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Our Home (One-Shot)

T’Challa x Reader

Word Count: 1110

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

I step off the plane and for the first time in seven years, walk on the soil of my homeland. I look up and recognize the Wakanda sky, the distinct blue, and the abnormal cloud formations caused slightly by pollution. I take in a deep breath, and the smells of familiar foods and flowers flood my senses. I soon collect my heavy luggage and haul it outside to the taxi waiting for me.

“Where to, miss?”

I hesitate for a moment, deciding where my destination will be. I almost tell him the address of my former home, only to realize that there will be no one there to welcome me with open arms. I then tell him the address of the home of my former best friend, the only person who I know will still remember me.

“Take me to the palace, please.”

The drive is quiet, and I can’t help but stare out the window at the scenery I spent so long away from. The palace comes into sight quicker than imagined and I crane my head up to see the beauty of the royal home.

I gather my bags and approach the main entrance, only to be stopped by a guard.

“I’m an old friend of the king,” I state.

He responds with a questioning look, but nonetheless leads me inside. He prompts me to leave my luggage by the door in the corridor, to which I obey. He then leads me into the right wing, where the palace gardens are located, along with the king’s private quarters. Pushing what appears to be a heavy door open, I am suddenly greeted by the welcoming aroma of the flowers and plants adorning the beautiful area.

“My king,” the guard calls out, interrupting the conversation taking place.

T’Challa turns around, clearly irritated at being disturbed, but stops short when he sees me.

“(Y/N)?” I smile and take a step towards him, beaming at his remembrance. “What are you doing here? What are you doing in Wakanda?” he asks questions, almost dumbfounded at having me before him.

I shrug my shoulders softly. “I decided to come home.”

With a single stride, he envelopes me in his strong arms, almost picking me up off the ground in his embrace. I return the warm gesture and meet his eyes as we each pull away.

With the clearing of the throat of the guard behind me, we are brought back out of our temporary bubble, and T’Challa returns to his kingly stature.

“If everyone would please excuse me, my friend and I need some time to catch up.”

He leads me away and back down the way I originally came. It’s only then that I realize he is taking me to the royal library, a quiet place where only he is permitted entrance. I sit across from him in one of the soft, cushioned seats and smile once more.

“So, what made you decide to finally come home?”

I shake my head. “I honestly don’t know. I just decided to get on a plane with the destination here.”

He smiles brightly. “Well, I’m glad you did. It has been far too long since you left Wakanda.”

I agree. “It had been.”

“Are you here temporarily or permanently?”

“I haven’t quite decided yet.”

“Do you know where you will be staying?”

I shake my head and laugh slightly. “This trip had no prior planning. I got on the plane and figured I would decide everything later.”

“Well, I would like to formally extend to you the offer to stay in the palace with me.”

“Are you sure? I would never want to intrude.”

“Absolutely.”

*********

I have now spent two months in the Wakanda palace with T’Challa and I must say, it has been far better than any dream. The guards, the cooks, the maids, and everyone else in the palace treat me as if I am their queen. It may be that as the king’s friend, they fear me, or any repercussions that may come their way dare they do anything to wrong me. Or, it may be that they see me as a potential queen, someone the king may court in the future.

I may fantasize and laugh at my silly alternate realities, but in all truth, the latter may not be too crazy of an idea. T’Challa and I have been the best of friends since we were small children, with my father and mother working alongside the king and queen and serving as guides and assistants of sorts. I spent much of my childhood seeing and working backstage in many royal affairs and even wandering the palace, often causing trouble with the now king.

There were once rumors of an alleged planned marriage, but those quickly died down when my mother and father decided to move to the United States as royal embassies of Wakanda, then taking me with the them.

I now stare out over a vast expansion of the country, my thumbs twiddling in my lap, lost in thought.

“What’s on your mind?” T’Challa speaks, interrupting my train of thought.

I turn my head and see him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

“I’m just thinking about old times.”

I turn my attention back to the country, gorgeous despite its flaws. I hear him approach me from behind and then feel him wrap his arms around my waist and join his hands against my stomach.

