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arkhammaid · 2 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE LIVERY LAUNCH

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the stark racing f1 team launches their livery

content warnings. written in 3rd person/lowercase, written + smau, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.8k + smau parts

notes. the main arc begins!!

y/n doesn't do nervous. not as l/n, not as stark- it's simply not in her nature. yet when the lights dimm and the audience starts to grow silent, her heart was up hear throat and she tried to dry her sweaty palms on her race suit.

"there is no need for that", muttered her teammate right behind her and she almost jumped. she glared at him, but he just grinned and gave her two thumbs up.

"don't do that, it makes you look old." he immediately put them down and she snorted.

"alright, you two, are you ready?" a stark employee, more specifically a stark racing employee, ushered them across the backstage all the way beneath it, ready to push them to the big event.

the car launch. the livery reveal. the introduction of stark to formula one, probably the most anticipated event of the year. unlike the other teams, they've been teasing the public for several weeks now, nothing concrete. speculations were all over social media, no one was even sure what main color stark racing would have, something the marketing team was very proud of.

now they would not only reveal the car, which would dominate the season (because- who are they kidding? they definitely will) but also the branding and race suits, and officially appear as drivers in one place.

the music started to play, the room darkened and the lightshow started. but y/n couldn't see anything of it happen. instead she was guided to the platform, which would bring her on stage, and put her helmet on.

a whole minute they would have to wait, a pre-recorded speech entertaining the guests and viewers all around the world, until she and kevin would appear in total darkness.

and they did. the platform brought them up silently, the room blacked out completely, until the lights behind them flashed on, shining on their backs.

the whole thing could be described as dramatic, over the top, but it fit. it fit the name, her father, herself. to show up with a bang.

"introducing... our drivers. y/n l/n-stark, number 95 and kevin magnussen, number 20! a round of applause everyone!" thunderous applause filled the giant room, people started to shout, when they finally took of their helmets.

with a grin, y/n spread her arms, raising her head and then her helmet over it. she stood proud and tall, all stark.

an assistant rushed to the stage, taking their helmets, to allow them complete freedom during their part of the reveal. y/n immediately took over, as it had been planned.

"welcome everyone, to the official launch of stark racing formula one team! i'm honored to introduce to you not only the car itself, but also the team." with a wide grin, she turned to kevin, who nodded to her.

"i'm sure you've all waited for him, our team principal, four-times worldchampion... sebastian vettel!" the room thundered again, cameras flashed, when seb walked on stage to stand between the two drivers. he waved to the crowd and bowed with a laugh, when they wouldn't stop cheering.

"thank you, thank you. wow, what a welcome! i'm very happy to be here, it has been a few years... but now we're back- and i'm thankful for the oppurtunity i've received. y/n, kevin... to a good season. to our fans, we all thank you for your support you've already showed, it's been incredible so far!"

"it's a special occasion, for all of us. and we have something very special for you", y/n winked, while slowly walking backwards, until she stood right in front of the gigantic screen, lightly knocking with her knuckle on it. a ripple animation waved across the screen and the room dimmed again. hushes were heard, when the sound of whirring filled the room, carried by the speakers.

another platform was brought up, the car. hidden by dark, silky fabric, it stood in the middle of the stage, ready to be revealed.

"ladies and gentlemen... the first car completely engineered by stark, for the stark racing formula one team... welcoming to the world, the SR-1!"

with that, kevin and y/n slowly began to lift the fabrig from the car, revealing a blinding white livery. lines of chrome streamlined it, the name stark proudly stood on the sides of it.

"it's mine, by the way", y/n joked and pointed on the number 95, after the crowd calmed.

"har, har", kevin drily replied, but he couldn't hide his grin.

"welcome, everyone... to the future!"

YNSTARK

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ynstark happy valentine in white ;)

user what a perfect way to end valentine

user MOMMY, SORRY, MOMMY-

lancestroll The launch was incredible 👏

tonystark This is my daugher!

⤷ ynstark this is my dad <3

peterstark ew, your face on my dash....

⤷ ynstark i will block you

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⤷ ynstark *blocked*

user white is such a good color on her??

user i just fell on my knees in the middle of the street

sebastianvettel You're incredible, I'm excited for our future!

⤷ ynstark STOP you're making me cry 😭

⤷ ynstark @/charles_leclerc look at this, your grid father loves me more than you

⤷ charles_leclerc That's not true! You better take it back!!

zendaya what a beauty 🤩

⤷ ynstark no, you!!

user we got the arm spread and the wink, now i'm waiting for the iconic peace sign

user white stark era, white stark era, WHITE STARK ERA!!!

user the bitchfighting with her actual brother and her grid brother is EVERYTHING to me

⤷ user oh my god you're right, charles and y/n are grid!siblings...

⤷ user IM WAITING FOR DAD SEB, YOU HEAR ME I'M WAITING

starkracing Our future champion!

⤷ ynstark hehehe

user red bull has been oddly silent

⤷ user they're all trying to stop christian from committing a crime

⤷ user or drying his never ending tears

⤷ user LMAO I CAN NOT

user half of the grid in the likes... i fear y/n is becoming the it girl fr

user these comments are a goldmine

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writerpetals · 6 months

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view from 4-B | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, unprotected sex that is just a fantasy that i hope you find as hot as i did when i wrote this hehe finally had time to edit and repost this story ;_;

He never realized you knew he was there when he watched you. As if you would have left your bedroom blinds open, lights on and shining bright, for any other reason. As if you hadn’t been attracted to him the first day you saw him moving into the apartment building next to yours. As if you were trying to hide from all the nights you touched yourself, blinds open, lights on, naked on the bed hidden only behind an expression full of pleasure that heightened when you knew he could see.

The first night was nothing more than a test. You spotted him in his apartment, the warm glow of a lamp in the living room illuminating him. When you flicked your lights on, out of the corner of your eye you saw his gaze shift towards you as he paused.

Perfect.

You turned your lights off after closing your blinds a moment later, knowing he knew you were there and allowing him to realize he had the perfect view. The buildings were close enough to only have him as an audience thanks to being on the top floor, yet not too close to where a simple glance or shift of your eyes would tell him you knew he was spying.

Two nights later you left your lights on for longer. You could feel his eyes on your body as you undressed. You didn’t have to glance at him to know he was studying every curve of your skin as you peeled your shirt over your head, followed by the yoga shorts you went running in just minutes before. You didn’t need to look his way to know his eyes were glued to you as you turned your back to him before unhooking your bra, and then making your way to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower.

The light in his living room was turned off by the time you came out of the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and disappointment in your face when you noticed his blinds shut. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe he was turning down the temptation.

