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I live in Alabama. I know this ice cream. I love this ice cream.

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stupid till i get taking all the stupid

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Make It to Me

Steve Rogers x First-Person Reader (College AU)

Word Count: ~2060

Just a little background: I wrote this a while back. It’s been finished, but I was never sure I wanted to post it. I also wrote this during a time when my distaste for Sharon Carter was pretty intense so you’ll find that’s a thing here. As for the title... I have a habit of sorting through my iTunes playlists when I can’t think of anything. “Make it to Me” by Sam Smith kept jumping out, and when I listened to it, I felt like it was a good fit. Anyway...

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

“How could he do this to me?” I wipe my cheeks, trying to wipe my tears away though they keep falling, “I did everything right. At least, I thought I did.”

“This has nothing to do with you. He did this on his own.”

“He said he loved me.”

Natasha wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her, “I’ve seen the two of you together. I really believe he did. I’m sure he still does.”

I pull away from her, “You don’t do that sort of thing to someone you love.” I take a deep breath and stand, “I’m going to bed.”

“You know I’m here if you need me.”

“I know.”

I bid her good night and retreat to my bedroom. My phone buzzes pretty much non-stop as I get ready for bed. I check all the texts, all the missed calls, and they’re all from him. I sigh, silencing my phone completely and leaving it on my desk to charge. I lay down, my gaze settling on the picture frame on my nightstand.

A sweet memory of us trapped in time. His smile brings a tear to my eye. I turn down the picture and turn my back to it.

How could he do this?

It’s nice out, not too warm, not too cold. I’ve got one earbud in and my eyes set on the library. I’m meeting Natasha there before we head to lunch.

I recognize the voice that’s shouting my name from somewhere behind me. I do my best to ignore it. He cuts me off, holding his hands up in front of him.

“Wait, please.”

“I’m meeting Natasha.”

“I just need two minutes.” His eyes are dark; he looks so tired, “That’s all I’m asking for.”

I see sincerity in his gaze. I nod, conceding to his request despite my better judgement.

“Two minutes.”

We stare at each other in silence for a moment. He seems to be searching for the right words to say or at least the right way to say the words he’s already thought of.

“We had a few people over. We were drinking. Bucky tried to stay between us, and she just wouldn’t leave me alone. It was late. Everyone had gone home. You were on your way over. I was getting ready for bed. I thought it was you, but when I looked up, she was there.”

“But you still kissed her.”

“You know me better than that. I would never do anything to hurt you. (Y/N), I love you.”

He reaches out to me, but I take a quick step back.

“I need some time to think.”

“I understand.”

He steps to the side. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away.

“Do you believe him?”

“He’s never given me a reason not to trust him.”

“But do you believe him?”

When I don’t answer, she sets her fork down and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I think you should call your brother.”

I nod, taking my phone out of my pocket and quickly dialing my brother’s number.

“Yes?”

“I need information.”

“On?”

“I think you know.”

“Coffee shop in ten?”

“Sounds good.”

“Cool. Love ya.”

“Love you too.”

I stare out the large front window of the coffee shop, my hands wrapped around the warm mug of hot chocolate in front of me. Just as I raise it to my lips, I see him passing by the window. I meet him halfway as he walks toward the table, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tight. He returns the embrace and chuckles softly.

“Come on.” He mutters, leading me back to the table.

He orders a cup of coffee. We sit across from each other in silence for a bit.

“Steve’s pretty torn up.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes, “I’m aware.”

He watches me over the rim of his mug.

“What?”

“This has you pretty messed up too, huh?”

I look down at the contents of my cup, watching the slow-moving swirls of froth on the top. He reaches across the table and takes my hand. I look up at him to find concern in the steel blue of his eyes.

“Talk to me, baby doll.”

“Last night, I walked in on my boyfriend kissing another girl.”

“No.”

“What?”

He sighs, “Last night, you walked in on another girl kissing your boyfriend.”

I groan, pulling my hand from his to run both of mine through my hair.

“Did you talk to him?”

“I’m finding it hard to decide if I believe him.”

“And you want to hear my side of the story?”

I shrug, “I’m your baby sister. I expect nothing but the truth from you.”

He doesn’t say much for a while, at least not to me. He gets a refill on his coffee, chats a bit with the barista. If I didn’t know his personality so well, I’d be frustrated. I’m actually sort of amused when he finally starts to talk.

