#like fuck. i think i like that better than dom nat sub wanda

[caroldantops]

gonna b honest w u guys. ive been reading more stuff w bottom and/or subby nat lately and like. i get it. i think she finally clicked for me

[marvelobsessed134]

Birthday Wishes

Pairings: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom!Natasha, switch!wanda, sub!reader, degradation, g!p Natasha, daddy kink, mommy kink, fingering, blowjob, p in v sex, and I think that’s it.

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. Dressed in red lacy lingerie lying in Natasha Romanoff’s and Wanda Maximoff’s shared bed.

It was Wanda’s birthday and Natasha wanted to do something extra special for her girlfriend. Wanda has always had a lustful feelings for you, wanting to have you to herself. And so Natasha convinced you to join them in bed.

The redhead looked at you with dark eyes, palming herself. “I’m almost going to just take you without her.” She husked.

You blushed nervously and gave a shy smile. Your panties becoming damp. Suddenly your nerves were heightened when the witch walked into the room. She audibly gasped when she saw you lying in her bed.

“Happy birthday baby.” Natasha said, coming up to Wanda and kissing her. “I know how much you want to play with her, so here’s your birthday present.” The witch bit her lip as she looked you up and down.

“Thank you so much dear, this is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” She said as she walked towards you. Your legs were clenched together.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let Wanda play with you?” The spy asked and you nodded.

“Open your legs for mommy.” The witch commanded and you slowly opened your legs revealing the damp spot on your panties. “Already so wet.” She chuckled, her hand cupping your clothed core.

You hissed and thrusted your hips upwards at the feeling.

The brunette leaned over you and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. As the two of you made out Natasha already rid herself of her clothes and boxers, jerking her cock at the sight of two pretty girls kissing. She’s no better than a man.

“I’m gonna tie you up is that ok?” Wanda asked and you nodded. The woman quickly got up and grabbed a silk tie from the drawers of the dresser and walked back, carefully tying your hands above your head. Then she pulled down the cups of the bra to reveal your breasts and she played and sucked on your sensitive buds. You moaned as you rolled your eyes back.

“Such beautiful tits- oh!” She gasped as she felt Natasha’s hand creep into her panties caressing her wet pussy. “I hope you don’t mind that I join?” She asked.

“No, not at all daddy.” The witch replied and moaned when the spy’s fingers entered her tight hole.

Your hand moved down to the inside of your panties eager to get rid of the throbbing sensation between your legs. But Wanda stopped you, “No, you let mommy take care of that.” You whined when she took your hand away but the loss wasn’t long when she kissed down your body and pulled off your panties licking a bold strip against your folds.

You squealed and moaned as she continued to eat you out, her moans vibrating against you as her girlfriend finger fucked her from behind, sending her over the edge making her cum.

“Can’t take it any longer need my cock inside you.” Natasha grunted. “Yes please daddy.” Wanda sighed.

Nat lined her cock up to Wanda’s entrance and thrusted into her, gripping her hips as she fucked her. You moaned as the pressure went into your core and sent you over the edge making you cum. The assassin smirked when she saw how turned on you were by watching her and Wanda. “You like watching daddy fuck mommy? Do you want some of daddy’s cock too?”

You nodded and bit your lip, “Yes please daddy want your cock.”

After making Wanda cum a second time, she pulls out and you get situated on your knees. You looked up at Nat as you started to bob your head on her cock that is deliciously drenched in Wanda’s juices.

“Such a pretty cocksucker. She’s almost as much of a whore as you.” She directed the last statement to Wanda who whimpered as she laid on the bed and played with her pussy. The redhead gripped your hair and started to fuck your face, tears running down your face. Finally you felt her twitch in your mouth before she came down your throat.

“Such a good fucking girl.” She groaned. Wanda clenched around her own fingers as she came once again this time the sight of you on your knees with Natasha’s cock in your mouth.

“This is the best birthday ever.” Wanda chuckled.

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

so sweet

masterlists

Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary - Vision isn't treating Wanda how she deserves a few months after giving birth to the twins; she's not feeling great within her body so you help her see how she should be taken care of.

18+ :Smut; milf!wanda, mommy kink, lactation kink, cheating, light dom/sub dynamic, praise kink, thigh riding

Word Count - 2468

You'd just finished a quick workout in the Avenger's gym, wandering to the kitchen to grab some water through the quiet halls. You weren't sure where everyone was, you knew your best friend Natasha was on a short mission and Tony was in his lab with Bruce as always but the whereabouts of your other team members was unknown. You were planning on just watching TV until Nat was back then you could drag her into some sort of mischief.

Upon nearing the kitchen you heard a sigh and a mumbled word of annoyance along with a small crash, furrowing your brow at the noise. As you turned the corner you saw the room to be empty apart from Wanda, leaning against the kitchen counter with her forehead resting in the palms of her hands.

"Everything okay Wands?" You questioned as you neared her, grabbing a glass to fill with water.

"I'm fine." She snapped as you sipped my water. "Sorry Y/N/N, I didn't mean to snap." She sighed, apologetic smile across her lips.

"What's up?" You asked, standing beside her. "Are the twins with Vision?"

"No they're with Pietro, he took them on a 'fun uncle day out'." She smiled. "Though I'm not sure how much they can enjoy it when they're not even a year old." She laughed, making you giggle too.

"So if it's not the twins stressing you out what is it?"

"What isn't it?" She laughed humourlessly. "Vision is out doing fuck knows what with fuck knows who - like he always is these days."

"Oh. I didn't realise he was..." You trailed off, observing the sad yet angered look on her face.

"Yeah. I thought after having the twins things would change but he's still the same, if not worse. He barely spares me a second glance and when he does he always follows it up with some kind of comment. 'Oh Wanda, maybe you should get back to training. Maybe you should go back to the gym'." She mocked his British accent making it hard for you to stay serious and hold your laugh in.

"Dickhead." You muttered.

"I mean, I know I'm curvier than before but I did just push two humans out of me."

"I think you look great." You commented, eyes trailing over her body. Her skinny jeans showed off her legs perfectly, her t-shirt pulled tight over the swell of her breasts; the added curves across her body only enhancing her alluring beauty.

"Of course you'd say that." She smirked, knowing how much you love her body; you'd shared a casual sexual relationship over the years only stopping a couple of months into her pregnancy whilst she focused on her relationship with Vision. The only reason she let it go on so long was because she knew he was doing the same, plus you were much better than him in bed. You shrugged your shoulders at her comment with a smile.

"Because I'm right. Your body is fucking perfect Wanda, he should let you know that."

"Well, he doesn't - not even physically anymore." She huffed, you looked at her slightly confused. "I have not had sex for months Y/N."

"Oh." You giggled, feeling your cheeks grow hot at her matter of fact statement.

"And to top it all off my stupid fucking breast pump is broken." She groaned, gesturing to the discarded machine. "God, this is pathetic. My husband is a dick, I'm practically growing my virginity back and my boobs hurt." You couldn't help but laugh at her outburst, both of you giggling at her situation.

"I could, um, help. With at least one of those problems." You spoke nervously, moving nearer to her as she looked at you, eyes flicking down from your eyes to your lips.

"I was hoping you'd say that." She smirked, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your faces together, lips roughly colliding. She pulled on your bottom lip between her teeth before swirling her tongue with yours, lips moving in a fast and hot passion. "I've missed your lips on mine detka." She breathed against you, leaving no time for you to speak as she pulled you in again.

Her hand not on your neck grasped onto your hip, pulling them into hers as you held onto her waist. Your one hand trailed up her back idly, pulling her flush against you though a gasp from her stopped your kisses short. "Are you okay?" You asked her.

"Yeah, it's just they're sore. The twins aren't here and the pumps broken so..."

"I did say that I could, um, help with at least one of your problems." You saw her smirk and raise an eyebrow slightly at what you'd said.

"You'd do that?" She asked leaning in. "You'd help your mommy like that?" She whispered, lips grazing the shell of your ear. Goose bumps pricked your skin at the name you'd missed calling her for all these months.

"Yes, mommy. I just wanna make you feel good." A low groan left her mouth at your response, about to grasp your lips with hers before footsteps interrupted, pulling you apart.

"Hey guys." Steve greeted as he walked in with Bucky's hand in his. "We were just gonna watch a movie, care to join?"

"Sorry Steve, I've gotta go and run a couple errands and I've already convinced this one to help." Wanda returned, pointing towards you. "She's not getting out of it that easily." She laughed.

"I might join you later?" You asked them as you started to follow Wanda.

"Sure." Bucky smiled.

"See ya later Stucky." You smiled before catching up with Wanda who was heading to your room, hearing the pair groan at your use of their couple name.

As you stepped through your bedroom door her hands grasped onto your hips, pulling them against yours as she crashed your lips together, using her magic to lock the door behind you. She walked backwards, pulling you with her until her legs came into contact with the bed, separating your lips as she sat on the edge. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, breasts bouncing once they were free from the tight material, you bit your lip at the sight as you felt a rush of excitement in your belly.

She grabbed your hands pulling you down, silently instructing you to get on your knees in front of her, separating her legs so you could position yourself between them. "Come on detka, help mommy." She smirked down at you.

You smiled as you positioned your lips around her hardened nipple, pressing a kiss to her breast as your tongue flicked. You heard her sigh as you licked around the bud before suckling gently, hands holding onto her thighs as you sucked slightly harder.

She let out a breathy moan as the milk began to drip out onto your tongue, the sweet taste against your lips making you hum against her flesh. You sucked, eager to taste more, the liquid flowing into your mouth. Your one hand held onto her waist as she held your head in place against her chest, fingers squeezing in your hair.

"Fuck, that's good dorogoy. So good." She breathed, urging you to suck more as the heat between your legs pooled further. You sucked her hardened nipple until the last drop, leaving a kiss before you pulled your lips away. You looked up to see Wanda looking down at you through hooded eyes, breathing a fraction heavier.

She brought her thumb to your lips, wiping away a drop of milk from the side of your mouth before pushing it in, watching as you sucked the milk away, swiping your tongue over the pad of her digit. "You taste so good mommy." You sighed, leaning in to kiss her again. She kissed you lustfully, lips slotting together fervently as her mouth held all power over yours.

You trailed your kisses down to her jaw, then gentle bites against her neck and chest, pressing a path of kisses across her breast until you latched onto her other nipple, stiff beneath your tongue. You began to suck again, the end of your tongue flicking over the nipple as she groaned above you. Your hands slid further up her thighs as they squeezed against your body, seeking a release.

Your fingers toyed with the button of her jeans before she undid them herself, lifting her body and tugging them down without your mouth leaving her breast, the sweet milk flowing down your throat. You pulled them off her body the rest of the way along with her underwear, her glistening slit on show to you where you knelt.

You slid the tip of your finger through her folds feeling her arousal with a moan against her flesh. You drew quick circles around her clit, her fingers tangling tighter in your hair as she scrunched her hand into a fist. "Fuck." She sighed. "More detka, give mommy more."

You pushed two fingers into her causing a high pitch sigh to fall from her lips, hips bucking trying to chase the feeling as you began to pump them into her. The feel of her arousal along your fingers made you sigh against her, fingers curling inside her and the heel of your handing hitting her clit with each thrust. Her hips moved at the same rhythm your fingers pushed into her, fingertips reaching up to hit her g-spot.

You pulled your lips away from her now empty breast, capturing her lips with your own, moving together sloppily as choked moans sounded at the back of her throat. "So good for mommy." She groaned, fingers thrusting a few more times until she came with a groan. You helped her ride out her high before pulling your drenched fingers out, sucking them into your mouth with a hum.

She watched with eyes blown with lust, bottom lip tugged between her teeth as her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. Her fingers hooked beneath your chin, tilting your head upwards to claim your lips with hers, crawling backwards onto the bed with you in tow. She grabbed at the hem of your t-shirt, only separating from the kiss as she pulled it over your head tossing it aside onto the floor. Her hold on your back was firm, bare torsos pressed together, her fingers finding the clasp of your bra, letting it fall onto her body before throwing it to the growing pile of clothes scattered on the ground.

"Take these off detka." She groaned, pulling at the waistband of your workout leggings. Her mouth nibbled and kissed at your neck whilst you got rid of them, her gentle hands caressing your back and waist.

She flipped your bodies over, the feeling of her wetness on your lower belly as her hips bucked slightly whilst she straddled you spurring you on, revelling in the feeling of her soft flesh beneath your hands as you held her. Her hand cupped your breast, squeezing the nipple between her fingers as she no doubt left marks behind on the skin of your neck; her fingers danced across your skin before reaching the heat between your thighs, swiping through your folds.

"So wet for mommy." She rasped, breath hot against the lobe of your ear. "Fuck, I've missed your taste." She sighed after she licked the wetness from her fingers, your body flushing under her sultry stare from above you. Her lips crashed back to yours whilst she rubbed circles over your wet clit, your coil tightening at the pleasure. "I forgot how good you look under me, breathing hard whilst I touch you. Does that feel good?" She looked down at you biting her lip, watching as your breathing grew heavy through parted lips.