It didn’t take long to gain his full interest a week later. The first night you decided to walk around your room completely bare was the night he didn’t close his blinds. A quick turn of your head to see his eyes on you was enough to encourage you to go all the way. You seemed unsuspecting, and he should have given you enough credit to know you could tell he was watching, but you liked the rush of him thinking he was getting away with it.

You laid down on your bed, back against the mattress, slipping a hand between your thighs. He could only see your breasts thanks to a hiked knee covering everything else, but they were fully exposed as you toyed with your hardening nipples and it was enough to have you reaching your peak in no time. Having him watch you get off had your entire body tingling when you thought about it the next day. You couldn’t convince yourself you wouldn’t try again, and you couldn’t talk yourself out of going further while giving him a full show.

That was when you decided you would do something a little riskier the next time around. Fully bare once again, blinds open, you began teasing yourself as you sat on your knees on the bed. You already knew he was focused on you. It was as if he wasn’t hiding it anymore, but you didn’t look his way regardless.

Your hands ran over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until your head lolled back and your jaw slacked. You went farther, dipping a hand between your thighs to find yourself already wet from putting on your show. You wished he could hear your moans with your fingertips pressed to your clit, rubbing slow circles to get you warmed up enough. More than that, you wished you could hear the noises he would make, as well as have his hands on your body, fingers between your thighs to pleasure you.

You knew you had to be patient, dismissing the idea for another time once you removed your hands from your body, instead reaching for a pillow near the headboard. You quickly folded it in half while casually glancing his way as you brushed loose strands of hair from your face to seem oblivious, with your eyes half-lidded. You could only guess what was running through his mind when you placed the pillow between your legs, pressing down to feel the cool silk against your warm folds.

You couldn’t help but to moan when you began moving your hips, hoping he was watching closely, hoping he would think about it later when he was alone and touching himself. You tossed your head back, getting lost in the moment, grinding your clit against the red, silk pillowcase while imagining him in your mind doing unspeakable things to your body. Your hands ran along your torso, finding your breasts to squeeze and caress, with your hips moving faster each second, whimpers of his name spilling from your lips.

When the pleasure started to swell between your thighs, your whimpers and moans fell short, replaced by gasps of air until you were overwhelmed with bliss. Your hips started to slow, thighs tightening around the pillow, toes curling, jaw slacking, until your body bent forward, palms pressing against the mattress to ease yourself to the bed.

You laid there limp, a sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, knowing he had watched every second of it, knowing you wouldn’t have come half as hard if he hadn’t. His eyes on you were the only thing getting you off lately, and sometimes you were tempted to walk over to his apartment and thank him for it.

However, the next day when you’re a minute away from heading out of your apartment for a run, a sudden, urgent knock on your door has you pausing while putting your buds in your ear. Instead, you set your things against the coffee table to make your way through the kitchen to answer the knocks.

“Um, hi.”

Hearing his voice for the first time, already half knowing it was him before you answered the door, sent goosebumps spreading across your skin. It was deeper than you imagined, yet his tone softer, almost as if he was incredibly nervous, or shy. Of course it couldn’t be hard to pint point the exact apartment you live in considering all the time he’s spent so far watching you. The apartment buildings aren’t that big to begin with.

“Hi…” You tilt your head, flashing him a confused look with your brows creased. You know why he is there, and the reason has your heart racing.

“I’m, uh,” he stutter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, eyes falling to his feet as he tells you his name.

You already knew that thanks to one of his friends yelling his name from across the street on the day he moved in. You nod, trying to hide your smirk when you realize he actually is a nervous, stuttering, gulping mess before you, telling him your name in return.

“Can I help you with something?” He bites his lip at the sound of you repeating his name, causing warmth to surge between your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how much power you have over him already, feigning innocence before him with a curious tone and clueless expression.

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” He can’t look you in the eyes as he shifts his weight from foot to foot before you, with your head still tilted to one side, looking up at him with a grin, arms folded just beneath your breasts. “Sorry, I see you were about to head out. I should go.”

You don’t stop him. Instead, your grin widens, before watching him turn to head down the hall. “If you do need something,” you begin, making him stop in his tracks for a glance over his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Hidden meanings drip from every word, and from the way he inhales a sharp breath before nodding, you know he realizes he is in over his head.

You don’t leave your blinds open for his viewing pleasure that night. You know once you have him hooked he will be yours to play with for as long as you want. You just need him to realize what a deliciously sinful thing he has, and without the view of you naked and pleasuring yourself he will either go crazy, or finally act on his desires.

A few nights pass, but you don’t worry. You keep the view blocked by shades and dim lights when you touch yourself, thinking of all the things you are going to do to him when he finally sees how much he wants you. Even if the pleasure isn't as great when he doesn't watch, you have to be patient as well.

It takes three whole nights of failing to offer him the view for him to come knocking on your door mid-afternoon, causing you to answer after you have just got out of the shower.

You greet him after a few light knocks on your door, hair wrapped in a towel and a robe wrapped around your body. “Hi.” You can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight of him.

Finally getting to see him before you, cap on backwards keeping his hair from his eyes, a shy grin on his lips, a loose fitting, gray tank not hiding his delicious looking collarbones, and even baggier gym shorts, has its affect on you. It doesn't take you long to realize he isn't the only one suffering without a view. You have gone four days without seeing him in his apartment as well with barely any clothes on, sweating, panting while doing some form of work out, carding his fingers through his damp hair. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

“Hey,” he exhales his half-embarrassed hello, rubbing the back of his neck just like he did the previous time. Except now he has a paper plate with foil securing its contents in the other hand. “I, um, brought you something.” He has a hard time keeping his eyes on yours, every second more and more tempted to take in the sight of you standing before him in nothing but a bathrobe.

You can't contain a giggle. “You did?” You eagerly reach for his gift as he hands you the plate, peeling back the crumpled foil to reveal tasty looking treats. “Lemon squares?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as if he immediately regrets the decision. His cheeks flush once he continues. “I have a friend that likes to cook, and well, I just wanted to bring you something since I just moved in across the street. One apartment building over.”

Your brows crease at his words. “Wouldn't your actual neighbors be better suited for this?” You giggle, letting him think he was being smooth when you already knew when and where he moved in, along with his perfect view of your bedroom. “And aren't they the ones that should be giving you a housewarming gift?”

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea.” He lowers his voice as well as his head. “Sorry.”

“No!” You nearly shout when he begins to turn away from you. “It's sweet. Thank you.” You aren’t lying. It’s hard to ignore the flutter in your chest at his adorable gesture. Even if you both know he’s only looking for any little excuse to stop by.

