’s so while they work to get it out, we need to be out of their way, they’re planning to check the other rooms as well. No you did turn the oven off.

Doll🌸: did you contact the landlord? We aren’t paying this month’s rent.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head.

“She bought it?” Steve wonders and Sam cheers as Bucky nods.

Bucky🌻: I know its inconvenient-ish but the bathrooms work there and I’ve gotten the blanket fort supplies and my portable wifi.

Doll🌸: sometimes I feel you love that device more than me.

Bucky🌻: I love you two equally.

Doll🌸: You look at it as if you want to marry it 😂 one day i’ll wake up and see a diamond welded into the device.

His lips part, you’re going to re-read this conversation and really be baffled. 

Bucky🌻: Diamonds won’t suit it, they would however suit you.

Doll🌸: <insert meme of corgi dog giving a side eye glance> buttering me up won’t deny the fact you love that device.

Bucky🌻: i’m not denying nor am i confirming.

Doll🌸: on a serious note, Kate and I are going to grab a celebratory cookie, do you want any? Nat might be joining us, so I might just meet you directly at the house.

Bucky🌻: that’s alright, oh yes, a chocolate chip and red velvet one please. thats good, enjoy yourself, i’ll be waiting at the house for you.

Doll🌸: i’ll bring you two of each, you always want two but say one and then you get this little cute pout and it makes me want to kiss you. so forget the fact i’m getting two so i can kiss the pout.

Bucky🌻: just say you love kissing me

Doll🌸: i am not denying nor am i confirming 

Bucky🌻: you’re a little brat

Doll🌸: you love me

Bucky🌻: i do, i really, really do 

Bucky places his phone back in his pocket, turning to Sam and Steve who are arranging the lights across the ceiling. He is going all out, taking trinket moments from the one year of being your boyfriend and incorporating them in someway.

Tiramisu for homage to the first date, he bought in the teddy bear he won you from the carnival date, a sunflower and lily, the polaroid picture of you two meeting for the first time, the polaroid picture of both of you stuffing your faces with gyros and his favourite— the picture his mum took of the two of you during your first experience with snowfall in her backyard. 

The photos would stay hidden because the lights would be dimmed, Sam and Steve had let him borrow their vlogging camera and GoPros fully charged. None of them would be here, and he wanted to record the proposal, his palm began sweating again at the word. Kate and Nat sent him pictures of you, completely oblivious of what is to come.

He shoves away the nervous thought and moves to assist an arguing pair of Sam and Steve, over how to loop the lights effectively.

The way he set up the lights and blanket fort you can’t take your eyes off of any surface, he’s set up a small TV connected to his laptop set with the live video countdown. The little scrapbook you made of the memories fails in comparison to his set up.

Maybe Nat’s lingerie idea was good, though the stupid lace pokes you if you sit a certain way. 

“Bucky this is beautiful!” You hug him tightly, he smiles. resting his cheek on your head.

“Only the best for you.” He murmurs, placing a kiss to your forehead as you both part.

“Happy Anniversary Doll.” He strokes your cheek.

“Happy Anniversary Bucky.” You beam up at him, leaning into his touch.

He leans down, capturing your lips with his, he hums at the taste of you. Almost losing himself and wanting to take you apart right then and there.

Your wandering hands were breaking his resolve, he manages to pull away.

“In due time, first food and look, in thirty seconds they are starting!” He points to the screen. Bucky leads you to the plush mattress pushes against the wall and the blankets making a fort the lights add harmony and you just feel surrounded by Bucky and the one year you have spent together.

The plates are set up, take out boxes and cutlery in place. 

“Hey everyone, today is a special live episode from your ghoul boys.” Ryan smiles as the episode begins.

“Better not say something stupid.” Shane adds,

“You’re the one I’m worried about.” Ryan rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“Well let’s head onto gramtown then, pick a question any question!” Shane grins as they both begin scrolling.

“Damn, I forgot the drinks,” Bucky stands and moves towards the kitchen you, grab his arm.

“Hey no its okay—,”

“I feel parched, I’ll be a second.” Bucky goes to the kitchen you turn back to the screen.

“Ah, here’s one from @/mario_kart_connoisseur, they say ‘if you had to exchange places with an anomaly you’ve explored who would it be and why?’” Ryan reads, and taps his chin pondering.

“Bucky? This is a good question…” You laugh a little at Shane’s expression. 

“I hear it, I think he’ll say Mothman?” Bucky calls out, looking down at the ring in the box, taking deep breaths. 

“I’m going to say Mothman? he’s a cool, funky dude also flying would be cool? Plus his merch is badass.” Shane offers, Ryan raises a brow. 

You laugh, “You were right.” 

“Honestly I expected you to say big-foot. Or the Goatsman.” Ryan shakes his head.

“Why would I pick the latter? I already have his bridge.” Shane shakes his head to say as if, and that Ryan should keep up.

“Bucky? Do you need help?” You ask looking towards the kitchen as he comes out with a tray holding the cans, the ring box in his pocket.

“I got it, sorry,” he places it downward you take it from his hand to allow him to sit.

“Well I think I would pick Big-Foot you know? Nice wilderness, calming streams, one with the earth, people never taking a good picture of me, ya know the usual?” Ryan glares at Shane.

“Oh come on it is meme material.” Shane defends.

“Shoot, forgot the ice.” Bucky tsks quickly going to the kitchen again but this time he carefully places the camera on the floor, making sure you aren’t looking this way, where it will be able to capture the two of you, the GoPro already recording everything on the opposite end.

“And our next question is from @/b.barnes, he asks,” Shane narrows his eyes and turns his phone to Ryan, your eyes narrow confused.

“Bucky they are looking at your question?” 