“What about old times?”

“Do you remember when there was talk about an alleged arranged marriage?”

He nods as he rests his chin on my shoulder. “I do.”

I chuckle. “I can’t imagine who thought that up.”

“Would it really be that crazy?”

I slowly turn in his arms and look up at him. “What?” I ask softly.

“Would the idea of us married be so crazy?”

After I moment, I say, “No. I just never gave it much thought.”

“I have.” He pauses. “I know we’ve never exactly had a romantic relationship, but it was still intimate none the less.” I nod in agreement. “Throughout these past two months … please tell me I haven’t been the only feeling … this.”

“You haven’t been.”

“As hard as the seven years apart were, maybe it’s a good thing they happened.”

I nod. “I know what you mean.”

“Then … will you be my queen?”

“Are you …”

“I’ve spent all my life in this palace, a good portion of it with you by my side. I’ve always called it my home, but now … I’d like to call it our home.” He takes in a breath. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

“Yes.”

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The Interview [Part 3]

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1064

Rating: M

Warnings: smut

I slide the ring on my finger as I step up to behind the curtain to walk out onto stage to greet Jimmy Fallon. Sebastian stands beside me and I nudge him gently with my hand, to which he pushes away.

“Sebastian, we have to talk to each other. Look at where we are,” I whisper.

He stares at me intently, his eyes burning in anger. “So, act. You’re good at that.”

I am a bit taken aback by his tone, but I bite my tongue, put on a smile and wave to the crowd as we are welcomed onto the stage. We all take our seats and Jimmy, in his giggly manner, jumps straight in.

“So, I’m supposed to talk about the movie, but I’m pretty sure everyone in the audience has already seen it, and you’ve already talked about it a bunch of times, so I’m just going to skip that part.”

Sebastian and I both laugh and I respond with, “Everyone in the audience better have seen it.”

Seb laughs again and puts his arm around, squeezing almost a little too tight, but nonetheless, it’s an embrace I have missed.

“So, let’s talk about relationship,” Jimmy muses, resting his chins on his hands as a teenage girl would during a gossip session.

I shrug. “I mean, what more is there to say? We’re engaged.” I hold up my left hand and continue, “I’ve even got the ring to prove it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sebastian do a double take as he sees the ring, quickly hiding his surprise. I inwardly smile, glad to finally have his attention.

“So, how did he propose? We’re all dying to know,” Jimmy says, sarcastically, yet humorously, enthusiastic.

“Well, he actually proposed the night that we appeared on the Jimmy Kimmel show.” A few gasps are heard and Jimmy acts out in mock offense. I smile. “We got back to the hotel, participated in some … adult activities, and just as I was falling asleep, I heard him recite some romantic, loving monologue to me, and at the end, he asked me if I would marry him.” Gasps quickly turn into awes as I tell the whole story, leaning into Sebastian, who now softly strokes my upper arm. “Now that I think about it, I realize that I never actually said ‘yes’.”

Jimmy laughs and directs his question towards Sebastian. “So, how did you know you were really engaged when she never answered you?”

Sebastian laughs, but before he can answer, I cut him off. “I think it was just sort of a given. I mean, there was no reason for me to say ‘no’, and with how much we love each other, marriage is the obvious next step.” I pause. “There’s no one else in the world I want to spend my life with.”

*********

When we enter the hotel room, there are no slamming of doors or yelling, just silence, whether it be good or bad.

“So, you going to tell me where you got the ring?”

“Umm … Mr. Stan, you are not the only person in this room with money.”

“You bought your own engagement ring?”

I nod, kicking off my shoes and setting them on the other side of the room.

“That was my job,” he says quietly.

“Sebastian, you weren’t talking to me. This was the only way I could think to get your attention.”

I take his hands in mine, grateful when he doesn’t fight back. I entwine out fingers and slowly raise them so that I can softly kiss his bruised knuckles.

“What happened?”

He shakes his head. “You remembered?”