“No problem.” His grin is so boyish and bashful, causing the warmth to swell between your thighs at just how shy this man is.

“Do you want to come in?” In all his blushing and in all of your playing oblivious, you forgot to be polite enough to invite him in, stepping to the side a second after you ask.

“Oh, I wasn’t interrupting anything?” His gaze finally lowers down your body, unashamed for the first time and getting an eyeful of your fresh-out-of-the-shower attire.

“Nope,” you assure him, grinning as he walks past you before shutting the door behind him. You peel the towel from your head, trying to regain some of your image and not look so ridiculous, even though he has seen you completely bare and vulnerable time and time again. “So…” His name lingers on your lips in drawn out syllables as he takes a seat on a barstool, situating himself with his elbows propped up on the island counter in your kitchen.

“Hm?” You have his full attention while you grab a lemon square from the plate, slowly taking a bite as you stand on the opposite side of the counter. The way his eyes widened and lips part have you stifling your giggle as you chew the treat and lick your lips once you swallow.

“Please tell your friend he bakes well.” After a second, he nods, your words pulling him of the daydreams you only imagine him having as he stares at you. “So, how are you liking the view?” The question, while innocent in nature, has too much hidden meaning within each word, causing him to gulp, blink repeatedly, and mumble while shrugging his shoulders.

“Th-the v-view?” You can practically hear his heart hammering away inside his chest, thinking you are asking about the perfect view into your bedroom, but when you nod, lips pursed, and hum an “mhm”, his tense body relaxes just a little.

“That apartment building has a killer view of the city, if you’re lucky enough to snag yourself a room good enough.” You lean forward, arms beneath your breasts, elbows against the counter as you speak, not caring if your robe just so happens to fall open enough to get a better view of your cleavage. Watching him nearly squirm in his seat was more satisfaction than you needed.

“Oh, um,” he hesitates, running a hand over the nape of his neck, “my apartment is on the opposite side. Right across… from… you.” It was clear he caught himself mid-sentence, spilling away his dirty secrets, letting you know he has a better view than the city, but you only nod, not showing signs of any hints that you had caught on to what he was implying.

“Oh, too bad you don't have a nice view then.” His awkward, shy grin on his lips tells you he assums you haven't a clue. “Listen, I have to get ready for my shift at work. It was nice seeing you.”

With that, he is already nervously slipping from his seat at the counter. “Sure, me too.” His hand brushes over the back of his neck once again, realizing you find his shy habits adorable.

“Thanks for the gift,” you chuckle as you walk him out, pulling the door to you before he steps into the hallway, watching him nod while lingering for a moment. “Oh, hey?” You call his name one last time, watching him perk up, brows raised, eyes wide.

“Yes?” You can't help the way your lips curl in a grin, knowing how you have teased him, feigning innocence the entire time while dropping subtle hint after hint about him watching you.

“I'll see you later.”

The exhausting shift at your job has taken its toll on your body, proving that being on your feet all night serving tables left you with nothing but achy legs, sore feet, and heavy steps as you make your way to your shower. The warm water cascading down your body relaxes you enough to ease the pains in your muscles, and when you step out to wrap nothing more than a towel around your body, you are all ready to snuggle up in bed.

However, after his visit earlier in the day, you know he won’t remain patient for long, causing you to make sure to pull the chain to your blinds once you make it to your bedroom, the vertical panels opening up to allow you to set your eyes on that neighbor of yours in his living room. The lights offer a warm glow against his skin as you take in the sight of him bare chested, hair messily combed back, sweat pants hanging loose from his hips, and an intense focus in his eyes as he works out. The way your heart flutters in your chest only tells you how much you missed the sight.

You linger near the window a moment, not realizing you are biting down on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin while watching him move, his body coming up and down with crunches, his eyes lower, wanting to hear the music you know he’s listening to to have him so in the zone. Wanting to be in the same room as him, hearing his heavy breaths and pants, wanting him to be there just for you.

Lost in thoughts of what he could do, you barely notice his gaze shift towards your window like it has so many nights before. You barely notice his eyes grow wide and the way his hand lowers to the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of you, obvious thoughts of previous nights watching you entering his mind.

Except unlike other nights, you don’t look away, or seem oblivious to his gaze. You meet his eyes staring into yours, biting on your bottom lip and blinking just a few times to seem innocent enough. You watch his lips part, taking in the moment to understand you are now completely aware he has a perfect view of your bedroom, and you are aware he has been watching you all those lonely nights while leaving your blinds open just for him.

But it was all a part of the plan, and with a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into his living room, your brows arch, awaiting his reaction. He rises and steps closer to the window after reaching for a remote to mute his stereo he had obviously working out to, hand returning to the bulge in his pants as he licks his lips.

No longer are there secrets or feigning innocence. Everything is out in the open as the two of you stare at one another, and you decide to take it a step further by reaching to unravel the towel so tightly secured around your body. The white cloth pools around your ankles, giving him the perfect view of what he has no doubt been missing the past few nights.

You can’t ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, or deny how much you love the way he licks his lips once more, hand caressing his length through his pants. It only encourages you to finally step away from the window to make your way towards the bed, carefully and slowly crawling with your knees pressed to the sheets until he has a perfect view of what is between your thighs.

You bend over, hand slipping between your legs with your head turning to glance at him over your shoulders, noticing him watching ever so intently as you stroke your folds back and forth. Your fingers find your clit, stroking small circles over your flesh to give him the show he has been so desperately looking for. Giving him the invitation to take what he wants, with your hips rocking against your hand as your fingers quicken in pace. Begging him without words to go to you and finish what you have started.

The single flip of a light switch turning off breaks your concentration, stopping all motions to turn with fluttering lids and look into his window, only to see him no longer standing there. His apartment has gone pitch black. He has left.

And you know heis on his way over to you at that very moment.

The urgent knocks against your door has your already racing heart skipping a beat. Your fingers tremble as you grab your robe, slowly securing it around your body while hesitant footsteps carry you to the sound.

His lips are on yours the second you pull the door open. Desperate hands reach for you, arms wrapping around your body to pull you in close and you can't deny him in the slightest. You have been waiting for the moment to feel his lips against yours, feel his body melting into your body, and feel his heart pounding in his chest as he backs you away from the door toward your bedroom.

“So,” he says, pulling away as breathless as ever with his swollen lips nearly quivering, “it was all a game to you the entire time?” His realization is taking its toll on him, with everything clicking at once and his tone tells you he wants to be angry, if only he wasn't so eager to have you.

“I-” You try to explain, to say something, anything, but his lips meeting yours once again cuts off your words just as fast as you started. His grip is tight against your waist as he guides you farther into the room, sloppy kisses trailing from your mouth down to your jaw before settling against your neck.

