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tonycries · 2 months ago

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Synopsis. First time he can’t pull out = first time he’s losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, not pulling out, FÉRAL men, creampíes, heats (Choso), knots, squírting, running from it, he’s BIG, matíng presses, making it fit, true form Sukuna, dp, ínnapropríate use of jujutsu, cúmplay, overstím, jealousy (Nanami’s side), they get REALLY pússydrúnk, pull out game WEAK, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. AIpha Tony just started her shark week, F

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Tight fit!

“Toji, why are you so big- oh.”

Your tear-glazed eyes scrunch closed at the force of one of his roughened palms pressing down on your tummy. Jade eyes widening, gruff breath hitching- “C-can feel myself from the outside, doll.”

Voice breathy like even he couldn’t believe it.

He’s hypnotized. That bumpy bulge only makes him plug up more of your entrance with his red, weeping tip, he’s furiously pushing and pushing against that snug resistance from behind. “M’big, she’s tight.”

So feverishly hot, so stuffed- the only thing you can do is thrash your weakened legs against the dampening mattress, “I kn-know that- hck! But what if you’re too-”

“Too big?” Toji’s cutting you off with a roll of his dilated pupils, “Well duh- m’gonna make it fit, silly girl. The only problem will be…” Broad chest shuddering as one of his hands wrap ‘round his swollen hilt with a squelch! “-whether I’ll be able to pull out.”

And oh…he knew he was playing a dangerous game.

Because it was a joke- really, it was a joke to make your cute, split-slicked lips fall into his favorite lil’ ‘oh!’

But fuck- if the very second those thick, rasping words depart from his scarred lips, Toji’s chiseled body didn’t buck.

Without him planning it, without even realizing until a singular, sopping thrust rams his bulging inches into you thoroughly- the sudden warmth of your dewy insides making the hulking man gasp.

“Oh, fuck- oh, fuck.” Panting out a shocked breath, the edges of his raven lashes tickle his cheeks as he’s blinking them urgently. Trying to clear his vision, trying to clear his damn mind. “Yer sucking me up s-so much I can barely even move-”

Experimentally, he’s reeling backwards and watching as your maw sags further open. Your pretty gaze turning all cross-eyed and misty, “Oh please- ngh i-it feels so good, Toji.”

He didn’t even have to try.

Simply massaging your gummy walls with the winding curves of his veins, they’re so damn thick that you can feel him scraping just below your g-spot. Filling out every tiny crevice and nook inside of you with his meaty cock.

“Oh yeah? T-tight little thing ya are. Sooo fucking tight, mama.” Sinking the sharp points of his canines into his lower lip, Toji’s forced to cling into your hips with one hand in order to sensually ease himself in and out.

Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing greedily, “O-oooone…” He’s babbling out, teasingly letting the plump ridge of his cockhead snag against your quivering hole. “Two- three…” Whilst you whimper, he’s hiking up one of his muscular legs to angle himself deeper - counting each inch he rummages inside you. “Four- and what’s that?”

“F-five!”

In and out - even the tiniest movements left you seeing stars already. “Seven-” The rounded cap of his mushroomy tip scouring your cunt open like a searchlight, all it takes is the cutest lil’ smooch near your g-spot to make you clench.

“There–!” You’re keening, fingers digging into the softness of your pillows as you gyrate your hips back primally. “So close- ngh- so close there, Toji.”

“E-eight- oh.” It feels so good that he’s losing count. Stuttering and heaving.

Your head’s so heavy and fuzzy whilst being pounded that you can barely even lift it up. Whimpering, it’s just about all you can do to gently swerve your hips downwards until you’re hitting Toji’s tensed core with a spank of your ass.

Feeling so entirely full that your knees are buckling-

“No-” Just the slightest few centimeters forwards until Toji’s grip on your hips turns bruising, draaaagging you all the way back the distance you’d been driven forward. And more. “Nonono come back.”

Toji’s scratching the very globes of your ass cheeks with his dark happy trail, now damn near bottomed out and yet - it still wasn’t enough. He needed more more more- and he’s ready to plant one of his firm feet straight on top of your sweaty scalp to get you to hold still.

Seething, saliva-glossed lips pulling back into a snarl– “E-easy there, doll. Yer pussy’s so damn filthy s’driving me craaaazy.” And you could tell, his sloppy cadence was ramming into you even faster, probin’ the button of your g-spot with his slimy tip. “Just a little more a- a little more n’ let me pull out.”

The tight press of his balls aching when you only squeeze around his length tighter, he’s melting on top of you.

Grunting, “Doll-” Bulging his swabbing girth, and you’re tightening so firmly that your trembly legs push together. “-m’serious.” Before he seriously loses whatever’s left of his sanity, that is.

So big that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to, body refusing to - your bawling pussy too heavenly.

Tighter.

Tighter until his hoarse pleads stick clammily to your skin, “Let me pull out, mama–” The slightly broken crackle of his deep baritone was barely audible over the repeated squelch of his mazing cock. And oh- you’d made Toji’s voice break. “Let me pull out before I make a ngh- meeeess out of ya.”

Muffling something into the pillows-

He has to manually roam his foot off of your poor head, and you’re bolting up with a wettened pwah! of intaken breath. A puddle of saliva smearing down your lower face, “Want it inside, Tooooji.”

“I-inside?”

And before you know it, you’re being manhandled into a tough headlock by one of his swole arms, the muscles of Toji’s biceps dig into your neck, your throat, your pulse.

“Tell that to my hah- face-” Grouchy gusts of words strike your features, and you’re mewling as you feel his honed teeth gnaw on your sensitive ear lobe. This angle just perfect for him to smack sultry half-thrusts that make you dizzy.

Babbling, “Want- want it.” Keeping your body hostage even tighter.

Almost as if he was begging you to say otherwise, he’s giving you a taste of your own medicine and it makes your mouth flood with humid drool. Slobbering a slick sheen down the side of his vein-covered forearm, “Please, Toji…don’t pull out.”

“Don’t p-pull out.” Comes his echoing repetition, breathless. Shocked, gone at the very notion that he’s falling back on his knees ever-so-slightly - still unstopping with his cadence. In fact, going even harder. “I-if we make Megs a big brother then s’y-your fault- fuck!”

And Toji knew he was playing dangerously, he knew he could feel the feral twitch of his rock-hard length burying deeply against the door to your womb.

But what he didn’t know was that all it would take was that - the feeling of you getting even more lewdly wetter at the idea of him filling you up - for him to pump his hips in a vulgar stroke and cum. Heavy, hard.

More than he has in his entire life, Toji’s cumming and cumming so much that he’s almost dazed at how much webbed, white syrup sloshes into your readily awaiting pussy.

“Didn’t…pull out– oh, mama—” And it’s finally hitting him now, slithering down two of his knobbled fingers to toy open your saturated folds. Watching the mess triiiickle out, “Didn’t…pull out. S’really all inside.”

You’re whining, hazy pupils disappearing to the back of your head once he coats his fingerpads with a few sticky layers of cum n’ plugs it inside your mouth. Letting the salted caramel taste overtake your senses, “Don’t think you’re getting off easy now.”

And those words are abrupt - final.

“Wh-what?”

The questions rush to your larynx before he presses his fat, hefty cock further- “Gonna hafta let me feel her haaaa- alllll the time now-” Rutting, his sharp jaw droops pathetically open before he snaps it shut into a grin. “Gonna hafta let me fill her up. Hafta let me keep it-” Plop! He’s pushing a few dollops of dewy seed with his middle finger, “-inside now.”

Still painfully hard.

“Finish what you started, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Creampie cutiepie

“Haaaa– stay quiet, my love.” Nanami’s guttural plead scorches your ears, tugging back your restlessly squirming hips with a gentle pinch of your drenched panties.

Rubbin’ his thick fingers right down your dampened folds as he’s puuulling you further down the sleek office desk. Whispering urgently into your popped ears, “Don’t want them to hear- though, I wouldn’t mind…just don’t want them to ngh- hear the noises made by my favorite girls.”

And as if on cue, your needy pussy lets out a slurp of greedy wetness when Nanami drills his fattened cock into you sensually.

Making your back arch off the frigid table surface at the feeling of his puffy veins tapping your sweetest spots, “K-Ken—” Struggling to wind your boneless legs around his toned waist, “A-are you jealous?”

“Shush, darlin’. And focus on- hah- me. Your husband.”

Not a denial. Nothing but the way he was sagging your plush, puckered pussylips open with his wide girth. With a rude pull on your flimsy underwear as leverage, he’s practically spanking you with his chiseled pelvis.

Roughly, probin’ your cervix.

But you knew better - your gentle, sensible husband wasn’t the type to suddenly pull you into his office and pound you right into his desk. All without a condom.

Not until he’d seen that all-new intern ogling you a little too closely, that is-

“Stop thinking.” The cold band of Nanami’s wedding ring sizzles against your cheek as he’s cradling your cute cheeks and squeezing. Mean. “Wan’ you only thinking about- hah- me. About…”

Trailing off- but he didn’t even need to finish his sentence.

He’s pumping all his swollen, aching inches into you like a madman. The sheer raw force of it mussing up his blond hair, curtaining his half-lidded gaze that told you he wanted to devour you right here. Wouldn’t even mind him knowing-

“Kn-knowing?” You’re blinking up in shock at what’d just departed from your husband’s slurring mouth, your entrance saturating a fresh new wave of arousal at the mere notion.

“Oh, did I say that out loud, my love?” Was he serious? He couldn’t be- ah, but he was. So hazy with how it felt to finally be inside you raw, Nanami’s swabbing your drooling mouth open to suckle lightly on your tongue. Groaning, “Wouldn’t mind them allll knowing, actually-”

Now that he started, he couldn’t stop.

Tawny, tufted ends of his happy trail scratching your back. He’s bottomed-out and still pressing deeper, resting the chubby curve of his balls on your ass cheeks. Spanking- “Wouldn’t even mind them all seeing- because I’m one fucking this pretty pussy, my wife.”

Like he was proving it - to you, to himself, to your sloppy cunt.

Every rugged whack of Nanami’s curved length makes your mouth froth with saliva. He was just so damn hard that each pulse of his reddened, bruising crown made your walls stretch even further.

Again and again.

“Wouldn’t mind carrying you out like hck! this- my cum dripping down those pretty legs of yours…”

And then you’re clenching with your snug, velvety-feeling walls and he all but collapses on top of you. Shifting down with a grunt- Nanami’s sweat-slicked abs massaged your front, pearly whites sinking into your neck and marking. Holding himself back.

Choking out- guttural, as if it made him lose his very sanity to even ask, “You…like that, darling?

Nodding, “Y-yes.” Spearheading himself even deeper it felt like - or maybe he was just growing even bigger inside your cunt. Nanami’s hefty cock was so staggering that he’s bruising your sponged cervix with a round, circular stamp. “Please- oh, mmm Ken–”

“Say it- say it again.” Breaths striking out quicker, voice tilting until he sounded almost crazed. “Say you don’t want me to ngh- pull out.”

“I- I don’t want you to- fuck!”

Barely even able to speak with the way he’s fucking the words from your lungs, sounding as if he himself was barely keeping it together. “U-use your words, darling.” But how was that possible when Nanami’s rovering one of his hands to saddle your thighs on his broad shoulders. “Please- want to make sure you can take it all.”

Bending you in half like a lawn chair whilst your limbs dangle over his firm deltoids, he was ravenous.

Resting a capped knee up on the desk to give your sultry g-spot a loooong snog with his split-ended tip, you could feel the circlin’ of his sobbing orifice pushing inside.

“Because d-don’t get me wrong- love when I cum here–” Letting go of your face with a steaming hot handprint, Nanami brushes your hardened nipples with the band of his cold wedding ring. “And…here-” Lovingly, on your stomach. “And here.” Down, down, down to your clit. “But…”

“But?”

Leaning in even closer, you could practically taste his sweet, sweet desperation for you. Like he was dreaming, “But I’ve hah! always wanted to make your pretty body remember the taste of my c-cum. Mine.”

Stuttering - he was stuttering, begging to not pull out.

And how could you refuse?

“Ken—” You’re whining, eyes sliding backwards until they’re pure white- and Nanami Kento’s stern lips wobble oh-so-cutely once you’re tugging him in close with a hand around his gulping throat. “Don’t pull out.”

And he doesn’t- oh, he doesn’t.

“O-oh.”

Voice crackling. Those very words are more than enough to make the stoic man burn with a blush, the first time that he’s hearing those words - and he has no idea what to do other than bury his face between your jiggling tits and suck. Breathing, “I don’t…have to pull out.”

Hips thrusting so meanly between your legs that you’re fluttering important documents to the ground. Over and over and over—

Harder. Sloppier.

You’re realizing it before he does when he’s crashing the both of you into your highs with a slap of his cock into your slick g-spot. Skidding a line of precum straight down your walls and into your womb-

“O-oh, Kento- not gonna-” Head thrown back, toes curled, maw ajar with so many copious moans and lecherous noises. And yet you have nothing on the wet sounds pulled from your pussy, “Cum—ing–!”

“Yeah? Yeah? My pretty girl—” He’s murmuring breathlessly into your skin, cheek nuzzling where a neat little pool of drunken drool was starting to formulate. “I-I’m not gonna ngh! last either- oh.” Looking down, it’s only then that he’s catching the way your driveling cunt was already stuffed.

The way you’re struggling to hold in the thick, ribbony gushes of seed he’s spraying out. The way he didn’t even think - didn’t even register to pull out.

“Inside…it’s really- really…pinch me-” Endeared by his request, you’re just about to when- ah, when your husband catches sight of your matching wedding ring. Molten eyes widening, “We’re married?”

Then when you nod- Half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open, “Was already…gonna propose…”

Just that pussydrunk, he can’t even decide where he wanted to watch you more.

Your prettily fucked-out face, your glinting ring, or the way those gooey splotches of white were splashin’ around inside of you, slightly leaking outside as he moves to tug on your cute office skirt–

“How about we go outside and announce our baby shower in advance, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “Again?”

And Geto was being mean, Geto was being rude– spanking the quivering slope of your pussy whilst you clench and clench around his barreling, hot cock. Oh-so-lecherously pounding you through your nth high of the night-

“Awww, look- you’re cumming again.” He’s snickering from behind you, trapping you in a full nelson so tight that you could barely even squirm your hips back. Barely even breathe- “My gorgeous girl just can’t stop cumming, hmmm?”

You’re helplessly thrashing your legs, body aching for any kind of friction- before Geto’s inhuman reflexes work to curl underneath your thighs and pull.

The curving veins of his forearms digging into your mounds of flesh, he’s snickering as you start whining into the heady air. “Seriously- look at this hah- mess.” The low, sultry tone of his voice curdling against the crook of your neck, Geto rovers the doughy soft tips of his fingers over the dollops of cum staining your front and smears.

Drawing a few wet hearts on your tummy from all his own orgasm from rounds prior, “You look s-soooo fucking pretty like this. Almost makes me want to not pull out- oh-”

And Geto didn’t expect his ravaged cock to react like that.

The tenderly leaking orifice on top of his crownhead twitching, he feels his teeth sink into his plush lower lip with a hiss. Sensitive pink slit rubbing up against the top of your slippery cunt in a way that made him want to cum right then and there.

Inside.

“I- fuck!” Geto doesn’t even know what to say, long inky hair falling like a curtain around you two. Panting. Heaving. The muscles of his deltoids ripple as he perks himself up on his elbows to look downwards. Did he seriously almost cum from the thought? “Fuck- what have you done to me, gorgeous?”

“D-didn’t do- ngh! anything…” You’re babbling out stupidly, the gummy channel of your cunt milking his veined cock.

A slow trickle of drool drips down the side of your glossed lips, one that Geto smears away with a low ‘tch-’ Grunting gruffly, “Don’t even know what you fucking do t’me.”

Oh- oh.

He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

But right now he was so hypnotized on your drooling pussy, just so drunk on the way your walls tenderized so softly. Gulping him up with greedy squelches that leave your teeth on edge, he was driving his hips up until he was heart-eyed.

“Wh-what do you hngh! mean, Suguru–?” You’re humming, a smug smile plastering across your face as his words finally register.

“What are you smiling all cockily about?” He’s seething from behind, pointed chin spraying with a few glittering droplets of spittle. Geto furrows his dark brows and snarls, “J-just because I said I didn’t wanna pull out- that I didn’t wanna cum a-anywhere but inside- hck! that I wanna fuck this pretty pussy forever—”

And he was so big- but his swirlin’, bulbous tip was only throbbing bigger with each word spilling from his mouth. Nuzzling right against your cute lil’ g-spot to slip and slide in mindless half-ruts.

Warm tears of overstimulation well up in your eyes, “O-oh, right there- right there! Feels so good, Sugu-”

“Oh yeahhh- gonna squirt for me next?”

“Only if you don’t pull out.”

Oh, fuck.

Just those words were enough for Geto to pound all his rummaging inches between your swollen folds, spine arching powerfully off of the creaking mattress for a good few seconds as he buries himself and holds it there.

Words warbling with a slight chuckle, with a slight tinge of madness. “Y-you don’t really mean that-” He’s spitting, fighting to keep the dopey smile far, far away from his rosy lips. Jabbing his crowned mushroom tip, pressing. “-do you?”

And Geto didn’t even need to hear your response, he just needed to feel the way you were streaming out even more gushing waves of slick. Mewling, “N-not gonna last–”

“Nuh uh- not what I asked, gorgeous, need you to tell me-” He didn’t even know what he was babbling anymore, only that the way you were whining and the way you were grinding left his brain feeling overheated. “Want you to tell me- can I…really…inside?”

Voice hoarse, almost small like he didn’t even believe what he was asking.

And all Geto Suguru can do is roll one of his cum-topped digits to skid over your perked clit, swervin’ right on time with the pinpricks of his globed tip. Draaaagging his warm tongue over your throat, “Tell me-” He teases, reeling all the way out until his geysering orifice kissed your entrance, “-tell me.”

“Please-” You’re prattling away, and he’s hanging onto your every word as if he was still in disbelief. “-don’t pull out.”

And he doesn’t- he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

He’s sinking his fat, pounding cock even deeper and still bucking until he bottoms out. Even after.

Once. Twice. Thrice- treating your poor g-spot like a dartboard until you’re bursting straight into your orgasm. Cunt bawling with a sparkling squirt- it left your head all stupidly white-hot to throw your head back and cum.

“Fuck- f-fuuuck– Sugu–” Your breath catches, heart racing once you’re feeling a splattered puddle of something wet on your shoulder. “Cumming- o-oh my god-”

Sluggishly turning your head around to find that oh- Geto was tearing up, his sensitively stinging length rubbing your sappy walls raw. The red, sheeny curve of his cockhead flinches- and Geto feels fit to burst.

And he does - squirting, splurging out a few messy wads of translucent white.

There’s so much of it that you’re feeling a few wettened wads splash all over your cervix, Geto’s cock pushing your pussy so wiiidely agape that your walls struggle to take up all of him.

Panting- pushing his tensed abs into your back, higher and higher until the curve of his ballsack spanks your cunt. His sweatily flushed forehead falls onto your shoulder with a plop!

“Gorgeous…” Overstimulated, run raw. You were gulping out every droplet of cum he’s pumping out, and Geto thinks he must be in fucking heaven. Kiss-bitten lips wobbling, voice breathy - he was never going to be the same again. “M’never pulling out now.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - HEAT

“This- this heat.” Choso’s spitting, the trembly curves of his fingertips latching underneath your thighs to hoist you into the sloppiest mating press possible. Bending you pliably into angles you didn’t even know were possible- you swear the cheeks of your ass weren’t touching the bed anymore. “It makes me so…”

Whimpering, you’re watching with unsteady breaths as Choso lazily falters his pummeling pace.

Letting his long, throbbing length slooow down, he’s making sure your hole can feel every carnal scratch of his zig-zagged veins, every pulse of his tip, every push.

Your sweet, half-curse boyfriend’s cock was so big that every reel backwards of his slender hips left your entrance flooding with syrupy slick. Pushed out of you once he’s filling up every nook and cranny-

Choso can’t help but swab his doughy fingerpads over that glittery gloss, lapping it into his mouth with a plop! “-thirsty, baby.”

“You’re so greedy, Cho.” You’re cooing out, wrapping your hands ‘round his neck and making him grunt. He was just too sexy whenever his cursed heat took over this time of year.

Fingers latching into his silken, brown hair, you’re using the lewd leverage to grind yourself down on his scouring cock. The dual spanks of skin-on-skin making Choso’s face droop into your neck and breeeeathe in that scent of you.

Slobbering with droplets of saliva, “N-ngh- I know, baby–” He’s whining, huffin’ and puffin’ in your saturated clouds of pheromones - he couldn’t get enough. “Can you p-please move your hips a little slower? S’gonna make me cum…”

“Awww, poor baby—”

“Don’t tease.” Nose crinkling, playfully caressing the splotchy area of your g-spot with a few more probing pushes, it’s like Choso was trying to make you just as drunken as he was.

But every thrust, every ram, every smooch into your deepest depths only made him more hypnotized. Push after push after push- he’s gnawing down on his cute pink cheeks to try and stop those wailing whimpers from leaving him.

Planting your feet flatly on the damp mattress, you can’t help but perk your hips and maze the bulging roundness of his mushroomed tip across your cervix. “Mmm– ngh, what’s that, baby?”

“No- n-nooooo, don’t do that- don’t look at me like that or m’gonna cum.” He’s squeezing his mahogany eyes shut, long lashes glinting with a polish of tears. Clamoring his v-line to glissade down your teary slit, “M’gonna cum m’gonna cum-”

And Choso’s just about to pull out his weeping shaft, he’s just about to let off the most pained grunt before he’s pouring out a steaming hot mess of seed all over your tummy- before–

“S’that sooo–?”

Without warning, without anything, you’re interlocking your ankles in a circle around his pretty waist. The flesh of your heels digging in deep against the dimples at the bottom of his spine, deeper.

“N-ngh- let me- pull out-” Choso whines, eyes frantic. Teeth snarling- his canines simply drip with mouth-watered saliva, “Pull out pull out– otherwise m’gonna make a mess of this pussy.”

You’re flinching once his thumb comes hovering back down on your sloppily lustrous pussylips, painting his digits in all the sap leaking from your entrance. Heaps of it.

Choso darts his half-lidded eyes away from your intense gaze and blushes such a bright, scorching red from the tips of his ears. “If I cover her in my cum I- hck! won’t be able to see her.” Another of his stray hands clawing onto your leg tight, his pace was hard.

Rough. More curse than man- every thrust of his powerful hips left you darting further up the mattress. And Choso with his urgent bucks followed- never letting you get away. “Can’t hold it in, baby—”

“Well what if I hngh- want it inside, Cho?”

His handsome jaw drops, he gapes- body moving before his mind as he shoves you down even deeper into this mating press, until your hamstrings were burning. Swollen lips moving up and down stupidly - soundless.

“Awww, do you want that too, baby?”

Yes- yes.

Stray strands of chestnut brown dangle to and fro once Choso can only nod fervently. Feverishly. And the only thing more out of control than him was his rummaging thrusts, leaving a firm thwack! on the door to your womb that just left you wanting more.

“She’s just so soooft n’ warm it makes me wanna make her- drool–” Drooling himself down the ends of his dopey grin, and it wasn’t just the heat talking. “Wanna make her a mama- s-so you better let me pull…unless…”

Swerving his hips into you even deeper, your ankles yank him until the ridges of his abs were bumping down your front.

“O-oh my god- ngh- baby–” He’s battering mindlessly, pre spilling out of him like a broken hose.

And you swear you see him slip out a few beaded tears at the raw tightness of your cunt. Jackhammering against the snug resistance of your hole-

Until you could feel his thighs shivering, until you were keening at the bulbous, utter fatness of Choso’s base.

“Y-you…” He croaks out, making you blink your heady eyes open in question.

Only to find Choso Kamo gaping down below.

“Baby…you just took my knot.”

Oh.

And it’s the last thing said before Choso lets his head fall back with a strangled jumble of your name. Over and over like a mantra while he cums–

“S-so this is what it feels like.” Looking genuinely dazed, eyes all glassy. “This- th-this? S’this even ngh! allowed? S’too good- m’filling you up. M’filling you up and it feels too good.”

“Fuck- fuck– m’so full, Cho.”

He’s shivering viscerally with your every squeeze, trying to claw down your legs. Nibbling on your throat, “You’re letting me cum- really? Really, really letting me cum just this once?” Watery eyes of his staring dead-on into yours, he’s letting his mouth drop into an oh! with every one of your nods. “R-really? But that means m’gonna cum inside you ngh- so fucking muuuch.”

“I-I know—” Body limp with the sheer pressure he was putting on you, scraping the ballooned-up curve of his crownhead down your mushy innards.

Your eyes roll back with a mewl just as soon as the splash of his ropey seed hits the bottom of your cervix, gluey wads of its sticking to your walls and making Choso shudder at the filthy second skin of it inside you.

“G-gonna pump you allll full-” Snarling, fighting against the way that the fat knot positioned on the base of his cock meant that he couldn’t properly fuck you into the bedsprings just the way he wanted to. Snagging on the tight hole of your cunt and gyrating to stir your goopy insides, “-fuck- fuck I can’t stand leaving this cute hole a-all lonely. Wanna fuck you properly soooo bad—”

You’re whimpering once one of Choso’s ringed fingers comes rovering down to squeeze his fattened hilt and swear.