I nod. “It took some work, but yes, the memory is there, and it’s incredibly vivid.” He remains silent, and I turn back to my previous question. “What happened to your hands?”

“A punching bag took quite the beating,” he states.

“Does it hurt?” He shakes his head. “So, they’ll be fine if we partake in some other physical activity?”

A small smirk appears and I smile, but it doesn’t last as I watch his features fall in sadness.

“I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “Why are you sorry? Seb, I’m the one who couldn’t remember …”

“I should not have treated you the way I did, and I promise, I will never do it again.” He pauses. “Please tell me you forgive me.”

“As long as you tell me that you forgive me,” I rebut.

He gives me a small nod and presses his lips against mine. Our movements soon become anxious, but come to a screeching halt when he pulls away slightly.

“I think we should wait.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Wait? As in, until we’re married?” He nods, and I can’t help but laugh. “Well then, you better promise me that we’re getting married soon.”

“I promise.”

*********

His thrusts are hard, yet precise, and I tangle my fingers, pulling slightly, attempting to hold on to something as the feeling of my approaching orgasm. My bodies are slick with sweat and our breaths are labored, coming out in heavy pants, and making the air in the room that much hotter. I scream out his name as my muscles clench around him, and my back arches, pushing my breasts up against his flexed pectoral muscles. His arms wiggle above me from exertion and he soon falls to support himself with his forearms, being careful not to crush me beneath him. He continues to thrust into me to carry me through my orgasm, but finally lets go when he sees me falling from my high. He groans out my name in a deep, prolonged sigh, his body tightening under my touch.

No words need be said as we both lie above the sheets, attempting to cool down from our actions. Due to the heat, it leaves little room for cuddling, so we make due with holding hands.

After a few minutes, he rolls off the bed with a grunt and makes his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet, washcloth, lifting my leg to help clean the mess we made. I close my eyes as the gentle gesture, but it’s only then that I realized no condom was used, and based on the knowledge of my biological calendar, I know we’ll be expecting a bundle of joy in nine months.

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The Interview [Part 2]

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 709

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

The three of us walk on to the stage, hearing the loud shouts, screams, hollers at the sight of us. We smile and wave and each hug Ellen before sitting on the sofa across from her, Chris on my right, and Sebastian on my left.

The interview starts as any other would, questions and compliments about the movie, discussions about filming and backstage interactions, and other standard topics. Pictures and clips, none revealing spoilers, of the movie are shown, leading to more applause.

“So, there is one topic that all of us are dying to know about …” Ellen muses, giving knowing looks to Sebastian and I.

I look at Sebastian and swallow the lump that has risen in my throat.

“Are you two a couple?” she continues to ask.

We look at each other and he smiles before grabbing my hand and entwining our fingers. “Actually, we’re engaged.”

Several gasps and excited cheers erupt from around the room, and the surprised faces of those surrounding us are almost priceless. Ellen gives me a quick glance and I nod, pressing my lips together in a smile while leaning towards Sebastian.

“When did this happen?” she laughs. “I don’t believe we’ve seen anything of this on either of your social media.”

He chuckles. “It happened very recently in a spur of the moment. We were just waiting for the right timing.”

*********

“How could you do that?” I yell, slamming the door behind me.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I know that I should have asked you before revealing our engagement, but it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal? You just lied to the world about our relationship!”

“(Y/N) …” he trails off, realizing what I said. “I didn’t lie.”

“What are you talking about?” almost laughing through my anger. “We’re not engaged.”

His expression drops into one of sadness and disbelief. “What are you talking about?” His voice cracks and a single tear rolls down his face. “You don’t remember the other night, do you?”

“What other night are you talking about?”

“The night we went on Jimmy Kimmel.”

“Of course, I do. The cast went onto the show, and then we came back to our hotel, and fell asleep.”

He clenches his jaw, and through his tears, there is anger in his features. “I proposed that night!”

“You what?”

“After we came back to the hotel, I proposed!” I open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off with loud screams. “I proposed, and the fact that you don’t remember says a lot about our relationship!”