“We didn’t even invite her. She came with a couple of the other girls, and it didn’t feel right making her leave while her friends stayed. I mean, she seemed cool enough. We were all hanging out, drinking, laughing, just having a good time, you know.” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair, “Wanda had pointed it out to me first, the way she was pushing up on him. I tried to stay between them. Both Wanda and Pietro told her to back off. It seemed like she got the picture eventually.” His fingertips tap the side of the porcelain mug, “Once everyone was gone, Steve stopped by my room to let me know you were going to be coming over.” His voice drops, and he meets my eyes steadily, “I didn’t know she was still in the apartment. Neither of us did.”

I remove my gaze from his, “He still let it happen.”

“He got caught off guard.”

“I should have known you would defend him.” I mutter, quickly catching a tear as it falls down my cheek.

“I’m not defending him, and I’m sure as hell not excusing what he did. If I didn’t know him like I do or if he was anyone else, he’d be choking on his teeth, but I do know him. I know he would never do anything to hurt you. You know that, too, but you’re scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“When the two of you started dating, you told me that you were worried that one day, he’d change his mind about you. Then we started college, and you freaked out again. He told you over and over that you had nothing to worry about. Since you started here, everything’s been fine. You two have been together for three years. Don’t let someone else ruin a good thing.” He slides his phone across the table, “Call him.”

“I have a phone, you know?”

“I just want you to hear his voice when he thinks it’s not you.”

I’m shaking a little, my thumb hovering over his name in the contact list. I click it and put the phone to my ear to at least try to eliminate the temptation to end the call.

“Hey, Buck.”

I stifle a gasp. His voice is lower. He sniffles and clears his throat.

“Buck?”

“Say something.” Bucky whispers.

“Hey, Steve.”

“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me from Bucky’s phone?”

“He made me.”

“I take it you talked to him then?”

“Yeah, he’s sitting right here actually.”

“Of course, he is.”

He laughs a bit. I smile. Things fall silent between us for a few moments.

“(Y/N), listen, I_”

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything.”

“You remember that bridge you took me to the first time I visited you here, the one by that little stream?”

“Of course.”

“I need you to meet me there in fifteen minutes.”

“Consider it done. I’ll see you soon.”

I end the call and slide Bucky’s phone back to him.

“Why fifteen minutes?” he asks, slipping the device back into his jacket pocket. “That place is like five minutes from here?”

“I’m gonna walk. I need time to think.”

“I can walk with you, if you want.”

“I guess I could use the company.”

My gaze is trained downward as we walk, and my mind is running a mile a minute. I know what I want to say to Steve when I get to the bridge, but I’m worried that the minute I look into his eyes, I’ll forget everything and fall right into his arms.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

“I want to forgive him, Buck.”

“You already have.” He smiles, glancing over at me, “You forgave him before you left the apartment last night, but he hurt you, so you want him to hurt, too. You’re punishing him.”

“Remind me never to let you take another psych class.”

He chuckles, “I’m just saying that I think you’re ready to let this go.”

He suddenly grabs me by the shoulders and turns me around. I see Steve standing in the distance, skipping rocks across the surface of the water.

Bucky leans forward, whispering “go get him” in my ear. He gives me a little nudge forward. I hesitate.

Why am I hesitating?

“Go.”

I run, closing the distance between us as quickly as I can and calling out to him. He turns to me, his face lighting up as I jump right into his arms. He eventually sets me down, brushing my hair behind my ear and smiling down at me.

“Are we good?” he whispers.

I nod my head, “We’re good.”

“Good. I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I bought it a week ago. I was gonna give it to you last night.” He reaches into his pocket, “It’s not much, but…”

As his voice trails off, he holds up a necklace. It’s simple, a silver chain with a star hanging from it; our birthstones are semicircles set together in the center. He unclasps it and slips it around my neck. Once it’s secure, I reach up to touch the pendant.

“It’s beautiful.”

I smile, stepping up on my toes and finally kissing him. His fingertips caress my cheeks gently as he kisses me back. His phone goes off in his pocket. He groans as he pulls away. He looks at the screen and laughs softly.

“Bucky wants me to let you know that he’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight. He also says, “you’re welcome”. I guess we have the apartment to ourselves tonight.”

I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, taking my bottom lip between my teeth, “It seems that way.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I’ve got class at 5.”