Vision flashing white, blood manipulation seeping out, you can feel his barreling shaft harden-

He’s not even done with you before he’s preparing for more, “Knots o-only last haaaa– half an hour.” Before nudging your sultry folds apart to watch you drool. The hooded peripherals of his gaze locked onto where he’s pushing a knobbled thumb inside– “Until then…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - You vs. Two

“Easy there- easy, brat.” Two of Sukuna’s big, beefy arms come curling around the small of your back, easily sprawling you out across his chiseled pecs with a simple tug. “Gonna fuck yourself stupid. Although-”

You’re whimpering, the only thing that you can manage to do right now while he’s manhandling you on top of his dual, throbbing cocks.

Clawing down a third of his palms on top of your sweat-matted crown to push you down his barreling lengths like some doll. It’s just so cute the way you’re shrilling yourself hoarse once he’s swirling your tight insides with both thick, globular tips.

Snickering, “-ya already are pretty fuckin’ dumb on my ngh– cocks, huh?”

Brows furrowing, you’re flapping your spit-glued lips a few times to slur out a coherent response. “F-fuck you–”

“Nooo, little human.” And the smile the King gives you is dangerous, both sets of his devilish lips quirking up into something sleazy. Sukuna slouches further backwards against the headboard and bounces his tattooed knees. Just once.

Just once to render you speechless on his plump lengths. So swollen that the tiniest rut leaves you arching your back and drooling– “I’m fucking you–”

“P-please-”

“Now now–” The pointed claws of his black fingernails scrape gently down your exposed throat, “Can ya feel me all the way up in that hah! pretty throat, huh?” Just probing your g-spot, once. Twice. Repeatedly. “Every vein? Every inch– heh, how about every drop?”

And you’re so far gone with just a few of his vulgar whacks to your sweetest, most tender spots.

Your heavy head is already starting to feel dizzy- so cockdrunk after every bullying ram that by this point Sukuna’s the one that’s moving you to meet his roughened tempo.

One clammy hand gripping either side of your restless hips, you ogle the sheer natural bulge of his biceps as he manhandles you. Draaaagging your dripping wet cunt all the way from the strawberry orifices of his tip n’ dooown to hug his twin bases.

Nestled cutely on the curve of his fattened balls, “I-I wan’ it, Kuna–”

“Want what?”

Lips wobbly once he knocks into your g-spot harder. He’s fucking you so thoroughly that you almost feel shy mumbling, “Want you to- mmm– not pull out.”

Oh.

His rude lips drop - both sets of them. Hips rutting, girths bulging to stretch your walls even further apart, the edges of his candyfloss hair beading with a lather of sweat. With only a few words you’d all but ruined him and fuck-

“What did you say?”

Sukuna wasn’t taking this lightly- no.

He’s promptly spanking the fourth n’ final of his hands across the lower half of your face, atoms in the air pressurizing with cursed energy when he manifests that infamous second mouth right across his palm to kiss you.

Sukuna watches you with a dazed glint in his crimson eyes as he thrusts. As he punishes your sopping wet pussy with his rummaging cocks, “Oooo- you need ta wash that mouth out, brat.” The slimy edge of his tongue slithers between your lips and makes you mewl- “What have I said about talking out of that ngh! pussy, hm?”

“But– mmpf–!”

“You better talk to me from this pair of lips, human.”

Knees weak with the sheerly raw points of stimulation everywhere, it takes you a few more gyratin’ bounces to gather your thoughts.

Maw ajar and stinging once he finally pulls his cursed mouth back with a claggy pwah! “B-but I want you to, Kuna.”

And shit- the minute those words register in his pussydrunken mind, the ancient lights of his chamber flicker. Some burst-

“F-fuck.” You’d made the King of Curses’ gruff baritone break, “Yer fucking serious about cumming…inside?”

“Yes- please.” You’re nodding, watching through your own hazy eyes as his mouth parts lewdly. “Not gonna l-last–!”

Sweltering breaths heaving, cocks fattening up until each nudging length was almost too much for your tight pussy to handle.

Lightning bolts of his veins bashing against your sides, he’s bumpin’ into his own pounding lengths and shivering. Two arms snaking up and down your arched spine, “Tch- d-don’t think m’this affected because of- of that. S’just so fucking tight I can barely even move.”

And it was true- he’s so big with both his twin, rock-hard cocks that Sukuna could only half-thrust into your gaping entrance at his point. The globular curves of his tips pushin’ into you so desperately that you could practically taste his neediness.

But you could see the way that the sharp edges of his ears painted a feverish red, tattooed inner-thighs glazing with so much of his syrupy, buttery precum.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sheer volume making you slip n’ slide into his battering rams, “Want it- want it, Kuna- ins-”

“Don’t.” Canines gnawing onto the plush edge of his bottom lip, one of his palms creeping up again to leave your babbling mouth slurping with kisses. He was ruined, bit by bit.

And he’s pumping his full, rounded crowns into your g-spot again. “Cum f’me instead, b-brat.” Making sure you won’t be remembering that little stutter with the way he was making your vision flash with pleasure. “Shut up and cum.”

When you did it was with Sukuna biting back a moan himself, guiding the mushy ends of his tips to swerve into your cervix once more. Your womb. Everywhere.

“Can’t pull out, huh?” He repeats to himself, almost breathless with a snicker. “Take it then- take it-”

It was bucketloads, absolute torrents of milky white that were flooding your tight channel. Sukuna wasn’t just covering your velvety cunt with all his seed, he was drenching you in it until it overspilled. Loaded up wads webbing down each of his lengths, soaking his pinkish happy trail completely.

So much of it that you can feel splosh around in your throat, that thickly cloying texture tasted on your tongue. “Th-there’s so much, Kuna–”

“Awww, c’mon girl. You can take- every- drop-” Punctuated with a rugged thrust that sent your spongy cervix bruising, the slightly-circular motions of his toned pelvis makes warm sap smear across spots you didn’t even know existed. “Fuck! Look at you- movin’ those ngh- hips like you’re swallowing it all up. Been greedy for it?”

Reaching your limp hands up to cradle his neck and hold on for dear life, Sukuna flinches at the splat! of cum that slips out of you and hits his v-line. “Can feel you mmm- filling me all inside, Kuna–”

“Oh…now that’s fun.”

Rapidly- urgently manifesting his second mouth to slash across his abs, “Looks so much better droolin’ from your cunt like this- n’not anywhere else, brat.” Monstrously tonguing the glutinous puddle formulating underneath you n’ your slick, “Look at it mixin’ all together-”

You’re sobbing out every time he slides the flattened edge of his tongue between your legs. Teasingly sliiiiding back and forth, “Tch- wish I had a third mouth.”

“For what?” As if you already didn’t know.

He was just hypnotized by what he saw below, only grinning- squeeeelch! goes the motion of his softened tastebuds slipping inside your hole. Fuck. “Itadakimasu”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Till it breaks?!

“Oh.” Comes out Ino’s dampened gasp, the soft puff of air scalding where his toned arms held you into a cute full nelson.

And your spine arches back into the way his washboard abs tense, into the way his broad chest heaves your boneless body up n’ down. Right in the very same angle that he first felt that heavenly taste of your slick, raw pussy walls. “O-oh.”

Startling your burning skin with a wet splatter! of drool from his ruby red lips, “I think the hah! condom broke, pretty.” Motioning to drag his sloppy length back, Ino bites back a sensitive hiss at the saccharine squeeeelch. “Lemme just-”

And then he does it again- that same little, addicted brush of the splotch where that flimsy rubber was torn. Right on top of where your sweet boyfriend’s flared mushroom tip was so big that he’d shattered the condom open, driving up a tentative dig into the bottom of your pussy.

You’re feeling your mouth drop into a softly panted oh! “T-Taku–?”

“Yes- yes!” Snapping right back into reality, Ino’s pressing the doughy fringes of his fingertips into your thighs to manhandle your hips. Almost as if he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“I should just-” Massaging and massaging the hot, reddened curve of his cockhead past your walls- it really doesn’t help that your sweet, sweet insides just kept on sucking him back up each time he’s carnally scraping his length down. Trying to pull out. “I reeeeeally should…”

Ah, he was so cute with his rosy lips wobbling in concentration. Chestnut brows furrowed whilst he tried to will himself to try and reel back from your dripping wet pussy.

You find yourself tittering, craning your neck to plant an innocent peck near the corner of his mouth. “You can just not pull out, baby-”

“B-but if I don’t pull out how will I- oh.”

You’re ogling at the exact moment it hits him.

When Ino’s molten eyes widen, his tawny lashes fluttering ever-so-slightly, the prettiest pink flush scorching all over the apples of his cheeks. And his cock- oh, his cock practically ravages your gooey innards with a throbbing jolt.

Mouth gaping open silently a few times before he’s finally, finally finding his voice. “Can I? I shouldn’t- I really sh-shouldn’t, sweetness-” And your heart almost pangs in disappointment when he’s pulling out of your dewy entrance with the loudest sluuuurp-

-only to toss away the useless remnants of that rubber and slam back in.

“B-but you just feel sh-shoooo good—!”

“Hck- oh!” Whines clog up in your throat once Ino’s pinning you to him with a strong forearm, the slippery glide of his length making sure you feel every patterned vein imprinted into your walls.

Ino swirls his cockhead in an experiment heart all over your cervix and gasps at the utter wetness that greets him. “H-how m’I even supposed to compete?” Comes out his pained whine, followed almost immediately by the thwack! of his rounded balls striking your treacly cunt.

Making him snap his head down- loud. Fuck- you were so much louder when he didn’t have a condom on. Squelch after squelch resounding like music in his ears every time he slams upwards. Scolding, “D-don’t talk back to me.”

“Taku, baby, are you okay–”

“That goes for ngh! you, too, pretty- do I look okay?” Hooded lids widened, his usual baritone was botched with cracks. Octaves higher. “R-raw? Seriously? S’fuckin’ unfair- who said you can feel this good- soooo fuh-fucking good.”

And you’ve never seen your gentle boyfriend like this before.

Never seen him so mindlessly rutting with his cadence, never seen him so feral every time he’s pummeling his hips into the mounds of your ass.

Bruising his thighs against yours, his ballsack against your entrance. Ino was balls-deep and still trying to rover his bawling orifice further across your plush cunt.

So harshly that you’re bowing your back and clamoring behind you to hold onto the headboard-

“Don’t run from me when you’ve been ngh! holding out-” Ino spits in a seething tone from behind, free palm gripping your wrists like adhesive. He tugs them down and hold you right at his complete n’ utter mercy, unmoving. “You’ve been holding out- th-this? Felt like this n’ you’ve been holding out, sweetness?”

“Fuck–!” Your spine aches with the white-hot ruts he’s bucking into you, the pointed globe of his shaft stirring your insides in a way that made you jostle with each swerve, too. “Mmm– right there, baby.”

And once he’s finding your g-spot he’s never leaving it alone.

Spraying out a thick battering of warm pre all over that particular bundle of nerves before he jerks his hips and bruises it. Making you throw your head back and clench–

“D-don’t!” Ino gasps, watery eyes drooping with the sheer heat inside your soppy pussy. He felt like he was just melting into you, abs almost melding into your back with each skim. “Makes me go crazy- m-makes me wanna haaaah- cum…inside.”

The very moment he admits this, you coo. Partially shifting your body around to take in his scorching blush, the way that Ino tries to hide away behind his unruly bangs.

You curl your fingers around one soft lock and pull- making him whine. “When I say don’t ngh- pull out- I mean don’t pull out, Taku–”

And that was it- that did it.

In all of two flutters of your lashes, Ino’s snapping.

All those long, hard years of training letting him trek his powerful forearms underneath your thighs and haul you all the way in half. The caps of your knees hitting your tits, his cock hitting the bottom of your pussy.

“Then…get ready.”

Crazed, babbling. It’s all the warning you’re getting before Ino froths out generous helpings of creamy white cum. The thickened dollops settling near your womb and sprinkling to and fro once he’s pumping it even deeper.

You’re whimpering, body jolting at the low hum of reverse cursed energy that seeps from Ino’s fingerpads. Without him even realizing.

“Taku– o-oh my god you’re ngh- cumming so much.”

More than usual - so much more than usual.

Ino’s wild tempo meant that your poor entrance was gaping with all the leaky knots of his seed, milking and milking every single ounce out of himself.

“Oh my god- you squeeze me even tighter when I cum inside, pretty- s-so I just have to…” Until his balls ached with nothing. The strawberry divot homed at the end of his length sputtering out once- twice- before Ino had wrung himself to cum dry. “Shit- don’t know if I can c-cum anymore. But I want to- I need to.”

“Nghhh– fuck!”

Every slurp! that echoed from your overspilling pussy whenever his cum leaked was speaking to him. And Ino was nodding– oh, what a monster you’ve created.

Lightly groaning as he finally pulls out with a filthy drag, it takes him all of two seconds to flip your buzzing body over and give you a pussydrunken grin. Raw n’ ravaged. “R-ride me dry, pretty?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “J-just the tip.”

It’s about the fifth time Gojo’s breathily repeating that mantra - maybe even the fiftieth since he’d promised he could handle fucking you without a condom— with just the tip.

And your boyfriend’s deepened voice cracks numerous octaves higher every time he’s pinpointing your insides with the red, bulging tip of his cock. That rounded crown swirlin’ a sultry smooch right into the spots that make you cutely keen–

“T-Toru! Ngh- oh my god, you’re in so-”

“-deeeep, yeah?” He’s snickering from behind, clouded pants leaving the back of your neck humid. And your overworked bedsprings creak! once he’s sidling his shivering thighs from behind, jostling you up with each meaty limb. “S’alright, my girl. You can take it- you will. S’just the…”

And he can’t even hold his train of thought- can’t do anything but let the tender grooves of his veins tickle your pussy. Rubbing sweetly up n’ down across your walls, deeper. Harder.

“-tip.”

Teary eyes damn near bulging out of your head, “F-fuuuuck!”

So hard that you’re being driven further up the bed by his sharp hipbones - but he doesn’t let you move a millimeter. Immediately curling the right set of his long, pale fingers around your throat and draaaagging you backwards.

“J-just the tip.” Gojo’s gurgling - babbling. Syllables coming out just as unsteadily as he’s mindlessly rutting with his swollen, veiny cock. You’re so cute taking everything he gives that he can’t help but chuckle. “See? See?” Eyes wide, tone hoarse. “You’re gonna- hah! take it like my good girl. Take my fat fuckin’ tip until I pull out, m’kay?”

Splat! Splat! Splat! You’re so dazed that the only thing reeling you out of your cockdrunken little reverie is the spray of treacly saliva that leaks from between his clenched teeth.

He’s slobbering.

Your lips flap stupidly, sparkly beads of spittle decorating your own chin as you’re whirling your head over your shoulder. “H-huh? Oh.”

Oh, Gojo Satoru doesn’t look like he heard you.

He didn’t even look like he was breathing.

Half-lidded eyes oh-so-murky that it’s a goddamn miracle they’re even shifting downwards to stare at your puffy, puckered folds. Huffing out a little ‘oh’, Gojo’s slouching his toned bodyweight on top of yours n’ cradling you into a filthy, filthy French kiss as he pounds you silly.

“Just the tip-” And it’s a good thing he’s smearing his syrupy mouth over yours - because one particularly harsh ram leaves you screaming. Drinking in each of your pretty noises into his breathy mouth. “Shhh sh sh, s’alright s’alright. Don’t run.” You didn’t even realize that you were fisting the silky coverings of your pillowcase and attempting to crawl away until he clings tighter ‘round your throat, hauling you back down. “S’just the tip- just the- ngh-”

And usually - usually - you would’ve given him a piece of your mind.

Because it wasn’t just the tip. Gojo was so big - so long, and you could feel almost every inch of his hot, throbbing girth. Pushing open your plush walls until he’s filling up every nook and cranny; way, way past the flared ridge of his cockhead to stretch and stretch and stretch you out on his shaft.

Hell, you could almost feel the plump curve of his ballsack lazily nudging your puffy pussylips.

“Toru–!” Your lungs heave with the effort to raise your voice above a mewl, “This is more than the tip- hngh.”

“Wh-what do you…” Fat dollops of sweat beading down his temple, it takes him everything - every last shred of his sanity to finally look. To finally get his fuzzily sparking brain to realize- “…oh”

And you don’t know what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t for Gojo to plant yet another experimental whack to the bottom of your cervix. Letting your hips jitter underneath his palms, he’s groping a handful of your ass.

“Then…” You can only watch once he breaks away to tilt his head cutely, cherry-pink maw sagging as if he was hypnotized. “-halfway, sweetheart?”

Swervin’ straight into your g-spot with three spanks each second, he’s tunneling you open with such lecherous sluuurps. “Mhm, hngh- oh, halfway and-” Hissing, Gojo’s long, angelic lashes flutter once he’s feeling his aching balls squeeze. Close. “-and then I’ll pull out, okay?”

“But you’re shoooo—” It was music to his ears watching you stumble over your syllables with your adorable voice, and it only made him go harder.

“S-s-sooo mean, huh?” Mocking you, “But I hafta- can let myself go o-only halfway or I…won’t be able to pull out.” If he was in any better state of mind, he’d rather have died than confess to anything so pathetically drunk on your pussy. Laughing- “Just imagine, if I didn’t pull out…h-heh, imagine.”

Oh, that was a dangerous line of thought.

He’s never done that before. Anything more of that and he’s going to drive himself crazy already, feeling goosebumps raise on the back of his flushed neck as your cute, sappy insides clench.

Milking his prolonged length all the way from his fattened tip to the plump, split-ended circle of his tip. Still murmuring, “How cute- Imagine if I didn’t- pull- out-”

Deeper- he doesn’t even register it. Again and again until both you and the bed frame sing. Harder- he’s still thinking about what he said.

You’re almost sobbing once those tufts of ivory white at the base of his cock massage your skin raw, bullying you into the mattress with just his prominent v-line. You moan, “I-it’s more than- hck! halfway in, Satoru–!”

“Oh.” Gojo heaves, Gojo snickers. “F-fine. You win.”

And you didn’t even have the time to wonder what he meant by that before he tenses his abs and punishes your hole with a rugged slam. Animalistic.

“Y-you win- you win you win you- ngh- win-” He’s spitting through gritted teeth, so harshly that the strongest tastes pure metal on his sizzling tongue. “You win n’ this is what’cha gonna get.” Filling up with saccharine trickles of saliva, he scrunches his chin and now fully - mercilessly - gives you a solid few thrusts.

Gripping on tight to your left ass cheek with one hand, every hold he has on you is pulling you back after every recoil. A bubble of high-pitched laughter departs from his lips as soon as he watches himself siiink all the way in. Over. And over. And over again.

Groaning, “Can’t take it anymore- can’t- fuck!” He can’t even bear the thought of pulling out anymore-

“C-can’t pull out?” You’re whispering, eyes widening as soon as Gojo gasps, hit with the realization that he was rambling his thoughts out loud without even realizing. Just that pussydrunk.

“N-no.” Comes out the confessional response, brows furrowing as he’s reaching below to give your neglected clit a sweet, buzzing pinch. “You win, just don’t make me ngh…pull out. Please, sweetheart?”

You made the powerful, cocky strongest beg.

And as he says this he can feel himself cumming - can feel his cursed energy flare out of control. Bolts of tiny blue lightning straying from the edges of his peripherals, oh-so-thoroughly locked down on you and your sloppily thrusting cadence.

No- he was muuuch more focused on the way that he could see with his Six Eyes. Murked walls of your sopping pussy covering with layers of syrupy white cum as he counts underneath his breath, ‘one…two…’

Digging the clean-cut crescents of his nails into the side of your pulsating neck, harder. Sloppier. ‘…three.’

Exactly in time to watch you fall apart as your orgasm hits you like a damn freight train.

“Fuck- fuh-fuuuuck! Toru m’cumming m’cumming.” So pretty letting your thighs twitch with the white-hot pleasure, your toes curl in pleasure as you position your hips to let his steaming crownhead plunge.

Bottomed-out and still aching to go deeper.

Barrelling in a rummaging tempo so sinful that thick droplets of sap ooze out of you, sticky n’ pure white. It makes Gojo’s breath hitch to watch the slicked mess pouring from your stuffed hole, glazed shaft so blissfully reeling back- only to not pull out. “I…inside.”

“Y-yeah ngh-” You’re humming with delight at the cobwebs of cum his girth mixes like frosting, so warm and heavy inside of you. “A-all inside, Satoru.”

So far delayed - his melty brain stalls just a few more pumping shudders before he can even think of opening his mouth again. “Did you take the pill, sweetheart?”

“…no.”

And Gojo Satoru can only smile and oh- oh, the look in his eyes made you jolt right to your very core. You weren’t getting off easy. Or walking. “Good.”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

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Toji x black fem reader

a/n: toji and kid megumi fics are dear to my heart. i had like three different prompts and i put them into one. ive been getting so much love on my work and its making me all mushy inside. thank yall so much— might drop a tear :,)

꩜ warnings: implied age gap(toji turned forty/reader is in late twenties), megumi is four, reader is megumi’s bio mother, toji at a cookout?!, fluff, lovey dovey shiii, smut smut smut!, accidentally taking a viagra, masturbation, side missionary?, backshots from hell, rough!toji, mean!toji, dom!toji/sub!reader, spit play, face slapping, hair pulling, thumb in bootay, implied marathons, Toji is all around disgusting.

“How’s Megumi?”

“Good. Quiet.”

“Ol’ lady still treating him like a newborn?”

“Yup.” He replied, popping the p at the end of the word.

There was a comforting silence between them as they both gazed down at the city beneath them. Abruptly, Shiu snapped his fingers before digging in his suit pocket.

“Oh before I forget, happy birthday Zenin.”

A pill bottle, topped with a red bow, rattled like maracas in his grasp before he passed it off.

“The fuck is this?”

SUPER LONG LASTING read back at him as he twirled the blue bottle between his fingers.

“You’re gettin’ old. It’s about that time where you have those… problems.” Shiu chuckled before taking a drag of his smoke.

“Really?” He questioned looking over at his friend, cracking a smirk, “Your wife didn’t have any complaints this mornin’.”

He was so tickled by his own joke, he could barely finish his sentence without laughing. His friend, on the other hand, didn’t think the joke was funny at all—grumbling something incoherent, flicking the smoke at him.

Toji knew he didn’t need no damn enhancement pills, you damn sure knew it—hell, from the shared vacation you took with Shiu and his wife last year, they knew. Shiu mistakenly booked a room with an adjoined suit instead of two separate rooms. The door separating them from y’all was located in their bedroom—coincidentally, that’s where yours was located as well. He couldn’t look you in the eyes for months.

It wasn’t every day he got a gift from his friend, let alone a gag gift, so he kept it. He stuffed the bottle in the side pocket of his gym bag, ultimately forgetting about it.

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

“Make sure you grab sunscreen, I don’t want my son walkin’ around lookin’ like a tomato.”

“Got it.”

“Oh! Make sure to pack extra clothes in case he gets dirty or somethin’.”

“Got it.”

“Should we bring his tablet?” You questioned, holding up his green iPad.

“Nah, other kids will be there. He’ll be good.”

“I know, but-”

The call of your name was flat and stern. “He’s going to be with his family baby, I promise he’ll be good. Now take seat before you start stressin’ me out.”

You sigh—walking defeatedly to the bed, next to where Toji was overpacking Megumi’s Tony Tony Chopper book bag. Plopping down on the bed, you throw the tablet on the pillows.

“Nuh uh. Get that shit off the pillowcase. We don’t know where that tablet been.”

“My bad.” You pick it back up the device and place it on your nightstand.

Your face contorts as your lost in thought. Your husband instantly knows something is going on.

“You okay baby? Need some dick before we go?”

“As much as I want to say yes, it would make us late nd’ I don’t want to hear it.” He chuckled, zipping up the book bag, placing it on the ground. The bed dips when he sits next to you, causing your body to sway gently. He pat his jean covered thigh twice before he spoke.

“Come to daddy, baby.”

You couldn’t hide your grin even if you tried. His lap was always inviting—your second place to sit. As soon as you got comfortable on his lap, his muscular arms wrapped around your torso from behind as he pecked along your exposed shoulder.

“Talk to me wife.”

You sighed deeply before replying, “I think I’m just nervous about Megumi meet my whole family. They can be a handful at times and I don’t want to…overwhelm him you know?”

He hummed at your words, taking a minute to respond—picking his words carefully.

“Megumi is growing up. He’s going to be exposed to all different kinds of people. Our job is to teach him to accept and not shield. Not saying we shouldn’t overlook him completely but let him…. Explore. Does that make sense?”

“…” He shifts your body to the side so he has access to your face.

“I’m basically telling you that Megumi will be fine” smooch “there is nothin’ to worry about” smooch “and we should get goin’ before we be late.” smooch

He lifts you to your feet by your waist. You stretch, reaching up for the ceiling. Turning around you see Toji holding his hand out, silently asking you to help him up. You chuckle, grabbing his one hand with your two.