“Sebastian …”

“I asked you to be my wife and you don’t remember!”

“Sebastian, please!”

“Get out!” He pauses. “Now!”

*********

Access Hollywood:

           “Is it possible that handsome hunk Sebastian Stan has finally settled down? Tune in tonight to get the scoop on the secret love affair no one believed was possible.”

The Insider:

           “It seems that rising star (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has nabbed the sexy Sebastian Stan and officially pulled him from the dating pool.”

TMZ:

           “Since their surprising announcement, pictures have spotted the alleged fiancés’ apart on numerous occasions, each looking sleepless and emotional. Could it be that there is trouble in the supposed paradise?”

Extra:

           “There are many reasons to believe that this a publicity stunt for both stars, and there are many sightings of them apart. No movements have been seen between the couple. Did the sudden announcement tear them apart or were they ever really together?”

E! News:

           “Sebastian Stan and his new sweetheart seem to have slid back into the woodwork, with no news on the engagement, nor the future wedding plans.”

I click of the television as small tears slide down my cheeks at the harsh remarks. With Sebastian not answering my calls, texts, or even emails, I am left alone to deal with the cruel publicity caused by the sudden announcement of our engagement.

I pick up my phone and call the only person I know who will able to help me win back Sebastian’s trust and love. Dialing the number, I pray for his voice to arrive on the other end of the line and send up a silent thank you when it does.

“Anthony, I need your help.”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Rating: M

Warnings: smut

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I’ll Take Care of It (Part 6)

Killian x Reader

Word Count: 865

Rating: T

Warnings: language

Once the crew boards the ship once more, we take off onto the high seas, distancing ourselves from the harbor. I jump at every small sound, almost frightened that it may be Peter, but each time, Killian soothes me and calms me until the next time I scare.

Finally, as the sun sets, Killian leads me inside into his quarters. I collapse on the bed, sprawling on like a starfish, and causing him to chuckle.

“You might need to save room for me.”

Lazily, I turn over, now only taking up half the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, gently resting a hand on my waist.

I shake my head. “I’m exhausted from worrying.” I sit up as I continue to speak. “I mean, Peter said he would give me two hours. It’s been much longer than that.”

He nods. “I know. I’m scared about what he’s going to do too, but we sit here like waiting ducks.”

He cups my cheek and softly soothes me with the gentle movement of his thumb.

I lean into his touch. He sits beside me and slowly scoots up the bed to sit back against the headboard, opening his arms for me. He’s warm, and his scent is comforting, something much needed at this trying time. He holds me tight, nuzzling his face into my curly locks, as we both drift off into an uneven sleep.

*********

I wake up earlier than Killian and the crew and make my way out onto the deck for a second of fresh air. To my left lies the rising sun, it’s rays dying the sky a light yellow. I take a breath, wishing it could stay as easy as this, forever traveling across the oceans and seas, never truly having responsibility or a care in the world.

I sit down on the hard wood with my legs crossed, staring up at the sky and out at the waters. The sounds are calming, but unfortunately, not calming enough. My nerves shake at the thought of Peter finding us, and what he’d eventually do to us.

After a few minutes, I retreat back to Killian’s room and lay down beside once more. His arms instantly pull to him, even in his sleep. Looking over at him, I wish I could join him in slumber, but the drowsiness that still pulls at my limbs refuses to take me captive.

“You to relax, love,” Killian states in his deep, sleepy voice.

“I know.”

*********

The ship is bustling with activity by the time noon rolls around. The sun beats down on us from above, making a jump into the cool waters almost tempting. I stand comfortably at the bow of the ship, hanging onto a rope for balance as we cross wavy waters. Killian’s voice echoes behind me as he barks out orders, and as comforting as my surroundings may be, I know it won’t last.

“Hello, Killian,” I hear in his childlike voice.

The sound of swords being drawn ring out before I even have the chance to turn around. When I do, I see him with his signature smirk across his face, his hands behind his back, and his head tipped forward in such a taunting way.