“Tonight then?”

“I’ll take my car home, and you can pick me up from my place.”

“Eight o’clock?”

I nod my head, pulling him down for another long kiss. I smile into it, his arms tight around my waist as he lifts me from the ground.

Time ticks by so slowly. My mind has turned my professor into one of the adults from the Peanuts cartoons. By the time he releases us, my notebook has an army of doodles mixed in with my notes.

By nine, Steve and I are camped out in the living room in our underwear. He’s sitting on the floor in front of where I am on the couch. We’re on the tail-end of our best-two-out-of-three Mario Kart races.

“Stop cheating!” I shout, nudging his shoulder with my foot.

“It’s skill, baby, not cheating.”

He passes the finish line in first place. He turns to me with a smug grin on his face. I narrow my eyes at him, thumping his forehead. I fall over onto the couch, reaching out for him. He climbs onto the couch with me, moving to hover over me.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

I run my fingers through the length of his hair, “Hi, Stevie.”

“I missed you.”

“I don’t want to talk about that anymore. It happened. It’s over.”

He nods, scooting down on the couch to rest his head on my chest.

“I love you.”

I raise up a bit to kiss the top of his head, “I love you, too.”

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Ohmigosh, you guys!!

There's so many of you, and I love you all so much. Thanks for giving me a reason.

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If I started writing for Game of Thrones...

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It's good to be back.

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I’m new to tumblr so if this isn’t how you’re supposed to request something I’m sorry?? But i was thinking of a Chris Evans x reader and it’s an interview and the reader asks “does Chris wanna be a daddy” and Chris is like oh??? But then says “yes Chris does wanna be a daddy” (ends in a smut)like that interview for gifted that he did last year (also sorry if that didn’t make sense English isn’t my first language)

HI!!

I know it’s been some time since you sent me this request, but I haven’t had a lot of writing time. (Even now, I should probably be sleeping). Anyway, I couldn’t leave you hanging so here it is.

“Not” Trying

I didn’t have to adjust your request a bit for a better story flow, but I think it worked out.

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“Not” Trying

Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: ~1200

Anonymous asked: I’m new to tumblr so if this isn’t how you’re supposed to request something I’m sorry?? But i was thinking of a Chris Evans x reader and it’s an interview and the reader asks “does Chris wanna be a daddy” and Chris is like oh??? But then says “yes Chris does wanna be a daddy” (ends in a smut)like that interview for gifted that he did last year (also sorry if that didn’t make sense English isn’t my first language) 

A/N: Sooooo... this took a long time. Life definitely got in the way a bit, but here it is. I did have to adjust the request a bit, but still, I hope it was worth the wait.

It’s awards season, so you’ve been traveling around with Chris while he makes his appearances. You’ve been to a couple of the ceremonies with him, but it’s understandably exhausting; so, you’re grateful when he asks if you want to sit this one out.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I know you’re still getting used to all of this. Plus, I think Dodger would love the company.”

You both smile, looking to where Dodger lies on the floor chewing on his favorite toy.

“Go take your shower. I’ll set your suit out.”

After a while, you’re sitting on the couch in your hotel room with Dodger’s head in your lap and a glass of wine in your hand. You’ve got the tv turned to the awards show. You see Sebastian, Scarlet, and many of your other friends coming down the red carpet looking like the stars they are. When you see Chris, you smile, pointing and telling Dodger, “There’s Daddy.”

He even sits up at little, cocking his head to the side and grumbling.

Chris is pulled off to the side for a short interview. There’s a couple of questions about any upcoming projects, the end of his time as Captain America. You watch as he does that nervous thing he does: turning his wedding ring on his finger.

“Missing your wife?” the reporter asks with a smile.

He nods, “Whenever she’s not with me.”

“How long has it been now?”

“A little over a year.”

“And how’s she adjusting to life in the limelight?”

“Better than I could have hoped, but she’s aware of her limits; I try to keep them in mind, as well.”

“And what about family?”

He stammers a bit, his cheeks flushing red.

“Does Chris Evans want to be a daddy?”

Before he can answer, one of the ushers comes along to move him forward.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t discussed kids but always as an aspect of the future. Then again, you hadn’t talked about it in a while, and maybe it was time to, at least, bring it up again.