“C’mon old man.”

He groaned when he stood up straight, “Yea, this old man will fuck you up.”

“Mmm I know it.” You purr. Your hands slide up him arms slowly—seductively, before finding comfort around his neck.

“You tryin’ to start some’?”

“Maybe.”

The kiss was long overdue. He pulled you closer to his hard body so he could get a better grip on that ass. Ever since you had your son, he couldn’t get enough of you—everything was so full. As he palmed your bottom, his kisses became hungrier and sloppier. He nibbled on your bottom lip, sucked on your tongue—anything he could do to express his love.

Three quiet knocks interrupted your make out session. Toji reluctantly slid his hands off of your ass—bringing them up to wipe your gloss off of him face. You did the same—fixing your dress in the process.

“Is that my megumi?”

Your tone was high pitched causing your husband to shake his head in disbelief. He hated when you talked to Megumi like he was still a baby—he will forever be a baby in your eyes.

The door creaked open slowly—his tiny figure standing in the door frame. He wore a pout similar to his father’s as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“About time he woke up, boy sleep like he got a job. You start getting him ready while I load up the car.

He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before grabbing Megumi’s book bag. Walking past Megumi, he ruffled his hair earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Stop that dad!”

You giggle—walking towards his tiny figure. He instinctively raised his arms so you’ll pick him up. Usually, you wouldn’t hold him because Toji thinks he’s way too big to be carried around like a baby, but he’s not here, so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. A strained groan left your lips as you pick him up, sitting him on your hip.

“You know how upset daddy would be if he seen me carrying you around?”

He nodded at your question before wrapping his arms around your neck. “C’mon let’s go get ready so you can eat.”

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

“Mommy it’s so cold!” He flinched at the cold liquid sprinkling on his skin.

“I know, but it’s to keep you from getting sunburned. Remember that time daddy was red like ketchup?”

Megumi giggles while holding his T-pose. “Yes! And he was screaming like a girl.”

He adds, making himself laugh harder. You laughed along with him, causing Toji walk around the car to investigate. He found you crouched down, spraying sunscreen on his son’s arms.

“What got y’all laughin’ so hard?”

Meg’s big gray eyes look up at his father—pointing in his direction, “You!”

“Me? What I do?”

“I reminded him about the time you got sunburned and how you were red like ketchup.” You rubbed the spray into his arms as you explained.

“And screamed like a girl!” Megumi added.

“And screamed like a girl.” You repeated.

“Whatever. You almost done?”

You switch from his arms to his legs, bending down lower to rub in the spay in. “Yea just his legs then I’m done.”

“Good, cause I’m hungry. I could eat a little boy named Megumi.” He joked, rubbing at his tummy. At the sound of his name, his face balled up in confusion. “Mommy hurry!”

Walking into the backyard felt like walking into a circus act. Two grills were being used at the same time, one of them housed your father— a green towel sat on the shoulder of his white polo, occasionally wiping his forehead as he dressed the chicken with his famous Bbq Honey Glaze. On the other grill was your uncle. He had one of the in-laws watching him grill hotdogs and hamburgers while he sipped his canned Twisted Tea. A green dragon bouncy house stood tall—rocking with each bounce. You could see kids doing all types of flips through the mesh net.

Candy Rain by Soul for Real blared through the multiple speakers—urging people to dance in formation. If the kids weren’t in the bouncy house, then they ran around freely with water guns soaking each other causing some of the adults to scold them for running. The tables lined up with finger foods were being shaded by many colorful umbrellas, shading the food from the summer blaze. You saw the familiar faces of your cousins sitting at the UNO table shouting about the rules and how the game is being rigged.

Megumi held your hand tighter as you began to walk towards the crowd. His book bag, with the photo of his favorite anime character plastered on the back, was being held up by the handle by Toji as he walked because it was too heavy for him to carry on his on—he insisted on wearing it. You were walking towards the house before the booming sound of your father’s voice hollered your name.

“You look beautiful as always baby girl.” His hug was warm—but it was blazing hot outside so the hug was very short. “Thanks pa.”

The loud clap beside your head from your father dapping up Toji caused little Megumi to look up confused at the sudden loud noise. Crouching down, it was now time for your dad greet your son.

“Wassup lil man.”

He held his hand out, palm up, asking for a high five. Megumi hesitated—looking up at his dad. Toji gave a nod and your son swung his hand down hard, slapping your father’s earning a “all right!” from him. He shook his tiny hand before standing up straight—giving a loud, overdramatized dad groan.

“Where is momma?”

“She in the house with all the women talking’ down on us fellas. You know, the usual.”

You giggle at his words, “Okay I’ll see you later, I’m gonna get Megs out this sun.”

“Ok baby girl. Aye Toj’, whenever you done in there come see me. I got sum for you to look at.”

“Yes sir.”

The walk to house was constantly interrupted by the nonstop greetings of everyone you passed. You made it your mission to at least say hello to everyone. Toji got pulled away by your uncle on the grill—unfortunately Toji, and the now many in-laws, were held hostage, listening to his jail stories. With his father no longer holding the weight of his book bag, Megumi complained about his back hurting and not wanting to walk anymore. With it being as hot as it was, you were not picking him up—you instead took his bag. He trailed closely behind you before you pulled him in front of you.

“My baby!!”

“Hi momma!”

The kitchen full of women watch as she damn near jumped over the counter to greet her first born. The hug was filled with love and way longer than the one with your father since you felt air conditioning blowing against your skin. She pulled away just to stare into your face and smiled.

“Where is my grand baby?”

“I don’t know, I could’ve sworn he walked in with me.” You grin, playing into her joke.

Megumi looked down at himself to make sure he didn’t suddenly turn invisible. He tapped your leg to get your attention while you and your mom“searched” for him on the ceiling.

“I’m down here grandma.”

His voice was just above a whisper as he spoke. He became as tall as you from your mother picking him up.

“You’re gettin’ big boy. Bout to be as big as your daddy!”

“Tell me about it. I want him to stay little forever.”

The kitchen gawked over Megumi as he was paraded around. He was the youngest on your side of the family and got spoiled by almost everyone. His pockets were stuffed with bills countless bills from their wallets, telling you not to steal it. From all the attention he received he instantly became overwhelmed, reaching his arms out for you.

“Here mama take him. Let me finish the banana puddin’ before your daddy come up in hear complainin’.”

You pulled out a dinner chair to sit—plopping Megumi on your lap. Your aunts watched in awe as you walked past them.

“Okay miss thing! I see you fillin’ out that dress.”

“Right that thang is just thangin’!”

The room erupted into laughter as your aunts took turns complimenting you.

“Now y’all leave her alone fore’ her man come and get ya.” Your mom warned, placing cookies on the glass baking tray.

“And who her man?”

As if summoned, the screen door was pulled open—Toji walking in. The bright sun shined from behind him like he was an angel. His sweaty stomach was being shown to the crowd from him using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. Tattoos of all shapes, colors, and sizes, glistening in sweat like a glazed donut.

“Uh, Toji?”

“Yea baby?”

His voice was rough and low—almost the tone he used to talk you through it.

He brought his shirt down expecting to look at you, but was instead gazing at kitchen full of shocked older women lusting over his exposed abs. The kitchen fell quiet aside from the quiet “ew” from your son.

“Now y’all get a grip and stop starin’ at the po’ boy!” Your mother walked around the kitchen island to greet your husband. “How you doin’ baby?”

“Better now that I’m seein’ you” His smile was genuine as he pulled her in for a hug.

Following in your mother’s footsteps your aunts formed a line to also be pulled into a hug. Soon, the kitchen became a Meet-And-Greet for your husband. You hilariously watched from the table as he pleaded with his eyes for help. One of Megumi’s cousins convinced his to play tag outside leaving you by yourself at the table.

Once Toji was done with his endless conversations with the women of the family, he made his way to you with a peace offering—a strawberry wine cooler.

“You doing alright baby? Been upset since Megs left.”

His chair was pulled up next to you so now you were rubbing shoulders. You took a big swig of the refreshing alcohol before you spoke.

“I think I want another baby.”

“You barely drunk that one. You tryin’ to get tipsy or somethin’?”

“Wha- no. Like a baby, baby.” To further emphasize what you meant, your palm rubbed circles on your stomach.

“..”

Megumi was no longer a baby and you haven’t quite registered that—no you didn’t want to register it.

“What’s goin’ to happen when that baby grows up? You gonna want another?”

You nod—a chuckle rumbling in his throat.

“Babies grow, nothin’ stays young forever, you do realize that right?”

“I know. Just one more baby then I’ll be good.”

He looks at you like you’re telling him a joke.

“I don’t think you’re takin’ this serious. A baby—no a child, is a lot of responsibility and it sounds like you just want for one stage of it’s life.”

Before you could reply the shouting of your father interrupts.

“Yo Toj’ you busy?”

He turns back to you, “We’ll talk later, yea?”

You nod, giving him the ok to walk away. His stride was something serious, like he carried something heavy—pulling up his pants slightly as he walked towards to door.

“Bye ladies!”

The kitchen synchronized like a coir as they all said goodbye. You were now left alone with your thoughts and a wine cooler. That was until your son came in seconds later doing his bathroom dance.

“Mama I have to use the bathroom.” Megumi whispered in your ear as if he was telling you top secret information. Matching his energy, you pulled him closer—cupping your hand around his ear.

“Let’s go.”

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

With the sun finally sunken, it was cool enough to be out. Overlapped conversations filled the yard from everyone sitting outside. With everyone fed and not burning up from the harsh rays of the sun, the atmosphere was much more inviting and calm. Megumi was surrounded by his many cousins in the bouncy house, having the time of his life. Couple’s crowed the makeshift dance floor, swaying to the steady tempo of Piece of My Love by Guy—Including you and your husband.

He was behind you with his head resting on your shoulder, occasionally kissing it. His hands were wrapped tightly around your stomach, pulling you closer in his embrace. One of your hands rested on his while the other fiddled with the dark hair on his neck.

“You can have a piece of my love, it’s waitin’ for you.” He sung lowly in your ear causing you to giggle from the tickling sensation.

“And why do you know this song Toji?”

He laughed before replying, “You think this is my first cookout?”

“Boy! It better be!”

You both giggle, rocking to the beat slowly. Turning around completely to face him—you lay your head on his chest. He rest his chin on your head as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. Toji fought the urge to massage your ass—your parents were less than fifty feet away.

It was now the perfect time to bring up your previous conversation.

“M’sorry for how i acted earlier. I was bein’ selfish.”

He hummed at your apology. “Do you get where I was comin’ from or you jus’ tryin’ to dead it? Cause this is serious.”

“I do get where you were comin’ from. I just wanted another child just for the first stage of its life and that’s not right. I never saw it from your perspective because I was so clouded in mine. I’m sorry.”

“Look at me.”

Your brown eyes fixed on his grey ones. Even in minimum light, his eyes shined bright. God he was so sexy.

“I’m willin to have as many kids with as humanly possible, I just needed you to understand that they won’t stay kids forever. Let them grow up baby.”

You nodded—understanding. “Ok.”

“Y’know how much I love you?”

“Hmm, I think I need to be reminded.”

“Oh I’ll remind you. I’ll remind you all night, gimme a kiss.”

You tried to keep the kiss as clean as possible before your husband bullied his tongue between your lips. His hands shifted down from your hips to your butt—rubbing it like he’s a fortune teller.

“Hey keep it PG!”

“M’sorry momma.”

You sheepishly hid your face in Toji’s chest as he found it hilarious. The song concluded and the couples gave the dance floor back for everyone else.

Hours passed, next thing you knew it was 11:08pm. The kids were asleep as the cookout turned into an adult party. Shots of vodka in jello form were passed around like a joint. Toji was whooping ass in blackjack—racking close to five hundred dollars. His mouth was reckless, when he was winning during card games—he encouraged you to put down the big bills and called you a pussy if you didn’t. His blut was held lazily between his lips before slapping a card down and collecting money.

This pimp shit ain’t nothin’ new to me

I knew he was for the community

Bigger in Texas by Megan Thee Stallion blast the speakers, causing in echo in the night sky. Your parents were definitely getting a notice first thing tomorrow.

“Show ‘em how you got pregnant cousin!”

You lifted your sun dress to your knees so it was looser by your ass. You squat, hands leaned on your knees as you popped your lower back—twerking. Your cousins encouraged you even more when the steady chant of “aye! aye! aye!” became louder.

“Show ‘em your Megan knees!”

On command you balance on the ball of your feet, thrusting back and forth—going as far as grabbing your ankles.

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

Toji drove back home in complete silence as you and Megumi were knocked the fuck out. Both you and your son were slumped over in the seat—mouth open, drooling. You had a time last night! You eventually woke up when he was five minutes away, but not without a metro booming headache.

Megumi stayed sleeping the whole walk to his bedroom as Toji carried him. Undressing him to put on his night clothes, you noticed the countless amounts of stickers on his body coincidentally in the same spots his father’s were. You smiled to yourself before pushing his hair back and kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet boy.”

Your headache was made worse by the steam of you and Toji’s shared shower. Every step you took was met with dots of black—you needed to sleep asap.

Toji didn’t have the gift of sleeping whenever, like you, so he took melatonin to ease him to sleep. Not finding any in his medicine cabinet he checked through his bags to see if he misplaced the bottle of drugs. He went on a world wide search before hearing the rattle of pills from his gym bag. Since he was so irritated, he didn’t even take the pill bottle all the way out—just digging his fingers in, taking two.

You were stirred awake by muffled moaning and the quick rapid movement of the bed.

“Fuuckk.” Toji’s groan was deep and desperate.

The bed shaking paused as he searched for another video. Finding one, he played it, resuming his jerking. He wore no headphones, just blasting porn from his phone into the shared bedroom.

“T-toji! Shiiit!”

Your heart flutter at the realization that he’s watching your homemade videos. His breathing was choppy and uneven. You felt the force of his head hitting the pillow as he stopped jerking again.

“Toji?”

Your voice was groggy a deep as you spoke. The light from the video flashed along his sweaty face. He pulled the blanket up to his stomach and paused the video.

“M’sorry baby. I can’t get it to go down. It’s been up for twenty minutes.”

“Is that normal toj’?”

“Fuck no it’s not normal.” The hand that held his phone ran through his hair.

You sat up, turning on the lamp on your side of the bed. Turning back to face him, your eyes damn near popped out of your head. His dick was like a caged monster under the blanket—just jumping and throbbing.

“Did you take anything at the cookout?”

“No. I took two melatonins like an hour ago tho.”

“Where is it?”

“Gym back, in the closet.”

Digging through the closet, you find his gym bag and hear the rattling of the pills. Reaching in you felt a ribbon? Pulling out the lid was a red ribbon used as decoration. You dig further before pulling out the whole bottle of Rhino Pills. You had so many questions.

“Toji why is there viagra in your bag?”

“Fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The bottle of Rhino pills with the red bow. Toji if you’re having… problems you could’ve told me.”

The realization hits him like a fright train. He groans loudly, covering his face.

“Shiu gave ‘em to me on my birthday as a joke. I just took two thinkin’ they were my sleepin’ pills.

You were dumbfounded—you weren’t even completely out of your slumber, waking up to your husband taking not one but two sex enhancement pills.

“—So what now?”

“You lay down and let me take care of it.”

It started off with both of you on your sides before Toji deemed that it just wasn’t good enough. Still holding your leg up, he got on top, propped it over his shoulder, and went to work.

“Y’so fuckin’ wet baby goddamn!”

“Mmm j-just for you daddy.”

He was so lost the pleasure that he was about to nut already. His eyes closed—focusing on the sound of the ceiling fan to distract himself. It was working until the shlick shlick shlick sound of your pussy creamy drowned it out. You squeezed around him rhythmically easing him into his orgasm.

“S-shit! S’fuckin close baby.”

His thrusting got deeper, more harder—causing the headband to wack against the wall behind. Thinking fast, he gripped it and pulled it forward—cracking it. Your high pitched moaning was synchronized with each stroke, getting louder with each one.

“M’gonna nut all in this pretty pussy. My pretty fuckin pussy.” His jaw was cliched as he spoke to you. You loved when he got like this—unstoppable.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

You obliged—tongue sticking out so far touch it touched your chin. He watched his webbed spit drop on your tongue, glide to the back of your throat—watching how you swallowed it with your mouth still wide open.

“Yeess. You’re such a dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

Your giggle was squeal like as he degraded you—obviously as fuck out as he was. Your cheek stung at the repeated slaps he gave you—getting more turned on with each one.

“I wan’ you to f-fuck me harder daddy. Please!”

He said nothing as he pulled out. You were forcefully twisted in your tummy. He placed a pillow under your stomach before thrusting back in. All the air pushed out of you when he pushed in. He went right back to his ruthless pace.

“Hhunggoooddd yessuhhh!”

Both of his hands pushed your shoulders against the bed—pinning you down. Your moans becoming muffled as, intended.

“Y-you gonna wake up my fuckin son.”

Your moan turned into deep growling as you clawed the bed. He was so deep it felt like he was the beat of your heart.

Yanking you up the the hairline of your frontal, he spoke directly into your ear.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a cheap slut?”

Your brown eyes crossed as they tried to focus on toji from up above.

“I-mmmm fuhmm!”

Your response wasn’t good enough.

“I know how to get you takin’.”

He dropped your head on the bed with no remorse. Taking booth cheeks and spreading them apart—warm spit drip on your tight rim before dropping down to your pussy—adding more lubricant for his dick. The pad of his thumb circle your hole before he eased his way in. You tensed up—squeezing around his dick.

“Tooojii! Nuggh!”

“Theeere she is.”

Lifting you back again by the hairline your frontal, he asked the question again—this time with both of your holes plugged.

“S’what i w-wanted daddy! I sweaaar!”

“You better not ever give my pussy away. Understand?”

“I-I underst-stand.”

“Good.”

He gave a breathy chuckle as he reminisced. “Member how I told you I was gonna remind you all night?”

ʚɞ ʚɞ

#x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji x black reader #toji x reader #anime x black!reader #jjk x black reader #toji smut

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psychoticfemmm · 6 months ago

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Hia! Can you do another Peter Parker x Stark! Reader, I absolutely loved your last one. Could the plotline be along the lines of : Tony walks into your room and finds you and Peter asleep cuddling after you snuck him in the night before. Maybe the whole team gets involved and starts taking photos for blackmail 🤣 Thank you!

Caught in the Act

pairing: Peter Parker x stark!reader

summary: read the request

The sunlight streamed through your bedroom curtains, falling perfectly on the two of you. Peter Parker’s arm was draped over your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin, and you groaned softly, stirring from your sleep.

The events of the night before were hazy but thrilling: a whispered phone call, Peter scaling the side of the Avengers Tower, and an impromptu movie marathon that ended with the two of you tangled up in each other’s arms.

Peter shifted in his sleep, his nose brushing against your collarbone. A soft hum escaped him, and you smiled, reaching up to lightly ruffle his messy curls.

“Good morning, lovebirds.”

The unmistakable voice of Tony Stark shattered the moment.

Your eyes snapped open, and your heart dropped. Standing at the foot of your bed was your dad, his arms crossed and an expression caught between amusement and absolute mortification.

“D-Dad?!” you stammered, sitting up abruptly. Peter groaned at the sudden movement, blinking himself awake.

“Morning, Mr. Stark,” Peter mumbled sleepily before realizing where he was and who was standing there. His eyes went wide, and he bolted upright. “MR. STARK! I—uh—this isn’t what it looks like!”

Tony raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Really? Because it looks like Spider-Boy snuck into my daughter’s room and decided to cuddle his way into trouble.”

“Dad, it’s not like that!” you protested, though your flushed face said otherwise.

“Oh, so it’s worse,” Tony quipped, cutting you off. “Got it. And by the way, the entire team is outside, loving this.”

Your jaw dropped. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” Tony replied smugly. “Because if I have to suffer through this, everyone else does too.”

Right on cue, the door creaked open, and Steve Rogers stepped in, his phone out and snapping a picture. “Morning, kiddos. Cute couple pose, by the way.”

“STEVE!” you yelled, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at him.

Natasha followed, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Aw, I remember young love. You guys were adorable—until Stark called us in for backup.”

“Seriously?” Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Oh, it’s not just us,” Natasha added as Thor poked his head in.

“Why was I not informed of this bonding moment?” Thor boomed, grinning. “Ah, Spider-Man and Stark’s offspring. A powerful duo!”

“Can you all get out?!” you shouted, grabbing another pillow.

“Not until I get my blackmail photo,” Natasha teased.

Peter tugged you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know, if this keeps up, I might have to climb out the window.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you muttered back, glaring at the group.

Bruce finally showed up, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “Tony, you’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

“I like to think I’m setting the bar,” Tony said smugly.

Finally, the team filtered out, laughing and bantering as they went. Tony lingered for a moment, fixing Peter with a look. “You’re lucky I like you, Parker. But if I catch you sneaking in again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter stammered.

As the door shut, the room finally fell silent. You let out a sigh, flopping back onto the bed. Peter lay beside you, covering his face with his hands.

“Well,” you started, “that went about as horribly as it could’ve gone.”

Peter groaned. “They’re never going to let me live this down. Your dad is probably going to build a tracker for me now.”

“Probably,” you teased, rolling onto your side to face him.

He peeked at you through his fingers, his face still flushed. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin.

Peter leaned in closer, his voice dropping slightly. “You know, we could’ve avoided all of this if you hadn’t convinced me to stay the night.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I convinced you? Last I checked, you were the one who said, ‘But I can’t leave you now, you’re too cute when you’re sleepy.’”

His cheeks turned redder. “Okay, fine. Maybe I did say that.”

You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. “Guess you’ll just have to make it up to me later.”

Peter’s breath hitched, but before he could respond, you pulled back, smirking. “Now, get up, Spider-Boy. We’ve got breakfast to deal with—and probably a million jokes from the team.”

“Great,” he muttered, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “But next time, we’re sneaking into my room. May wouldn’t call the Avengers on us.”

“Deal,” you replied, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door.

#peter parker x stark!reader #Peter Parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #marvel mcu #fanfiction #the avengers #marvel #Peter Parker x avenger!reader

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Cinnamon Rolls

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has to decide which is the lesser of two evils: waking you up from your nap, or letting the cinnamon rolls in the oven burn.

Word count: 1,686

Content/warnings: fluff! Kissing, cooking, Steve being too perfect and sweet, tickling

A/N: hehehe, thanks to @thezombieprostitute for always indulging my thots and whims, especially regarding my love for cinnamon rolls and cinnamon roll-like men.

Comments, reblogs, and asks are especially appreciated!

Dividers by @mikeykuns

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You looked over the back of the couch and towards the kitchen in the open living area of the cabin you and Steve were staying in for the weekend. Tony had insisted, of course, that the two of you take some time off and away from the city, which at this point, didn’t take much convincing, even for two people who worked themselves to the bone as much as you and Steve.

The past three weeks had been grueling, as you guided Steve and the rest of the Avengers through a mission in a South American city via coms. It was a series of sleepless nights and food rations, but worth it for the safety of the world. Both you and Steve were willing to pay that price, but afterwards, somehow Tony talked you into taking him up on his offer for alone time in his remote property upstate.

It was nice, but cold, which you would’ve complained about if you hadn’t had a personal heater in the form of your super soldier husband. The same man who was bent over the oven right now, sliding in a tray of something that he wasn’t letting you see. What you were happy to look at in the meantime, though, was that ass, somehow still so plump and prominent in a pair of flannel pajama pants that you’d hardly seen him take off since you’d gotten here. One of your favorite sights, that probably would be until the end of time, was Steve when he was relaxed and comfy. And you knew he loved to see you the same way, wearing a pair of old sweats and his Army hoodie that he’d gotten soon after joining this century.

The view earned him a cat call whistle, and when he stood and closed the oven door, you were sure the blush on his cheeks wasn’t just from the heat in the kitchen. It was nice how much you could still make him a little bashful after all this time.

You watched his eyes, full of amusement and affection as he rounded the corner of the couch to move towards where you were curled up in a blanket by the fire.

“You gonna tell me what you and those buns have got cooking, good looking?”

Steve let out a lighthearted chuckle and the corners of his eyes creased, still as beautiful as ever. He shrugged as he lifted the soft throw blanket and settled in against the armrest before gesturing for you to snuggle up to him.

“No way. It’s a surprise. You can guess once it’s done, though.”

You sighed as you laid a hand and your head on his chest, adjusting until you were comfortably laying with him, legs tangled. Steve reached for the book you had turned upside down on the coffee table to keep your page and looked over a few lines.

“The Hobbit, huh?”

You nodded, the rustling sound of his threadbare hoodie on your ear just covering his faint heartbeat.

“Yeah, Bucky lent it to me.”

Steve exhaled a laugh through his nose, a boyish grin rising on his face. “That’s the least he could do. Punk stole my copy back in the day, then gave it to some girl he never saw again after he was done.”

You smiled in response to the way he reminisced about the old days. You absolutely loved when Steve would bring up his childhood memories. They were so different from yours, yet so full of parallels. Kids will be kids, after all.

You put your chin on his chest to look up at him, met with sparkling blue eyes, reflecting the bright light that bounced off the snow outside the windows.