Looking up towards me, he smiles cruelly, “Hello, (Y/N). You’ve been on quite the little adventure, now haven’t you?”

I say nothing, but keep my lips pressed together in a fine line. My heartrate increases and my nostrils flare.

“What do you want, Pan?” Killian dares.

“What do I want?” he laughs. “I want to see your head on a spike for stealing away my Lost Girl, and making her believe that she is somehow special. I actually used to think she was, that is, until she decided to let you …”

“Enough!” Killian stops him.

Peter’s comments are like a stab to the heart. I didn’t expect to ever hear him say such cruel things about me.

“You will leave,” Killian orders, his voice dropping several octaves.

“Yes, I will leave, but not right now.”

With a snap of his fingers, I suddenly in his arms, my back to his chest, and his hand covering my mouth. I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but I can feel his magic keeping me immobilized.

“You made her believe she didn’t belong to me. You made her believe that she wasn’t some horny slut. You made her believe she was special!”

Tears begin to roll down my cheeks, as he becomes louder, and his insults worsen.

“You will pay for what you have done, Killian Jones.”

Placing his hand over my breast, he pushes inward and I feel him wrap his hand around my heart, and ever-so-slowly, remove it from my body, moving in such a way as to cause maximum pain. I scream at the top of my lungs around his hand in pain, and tears cascade down my face.

“No!” Killian shouts, now also immobilized.

I feel Peter squeeze my heart, making my breath escape my body. My eyes bulge and my hair stands on end, but all sensations quickly vanish as I collapse to the floor, the last thing I see being Killian.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1441

Rating: M

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Charmer (One-Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1441

Rating: M

Warnings: smut

The rain falls in heavy drops as I walk down the street in my thin heels, doing my best to avoid puddles. My umbrella and coat do little to buffer the cold, and I am still at least a mile from home. I take a moment to lean against a nearby wall and catch my breath, but am interrupted by a tall man in a sleek military uniform.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

I look up and am instantly mesmerized by his dark, blue eyes and confident smile. I absently nod in response to his question, but his expression quickly turns to one of disbelief.

“Ma’am, I don’t mean to be ride in any way, but you’re alone, it’s dark, and you’re obviously cold,” he states, gesturing to my bare, shivering arms.

“I’m not cold,” I say, just as goosebumps appear on my exposed skin.

He chuckles, taking a few steps towards me. “Do you mind me asking what you’re doing out here?”

“I’m … just walking home.”

He narrows his eyes for a split second, but doesn’t continue to press. He gestures for me to follow him, but I just stare at him, a little hesitant.

He smiles once more. “There’s a small bar right down the street. They serve good drinks and great food. It’ll be a good place to sit and warm up.”

He holds out his hand and loops his arm in mine when I decide to follow him in the still pouring rain. It only takes a minute or two before he’s holding the door open for me. The music plays softly as people murmur and mingle around the room. He leads me over to a corner booth and slides in beside me before waving over a server.

“I’ll have my usual, and …” he looks at me before continuing. “She’ll take the same.”

She smiles and winks at him before walking away, leaving him to turn to me and ask, “So, what’s your name, doll?”

“Doll?” I tap my fingernails on the table, trying to hide my blushing cheeks. “You know, I don’t usually follow strange guys to bars, let alone ones who call me ‘doll’.”

He laughs lightly. “Okay. If you don’t want to called ‘doll’, then give me something I can call you.”

“(Y/N).”

“The name suits you.”

The corners of my lips turn up into a smile. “Alright, now give me something I can call you.”

“Bucky.”

“The name suits you,” I mimic.

He chuckles. “My real name is James, but you, gorgeous, can call me whatever you very well please,” he says smoothly, running a finger along the side of my cheek down to my jaw.

“I think I’ll stick to Bucky.”