“Oh? I forgot what i sent?” He calls out, from the kitchen.

“I think it is appropriate for Live.” Ryan shrugs, “Read it line by line?”

“Sure,” Shane clears his throat and you observe Bucky stand holding the ice bowl facing the screen.

“‘So my girlfriend and I actually met because of your show, she replied to a comment I had made so i want to ask you to ask her something, it would be our first anniversary,’” Shane reads, Ryan smiles taking the phone.

Your jaw is on the floor your eyes not leaving the screen.

“‘Could you please ask her to look to the left? After that I’ll do the rest. Thank you.’” Ryan looks at the camera as does Shane.

“James I hope she is looking,” Ryan seems hopeful,

“Y/N why are you looking at the screen look at James!” Shane emphasises using his hands to motion to the left.

The video cuts off and the starlights brighten, you look at Bucky and he is down on one knee, a small velvet box open in his palm. Your hand flies to your mouth as you scramble to stand, tears already pooling at your eyes, you blink them back.

“A year, three months and five days ago you came into my life, one small comment from you and a little bit of me trying to know if I could zoom in on the picture of your profile, you were in my dreams that night, ever since then I’ve strived to make you my reality,” Bucky’s voice cracks, eyes tearing up, “Everyday with you is beautiful, be it laughing or when we argue, I’ve seen hell, I’ve lived in hell, even when there was distance between us I found myself in heaven. I found my home in you, i have loved you with all of me,” Bucky gives you a watery smile and inhales deeply before continuing,

“I bought this ring the day I shopped with your mom for your earrings. However, I knew the day I bought you your first bouquet of flowers that one day I’d be down on one knee for you, and here I am,  so my sweet, sweet Doll, will you give me the absolute honour of being your husband? Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?”

You can’t stop the tears, as you cross the short distance, kneeling in front of him. You wipe at his tears, they keep coming as do yours, your heart hammering so loud you wonder if Bucky can hear it.

Bucky gulps, his heart in his throat, then you smile, nod, and whisper, “Yes,”

“Yes,” You say louder, “A thousand times yes.” Your arms wrap around his neck, his moves around your waist, as your lips meet his, the kiss is soft so reminiscent of your first one shared. 

Bucky pulls away, slowly. 

“Hold the box? Wanna do this right.” He requests, as you hold the box in your right hand, he retrieves the ring from its place and you offer your left hand. The ring moves into place, fitting perfectly, the diamonds reflecting the starlights. 

Bucky takes your hand in his, placing a kiss to your palm and over your knuckles. He looks up at you a giddy, ecstatic grin on his features, you can’t help but mimic it.

“I love you.” you say, leaning towards him, your ring glad hand on his chest.

“I love you.” he says, leaning in, as your lips meet once again.

A.N: i honestly, it has not hit me that this fic is over, maybe after a day or two it will, i want to thank all of you for reading and coming along the journey of doll and bucky over these fifteen chapters. thank you for your sweet comments, reblogs and love, thank you for giving my fic a chance to be with you, to maybe provide comfort, provide a distraction or anything that this fic was or is for you.

i want to remind you that i will be open to writing more for this pairing more so one shots or drabbles about different moments, you can send in requests and i may come up with a few concepts but it will be a while before i post anything, i do have another bucky fic lined up might post about it in a week? idk.

A big hug from me and forehead kisses to all of you, thank you for everything you have provided to me by showing my story so much of love and care, i am so thankful.

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[findroleplay]

hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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[bluebirdsboi]

MCU Masterlist | Last Updated: 8/13/23

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Augustus “Pug” Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

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[the-marshals-wife]

Imagines Masterlist

🤍 Updated 3/30/2024 | Requests are currently //OPEN//

I write exclusively x Fem!Reader

Most of my writing is fluff and hurt+comfort, both romantic and platonic. Willing to indulge in angst™ if the muse descends

All of my writing is rated General Audiences unless otherwise stated with specific content warnings detailed on each

For R-rated fandoms like John Wick or Joker, I still rate my writing non-explicit because the audience hopefully knows what they're in for based on the source content. I.E. blood and violence may be mentioned, but not graphically described unless otherwise stated

I do not write smut or NSFW content

Star Wars

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch Having a Token of Their Love For You Would Include (Bad Batch x Reader)

Having A Child With Wrecker Would Include (Wrecker x Reader)

Having A Child With Tech Would Include (Tech x Reader)

Shot Through The Heart (Crosshair x Reader)

Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)

Keep Me Close (Tech x Reader)

Watch Your Step (Hunter x Reader) [Request]

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The Clone Wars

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include (Hardcase x Reader) [Request]

Not Alone (Captain Rex x Reader)

More

Revenant (Baylan Skoll x Reader)

Nothing Else Matters (Melshi x Reader)

Token (Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x Reader)

What Comes After (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Kindred Spirits (F |Star Wars Visions| x Reader [Platonic]) [Request]

Imagine Being Collected By The Mandalorian (x Reader Prompt)

John Wick

Angel Shot (John Wick x Reader)

Pariah (John Wick x Reader)

Safe and Sound (John Wick x Reader) [Request]

Marvel

Scars (Yong-Rogg x Reader)

Sunrise (Yong-Rogg x Reader) [Request]

Better Half (Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader) [Request]

Spellbound (Mysterio/Quentin Beck x Reader)

Aquaman

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Joker (2019)

Sticks and Stones (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Pt 1]

Sticks and Stones (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Pt 2]

Sticks and Stones (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Pt 3]

Lost and Found (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Request]

Misc.

Broke the Mold (Ken x Reader) - Barbie (2023)

Shelter (Balthazar Blake x Reader) - The Sorcerer's Apprentice

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