"Yes mommy, s-so good." You choked out, pleasure building as her fingers drew circles around your hardened bud. She repositioned herself to straddle your thigh, the warm, wet feeling of her centre pushing against your skin.

"Is this okay moy detka? Mommy getting off on your thigh?" The seductive rasp of her breathy voice only turned you on more, hands gripping her hips to help move her body along you at a rhythmic pace, quick and desperate as she chased after her second orgasm.

Before long the sound of moans filled the room, panting breaths and the sound of one another's slick arousal echoing throughout the bedroom; kisses grew sloppy as grunts of pleasure bounced between your mouths, growing so hot and desperate the teeth often clashed. She felt you growing closer to the edge, moving her kisses back to your neck, you remembered how she likes to hear you when you're climaxing, her ear close to your mouth. She smirked against your skin as you groaned out in pleasure, body shaking slightly as the wave ripped through your body, fingertips digging into her hips.

You continued to guide her along your thigh, her movements growing sloppy and erratic as she climbed nearer and nearer. Her eyes scrunched closed, mouth falling open as a guttural moan tumbled from her lips, chest rising and falling rapidly with flushed skin as she came - her juices spilling onto the bare skin of your thigh as she slumped onto you in your embrace.

"You're so good to your mommy, detka." She panted, rolling off your body and laying next to you with an arm draped over your waist as she tried to catch her breath.

"I missed this." You smiled, her face mirroring the expression.

"So have I. I love you Y/N."

"What?" You asked, shocked at her statement, freezing slightly at her words.

"I love you, I have for a while but things got complicated."

"Yeah, you got married Wands." You giggled, twirling strands of her hair between your fingers.

"I've never loved Vision the way I love you and he makes me so unhappy now. I've been considering a divorce for a while."

"You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, makes you know how beautiful you are. I love you Wanda and I will be that person if you want me to be - I'll be with you every step of the way." You spoke, intertwining your fingers with hers as she held her hand out to you; the way her naked body feels pressed against yours feeling right.

"You will? There's gonna be shit to sort out and it'll be the twins too. You'd do that?"

"Of course." You smiled at her, watching as she sat up and leaned over you, pressing a series of kisses on your lips, smiling against you.

"I'm gonna show you how much that means to me." She smirked as she kissed down your body, tongue pressing against your clit.

Translations:

detka - baby moy detka - my baby dorogy - darling

[marvelanddumbstuff]

AIGHT GUYS FIRST TIME WRITING A SMUT FANFIC THIS IS GONNA BE FILTHY.

Summary: Nat wants your attention, and what better way to get it than to flirt with Wanda Maximoff?

Warnings: Degradation, Praise, strap on sex, WLW, Natasha Romanoff being extremely hot, smut, flirting while in a established relationship, dom/sub dynamics. (Tell me if I missed anything) Established consent. Swearing.

(I love Wanda just because R hates her in this fic doesn’t signify anything I swear)

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‘If that maximoff doesn’t get her hand of my girlfriend, she isn’t gonna have hands.’ You seethed, a little surprised at your own anger. You’d never pegged yourself for the jealous type, but Natasha was YOUR girlfriend. You just had to give her a reminder.

pushing yourself off of the counter you were leaning on and walking over to them, stopping to give Wanda a faux smile and to grab Nats arm. she met your eyes and immediately complied, though you could see a small smile tugging at her lips. Wanda, however, was much less compliant.

“What are you doing?! We were having a conversation!” She even stomped her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. God you hated her, you wanted to punch her in her arrogant face .but you just glared back and said.

“Conversation, or trying to get in my girlfriends pants? There’s a difference, witch.” Natasha’s eyes widened at your bold statement as you continued pulling her to your room down the hall. You shut the door behind you and pressed her body into the wall.

Prepare for the horrible smut

“Do you think it’s funny to be a brat, whoring yourself out when your needy?” Your breath fanned over her ear as you pinned her hands above her head with one hand. she shook her head, and looked at you with a mix of desperation and lust. God, she was so pretty.

“You need to use your words for mommy, otherwise she’s gonna have to punish you even more than she’s already going to.” Natasha whined and bucked her hips up into you, just like a desperate whore would.

“Please, Fuck me, I won’t be a brat just do something please.” She panted, and you finally took your other hand to removing her pants. Once you reached her underwear you just tore straight threw it, and then removed your own pants.

You walked over to the drawer across from the room and grabbed your biggest strap, adjusting it so it fit snugly. Natasha’s eyes roamed over the strap and you smiled.

“Is this okay, Detka?” You asked her, wanting to know if she was fine with it before continuing.

“Yes, it’s great, now please, please fuck me.” You tut quitly. “Always so needy, aren’t you?” She just nods, and you run your strap through her wet folds, testing the reactions you can get from her.

Your growing impatient, and you diver your strap into her glistening pussy, relishing in the loud moan she lets out as you bottom out.

“Do you want me to move, baby?” You say after a minute, digging your nails into her hips.

“Please, mommy, please fuck me into submission!” She cries, tired of how long it’s taking.

You don’t respond, instead drawing your strap Almost all the way out and slamming it back in, and she cries out, your hand going to her mouth.

“You wouldn’t want Maximoff to hear you acting like a slut, would you?” You ask her.

“Let them hear. I don’t care everyone in this compound hears how well you fuck me, mommy.” You can’t control your moan at that, rocking your hips back and forth, enjoying her cries of pleasure as you speed up your pace as you will.

She’s panting and shaking around your strap, and you can tell she’s being stretched dumb, her eyes rolling in to the back of her head as she cums around your strap, and you look at her dazed form. Hair strewn across her face, cheeks red and eyes dilated.

“Now I guess it’s time for that punishment.” You say, smiling.

“That wasn’t it?” Her eyes go wide and you just chuckle in response and kiss her lips.

“Not. Even. Close.”

[starkerhowlter]

Daddy Stark’s Surprise

Ship: starker Rating: Explicit Contains: DD/LB, Feminization, biting, Consensual Power play, light Choking, slut-naming, namecalling, degradation, begging, praise-kink, Mirror Sex, Daddy Kink, dom/sub... probably more. Words: 2953 Summary: What Should Peter do to make this Valentine's Day better and different than others? How can he make this one unique?

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A/N: Oh, my Gods! I'm posting my first smut fic.... By far, this is not my first smut fic I have ever written. Instead, this is the first time I have posted it!!! Woohoo!!! I hope you love it as much as I do! Also, this is sort of a companion fic to this fic, but it can be read alone!

Thank you so so soooooo much to my beta, @plueschpop​! Be sure to go and give her ALL the love for her help in bringing this fic to life.

Peter looks at the outfit laying on the bed, excitedly. He checks his phone again, waiting for the text from Tony that says he's home. Instead, he gets a notification from J.A.R.V.I.S. that Tony wants to see him in the living area.

"There he is!" Peter smiles at the man, waiting to see what's in store. "Happy Valentine's day, princess."

Peter's face brightens when he sees the Spider-bear holding a bouquet of roses on the couch. He picks the stuffed toy up and hugs it to his chest, and then hugs Tony, "Thank you, Tony, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" The billionaire laughs and kisses his boyfriend's forehead,

"I'm not done with you yet, Peter. I have some other surprises for you."

The boy tilts his head, curiously, innocently. "What do you mean?"

"I have a few other surprises for you tonight, baby." Tony purrs, "Starting with this." He pulls a box out of his jacket pocket, slipping it into the 21-year-old's hands.

"Wha--" Peter opens the box, accidentally dropping the lid in surprise, "How did you--"

Tony smiles as the boy removes the necklace from the box, and looks at the charm. The little heart gem, brown like his eyes, sits with a tiny golden crown over it. The heart around the little gem meets at the crown reads "Peter" on one side and "Tony" on the other. It's perfect. He smiles as he shows Nat, Wanda, and Carol. All three coo and giggle with him. Thor wraps an arm around Tony's shoulders,  commenting on how the gift was a magnificent choice.

Peter drops the necklace into Tony's hand, smiling shyly. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing, I just want you to help me put it on." Peter smiles and turns around.

Tony smiles at the boy's face and places the charm just beneath his collar bone and connects the clasp behind his head. The boy shivers at the feeling of his nails brushing his spine, and squeaks at the kiss pressed to the base of his head.

"I'm gonna go see what Bucky's doing up there..." He murmurs, "Meet you upstairs soon, princess?"

"U-Uhm... No!" His voice cracks, as it does when he panics, "I'll come and get you!"

Tony laughs, somewhere deep in his throat, and releases the boy, "Alright..." he draws out the 'i' sound, and then walks in the opposite direction of the team and his young boyfriend.

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Once inside of their shared apartment, Peter looks at the lingerie he has laying on the bed. It all feels like too much, but he knows that his daddy will love it. The idea that Tony may tear the boyshorts sends tingles up his spine. With a deep breath, Peter begins stripping. First his T-shirt, then his jeans, and then his boxers. Carefully, he folds his clothes and places them in the hamper. "Mr Stark is going to love this."

He starts with the Miniskirt-boyshorts combo. Carefully sliding the lacey material up his thighs, making sure everything is covered enough to be teasing. Next, he rolls the little white fishnets up his legs, settling the band at his midthigh. It looks perfect. The bralette comes next. Tony hasn't ever seen him in one before, but he had tested the theory with photos from lingerie magazines left around their house. He always makes sure to leave them open on the men in the outfits, being sure that there is an emphasis on which one Peter likes. He has also varied the choices. From more masculine picks, like boxers and a tight tee, to more feminine picks like the outfit he's wearing now. Peter always notices that Tony lingers more when they're feminine selections than he does when they are masculine.

Silently, he hopes that Tony wouldn't realize the fact that the outfit doesn't fit right. His thighs have grown since he started working out for Spiderman. His hips have widened naturally, causing the rest of his body to change shape too. Clearly, this piece was meant for a female user, but he vows to keep it on, no matter the fact that the band at the base of the bralette touches his abs slightly higher than it does on the model. He will be okay. "Tony's gonna love it," he tells his reflection, making sure everything is perfect.

"Hey, Fri?" "Yes, Peter?"

"Can you turn on the reference photos I had you save earlier?"

"Sure, Peter." She lights up his mirror with all of the files that Peter had saved. Every photo of the pink eyeshadows, brown eyeliners and lipglosses lay against the mirror. He sighs, trying to mimic the photos of the models and coverboys. He fusses over it until his eyes look perfect. Pink eyeshadow, a little brown eyeliner and just enough lipgloss to make his lips look soft. Before leaving the room, he grabs a sheer black robe.

"Do I look too feminine?" he asks his reflection before walking out of the apartment. It was risky, sure. He could get caught, he could get kicked out, a lot of things could happen...

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"Sir, everything is ready for you~" Peter calls, leaning against the wall, thin fingers playing with his new necklace.

Upon noticing that Bucky is sitting there as well, he yelps and wraps the black robe around his midriff, "Oh, sorry, Mr Barnes, sir! I didn't realize you were here!"

"It's okay, Peter. Also, remember how I told you to call me Bucky?" Bucky smiles, trying hard to look away.

"Right, sorry" Peter smiles at Tony's laugh, waiting for him to reason with him.

After what feels like forever Tony rises, patting Bucky's knee, "Right, I've gotta go take care of... that... Ahem... Don't stay up here pouting for too long, okay?" Bucky shrugs, causing Peter to smile sympathetically at him. He turns though when Tony begins heading towards him.

'Finally,' Peter thinks as Tony presses his thin body to the wall.

The inventor kisses him, "Did you see how hard of a time you were giving Barnes? He couldn't take his eyes off you. For a reason." Peter blushes, his cheeks dark pink as he hides his face in Tony's neck. "Aww, baby's shy~"

"Shush!!" He tries to sink inside the sheer material wrapped around his body. "Can we... Can we go upstairs, please?"

Tony laughs darkly, "Why, worried he'll hear your pretty noises, princess?" No matter how much Tony expected it, the nod Peter replies with catches him off guard, "What if he wants to?"

"Will you two go away!" Bucky laughs.

Tony laughs, chasing the young scientist down the hall, "Go. Go Go!" In the elevator, Tony nearly dies laughing, pushing the button repeatedly. "I swear, both of our lives flashed before my eyes right then."

"Oh yeah?" Peter smirks, "Are you scared, sir?"

"Of what? Do you think I'm scared of Barnes? No. Not anymore. I have no reason to be. He's dating one of my best friends!" Tony smiles sliding his arm around the younger's waist before leading him out of the elevator and into their apartment.

The moment that Peter's back hits the closed door, he knows the answer to his earlier suspicions. Tony won't stop staring at him, as though trying to decide just how he wants to take the boy apart. "So," Peter finally breaks the silence, "I'm guessing you like your surprise?"

Tony laughs breathlessly, "What gave you that impression?"