It’s late. Dodger’s fast asleep in his bed in the corner of the room. You hear a sound at the door to your suite, and thinking that it must be Chris, you turn off the bedroom light and lie down, faking sleep. You hear him put his keys down on the counter. He does his best to keep his steps light as he comes into the room.

You hear Dodger groan, but Chris shushes him, whispering, “It’s just me, buddy.”

You’re turned to face the bathroom door so when he closes it behind him, you open your eyes and watch the changes in the light that comes from underneath the door as he moves around. You close your eyes again when you hear the knob start to turn.

He climbs into bed beside you, moving in and wrapping his arm around you. He kisses your forehead, sighs softly, and starts to settle in, but you can’t let him settle.

“Chris.”

“I knew you weren’t sleeping.”

“I was waiting for you. I need to talk to you.”

“If this is about that reporter_”

“It is, and it isn’t.” You put your hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat start to pick up. He sighs, but you catch his freak out by continuing you short speech, “I know when we talked about all of this before, we agreed there was no rush. That hasn’t changed. It’s just… I’ve been doing a little thinking, and I came up with a solution.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“We don’t have to start trying. We just stop ‘not’ trying.”

He makes a sound, and you can hear the smile in voice when he says, “It’s so crazy; it just might work.”

You laugh, reaching up to touch his face, stroking his cheek. His hand slides down beneath the covers to your hip, tightening a bit as he pulls you close.

His voice is suddenly much lower when he asks, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Instead of voicing your affirmation, you pull up to press your lips hard against his. He starts to roll to his back, guiding you into his lap. You can barely see him in the darkness of the room so your hands begin to explore the familiar body pinned beneath yours. His touch is light, his fingertips moving slowly across your skin before he takes two rough handfuls of your ass, grinding you down against his cock. Considering your lack of underwear, his actions cause you to moan out loud.

Your hands grip his shoulders as he guides you back and forth over his clothed erection. You know you must have soaked through his underwear by now, but he keeps going, guiding you right to the edge of your climax before hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you up his face.

Your knees straddling his head, you grip the headboard tight as his tongue writes some obscene form of poetry over your clit. He holds you in place at first but lets go after a moment, also stopping his ministrations just long enough to tell you not to move. You hold your position as he continues while, more than likely, removing his underwear.

The edge is hard place to be when the sensation of his beard against your skin is still so fresh, but the edge is where he leaves you once again as he moves you back down to his lap. Fortunately, there’s not a stitch of clothing separating you now.

You sit back on his thighs, taking him into your hand and pumping his cock a couple of times before raising your hips and slowly lowering them again as you take him in.

Even though his hands are on your hips, he doesn’t try to take control of your movements. He already cut off your climax twice, but now… now he was going to let you get there whenever you were ready.

So, you keep your pace slow, giving yourself time to come back from the edge of bit while pushing him toward it.

His grip tightens and loosens on your hips as he fights the urge to take over. Taking this as a sign that he can’t/won’t take much more, you lean down to his ear, leaving a quick kiss before whispering, “How do you want me?”

Taking his cue, he sits up, keeping his hands on your hip and his face close to yours.

“Just like this.”

You brace yourself with an arm around his neck and a hand on his shoulder. He kisses and bites at your neck all while fucking into you at a relentless pace. He’s taken complete control, using your hips and his own to push you both over the edge.

Your fingernails dig deep crescents into his skin as he lets go inside of you. Your body tightens around him, milking him for all he’s worth as you both slowly drift back to reality.

You collapse together into the mess of sheets, quickly falling asleep with whispered “I love you”s lingering in the small air space between your lips.

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Just a quick hello.

Hi everybody!

As you all may know, I took some time, like a lot of time, to get myself together. Things are still pretty far up in the air but should at least start to come down next week. I've been writing as much as i can, working on the couple of requests I still have waiting. I appreciate every single new like, comment, and follow that still comes even though I haven't posted anything original in a while.

You guys keep my hopes up.

Love you all.

❤❤

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Walking around all sexy and stuff...

Steve Rogers, part time runway model

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I want to personally thank you for your writing I can't tell you how much hope you have given me I found you because of the daughter stark fic and have been hooked since you gave me hope for the future hope things would get better.. I can't thank you enough

Aw, honey 😭😭

I'm glad I could do that for you. I hope you always find that sort of inspiration in the little things around you. I for sure never expected my work to be that for someone. Stay strong, doll! 😚😚😚😚

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He looks like that one cool professor who lets you out of class a half hour early and always gives extensions on homework.