*********

With my third drink in hand, now half way gone, I can feel the alcohol coursing through me, and it makes Bucky look all the more intoxicating. I tentatively reach out and rub my hand along his upper arm, causing him to stop mid-speech. His hand slides from my shoulder to my waist, pulling us closer together. Cupping his hand under my chin, he slowly guides our mouths together until his lips softly touch mine. I feel myself melt him into until I’m practically sitting on his lap, with my arms draped around his shoulders. He pulls away after a few moments and presses a kiss to the side of my neck before gently tugging on my earlobe with his teeth.

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart, you could have just said so.”

I giggle, turning my head to look at him. “My apartment is only about a mile away.” I pause, biting my lip. “Do you want to get out of here?”

He nods vigorously, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him as he slides out of the booth. Tossing a small tip onto the table, he loops his arm with mine, as he did before, and leads us out of the bar. He takes the liberty of holding the umbrella above us, leaving me to do nothing but lean on him, grin, and fight the arousal beginning to pool between my legs.

I give him directions when needed and soon enough, we are walking into my apartment. He drops the wet umbrella onto the floor and instantly turns to grab my waist and guide me so that my back is pressed up against the wall.

My lips chase after his, with his kisses quickly become addictive, leaving me whining whenever he pulls away for air. His hands hold my waist tightly, his hands often sliding down to my mid-thigh, teasing me just enough to make me flustered. My hands move around his shoulders, upper back, and chest, almost unable to stay still, always trying to find some way to bring him closer to me.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he whispers when he breaks our kiss.

Breathless, I pull him with me as I walk seductively to my bedroom, hoping I have the same effect on him as he has on me.

He kicks the door closed behind him and before I have the chance to turn around, he pulls me back so my body is flush against his, with his large erection pressed firm into my backside. Running a finger across my neck, he brushes my hair to the side and plants a small kiss to the crevice of my collarbone.

I then feel him undo the buttons and zipper of my dress, exposing my naked skin to the chilly air. A harsh shiver runs through my body, making my body quiver against his. I hear him let out a labored breath, and it makes the corner of my lips turn up in a smile.

He gently pushes the fabric off my shoulders, and around the curves of my hips, allowing it to fall to the floor around my feet. I kick it out of the way, along with my shoes, and spin around to blatantly face him in nothing but my bra and panties. I pull on his tie and bring him down for another kiss, and he does nothing to stop me. I loosen the tie and throw it somewhere behind me before making quick work of his jacket and vest.

I laugh as I glance at our scattered clothes when he lays me down, his knee nudging my legs apart, as he braces himself above me, his biceps bulging in the process. My instinct is close my legs to gain some type of friction but his thigh prevents me from doing so.

As he pulls off his final shirt, I watch as dog tags fall loosely from around his neck. I tentatively reach up and take them in my hand, glancing at the engraved name: James Buchanan Barnes.

When I glance up to meet his eyes, he simply nods and says, “Army.”

I let out a small noise of contentment and slide my fingers up into his hair as I grind my hips up against his. He meets my rhythm and slowly lets his fingertips glide around the swell of my breast, down my stomach and across my naval, down to my womanhood, where he gently rubs my bundle of nerves. I can’t but close my eyes at the sensation, my head falling back to lie against the feathery pillow.

I dig my nails into his broad shoulders as he slides into me, filling me completely and rubbing against me in all the right places. As he begins to set a steady pace, he brings my wrists above my head, holding them in place with one hand, while the other grips my hip. Being partially immobilized provides new vibrations throughout my body, eliciting moans and other erotic sounds from me.

His grip on my body tightens as we approach our ends and he leans down to bring his mouth to my ear.

“Come me for, baby,” he coos. “Let go.”

Within the next few seconds, my hands ball up into fists and dig into the sheets as my back arches and I scream out his name. Several thrusts later, he stills above me, with shaking arms, he falls to sit up on his elbows, bringing us closer than ever. I lift my head to place a gently kiss on his jaw, and watch as a small smile appears on his face.

*********

I wake up to an empty bed, feeling slightly disappointed at Bucky’s disappearance. I flip over and glance at the clock and see a folded note sitting on my nightstand.

“Thanks for the last great night. You better believe it’s not the last time you’ll be hearing from me,” signed Bucky.