"Oh, I don't know, could it be the fact that you are looking at me like you want to eat me? Maybe the way you can't stop eye-fucking me? Or maybe it's the fact that you're --" Peter grabs Tony through his skinny jeans, "hard for me right now, Mr Stark." The younger takes his glossy bottom lip between his teeth, chewing the side seductively. "Fuck..." He whispers, hoping the other doesn't catch it. Tony's cock always felt so good in his hand. Heavy, hard, perfect.

"What was that, Petey?" He presses the spiderboy's body harder against the door, causing his grip to release, and his head to fall back. "I forget how fucking needy you get for me. So wanton just from touching my hardon through my jeans? That's a new level of easy." Peter shivers, a fruitless attempt at getting some sort of friction.

"Daddy..." He whines, trying to get his attention, but failing.

"You know, I could tell you were nervous to show me this, Princess. Were you worried I wouldn't like it?" He runs his hand down the young scientist's chest, teasing his nipples through the thin bralette, "Worried that I would think you look bad?" His hand continues its journey downwards, to the band of the micromini, "Were you worried that I would cast you out?" Peter nods silently, feeling called out. "Well, I wouldn't dream of it, Peter. You look amazing! I can't get past how delectable you look right now. This skirt looks perfect on you."

"Show me?" Peter asks, offhandedly. At that moment, Tony has never been more thankful for the wall of mirrors in their room. The inventor takes Peter's hand, pulling him down the hallway. "Where are we going?"

"You asked me to show you, baby." He replies when they enter the bedroom. "And I plan to stick to my word." Tony intertwines their fingers, pressing his hand to the back of Peter's. He takes his now open palms and places them on the mirror's glass surface. Afterwards, he taps the toe of his shoe against Peter's ankle softly, causing him to spread his feet. Streaks-be-damned, because nothing looks better than Peter does right now. The young Queens boy looks amazing, head down, hands spread on the mirror, and legs far enough apart that it causes him to stick his ass out to keep his balance, the small charm that marks Tony's ownership dangles between himself and his reflection. "Now, little spider," Tony growls in his ear, "look at yourself."

Peter raises his head and catches sight of their reflection. The whimper that tears from his throat sounds wrecked, needy. "W-woah." His flushed cheeks tint pink as his chest rises and falls, clearly turned on. Peter casts his glance down to his microskirt and catches sight of the precum already smearing across his lower stomach.

"Look how fucking needy you are, baby. Already desperate for my hands on your body?"

"Yes, Mr Stark."

"Where would you like them?" He asks, "Here?" Tony places his hands on the boy's waist as he begins kissing his neck from behind, licking the chain lightly.

"Yes, Mr Stark," Peter repeats, knowing what it does to the other man. He doesn't know when, but his eyes slip shut. About the same time, his breathing speeds up, causing his heart to pound.

"A-a-ah, Peter. I want you to keep eye contact with yourself. Watch your face as I take you apart."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" Tony asks as he sinks his teeth into the side of Peter's neck, leaving a perfectly angry ring of teeth divots behind.  A shiver wracks Peter's body. "Oh, you liked that? You like when daddy sinks his teeth into your neck, marking you as his?" The boy nods, pushing his ass back into Tony's crotch. "Fuck, Peter, don't."

"Don't what, sir?" Peter feigns innocence, "Do this?" he presses back again, grinding his ass harder. "Does that turn you on?" his voice sounds mocking, as though he's trying to feel bad for him, but it's more fun to laugh, "Pity, you look so pretty like that."

"Where's that confidence coming from, Peter?" Tony asks as his fingers trace over the younger's throat, touching the bite mark he'd previously made. His other hand continues its venture down Peter's body, pressing in some places and scratching in others. At his mid-thigh, Tony stops. "These are the best part of this whole look, baby boy." He snaps the band of the fishnets against Peter's thigh, causing him to gasp.

"Mr Stark, please!" He begs, pressing again, trying to get the dom to crack. "I just need you to... Please!" His voice cracks as he begs, the comments coming out ragged.

"God, Princess, I haven't even gotten you undressed and you're already whimpering for me. May I take this off, baby?" He asks, snapping the back band of the bralette. Peter squeaks, arching towards the mirror, nodding. Tony smiles, satisfied with the response, "Off." With the single statement, Peter's scrambling to get the fabric off of his body. "Skirt too." Peter follows orders, stripping in front of the mirror, maintaining eye contact with Tony's reflection. "Fuck, baby. We may have to do the mirror thing another day."

"What's wrong, daddy? Struggling to keep your cool just because your baby stripped?" Peter smirks, grinding back. Tony's nails drag across his abdomen, leaving thin red tracks in their place. "Please, daddy."

"Please. Please what?" Tony struggles out, "What do you want? Wanna show off for me? Or do you want daddy to get you off while you watch yourself? Hm? Because after we do that, I plan to fucking rail you into the bed," He growls.

"All of it, please daddy! Whatever you want, just wanna cum for you!" He whines, all of his snarkiness melting away. "Please, I wanna be good for you! Please, please, please!"

"How's this?" Tony walks the two backwards, before sinking to the floor. "C'mon, little boy, sit down with me." Peter nods, sitting with his back to Tony's chest, leaning against him. Tony leans back against the bed, sliding his hand back between the other's legs.

"C-can you take your shirt off, daddy?" Peter murmurs, already beyond wrecked.

"What?" He asks, leaning his head over the boy's shoulder.

"C-can you take off your shirt, daddy, please?" He asks again, trying to raise his voice.

Tony chuckles, "Sure, little one." the inventor strips off the AC/DC Tee he'd been working in, smiling at how quickly Peter leans back against him.

"Like feeling you everywhere." He murmurs, nestling back against Tony's scarred chest. Tony smiles, kissing his neck and shoulder. His mechanic's fingers creep along Peter's inner thigh, appreciating how he shivers, how his hips jump when Tony's fingers finally touch his dick. "Pretty baby boy. Look at yourself." Peter picks his head up off of Tony's shoulder, opening his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror just a few meters from them. "God, baby."

Tony slides his hand down the other's shaft, playing with the vein, and the underside of the tip. "Play with my nipples, daddy, please!" Peter begs, arching up when his other hand slides up to pinch at his little pink nubs. The younger whimpers helplessly, watching his cock twitch and his chest wrack with each little shiver. "Please, more!" Tony drops the boy's dick, moving his fingers down past his balls ghosting them just underneath, pressing on his perineum. He gasps, moaning.

"Can you get the lube for me, baby? Out of the drawer right there?" Peter nods wordlessly, reaching up to the drawer, whimpering at the loss of Tony's warmth. "Thank you." He murmurs, taking the bottle. "Come sit back against me, Peter. It's time I give you your rightful attention."

After a bit of scuffling and whining, Peter's got fingers back on his nipple and thighs. "Please, just... I need your fingers, daddy."

"You have them. Just not where you want them. Isn't that right, baby?" Peter nods, trying to move his hips. He attempts to work his hands downwards, hoping that at least one will end up on his hole.

"What's the jerking for, baby? Is there something you want?"

"Y-your fingers."

"Clearly but where?" Tony growls, popping open the lube and squirting some on his fingers.

"Here!" Peter grabs his wrist, dragging his lubed fingers down to his core, trying to get the point across.

"Aw, are you wanting daddy to finger you?"

"Yes, please, Mr Stark!" He begs, trying to push the fingers inside of himself.

"Alright. First things first, this" He grabs Peter's hip and pulls him back against him, "has got to stop. You may be a slut, but you /are not/ a whore. Quit. Fucking. Acting. Like. It." Tony pushes his forefinger into his asshole, causing Peter to melt against him. "What's your safeword, baby?" Tony asks, working the finger in.

"I-it's red." He gasps, pressing down onto Tony's finger, "M-More!" Tony presses a second finger to his hole, pushing it into the fluttering ring carefully. "Such a good boy for me." Peter whimpers at the praise, silently begging for a third finger. Tony grants the wish, pushing a third finger alongside the other two. "I--'m close, sir!" Peter begs, "Please, let me cum!"

"Why should I? You look so good like this."

"Please! I can't wait any longer!" he whimpers, little broken mewls slip from his mouth as precum pools at the head of his cock. "Daddy!" he gasps, trying to plead with Tony's reflection.

"Look at yourself, Baby. Watch daddy's little slut in the mirror. Watch how he falls apart, crying my name. I wanna watch you beg, princess."

"Please, daddy?" He tries, knowing good and well that it's not enough, "I'll be so good for you!"

"More."

"Please, daddy! Please! Please! Please!" Peter whimpers, jutting his hips up into the air, hoping for some sort of release. "Please, Mr Stark, it feels so good!"

"Fuck, Peter," Tony growls, biting at his neck. "Cum for me. But do not break eye contact. "

With a final broken whimper, Peter releases. "Thank you, daddy!" He presses against the man's hands, whining at the overstimulation, "Thank you, daddy."

"Don't thank me yet, princess. Now, it's time for your real present."

[canumoveurseatup-no]

Lush pt.2

From my new miniseries Lush Life

Summary: You and Steve have now set the rules for your new relationship and things are going extremely well. With an influx of college work and trying to do well with your internship, you get too deep into your own head and Steve is there to help you release that stress.

Pairing: Dom!Steve x Black!SubCamGirl!Reader

WC: 4.7K

Warnings: 18+!!! daddy kink, Dom/sub dynamics, subspace, pain kink, tiny bit of angst, aftercare.

A/N: I think Lush is one of my pieces with the most notes and I’m just like WOAH! Thank you all for the support, I hope you all like this part just as much!! If you like it please leave verbal feedback and reblog

Lush’s Rules

Rule #1: Always be honest with Daddy

Rule #2: Don’t be afraid to safe word, you will not be punished for it.

Rule #3: Punishment will always fit your actions

Rule #4: Never exceed each other’s hard limits unless consented beforehand

Rule #5: Confide in Daddy when it comes to your stressors and personal matters

Rule #6: I may be your Dom but you set the pace, don’t be intimidated

Rule #7: Don’t be bratty. It will result in a punishment.

Daddy’s Rules

Rule #1: Be patient with me, I am new to this.

Rule #2: Don’t be afraid to safe word if I ask for something out of your comfort zone

Rule #3: Don’t be afraid to discipline me

Rule #4: Be honest and don’t be afraid to open up

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After that night, you and Steve had set terms for each other and things were going smoothly. The team had been badgering him to let them know what he thought of Camgirl Clubhouse and all he said was “he found what he needed and was sticking with it”. While the other guys were talking about their favorites, Steve kept you a secret. They were practically begging him to let them know the details so they could search for the very cam model that pulled Steve out of his funk and turned him more happy go lucky more than usual.

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“Come on man, how was it?,” Sam urged, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Let’s just say it was more than I bargained for and it was better than I could have ever expected,” Steve smirked at the people interrogating him.

“Oh no, don’t cop out we need more than that,” Bucky nudged him.

You walked in the room, also very chipper but they didn’t expect anything less out of you as that’s how you were, “Hey guys, whatcha dooooin’?,” you smiled cutely at them with your notebook and folder in hand waiting for Happy as he drove you to campus. You’d told Tony thousands of times that you could drive yourself but he said it would give him peace of mind to know you’re getting to and from campus safely.

“Steve here busted a few last night thanks to some mystery camgirl and he won’t tell us who. It’s a bit selfish, we want in,” Nat crossed her arms and stared at Steve. You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to keep in a chuckle. So now you know where he got the idea of visiting the site from in the first place.

“Nat!,” Steve scolded, “Not everyone needs to know that,” Steve turned red as if he didn’t just fuck you into the next century last night. Smacking you back and forth between realms, and making you cry tears of ecstasy.

“It’s okay, Stevie. I have my own site that I like to visit and I had a great night as well. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Times have changed. Sex isn’t taboo anymore,” you winked at him and everyone turned back to you in question.

“And what site was that?,” Wanda asked but Vision grimaced at her, “What? I didn’t know there were specific sites for guy cam models,” she defended.

“We’ll talk later,” you told Wanda, knowing she’d probably forget about the conversation before you even came back.

Steve raised a brow at you and rolled his tongue in his cheek before biting it, crossing his arms. He knew you were playing games and he enjoyed the teasing.

“Anyway!,” you grabbed a breakfast shake and a fruit cup out of the fridge after your phone beeped from a notification to let you know Happy just arrived, “I’m glad you could finally relieve some stress Steve. It’s healthy,” you patted his shoulder before skipping out of the room. He watched as your ass and lovely thighs jiggled as you bounced and it reminded him of the way your skin rippled as you lied beneath him calling him Daddy like it was a prayer just 12 hours ago.

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Things were great at first, you were following your rules, you weren’t being bratty and you and Steve were stable in your new relationship, giddy with the fact that it was more than just sex to the both of you. But then your semester hit you like a freight train. You were drowning in essays which you hashed out and did well on but then the internship and the reports were draining you. You were a workaholic and everyone could see that so when you’d run around after being at campus all day and not talk to anyone because you were trying to get shit done, they didn’t blink an eye. But because you and Steve had discussed your exclusive relationship and the dynamics, he wasn’t too fond of it. You were working yourself to death and weren’t acknowledging him and when you did you were bratty and Steve had strictly told you not to be bratty with him.