“You were fucking toying with me,” he growls, earning a grunt when your back finally comes in contact with the frigid surface of your bedroom window, “that whole time.”

You whimper his name, but you have no excuse and no strength to argue with him even if you did. The way his hands lower from your waist to your thighs to hoist your body up against the window’s ledge has you trembling. The way his tongue teases your skin before his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh has the room spinning. And it only adds to the blissful torture when his hands harshly spread your legs, inviting himself between them to press his painfully hard cock against your bare center.

“Since you enjoy games so much,” he begins, tugging at the flimsy string holding your robe closed, “why don't I fuck you right here where everyone can see? Right in front of this window… isn’t that what gets you off, baby?” The moment your robe falls open to uncover your body, his hands are on you. Palms caress your skin, cupping your breasts before his thumbs tease your erect, sensitive nipples with a simple brush of contact, rendering you speechless.

Not that it matters when he presses his mouth to yours, silencing any protests you never had in the first place before his tongue skims over the delicate flesh of your bottom lip. You invite him in a second later, feeling him massage your tongue ever so carefully in contrast to the way his hands so desperately begin to touch your body. His breaths are hot and heavy against your skin as he pushes the robe from your shoulders, once again exposed and vulnerable for him just like so many nights before, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Do it, then,” you challenge him in a gasp after pulling away, eyes locking with his darkened expression to see the amount of lust filling him, “fuck me.”

And he takes the challenge, groaning at your words just before he grips the neck of his t-shirt to pull over his head, tossing it aside a second before he reaches for your hips to pull you from the ledge. In an instant you’re being turned around, ass toward him and your chest pressing to the cold glass window, a gasp filling the small space to leave a foggy remnant of your heavy breaths against its surface as his hands lower.

Fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your ass as you push your hips out for him, inviting him with a whimper of his name to do as he wishes. Another groan slips from his lips just before a single hand dips between your thighs, fingertips brushing over the hot and sensitive folds to have you quivering against the window.

“Do you know how many nights,” he begins, feeling his fingers circle your soaked entrance as he speaks, causing you to want nothing more than to push down onto the digits, “how many nights I watched you, thinking it was wrong yet not being able to stop myself?”

You whine his name, more breathless than ever before as you attempt to roll your hips against his hand, “please.” But a tight grip against your hip from his other hand keeps you standing in place, suffering the teasing of his fingers barely entering you before pulling away.

“Do you know how many nights I had to go to bed thinking of you, touching myself while fantasizing of all the things I wanted to do to you?” The question has you quivering, knowing that’s exactly what you wanted when you first decided to give him your little show, knowing the teasing you would have to endure just the same was nothing less than deserved.

His fingers soon trail from your entrance to slip higher over your slit, caressing over your folds against the sides of your throbbing, aching clit, but not daring to touch just yet. A breathless moan leaves your lips, wanting him to desperately to touch where you need it the most, but his motions remain the same as he teases your slick center after toying with your clit, wishing that any second you would feel him enter you, feeling him offer release against the ever so sensitive bud, or finally give you his cock above all else.

You are seconds away from pleading for what you need when his hand finally slips back to ease two fingers deep within you without warning, causing you to latch onto the window’s edge to brace yourself, feeling the digits begin to pump in and out of your tightening walls. He groans at feeling your arousal drip from your core to coat his fingers, loving how eager your body is for him, loving how your hips rock back against his hand and loving the noises you make just for him.

But you need more, the teasing beforehand too much to bear as you attempt to ease your own hand between your thighs to relieve yourself of the ache, but he is quick to take a firm hold on your wrist as he reaches around with his free hand. Fingers continue to pump in and out of your walls at a slow pace just as he pins your wrist against the window, causing you to whimper his name again and again. You need release as you push your hips onto his fingers, gasping as the digits enter you deeper and causing you to clench as you pull away, only to repeat the process over and over.

He seems to enjoy you fucking yourself against his fingers, only earning groans in response from behind filling deep in his chest at the sight of you slipping up and down, arousal dripping over his skin more and more the harder your press your hips to him. His grip on your wrist becomes a blissful sting of pain and pleasure as his fingers wrap tighter against your skin to keep you in place, the nails of your other hand clawing at the windowsill with nothing but whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

“Please...” So breathlessly you beg him, wanting to feel him inside of you, wanting him to rid your body of the tension, of the ache between your legs reaching out to every limb.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he orders, breath deep and raspy and strained against your ear, fingers pumping harshly in and out of you to earn every last whimper of his name that leaves your lips, “and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please,” you gasp, overwhelmed with the sudden force of his hand between your legs and the pleasure that courses through your entire being, “I w-want to feel y-you. I want to feel you-your cock.”

He has no intention of protesting as he pulls his fingers from within you, and instead wraps an arm around your waist to quickly guide you to your bed that was just behind the both of you. Your back hits the softness of the mattress with a bounce, earning another whimper as you watch him push his sweatpants to the floor before he climbs between your legs to meet your body on the bed.

Desperately his lips crash into yours, feeling his hardness press to your soaked slit, feeling his body mold into yours as he pushes his hips against you just to tease once again. You nibble against his bottom lip, tugging lightly with your teeth to hear a groan hit your ears in return and to feel his cock press against your center as you buck your hips to slip up and down his length.

Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists to pull your grip from his bare shoulders, instead pinning your arms above your head while flashing a wicked smirk across his lips. You want to whine, to beg and plead but the sight of him biting his bottom lip, eyes full of desire and lust as he peers down at you, leaves you so absolutely speechless, breathless even, that all you can do is lay beneath him trembling in anticipation.

“Patience, baby,” he says, one hand still pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other taking a firm grip of his cock to ease the tip over your folds. Your legs threaten to clasp together as they twitch, if only his thighs beneath them didn’t have them spread so far as he leans in, pushing just the head of his cock against your dripping entrance to have you gasping his name.

Then he pulls away, torturing you further as you wiggle your hips beneath him, begging without words for what you want most. He presses against you once more, pushing his cock into you slowly, taking his time to have you so worked up beyond belief, pleading with a whimper of his name.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His deep chuckle against your skin only taunts you, mouth skimming over the flesh of your neck as your head lolls back, enduring every moment of teasing with the tip of his cock pushing against you only to pull away a moment later to leave you empty. “You’re dripping, just for me, baby.” He kisses your neck as you gulp down the words you don’t have the strength to release regardless, lips so soft and tender against your skin to drive you wild.