...Oh no... I think I just started something new. Let’s add it to the list of WIPs.

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Ok so for the tony stark smut, I was thinking that the reader and tony get into an argument and while the reader is sleeping, tony tries to have sex with her while she’s laying on the side and he just pulls her leg over his hip and it’s goes from there. Idk what the ending would be about buttttt that’s it 😁

Hey there, love. So, I know this was a long time in the making, but writer’s block hit me hard a while back and it took a while to get my mojo back. I got it, and this was the first thing I did. I hope it’s worth the wait.

Silence Means Nothing

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Silence Means Nothing

Tony Stark x Reader

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Anonymous asked: Ok so for the tony stark smut, I was thinking that the reader and tony get into an argument and while the reader is sleeping, tony tries to have sex with her while she’s laying on the side and he just pulls her leg over his hip and it’s goes from there. Idk what the ending would be about buttttt that’s it 😁

A/N: Wow, okay, so this took a long time. After starting my new job, I only had about 48 actual hours off, and I spent most of them sleeping. I tried working on it, but I lost my way for a long time. Anyway, I hope you’re still out there waiting, and I’m sorry for making you wait so long.

Come on, Tony. Say something.

Pepper and I, even though it has been some time, were finally going to address the many questions about our break-up. She had asked for time, and I needed it just as much.

Everything got out of hand so fast. There were at least a dozen reporters, and they were free to ask their questions. It was almost over; every issue had been addressed: the future of the company, the status of our relationship now, both working and personal. Then, someone asked about (Y/N).

I would never say that (Y/N) was the reason me and Pepper ended things. That wouldn’t be fair, but more importantly, it’s the furthest thing from the truth. Pepper and I had simply grown apart. (Y/N) was my lab assistant. She helped with the maintenance on the existing machines and helped me develop the newer things, like Peter’s new suit. Things had progressed naturally with us, and it’s unfortunate that as Pepper and I grew apart, (Y/N) and I grew closer.

(Y/N) blamed herself in the beginning, even more so when the break-up became official, but nothing hurt her more than when Pepper sat her down and reassured her that none of this was her fault.

I knew the truth. So, why couldn’t I say it? Why was I frozen there, staring at all these people as they stared back at me waiting for their answers? Why did I shut down at the sound of her name?

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s involvement in Tony’s life is a non-factor in our decision to separate. As we’ve already established, we are simply doing what is best for the both us. Now, unless there are any more relevant questions, I think we’re done here.”

She doesn’t wait for any form of a response, and I quickly decide it’s best to follow her as she leaves the stage.

“I’m so screwed.”

“What’s done is done, but you’ve got to get ahead of it. If you don’t, they’re going to start saying horrible things, and most of them will be about her.”

I know she’s right, and I hate it.

I decide not to waste any time, foregoing the car that’s waiting for me and taking the suit home. There’s this horrible anticipation weighing on me the entire length of the short flight. By the time, I land at the house, I’m just praying she hasn’t heard anything. I don’t think I can stand to see the look all of this will put on her face.

Unfortunately...

I’m too late. She’s sitting on the couch, her phone in one hand and her other hand covering her mouth. The light in the room is soft, but there’s enough for me to see the reflection of her tears on her face.

“(Y/N)_”

She takes a deep breath, dropping her hands and setting her phone on the coffee table. She doesn’t say anything. She just… stares at me.

Then she pushes the phone toward me. I cross the room to pick it up. When I unlock the screen, I understand why she won’t talk.

TONY STARK’S SILENCE SAYS IT ALL

“Just let me explain.”

She shakes her head and stands, taking her phone from my hand. She barely spares me a second glance as she leaves the living room; the sound of our bedroom door shutting hits me right in the gut.

My phone begins to go off with notifications of the same articles I’m sure she’s seen, and they all suggest the same thing: my silence contradicts Pepper’s defense.

A text from Pepper brings up the rear of every other notification.

Two Words: Fix it

…

(Y/N)’s in bed, and she’s facing away from me. I try my best not to wake her as I climb into bed behind her, even though she’s probably just lying there awake. If know her like I think I do, she’s been lying there thinking about all of this.

I move closer to her, and she doesn’t move away. She lets me put my arm around her. I think that maybe she’s decided to forgive me or at the very least we won’t go to bed angry, but then…

Hey, everyone. I’m Tony Stark, but of course, you all know that. Earlier today, I got caught off guard during an interview when someone asked me about my current relationship.