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“Who do you think you’re getting snippy with?,” Steve’s voice was low as he stepped close to you. No one was in the kitchen or near it, just you two.

“Who do you think you’re getting snippy with?,” you mocked.

Steve took another step close and wrapped his hand around your throat, not enough to have you panicking for air, but enough to let you know he wasn’t in the mood to play with your bratty antics.

“I’m gonna need you to get your shit together. You don’t take your bad attitude out on, Daddy,” he gritted through his teeth. 

You huffed and his grip tightened a bit, expelling a whine from you, “I’m serious, Y/N. Don’t test me,” 

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you frowned.

“Not good enough. You wanna act bratty? Well fine, just know that brats don’t get to cum like good girls and looking at how you’re acting, you’re facing a lot of time without any play from me,” he released his grip on you

“That’s fine,” you shrugged, “I don’t need it,” 

He did that damn thing with his tongue in cheek and biting the inside as he nodded again, “Remember that,” He kissed your forehead and walked away. You knew you just fucked up, but you were too deep to try and go back to fix it. You’d still get a punishment either way.

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But you were so deep in your own head that the specific rule had slipped your mind. You had accepted Steve as your dominant because you needed that structure in your life and you were finally getting it but with everything going on, you paid it no mind.

“Y/N, I’m gonna need you to take a break,” Steve came up behind you in the lab while Tony and Bruce took a lunch break, class was cancelled today so you took this as the chance to finish up those damned reports, “Not for me but for yourself, you’re running yourself into the dirt, baby,” His hands held your waist lightly and he kissed the back of your head. As much as you wanted to meld your body into his, you had to focus, “I-I can’t I’m almost finish, then I’ll take my break,”

You heard him sigh behind you and he turned you to look him in the eyes, “Baby, I’m not gonna ask again. You wanted structure, I’m trying to give it to you but you’re not listening,” Steve spoke in a stern tone and you felt a few bricks from your wall get chipped off.

You were so close to giving in but you had to finish, “I-I can’t, Stevie... just let me finish and I-,”

“You’re off to a bad start. First you’ve been acting bratty all week then when I ask you to take a break so you don’t drive yourself insane, you ignore it and talk back. Keep it up and you’ll find yourself with a punishment and not a fun one,” his nostrils flared and you gave him puppy dog eyes before biting your lip and turning back to your laptop to finish the report.

“Suit yourself,”

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And suited yourself you did. Now you found yourself in the corner of your bathroom with uncooked rice under your knees.

“Daddy, it hurts,” you whined. He had set a timer for 15 minutes in time out then you’d be done.

“Each time you whine I add a minute, each minute you spend quietly, I deduct two. It’s really up to you,” Steve sat on the edge of the tub with a smirk and you whined quietly. He knew you’d enjoy being spanked so he took another route. Kneeling on uncooked rice. You had set a list of punishments that you were okay with and though the idea of this was new to you, you were willing to try it. You felt yourself starting to sink back on your heels but Steve yanked you up straight by your collar, “Stay upright, baby or I add time,”

You were having a hard time following this. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stared back at you and that’s when you felt yourself starting to regress into subspace, you didn’t quite know that though as it never really happened to you before but with Steve, it happened naturally. In this moment, only you and Steve existed. Not the rice under your knees, not the dripping faucet from when Steve put water on your knees to make the rice stick, not even the TV playing in your room, it was just you two. You were so dizzy with thought that you didn’t realize he deducted your time because you were so quiet.

He brought you up to your feet and kissed your lips, barely touching them. You moved into him and your hands tangled in his shirt, “I need you, Daddy,” you huffed and you knew he’d deliver, but not without the price of sexual punishment as well. He carried you to the bed and locked the door, telling FRIDAY to turn on the soundproof setting before going into your closet and taking out your fuck machine. He removed your panties and big shirt, just admiring each inch of your body. He kissed your thighs and you sighed in content. You couldn’t really describe your headspace but it was like a big cloud that you just continued to sink down as the time passed and it felt wonderful.

He spread your legs and ran his finger up and down your slit, teasing your clit until he started to see you glisten with your juices. He leaned forward and gave your clit little licks in which you tried to close your legs to shy away from. He forced your legs open and spanked the inside of your thigh,

“Don’t do that. Stay open for, Daddy,”

“Y-yes, Daddy. I apologize,” your hands were by your head and they clenched into fists as he slowly ate you out. Your mind was like a corset and he was slowly unraveling the ribbon ties. He pushed two fingers into you and you sucked in a sharp breath, letting him please you. All that was on your mind was Steve. The man who quite literally, signed a ‘contract’ to be your Dominant and take care of you in every aspect, inside the bedroom and out. When it came to BDSM and your Dominant and submissive dynamics, it was more than just blindfolds and ball gags. It was a connection and bind that only the people in the relationship understood because each relationship is different.

He continued licking your clit as he pumped his fingers, you tangled your fingers in his hair but he wasn’t with you touching him right now. He removed his fingers from you and laced them with yours to keep your arms pinned. His face was buried in your pussy as you moved your hips again his mouth. He let you have your fun as you cursed out at the air about how good his mouth felt. “Daddy, may I cum?,” you asked. Your hips started to stutter as you were climbing the mountain that was your orgasm and was about to reach the peak. Steve smiled against you as he flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit, sucking your lips into his mouth and slurping all the juices you were giving him. He withdrew when he felt your walls flutter against his tongue, you were coming up on your first orgasm of the night, but like he said, brats don’t get to come like good girls. You cried out when you were denied, from this, you sunk further into that cloud. Haziness starting to take over completely.

He pulled you further to the edge of the bed and pushed your machine toward you. He spread your slick lips open and placed the head of the dildo right at your opening before taking the remote and turning it on. The machine starting to slowly fuck you and you tried to crawl backwards, away from it but Steve straddled your stomach and started playing with your hardened nipples.

“It’s just you and me tonight, baby. No camera, no audience, just you and me and I’m gonna get you how I want you. So be a good girl and take it, I’ll reward you when I feel you’ve deserved it okay? Can you be a good girl for daddy?”

You peered up at him and your eyes glistened, your mouth hung slightly open before squeaking out an “Uh huh” and a small nod, “I- I promise I’ll be good, Daddy,”

“Good,” he wickedly smiled at you and turned up the pace of the machine, making it go faster.

“Oh G-God!,” the machine was hitting deep and hitting all the right spots, “I don’t wanna be a bad girl and cum w-without your permission, D-Daddy. Make it stop I’m gonna cuuuum,” you warned.

He pulled his cock out of pants and was jerking himself off right in front of your face, “Bet it doesn’t feel as good as Daddy now does it?,” He smirked darkly.

“N-nooo,” 

He slapped his leaking head against your lips and you easily opened, knowing what he wanted. He leaned forward on the bed and straightened himself out, fucking your mouth as the machine fucked you. This was like a wet dream come true. His thighs and ass flexed as he fucked your face down into the bed. You gagged against him but that only encouraged him to go harder, his fingers curl into the bed comforter and his growls of pleasure resonated from deep within him, the way swears left his mouth had you close to cumming all over again. 

“Such a good little whore taking my cock deep in your throat like this. Love the way you choke on me, your lungs begging for air,” he thrusts and your back arches with a gag.

He pulls out and huffs, swearing to himself before sitting up to straddle you again. He tugged at your nipples and twisted them making you yell out in slight pain. He slowed down the machine and leaned forward to attach his mouth to your nipples. He knew your nipples were highly sensitive and any contact could have you almost cumming right then and there. Teeth tugging, tongue swirling, you were moaning out for him to stop or else you’re gonna cum but he didn’t. He then turned up the machine and you were convulsing under him completely.

“Please Daddy! I don’t wanna be a bad girl, I wanna be good!,” easily overwhelmed in this state you got emotional and hid your face in your hands. You felt yourself gushing and cried out louder from the intensity. Steve didn’t slow down though, the sucking noises only got louder and the machine got turned up faster. The deliciously sloppy noises of the toy fucking you took over the ringing in your ears.

“Daddyyyy!!!,” you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away to look at you in your eyes. You were dazed and confused, it was like you were having an outer body experience. He stared back at you and noticed the glint, the look in your eyes was foreign but he was into it, it made his dick harder and he knew if something was up you’d safe word.

“I-I just came w-without your permission,” your bottom lip quivered but he only kissed you.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve decided to let you cum as much as you can tonight. Let me do my job and take care of you,”

He stopped the machine and pushed it away from you to crawl in between your legs and turn you around. You could hear him pulling his pants down all the way then felt his thick girth push into you. You gripped the sheets and felt yourself slip into your cloud even more. He held your hips and buried himself deep, this was different than the machine, this was real, this was your man’s dick fucking into you, fitting like a tailored suit and you felt your toes curl. You were panting and whining into the covers as he picked up the pace.

The way his dick rubbed perfectly against your soaking, ridged walls had your eyes rolling and the tears flowing. He took your hands and kept them latched behind your back and pulled you into him. Your head hung as your body had gone limp from the pleasure. He wrapped a hand around your throat and sat you up right.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you, baby?,” he grunted into your ear as he squeezed the sides of your throat. You felt your air supply shorten and your senses heighten. Your ass bounced against his pelvis at the fast pace he was going. He loved that, he loved the way the skin on his thighs stung as yours bounced off his from the way his body met yours.

“Daddy’s good girl,” you were almost incoherent and you felt yourself tighten around him again, “Pleeeaase! Please d-daddy ah!,” you tried to scream but it got lodged in your throat.

“Please what? Speak up, good girls speak up for what they want,”

Thing is, you couldn’t speak up. You were whining from the feeling and couldn’t speak. You were impressionable in this state so when he said that, you in turn felt like you were a bad girl because you didn’t speak up, couldn’t... speak up. You wanted to be a good girl for your Daddy, but you were feeling so much. “You’re so wet, baby. You feel so good. Cum for me again,”

“I- I- nnnnn,” your thighs shook as you came again, it trickled down your thighs, the shiver that ran through you didn’t match the feeling of your warm cum.

Steve had gone into his own headspace. He was connected with you and experiencing his own euphoria of seeing you in this state. He had to try and control himself harder than usual so he wouldn’t choke you so hard to the point you passed out, though you’d love that in this moment. You were practically inaudible and just weeping. 

You were experiencing too much euphoria you had no choice but to cry, it’s like you died but were resurrected and all your senses were dialed to a thousand. Your sense of touch had your skin feeling like it was a soft pillow and every ounce of contact from Steve had you shivering and your skin tingling. Your sense of smell, you could smell his clean cologne along with the sweat of you two, you could smell the trace of wintergreen mints on his breath. Your sight, despite the tears, it’s like everything was in technicolor, so bright and vivid. Your sense of taste, you could taste him on you from when he kissed you, it was a sweet and subtle taste. Your hearing, you could hear the clock ticking, you could hear the cars way below the tower and the birds calling and flying by, you could hear the way Steve moaned and huffed, it sounded like he was in your head, it was all overwhelming you. 

Steve pulled out and flipped you over on your back again, reentering you and you scratched down his back.

“H-hurt m-me, Daddy. I need I-it, I need it t-to let go,” you gasped and your eyes were having a hard time staying open, “Please!,”

Steve knew you were under a lot of stress right now so he half expected you to ask for that. He took a moment to pull back and asked you what color you were at, “G-g-gold,” Gold meant great and go ahead but he was still cautious. When you wrapped your legs around him he went harder and started biting along your neck and chest giving your nipples harsh nips. You begged him to slap you a few good times and he did just that. Cause your face to heat up from the contact. The sounds of him smacking you were like ad libs to the beat of the song that was your ass getting clapped by him, with your moans and his grunts as the the guitar riffs and the emotion behind it all being the meaning of the song itself. It was beautiful.

“F-fuck me harder, please! I won’t be a brat anymore I pr-promise, Daddy! I won’t be bad, I don’t wanna be bad!,” you sobbed into his shoulder and he went as hard as he could, chasing his own orgasm. Your vulnerability becoming his strength as he fucked little squeals out of you. You bit into his shoulder and softly mewled. All the endorphins rushed through your body like a stampede and you felt Steve getting ready to cum.

“Cum in m-me, Daddy. I n-need it,” you weren’t exactly thinking rationally but you were begging and you really wanted it. Subspace or not, you wanted him to cum deep in you and Steve knew if he did, he’d had to ask Bruce on where to get emergency contraceptive but he wasn’t gonna slow down his momentum with that thought.

“Fuck, baby. Y-you feel so good around Daddy’s cock like that. Taking me so well, so good. You’ve proven to daddy you’re not a bad girl, fuck!,” he threw his head back as he came and that’s when it hit you.

Your entire resolve came down and you hit the depths on your headspace and you were cumming endlessly, calling out for Steve and digging your nails into his arms.