And when you can barely stand anymore, becoming a quivering mess beneath him, he finally enters you, slowly, gently, pushing his hips against your body and thrusting his cock deep within your tightening walls, earning a gasp with your eyes shutting tight and your mouth falling open.

“Oh my G-god.” You can barely speak, barely form words or even think as he fills you up, only to call out his name once again when he pulls out, pulls away and with a twitch of his hips he thrusts back into you all over again.

“Harder,” you instruct him, so breathless once again, “faster.” Your voice grows too hoarse to speak, but he listens to your words. He listens to your body, the way you tighten around his length when he enters you. The way you moan and curse and huff anytime he thrusts just right to have your legs drawing up to his sides, still trembling, shaking, nearly giving out because the pleasure, the pressure from his hips, becomes too much to bear.

Thoughts of getting caught, of fucking with curtains drawn knowing anyone could see if they looked hard enough, leaves both of your minds. Neither of you care when you are so wrapped up in one another. With you loving the way he loses control and with him loving every moment of feeling your body react to him.

Your release approaches quickly, back arching from the bed, nails digging into the palms of your hands still pinned to the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, taking every long, deep thrust of his cock within you until a final gasp spilled from your lips as the pleasure coursed through you.

He abruptly releases your hands, allowing you to grab on tight to his shoulders, nails clawing skin as he takes hold of your hips, keeping you in place while ruthlessly thrusting in and out through your bliss that swelled from your center to every inch of your body. His fingers press harder, drawing out every breathless moan, every strained whimper, every gasp of his name until your body grows too limp, too weak, with limbs slacking at your sides.

But he is far from done, slowing his hips to hit deep within your walls with aggressive thrusts, bringing his own peak closer and closer as you whine from the overwhelming sensation, too sensitive, too far gone to handle much more, shuddering with every push of his cock within you. Your mind grows numb, the sounds of his groans drowning out around you until he suddenly pulls away.

You watch through fluttering lids as he grips himself in his hand, pumping his length a few times before releasing over you, strings of white coating the flesh of your stomach as he bites his lip, heavy breaths filling the room seconds before his body slumps beside you.

A few moments of catching your breaths, collecting yourselves, and gathering strength leads him to ease off your bed, reaching for his sweatpants to cover himself before making his way to your bathroom, only to return with a towel to rid you of any mess. You can’t help but to giggle tiredly as he takes care of you, bliss still filling you up even though the pleasure is over.

“So,” you begin, leaning up as he tosses the towel to the side, “are you really upset with me?” You bat your lashes as you recall his anger within his lust when he first entered your apartment, earning a chuckle from him before he turn to grab your discarded robe from the floor, but not before he tugs on the chain at your window, pulling the curtains to a close. You cock your head to the side, questioning his silence while sporting a curious expression, raising your arms as he covers your body before tying the knot to keep the silk material secure around you.

“I wanted to be,” he finally answers with an exhale, “but I have to say, it was well played.” A smirk appears over his lips a second later, causing you to giggle once again before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You can’t deny the end result was better than expected.” You shrug carelessly, noticing him lick his lips as he pulls you from the bed with a palm against yours. Eyes scan up and down your body, as if he was in thought over the remark even though the grin he flashed is more than convincing.

“I can’t deny that at all,” he tells you honestly. “But next time…”

“Hm?” You perk up as his words fade, curiosity filling you once again.

“Next time,” he sighs, placing his thumb beneath your chin to cause you to look into his eyes, “I want you to ride me, just like you liked to tease me while riding that pillow.”

Words couldn’t describe the amount of embarrassment that floods you, becoming flustered as you look away, grinning, knowing he hasn’t forgotten the very thing that brought him over in the first place.

“Who said there would be a next time?” you tease, finally meeting his gaze to notice his smirk disappear in an instant. Then he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to yours to have you melting right where you stand, careful hands holding your body close to his to feel his warmth.

And when he pulls away, a hint of his grin returns when he finally answers with a simple, “I did.”

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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temptation

warnings: 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + breeding kink + daddy kink + house wife kink + jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation

summary : its always three

a/n : it’s probably one of the filthiest things i’ve written so be ware!!! my guilty pleasure without a doubt so why not write my version of him. i couldn’t be more proud of myself so i hope you enjoy <3

It was an innocent crush. School girl as some call it, without a doubt, harmless. You admired him in passing, when he was perched on your countertop in a conversation with your dad. You take in his appearance each time he was around you. He aged like wine and to say it was frustrating was an understatement. His laugh contagious, his smile vibrant and his existence was demanding. Fantasizing about him late at night in the comfort of your safe space. Imagining him between your thighs, his tongue tracing forbidden words, his hands wandering your body and the angelic melody that would leave his lips that would be on yours.

You were trouble.

He swore it wouldn’t happen again, but yet here you were once again under him as he rammed into you with no mercy insight. Meant to be a one time thing. A very drunk one time thing — that was over four months ago. It had been all the cabernet you two had consumed at his family's vineyard. The night filled with stolen glances, lingered hand grazes and a whole lot sexual tension filled that breezy night. He knew it was wrong. It was forbidden, you were forbidden.

His best friend’s daughter.

Every bit was passionate, hungry, and horrible all at once. He was in love with you and you well, were head over heels for him. Carved straight out of your diary from middle school. It was an all consuming, mind boggling, head spinning romance. Messy hands after his featherlike graze brushed against your back — an innocent gesture. Haunting kisses that lived on repeat in his mind late at night, on your balcony with a glass of wine. You were a breath of fresh air. When his lips met yours for the first time he never wanted to leave them. That night was everything he never knew he needed.

He never understood why you were interested in someone older, let alone all six foot something of him until he asked you one night.

It’s not older men, it’s you.

“Where can I touch you, bambi?” His words rushed through your veins. Close enough to feel the thump, thump thump as he pressed up against your chest. His lips exploring every crevice of his new found home. Holding you close, afraid you’d disappear from him. The warmth provides a sense of protection, comfort.

“Everywhere.” Hooded lids with glazed eyes, swollen lips and a golden halo. Far too gone under his spell to say anything else. You needed him like air.

His hands came to cup your cheeks, noses touching and mirrored expressions. “Are you sure?” He looked at you searching for a protest heart pounding louder than the first time he touched you.

“Yes.”

His lips left a path of destruction everywhere he touched. The burning sensation trailed from your lips to your pussy. His tongue swirling your nipples and your fingers pinching the other. His teeth marking your impossibly hard nipples as he continued his trail.

“Fuck bambi, she’s pretty today. Is this mess all for me?” His eyes searching yours for the answer he so desperately needed to hear.

“Yes.” The whine hungry for his lips and desperate for his cock.