“Of course he did. He was a charmer, wasn’t he?”

Steve leaned down for a kiss as you stretched to meet him.

“For sure. Not as much as me, though, of course.”

You playfully rolled your eyes along with him. “Right, of course. I’m sure you were a real heartbreaker back in the day.”

Steve’s eyebrows lowered and the corners of his lips turned upward in a sarcastic smile. “Left and right.”

You placed a reverent kiss on his sternum before resettling yourself on his pec, squishier than usual from not having been to the gym in a few days. It was perfect.

You smiled to yourself. “Well, I’m glad those days are behind you.”

Steve brushed a hand up and down your back. “I’d never break your heart, you know, I’d rather work to fill it with love every day. Forever if I can.”

Steve always knew exactly what to say to have you blushing, too, even if it was unintentional. The words that spilled out of his mouth warmed you from the inside out with how sincere they always were. You patted his belly gently, “and I hope to do the same for you.”

Steve hummed before he held the book back up in his line of sight.

“Glad we’re on the same page. Speaking of which, you want me to read for you?”

You nodded again, tucking a hand up under his hoodie, warming your cold fingers against his abs. “Mmmhmmm.”

Steve cleared his throat and began, his voice a smooth, deep rumble conducted through his chest and across your body. It was one of the best sounds, one of the best feelings, to be curled up close to him and taken care of. Cherished.

The gentle cadence of his voice carried in the cozy air around the couch as your breaths began to even out. Steve sensed it as your body relaxed into his, fully softened in a light slumber. He finished the page he was on just to make sure you were fully out before marking where he stopped and placing your book back on the table. He continued lulling you to sleep gently, his blunt fingertips drawing circles between your shoulder blades. Steve basked in the sunshine of enjoyment that came from how safe he knew he made you feel.

He sat there for a second, satisfied with everything in his life. With you, everything hard he’d gone through before was worth it. Nothing could break the feeling of fullness in his heart.

And then he smelled it. The cinnamon rolls. How long ago had he put them in? He craned his neck to look at the timer on the stove. They were just past halfway done. And Steve would rather die than move you right now when you were so peaceful. He considered his options and pulled out his phone.

Tony, can you remotely turn off an oven up here?

No. What part of ‘everything’s off the network except whatever you bring up there’ did you not understand?

Steve sighed to himself. He thought Tony was joking. Could he actually have a place somewhere so disconnected? He knew there was at least a Wi-Fi router, but really? Nothing else? Tony Stark has changed.

Why? Doing something else that’s keeping you from the oven?😏

Yes. But not like that. Steve rolled his eyes and opened up a different text conversation.

Sam, can redwing open doors?

Yeah, but the door probably won’t close again. He’s got lasers. You need help?

Steve sighed again. That wouldn’t work either.

No, I’ll figure it out.

One more try. Maybe Bucky and Nat?

Hey. Either one of you close to Tony’s place in the mountains? I got a favor to ask.

No. We’re at dinner in the city. Why? Everything ok?

Steve bit his lip in contemplation.

Yeah. Nothing I can’t handle. Thanks anyway.

He locked his phone and set it on the coffee table next to your book, running a hand over his face. He could do this. Maybe he could carefully carry you to the kitchen, just to take them out, then go back to the couch? But would that disturb you too much?

Maybe he could stuff pillows into his spot and you wouldn’t even realize you were clinging to something else. Yeah. That could work.

He looked back over at the timer on the oven. It had just reached two minutes left. Okay, he was gonna do it. Just move carefully and quietly and quickly to hit the button so the timer didn’t startle you awake.

But it was too late. Before he could even move a muscle, you were stirring. Eyes still closed, your nose rose to the air, taking a deep breath of the scent that had permeated the cabin. A smile took over your face and your eyes finally fluttered open, landing on Steve. Your voice held a light rasp to it.

“Cinnamon rolls. My favorite.”

Steve nodded. “Uh huh.”

You shifted to straddle his waist, arms clinging around his torso. “Cinnamon rolls made by my favorite cinnamon roll.”

Steve laughed at the long running joke of what you always called him, moving to sit up, big hands holding you steady against him. He stood with your body wrapped around his and made it to the oven before the loud beeping started, shutting everything off and setting the tray on the counter.

“Of course, darling.”

He set you on the granite beside the stove, kissing your nose at your whine at the loss of his touch. He opened the fridge and pulled out a container of cream cheese icing he had made, setting it in your hands as he sifted through the drawers for a knife.

You took off the lid, swiping a finger through the frosting and sucking it off with a moan.

“Dang, that’s good.”

You scooped up another bit, holding it out for Steve, but when he opened his mouth, you booped it onto his nose. With a giggle, you went to kiss it off but Steve was too quick, whisking you away back to the couch.

“Ohhh, you’re gonna get it.”

Before you knew it, you were kicking and laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, surrounded in a world of love and warmth with your husband. Even though this was a short trip, every day with him felt like this on the inside.

Bonus A/N: ohhhh sweet Steeb. Gimme this cinnamon roll🥺

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notanactressyayy · 1 year ago

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐬𝐡𝐡... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing . Natasha Romanoff x virgin! fem! reader

summary . when she decides to make the move and discovers you had never experienced anything like that ever before, she plans the perfect way to put your fears away and get to see that side of yours for the first time.

warnings . smut! i am not responsible for your content consumption! — implied sexual abuse (from Dreykov), virginity loss, foreplay, nipple play, strap on usage, fingering, multiple orgasms, lots of praises, Natasha's incredibly hot russian.

notes . english is not my first language (🇧🇷) so i apologize for any spelling errors. feedback is highly appreciated! <3

divider credits: @anitalenia

you had been waiting for Nat to come home from the avengers compound all day. she had told you Tony was making some updates on FRIDAY and needed the team's opinion on everything, so she stayed there a little longer than the usual.

you had to admit — it was never the same without her in the house. wearing her clothes didn't help as much as you thought, neither did Liho meowing all day as if telling you she missed her.

so your eyes perked up to the door as you heard the doorknob turning, eyes sparkling at the sight of Natasha. she was smiling.

most of the times she came back from the compound she had bruises and cuts from missions, and looked down and tired. so knowing she had fun with her team made your day a hundred times better. even if it was already midnight.

"hey, kitten," she chuckles and crouches down to pick the cat up as she runs to her, immediately nuzzling against her and meowing. "i missed you too,"

"i missed you too." you say quietly, Natasha's eyes immediately following the voice. she drops her bag on the floor and runs towards you, sitting on the edge of the couch where you laid.

"hi, dorogaya!" she places her hand on your cheek and pecks your lips, coaxing a little sigh out of you. her mouth then travels to your forehead to plant a kiss there. "i'm sorry for making you wait. but it was so fun. all i could think about was coming home and telling you!"

you giggle, seeing her so enthusiastic. you shift to make room for her on the couch and she adjusts herself so you're leaning on her chest now — Liho laying comfortably on both of you. "okay. tell me!"

"so," she begins, taking a deep breath as she became selfconscious about how happy she was. "Ant Man was there, and he was struggling with his pym-particle blasters and he became very very tiny. more than he should. and then, when Tony opened FRIDAY's device, he decided to tease all of us and entered there, tickling the artificial intelligence! she pretended to laugh, and Tony couldn't understand why everything he was trying to do wasn't working."

her laugh was so sweet, so genuine, that a sense of calm washed over you, everything was okay now, you were both okay. and knowing Natasha, having her happy was the best gift you could ever have. your arms wrapped around her neck, and you kisses the tip of her nose. "i'm glad you had a great day with them,"

Natasha's lips parted as she felt the kiss, her gaze locking with yours. she realized she had finally gotten rid of that feeling that something bad could happen anytime. she wasn't alert 24/7 anymore. now, she was home. with you. "i did.. and i have you now."

she carefully picks the sleeping cat and place her on the little bed next to the couch, then returns her attention to you. her hands travel down to your waist, fingertips sliding under the thin shirt you wore. you gulp, fingers tangling in her red locks and pulling her closer.

"i have you, now." you repeat quietly, before crashing your lips on hers.

the russian immediately melts against you, a faint groan echoing from the back of her throat, the vibrations going straight to your core. she carefully lifts you up and pulls you onto her thigh, allowing your weight to rest on her. you usually didn't have make out sessions, since she was with the others most of the time, doing missions. but you wouldn't let that opportunity slide.

the tip of your tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip, a silent plea for something more. she was surprised. she didn't usually see you making the moves. her lips part fully, welcoming your tongue in her mouth, as she returns the action. her tongue mingles with yours, slowly, wanting to make the moment last, but it wasn't enough.

her hand slid up your back, pulling your chest flush against her own. you whimper as the kiss deepens, body shifting and molding perfectly with her. this was getting further than you thought it would.

Natasha broke the kiss with a small gasp, shifting your positions and carefully laying you down on the couch. her body hovered yours, and her lips trailed kisses down your face, your neck. your eyes widened — in surprise, but also in panic.

"Nat," you breathlessly whisper, weakly grabbing her shoulders to hold onto her. her lips didn't stop, only seeming to be hungrier and hungrier for you. "wait,"

"no, krasivaya, (beautiful,)" she mumbles against your skin, pulling your body even closer to her. she didn't want to stop. "just let me, please,"

you take a deep shaky breath to try and calm yourself down. you knew Natasha, and that she'd never hurt you, so this helped. you carefully took her face in your hands, and pulled her head which was tucked on your neck back. she took a great look into your eyes, and frowned. "what's up, baby?"

"nothing, it's just.." you sigh. her eyes narrow for a brief second, then, a small chuckle comes out of her mouth. damn it, she saw the soft pink creeping up your cheeks.

"are you shy?" she inquires, raising her eyebrow. you got relieved as she suddenly got off you and sat on the couch properly, pulling you onto her lap again and wrapping her arms around your waist.

"it's not that." you shake your head and look down, begining to pick on your nails.

it wasn't shyness. you just had a feeling that would lead towards sex. and not that you weren't ready, you just never had it before — other than pleasuring yourself — and Natasha didn't know that fact, until now.

"oh..." she suddenly realizes what's going on. instead of getting angry, a smile tugs on the corner of her lips again. she looks at your face for some good seconds, before wrapping her arms completely around your frame and pulling you to her chest.

that reminded her of all the times she was forced to do something she had no idea of what it was, all the times she felt scared, felt dirty, doing something she didn't want to. god, she didn't want you to feel like that. she never wanted anyone to feel like that, ever.

"are you a virgin, lyubovmoya? (my love,)" her voice sounds extremely calm and tender that it makes you a little surprised. "tell me,"

"yes, yes i am." you exhale and lean your head on her shoulder, eyes fluttering close.

"okay. do you wanna keep it like that?"

that. the question you've been most fearing. usually, if it were anybody else, you'd say no. but Natasha just made you feel so safe, so loved. you wanted to take that step further with her.

"no, i don't."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"just keep 'em closed,"

your soft giggle melts Natasha. her hand covers your eyes as her hand maneuvers you by your hip, inside the bedroom. she had decided to keep everything natural for you this day. no rushed things. but she couldn't be happier. you were trusting her with that.

"did you feed Liho?" you whisper as Natasha carefully places you on a specific spot on the room.

"i'm about to fuck you and you're worried about the cat?" she laughs, making you gasp. you playfully smack her shoulder.

"you!" you smile. her hand gets removed from your eyes. they immediately get dreamy at the sight in front of you.

Natasha was only in a set of lingerie. for the first time ever, you saw her. it was something she thought — in order for you to feel safe, she'd have to show you she felt safe with you herself. because deep inside, she was just another broken, insecure person.

your eyes scanned her body, trying carefully not to stare too hard, seeing the scars and marks that engraved her skin. your fingertips shyly reached for her, and she didn't stop you. in fact, her hands hovered yours as she slid them up her skin.

a quiet 'wow' leaves you, followed by a genuine smile of yours. you pull her closer, looking all doe eyed at her. "you're beautiful,"

"i wanna see you too," she looks down at you. "can i?"

"you can," you hum, raising your arms, a silent invitation for her to undress you.

Natasha's fingertips gently tug at the hem of your blouse, before pulling it over your head. you were the complete opposite of her. smooth skin, no battle scars like hers. she was quick to kneel down and tease the buttons of your jeans, wanting to see if you would stop her or not.

"please, Natasha."

she does as you ask and undo the jeans, letting them pool around you on the floor. she helps you step out of them, and hum as you're both now half naked. everything felt otherworldly romantic and.. safe. even if Natasha was trying her best not to ruin you right there, just by seeing you so soft, so.. vulnerable for her like that. she liked being in control for once.

so your eyes squeezed shut as she suddenly pressed her body against yours and pinned you back against the wall. "shh."

your breath hitches in anticipation, her fingertips slowly tracing up your spine and allowing her palm to rest above the clasps of your bra. Natasha's free hand moves up your stomach, her knee sneakingly trapping you against the wall between your legs. she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "let me, malyshka. (baby). i know what i'm doing, just relax."

"mhm," a little whine comes out of your throat, which makes her smile. she nods in encouragement and moves her mouth close to your ear, pressing a kiss on the spot under it.

"ya ne khochu, chtoby ty zhalel obo mne, detka, (i don't want you to regret me, baby,)" she whispers in your ear, and you have no idea of what it means. but something was right — the thin fabric of your panties felt extremely soaked right now. "so, i'll make you feel so, so good."

"please," you wrap your arms around her neck, pressing yourself closer. her skin felt better than you could have ever imagined against your own.

"i'm here." she reassures you, then carefully spins you around and lay you down on the bed. her hand that ghosted over your back undid the clasps of your bra, and tossed it somewhere else on the floor.

you're absolutely sure that it was not the cold air that made you shiver and that got your nipples hard. you gulp, breathing coming out in soft pants as Natasha's hands gently handled you, cupping your breasts as her lips pressed a trail of kisses on the valley between them. "you're gorgeous, my girl."

"you feel so good," you breathe, subconsciously leaning towards her hands. her thumb pinches your nipple as she suddenly latches on you, slowly sucking on your other breast, giving both of them the same attention. "Natasha."

the way you moaned her name, breathlessly like that coaxed a sound of her own. your fingers tangled on her hair to makeshift a ponytail, so her hair wouldn't get in the way. she released your skin with a pop and claimed your lips, kissing you like she never did before — as if trying to pour all the love she had for you in the kiss. you slowly got a handle of the whole thing. you reached up to take off her bra, and yet she didn't break the kiss. only when you got impatient, whimpering as the ache between your legs became unbearable.

"i need you," you murmur, clearing your throat, lips tingling due the intense kissing. "please, Nat. make me yours."

god, yes. she was never letting you go. not before, and certainly not now.

"i will." she says huskily. she moves, so she's straddling one of your thighs, but not putting her weight on you. "tell me to stop whenever you want to,"

her pointer finger put your panties aside and jeez, that was torturous. you didn't want that fabric there anymore. but she was teasing. but that all flew away from your thoughts when you gasped, her middle and ring finger suddenly entering your hole — thumb lazily rubbing your clitoris, all of that with one hand, her other arm resting next to your head to support her weight on the bed. you instinctively reached out to hold her arm, eyes embarrassingly rolling to the back of your head. being masturbated by someone else was so perfectly good, nothing compared to doing it alone.

"oh, my.." you coo, head falling back against the pillow as your breathing quickly got laboured.

"you like that, detka?" she asks, eyeing you down almost possessively, silently promising herself she would never allow anyone to see you like that, touch you like that ever again. she curls her fingers against your g-spot, making you nod desperately.

"yes, yes yes." you gasp once more, biting on your lip and bucking your hips up towards her hand. she could tell you were getting close, you made it obvious. "don't stop,"

"my, my princess. already gonna cum for me?" she gently teases and increases the pace, doing her best to get through your clenching walls — getting another pleasured moan from you. "that quick?"

"i can't.. can't hold it, Nat," your body suddenly shudders forward, shuddering gasps coming out of your mouth as your juices coat her fingers, as they fuck you through your orgasm. it was nothing new, yet sharing it with her was definitely something else. "fuck, fuck.."

"good job, baby." she carefully pulls your panties down and throw them aside, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "that's it. i'm so proud,"

you just laid there, feeling the whole adrenaline from the new experience, letting yourself be pampered by her kisses and praises.

"hold on," your eyes snap open as she suddenly leaves you on the bed and grab something on the closet. you could've never had imagined she had it before, nor that she'd use it with you, in you, someday. a strap on. "i'm not done with you yet."

what was supposed to make you scared, the size, just got you more excited. watching her put it on was the hottest thing you ever saw, made your heartbeat go to the moon and back. and it was already hammering since the start.

"do you want to back off from this?" she whispers, now sounding genuinely concerned. you shook your head, grabbing onto her shoulders and pulling her closer.

"no, no. i trust you." you weakly confirms and she smiles. she takes one of your legs and presses it against your stomach, knee to your chest, revealing your totally drenched cunt to her. she grabbed your hip with the other hand and positioned herself.

the first inches were just fine, but you could saw it did hurt as much as she pushed inside you. you did your best to suppress your groans, but she saw it hurt. she knew it did. "shhh.. just a little bit more."

her stomach and breasts pressed against yours and she leaned her head down close to your own, pressing her cheek against your cheek, nuzzling gently, giving you all the time you needed to adjust to the size.

you felt so.. complete. filled up, by the woman you trusted the most. your arms wrapped around her shoulders when you got ready. you were so lubricated that it didn't bleed, it was just a discomfort that was soon over. "move."

with the green light, all of Natasha's self-restraint disappeared as her hands held your hips, then she began giving you slow, tiny thrusts. to introduce you to the whole thing — which you quickly became addicted.

moans surely echoed on the room when the feeling registered. it was good. it felt amazing.

"go faster," you plea, holding her body tighter to yours as your hips tried and matched her movements.

"so eager," she hisses and quickens the pace, to a point the headboard was already hitting the wall. her strong arms hold you in place as she fucks the little remains of purity out of you. "all mine now."

the tip of the fake cock brushes deeper each time she pounds into you, as you both discover the depths of your body together, as just as this new way of coming you never experienced before.

the familiar pit in your stomach slowly built tighter and got ready to snap, and she recognized that. her hand slid between your sweaty bodies to stimulate your clit a little bit more, and you were sure you moaned a little too loudly.

"Natasha!" your nails dig into her skin, as a toe curling wave of pleasure washes over you, once again.

"that's it, dorogaya," she nods, slowing down and allowing you to savour the feeling, watching you fall apart. your cum soaked the silicone material of the strap on, and honestly, the wet sounds it made got you a little embarrassed.

you weren't aware of your surroundings anymore, only that Natasha leaned her weight on you and held you close, still inside you. she rolled over to pull you on top of her, and stroked your hair, hearing the little moans you made.

"you're so perfect for me.." she coos, carefully pulling out of you, making you hiss as the material dragged across your extra sensitive walls. "you took me so well, my girl."

"thank you..." you mumble, shifting just to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

Natasha didn't want to talk right now. and she wouldn't. she just pulled the blankets over the two of you, giving you time — to feel, to think, to recompose. she sighed, and a wide smile showed on her face. she was glad you couldn't see it, she looked so giddy, so happy and so proud. she did something right. once.

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larcenywrites · 1 year ago

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Nightcrawler x F!Reader

just some quick smut w a furball 😊when I have tony stuff to finish

Word count: 1,750

"Shall we call it a night?" Your handsome devil practically purred against your cheek as he easily swept you off your feet. His tail constricted around your waist, prompting you for an answer. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck with a giggle.

"Kurt, we're still in public," you playfully scolded him, but it didn't stop the tickling fur on your cheek and lips as he kissed you. Luckily, he always had a solution for everything. Taking that as the answer he was looking for, the two of you disappeared from the street, only leaving behind dissipating purple wisps. The same wisps that greeted you not a second later.

With that tail still wrapped tightly around your waist, you were now being held above your own bed. Lips eagerly met yours for a passionate kiss. With your hands too busy in his hair, you quickly worked your shoes off and carelessly let them drop to the floor with a thud. There was hardly enough attention span in your body to notice. Tongue dragging across your lips, a hand unzipping the back of your dress, another tightly holding you by your hip, the tail sneaking beneath your dress to coil around your upper thigh— but there was enough to notice that slinking prehensile sliding firmly over your clothed clit.

“Watch it,” you warn, but the arousal behind your gasp wasn’t very threatening. He still backed down, albeit with a cocked grin, and withdrew his rather unconventional advances. With that fun ruined, he sat you on the bed, making quick work of the last of your bra and panties before working on his. Clothes piled up on the floor.

“I thought you liked my tail,” he sighed playfully, turning away to grab a condom from the bedside table.

“I do,” you reply pointedly, not needing to explain further. Instead, you stretched out on the sheets, lying on your side as you watched him reach into your nightstand. Your line of sight followed the curve of his back, hips pushed forward as he took his sweet time tearing through the wrapper. Waiting, you couldn't help but admire the soft, untrimmed fur that curled around the base of his tail and down the backs of his thighs, and wrapped around to grace his lower belly.

"Bit of a fluff-butt today," you teased.

"And obviously, darling, you are into that," he quickly retorted, tail flicking in annoyance against the drawer, closing it. You smirked up at him, holding out your hand to wordlessly ask for his tail. It flicked your way without him even needing to glance at you. Your smile grew as you twisted it between your fingers, almost more distracted by the peach fuzz on his tail as you watched him stroke his cock a few times, pulling back his foreskin and revealing that blushing red tip, the only other discoloration on his body.

Your fingers drifted to the pointed end of his tail, twirling and playing with it while he finally slipped on a condom. But your fun only lasted a moment before he snatched it from your grasp. Thankfully, he didn't give you much time to be offended. Instead, he turned toward you, placing his hands on either side of you as you instinctively rolled onto your back for him. His knee wedged beneath your thigh while his other foot remained planted on the floor.

You could tell his eyes weren't focused on yours, made more evident by the soft drag of his palms over your bare legs. As pretty as he was to look at, you still sighed impatiently. "Kurt," you whined.

"Hm?" He hummed innocently, but the faint curl of his lip gave him away. He knew what he was doing as he continued to gently pinch and rub your thighs, looking anywhere except above your neck.

"Now you're just wasting time," you huffed.

"Time is never wasted admiring God's creations," Kurt corrected you, sudden sincerity in his expression as he raised his head. You rolled your eyes, but soon glanced back with a flattered smirk as he continued. "Especially on the beautiful ones," he added lowly, leaning down to plant wet kisses along your stomach, each one ending with the prick of his fangs. You squirmed in pleasure at the sensation, beginning to play with his soft hair as you let yourself relax against the sheets again. Lips and tongue making their way higher. A pleased hum leaves your throat as his warm tongue licks beneath the curve of your breasts.

The mattress dips as his other leg finally joins him on the bed, and fully settles between your legs. You moan at the firmness of his grip that pulls you closer, but it's quickly muffled by the pair of lips pressing just as firmly against yours. As your fingers thread through his thick hair, your other hand drifts down to affectionately cup his face. At the feeling of your thumb brushing through the soft fur of his cheek, his tail slowly snakes around your thigh. The sudden tickle of fuzz sends a shiver up your spine and causes a gasp to escape you. Taking advantage, Kurt slips his tongue over your bottom lip, eagerly sliding with your tongue.

His next kiss is rough, emphasized by the constricting grip of his tail around your leg and the deep rock of his hips against you, his body begging him to start. With a gentle bite, he pulled back just enough to adjust his hips and find your wet entrance with his cock. He took his time, slowly stretching you out around him and gently thrusting to open you up more for him the deeper he went. You moaned in relief when he filled out every sweet spot. Your only view was a faceful of blue when he melted into you with his own sigh of relief, keeping you buried beneath him as he pressed into you fully, purposely driving you wild.

The sudden pressure took your breath away, but you couldn’t help but cuddle back just as tightly. With his face buried in your neck, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips, and momentarily crossing your ankles. Right where he wanted you.

His thin tail unraveled itself from around your leg, soft fuzz once again tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, before quickly latching itself around your feet. The prospect had you throbbing around him and drawing a quick breath to calm your racing heart. A toothy grin nuzzled your cheek at the reaction. His tail’s grip tightened with a too-sweet kiss, a string of soft pecks that lingered for a few seconds each time. But he must have decided that he’d given you both enough time.

Even with the easing of pressure from your lower regions, you still tensed at the feeling of his cock sliding out. His kiss retreated as he nearly pulled out, lips parted as he observed the pout of your lips and the daze in your heavy eyes when he rolled his hips forward. His motions were slow but deep, rhythmically snapping your hips together with every harsh kiss to your cervix. Your legs rocked with him.

You lay limp on your pillow, one hand buried in his hair while your other splayed fingers through his fur. Lost in pleasure, the only thing that managed to pull your attention was gentle fingers wrapped around your arm that gripped his crown. When you finally drifted your gaze up to him again, fangs grinning triumphantly, or maybe just adoringly. Both were probably accurate.

Coming back down for a kiss, he showed no signs of changing his pace. But with the way his soft bush tickling your clit with each thrust, giving you just a little more stimulation to tighten that feeling in your lower belly. You moaned softly into his mouth, digging your nails into his shoulder and eliciting a similar, choked sigh.