“I don’t wanna be bad, Daddy! I promise I won’t be bad anymore! Please let me c-cum,” you were rambling as you hit the highest peak of all peaks. You were so dazed, you were still fucking yourself against him and whining out. “Did I make you happy, Daddy?, I won’t be a brat anymore. D-don’t wanna disappoint you,” you cried and you had Steve confused.

“You didn’t disappoint me, baby. Daddy just wanted you to take a break to take care of yourself,”

You just continued to hold him tight and cry.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you repeated, still rutting up against him, causing Steve to release his own whines from sensitivity

“Slow down, baby. Slow down,” Steve pulled back and held your wet face in his hands, “Calm down baby,”

“I won’t be a brat anymore... I- I just... it all has been hard and I..,”

“Baby,” he cooed, “Slow down. It is okay. Daddy is here to take all those thoughts away. I’m gonna pull out now, okay?,”

“Nooo!,” you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, “Just wanna feel you. Need to feel you,” you whispered.

He whispered loving words to calm you down, kissing down your neck and along your cheeks, he ran his hands along your body to soothe you as you just kept apologizing.

“You’re the best baby girl I could ever ask for. You didn’t disappoint Daddy, there’s no need to apologize. You made me very proud. You work so hard and I’m proud of you. Just promise me you’ll take breaks so you don’t break down like this okay?,” he kissed your nose as you had your eyes closed, softly rolling your head side to side.

“I promise and I promise I won’t be bratty anymore,” you pouted and he softly smiled, kissing your cute little pout.

“You’re fine, Y/N. I’ve got you, don’t worry. Just melt into Daddy. Trust me,”

You sighed and felt all your problems melt away as he continued to whisper in your ear. “I’m so lucky to have you as mine. So glad I’m your Daddy. You make me feel so many good things, I can’t thank you enough for being my good girl,”

You whimper at his words and raise up on your elbows, opening your eyes to find him staring intensely back at you. He looked so worried but so content at the same time.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” He pulled out of you and the wet sounds filled the room. You softly groan as he does so and he just shushes you as he picks you up.

“FRIDAY, run the bathwater, please. Not too hot though,”

“Of course, Captain,”

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“Looving you, has made my life so beautiful,” Steve softly sung to you as you slowly drank from your water bottle, “And everyday of my liiife, is filled with looving you. La la la la la,”

“La la la la la,” you joined him as he washed your back, “La la la la la, la la la laaa,”

“Duuun-duun du duu,” he continued, “Hit it,” he smiled

“Aaaaaahhh,” you finished with the high pitched squeal and he laughed at you, ringing the water of the wash cloth down your back.

“Thank you, Steve,” your voice was low but you used his real name to let him know you were back in the real world and no longer in your headspace.

“It’s nice to have you back,” Steve laughed. He pulled you up into his chest to kiss your shoulder, “How are you feeling?,”

“Relieved. Tension free. I’m sorry I’ve been so bratty. This is still new to me and I just-,”

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize for reacting like a normal human being and cracking under pressure. But your brattiness is something we will work on regardless,” He finished cleaning you up all over as you finished your snack of gummies and then you helped him wash himself with his own wash cloth.. 

Once the bubbles are off of you both, he drains the water and helps you stand up to dry you off. He swaddles you like a baby after wrapping his own towel around himself, once your teeth are brushed and your face is wash, he carries you into your room and softly placing you on the bed. He grabs your Johnson’s bedtime lotion and starts at your feet and moving his way up, working the lotion into your skin. He’s come to find out that this helps you after an intense scene in the bedroom and he’ll pull every stop to make sure you feel better and cared for. That is his priority.

 He goes into your closet and finds a sweatshirt of his (that he had been looking for), takes it off the hanger and moves back to you to help you put it on. He helps you wrap your hair (courtesy to you spending a whole free day to teach him how to properly do it) and placed your bonnet on before getting himself ready to crawl in the bed beside you. 

He had changed the sheets and covers so they had a fresh and clean lavender smell to them. He pulled you close to him and kissed your cheeks over and over until it elicited a laugh out of you.

“I am so lucky,” he smiled.

“No, I am,” you held his head and rubbed his scalp knowing it was his turn for aftercare. It’s not just the sub that needs aftercare, it’s the Dom as well as scenes take just as much out of them.

“You take such good care of me and I’m so thankful,” you kiss him between his eyebrows and you see his face heat up in a blush, “You’re the best Daddy anyone can ask for. I’m never letting you go,”

His smiled beamed at you as he kissed you one more time, “You’re stuck with me, baby doll,”

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I hope this lived up to y’alls expectations. I know it’s not as dirty as part one but, there’s so much more dirty smut that’ll come out me very soon, so stay tuned.

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[callme-sarge]

Finally

Warnings: Smut 18+ Light dom/sub  

A/n: I have no excuses as to why this is so so late I am simply a garbage human being and writer I rewrote this like fifty times with a different story every time. @satisfactory-to-incredible I am so sorry if this sucks girl but I hope you like it!

“Hey Thor, have you seen Bucky?” You had your hand curled around the back of his neck pulling him down, so you could be heard over the pounding music. He settled a hand at your waist as he glanced around the crowded room.

“He’s at the corner tables with Steven. Why is he glaring at me?” You grinned. If Bucky was acting a little jealous then Steve must have been telling you the truth and he did like you.

You leaned up planting a kiss to Thor’s cheek. “Happy birthday lightening boy, I hope it is as filled with debauchery as last year.” He straightened up letting out a boisterous laugh.

“As it seems my brother and Brunhilde have arrived so I assume it will be even worse than last year.” You waved to the two Asgardians as they passed you on your way to Bucky.

“You just need to up your game.”

“What do you mean Nat.”

“Steve just confirmed what I’ve been telling you for weeks, and you guys already flirt like horny teenagers so y’know just up your game. Get him all worked up, so he can’t hide his feelings anymore and make him confess.”

“Well, it’s not an awful idea.”

“Of course, it isn’t.” Nat pushed away from the table with a sigh.

“Look Thor’s birthday is in a few days Asgardian parties are always insane it’s the perfect place, just give it a try.”

You strutted towards the boys table, the revealing dress you wore giving you even more confidence when you realized Bucky hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you.

Steve let out a whistle when you neared his side. “Y/n you look amazing, I thought you didn’t like getting dressed up like this.” You licked your lips when you turned your head making eye contact with the metal armed soldier.

“Only when the situation calls for it.” His jaw tensed.

“So how are you liking the party so far Steve any girl caught your eye?” You teased poking at his side.

“Nah but I have been thinking since it is an Asgardian party and I never got to get drunk with my friends back in our army days maybe I’ll try and catch up on a little lost time.” He looked down at you his grin matching yours.

“Well Brunhilde is at the bat with Thor if I was you I’d make my way over and pray the serum will protect you from the universes strongest alcohol poisoning.” Steve strummed his fingers on the table and glanced at his best friend who barely growled out a,” Punk…” before Steve said, “Fuck it.” And began shouldering his way through the crowd.

A heavy sigh had you turning back to your real reason for being here. “You know I’m gonna have my hands full with him all night now right?” You leaned your forearms against the table, his eyes shot down to your breasts nearly on full display now.

“Or, you could have your hands full with other things.” His blue eyes were much darker now as he held your gaze. Out of no where there was a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist and you turned to see a very drunk Wanda with Natasha behind her.

“Sorry she took a sip of Thor’s drink and,” She simply motioned to the poor girl who was grinning up at you from your rather awkward position. “So, we’re gonna go see if we can’t sweat some of it out dancing you wanna come.” She ended with a wink and you new it was the perfect chance to tease Bucky even more.    

“I’d love too.” You reached over trailing your hand down Bucky’s forearm. “I’ll see you later James.”

He watched as the three of you walked away silently thanking whoever designed your dress, he knew if there were any brighter lights he would be able to see just what you had on under the hip high slit up your skirt. The way you were dancing, grinding with Nat was doing nothing to quell the growing tightness in his pants. He took a large sip of his whiskey shaking his head.

“Bucky come on.”

“No Steve I told you it’s not gonna happen.”

“What if I told you she likes you too.” He froze. “Nat’s been trying to get her to tell you for weeks she’s scared you don’t see her that way.” He stood chewing his lip Steve’s words running through his head on a loop.

“Look Thor’s party is tonight, talk to her, dance with her, don’t let this go before it even starts just because you’re scared.”

You threw your leg over Natasha’s hip the thin chain around your thigh glittering enticingly, Wanda stood at your back your arm around the back of her neck, all of you laughing at each other but then you looked at him and he was done for. “Now or never you coward.” He muttered.

“Guy’s he’s coming over.” Your body hummed in excitement you were hoping your plan would work out but now that it was your nerves were getting to you.

“Told you it was a good idea.”

“Ya the drunk routine always works.” Wanda laughed grabbing Nat’s hand pulling away from you quickly and when you felt the warm body at your back you knew why. One hand went to your waist as the other wrapped around your torso his hand just under your breast pressing your back tightly to his front.

“You know the dancing has gotten really different since my day,” He leaned down pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “But I can’t say I hate it.” He spun you around before pressing close to you once again, when he slowly started moving you to the beat of the music he leaned down again. “I haven’t danced in a while doll you might have to show me how.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “You sure you can handle it Barnes.” He slid his hand down the curve of your hip to grip the back of your thigh pulling it over his hip. The cool metal of his hand felt amazing on your heated skin you had to bite back a moan.

“I think I can handle you doll face.”

 “Oh my God can they just do it already.” Wanda sipped her drink as she leaned into Vision watching Y/n and Bucky on the dark dance floor.

“The longer the foreplay, the better the sex.”

“Nat.” Wanda chastised.

“Oh come on the tensions been so thick between them if they don’t do it someone’s gonna explode. Plus don’t you want our girl to get laid she’s had a pretty long dry spell because of Barnes.” Steve stumbled into the corner of the bar with Thor laughing behind him both clearly drunk.

“What’s that about Bucky.” He grinned.

“Steve are you drunk?”

“Whaaat. Noo,” He looked back at Thor and they sent themselves into another round of laughter. “Ya, ya we might be a little drunk.”

“Steven and I are going to go play baseball. Loki suggested it would be more fun if we used my hammer as the bat and Steven’s shield as the ball, would you ladies care to join us.”

Wanda’s eyes widened as she stared at Nat, they turned back to the drunk, grinning blondes completely forgetting about Y/n.

“Hell, yes we’ll watch that train wreck.” Nat grabbed her drink and followed them outside, Wanda hot on her heels as Vision followed failing to reason with them.

 “It seems our friends have finally stopped staring.” Bucky’s hands roamed freely over your body as you rolled your body back into him pushing your ass against his hardened length.

“Good I was starting to feel like a zoo exhibit.” He abruptly turned you no longer moving with the music.

“Baby girl I was just waiting until they left, and I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He pressed his forehead to yours trying to slow his breathing. “Do you want this?”

You looked up into his eyes, you knew he meant more than just one night of sex, he looked far to nervous of your answer.

“Of course, I want this Bucky.” You cupped his cheek in your hand. “I want you.” No sooner had the words left your mouth Bucky let out the breath he had been holding, smashing his lips to yours in a needy and demanding kiss. You pull away quickly already feeling light headed.

“Don’t you think we should move this up to your room.” A grin slowly replaced the worried expression that had overtaken his face when you had pulled away. He grabbed your hand and quickly pushed through the crowd towards the elevators, a few people wolf whistled as you passed, you were pretty sure one of them was Tony, but you had no way of proving it.

You reached the elevators as a group was coming off once Bucky hit his floor number and the doors slid shut he rolled over caging you against the wall and his arms. His lips trailed up your neck sucking and biting little marks into your skins while his hand trailed up your thigh gripping you tight.

“I’ve been dying to see what you got on under your dress all night baby girl.” You giggled loving every chance to tease him.

“You really think I’m wearing underwear in this dress? I don’t think so; all the lines would show.” His hand tightened around your thigh as he slowly brought his head up to lock eyes with you, his pupils had nearly overtaken the gorgeous blue of them.

“You mean you were dancing on me like that and you didn’t have a thing on underneath.” You wrapped your fingers around the wrist that held your thigh sliding it higher until he was gripping the smooth skin of your ass.

“Not a damn thing.” The elevator doors opened, and he scooped you up in his arms he held your skirt higher to keep you covered till he reached his room down the hall.

“I can still walk Bucky.”

“To slow.” He answered shortly as he pushed open his door kicking it closed behind you. He set you gently on his bed a contrast to his actions in the elevator, you reached for him when he didn’t move to join you.

” What’s wrong?” He placed his hands on the bed on either side of you.

“You’ve been teasin’ me all night doll, I wonder how much you’ll like it.”

“Wait, what?” He leaned into you pushing you down onto the soft sheets and you instinctively parted your legs to make room for his hips. He trailed his lips from the space between your breasts up your neck to your lips completely making you forget his previous words. He slowly started rocking his hips against your quickly dampening core causing a gasp to escape your lips to which he took advantage of, swiping his tongue against yours deepening the kiss. You let out a low moan, sliding your hand up to pull at his chocolate strands, he pulled away from your lips dropping his head to the crook of your neck letting out a broken groan that had you absolutely soaked. You rolled your hips trying to relieve some of the tension between your legs, but he put more of his weight down not letting you move.