“(Y/N)_”

She shushes me and turns the volume up.

This caused a lot of controversy and speculation about her place in my life and her involvement in the decision made my Miss Potts and myself to separate. Pepper said it already, but I want to make it perfectly clear. I fell in love with someone else. Pepper realized it before I did, and we both agreed that I needed to follow my heart. She deserves to follow hers as well. I know silence can often say a lot, but my silence didn’t say anything. She’ll probably be mad at me for saying this, but I feel it needs to be said. She got hurt by all of this because you people didn’t have to courtesy to think of her. I know I messed up, but she shouldn’t have to pay for my mistakes. (Y/N), I failed you, and I hope that when you see this you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

“I was never angry. I know it’s all just talk, but when it’s coming from all angles, you kinda forget how to deal with it.” She rolls over to face me, “It wasn’t just tabloids this time. It was my family and my friends asking me if I was okay.”

“I should have done more.”

She reaches out, lightly caressing my cheek with her fingertips, “You did enough.”

She moves closer to me, raising her lips to mine. She raises her leg over my hip, pulling me flush to her as she grinds against me.

“Easy sweetheart.”

“But Tony...”

I touch my fingertip to her lips. She keeps her eyes locked on mine even as my fingertips travel beneath the sheets and over her skin. She takes a soft breath as my touch slips between her thighs. I find that she’s bare beneath, which makes me smile.

“Were you waiting for me?”

She nods shyly, her grip tightening on me. “Even though I wasn’t sure you were coming to bed.”

“I will never leave you alone after something like this.” I move my touch lower, pressing my fingertips to her entrance, “I will never leave you alone.”

She rolls her hips against my touch, moaning softly, her breath warm against my shoulder. She attempts to say my name, but it comes out choked. She pulls herself up, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.

“Slow down, sweetheart.”

“No.”

She pulls away from me, pushing against my shoulder and putting me on my back. She moves to straddle my waist, lifting her t-shirt over her head and tossing it away. I sit up to meet her lips, wrapping my arms around her back.

I’m forced to catch her hips. She protests with a whine.

“Hold on.”

I push her up, working my underwear down and kicking them off while fighting to keep her at bay. Her body shakes slightly as she sits up on her knees in front of me.

“What’s gotten into you?”

When she refuses to answer, I smile; I know what’s going on.

“You started without me.”

“I wasn’t sure…”

I touch my fingertip to her lips again, shushing her and smiling. “Come here.”

Her kiss is much more gentle, and she sighs heavily as she lowers her hips and takes me in. I try to keep her movements slow because I know neither of us will last very long. She bites and nips at my skin. My fingertips dig into her hips.

I let my head fall back into the headboard as her body begins to contract around me.

“Tony…”

“I know.” I groan, “Fuck, I know.”

I press my hand to her stomach, low enough to press my thumb to her clit. She tosses her head back, crying out. She clutches my shoulders but for only a second more before her entire body relaxes against me. I kiss her shoulder, running my fingertips up and down her back.

“We’re going to be okay.” She whispers.

“I know.”

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[let-it-go-and-let-it-live]

Bucky: You need them to think you’re stronger than you actually are.

Tony: That’s what you do?

Bucky: Me? Oh, no. My power is no illusion. I can fucking demolish you.

[let-it-go-and-let-it-live]

Seriously Hurt 

Summary: This time when Wade Wilson breaks into the Avenger’s Tower it isn’t just to piss Tony off, it’s to save the readers life. As the team, especially Tony, learns more about the reader they reach a crossroads. Can a person’s past be forgiven? Is it who you are now and not who you were then, that matters? Do people deserve a second chance? Bucky seems to think so. 

Word Count: 2708

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Tony rolled his eyes as he watched Wade enter the room. This was the third time Wade had broken into the tower, despite the top of the line security system that he himself had programmed.

“Well aren’t you the gift that keeps on giving”. Wade was unfazed by Tony’s sarcasm, besides he knew Tony secretly love their little game of cat and mouse. Stepping to the side Wade revealed the true reason for his visit.

He looked to Tony, “Don’t get your panties in a twist R2D2, I ain’t here for me today”. As Wade nudged your side you knew this was your turn to talk. Now, not only was Tony looking at you but both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

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