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Pietro x Reader / Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1317

Rating: M

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Steve x Reader / Bucky x Reader

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Rating: M

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Drabble #2

Steve x Reader

Notes: may or may not be a preview to an upcoming story

Warnings: language, possible sexual frustration

I wandered into his room and looked around for the thing that had been stolen from me.

“That bastard,” I mutter under my breath.

Natasha had brilliantly made a remark about what I had been looking up on my laptop and Steve had then made the decision to take it and look through it.

I angrily open all of the drawers in his desk, but turn up empty-handed.

“Where the hell is it?” I shout a little too loudly.

“The better question is why the hell are you snooping around my room?”

I stop like a deer in headlights and slowly turn around to look at Steve angrily standing in the doorway.

“I’m looking for my laptop, which you stole!”

“What makes you think Tony didn’t do it?”

“Tony keeps confusing my laptop with Wanda’s. Besides, he wasn’t around when Natasha blurted out that I was looking up porn.”

A slight blush comes to his cheeks. “Well, I didn’t do it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m telling you I didn’t do it!”

“I don’t believe you!”

He huffs. “You know what, I’m not doing this. Get out of my room!”

“No.”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Room.”

“Make me … Captain,” I say, adding his common nickname for numerous reasons.

He grabs me by the shoulders and slams me into the door, making it harshly click closed.

“I think you want me on the other side of the door,” I remark sarcastically.

“Believe me, I don’t.”

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All In (One-Shot)

Pietro x Reader / Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1317

Rating: M

Warnings: smut, threesome, slight language

I stand in front of Pietro outside my apartment door, just about to part ways for the night. I smile up at him as he gently places his hand on my waist, his thumb brushing across my ribcage.

“So, do you have any plans for tomorrow night?”

I nod. “You just can’t stay away, can you?”

He breathes out a laugh. “I don’t know about you, (Y/N), but with this relationship … well, I’m all in.”

“You mean, you’re not seeing anyone else?”

He shakes his head. “Are you?”

I shake my head. “No,” I lie.

The corners of his lips turn up into a smile. “Okay. So, I guess we’re in agreement then that we have something here?”

I respond shyly. “Yeah, we definitely have something between us.”

After a moment, he curls his finger beneath my chin, raising it upwards as he brings our lips together. He kisses me tenderly before pulling away and bidding me a gentlemanly farewell. Watching him walk down the hall, I lean back against the door and take a deep breath, before picking up my ringing phone and answering the man on the other end.

*********

I stand in front of Bucky outside my apartment door, biting my lip and looking up at him suggestively. A smirk crosses his face as he runs his hand down the swell of breast to sit firmly on my hip.

“Do you want to come inside?” I whisper as I stand up one my toes and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He smiles as he kisses me and reaches around me to open the door and lead me inside. I feel the back of my legs hit the couch and spin us around so we both fall onto the cushion, with me landing perfectly in his lap.

Gripping my waist, he guides me as I grind down against him, eliciting from me a small gasp at the friction. As the speed of our actions increase, I begin to pant and grip his biceps, wanting nothing more than to reach my orgasm. Just as I approach my peak, a loud knock sounds at the door and causes us to freeze.

He looks up at me. “Are you expecting company?”

Taking in a breath, I shake my head and reluctantly stand up and open the door. My eyes widen as I stare Pietro in the eye with my mouth hanging open.

“I thought you said you had plans tonight?”

“I did. I mean, I … I do,” I respond quickly, keeping the door at an angle where Bucky is hidden from Pietro.

He narrows his eyes. “Am I interrupting?”

Before I can answer, the door moves from where I had positioned it, and I hear, “Yeah, you are.”

I close my eyes and drop my head, caught between Pietro and Bucky.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Pietro states, his voice dropping. I watch as his gaze turns to Bucky and he asks, “Who the hell are you?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” Pietro begins to yell.

“What?” Bucky laughs behind me.

A silence falls upon the three of us, both of them staring at me intently.

“Okay. Yes, I’ve been dating both of you.”