“Bucky.” You whined.

“Put your hands above your head.” He pulled his head back quirking a brow when you hadn’t moved. You sighed but slid your hands up. “You move those hands and I’ll tie ‘em to the bed you got that?” Your eyes widened in shock, you had never heard Bucky like this before. “I said,” He slid his flesh hand up to your neck applying pressure to the sides that had you a whimpering mess. “You got that sweetheart?” He loosened his hold from your neck enough that you could talk.

“Y-yes, sir.” He groaned low at that.

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby girl.” He slid down your body undoing the clasp that held the fabric over your breasts together. He cupped each one in his hands running his thumbs over your hardened nipples, you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan at the cold feeling against your hot skin. But you couldn’t hold back when he wrapped his lips around the stiffened peak sucking harshly.

“Bucky-James oh my god please.” He had started rolling his hips into yours again the rough fabric of his jeans creating just the right amount of friction to your wet heat and his teeth and lips at your nipples was to much yet still not enough. He slowly worked his way down your torso kissing and nipping your flesh as he slid your skirt down your thighs sucking marks into the soft flesh, your whimpering and begging doing nothing to speed him up.

He threw your skirt to the ground and groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy, he wrapped his hands around your calves pushing your knees to your chest fully exposing you to him. You heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, “Oh baby, look at ya. All wet and open for me.” You clenched around nothing his teeth tugged in his plump lip and he practically growled. “You want me to fuck you baby girl? Want my cock?” He pressed his hard length against you, your juices soaking through his jeans. The delicious burn had your hands shooting to hold his forearms, nails digging into the flesh and metal plates. You half screamed half moaned as he pushed harder against you, you swore if he kept this up you were likely to ruin his pants.

He leaned down close to you and you thought he was going to kiss you but, “I told you to keep your hands above you or I’d tie you to the bed.”

“What?” Your eyes flew to his but he didn’t give you a chance to say anything, his hands went to your waist flipping you over on your stomach, you heard the clink of metal and heard his belt hit the floor then his hands were tugging yours up making you grab the wood bars of the headboard as he weaved the fabric of your thin top around your hands to the wooden slats. You pushed up onto yours knees, craning your neck to look over your shoulder and practically drooled as you watched him undress. The muscles in his chest and arm rippling as he shoved his pants and boxers down, kicking them away. Your eyes were drawn to his hard cock standing out proudly, the tip red and leaking precum.

You looked up when Bucky chuckled, “Like what you see doll?” He took himself in his hand stroking himself before rolling on a condom you hadn’t even seen him retrieve.

You licked your lips, “Very much so but I think I’d like it even better inside me.” You arched your back pushing your ass further up in the air. He grabbed a handful of each cheek groaning.

“You know patience is a virtue Y/n?”

“Not right now it isn’t Barnes.” You hit his thigh lightly with your foot and he laughed at your eagerness.

“Ya and as much as I want to tease you more I’ve wanted this with you for so long I don’t wanna wait anymore.” He ran his cock through your juices slicking himself up before he pushed slowly into you letting you get used to his size. You whimpered at the stretch he was bigger than anyone you had had before but it didn’t hurt quite the opposite actually. He leaned over your back his metal arm holding him up as he held you tightly, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, when he spoke he sounded absolutely wrecked.

“God Y/n you feel so fucking good sweetheart.” His hand slid down to grip your thigh as he nearly pulled all the way out of you before slowly sliding back in working you up this went on until he had your legs quaking, he held you right on the edge your body was so worked up if he would just move a little faster you’d reach that peak.

“James please we can do slow another time can you just fuck me.” He pulled out of you completely and reached above you untying your hands, you rolled onto your back reaching a hand up to pull him down to you crashing your lips to his. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pulled back from your lips panting.

“All you gotta do is ask baby girl.” His hands went to your hips in a bruising grip as he slipped back into your wet channel, setting a brutal pace. You fisted the sheets next to your head simply trying to ground yourself, you could feel him hitting deeper than anyone you had ever been with had and it didn’t take long till you were cumming around him. Your back arched off the bed and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you, but Bucky didn’t let up his punishing pace.

“Come on doll you gonna give me another one? Feels so good when you squeeze me like that sweetheart.” He leaned down pushing your leg over his shoulder, so he could still reach that sweet spot deep in you as he captured your lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss. You rolled your hips in time with his as best you could in your position. His whole body shuddered and when you bit his lip and he whimpered against your lips.

“I love when you make those little sounds James.” He dropped his head to the crook of your neck and you ran a hand through his hair pulling at the strands and he let out a strangled, ‘fuck.’ You tightened around him feeling you were close again, he propped himself up on his metal arm letting your leg slide down to the crook of his elbow as he brought his other hand to your mound running his thumb around your clit in hurried circles that had you chanting his name like a prayer.

“I’m so close doll want you to come with me.” His thrust had gotten sloppier as he pushed himself closer to the edge and his soft words of encouragement and his fingers running over your clit had that coil in your belly snapping and you came hard. He let your leg fall as he dropped his arms around you caging you in as he chased his release moaning low against your chest as he bottomed out his seed spilling into the condom.

You stayed that way for a little while both of you just trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. You felt cold when he lifted his weight off you and pulled out, you rolled onto your side watching as he stood disposing of the condom and walked into the bathroom. You closed your eyes snuggling into his pillows as sleep tugged at your mind. You heard him walk back over to the bed you only cracked open an eye when he started moving your legs.

“Come on doll, gotta get you cleaned up.” He ran a warm washcloth between your legs apologizing softly when you hissed, your body still to sensitive. He threw the cloth into the bathroom before walking to his closet to grab a shirt and slide on a pair of boxers. When he returned to your side of the bed he smiled down at you when you made grabby hands at him. He grabbed your hands tugging you up to a sitting position as he slid his t-shirt over your head kissing you softly once you were settled. He pulled the covers away crawling in next to you as he pulled them up to cover you, he pulled you tight to his chest and tangled your legs together.

“We should have done this sooner.” You smiled softly into his chest.

“Ya I definitely should have listened to Steve sooner, he’s pretty smart sometimes.”  His arms tightened around you when out of no where a loud crack of lightning and what sounded like metal rang through the air.

“What the hell?” He leaned up on an elbow trying to look out the window over your shoulder as the faint sound of laughter sounded from outside.

“I don’t even wanna know we can look at the cameras tomorrow, lets just sleep.” You tugged him back down to you pressing soft kisses at his chest as you started drifting off with the comforting weight of his arms around you.

He thought his heart would beat out of his chest when he heard your sleepy voice say, “I love you Bucky.” He didn’t know if you’d remember saying it in the morning, but he knew you meant it.

“I love you to sweetheart.”

 Nat and Wanda stood on the balcony looking over the training yard cackling like hyenas. Steves throw had been spot on and when Thors hammer hit the shield with a powerful crack of lightening it went flying into the woods mowing trees down like grass. A harsh cut path of fried trees and small shed that had been shattered when a flaming branch landed on it the evidence of the one hit game.

“Tony is gonna be so pissed at them.” Wanda wheezed clinging to the rail. Nat slapped at her shoulder trying to speak between the laughter as they watched the two men as they started grappling one another on the lawn.

“Steve is gonna be so confused when he wakes up tomorrow and can’t find his shield.” Neither of the women heard the door behind them open or the man that walked up behind them until he yelled.

“What the fuck did you meatheads do to my lawn!?”

[piscesbarnes]

Bad Things to You → Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky x stark!reader

warnings: light smut. dom!bucky, sub!reader

prompt: there’s nothing more that bucky lusts over than a good girl who likes to do bad things.

Your sweet giggle filled Bucky’s ears. He continued eating the snack he fixed for himself, he was so consumed with you, he didn’t even notice Natasha approaching him with an apple in hand. Her eyes followed where Bucky had been so involved with. She let out a scoff, making Bucky aware she’d been standing beside him.

“What?” Bucky looked at Natasha with questioning eyes, narrowing them with an accusatory glimmer.

“You’re not making it discreet.” she took a bite of her apple. “Pretty sure everyone knows you want her.” she was exaggerating, of course, not everyone knew. Bucky averted his gaze back to you, laughing with Wanda and Clint. “So, why don’t you get with her?” Bucky scrunched his face up, looking at Natasha with a look of disbelief.

“We’re already dating.”

“I meant, why don’t you let your sexual frustrations out with her.” Natasha rolled her eyes as Bucky blushed.

“She’s not... like that.”

“Are you assuming? How do you know that?” Nat mused, pursing her lips. She knew what he’d say, it’s what anyone would say.

“She’s the Stark princess. Plus, look at her, she’s dressed from head to toe in pink. Pretty sure that’s self-explanatory.” Bucky did like your cute skirts though. It left his imagination to run wild, And when it came to you, his imagination could get crazy.

Nat couldn’t help but laugh. It was humourous to her, the way he thought you were this little, cute angel who couldn’t be seen with him.

“What now?” Bucky was getting annoyed. Clearly Nat had something to say, it’s why she came over anyway.

“It’s always the one you least expect.” Nat grinned. Bucky was going to ask what she meant, but was cut off. “You think she’s this cookie cutter princess who can’t do wrong, but let me tell you... Y/N’s not exactly lollipops and rainbows....

She’s nasty.” Nat didn’t mean it in any harm, anyone walking by would think she was talking shit. Bucky almost thought she was too, but he was slowly catching onto this generation’s slang. Nasty as in sexually dirty.

Bucky instinctively licked his lips at the thought of you letting him be rough with you. You in nothing but your skirt as he flipped it up and had you ride him. Or how his flesh hand would feel wrapped around the soft skin of your neck. Skin on skin contact had to be his favorite, his forte during foreplay.

Nat’s words had replayed in Bucky’s head all day. It fucked with him, how you could be this cute doll but loved getting thrown around.

So when you crawled into Bucky’s lap in the empty living room to give him a few kisses, he couldn’t help but think of fucking you. His hand rose to caress your thigh as you pulled his attention from the TV. This didn’t normally happen, intense kisses out in the open. And even then, it was only kissing. Your soft laugh against his lips made him feel things. He couldn’t help but groan in response. You knew what you were doing. You nibbled on his bottom lip and Bucky was done for. His grip on your thigh tightened while you nipped at his neck, teeth and all.

“You better know what you’re getting yourself into angel,” Bucky grunted as you sucked on a patch of skin, grazing your teeth over it. “This is what you want right?”

“You wanna find out?” you murmured back as you tugged his hand between your thighs. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t think anything of your innocent exterior. He was still trying to wrap his head around Natasha’s words.

Bucky’s fingers met your wet heat. He was eager to swipe his fingers in between your folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered up. Your sweet moan, something he’d imagined before, but the real thing was louder. You pulled his fingers away from you, a frown coming from him. It was soon swept away as your eyes met his, you popping his fingers in your mouth. His jaw fell in the slightest, watching as you hallowed your cheeks around his fingers. God, you were filthy. He wanted to take the foreplay slow, to take his time as he touched and caressed on your body, but the way you were looking at him, he knew it wasn’t gonna last.

Bucky kissed you feverishly, completely focused on making your lips bruised. He didn’t even notice your hand coming down to palm him through his pants. He tensed up and let out a surprised moan, you nibbled at his bottom lip in response. His hand massaged your thighs, inching back towards your core. Your inner thighs were stained with your delicious wetness, it dripped down your thigh like fresh honey. He couldn’t wait to dive in.

“Tell me what you want,” Bucky’s lips were like fire across your skin, igniting a licking heat wherever they met. You couldn’t help but puff out a breath of air you’d been holding in. He gripped your thigh even tighter, your sinful wetness soiling his fingers causing you to sigh in content. You liked this demanding side of him. “Tell me baby, and I’ll give you what you want.” Bucky knew what you wanted, or at least he thought he knew.

“I wanna do the naughty things to you,” you spoke with a mischievous glint in your eye. Of course, you had new surprises up your sleeve. You arched back, slowly poking your legs off the couch as you moved to kneel in front of him. “Will you let me?”

You looked at him with the same wandering, yet innocent eyes and he couldn’t fathom how good you were at putting up this church girl front when you would soon be doing the devil’s work. You’d had him fooled for months and now here you were, on your knees, begging his name like he was the all-mighty god himself, doing more than one acts of sin. Did he dare call you his angel though?

[fanficwriter013]

The Tower: Troublemakers, 2

The Tower: Troublemakers An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 2

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Word Count: 2000ish

Warnings:  smut (Bisexual orgy.  Oral, anal, vaginal sex. Anal and vaginal fingering.  Public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism.  Dom/Sub.  Videotaping.  Toys including plugs and anal vibrators, slight humiliation kink, elevator sex.  Clint has so many orgasms).