“Such a good girl, my pretty good girl.” His cold fingers roll your pebbled nipples, he bit his bottom lip and watched your hips buck in response.

“Do something, please.” You whimpered as you attempted to squeeze your legs together only to have his hands keep them open. He knew you needed him. He needed you more though.

“I’m right here, baby, i’m gonna take care of you. Promise” He swears as the top of his tongue meets your clit. Beg me.

His lips pressed against your clit tasting the honey that seeped out of you. He could watch you fall apart all day long. He ached for it. Each time you came he swore he met his creator. Angelic and sinful all in one. He swirled and nipped at your clit, two fingers sliding in and out of you as his arm held your hips down. The vibrations of the words mine, my pretty girl, need more permanently marked on your clit.

Your fingers running through his tousled hair demanding him to keep going, the faint taste of iron from your teeth biting into your bottom lip, and the angelic melodies of yours gracing his red tinted ears. He sucked harder and wrist worked faster to bring you to your orgasm, the one he knew you needed but in reality he needed more. It was his pride talking. His tongue carving Barnes on your clit in the promise of making you his. His kisses stamped on your inner thighs marking what was his. You were his.

His tongue slipping into your silk filled hole and his fingers now tracing Bambi and Barnes. You were sweeter than honey. The best thing he ever tasted. The second and close first was the mixture of him and you. His tongue swirling your hole needing you to cum. His efforts double in speed and strength pushing you over the edge and seeing stars.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He crawls over you brushing the hair from your face and placing his lips on you. The taste of you now engulfing your taste buds and you needed more.

You fingers brush the tip of his cock before slowly wrapping your hand around him and squeezing him, “I need you.” Your voice is weak and vulnerable. His lips placing a gentle kiss on your forehead in response.

You needed to feel him. Feel him brushing against your g’spot. Feel him stretching you out. Hear him pleading for you to cum. You needed him all of the time. He was your addiction.

Bucky never got tired of kissing you while he filled you completely. You were under his spell. His cock grazed your throbbing clit, teasing your pussy slightly before he pushed himself into you.

“I wish you could see how pretty you are when you cum, Bambi.” He grunted, cock sliding in and out your warm neck as you continued to beg for mercy, brand his back and fill you up two more times. “Truly a sight, so be my good girl and cum for me just like daddy asked you when I tell you too.”

The filth leaving his mouth only made you wetter. The sounds bouncing around the room. The sounds of his cock meeting your pussy, the wetness from your last orgasm, the heavy breathing from him and your melody gracing his ears.

“Cum for me, Bambi, just liked daddy asked you.”

Your back arching off the bed and pressing impossibly closer to him as you came all over his cock. His pace never faltering as fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. He needed one more out of you before he could leave some of him in you.

“One more. Need’ya to cum one more before I can, baby.” His pace sloppy and hard. Desperate for one more release out of you. “Reach down and rub that pretty pussy for daddy. Can you do that for me? Or are you too fucked out to do that?” His eyes dark and hungry. The only answer was yes.

Bucky liked control. Having the power, he was dominant by nature. He liked it rough with sweet words and hungry kisses. His sole interest being you. Three words. Three different emotions for those three different orgasms.

“Look at me bambi when I talk to you. Open those pretty eyes so you can look at me fucking you, cumming for me.” His hand wrapping around your neck and applying the perfect amount of pressure.

“Wanna buy a house with you. Need to fuck you in every room, every surface as you scream for more. Beg for me, pretty girl. Gonna put a baby in you — fuck do that again, bambi.” He grunted out, as you clenched around him as repeated his movements and ran his vibranium up and down your thigh. Your fingers working fast and needy for him.

“Would you like that?” You whined in response, grabbing his face and kissing him fiercely with every ounce of passion.

“I bet you would, fuck I know I would. I’ll fuck every chance I get.” He slams his hips harder, “Wake you up by eating your pretty pussy, you’d be such a good girl for me whenever, wherever right?”

“Yeah need that, daddy.” You moaned into his parted mouth, grasping to feel something in his mouth. Each others moans being passed to one another.

“I’ll fuck you to sleep every night beautiful. I promise.”

“Gonna cum, Can I?”

“Go ahead, Bambi, mark me.” The husky voice spoke as you came again and watching you cum made him lose it. His pace never stopping as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. His movements slowing down, his forehead pressed against yours and a forbidden kiss.

He slowly pulled out of you which made you whimper, “I know beautiful. Just need to clean you up.” His eyes dilated. He could feel you dripping. He trailed down your body kissing every where he possibly could right before meeting the most inviting sight.

His lips trail along your thighs soothing the bruised marks he left behind earlier. His fingers scoop up the combination of you and him and press the cum back into you. Kissing you once more.

It was something beyond wildest dreams. Silk sheets, feathered pillows in your oasis. And this love was glowing in the dark, leaving a permanent mark.

“This is for you.” He leaned over and handed you a black box and an inquisitive look appearing on your face, “Just open it.” He spoke up from next to you as his fingers messed with your long legs.

It was gold and long. That held a B on it. His fingers removing it from your grip and place it on you.

“Now everytime your legs are over my shoulder you have something pretty to look at.”

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upon-a-starry-night · 11 months

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Marvel Incorrect Quotes

*Y/n being interviewed*

Interviewer: So y/n, what makes you happy?

Y/n: Natasha

Interviewer: awee. okay- What makes you scared?

Y/n:... Natasha

Interviewer: oh? okay.. uhm. What turns you on?

Y/n:*sweating profusely*... N- Natasha

Interviewer: are you going to answer Natasha to every question

Y/n: *on the verge of tears* N- n-

interviewer: -No?

Y/n: *softly* ᴺᵃᵗᵃˢʰᵃ

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Future Plans

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Steve has a desire to have a family and you’re no one to stop him.

WARNINGS: Non-con; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Pregnancy.

AN: First time writing non-con, so let me know how this is. This is a small gift for reaching 900 followers, thank you guys! Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“No! Stop it!” you cry out but to no avail. Steve keeps fucking you against the matress with rough thrusts, his pelvis hitting your own in a painful way that makes you squeal.

You’re dry as a desert and it only makes your pain worse, his massive cock drilling your weak pussy. His hands hold down your wrists, his handsome face contorted with wicked pleasure as his sweat drips down to your face.

The bed squeaks with every movement, continuously hitting the wall behind it. The tears keep wetting your face as you’re unable to control yourself. You hate him so much, you just want him to leave you alone.

“Oh, fuck, I’m getting so close.” he groans, eyes rolling with satisfaction. Steve tries to kiss you, but you turn your head so his lips kiss your skin instead, sucking and spreading his disgusting saliva all over you.