Faltering, the hand around your wrist moved to hold your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before driving into you quicker. He sat up a bit, changing his angle to one that finally drilled into that sweet spot that had you seeing stars in the glowing yellow eyes above you. Tightening your legs against his hips, your pussy tightened and throbbed, too, as he brought you closer to the edge in an instant.

With you squirming beneath him, Kurt purred out another pleased hum, sinking a fang into his bottom lip before turning to kiss your palm. Even the English language would sound like gibberish right now, but you definitely couldn’t understand the German praises being whispered into your skin. You still got the message, though, arching off the bed and wriggling at your makeshift restraint with a few whimperish moans. Your final breaking was the shiver down your spine brought on by the firm touch trailing down your arched spine, making you come hard around him. He moaned with you, struggling to keep going with the resistance met by your constricting walls, but he was determined to fuck you through it nonetheless. He kept his hand curled around yours.

With you taken care of, he sunk back into you, nipping at your shoulder as he gave a few more harsh thrusts to finish himself off. Burying himself and stiffening, he tightened his tail around you, wistfully keeping your legs trapped around him as he came with a low and throaty moan. There was no escaping the few weak rolls of his hips that edged you into overstimulation, but only seconds later he unraveled his tail from your legs, slowly and teasingly, before pulling out.

You were relieved when he unhooked your stiff limbs for you and rested them on the sheets, watching you curl up on your side to soothe yourself without him in your way now. Though his felt tail didn’t hurt, he still lovingly kissed a trail from your ankles to your knees. Even in your state, you still smiled, glancing down at him slyly. But you gave him a little privacy when it came to cleaning up his condom and mess, focusing on climbing under the sheets instead.

There was a dip in the mattress as he finally joined you. His tail wrapped around you before he did, looping around your thigh and curling over your waist. Kurt himself followed suit, stretching an arm over you and pampering your bare shoulders and neck with kisses before nestling against your back.

But the peace could only last for so long before his hand found its way between your legs again.

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dameronspector · 27 days ago

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Willow (chapter 2)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Reader

Chapter Summary: You are Bucky's assistant in his (flop) political career, Valentina is a bitch, you lie to Bucky, you meet 3 assassins and Bob, you almost die surrounded by 4 strangers.

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Death, Dead Body, Guns, Gunshots, Injuries, Fight scenes, Canon-typical violence, Vomiting, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Cursing, Found Family, Cap Fam content, Reader is mentioned to be short, NWH has taken place, Valentina being a manipulative leech, John Walker Hate- click off if you don't want to read that, light soulmate AU vibes, Reader has magical abilities of the goddess Hecate (eg: necromancy, pyrokinesis, hypnokinesis, dark magic, etc. you can find the rest on rioridanwiki!), that’s all i think!

AN: ooo it gets juicy from here onwards hehehe.

PS: this is a work of fiction. I don't own any of these characters and I have made some changes to fit the storyline better and because it's an AU. I have taken all the information from google and riordanwiki. Incase I have gotten anything wrong, please let me know!

2027

If someone would’ve told your 10 year old self that you’d become Bucky Barnes’ assistant at 27 years of age, you’d laugh at them.

But that’s exactly what happened.

Bucky deciding to enter politics was still wild to you. How and why he decided that, you’re not sure. But it seemed to give him purpose, so you and Sam encouraged him.

Sam was also the one who told you to join Bucky. Because of your degree in psychology, Sam decided that you’d be the perfect candidate to help Bucky out after convincing you for days. (Tony made you go to college during The Blip, keeping up the promise of making you attend school. And now you had to train a hundred and ten year old man on how to act in front of the media and his colleagues.)

There was also a new addition to your list of best friends-Joaquin Torres, whose hyperactive and youthful energy kept you on your toes as you finally had someone of your age around you. He reminded you of another person you knew, but you simply couldn’t remember him or his name. It was a strange feeling—the memories were there, and they were so vibrant, but his face was blurry.

You quickly grew attached to Joaquin and Isaiah, the two of them becoming a vital part of your small family and you were devastated when Isaiah was arrested and Joaquin met with that accident on Sentinel Island.

Bucky and you visited them right away, with Bucky reuniting with Sam after 2 whole years. Why 2 years you ask?

Bucky had gone off to do god knows what, while you kept working with Sam, helping him around the office and on field when Joaquin was busy with his army duties.

After making sure he was alright, Bucky reassured Sam about his decision, and with an emotional embrace between the two men plus you, the two of you left to DC to work on Bucky’s next public appearance, with you promising Sam that you'd visit Joaquin as soon as he was conscious.

Bucky was a PR disaster.

No matter how much you trained him, he was a 110 years old, had no filter on his mouth, and with that perpetual grumpy face, he was not helping his public persona at all.

“Would it kill you to smile properly?”, you murmured through gritted teeth, keeping a fake smile plastered to your face as you walked beside Congressman Bucky Barnes around the senate building, wearing a black power suit to match Bucky's, throwing polite smiles at the other candidates while Bucky scowled, any attempts at a smile making it look like he had been stabbed in his gut instead.

“There’s nothin’ to smile about. I don’t know any of these people”, he grumbled next to you, looking sharp in his suit and long hair slicked back.

You pursed your lips, trying your best to not laugh at him. He was adorably old fashioned and out of place.

“Yeah, alright, peepaw. But you need to show those chompers to get all the votes, okay? So smile, before I tickle you", you threatened him loosely and smiled at another camera, the reporters crowding around you and Bucky, shoving mics into his face. He gripped the documents in his hands tighter, feeling like the tie was slowly choking him.

"Congressman Barnes, any words on today's hearing?", the tall reporter approached Bucky, her mic in front of Bucky while the others crowded his personal space.

You could feel the agitation rolling off of him in waves, standing right behind him and fiddling with your ring that concealed your twin celestial bronze daggers.

"Well, I'm not on the impeachment committee, but uh--", he paused, looking around the other reporters before continuing, "the-uh--rumors of uh--wrongdoing, are um--very worrying. They are, uh-- very concerning...and um--worrying, and uh--we're gonna get to the bottom of this uh--", he cleared his throat, "worrying issue."

You were this close to face palming yourself in front of the press. Your eyes were blown wide in disbelief, body frozen as you took in his horrible attempt at a comment and the way the reporters' faces fell.

And you were so sure that his face was, once again, molded into that classic resting face. He said a thank you and moved ahead, the movement snapping you out of your daze and you rushed to follow him.

"What the hell was that?!", you seethed and poked his stomach, his body jerking away slightly at that.

"I--I don't know! What am I s'pposed to say?!", he whispered back in exasperation.

"Anything! Maybe don't say 'worrying' thrice in a continuous sentence!"

He pouted and grumbled, "This is my first time, you're so mean", you threw a glare in his direction before composing yourself as the two of you entered the jury room.

The situation in question was regarding CIA director, Valentina Allegra De Fontaine's impeachment, due to her connection to illegal black ops projects. If someone would've asked you for your honest opinion, you would simply say that you hated the woman.

She was on a power trip and straight up insane, as told to you by Bucky, who received news from Shuri about what Valentina tried to do in Wakanda and even got Everett Ross arrested, who was her Ex-Husband. Even now, as you sat in the last row with Bucky and observed the hearing silently, the arrogance dripping from her tongue and her uncaring attitude towards the trial told you everything about the kind of person she is. You swore you'd do anything to stay away from her.

But it's almost as if the universe listens to your wishes and decides to do the exact opposite.

As soon as the session was over, Bucky had been whisked off by Congressmen Gary, and that left you standing in the huge lobby, passing the time by watching the memes sent by Morgan (yes you had a phone now, that Princess Shuri so gracefully made for you on Bucky's request, altering the signals and frequency with Wakandan high-tech. Ever since that happened, you'd been dying to meet her.)

You were grinning at the screen when you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned, "How was-Oh", you cut off the greeting when you saw that it wasn't Bucky but the devil herself and your smile dimmed instantly.

"Hi. Barnes' assistant, right?", Valentina flashed you a mechanical smile, that made her look like a wax figure, and her assistant was standing next to her with a confused look on the face.

You looked at the two of them in suspicion before smiling formally, going back into professional mode, "Miss De Fontaine. Yes, I'm his assistant, although he's actually speaking to-"

"Oh, no, no! I didn't want to speak to him. I wanted to speak to you!", she spoke in an over excited tone and the hair on your neck stood up.

"M-me? Why?", you laughed nervously, exchanging a glance with her assistant who subtly shrugged.

"To give you an offer!"

Your mouth fell open. You needed to get out of here and find Bucky, now.

"Uh-I'm not interested, actually-"

"Age: 27 years old, Biological Father deceased, Lived in a camp for demi-gods or whatever till she was 15, Has greek god powers, which is--wow, surprising, Rescued by the Avengers, been an active Avenger till 2023, lived in a sad little apartment for a year, worked with Captain America for 3 years and now working for Congressman Barnes. Excellent resume, I must say!", she listed off while smiling sardonically.

The soles of your feet were frozen to the marble floors. If you had to see yourself from the outside, you were so sure that you'd see your skin turn gray because you felt your heart stop at Valentina's words.

How the fuck did she find out about all that? That information was confidentially stored by Tony and only two persons other than him knew the key to it: you and Bruce. There's no way she found out about this so easily.

Valentina noticed your reaction and laughed casually, like she hadn't just dropped a bomb on you.

"Oh yeah, I know everything about you. It wasn't that hard, actually, when you have enough resources to get into sensitive data and retrieve information. Anyways, I have a vault in Utah. There's some...confidential stuff and assets, from a previous project inside the vault. Someone is trying to steal my stuff. You, will go there, and stop her", she finished, her eyes staring into yours intensely, as if she was hypnotising you.

You grimaced, looking her up and down in disgust, "Why would I do that for you?"

Valentina smirked, "Because...if you don't, I will leak your bio data with just one click and let the government do whatever they want with it. It could put you and your little camp at risk", she threatened with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

You let out an involuntary laugh, the disbelief and shock making you delirious, "You are actively threatening me. You know I could testify against you right?"

Valentina's face turned serious, your jab hitting her straight in the face, her left eye twitching with irritation.

"Foolish girl. I could still prove in court that you are a fraud and are lying to the state about a bigger threat", she seethed at you before relaxing again, "It'd be wise for you to just say yes to my deal. And don't try to tell James. Unless...you want to willingly shoulder the responsibility for whatever happens to him, too?"

You felt sick. If she stood here any longer, you were going to projectile vomit on her.

She was not only threatening to prove you as a fraud and enemy of the state, but also to hurt Bucky and blame you for it? This was so fucked up. You shouldn't have left Bucky's side. You could feel your magic boiling in your veins, itching to be released, your fingertips burning with the beginnings of a flame, eyes swirling with the purple hidden behind your natural irises. You had gotten much better at controlling your powers but it always went sideways whenever someone provoked you.

Valentina noticed your clenched fists and the slight flickering of the lights. She scoffed and patted your shoulder patronisingly. Your jaw ticked.

"Oh, Relax, there's no need for unnecessary drama. Mel, send her the coordinates to the vault. And make sure her phone is tracked. Let me know if she doesn't reach the vault by the next 2 hours, hm?", she instructed Mel and left, without sparing you a glance.

Mel looked at your heaving body and teary eyes with concern, "I'd listen to what she says. She's...", Mel gulped, "She can and will ruin your life. I've sent you the coordinates. Good luck", Mel whispered, before speed walking after Valentina.

You weren't sure how long you stood there, staring into nothingness with your hands shaking and feet sweating. It seemed like your body had shut down, your brain numb to any thoughts or information, ears producing that tinny sound, making everything sound like a distant hum.

"Hey, doll? You okay?", Bucky's quiet voice filled your ears and he stood in front of you, hands gently holding your arms and ice blue eyes staring at you in concern. That's when you snapped out of your stupor, glassy eyes staring into Bucky's blankly.

"What's wrong?", he asked in alarm, blocking your view from the crowd filling in the lobby now.

You swallowed thickly, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible before Valentina does something stupid.

"I-uh-I don't feel well. Can I go home?", you managed to spit out, your fingers playing with your ring again.

Bucky furrowed his brows. You usually hung around till he was ready to leave, not wanting to leave him alone with a bunch of strangers but it has been a long night and a day, you had come to the hearing immediately after visiting Joaquin in the hospital, so he understood that you must've been exhausted.

"Yeah, of course. You want me to drop you off?"

"No!", you blurted out, cursing inwardly for giving a knee-jerk reaction, "Uh- no, there's no need. I'll be fine. I have to uh-work on some papers and read the packets as well. So...I'll go on my own", you tried to give him a hesitant smile, your lips quivering lightly.

His intense stare cut through you as he tried to understand if something was off with you. Usually, you would've stayed at his apartment, to avoid the extra commute and he asked you to do so, so that he can keep you company. But he also knew that you needed your own space at times.

So he simply nodded and murmured a small, 'Okay', patting your shoulder with a smile.

You tried to return it as best as you could, rushing out of the venue right after. Bucky watched you go suspiciously, having taken notice of the tearful eyes, the shaky and fidgety hands and the clipped tone.

You hailed a cab and reached your apartment, gathering whatever gear you had, along with the specially designed suit that Tony had gifted you.

It was purple and black in colour, made out of comfortable Kevlar that would protect you from any severe injuries, even if your powers were enough to protect you. It was a lovely suit, Tony had even asked for your own input in the design. Your favourite part about it was the tapering fabric on the back, that ended below your knees and fluttered prettily every time you moved.

You changed into the suit and stuffed your enchanted rope in the carry on bag, along with your book of spells that you had turned invisible with the help of the mist, and actual knives that would hurt mortals. While packing, Valentina's words kept echoing in your ears like a mantra. How did she get her hands on this information? And why did she choose you instead of Bucky? You almost picked up your phone to call Happy and question him about the same when you paused.

You hadn't talked to Happy properly since--

May's funeral. Your heart fell into a pit of despair. You lost May two years ago, all because some pathetic villain from another dimension had gone loose. Happy wasn't the same since then, neither were you, and neither was...Neither was who?

You kept blanking on the same thing whenever you thought of May. There was someone else. Someone who you cared about. Someone who was important. But...how can you miss a person whose face never existed in your memories?

You decided to stuff your phone deep inside the bag and leave, the persistent ache pressing against your chest harshly.

You just prayed Bucky would not come after you so you left him a note, stating that you were visiting a friend from camp on emergency basis, enough to keep him distracted for a while.

You almost considered shadow travelling to reach the destination as quickly as possible, but then remembered the time you had gone to Bulgaria on a mission with Sam and tried to get home by shadow travelling. It was so exhausting, that you passed out for a week straight, putting Sam and Joaquin into distress. You couldn't afford passing out now.

That's why you opted to simply inform Valentina that you were ready and she sent you the location to an abandoned helipad, an OXE issued helicopter already parked there to drop you in Utah and she infirmed that your biometrics had already been entered in the system to give you access.

After hiking up a mountain, you finally spotted the big and wide building, the area around it completely desolate. That alone, was sending off warning bells inside your brain. Valentina had sent you a photo of your target, a blonde, short woman who was dressed in a muted olive green suit, with a sharp look in her eyes.

You already hated working for Valentina, because there no proper debrief or plan that you had to follow, your disciplined half-blood and Avenger body protesting against her style of working as you grew more and more agitated.

"You'll know who she is once you get there", is what she had texted you when you asked for more details. What a loser.

"Perfect place for some shady shit", you muttered under your breath, the minimalistic but grandiose look of the vault was pretty in character for her.

Huffing and dusting away the dirt on your hands, you moved cautiously inside the building, it's automatic doors parting for you and opening up to a dimly lit lobby, the interior a mix of rocky surfaces, sleek floors, textured walls and 4 spherical elevators. You looked around the space, confirming that nobody was lurking before conjuring a protective bubble around you and entering one of the lifts, the revolving doors shutting close.

It took you approximately 20 seconds to reach the actual vault, the doors opening to a rectangular opening right in front of you. The entrance had heavy paneling around it, a white light illuminating around the edges and there was a large room inside, scattered with boxes, machines, papers and what looked like to be coffins. You felt your powers pulse at that.

As you exited the elevator, you heard grunts and metallic clinks, causing you to put your guard up as you heard more than one person's movements. You conjured a mist and concealed yourself, choosing to observe before attacking them.

As soon as you entered the room, 3 people were engaged in combat-- the blonde haired woman--your target, a masked person with armour and shield and a man who was dressed like--Steve? As you stepped closer you realised that it was John Walker, Walmart Captain America, Resident Asshole and #1 enemy of your family.

All of sudden a person appeared out of thin air, their body appearing in a particular--staticky way, like they were a damaged TV screen that phased in and out of view. The blonde woman was standing defensively behind a box, with John combating the armoured person.

John kicked the armoured person who landed on their back harshly before turning his attention to the blonde. He noticed her eyes flick over his shoulder and he turned around, the person coming into view in a cool suit and helmet.

"There you are", her Russian accent clear as day, as she addressed the phasing woman.

"Now what?", John complained, as usual, might you add.

"Oh, get over yourself", it was a woman then, and you already liked her for putting John in his place.

John took a defensive stance and the woman charged, phasing through him and appearing in front of the armoured person, punching them even further away in the room.

The blonde woman whipped around and used her tasers on the phasing woman, which passed through her body and latched onto John instead, who keeled over in pain. Her tasers looked quite similar to Natasha's widow bites, you noticed.

The phasing woman knocked over the armoured person before your target jumped on her back, the woman once again disappeared and let your target drop on the metallic floor before kicking her in the ribs, causing her to moan in pain.

"Stay out of my way!", the woman ordered your target and walked away.

You took that as an opportunity to pin down your target, dissolving the mist around you and casting a confinement spell, purple tendrils of magic looping around the woman and squeezing her.

"Wh-whaaat the hell is happening?!", she cried out, looking at her torso in concern.

"It's alright, don't fight against them or else they'll tighten", you calmly explained to her, glowing purple eyes focused on her intently, bright tendrils of magic bursting from your moving fingertips.

"Who the hell are you?!", she yelled in irritation, her blond hair messily falling onto her forehead and the other three stopped fighting, looking at you in confusion.

John's eyes widened in recognition and he let out a disbelieving chuckle, "No fucking way. (Name)? Sam Wilson's sidekick, (Name)? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question, John", you quipped.

Taking that as an opportunity, the armoured person drew an ignited arrow and shot it in John's direction, John's shoes scraping against the floor as the force of the arrow threw him back.

John retaliated by pulling out his gun and firing at the person, their shield coming up to protect themselves when suddenly someone jumped on your back, breaking your concentration effectively. Your hands came around your neck, pulling the person's hands away and heard a thud as your target fell to the ground.

The phasing woman turned you around, squeezing your throat and kicking you away before muttering, "You're new. Sit this one out", and walking over to the blonde, tackling her down and running over to John.

You gasped and let out a cough, your hand around your throat, when you saw your target flip over a table, dragging it down with her as a cover and John throw his shield in her direction, which bounced back from one of the coffin-like apparatus behind your target.

You groaned and steadied yourself on an arm, holding out your free arm in your target's direction and letting your magic lift the table away, revealing her crouched form behind it. You threw the table away in John's direction, throwing him in the opposite direction before fast-walking towards the blonde. You conjured a knife and hurled it in her direction, to which she replied with a duck and roll behind a container box.

John started shooting at you then, you clenched your jaw and lifted a hand, eyes glowing purple-blue from annoyance, right arm extended in front of you with your palm spread and stopped his bullets mid-air. He gaped at that in shock, before you sneered and flicked your hand, deflecting the bullets towards him. John brought up his shield to stop them, the bullets ricocheting off his shield and piercing into the many containers.

He recovered quickly and both of you ran towards the blonde, her shooting the widow bites in both of your directions and you fell to the floor, convulsing from the electric shock.

Everything was a blur for few minutes and then—a gunshot. A body fell behind you. The blonde released you from the bite and you turned around breathlessly, holding yourself up on shaking arms to see that the armoured person had fallen to the ground, a gunshot right in the middle of their skull shaped mask.

The phasing woman retracted her helmet, her brunette hair coming into view when the four of you heard gagging and sounds of bile hitting the floor from across the room.

All of you whipped your heads around to stare at the sound before standing in alarm—the blonde pointing her gun at the phasing woman, her pointing it at John and John pointing his at you. You stood with your arms extended, fiery swirls emanating from your fingertips, body charged with adrenaline as the dark and moody environment helped your magic strengthen.

All of sudden, the three of them slowly turned their heads towards you, three guns pointed in your direction.

Your hands raised up further in defense, "Wait. She hired me like...a few hours ago. I don't work for her. I'm just here to take you out", you admitted while pointing at the blonde, the flames moving with your hand.

Suddenly, a voice spoke up from behind a huge container.

"Oh...Is she actually..?"

All of you turned to the voice, their weapons and your magic up in defense towards a…

Tall man in hospital scrubs?

He tried to run away from your group, running towards the opening of the room when the heavy metal doors shut close, making a loud bang and causing him to stop abruptly before he turned around in loss.

He had shaggy brown hair that curled at the ends, arms up in the air and even though he was quiet tall, the scrubs were oversized on him, making the sleeves cover his hands and pants pool around his feet a little.

There was something weirdly charming about him, his voice was solid and very deep but his features were soft, a dopey smile and dazed expression on his face that made you think he was either high or had just woken up from a nap.

“the…”, he continued while pointing at the armoured person lying motionless on the floor.

You felt an odd tug in your chest, something about him was drawing you in, a faint flutter in your stomach and a bell going off in your head that he was not as ordinary as he seems.

“Oh. Oh, no”, your target replied, sparing a glance at the dead body in the room.

“Hello, Hi…I-I’m Bob”, Bob nervously introduced himself, a hand raised in greeting. You noticed the way he kept jittering and shuffling, as if his body couldn’t stay still for more than 5 seconds.

The phasing lady squinted her eyes at him, “Who are you?”, getting closer to him with her gun still raised.

Bob furrowed his eyebrows, “I-I’m Bob. I-I told you, I’m..yeah. I’m Bob”, he replied in a shaky voice, his arms raised above his head in surrender.

You tilted your head, trying to figure him out.

“Jesus Christ, Stop saying ‘Bob’”, John complained and you rolled your eyes.

“Who sent you, Bob?”, Yelena questioned him.

Bob’s face shifted in confusion, “Nobody. Why would they send me?”, he pointed at the four of you then, “were all of you sent?”

His eyes sweeped over the group before landing on you, body momentarily freezing in place, eyes widening just a fraction. You felt your body light up with goosebumps, your concentration wavering and the flames around your hands disappeared completely.

“Whoa. Are you doing that? That came out of your body?”, Bob said in awe, his eyes wide with wonder.

You felt your mouth twitch slightly, his enthusiasm was magnetic and you shrugged casually.

“That’s so cool. Wh-”

“Hold on. Who are you?”, your target cut off Bob and turned her attention towards you. Bob closed his mouth and observed you closely.

You coughed lightly before introducing yourself, “I’m (Name). I wo—I used to work with the Avengers.”

Walker snorted in humourlessly, as if your introduction personally offended him. You looked at him furiously, an eyebrow quirked in irritation.

“You got any problem with that?”, you seethed.

“Oh, nothing, except the fact that you are one of their strongest members, you have a mysterious past that nobody has found out yet, you worked with Stark, Wilson, and now you work with Bucky. Isnlt that right, Miss all rounder?”, he sassed.

Bob let out a breathy ‘Wow’ while your hands shook with agitation, a violent purple glow slowly taking over them before your target cocked her gun and pointed it at you and Walker, the phasing lady watching the three of you in boredom.

“That’s enough! Why are you here, (Name)?”

You clenched your hands into fists and looked at her, “Valentina sent me kill you. Said you were stealing OXE’s assets. I don’t even know who you are. Are you a widow?”

Yelena’s face shifted in shock, her gun slightly lowered, “I’m Yelena, why do you ask?”

Shrugging, you crossed your arms around your chest and pointed at her wrists, “Those are widow’s bites. I was trained by Natasha Romanoff.”

Yelena’s eyes widened, her eyes coated with a light sheen of tears. The phasing lady rolled her eyes again.

The phasing lady exhaled, “I'm not sure what's going on here, but you're all exhausting and my job is done”, she moved away from the group and you furrowed your brows. Yelena quickly recovered from her moment to reply.

“Oh, I bet. You see my job, is watching you. So, no, you're not going anywhere else”, Yelena rebutted, her gun pointed at the other woman’s direction.

Walker scoffed again, “So you're watching her, huh? That's a halfway decent cover for someone stealing OXE’s assets.”

You paused before jumping in, “He’s kinda right about that.”

Yelena gave you a brief glare, “I'm not stealing. She's stealing.”

All of you stared at her silently and the blonde closed her eyes in resignation before lifting her arms up in surrender, “Okay. It’s clear that we have all worked for Valentina in some kind of shadow ops role.”

“So what?”

Yelena moved her hand with the gun in a circular motion, “So all of this is OXE’s mysteries. But so are we.”

“Which makes us the unknown liabilities in this…”

“Speak for yourself”, Walker defended.

“We're the evidence and this is the shredder. She wants us gone”, Yelena snapped, her hand making a ‘cutting the neck’ motion.