Synopsis: When half the team gets stuck on a mission, Clint, Bruce and Elly find ways to distract themselves. Steve has something in store for his little troublemakers.

Author’s Note:  Co-written with @avengerscompound

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Chapter 2 - Pirate Talk

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Clint lay spread out on Natasha’s bed naked.  I sat between his legs, languidly stroking his cock as I teased between his legs with the anal vibrator I had selected from Natasha’s extremely extensive selection of toys.  It was black and v-shaped looking almost like a pair of horns.  It vibrated on each side and was great for hitting the prostate.

So far this morning to distract ourselves from the fact that half our family were currently stuck on a mission that was both dangerous and unexpected we had fucked on a platform above the command room, and in the elevator down to Natasha’s room.  Now, at Natasha’s request, I was planning to fuck Clint with a vibrator.

“Yeah.  I … uh - yeah.”  He stuttered.  It came out as a half moan as the lube slicked toy vibrated against his perineum.

“She’s not big.  And stop or no is enough.  You don’t need a safe word.  I’m listening to you.”  I said and leant down.  I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of his cock.

“She?  Are you a pirate.”  Clint asked.  

I looked down at him and started teasing his asshole with the vibe.  He moaned loudly and his hips bucked up.  “I like to think of it as a she because she’s small but she knows what she’s doing.”

“Alright, pirate lady.  Whatever you say.”  Clint said.  His voice was slightly choked and his leg twitched.

I started quietly laughing trying to stifle it.  “You’re asking for trouble, Clint.  You want me to talk like a pirate?”  I asked and started pulsing the toy in and out of his ass.  “You want me to jolly your roger?”

Clint started laughing.  “Jolly your roger.  That was great.”

His laughter was catching and I started laughing too.  “Glad you liked it,”  I said pressing a kiss to his shoulder.  “Now relax, matey, and let me shiver your timbers.”

Clint completely lost it and I had to pull the vibe away.   “Oh my god. Alright, I kinda want you to continue, see how far you can get with the pirate quotes. But I kinda also want you to stop because I’m not sure if this is going to help or not.”

I shook my head still laughing.  “It does make going hunting for buried treasure a little difficult.”

“Honey, I don’t think there’s anything buried down there. Think I would be able to feel that.”  He said looking at me seriously.

I lay down half beside him and half on top of him, pinning his body under me and I returned the vibe to his ass, teasing his asshole.  “Always good to check.  Now shush you.”

I started kissing his throat.  A shiver ran through him and he tilted his head back, opening his throat up to me.  I kissed and sucked on it as I gently eased the vibe inside of him.  I knew he could take it.  While Clint gravitated slightly more to me, Nat and sometimes Wanda for sex, he did sometimes have sex with some of the other guys and that was sometimes him receiving.  But this was new to him and the one time he’d tried it, he hadn’t liked it.

So I went slow pulsing the toy in and out, each time pushing it in deeper and giving him the option to say no, or back out at any time. I kissed my way down to his nipples and flicked my tongue over them.  When I finally hit his prostate, Clint made a low groan and bucked his hips up.  His hand went to my hair and he bunched it in his fist.

I turned the vibrate on inside of him and he whined.  “Don’t like that.”  

“No?”  I asked switched it off again and looking up to see how he was doing.  He relaxed again and I tried something else.  I turned on the vibrate function on the handle and pressed it against his perineum.  He groaned and rolled his hips up.  His cock jumped and precome ran down the length in a rivulet.

I ran my tongue up his cock and took it into my mouth, pushing down until he hit the back of my throat.  He still tasted like my cunt.  I hummed and slowly fucked him with the vibrator, pressing and releasing on his prostate. Clint tightened his hand in my hair, released it and then bunched it up again and his stomach muscles clenched.  “Fuck, princess, I won’t last if you keep doing that.”  He groaned.

I smiled up at him and started bobbing my head up and down and fucked him with the vibrator.  He arched and bucked under me making these noises that were sometimes whimpers and sometimes deep low moans.

“Fuck, El.  What are you doing?  I’m gonna lose it, Princess.”  He whined.

I pulled off his cock and looked up at him.  “Why are you holding back?  You don’t wanna come in my mouth?”

He groaned.   “I can come in your mouth if you want, princess.”

I licked my lips and took his length into my mouth again, massaging his shaft with my tongue.  I increased the vibrations on the handle and moved it a little faster.  Clint’s hand opened and closed in my hair.  “Shit.  Oh fuck. El.”  He babbled.  His entire body clenched up.  The muscles pulled tight and his toes curled.  As he relaxed again he released into my mouth.  It coated my tongue, thick and salty and I drank it down, humming as I licked him clean.  I pulled the vibe out and wiped it off, placing it at the end of the bed and then curled into him. “Arr thar she blows.”  I teased.

Clint started laughing and pulled me tight against him.  “I can’t decide if that’s the worst thing I ever heard or if you’re a genius.”

We lay like that for a moment just tangled together, breathing each other in.  “You think Nat’s waiting on a blow by blow?”  I asked.  “That was an accidental pun by the way.”

“It was a good one.”  He replied.  “And yeah probably.”

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and started texting Nat.

I tapped the screen holding it out to Clint.  “You don’t like plugs?”

He shook his head.  “I only tried it once but the one Nat used was huge and I didn’t like how it was steel.”

I looked at him tilting my head a little.  “Do you have a little bit of a humiliation kink?”

Clint blushed and nodded his head.  “Mostly just with Nat.  Like not anyone else.  Don’t tell anyone else.”

“Aww, Clint,” I said and kissed him.  “Of course not.  If you wanna try the plug thing with me, we can go a bit easier.”

Clint’s hand ran down my back and over my ass, slipping between my legs and teasing my pussy.  “How many orgasms have you had today?”

“Two.  In the perch, on the elevator.”  I answered as I wriggled a little.

He flipped me over.  “That’s not gonna do.  If anyone heard I didn’t give you more than I had, I wouldn’t live it down.”

“Well be my guest,”  I answered.  He slowly kissed his way down my body and when he was nested between my legs I put my knees up onto his shoulders.  He placed a large open mouth kiss on my pussy.  His tongue swirled over my folds and he sucked along them.  He dipped his tongue inside of me and made a happy humming sound.

His tongue traveled back to my clit and he sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue over it.  I pulled myself up off the bed with a moan, digging my heels into his back.  He pushed my hips back down and draped his arm over them to keep me in place.  Two of his fingers pushed inside my cunt and he curled them, running them over my walls, beckoning an orgasm to him.

I started to writhe.  My legs snapped closed around his head but he didn’t let it distract him.  He just kept working those fingers over my g-spot as he sucked and nipped at my clit.  I raked my fingers over his scalp trying to keep some control.  I had none and when I came it was hard.  “Oh fuck, Clint!” I cried twisting away from him as it rocked through me.  Clint held me in place and lapped at me.

He pulled his fingers out of me and held them up.  “Would you like these, princess?”

I took his hand and ran my tongue up his fingers before pulling them into my mouth and sucking the tart fluids of my arousal of his hands.  He looked at me smiling and shook his head.

“What?  You know you like it when I do that.”  I said.

“Nothing.  Just thinking of stuff.”  He replied leaning in.  “Like how much I love you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

We lay in bed for a little while and then had a bath.  I lay against Clint just relaxing in the water as we talked about things.  The topic kept turning back to the others.  In particular Natasha and how worried he was.  I realized how badly he needed to get out of his head.  How the sex had been part of how he was doing that.

I turned around and straddled his lap pushing his arms up above his head and pinning them to the wall.  “What should we do Clint?”  I asked as I ghosted my lips along his jaw.  “Shall we stay in here a bit longer?  Maybe I can see how long I can hold my breath underwater?  Or we could get out?  Go to my apartment.  Watch a movie?  Break in my kitchen bench?  Go to a whole other floor?  No one’s in the gym right now.”

Clint chased my lips with is a little but didn’t actually try to kiss me.  “Okay, wait hang on. I’m into this but I’m genuinely curious. Why did you pick the gym of all places? There are better places to have sex in this Tower. Over a conference table for instance. I mean, Nat’s got a sex dungeon for fuck’s sake.”

“Well, they do have crash mats in there. And, we could make it a game, whoever pins the other, gets to really pin them. But if you like conference tables and sex dungeons then I’m game for that too.”  I said, running my hands down his arms.

Clint raised an eyebrow and he ran his hands up my arms, resting them on my throat.  “You think you’ve been here long enough to know how to pin a trained assassin?”

I shook my head.  “No. I absolutely do not.”  I said, running my tongue over my bottom lip  “Maybe he likes being pinned though. Maybe I like being pinned so much I don’t care at all if I lose all the time.”

“He does like being pinned sometimes. And either way, it would be fun. Sounds like two votes for naked wrestling it is.”  Clint said.  I leaned in and kissed him before jumping out of the bath.

We both hastily got redressed and Clint carried me piggyback down to the gym.  When we got there I jumped off and moved into the middle of a sparring area and faced him.  “So rules of the game. We spar. You don’t have to win a match to get a treat, just make it so the other person is partially pinned. That could be on the floor, in each other’s arms. Against the wall. But if one person is clearly in control that counts. Even if the other person is just allowing it to happen. If you win, you get to remove a piece of their clothing and do one teasing thing to them. Once enough clothing is removed to have actual sex with them. So basically just pants and underwear. Then the next win means you get to go to the main event if you want. And the winner is in complete control. So you can go straight to the goods or you can drag it out until we’re both completely naked. That’s winners choice. Agreed?”

Clint looked me up and down. “You really thought this whole game out haven’t you? Going little strip poker there. I like it, I got the rules. We’re good to go.”

“Might have played this particular game before with a certain super soldier and an ex Russian assassin.  The girl one.”  I teased moving into a defensive stance.

“Cap lets you play this game?”  Clint said coming in to grapple at me, I threw my elbow into his chest and twisted out of his arms.  “He is always so serious when we train together.”

Clint deflected the blow and I followed with a few more before he seemed to get sick of it and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me flush up against me.  “Gonna need to be a little better than that if you want to pin me, princess.”  He growled against my ear.  His hands slid up under my shirt and he squeezed my breasts.  My nipples hardened as he tugged on them and I moaned wriggling against him.  He pushed me away with a laugh pulling my shirt up over my head as he did and tossing it to the side.

I came at him again and he countered my attacks, this time moving much slower.  I tried throwing my shoulder into him so I could follow through with a kick, hoping that he might let me take a win.  He went with it and I threw him down to the ground.  I got to my knees and crawled up his body, grabbing the hem of his shirt between my teeth and tugging it up.  “You’ve really been coming along with Nat and Steve,”  Clint said as he helped me pull his shirt up and off.

“Thanks, Clint,”  I said and kissed him before getting back to my feet.

So we sparred.  There were times when I think Clint was really serious about teaching me things, and other times when he’d grab me and his hand would go between my legs and I could feel his cock hard against my ass and I’d know he only had one result in his head.

We got each other down to just our underwear.  Him in his boxers and me in my bra and panties.  We grappled with each other and Clint spun me and pinned me against him, one hand on my hips the other at my throat.

“Well, then,”  He said, moving his hips so I could feel his cock pressed hard against my ass.  “I think we might have a winner.”

I leaned back and kissed his throat as he ran his hand down into my panties and started teasing at my clit.  “Well then, I’m all yours.”  I went to turn around but he pulled me in tighter against him.

“No, just like this I think.”  He said and pushed my panties down to my knees.  His fingers went to my cunt again and he thrust two inside of me.  “How are you always this wet for me, El?”  He asked as he slowly fucked me with them.

“Have you seen you?”  I teased.  He chucked and he pulled his fingers from my pussy and ran his fingertips over my lips.  I opened my mouth and my tongue dart out, licking over them.

As I pulled them into my mouth he bent me forward a little and started teasing my pussy with the head of his cock. I moaned around his fingers and he sunk into me.   He started to fuck me, each thrust seemed that little deeper and that little harder until he was pounding into me.  I had trouble staying in place.  I reached behind me and held on.

His fingers returned to my clit and between the way, he teased it and the hard pounding I was taking I completely fell apart.  I was already so sensitive anyway it sent pleasure coursing through me, making me tremble and sweat.  My core muscles all tightened at once and I came crying out loudly.

Clint was nowhere near done though.  He pulled out and brought his lips to my ear.  “Hands and knees, princess.”  He whispered.

I dropped to them and spread my legs a little.  He kneeled behind me on the crash mat and he was inside me again.  He kept up the pace from before and this time his hands roamed over me.  They tangled in my hair, stroked down my back.  He teased my ass and played with my clit.  I came again, this time my legs gave out and I fell flat down but Clint kept fucking me, pushing me into the crash mat.  His hips snapped forward suddenly and he bit into my shoulder as he came, groaning loudly.

He collapsed on the mat and just lay there panting.

“Holy shit, Clint.  What’s gotten into you?”  I asked rolling on to my back.