“I’m gonna give you a kid, how about that?” he grunts, moving a hand to grab your face, forcing you to stare at him. Horror fills every inch of your body, the little hope you had for yourself starting to disappear.

“No, no…” you regain energy as you strongly try to push Steve away from you. A child is the least thing you need right now.

He only chuckles, followed by a moan and he thrusts into you harder, eyes glinting with intense emotion. Lust, madness.

“You’re gonna be so heavy with my kid that you won’t be able to stand properly, much less run away. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Fuck, yes.” Steve mutters, his thrusts getting more erratic and violent as he keeps talking.

“I’ll always keep you pregnant, heavy and full of my babies. That’s going to be so nice, isn’t it?” tears keep running down your face and you’re not sure if it’s because of his aggressive way of fucking you or because of deranged his plans.

He fucks you relenlessly until he suddenly halts, a loud moan escaping his lips as the buries his face on your face. Steve crashes down on top of you, his weight making it harder for you to breathe but he doesn’t seem to notice you trying to get away from him.

Instead, he kisses your neck and takes a deep breath, pushing his cock until you can’t take more of him. Some white cum drips down your pussy and down your thighs, the feeling is gross and you can’t wait to clean it all.

He seems to have read your mind because he hugs you, twisting your body so that you’re caged back into his arms, his cock still buried inside you.

“No cleaning, babe, we gotta make sure it sticks. We should have a little one in nine months.” Steve declares, tilting his hips upwards, as he kisses the top of your sweaty head.

You close your eyes, hoping to wake up next morning and find out it’s all just a big nightmare.

It’s not and in nine months, you find yourself holding a tiny baby as Steve fervoulsy kisses your forehead, thanking you for giving him such a beautiful bundle of joy.

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mizzarh · 3 months

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Logan quietly enjoying his cold beer, contemplating life, when suddenly his little army of adopted teenage daughters decide they want to keep him company

*click for hq*

#I thought it would be a cute scenario #might colour it properly later #also no one is more deserving of the dad-of-the-year award #collecting all of these lost teenagers as if they're stray little cats <3 #x-23 #laura kinney #Jubilee #xmen #x-men #marvel #fanart #Logan #james howlett #wolverine #rogue #kitty pryde #X-men #X23

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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I just want you a little longer all to myself

kinktober, day eleven

a/n: yep, this is the dream. being like horny teens with matt at the office...

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, reader works at nelson and murdock, office sex, kissing, oral, foreplay

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“Okay, so that toasted avocado sandwich for you and a tuna one for you?” gesturing to both you and Matthew, Foggy went over today’s lunch wishes one last time as he neared the door.

“Yep,” you smiled, your toe absentmindedly tapping the floor as you watched the floppy-haired man exit the office.

“Cool,” he swung it open, jokingly adding just before he disappeared from your view, “have fun sorting out those documents while I’m gone!”

It took approximately five seconds after the door slammed shut for you and the other lawyer to run into each other's arms as if you were just two hormonal youths, unable to be in the same room with one another without ripping each other’s clothes off.

Tearing your lips away from his, your fingers began to feverously tug at his silky tie, “how long do you think we have till he gets back?” your frame curved into his touch as he dug into the softness of your ass, backing you up into his own office.

“Not long enough,” Matt groaned, kicking the door shut behind him as you soon crashed into the desk, “but we’ll make it work,” nipping against your lips as he clawed at your dress. Spinning you around, you braced on the cluttered table as the man behind you fervently lowered himself to the floor, scooping up the fabric around your hips as he descended.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt his stubble gently scratch against you, his hot kisses climbing up the tingling flesh of your thighs, “not that I don’t love the sexiness of sneaking around with you,” your point was abruptly halted by a strangled whimper as he finally reached your core, hooking your underwear to the side for him to bury his face in your heat, “but when are we gonna tell at least him?”

Mumbling against your glossy folds, the vibration made you shiver, “soon, I promise,” causing your hand to swiftly shoot down in order to impatiently yank him back up. As your fingers frantically fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him inside of you, he leaned in and kissed the shell of your ear, “I just want you a little longer all to myself…”

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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"These streets are yours" - Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader

SUMMARY: Relationships and vigilantes don't mix. You and Matt at the best proof of that. Old flames are lit once again when you come back to Hell's Kitchen for personal business and run into the man you claim you don't love anymore.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.1k

Based on: "These streets" - Bastille

Bastille is having a concert in my country and I'm not going, I had to drop my second major and was told my short story is boring. Life is ARGHHH at the moment

Matt hated everything that smelled like berries. The fruity aroma made bile foam on his lips and tears stung his eyes: all because he knew that at the end of the metaphorical line, at the source of the heavenly fragrance, was everything except the sweet delight he yearned for; everything except for you.

There was a time when he was a drowning man holding on to a razor when he would meet up specifically with women that reminded him of you. But then, when morning came and the passion faded, he felt even more heartbroken than before, because none of those flings could quite hit the spot: they laughed differently than you did, they didn't make the same corny jokes, their jewellery didn't rattle the same way. It was all very desperate of him but Matt knew that and, as time passed, he began accepting it. He was a man ruined, looking for love lost in the shapes of other women.

You disliked New York. Not because of some genius loci of this place or the cursed traffic or even the people that only occasionally presented kindness. Ever since you parted ways with Matt, the Big Apple felt stained in a way as if those streets were suddenly paved with every memory and thought you had that revolved around that man. In every window and puddle, you swore you could see his face.

The visit to that dreaded city was far from something you took up happily but it was a matter of honour and reliability rather than a pastime: you had to do a small thing for someone who helped you recently and so you were left only with the prayer to every God that listened that you wouldn't run into Matthew Murdock. When you took the first step on the New York pavement, you already knew that those long nights of convincing yourself that you had no care for him were just that - poor attempts at lying to yourself. There was no telling what you were going to do if you were to meet him.

The God that listened, however, must have had very little sympathy for you.

Matt was doing his usual rounds, scouting all of Hell's Kitchen in search of any wickedness. He carefully listened to each sound inside the building, each step and heartbeat, planning his strategy.

Then, that dreaded aroma hit his nostrils and Matt swore he would die a happy man choking on it:

Berries.

His voice trembled as he called out your name in an oddly questioning manner, a mixture of longing and excitement forcing his heart to beat faster than it should.

"Wasn't really expecting to run into you, Matt," you answered while walking toward him. The other thing you didn't quite expect was for him to change so much: he dressed differently and seemed to be more brooding than the last time you saw him. He looked sad or angry in the faint moonlight.