When she said the word ‘shredder’, you truly looked around the warehouse. There were four large openings above you, covered in heavy metal, dark and hollow inside, making it look unsettling. You should’ve noticed that the moment you came in.

“Your theory is flawed”, Walker brushed her off.

“Oh please. Go on.”

Walker cleared his throat before beginning his speech, “Fine. Well, let's look at the facts. The infamous Ghost, Ava Starr, A SHIELD reject on the run across 15 nations”, he pointed at the phasing lady— whose name was Ava, as you just found out, “Dead girl over there, she destroyed half of Budapest—”

“Don’t talk about that”, Yelena frowned.

“—You, A former Red Room assassin. Only God knows the blood on your hands”, Yelena rolled her eyes.

Then Walker turned to you, a stupid smile plastered to his face, his equally stupid helmet making him look like a raccoon. You raised your eyebrows in challenge.

“And you. Well, you’re quite special, yet we know nothing about you. If Valentina selected you to take out someone like Yelena, then she must have some interesting dirt on you, for sure.”

You pursed your lips in subtle annoyance and nervousness, Valentina’s threat ringing in your ears.

“Pretty rich coming from a dime-store Captain America”, Ava scoffed and you let out a breathy chuckle.

“I want you to know I was actually the official Captain America, so—”

“Yeah, for like two seconds”

“Before you publicly murdered an innocent man in the streets”, Ava added.

"Really? Define innocent.”

You whipped your head to look at Walker, a surprised look on your face.

“Are you sure you to be publicly embarrassed like that, Walker?”, you challenged him.

Walker pursed his lips, his face flashing with something akin to regret before he puffed his chest out again, “Hey, look. I'm a decorated war veteran, okay? I have a loving wife and a son. Let's be honest. You guys are just cheap mercenaries, alright? So clearly I wasn't supposed to bring you in.”

You, Yelena and Ava let out disbelieving snorts. Walker stared in a dumbfounded manner.

“That was funny. Thanks. We needed that”, Yelena taunted him in between chuckles. John rolled his eyes.

“It's getting pretty tense in here….”, Bob’s voice rung out and all four of you turned to look at him.

Your eyes lingered on him and his smile, the way his fidgeting and nervousness bled into his chuckle, before he suddenly stopped, his energy dimming by looking at Walker’s glare.

“…For a second”, he cleared his throat and ducked his head down, hiding behind the container again.

You glared at Walker, hating the way he seemed to take out the good energy in the room just by being his insufferable self.

“I'm not leaving here without completing my mission. Valentina gave me a clean slate guarantee and I'm not going to blow it. But this weirdo wasn't part of the job, so I need to know. How did you get in?”, he asked Bob in irritation.

Bob shuffled, “I don’t remember.”

You narrowed your eyes. He was lying. You could feel it.

“Are you sure about that?”, you asked him carefully, his wide eyes looking at you now, mouth agape and hands wringing each other.

“I-I-”

“Excellent answer. Alright, tie him up”, Walker interrupted him.

“Can you shut the fuck up for a minute?”, you gritted your teeth.

“Wow”, Yelena flatly replied.

“No, and goodbye”, Ava announced and moved around the dead body to take out all the weapons.

“Hey. Job or not, could you have some respect, please?”, Yelena chided.

“Yeah, Jesus. Get outta here”, Walker mock agreed with Yelena before moving around Ava to remove the knives from the body.

You and Yelena stared at him in disgust.

“What? She’d want me to have it”, he defended himself and you rolled your eyes.

“Who is that?”, you asked Yelena curiously.

Yelena’s face dimmed, “We…worked in the Red Room together. She was the commander, General Dreykov’s daughter, Antonia Dreykov.”

You stared at Antonia’s body before your face shifted in recognition.

“Dreykov….Oh shit. Natasha told me about this. She went through a lot”, you mumbled solemnly and once again Yelena stared at you in that emotional way, her eyes shining with a pain that you couldn’t pin point yet.

You looked at her closely, trying to decipher what was going on in her head but she was already focusing on something else. Likely avoiding any type of confrontation.

Suddenly there was a low hum and a gradual increase in the room’s temperature, bouts of hot air hitting the top of your head, like someone was breathing down your neck. You looked around in alarm, hands tingling with adrenaline.

“What was that?”, you questioned, unsure if you were imagining it.

“Doesn't sound like a shredder.”

“It's an incinerator”, Ava informed, confirmed your fear. Yelena turned around and then you noticed it, the timer on the wall. It was counting the minutes and seconds till your imminent death.

“Two minutes. Then Valentina's slate is clean”, Yelena replied.

“You don't know that for sure. It could be for anything. It could be for when they come to pick me up”, Walker was being as delusional as ever.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Good god.”

“You feel that? Temperature's rising dramatically like heat is involved?”, Ava seethed and that got him to look around, the smug smile wiped off his face.

“Well, it is an incinerator.”

“Oh, boy. That is not a way to go”, Bob spoke from behind you.

You jumped a bit and turned to face him, curls framing his eyes and eyes blown wide. Since he was so close, you could finally see that his eyes were blue in colour. Not the kind of pale blue like Bucky, a deep blue, a colour that was close to that of a clean ocean body surrounded by healthy reefs. A colour like the brightest sapphire. It suited him well.

Suddenly his eyes shifted, looking down at you in interest. He was quite taller now that he was right next to you, so you had to crane your neck to look at him properly.

His eyes sparkled and you felt a tug in your chest, something that was pulling you close to him, something that made you feel like there was a connection between the two of you. Your heart was beating faster for some reason.

Bob wasn’t doing any better.

He wasn’t sure why, but right from the moment your eyes met across the room, he felt like you had hypnotised him. He couldn’t help but feel his hands twitch from the effort to not put them on your face. Almost like there was this invisible string that was tying you both together. He swore he saw your eyes sparkle in the low light of the shitty warehouse. And he was captivated by the purple glow that would take over you, the way your natural eye colour would blend into it and fade away depending on your emotions.

He felt his heart thunder against his ribs and he cursed inwardly, because Bob could feel that he was falling for you. Already.

“How would you like to die, Bob?”

Fuck John Walker and his nasty little attitude.

Bob and you jumped apart and you whipped your head around to throw another glare at Walker, Bob sulking once again after his comment.

If looks could kill, Bob was so sure Walker would be so dead right now. But also, your annoyed face was kinda hot, he thought. Bob felt his cheeks warm up at that and he bit his tongue to calm himself down.

“Alright, Ghost lady”, Yelena called out.

“Ava.”

“Sure, whatever. I don't care. We need to help you phase through these walls so you can open the door.”

“She already tried”, Walker said.

“I know she did, but we haven't tried shutting down the sound barrier. They built it just for her. It has to be an independent power source”, Yelena instructed and started looking around for any panel that had the controls to the sound barrier.

Bob looked around aimlessly and you grabbed his forearm, suddenly feeling brave enough to touch him, “Come on, let's go”, you told him while pulling him away in the opposite direction with you.

Bob stared at you in shock but he let you manhandle him, even though he was several pounds heavier, taller and stronger than you, “What exactly are we looking for?”

"For-" "We're looking for, not stupid questions, Bob", Walker interrupted you once again.

"I will make sure you don't leave this place alive, John", you threatened him and dragged Bob along, taking his help to move the boxes and touching the walls to look for any clues.

"I think I found it. Come here", Yelena called out and you made your way over to her, gathering around a protruding panel that was barely visible against the red light.

"Alright, I can override this", you offered and braced yourself to use your magic against it when suddenly--

"On your left!", Walker warned you barely in time, you felt hands pull you out of the way before Walker rammed into the panel with his shield, breaking the panel open.

You stared at him with your mouth open, "Not a single, original, bone in your body, huh?", you spit at him before the hands on your elbows gently pulled you away.

It was then, that you turned around to see who it was.

Bob. His warm yet huge hands engulfed your elbow completely. Your stomach fluttered.

He looked at you with his gentle eyes before slowly releasing your arm, "I-I'm sorry."

You just stared at him and he averted his eyes shyly.

"Well, that works."

"I hope."

A muffled sound rang in the room, signaling that the sound barrier was broken.

"Go, go, go go go", Yelena instructed Ava, who activated her helmet and successfully phased through the door.

The timer was ticking.

15 seconds till you're all burned alive.

"You think she's coming back?", Bob's scratchy voice asked in worry.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

10 seconds.

"Should have seen this coming. I'm sorry", Yelena muttered lowly.

You felt your stomach lurch at the fact that Ava had really left you all behind to die.

"She left us", you whispered, your throat closing up with the anxiety clouded in your lungs. You didn't even get to say goodbye to Bucky or Sam. They don't even know where you are.

5 seconds.

The room got hotter. You felt beads of sweat roll down your temple and neck, your breathing laboured. Hot puffs of air were hitting you constantly, your eyes burning with the heat and the unshed tears pooling in them. Your body shook with the need to release the pent up frustration but the panic clawing up your throat, and the darkest parts of your mind whispering that you deserved this, made you stand helplessly.

3 seconds.

You said a silent goodbye to your small family--to Bucky, Sam, Joaquin and Isaiah. To Pepper, Rhodey, Happy and Morgan, and closed your eyes in resignation, your luck had finally run out.

At least you'd reunite with your dad, Tony, Nat and Steve--the thought comforting you in a bitter-sweet manner.

The doors suddenly opened.

Your eyes snapped open before someone grabbed your hand and pulled along, running towards the door.

The moment you stepped outside the threshold, there was a loud blast, the entire room lighting up in red, hot, tendrils of fire and throwing you all against the stone walls. Some of the hot smoke and puffs of fire licked your skin, your head smacking against the rough stone, causing you to pass out promptly.

Your hand was still clasped tightly by someone.

Chapter 3

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soelstress · 2 months ago

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The Strength Of His Touch

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Summary: Steve hesitates to touch you after seeing bruises he unknowingly caused.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , slight alcohol consumption , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , Sam being a good friend , Steve being a stubborn sweetheart , slight bruising from gripping a little too hard (he’s a Super Solider, he can’t help it)

Word count: 3.3k

A/N - Hello Lovelies! I seem to be on a Captain craze at the moment. Found myself wondering if either of the boys would worry about their strength… and this is what happens, especially since they can both be so stubborn.

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Sunlight danced beyond your eyelids as it both warmed you and teased you with the thought of waking properly. A cool breeze tickled your skin while also refreshing some very familiar scents. The masculine scene of cologne, clean sweat and the faint musk of sex. Blood rushed to your face at the latter. The intoxicating mixture was something that you could barely believe you’d help to make. At your sleepy hum of contentment the arms that were wrapped around you began to drift along your body and traced patterns on your sun warmed skin. Hearing the gentle lub dub of a heart you nuzzled into a solidly heated chest which produced a smooth rumble.

You cracked one eye open to see a familiar pair of blue eyes blinking at you sleepily. His face still held the traces of slumber while sporting a mussed bed head hairstyle. “Good morning, beautiful.” The husky tone sent delicious shivers rolling through your body which replied before you could with a very distinct yowl. There was silence for a moment before his stomach then chipped in which caused him to start chuckling quietly. “Guess that’s the cue for some breakfast huh?” His attempt to move was hindered by you wrapping tightly around him.

“No.” The soft pleading whines only made him chuckle louder. “Wanna cuddle.”

“We can cuddle after breakfast.”

With a grumpy huff you quickly rolled away from him and tugged the sheet over your head. “Don’t wanna.” Your sleepiness was fading much to your annoyance. Was it so wrong to want to stay in that wonderful place between sleep and waking?

The bed dipped as he shifted onto his side towards you. “As much as Tony or Sam might argue, I don’t think Dum-E or Redwing are able to bring us breakfast so for now the task falls to us.” When the sheet was tugged away you squeaked in annoyance. “Now, let's-” A choked gasp ended his sentence.

The lingering haze of slumber quickly dissipated when you heard the sound. Confused, you rolled over to face him and opened your eyes. Gone was the languorous ease and sleepy expression. Now his eyes burned with something you didn’t recognise and his jaw was taut while his brows dipped with little ridges between. His silent behaviour sent you bouncing between worry and fear.

“What’s wrong baby?” Somehow the whisper forced itself past the lump that had formed in your throat.

“Can’t you tell?” The words were steeped in disbelief.

It took everything in you not to flinch at Steve’s tone. One that your boyfriend had never aimed at you and that had not been directed at you by anyone else for some time. Before you could spiral into worry you forced yourself to think over the events of the previous night when you had sex for the first time as a couple. Over and over you replayed every moment but could think of nothing obvious that might cause this kind of reaction. Anxiety bloomed through your body as you worried your lip.

His thumb smoothed over the agitated flesh and directed your attention to his eyes which you now recognised were angry and scared. “Talk to me sweetheart.”

“I can’t-”

“I just want to help. I swear I’m not mad.” When you blinked at him but didn’t say anything he moaned in worry. “Please, tell me where it hurts.”

Now you were beyond confused. Under his panicked gaze you stretched carefully and rotated your neck and shoulders before each tensing muscle area. A delicious ache in your core had you squirming slightly but other than that you felt fine. Heck better than fine. Your last full recollection of last night was melting into a boneless heap under Steve as he held you close. To go from that boneless heap to a sleepy daze and then receive this odd behaviour from the man who caused it all… your head hurt from the confusion which irritated you.

“What are you talking about? I’m fi-”

“Fine? How can you be fine?! Look at yourself!” He gestured towards the tops of your shoulders which you hadn’t actually looked at while stretching.

Oh.

Faint purple marks were dusted along the flesh and trailed down your arms slightly. Your head tilted in confusion as you prodded at one. It barely throbbed. Honestly you’d had worse bruises that appeared and disappeared just as quickly without knowing what caused them.

As your boyfriend briefly lined up his fingers to each bruise in a decidedly exaggerated manner to demonstrate that his grip had been the cause your mind once again raced through the prior night. When you were both about to reach your peaks you had requested he hold you and he had eagerly obliged by encasing you in his arms. At no point could you remember any discomfort or pain.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I am so, so sorry.” The whisper was anguished. Your boyfriend had moved to the edge of the bed. His elbows rested on his knees as he hid his face in his hands. Restlessness rippled through his taut body.

As you felt him pull away both emotionally and physically you struggled with how to resolve this. Now that he had shown you the reason for his panic it was a little bit easier to understand where his mind was. But could he not remember the bliss of how you’d woken up or the pleasure you’d shared last night? Your mind ground to a halt by a horrible realisation. Maybe it hadn’t been shared. There was every chance that it had not been as pleasurable for him but he had carried on anyway. If that was the case it would absolutely explain his thought processes.

Quietly, you climbed off the bed and sank to your knees in front of him but he did not shift or give any indication that he’d noticed your movements. “Baby?” It came out as a rasp so you cleared your throat. “Baby, please.” Still no response. Well you were still going to talk. “Look, I know that you’d never mean to hurt me. It was an accident. But it’s fine. I’m fine. I thought you might have guessed that from how we woke up… and how things ended last night.” You bit your lip. “Or not. I know how it was for me but-”

Blue eyes met yours so suddenly you almost reared back in shock. But what made you hold your position was the fact his lashes were slightly darker and his eyes glistened. “Please tell me you’re not seriously suggesting that I didn’t enjoy last night?” When you avoided his eyes and instead locked your fingers together nervously he sighed and took each of your hands in one of his. “Sweetheart, look at me.” After he gently stroked his thumb along the back of your hand you met his warm gaze. “Last night was amazing. You were amazing. But it doesn’t change this” he murmured as he gestured towards the marks. “How can you say you’re fine?”

“You know what? You’re right, I’m not fine.” He ducked his head in shame. “I’m pissed that you’re killing the glow. Why can’t you believe me when I say I tell you how I’m feeling? You ask me to believe you that I’m not delicate in battle situations, how is this any different? It feels like you’re asking me to believe you but you don’t believe me.”

“It’s different when I’m the one who’s hurting you!” Steve’s fingers tugged through his hair in frustration. “I can’t- I won’t hurt you.” He stood and stalked out of the room leaving you feeling annoyed and hurt.

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For the next few days, things changed drastically. Affection was limited. Before Steve constantly but absentmindedly touched you in some way almost instinctively. But now he froze when he reached out before adjusting his grip or hand placement.

“Still no change huh?” Sam eyed you over the cocktail pitcher that you were sipping from. He’d invited you out for a few drinks to catch up from the events you’d told him about.

You sighed and stabbed at the ice in the drink with your straw. “Nothing. Believe me it’s not for lack of trying. But I’ve noticed if he thinks I’ll spend the night at his he tries to tire me out by sparring or something so I just fall asleep.” You looked up at him feeling your lip wobble slightly as tears threatened your eye line. “Sam… I’ve even tried wearing things to bed. Sleep shifts, lace and silk and all of that. And he does nothing but smile and just cuddle.” You sighed heavily. “Maybe he’s just trying to find a way to break this off.”

Sam’s hand clasped yours and his brown eyes were lit with concern. “Don’t believe that for a second. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’d do anything for you. But he worries and gets in his own head. Man’s more stubborn than a mule.”

Rolling your eyes, you nodded in agreement. “I’ve gotten worse bruises.” At that, Akons ‘Smack That’ started playing over the speakers. You and Sam locked gazes before cackling with laughter. “Case in point.”

“Yeah yeah. Just remember we agreed to never speak of that.” Sam glared at you with mock anger. “I don’t need your Super Soldier boyfriend chasing me down because you made me spank you every time Akon said ‘smack that’.”

Giggling, you shoved him playfully. “I was drunk! Besides you said that no one could ‘smack that’ like you!”

“I was also drunk!” Both of you then eyed the remaining drinks and decided not to order anymore. “How did you explain that you couldn’t sit the next day anyway?”

“Said I fell.”

Sam nodded. “Just make sure you stick to that. Let’s finish this pitcher and call it a night.”

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Slightly buzzed and happy, you entered your apartment to find Steve laying on the couch watching a new movie from his list. He looked up at your entry and paused the movie. “Hi honey.”

“Hi Stevie.” You hesitated before walking over to him. He sat up as you approached and smiled as you stroked his golden locks. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and took a moment to press his head to your tummy before pulling back.

“Did you have a nice time with Sam?”

You made a noise of agreement before placing a soft kiss to his forehead and stepped out of his embrace. “I’m gonna get ready for bed.” When you turned you missed the soft frown on Steve’s face. After wiping off your makeup and a quick shower you decided against the suggestive sleepwear. There were really only so many times you could offer with each little rejection having chipped away at you. Plus you didn’t want to douse the warmth of the buzz that Sam helped create. Instead you slipped on one of Steve’s t-shirts and crawled into bed.

Steve walked in shortly after having finished his movie. His heart melted at the sight of you cuddled up to his pillow. Quickly he stripped down to his boxers and joined you, pride swelling when he saw you were wearing his shirt. He was a little surprised, a little relieved and a little disappointed that you weren’t in one of those cute but tempting sleep sets. Though there was something about you wearing his clothes that tugged at his heartstrings. As he gently curved around your body you grumbled quietly before relaxing into his hold.

“Let me help you”

“Feels so good”

“Give it to me baby”

The sudden darkness and change in situation was jarring when you opened your eyes. Mere moments ago you had been hurtling towards the highest high under his burning gaze.

An incoherent mumble came from behind you.

Just a dream. You had imagined it. At the realisation you sniffled in disappointment.

“S’wrong baby?” When you didn’t answer Steve rolled over and reached to turn on his lamp before turning back to you where you were hiding your face in a pillow. “What is it?”

Your heart trembled at the concern in his voice. “Just a dream Steve. It’s fine.”

Steve huffed while arching a brow. “A dream that’s left you upset? Honey, that's not fine.” His warm hand brushed along your cheek as he encouraged you to roll onto your back. “Let me help you.”

His touch mixed with the words from your dream only brought back the ache that was plaguing your core with a vengeance. Leaning up you caught his mouth in a desperate kiss and your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. Steve’s brain froze for a second but you felt his resistance and tried to hold on even as he gently extracted himself despite your efforts. “Baby… no.”

Everything inside you screamed to move, to run away from the burning pain that came from his denial. It had been bad enough that the outfits hadn’t interested him but this was total rejection. You tried to squirm away from him but he pulled you against him, cradling your face as his blue eyes shone with pleas.

“I don’t want to hurt you baby.”

You already are. Steve’s sharp inhale and flinch of pain made you realise the words must have been said aloud. But you weren’t going to apologise. “You don’t touch me anymore Steve and if you do you’re adjusting your grip or where you put your hands. Is this all there is? You being scared to touch me and me wanting more?” A dam within you broke and tears began to spill.

Steve’s handsome face was torn with anguish as he watched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he shook his head slowly.

“Steve.”

It might have been the tears that steadily trailed down your face or that he had never heard you say his name with such pain and need. But whatever it was had his resolve crumbling. His thumbs tenderly traced the tracks and swiped under your eyes before ghosting his lips against yours. At first you could not respond properly in fear that he would suddenly change his mind and you could not bear the pain of further rejection. Soft sounds of apology poured from Steve’s mouth as he lightly pressed kisses along your jaw and down your neck before returning to your mouth. One hand left your face and trailed down your side to your thigh before he hitched your leg over his hip. When your mouth parted in surprise he took advantage and with careful tenderness teased you with his tongue. He sighed happily when your tongue tentatively met his as you shifted slightly towards him. So caught up with Steve’s kisses and touches you suddenly weren’t sure how or where to touch him but before you could decide Steve lifted his hand that had been stroking your thigh and guided one of your hands to his hip before returning his back to your thigh. For a few moments you just let your hand drift up and down his side before cautiously squeezing the flesh and froze when a groan passed from his mouth to yours. Steve rolled so you straddled him. You broke the kiss in a bid for oxygen but Steve sat up and renewed his attention to your jaw and neck with kisses and soft sucks. As he reached that one spot below your ear you wriggled against him and felt his cock twitching through his boxers which were slowly dampening with your combined arousal. Reaching between your bodies you eagerly palmed his hard flesh which caused Steve to thrust up with a harsh grunt.

Something inside you snapped. No more games. You needed Steve. NOW. As you tugged the shirt over your head Steve raised his hips to shift his underwear far enough down to kick them off before you gripped his cock firmly and positioned him at your entrance. Steve’s head tipped back with a loud groan but his ocean eyes never left your face as you easily sank onto him thanks to gravity and how slick you’d become. He had felt big that first night but this position stretched you as he bottomed out deep with a pleasant burn. As you rolled your hips your clit brushed against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock and you whined at that first spark that soon turned into more as your movements quickened.

“That’s it baby” he murmured against the skin of your chest as his hands captured your face so he could watch you fall apart from just riding him. With a final roll you shattered into a trembling mess against him. For a few moments Steve watched your eyes become clouded with peace before they focused back on him. Your hands found his chest and pushed him back onto the mattress with a soft thump. Bracing your arms on him you leaned forward slightly and began to rise off him before sliding back down. Steve groaned at the wet heat sucking him in and he couldn’t help reacting when your breasts were so close to his face. He eagerly brushed his thumb over one while lapping and suckling at the other. A whine escaped him when you clenched from his actions. His hips flexed in retaliation and the tip of his cock nudged your g-spot. Both of you moaned at the sensation and he began to move in tandem with you as his hands moved to hold the bedsheets. The coil from before built faster and higher as you moved but wouldn’t snap even as your thighs began to burn from exertion.

You glanced down to see Steve’s face and chest flushed with pleasure as the sheets twisted in his white knuckled grip. “Stevie… please. Touch me.” The final thread of his restraint snapped as his hands found your hips and guided you as his thrusts quickened. “Oh my- Don’t stop Steve!”

Steve grunted as your walls pulsed around his throbbing cock in his determination to reach your release first. “No way sweetheart, not till you cum for me.” He planted his feet on the mattress and bucked up forcefully as you moaned loudly. “C’mon baby, cum on this cock. Cum for me now.”

Your cry of pleasure burst past your lips as your core spasmed around Steve’s cock but he kept moving and prolonging the pleasure. As you started to descend from your high he brought you down against him and held you tightly with one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other continued to squeeze your hip. He thrusted twice more before letting out a soft groan. You hummed contentedly feeling your core heat with his cum though his cock barely softened.

Soft kisses were dotted all over your face as Steve held you within the cage of his embrace. His soft blue eyes burned with devotion for you. “I’m sorry honey. Those bruises scared the hell out of me. I forget how strong I am and I feel like I can’t forget with you.”

You caught his face between your hands. “Steve, you’d never hurt me out of spite or carelessness. I’d tell you if you were hurting me. But I’d like to see how rough you can get. I kinda like it.” You blushed lightly.

“So I’ve heard.” You glanced up at him to see a grin tugging at his lips. “Do you care to tell me why you couldn’t bear to sit down on the same day Sam couldn’t touch anything with his right hand?”

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valiantphantomangel · 8 months ago

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Snow!

A V's scareoween special.

"Y/N come on get up!" Peter shouts excited as he jumped onto your bed.

"What is it" you mumbled sleepy with a groan as he landed on your stomach.

"It snowed overnight! Must be like 3 meters in one night!"

Your eyes snap open as you quickly walk to your window overlooking the city, the entire skyline of New York was covered in snow and it was still snowing.