He shook his head and when he spoke it came out breathless.  “Don’t know.  I know what’s gotten into you though.  It was me.  Multiple times.”

I hit him and burst out laughing.  “Okay, Okay.  Gonna check in with Nat.”

// NEXT

[a-splash-of-stucky]

let’s dance (like we’re makin’ love)

Read this on AO3 Square Filled: Mood Music Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: M Major Tags: Dancing, Clubbing, Shrunkyclunks, Possessive Steve Rogers, Dom/Sub undertones Word Count: 2525 Summary: 

Dance like he’s the only person left on this planet, like this show is just for him.

aka Bucky Barnes is a lil’ minx when he’s dancing in the club. Steve suffers accordingly.

Created for @mcukinkbingo​

Notes: I strongly recommend you listen to ‘Intention’ by Kiiara. It’s what I had on in the background whilst I wrote this and tbh, it’s the song that inspired the whole fic. 

Side note: I tried out a new writing style and I’m kinda liking it? Second person POV but in Bucky’s perspective and it kinda works??? Lmk what you think.

Fic title from ‘Dance Like We’re Making Love’ by Ciara

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Let the bass reverberate through your bones, feel the energy thrumming inside you. Let the rhythm sweep you away, carrying you in its relentless current -- let it direct your movements. Do what comes naturally; bite your lip, tip your head back, bare your neck.

Lower your lids until your eyes are narrow slits, scan the crowd through your lashes.

Find him.

You feel Steve before you see him. His presence is palpable; if you reached out, you would probably feel it running through your fingers. His eyes on you are a tangible weight. You catch sight of him in the corner of your eyes, his body painted in hues of blue and pink under the strobing lights.

Steve’s watching you.

Though he’s on the other side of the room, though there is a sea of writhing bodies separating you from him, his eyes are solely focused on you.

Steve is leaning against the railing, one elbow braced on the metal, a drink in his free hand. Fuck, he looks so damn good. The part of you that is constantly aching for his touch wants to push him against a wall so that you can suck him off. He’s all dark and broody and mysterious, with his distressed jeans and that thick beard. His tight white t-shirt, paired with that fucking leather jacket makes him look like every wet dream you’ve ever had come to life.

Behind him, in a private booth, is the rest of the team, laughing and joking and having a merry time at their table, surrounded by bottles of expensive liquor. Alcohol does nothing for Steve, but watching you dance? With your see-through black t-shirt and skin-tight jeans, your hair in a messy bun and skin glistening with sweat?

That riles Steve up like nothing else.

The lights flicker. Sunset colours, bright splashes of red and orange and yellow illuminate the walls and the crowd on the dancefloor. His golden hair doesn’t look so golden anymore – it glows ethereally. He’s a good-boy-turned-bad and you want him to ravish you.

Natasha comes up behind you and playfully wraps her arms around your waist. Something in him changes; his shoulders stiffen, his jaw tightens, he clutches his drink a little tighter.

This music makes you bold.

You’ve had one drink so far. Whilst the alcohol pumping through your veins has given you liquid courage, it only goes so far in lowering your inhibitions; the music is doing the rest.

This music is hypnotic.

Your focus dwindles down to three things: you, your desire and Steve. You’re dimly aware of Natasha’s body plastered to your back, but she might as well be white noise in the back of your head.

This music is burning you up from the inside, like sparks setting kindling aflame.

You want to kiss Steve until you forget that you need oxygen to breathe, want to ride him until you know nothing but pleasure.

Hide your smirk. Tease him. Lean your body into Natasha’s, tilt your head back, flash him a coy smile. Watch how his eyes darken further, watch how his fingers grip the steel railing hard enough to dent it. Steve brings his drink to his lips, the glass half-empty. He knocks the rest of it back, then sets the glass down on the table behind him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips – you want that tongue on you, tracing whorls and patterns on your skin, lapping up the sweat lingering in the hollow of your throat.

Give him a show.

The song chances to something slower, more sensual, more seductive; a steady beat that is just the right tempo for you to sway to.

You play it up, dancing like he’s the only person left on this planet, like this show is just for him. There could be over a hundred people in this room, over a hundred sets of eyes, but right now, he’s the only you care about.

You bare your neck, lifting your hands to run your fingers through your hair, loosening your bun. Your lips part on a soft exhale. Even from this distance, you swear you can see his pupils widening further; if you were close enough, you’d see that the blue of his irises have been reduced to thin, barely-there rings surrounding a chasm of black.

Natasha dances with you, her chest never once leaving your back, her hands roaming over your sides. Small, nimble fingers ruck up your t-shirt, teasing along the hem of your black jeans. She means nothing by this; she’s completely sober and aware of all of her actions. This is just…how you are with her, how she is with you. A friendship that constantly toes the line between flirtatious and playful, sexual and sweet. She’s your sister, your best friend, your confidante, your not-quite lover.

You know her actions mean nothing. Steve knows her actions mean nothing, but nonetheless, his expression is dark and calculating, like he wants to break her wrists.

“He’s watching you,” Natasha says loudly, her lips by the shell of your ear so that you can hear her over the booming bass.

Yes. He’s enraptured by you.

You don’t answer her. You don’t need to answer her; she knows what you’re up to.

Steve’s been away on a mission for too long. The apartment gets lonely without him. You want him. You need him. You need to be his.

What better way to get what you want than to ask for it? True, this is not asking for it in the verbal sense, but Steve’s learnt to read the tells in your body, knows what it means when you’re dancing like this.

The beat drops.

Move with it.

Roll your body in a sinuous wave, one that starts at your shoulders and moves through your torso. Get your hips involved. Grind yourself against Natasha, run your palms over your chest – imagine they’re Steve’s hands, imagine what he’d do to you. Watch how his nostrils flare, how his body tenses, how the cotton of his t-shirt strains ever-more against that muscular torso. He needs to have mercy on his shirts, you think giddily. He needs to wear ones that don’t threaten to come apart at the seam each time he flexes.

But then again, you wouldn’t be getting all this eye candy if he stopped wearing his smedium shirts.

Steve’s moving now, stalking past occupied booths like a predator on the prowl, hunting for a better vantage point to eye its prey. His hand is trailing across the railing beside him.

Your eyes track him, watching how his muscles bunch and flex underneath his clothes. He exudes danger and purpose. You wish you could see those muscles up close, undulating for completely different reasons.

The music climbs. The notes are soaring higher and higher, lifting you with them.

You turn around, throwing your arms around Natasha’s neck. She grins. Her hands are on your waist, hugging you close; your bodies are rolling against each other like two colliding waves. The scarlet hair framing her face is matted with sweat and there’s a bright, impish sparkle to her eyes.

In your peripheral vision, you catch sight of him again. He’s watching you, waiting to see what you do next.

Kiss her, card your fingers through her hair and rub your fingertips against her scalp. Kiss her, run your tongue over the seam of her lips and revel in the way she gasps softly. Kiss her, giggle as her nails dig into your sides.

Kiss her, then pull away, bat your lashes as she smiles seductively. Don’t let go of her hand, follow her lead as she gyrates her hips against you. Lean back, let her take some of your weight using the arm she’s wrapped around your waist. Scan the room again, find Steve. Smirk when you see him hunched over, both elbows on the railing, fingers clasped together, watching you like a hawk.

You know that look. You know what it means when the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, when his jaw is set like that.

You’ll get it good tonight.

But good isn’t good enough. You want fantastic. You want to be screaming, you want your mind to be blown, for the entire city to know that your lover is home.

Turn up the heat, turn up the heat.

Lean in close, run your lips over the corner of Nat’s jaw, on the side of her face that’s in his line of sight. Raise your voice to be heard over the booming music. “Feel me up!” you shout.

“Barnes, are you out of your mind?” she shouts back, “D’you want him to kill me?”

Don’t answer, just catch her wrist and squeeze it encouragingly. She’ll get the message.

Natasha shakes her head, though there’s no resistance in her body when you tug her closer. She’s your best friend, she’ll do anything you say. Your lips find hers as dainty hands with nimble fingers slip underneath your top, tracing the skin of your belly. It’s hot and stuffy on the dancefloor, but you shiver, nonetheless. Catch her bottom lip between your teeth, laugh at her small growl. She gets the message, fingers digging into the muscles of your back, her nails leaving red welts in their wake. You huff out a quiet moan, letting your head roll back so that she can mouth along your neck.

It's raunchy, it’s sexy and it’s had its intended effect.

Steve’s gone.

You put your hand on her shoulders and push her back. “I think I should go find him!”

She laughs brightly, nodding in agreement.

“I’ll go back with Wanda, have fun!” she calls, squeezing your hand one last time.

You slip through the throng, expertly weaving through the mass of dancing bodies, trying to find Steve. You’re half-hard in your pants, dick trapped in your tight jeans.

Once you’ve wriggled free of the crowd, you pause, unsure of where to go. The bathroom is probably a good start -- maybe he’s waiting for you there. Just as you’re about to head in that direction, two massive hands clamp down on you, one on the back of your neck, the other on your left forearm.

A flutter of panic rises in your chest, but as you’re forcibly steered towards the exit, you relax. You recognise the odd calluses on his palms from wielding the shield and the familiar rhythm of his breathing.

When you get outside, Steve drags you into the alleyway behind the club and crowds you up against the wall, his bulk taking up the entirety of your vision, blocking out the streetlights. He cages you in, forearms on either side of your head, legs on the outsides of yours. There’s not much of a height difference between you two, but in moments like these, the sheer magnitude of his presence is still able to make you feel small. His scent assaults your nostrils – musky sweat, the sour tang of whiskey and beneath all that, the fresh wood-pine of his aftershave.

Thick fingers grip your chin, tipping your head back. Before you can suck in a breath, his lips slam into yours, hard and unforgiving; possessive, claiming. You submit to him, your lips parting under his with no resistance, his tongue easily dominating yours. Your muscles tremble. Were it not for Steve’s body pressing you into the wall, you’d probably be a puddle on the ground, by this point.

One of Steve’s hands fists in your hair, his fingers tangling with your brown strands. He uses his grip to yank your head back, curving your neck at an almost painful angle. You moan into the kiss, the sharp sting of pain travelling right to your dick.

The vibrations from the bass and the melody of the music spill into the night air. There’s something sinfully dirty about the beat; it’s slow and yet all-encompassing. It makes you want to grind against his thigh, or maybe wrap your legs around his waist as he bounces you on his cock.

Steve’s growling, you realise. A low, animalistic sound rumbling up from the back of his throat. There’s a frenzied undertone to his kiss, an insatiable need that threatens to shatter his composed exterior.

You can do little else besides accept what he dishes out to you. Your fingers are fisted in the front of his t-shirt, but you can’t pull him any closer -- he’s just not letting you. Steve’s mouth pulls off yours as he starts sucking noisy kisses along your jaw and down your neck, pressing in tight so that his beard scratches your skin.

“Steve,” you moan breathlessly, when his lips latch onto that sensitive spot on the side of your neck.

“Steve,” you gasp, when he pulls your collar to the side so that he can suck a dark bruise onto your skin.

“Oh—Steve,” you whimper, when he slots his thigh between your legs, pinning your rock-hard dick against the muscle. You want to hump him like some sex-crazed animal.

“Quiet,” Steve hisses, tugging sharply on your hair. He pulls away, leaning back far enough that his lips are out of reach, no matter how hard you crane your neck. This close, you can see the darkness in his eyes, the feral gleam in his gaze as it rakes over you. His hair is dishevelled, and his lips are kiss-bitten and swollen.

“What the fuck was that, little boy?” he growls. Your heart skips a beat.

“Did you think I’d like that?” Steve asks, voice hoarse and raspy. “Did’ja think I’d like to watch someone else put their hands on you? To watch someone else touch what’s mine?”

At the last word, Steve leans forward, nipping your earlobe sharply. There’s a dangerous, demanding edge to Steve’s voice, one that’s making arousal pool in your gut.

“Is this what you wanted, Bucky?” Steve continues, his darkened voice taking on a teasing quality. You gasp when Steve pins you to the wall with his pelvis. When he thrusts his hips forward, you realise that he’s hard, his erection straining against his jeans.

“You did this to me, little boy,” Steve says – purrs, really. His mouth is against your ear, the hairs of his beard scratching the side of your neck. “You got me all hot and bothered, little boy. Is this what you wanted?”

You whimper when Steve’s thigh brushes up against your trapped cock.

“Answer me, Bucky,” Steve says meanly, tightening his grip in your hair momentarily.

“Yes,” you reply immediately, eyes fluttering shut.

“Y-yes, Steve—I, I wanted—,” you pause, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. “I need you, Steve. Please, I’ve missed you, I need you so bad.”

“Oh, Bucky,” Steve croons, his voice softening immediately, ducking down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I know, baby boy, you’ve been so good waitin’ for me, haven’t you?”

You bite your lip and nod your head mutely.

“Yeah, you have,” Steve agrees, stroking his finger over your cheek. “You’ve been so good for me, Bucky. It’s okay now, I got you. I’ll take care of you.”