The silence continues and soon, Bucky is walking past me and Pietro is turning his back to me, both walking away from me down the hall, and leaving me standing in my apartment doorway alone.

*********

I take a breath as I tape the small paper to the door and quickly skip back to my bedroom. Lighting the candles I specifically placed around the room, I then turn off the lights and wait patiently.

It isn’t long before I hear my apartment door open and approaching footsteps and step into a seductive pose. The lingerie that currently adorns my body hugs me in all the right places, making my curves prominent and my waist slim.

I hear their voices as they enter my apartment, no doubt confused. They then peer their heads into the doorway and I smile when their jaws drop open in surprise.

“Hello, boys.”

“What is this?” Bucky asks with a small smirk.

“Well, this is me making last night up to you,” I say, walking towards them. “Because … I want you both,” I finish as I run a hand down each of their chests.

“Are you sure?” Pietro asks.

I nod. “I’m very sure.”

I turn on my heel and begin to make my way towards the bed, and from the heavy footsteps behind me, I know they’re following. I sit on the edge of the bed, with my legs stretched out before me, sitting in such a way as to put almost everything in full view.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate to kick off his shoes and pull off his shirt, coming around on the bed so my back is against his chest. Pietro follows suit, just a hint slower, but instead positions himself between my legs, running the tips of his fingers up and down, causing a shiver to run down my body.

He takes off the lacey material with expertise, within seconds leaving me completely bare from the waist down. Bucky also makes quick work of the silk covering my torso, and I watch as they both clench their jaws as the sight of me naked.

I cross my legs behind Pietro, bringing him closer to me as a signal to tell him what I want. I lean back against Bucky for support and he gladly provides it. Pietro takes his time in teasing me, never truly where I want him, but after a squeak of protest escapes me, he laughs and gives in.

Even with the first talented stroke of his tongue, I let out a moan as the glorious sensation. Bucky’s hands wander and soon find my breasts, just as his mouth wanders and soon finds the soft spot on the side of my neck. The build-up is quick, to say in the least, with Bucky attacking the spot capable of making me weak in the knees, and Pietro manipulating my sensitive bundle of nerves, my senses quickly become overstimulated. My body involuntarily quakes, and I reach out to grab on to anything as my muscles tense and I come beneath their touch.

Bucky kisses me as I slowly relax, dragging me fully onto the bed with ease. I fall back onto the mattress as they shed the rest of their clothes and join me once more. Bucky again takes his position behind me, as Pietro takes my front, ultimately sandwiching me between the two of them. Before I know it, Bucky slips himself inside of me, deliciously groaning at the fit. I reach down and wrap my hand around Pietro, his eyes fluttering close at my movements.

Pietro’s hands alternate between my thighs and my breasts, as Bucky’s stay planted firmly on my waist. Pietro kisses one side of my neck as Bucky kisses the other, both encouraging my moans and labored pants. Their erotic noises join mine soon enough, and the noise circulating the room sounds almost obscene.

“I’m close,” I stutter out, my moans becoming loud cries.

Pietro’s hand wanders to my still overly-sensitive bundles of nerves, and I lose all control. Shaking in their arms, I notice their thrusts becoming sloppy, telling me they’re just as close as I am.

Finally, with one final thrust from Bucky, I scream out in ecstasy, gripping Pietro firmly in my hands. Through my orgasm, I feel Bucky throb inside me, and Pietro in my hand. I can’t help but go limp, and they carefully lay me down on the bed, one relaxing on either side of me.

Later breaking the silence, Bucky whispers, “We should do this again sometime.”

I chuckle and glance at Pietro who nods. Responding to Bucky, I whisper back, “We’re all in.”

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[multiplefandomsmut]

Make-Up Sex (One-Shot)

Clint x Reader

Word Count: 2125

Rating: M

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex

Notes: I’m sorry to the anon who submitted this request because I didn’t exactly follow the prompt, but I do hope you still enjoy it. This one-shot was originally called ‘Teach Me’ to any of you looking that story.

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