"Come on Pete we got to get outside"! You said with a wide grin as you quickly dressed in your winter clothes and rain downstairs with Spiderman hot on your tail.

"How are we even getting outside?" He asked.

"We got to jump from a window or something" You smiled before running into the living room where the team was.

"I heard that Y/N Stark! You are not jumping out of a window!", your adoptive dad Tony Stark yelled at you from the kitchen.

"As if you don't do it all the time!"

"Yeah well I'm an adult!"

"You don't act like it" you muttered softly.

"I heard that!"

You roll your eyes with a grin before stalking towards the kitchen to steal some of Steve's pancakes.

It was late afternoon when you stared out the window again, you wanted to jump out so badly and land in the heaps of snow down below. And you knew just how to do it.

"Steve! Tony said a bad language word again!" You yelled out and in came the soldier.

"Stark I told you to stop cursing so much in front of N/N!"

You grin as they fell into an argument and quickly put on your jacket, creek open a window and look down.

It was quite a long way down from the second floor but God did you wanna jump.

And you did, sailing through the air before landing in the snow below with a 'oof'. Peter jumping out behind you.

"Y/N! Peter!" Tony yelled as he looked over the window seal "Your grounded!"

You just grin up in response, but that grin fell really quick when you were suddenly tackled by Steve into the cold snow.

"How did you-?!" You asked bewildered as Steve wrestled you to the ground, you heard a oof behind you and could only guess that Bucky had tackled Peter.

"How did we get down here so fast? We jumped after you" he grinned down at you and lightly traced his ice cold fingers over your ribs.

"AH! Don't you dare Rogers" you warned.

"Oh if he won't then I will" You heard Tony's voice and a pair of ice cold hands on your knees and squeeze them.

A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it and Steve grinned down at you.

"You know? I think a good tickle session might make you rethink your choices" he mused before his hands dived under your sweater to attack your ribs.

"THIS IS NOT FAIRHAHHAHHHA" you squealed in laughter as Tony also attacked your knees and hips.

"Should have thought about that before you jumped out of a window" Tony said with a smirk and continued his attack.

Steve's ice cold fingers scribbled across your tummy which forced your sweet giggles to escape.

"Your laugh is so adorable" Steve said with a smile and blew a raspberry on your neck.

"HAHHAHHAHHHA" you screamed in laughter as your feet kicked out to Tony as well which clearly didn't bother him.

After a full 10 minutes of laying in the snow, being tickled to tears they finally let up. Although you could still hear Peter letting out bursts of laughter, seemed like Bucky found his death spot.

"Come on, let's get you inside young lady" Steve chuckles and scooped you up in his arms, Tony walked beside you and ruffling your hair.

Just as Steve carried you inside since you were colder then you thought you heard Tony call out to Bucky "Don't kill my other kid!".

You had a crazy family, but god's was it the best you could have wished for.

#v's scareoween #tickle fic #lee!reader #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #tickle punishment #steve rogers #tony stark #bucky barnes #ler!steve #ler!bucky #lee!peter #peter parker #ler!tony

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marvelfilth · 1 year ago

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Sweet dreams (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: dubcon, smut, fingering, somnophilia, praise, restraints, blindfold

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You shift on the bed, slowly stirring into consciousness, your mind still heavy with sleep. You curl deeper into the pillow, desperately chasing some remnants of sleep.

There was a party at the Avengers tower last night - one of Tony's best, some might say - and it left you pleasantly buzzed and bone tired. Natasha made you stay in her room, choosing to spend the night with her girlfriend, right across the hall. You couldn't say no even if you wanted to - making it all the way to the other side of the city to your own apartment sounded like the worst thing last night, and the promise of sleeping in Natasha’s bed, in her clothes made you giddy enough to stay. Even if she spent the night in the arms of another. Even if you have feelings for the said another.

God, you're such a mess, falling in love with two of the most unapproachable women.

You have no idea what time it is - your sleeping mask prevents you from seeing anything and you're glad for that. You would've been up already with the sun shining right in your face.

You sigh deeply, and float back into unconsciousness, dreaming of soft touches and gentle hands, of warm breath over your neck and wet kisses pressed to your shoulders. Your hips move, buckling back in search of friction, your heat leaking with arousal. You whine in your sleep, wishing for the touches to move lower, to sink into your warmth and make you come undone.

And then there's a bite. A gentle nib, teeth scraping against the slope of your neck, and you realize with a start - you're fully awake, and the warmth on your hip is still there, wet lips are still on your shoulders, and oh…

There's another pair of hands.

You tremble, squeezing your hips tight, and inhale deeply. Soft hair tickles your face and you try to move, but strong arms keep you in place from both sides, two bodies trapping you in place.

Before you can even think about speaking, fingers trail down your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Another hand tugs your shirt up, revealing your underwear. You know it's drenched, but you still try to hide it, wriggling your body to the side.

A husky chuckle makes its way to your ears, teasing your neck with a hot gust of breath.

Natasha.

You moan, your legs spreading on their own violation.

“Good girl,” she husks, her palm settling on your lower stomach possessively.

Another voice hums, and then someone cups your breast under your shirt, tracing circles over your nipple before pinching it, sending sparks down your body right to your aching clit. You whine, reaching to tug off your mask, but you're stopped. Your shirt is pulled up, exposing your breasts, your hands near the headboard bind by it.

“Don't move.”

Wanda.

You cry out pathetically, almost coming from the sound of her voice. Hot mouth leaves your breasts wet with spit, lips leave purple bruises on the tender skin.

“Touch me, please,” you moan, arching off the bed. “Please.”

Another husky chuckle, another pinch to your nipple and then… a finger slides over your clit, then moves to the side of your panties, up and down, up and down, and you whine, trying to grind against her hand. An arm wraps across your stomach, keeping you in place. Someone - Wanda - burrows her face into the crook of your neck, marking.

Natasha leans over you, and finally, finally, plunges three fingers inside, and, oh God, you have no time to adjust because Natasha thrusts deep and fast, curling her fingers. You moan, trapped in place by two of the most beautiful women, your pussy swallowing Natasha's fingers, the wet sounds making you blush.

You can feel your wetness dripping to leave a stain on Natasha's bed.

You pant, orgams approaching. Wanda slides her hand off your stomach to play with your clit, circling it rapidly, her breath hot on your neck, her body molded against your side.

Your sleeping mask is tugged off right when you start clenching around Natasha's fingers. You blink against the blinding light, barely managing to focus on Natasha's dark eyes and Wanda's slurty grin.

“Wanna see you come, pretty girl,” Natasha smirks, pushing deeper.

You throw your head back with a moan, body taut, your walls clenching hard, and when Wanda presses firmly on your clit right when Natasha’s fingers curl inside you, you cry out loud enough for everyone in the tower to hear.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispers against your lips, swallowing your moans as you come.

#natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wandanat x you #sweet dreams

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holylulusworld · 4 months ago

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A new home

Summary: He deserves love.

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Steve's adoptive sister)

Warnings: brother’s best friend trope, fluff, kind of secret relationship

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Bucky Barnes Birthday bingo event": Square 4: Brother’s best friend

Square filled for @buckyboybingo: Square 16: Almost caught

Square filled for @fandom-free-bingo: Half-Baked Edition: Square 7: “You are so beautiful.”

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C1: Wakanda!Bucky

Card: B004

Rating: Teen

A/N: In my story, the reader is Steve’s adoptive sister, which makes the story more inclusive.

Steven Grant Rogers. Captain America. A hero. The golden boy. A fugitive now. A man on the run.

Why? Because he saved his best friend. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky to his friends.

Not only are Steve and his friends on the run. You, his adoptive sister, are on the run as well. You’re not adopted legally. Hell, his parents are long gone, and you never signed any papers.

Steve found you some years back in an abandoned Hydra base. The bastards were looking for people to experiment on, and you ended up in a cell. Steve came just in time, saving the day and you.

From that day on, he called you his little sister. Not related by blood, but a strong bond of trust, loyalty, and love.

You, along with Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Bucky, and Steve, found refuge in Wakanda. It’s not the worst place to live. The truth is, it’s so much more peaceful and advanced than the old world you were living in.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Steve worriedly watches you stare in the distance. “Do you regret following me?”

“Never,” you reply without missing a beat. It’s the truth. Since the day Steve saved you, he has been nothing but good to you. He never lied or let you down. He’s, in any way, your big brother. Related by blood or not. “I just wonder what the others are doing.”

“Tony is… He gets around somehow.” He says, not convinced himself. “T’Challa checked on Rhodey’s condition for me. Clint and Lang made a deal to get out of prison. It’s not ideal, but…”

“They are free,” you end his line. “That’s good. They both have kids and all. I wouldn’t want them to end up being in prison. Our fight wasn’t their fight.”

“This fight should’ve never happened. Zemo did a good job splitting the Avengers,” Steve sighs deeply. He’s tired of saving people while hiding in the shadows.

“I understand that Tony was mad, but—” You nervously rub your face. “Bucky wasn’t himself back then. Tony should understand this. He’s a smart man.”

“One of the smartest people I ever met,” Steve says, sadness in his voice. “Maybe, one day, we can look back at that moment without anger.”

Steve walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You look out of the window one last time before turning around and walking away.

He looks almost at peace when you watch him from afar. A few months ago, Shuri removed the programming controlling Bucky. No more Winter Soldier. No more being controlled by trigger words.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Bucky murmurs as you sneak inside his thatched-roof hut. He sighs because you won’t listen to him.

“I want to be here,” you reply as you sit down on the makeshift bed. “If you do not join us in the palace, I’ll stay here with you.”

“Y/N,” Bucky says as he enters the hut to sit next to you. “If Steve finds you here, he won’t like it.”

“Why?” You move a little closer to place your hand on his flesh hand. “You’re his best friend. He fought his friends to protect you.”

“You’re his sister,” Bucky softly whispers your name as he looks at you with soft eyes. “You’re so beautiful and too good for me.”

“Don’t say things like that,” you angrily reply. “Please don’t do this to yourself.”

You look at him, gently stroking his hair. It’s a little longer now; it falls past his shoulders and is slightly wavy. You press a soft kiss to his bearded cheek and giggle as his full beard tickles your skin.

Bucky softly smiles, letting you run your hands over his chest. He’s wearing a sleeveless reddish-burgundy top. The one you bought for him. Over this, he has a dark blue shawl draped loosely over his shoulders and knotted at his chest.

“I don’t deserve you.” You cup his face and lean closer to kiss him, soft and careful. Bucky is not ready yet for the next step.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I don’t care about your past. This wasn’t you, Bucky. I know the real Bucky, and Steve does too. Nothing else matters.”

Bucky sighs against your lips. He’d love to tell you that he feels the same, but this would only encourage you to stay with him. Deep down inside, Bucky believes that Steve would never accept your relationship and that you are too good for him.

“Stop thinking too much.” You press your forehead against Bucky’s. “Steve would be happy if he knew. He loves you like a brother.”

“Last time, we almost got caught. You shouldn’t stay here or be around me. Steve would turn his back on me, knowing you sleep here.”

“We are adults, Bucky,” you kiss his forehead. “And we didn’t do anything wrong. We slept together, nothing else. Even if we…” You giggle and hide your face in his neck. “You know… Steve couldn’t do anything against it.”

“He’d kill me if I did dirty things to you.”

“Dirty things,” you tease. “You want to do dirty things to me?” Lifting your head to meet his gaze, you smirk. “What kind of dirty things?”

His cheeks are shades of pink when you look at him. “I wouldn’t… I mean…”

“I was being a tease, Bucky.” You peck his lips, careful not to pressure Bucky. “Do you want me to stay? If not, I’ll go.”

“Stay.” He carefully touches your hand. “Please stay tonight.” He nuzzles your cheek. “I have a second pillow for you.”

You smile because he slowly opens up to you. Love is something Bucky hasn’t experienced in ages. But now that you all have found a new home in Wakanda, he has the chance to explore his feelings.

Both of you lie down. Bucky wraps his arms around you and allows you to rest your head on his chest. Your heart flutters as he holds you a little tighter and says, “I’ll ask Steve for an allowance to ask you out on a date.”

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importantstudentbusinessspy-blog · 8 months ago

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Reunion - Falling

Masterlist

Pairing: Dick Grayson x (f)reader

Tags: NSFW, miscommunication, hate sex, crying, angst, misunderstanding,

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He's been careful, though - didn't push things too far, especially after what happened between you two in the past.

Still, there were moments that messed with him. Like seeing other men try to flirt with you or being out in the club and overhearing you with some random guy in the bathroom. Hearing your laughter, become moans and whimpers. Every sound felt like a mini punch to his gut.

He he would unconsciously clench his hands into fists, fighting the urge to storm in and pull the creeps away from you. He’d give anything to just walk up to you and shut it down. But he knew better; he had no right to feel this way.

Tonight felt different.

It was late, and you were at his place, gathered with the rest of your mutual friends. There were half-eaten bags of chips, and beer cans scattered around the coffee table. The living room was warm, almost too warm with everyone packed in, and you were all flushed, hair sticking a little to your forehead from the effort of trying to beat each other on Mortal Combat.

“Aaaand that’s how it’s done.” Dick leaned back, grinning wide as he popped another chip into his mouth.

"God, seriously?" Your friend friend Anna groaned, tossing you the controller in defeat. "Please, show this man up."

You took the controller, making a show of cracking your neck to orepare yourself. "Alright, prepare to lose, little boy."

Dick’s eyebrow quirked as he gave you this smug look. "Think you can beat me, little girl?"

You smirked back, already selecting your character. "I know I can."

The first round kicked off, and you were on it. Fingers moving fast, you took him down easy, shooting him a wink.

He got the upper hand in round two, smirking right back at you.

By round three, it was on. Both of you were focused, neither willing to accept defeat. You stretched the game out longer than necessary. Then - out of nowhere - you felt a quick jab at your side. You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp as you glanced down to see his fingers pulling back from your hip.

"Dick!"

"What?" he asked innocently. His eyes were still on the screen, but his grin was out too.

Before you could say anything, he did it again - a quick poke that had you biting back a laugh, trying to keep control of the controller. "Quit it - "

Another jab.

You were cracking up, barely able to hold the controller, so you turned and went for revenge, tickling him back.

He let out a deep laugh, his eyes squinting as he smiled, and before long, a tickle war broke out, both of you abandoned the game completely.

Somehow, you ended up straddling his lap, both of you breathless and grinning like idiots. His arm stayed loosely around you, keeping you from tipping over.

"Do you want us to leave the room?" Tony cleared his throat from the couch, his brows quircked up.

Your eyes widened as you caught yourself, and scrambled off his lap, cheeks burning. But his hands settled on your hips, holding you in place just long enough for your gaze to meet his. There was a hint of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite read.

Unbeknownst to you, this is the happiest Dick felt in... a while.

You swallowed hard, tearing your eyes away and forcing a laugh as you climbed off him. "Uh… sorry."

Dick cleared his throat. "No, you’re good."

You stood up, smoothing out your dress and sweater. "Does anyone want something from the kitchen?" You asked the group.

"Just some paper towels." Anna asked.

You nodded and walked out of the living room. Heading into the kitchen, you grabbed a glass of water, taking a long sip to steady your nerves.

"Alright, Dicky." You heared your friends begin to pack up. "It’s been fun, man, but we gotta go."

Leaving the glass in the sink, you made your way back. But just as you were about to step back into the living room, a hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

You turned, and there he was, blue eyes locked on yours with a deep intensity. His hand slid slowly up your arm, then shoulder, then neck, until he cupped your jaw, his fingers warm against your skin. The front door shut, and your friends' voices faded. It was just the two of you now.

He hesitated, lowering his face until he was hovering just an inch from your lips, close enough that you could feel his breath. Your gaze fell to his mouth, heartbeat hammering in your chest.

"Don’t go," he whispered, barely audible, his voice carrying a rawness that catches you off guard.

The vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. Without thinking, you rose onto your tiptoes, your lips pressing softly against his.

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Dick wanted to pick you up in his arms and spin you around. That kiss, that perfect kiss felt like a breath of fresh air, like the whole world had narrowed down to just this moment.

But then you pulled back. "Dick, wait i," you breathed, your hands coming up to his chest. God, your scent, your beathy voice, your warmth. He could listen to you speak his name again and again... if he could only stay this close to you forever.

His skin cried for your warmth as you stepped back timidly. Worry crept into your gaze. "I can’t do casual with you. It’s… different."

He lowered his gaze, stepping closer, hands braced on either side of your head against the wall, eyes shadowed with something like regret.

"I get it," he says, his voice hollow. "But I can’t promise you more."

If he wasn't sure before, he was certain after Christmas Eve. He wasn't worthy and wasn't responsible enough to protect everyone. That included you.

You swallowed, feeling a familiar pang in your chest you'd promised yourself you'd avoid. "Why not?"

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. "It’s… complicated." His hand brushes your nape, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Dicky…" You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. Up close, you noticed the weariness in his eyes, the faint creases of stress around them. "What happened?" You whispered. "Talk to me. We can fix it."

"No," He shook his head, his expression conflicted. "We can’t," he said, voice tinged with sorrow. "It’s not that simple."

A silence stretched between you before he confessed, "I just… I just want to forget."

Without thinking, you murmmered, "Then do it."

He blined at you. “What?”

You nodded, swallowing down the tightness in your throat. "If… if it helps you forget, then… use me."

His face contorted, somewhere between frustration and disbelief. "Sweetheart, no, you’ve got it all wrong -"

"It’s okay." You nodded, trying to hold on to your composure. "I want to help you… however I can."

"This isn’t what I wanted," he whispers, his face pained. "I don’t think of you like that."

Your laugh was bitter. "Spare me."

His expression shifted, a frown creasing his brow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, Dicky." You rolled your eyes, feeling a spark of anger rising. "I give up. You win."

"Win?" He asked, tone incredulous. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, congratulations." You said. "I mean, pity’s a pretty creative way to get someone in bed.” You crossed your arms. "But hey, it worked. You’re a good actor."

Before you could blink, his hand wrapped around your throat, gently but firmly, his eyes burning with hurt. "Pity?" he asked, disbelief thick in his voice. "I was being sincere."

You scoffed. "Right, and you just happened to pull out some tragic sob story to convince me."

He growled, the sound low and angry. "You were more than willing to be ‘used’ a second ago. Didn’t take much convincing."

"Yeah, well." You felt the anger simmering beneath the surface, almost boiling over. "You’re good at sex, and I’m bored. So, what do I have to lose?"

His eyes narrow. "When did you become such a-"

"Bitch?" you snapped. "Probably around the time you hooked up with someone else a day after being with me."

He rolled his eyes. "It wasn’t a day after-"

"Doesn't matter." You threw your hands up before crossing them in front of you. "Are we doing this, or not? Because I’m losing interest.”

The insult hung in the air, sharp and tense.

And just like that, something in his mind snapped. All of the worries of the past month came crushing down on him. His harsh training, his sleepless nights filled patrols, his rigurous studies, his dramatic family, and now you with your smart mouth. After a minute of heated silence which he used to calm his breathing, he quietly said. "Strip."

You gulped, reaching for your clothes. You felt angry and betrayed but at the same time couldn't help follow his command, cowering at the heat in his gaze. This whole situation messed with your mind.

Slowly, your hands rose to lift up your sweater, discarding in onto his floor behind you, leaving you in a frilly, soft white dress. Before you could get your hands in the material, his hand reached out to grab yours and pull you into his bedroom. Not a moment passed before you were pushed onto the bed.

"Pretty," he muttered, eyeing the white material of your dress as it slid up your thighs. "You like this dress?"

You raised a brow. "... yes why-"

"I dont." He's seen you wear that dress enough times to the bar. Seen frat boys drool as they oggled you in that dress. It had a doll like, innocent appearance to it. Held a promise of submissiveness. But the way you were speaking to him now revealed the real you. Revealed the dress was a fucking lie. And if you wanted to be treated like a doll, all you had to do was ask.

You gasped when he tore the hem of your skirt up to your neckline.

Mouth agape, you stared wide-eyed at the damage. The wide tear left your bare skin on display, the only coverage provided by your pink bra and panties. You swore you heard him mutter. "Lucky me, a matching set..." Under his breath.

You grinded your teeth together, half with anger, and half with... you weren't sure.

You really did like that dress. Partpy because of the looks wearing it earned you from everyone - him included.

Your angry gaze shifted back up to his. Dick wore a smug expression on his face.

You huffed, "When did you become sunch an-"

"Asshole?" He supplied calmly, raising a brow. "Probably sometime around when I 'hooked up with someone a day after being with you'." Shooting your own words back at you.

You opened your mouth to retort that it was actually much earlier than that, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him to the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor before climbing up on top of you slowly. You were caged by muscle. And you couldn't help but be distracted by ridges of scars and marks lining up his arms and chest, wondering - not for the first time - where they came from. You felt like a deer in headlights being approached by him in this state, and you couldn't fight the way your breath grew shallow as your pulse spiked.

"So that's it? Not even gonna prep me?" You hated how out of breath your voice sounded with the question.

"Do you need it?" He deadpanned. "After the forplay session we just had?"

"What forplay-" Your protest caught in your throat, exchanged for a whimper when his finger pushed aside your panties and slid into you with ease.

He groaned, closing his eyes and biting his lip. You watched with envy, wanting to be the one to bite it instead.

"Oh baby," He muttered darkly, lining himself up against your entrance and sliding into you in one swift motion. "Does arguing with me turn you on?"

You tried to bite back your moans, but he used his finger to spread the wetness across your folds. It rose to rub your sensitive clit as he entered you slowly, again and again.

Your back arched against the bed as you tried and failed to hodl back those desperatenoises.

"Answer me." He ordered.

"No," you moaned, but neither of you were convinced.

"Liar." He exhaled as he thrusted into you, frustration mingling with annoyance in his expression. "I wonder, when all those pretty boys from the bars take you home, do they make you as wet as I do?"

You resisted the urge to slap him because, unfortunately, he was right. "Can you hurry up already? Im about to fall asleep" Was all you said instead.

Dick laughed. You thought you were sleeping tonight. That's cute.

Your jab was his response. "Didn't think so," he said with a grin you could only describe as evil.

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A couple more orgasms later, the two of you were exhausted, panting into each other's mouths as he continued fucking you still. His movements had grown weak, sloppy, but he still hit the right spots that made you flex to chase that high.

In another attempt to be condescending, he huffed. "Thanks for letting me use you, baby." As his fingers relentlessly rubbed your clit.

Your hands grasped at the sheets as the orgasm built up in your belly. But you weren't too far gone to throw a jab of your own. "Be sure to thank the next one tomorrow, too."

Dick’s jaw muscles flexed, and you knew you hit a nerve. "I’m sorry if my ‘lifestyle’ doesn’t fit your precious worldview."

He was hitting every spot, and his fingers only added to the overstimulation. As your body shook with your nth orgasm, your mind flooded with thoughts of him with other girls, thoughts of him moving on, forgetting you exist. With the snap of his fingers. Forshadowing what was to come.

You shook your head, biting back the sting of tears. "No, you’re not."

Then, as if to drive the point home, he cupped your face and leaned down to deliver an earth-shattering, heartbreaking kiss.

You pulled apart, your breathing coming down. Your need to pass out was hard to resist, your mind clouding eith exhastion, but the need to leave was stronger.

Turning away from him, you slid out from under him, not daring let him see your tears.

Not saying another word, you slipped on your torn dress, followed by your fiscarded sweater, then your coat. You stormed out of his apartment before either of you uttered another word.

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deathbyathousandspiders · 4 months ago

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let me down slowly. ₃

mcu!peter parker x fem!stark!reader | boy in the bubble part three.

IN WHICH a few days have passed since the attack & finding out peter's super secret, but will peter find a way to earn your forgiveness?

author's note — highly recommend reading the first two parts! i love writing song prompts, they are too yummy !!!!!

WARNINGS (18+ MDNI) — reader gets hurt, reader has lowkey PTSD, mentions of knife, angst to fluff<3

read part one | part two here.

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Walking through the bustling city of New York never ceased to amaze you, especially at sunset. The pink tickling between buildings, the rush of people flooding the sidewalks, and the steps you and Peter took in time back to your apartment.

It was just barely past six on that Friday evening, and you could feel the gentle rumble of your stomach at the thought of being welcomed by your Father’s cooking.

A smile touched your lips as Peter echoed your unspoken words.

“I wonder what he’s making tonight.” He voiced, glancing your way as you walked together. “I’m hungry just thinking about it.”

You couldn’t help but nod in agreement, hands placed over your stomach at the thought. “Stop, I’m too excited.” Tony was an excellent cook, and exceptional at surprises. You knew whatever he had in store tonight would be divine. “I saw salmon in the fridge so I wonder if—”

Peter stopping dead in his tracks startled you. He practically froze, like he was witnessing something of insanity in front of him. Glancing at where his eyes were focused, you found nothing of the sort.

“Peter?” Concern bled from your voice. You couldn’t help it. He looked like he could feel every hair on his body stand upright. It was unsettling.

Meeting your eyes, his brows knit together to create a look of sympathy. Apology. “I–uh, I forgot something at the school!” The words were practically blurted.

Your own brows knit together, not in remorse, but in confusion. “Can’t you just get it on Monday?”

He shook his head. “I can’t–” The dread in his voice—the sudden breathless panic lacing each syllable he spoke—confused you, more than you knew how to say. “It’s important. I–I have to go.”

“You’re leaving?” It wasn’t an accusation more than a statement, but he could hear the undertones of what you implied.

The look on your face read that the two of you had been here too many times before.

He took paces towards you. “I’ll meet you there. I’ll be there for dinner.” And Peter gave you a hug. The grip to his embrace was puzzling. He didn’t seem to want to let you go.

“You promise?”

Peter pulled back to meet your eyes, and every unspoken word shared between the shared glances told you that he meant every ounce of endearment to his reply: “I promise.”

And with that, he slipped away from you and back the way you’d walked from.

As you kept walking to your apartment, part of you realized how difficult it was to believe him. He always ran off with some crazy excuse, and it never felt honest. Another part of you realized that you should probably ask him about it before you worried yourself sick.

A bystander approaching you caught you off balance.

“Y/N Stark?” They asked, something like excitement caught their tongue. “I’m a big fan of your father’s work. Would it be alright to get your autograph?”

A bizarre ask, but it wasn’t the first time. You smiled politely, nodding your head as you grabbed the pen they’d offered. “Sure! I appreciate it.”

Your hand flew elegantly across the photo of you and your father held towards you, signing your name on the bottom right corner.

When you went to hand the pen back, they grabbed your wrist with a force that told you how stupid you’d been.

“Don’t struggle or I’ll make this hell for you.” A threat, and it seemed nothing empty. As they forced you down the sidewalk beside them, you tried to assess what they were wearing; what was on their person and what kind of threat they’d be.

A matted handle of a knife beside their pocket made your blood race a little faster.

They tugged you into an alley off the sidewalk, secluded from sight, and threw you into the brick wall to the left of it. The texture scraped down your body as you tried to catch your balance, but you fell onto your back and into the pavement as the man laughed.

“What a weak, pathetic excuse for a Stark.”

It was tantalizing, and surely something that would haunt you, but you couldn’t help but fight. You glared up at the man, hoping the look in your eye held something sharper than the blade he drew from his pocket.

As he paced closer, you were suddenly grateful for all the close quarter combat that Sam and Natasha had taught you.

Once he was close enough, just as he went to slash his weapon at you, you kicked between his legs with as much force as you had before locking your foot behind his right knee and pulling it towards you. He fell to the ground with a groan, swinging his knife aimlessly in your direction. You couldn’t tell if he’d missed or not—adrenaline wouldn’t let you feel it just yet.

Your knee met his jaw before you rolled away from him. You attempted to run from the alley, but his slime grip caught your ankle and yanked you back towards him. It was a pathetic yelp that left your lips, but you couldn’t help it.

Everything in you tried not to believe the words he’d spat at you. You couldn’t give up, you couldn’t end like this.

Your feet kicked at him, even though you couldn’t see. You tried to flip over, catching the direct moment that your left foot met his face and challenged him back.

You managed to stand and run before you could look back, but you couldn’t get far. Somehow, you realized the alleyway was longer than you’d remember. Suddenly, his hands were over your mouth and muffling screams; his knife was at your stomach, and all he said was the same phrase.

“What a weak, pathetic excuse for a Stark—”

You’d never felt the stronger need for oxygen than what ripped you from slumber.

Heave after heave, you had to remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming anymore. The nightmare was over. You made it out. You were safe.

You were only left splintered with the feeling. Paranoia.

Ever since the attack, and finding out that Peter Parker was Spider–Man, you’d been getting frequent nightmares. Whether the wicked dreams were flashbacks to getting jumped, or some memory with Peter that haunted your sleep, they varied each time your eyes shut.

Immediately, you sat up, turned your bedside lamp on, grabbed your cell phone, and dialed the first number you could think of. You left no room for panic.

It didn’t even take five seconds before he answered.

“Hello?”

“I had another one.” The first four words you could mutter, the only information you’d spare. It was just another nightmare, another reason to call him. It was not forgiveness.

Not yet, at least.

You brought your knees to your chest beneath your blankets, running your fingers across your cloth–covered calves. It grounded you from lingering scarcities, and kept you from oversharing.

You were still upset with him and your father for what happened four days ago. Not even a nightmare would shake the betrayal from your bones.

The sound of Peter Parker’s empathy was unspoken across the call, yet pretty loud as the silence settled between the two of you.

He thought carefully through his next words, knowing damn well how thin the ice he stood on already was.

“Do you want me to come over–?”

“No.” Your response was sharp, quick, locked, and loaded.

“Is there anything I can—“

“No.” Another double edged, double lettered response.

Peter blew a subtle breath out from what you assumed were puffed cheeks. He knew better than to say too much, than to break your trust even further.

As silence nestled into the space between you, whatever paranoia had been shaking your system seemed to wither a little.

Even just the muffled sound of his breath and hesitation across the call brought you more comfort than you knew how to ask for.

You didn’t plan to cave and tell him that you missed him, though. He didn’t deserve that.

“Does this mean you’re talking to me again?”

Somehow, Peter’s voice hummed like the perfect mix of backstabbed and security. It made everything feel so complicated.

You had to think about it, how to answer him.

Still, your reply remained the same.

“No.” It wasn’t as harsh as the variant prior.

You heard Peter turn his own bedside lamp on, and the short sigh he let out in response to you.

“Are you only allowing yourself to say ‘no’ to me, then?”

It was a challenge to stay mad at him, especially considering how long you’d known him for and how well he knew you. Betrayed or not, you knew deep down that you didn’t plan to stay upset with him forever.

As much as you tried to hide it, the word came out more gently than intended. “Yes.” The humorous opportunity was difficult to resist.

You could hear the small smile Peter acquired on the other end of the line. “So she speaks.”

“No, she doesn’t.” You quipped back, though the ice you’d initiated the call with began to thaw bit by bit.

“Would she..? If I apologized again?” The question was scarce, but you couldn’t say you hadn’t been expecting it.

This was a dance you and Peter had been tip–toeing for the past three nights. You didn’t dare break the silence that first night, nor did you sleep, but you couldn’t help it the second night. And yesterday night, too. He had apologized both.

He’d left an apology note in your locker earlier that day, too.

Your dad hadn’t said anything remotely related to an apology, even though he tried other ways to bridge the growing gap between you. You couldn’t tell if it was his stubborn spirits or fear of vulnerability, but Tony Stark didn’t seem to know where to start.

And you weren’t going to make it your job to show him.

At least Peter was trying.

You shook your head, despite the fact that he couldn’t see it. “You can’t ask me that so late.” At this point, you couldn’t stop the playful tone of your voice. “I won’t sound convincing, and you haven’t earned forgiveness yet.”

Peter took a second, whether to take in a moment where you weren’t seething at him, or to think through a response that wouldn’t scare you off, he’d never admit. Part of you appreciated him for that, appreciated him for allowing you to have more time in his company when you weren’t so begrudging.

Part of you forgot that he was your best friend, in the midst of how clouded you’d been with despair.

“Tell me, then.” His voice was barely above a whisper, gentle enough to lay his weapons down. “How can I earn your forgiveness?”

Somehow, the question made your heart race. It made your skin heat and your head spin. You hadn’t thought this far into it, or given it this much reflection.

Just how could he earn your forgiveness? How could Peter Parker win your trust back?

You gave it a second, catching a bit of your breath that had gotten away. “Maybe you can–”

The sudden sound of thudding from downstairs came out of nowhere. Your head immediately snapped towards the door, that breath instantly catching back in your throat.

“Y/N?”

Breathe. You had to remember to breathe. You were just jumpy after the attack. Right. Yes, clearly you were just easily startled after Friday night. This had to have been your father being clumsy.

Pulling your phone from your ear, you put Peter on speaker while you went to text your father. If you just asked him if he was alright, that wouldn’t be caving into forgiving him. It was just two in the morning and you were a worried daughter.

However, the screen you were met with sent your heart straight to the floor.

Peter repeated himself, “Y/N?” There was an edge to his voice this time, skeptical of your silence. “Are you okay?”

Tony had texted you two hours prior that he left the apartment. He was upstate at the compound, needing to assist Bruce with a technology repair.

Which only meant—

Taking Peter off speakerphone, you pressed the device back to your ear. “Peter–” You could only force out whispers, fingers suddenly trembling as they went to tug your covers off. “Peter, someone’s here!” Panic bled through as your blood washed white.

You didn’t waste a second to scurry across the room and lock the door, didn’t wait for Peter to respond before you grabbed a baseball bat you kept in the corner to defend yourself.

His end of the call was quieter than you wanted it to be, for much longer than you knew how to deal with.

It was quiet enough to hear two more thuds, getting a bit closer.

Fear kept you in such a chokehold, you had to fight to mutter his name again—to whisper his name just to make sure he hadn’t left you.

“I’m on my way.” His voice held something grave, determined; you made out the breeze whispering behind his response through the phone call. “Don’t leave your room.” The instructions were stern, protective.

Your grip was firm and strong against the bat, pointing it at your door like some sort of sword. The length of your arm trembled, but you tried to remain calm, especially as the thudding repeated twice more, closer even.

Every ounce of air in your lungs froze. “Hurry, Peter..” You whispered. Immediately, you heard another thud, louder than the others. You could barely discern it over the blaring noise of your heart pounding beneath your chest.

Each hair on your body rose at the sound of footsteps taking the stairs.

“Peter!” Calling your voice a whisper would’ve been false; you wheezed his name out. “Peter, he’s back! He’s here!” And even though your voice was quiet, you had to force it out. You couldn’t function with the rate your body shook at.

You couldn’t breathe anymore once the shadows of feet reached your door.

You barely had the air to gasp at the sight, to fumble for the baseball bat you tried to grip between your fingers.

Peter finally spoke up, “Hey, breathe.” And you felt a wave of relief when his voice was heard beyond your door as well. “It’s just me.. You’re okay.” And he went to unlock the door.

He was the only one who knew where you hid the spare key.

When the door opened, and Peter stood behind it, you couldn’t find the words or place the thoughts you had at the sight of him.

He hung the phone up, waiting in the doorframe to keep from intruding. “There was a pigeon loose in your living room.” He spoke it gently, “Someone left the terrace door open.”

It took his words then to recall that you’d left that door open. No one had broken in. You were going to be okay.

The bat fell from your hands and rattled to the floor as you released it, your phone followed suit on your bed as your hands covered your face. You couldn’t keep your composure over the panic, over each sleep deprived night and every aching bruise still painting your body.

Hidden behind your hands, you began to sob.

Peter didn’t hesitate to pace the distance between you. He sat beside you on your bed and pulled you into his arms. You couldn’t find the words to thank him or the strength to move for a moment, but once you did, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, and he pulled you as close as he could.

“I’m so sorry..” He whispered into your hairline, a few of his tears catching with his words. His hand held the base of your head, thumb combing through the hair of yours that it could as he held you.

You were still catching your bearings. Still gripping white knuckles on his band tee and shaking in his arms. “I– I didn’t think I would—” You were gasping the words between sobs. “I thought I was going to—” You couldn’t finish the sentence.

Both of his hands found your jaw, pulling you back so he could see you. He wouldn’t let you finish that sentence, nor would he ever let it come true. “Y/N, I would never let that happen..” He spoke so earnestly. “You’re safe. I promise.”

He saw how the word promise seemed to affect you. He realized then that if he had any shot of earning your forgiveness, it was now.

“We promised to tell each other everything.” He started, and you soaked in every word. You soaked in everything about him, allowing yourself to release your anger for a moment. “I also promised your dad that I’d do everything I could to protect you.. I intend to keep both.”

Your sobs had settled, and he’d begun to use his thumbs to wipe the tears still streaking your face.

“I didn’t keep my promise to you too well.” He sounded so disappointed with himself. “Tony thought it would be better to keep all of this from you, but I just…” He lost the words, wincing at his realization of how awful he’d been.

His forehead fell against yours in defeat, despairingly. “There were dozens of times I wanted to tell you. Every time I didn’t, I broke our promise, and I’m so sorry.. You deserved better than that.”

As you looked up to meet his eyes, you could see tears glistening in his own.

“I forgive you.” It felt rewarding to say, especially as hope returned to Peter’s expression right where it belonged. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how excited he seemed. “Fuck, and this whole time, I thought you were hiding a secret girlfriend or something.”

The laugh that spilled from his lips was much more timid than you would’ve expected, and felt incredibly intimate at the close proximity you shared. “No. There’s only one girl I’ve got my eyes set on.” And he didn’t break his stare from you.

You couldn’t help but giggle, shoving him playfully. “That was the corniest thing I have ever heard you say.”

He laughed with you, wiping his remaining tears. “Shut up!”

The two of you fell into something so familiar, a small fit of laughter and stares of admiration. Oh, how badly you’d missed him.

You took in the sight of him beside you, him in a natural state. His cheeks were still flushed from the brisk wind of his journey over, his curls stuck out like coils of fire atop his head. He was in pajamas, a white band tee, blue boxers, and white Nike socks.

He looked like your best friend, and it took you til that moment to realize just how safe you felt with him—the safest you’d felt all week.

A timid smile curved along your lips. “Would you be okay staying with me tonight?” You scanned his face for his reaction. “Tony’s out for the night and I don’t want to be alone.”

His expression matched yours, eyes pooling with a bit more sympathy, and something that looked like he’d been hoping you would ask. “You don’t have to be. I’ll stay with you.” And that was all he took before he lifted your covers for you to cozy back inside.

Peter waited for you to give more invitation of whether or not he could get close to you. He did not want to overstep, especially after you’d just made up. When you pulled back your covers for him, he slid in beside you; once you’d pulled his arm over your waist, he didn’t hesitate before spooning you snug in his arms.

As you fell asleep, majority of your resentment for the situation seemed to wither away. You knew you’d have a talk with your father, but seeing as you woke up to a text from him with an actual apology and the news that they’d found your attacker, you knew the conversation wouldn’t be so bad.

Walking up in Peter’s arms was more than you could’ve ever asked for. You hoped that you’d be able to get used to it.

You knew as long as you had each other, Peter would never let any harm happen to you.

And maybe that meant you weren’t powerless after all.

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writingfics-passingtime · 20 days ago

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Can you write a prompt where Bucky finds out you're ticklish and won't stop because he loves your laugh?

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pairing: bucky barnes x gender neutral reader (romantic)

wc: ~2300

cw: MINORS DNI, swearing, mentions of ptsd + combat trauma, some tickling

note: just a wee tender & emotional fluff bomb. thank you anon!

You don't remember the Compound ever feeling like home.

Not when you first got there - stiff-backed and scarred, still tasting blood and ash from whatever had dragged you through the last hellhole.

Not when you opened your duffel and dropped it beside your bed, too used to living out of it to bother with the closet, or feel like the dresser was necessary.

Not even when the others started to treat you like part of the... whole thing... the family - Steve with his quiet nod, Tony with his casual conversational inclusion, Sam with his grin and kind words, Natasha with a knowing glance that said: I see what you’ve been through, and you’re still here. Good.

But, no. It didn’t feel like home.

But it felt like something now.

And so did Bucky Barnes.

The first time you were partnered with him, you clocked the tension in his shoulders before he said a word. Caught the storm-blue eyes that scanned exits before they scanned your face. The way he stood too still. The way he didn’t speak unless he had to - and even then, it was with the low, measured weight of someone who didn’t trust his voice to stay steady.

You didn’t treat him like glass. You weren't built like that. Not... made for that kind of tenderness.

Instead, you gave him space without giving him silence. You cracked a few dry jokes during recon, handed him coffee in the mornings without asking how he slept. You didn’t flinch when he drew his weapon beside you. You watched his six and, by action alone, let him know when he could drop his shoulders.

Eventually, he started to.

You didn’t know what to call what was growing between you two. It was too quiet to be flirting. Too charged to be nothing. You kept your distance, mostly out of respect - but also because you knew Bucky was still trying to stitch together who he was when no one was looking; he didn't need your fingers in the seams just yet.

You weren’t going to be another thing he had to figure out.

But you watched him.

And you saw the way certain noises made his jaw tick. How a sharp clap or someone dropping a plate too hard would shudder through his body like a muscle memory he hated. Never a full-blown panic, not a scene - just the careful freeze of someone pulled halfway into a memory, one foot in the past.

Especially at the Compound, where he was supposed to feel safe.

That was the worst part - the guilt in his eyes after. Like he’d failed some kind of test.

You never brought it up. Never told him you noticed.

You just watched.

And then one night, Sam cracked some dumbass joke in the common room and it hit you just right. You lost it. Full-body laughing, falling to your side on the couch, tears in your eyes. The others were laughing too, but you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stop.

When you finally wiped your eyes and sat up, trying to apologise through hiccupped breath, you caught Bucky looking at you.

He wasn’t smiling. Not really.

But he was soft. Muted. Like something uncurled inside him just from the sound of you.

He muttered, playful, "He’s not that funny. You’re gonna give him a complex."

And your breath caught for a whole different reason.

Because he was still looking at you.

Like he remembered something. Or someone. Or a feeling.

After that, you watched for it.

Every time you laughed, he relaxed. A little looser in the jaw. A little less rigid in his stance. He wouldn’t always smile - he’s not built like that - but he'd watch. And you could feel the way his body eased just from hearing you lose control for a second. Like your laugh gave him permission to stop scanning the room. Like, if you were laughing, things had to be safe. Had to be okay.

Like he trusted your instincts more than his own.

Then, one day, you were standing in front of a drawer in the kitchen, spaced out thinking about some briefing Sam had led earlier. Your hand hovered over the handle, not moving. You didn’t even hear the footsteps.

Then a finger gently poked your ribs.

You twitched, let out a small, involuntary sniffle of a giggle.

"Hey," Bucky’s voice was low and innocent, but when you looked at him, his brows were lifted, his mouth twitching.

He poked again, just a little, testing. You sniffled again, lips quirking, and shifted away.

And there it was.

That look again. Like softness cracking through stone. And a glint. Something mischievous, as he opened the drawer you'd been blocking.

You coughed, cleared your throat. "Still thinking about that tactical brief," you explained, a little flustered, grabbing an apple and walking out too quickly before he could see your eyes glaze in warmth.

But after that, it became a pattern.

Small moments - barely-there touches. Little pokes when he passed behind you. Brushing fingers when you both reached for a mug. One time, you were curled up reading on the couch and he sat behind you, arm draped casually - and his thumb pressed right into your side, just once, just enough to make you squirm. Not enough to draw attention. But enough that you knew.

And every time, you let him.

Because you knew.

He didn’t need much. Just a reason. Just a moment. Just softness he could give, not just endure.

The night he took it further was after a days-long mission that left most of you battered and bruised.

It was late at night.

The Compound was quiet in the way it only is when everyone was too tired to keep performing for the day. No buzz of banter. No kitchen squabbles. Just low lights and sore bodies.

You were sunk deep into the couch, muscles humming, wearing sweatpants and a tank top that still smelled a little like gunpowder. Sam and Nat had already vanished. Steve said something about paperwork.

It was just you and Bucky now. The couch. The dark.

You were tucked into one corner, legs stretched out across the cushions, muscles half-seizing from exertion. Bucky was sprawled near you, one arm draped along the back of your shared couch, the other resting on his stomach. His head was tilted back, eyes half-lidded, mouth twitching at some nonsense on the screen. His knuckles grazed your shin now and then when you shifted.

There was a pulse between you. Familiar. Worn in.

You said something. Maybe about the mission. Maybe about the way Sam yelled mid-air like he forgot you could hear him through the comms.

Bucky grunted. "He’s always yelling. So dramatic."

"Says the guy who rolled off a shipping container like it was a stage cue," you muttered, grinning.

"That was a necessary."

"It was theatrical."

There was a beat of silence. "You making fun of me?"

Before you could respond, something wrapped around your ankle.

A flash of cool metal.

Your laugh jumped from your throat a second too late - he pulled, not hard, just firm, just enough to unbalance you, to catch you mid-shift and make you gasp as your body skidded across the couch cushions.

He was behind you before you could stop it, wrapping around you, that steel forearm pressed against your stomach as you twisted and squirmed and tried to claw away - but it was already too late.

His hands slipped under your shirt.

Not far - just high enough to find the bare skin at your waist, fingers splayed, searching. One warm and rough, one cool and precise.

And then he started to tickle.

You dissolved.

A breathy giggle burst out of you before you could stop it. Your hips squirmed. Your knees lifted reflexively. You curled in on yourself, gasping, laughing, helpless in a way you’ve never allowed yourself to be around anyone.

But you let him.

You let him have this.

You could've fought. You could've twisted and shoved and thrown your elbow into his ribs. You could've turned those years of survival into teeth and fury, use the scars of your life to make him back off. You knew exactly how to wound someone who touched you without permission.

But you didn't.

Because it wasn't like that.

You’d never let anyone make you soft like this. Not because you couldn’t - but because you hadn't trusted you'd be okay after softening yourself in someone's hands. Never had faith you wouldn't be crushed.

But Bucky’s hands were gentle. Purposefully gentle. Like he was terrified of misjudging the line between fun and fear. And there was something beautiful about that.

Something devastating, too:

He was careful because he knew what it was like to be mishandled.

Your ribs were sensitive from the mission, from training, from always - and he was relentless in the most careful way. His fingers danced over your sides, pressing just enough to tease, never enough to hurt. He was always mindful. Always pulling his strength back like he was afraid of breaking the world.

And while you weren't going to stop him, you couldn't help but react.

You folded inward, arms clamped tight over his forearms, body trembling with giggles, and Bucky’s breath was at your ear - low, amused, and fond.

"Thought you said you were tough."

You choked on a laugh. "I am!"

"Oh yeah?" His voice dropped. "You’re squirmin' like a punk."

"Sh-Shut up-"

You couldn't finish. His fingers dug gently into the sweet spot just above your hips and you crumpled, laughing so hard you couldn't open your eyes. It was helpless. Embarrassing. Real.

You felt your face and neck flush as he laughed quietly behind you - really laughed. The sound brushed warm against your spine.

You hoped he knew. That he'd figured it out.

That you’d been letting him do this. Not just enduring it, but giving it to him. Giving him something he never asked for out loud. Softness. Trust. A reason to smile that had nothing to do with survival.

That you let yourself laugh. For him. Loud, messy, full-body laughter that shook you to your core. Because you knew your laugh was something he drunk in like oxygen.

You’d never laughed like this before. Not in front of someone. Not without checking the exits. Not without feeling like it was going to cost you.

But with him, like this, you felt…

Safe.

And that was the kicker.

You felt safe because of him.

And he could let his guard down because you felt safe.

You were each other’s litmus test. Somehow, against all odds, in all the jagged mess of your lives, you had become the proof that the other could still be human. That you didn't have to stay sharp all the time. That softness didn't mean weakness.

That maybe you wouldn't break each other.

And that should've scared the shit out of you.

But it didn't. Not with him.

Because he wasn't breaking through your defences; he was walking in through an open door you never thought you’d leave unlocked.

His hand skimmed lower, brushing over the curve of your stomach, and your laugh twisted higher, sharper. You writhed against him, caught between the urge to run and the instinct to stay exactly where you are.

You were laughing so hard now it almost hurt, euphoric endorphins spiralled around your spine, down to the base of your toes. You curled even tighter, hand smacking against his forearm, feet twitching, squealing through a breathless grin.

And then his thumb pressed into the juncture of your hip and thigh - your spot, and-

You snorted. Loud. Unfiltered. Stupid.

You slapped a hand over your mouth instantly, eyes wide, the laugh caught somewhere between horror and surrender.

Bucky froze.

Just for a beat.

And then he lost it.

Not a quiet huff or a fond exhale - he actually fucking laughed. His head dropped to your shoulder, face half-hidden, the sound was low and rough and surprised, like it had cracked out of him without warning. His nose brushed your neck, his jaw grazing skin.

He'd stopped tickling but you were giggling helplessly through the gaps in your fingers. "Fuck," you whined. "That was so unfair."

He was still laughing.

You turned your head enough to catch the look on his face - eyes crinkled, cheeks soft, lips parted in genuine delight - and it hit you so hard in the chest you forgot how to breathe.

The sight and sound of him laughing like that... it felt like something came right in the world. Like a small justice had been done.

You dropped your hand from your mouth, breath stuttering, and you both laid there on the couch, tangled and warm, laughing quietly to yourselves in the flickering light of the television. His scruff grazed your jaw again. His hand splayed gently across your stomach, not tickling anymore - just holding. Anchoring.

He exhaled against your shoulder. You felt it - warm and slow and shaky.

"Fuck," he murmured, voice lower now, heat curled around the word. "I love the way you laugh."

Your breath caught. Your toes curled into the couch cushion, body still trembling a little from the aftershocks. There was something in his voice - something dark and golden and wanting.

It didn't need a name.

It didn't need a label.

It could just be what it was.

And tonight, it felt like everything that had been aching to break through the cracks; a small, precious thing, held gently between two people too bruised to ask for more.

Your body was still buzzing from the aftershocks of the tickling when his breath brushed your neck. And that was when you felt it:

Him. Relaxing behind you. Shoulders settling. Chest rising slow. A deep, steadying breath like he was finally safe. At ease.

Because you were laughing.

So your guard was down.

And if your guard was done, it must all be okay.

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