It sounded bizarre to say his name again and for him, it was completely weird to hear it again. Matt could never quite put his finger on it but there was something about the way you pronounced it that was unusual. A grimace appeared on his face for a second when he suddenly realized how much he missed hearing you say his name.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly. Despite thinking of that moment through many sleepless nights, at the moment he couldn't recall even one grand confession he had carefully thought of: it was just him and his heartache.

He was within an arm's reach, closer than he had been throughout the past few months and yet he felt miles away, cold and unreachable. Meanwhile, Matt fought against himself to not wrap his arms around you even if it was for the last time in his life. You noticed he was clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.

"I owe a favour to someone." You sounded so casual and Matt began to wonder whether he wasn't the stupider of the two of you to still dwell on the happy days drowned with love that he could no longer express. "I'll be gone before you know it."

"Maybe you could stay for a while?" Matt proposed. He didn't want to outright beg, although by the ache inside his chest he knew it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. "There's plenty of crime to go around."

You chuckled at his words, although your thoughts were elsewhere: for a split second your mind wandered through the memories of the months you didn't dare dwell on - when it was the two of you versus the Big Bad like a hardly funny buddy-cop movie. Those were good times, you had to admit but as all minutes that make a heart swell, they too had to pass.

"No, Matt." You shook your head. In your own mind, you were doing him a favour in not giving him even a shadow of hope but, truthfully, it was a quite selfish action. "These streets are yours, you can keep them." You made a vague gesture towards the surrounding city. "I don't want them."

"I missed you," he confessed suddenly. You almost thought his voice broke.

"Don't worry, I won't show my face here anymore." A bitter laugh left your mouth. In your naive thinking, it was akin to mercy to not admit just how much you yearned for him too.

His sight pained you, along with the small distance between your bodies. The longer you remained in his presence, the more you felt like giving in to your desperation and heartache - something that never ends well. Nervously, you run your hand through your hair, ready to leave Matt as quickly as possible.

Before you could turn around and leave into the night, like a summer dream of berries and sunlight, Matt grabbed your arm. His grip was strong, unyielding in a way. Despite that, you couldn't think of that unexpected action as in any way aggressive; no, there was actually something comforting about being held by him once again.

Matt's face got closer to yours - closer than used-to-be lovers should. You felt his ragged breath on your face. He stood there silently for a moment as did you, both somehow unsure as to what ought to follow this bittersweet encounter.

He, however, made the first move to end the anxious silence, whispering words you could never admit you yearned to hear:

"There's a hole in my heart that's shaped like you and no one else can ever fit into it."

Then, in the uncomfortable coldness of the night, you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. Matt's hands moved to cradle your neck. A stray tear brought saltiness to your tongue but you weren't sure which one of you shed it.

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER THREE: KISS ME

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me.”

▸ summary: it’s the big first date, what can go wrong? ▸ characters: bucky barnes, tony stark (face time), & steve rogers ( phone call ) ▸ word count: 6,600 ▸ warnings: fluff, slight angst, (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY) smut ▸ series masterlist

It was safe to say you were a little bit nervous.

“You know, I can always call you back.”

“No! I need to know if I look okay!”

You glanced back over at your computer after coming out from your bathroom. A very disgruntled Tony stared back at you from a computer screen.

“Isn’t this sort of thing better fit to do with Romanoff?”

Nervously, you stalked back over to your table, sitting down at the chair as you picked at the sleeves of your sweater. “Usually, yes. But I’m not too sure I want any of the guys to know I’m on a date. Especially since they’re Steve’s friends too. It’d make things complicated for everyone.”

The mention of your ex caused Tony’s nose to scrunch up. The two usually got along but lately its apparently been a little too hot and cold than a regular friendship. “Make things complicated then. I say you tell him and let him really regret how things went.”

“I’m not going to intentionally start a fight with Steve just for your amusement, Tony.” You glared, feeling like this video call was turning into a bit of a mistake. “I really need you to keep this a secret for now, okay?”

Tony mimicked your glaring expression, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And if I let it slip my next visit to New York?” He was only teasing, but like always, letting your brother have this upper hand, even in jokes always bothered you.

“If you let this slip, I’ll be sure to let Happy know what you did in the back of his Lincoln on your last birthday.”

Instead of getting angry like you figured, Tony broke out into a devious giggle fit. Clapping his hands like a small child as he recalled the memory. “Oh man, he’d really kill me. But alright, fair enough. I’ll keep your secret.”

Sighing in a small relief, you stood up from the seat again to show off your simple outfit. Circling around so he could get a full view of your look.

“You really wanna go on a date for the first time in months in jeans and a sweater?”

“We’re only just having dinner tonight, Tony. I doubt I need to look extravagant for a Wednesday night. Besides..does it look really bad?”

A guilty look slipped over his face. “No, kid. I’m only teasing.” He smiled, reaching past the screen to grab his drink. You frowned a bit at the sight, knowing that it’s too early still in the day for him to drink.

“Any word back from Pepper?”

He breathed heavy through his nose, shaking his head sadly before he downed the rest of the liquid without a wince. “Still kind of blocked. But I’m hoping with some of the work I’ve been doing, she’ll see I’m changing. For the better.”

A small pang of guilt filled your chest. Making you slightly worried about having left your brother like this when he might need someone by his side. The ongoing break up with Pepper was obviously getting the best of him.

He was trying his best to distract himself with work that even you knew was boring to him. He wasn’t even making as many new gadgets these days. You only hoped Pepper would notice how much he was trying.

Tony tilted his head on the screen, catching your face as your thoughts began to run. “Don’t worry about me, kid. Things will work out itself. But I gotta say,” he laughed, giving you a warm smile. “It’s nice to see you happy like this again.”

You ducked your head, trying to not let your brother see how shy and nervous you were. “One of us Starks has to be able to hold onto a relationship right?” His words were playful but laced with a sad undertone.

“Tony...”

“It’ll go great! You’re a peach and I’m sure if you’re willing to go out with him, he's a decent guy. Just be careful and call me soon with how it goes. I’ll want to hear all about it.”

Raising a brow at that, you turned to face the camera, giving a teasing smirk at his request. Tony suddenly looked more distressed than the happy calm look he had before. “WAIT.” He gasped, shaking his head quickly. “I changed my mind. Don’t call!”

You could only let out a loud laugh as you waved goodbye at the camera watching his eyes go wide. “Goodbye, pervert!” The last thing you see before ending the call was him making fake vomit noises as he hunched over in his chair.

After closing up the laptop, your room is suddenly filled with a calming silence. The call ended up helping ease your mind a little bit. Talking things out with Tony usually did that. But there was still a slight nervousness you couldn’t shake off.

Bucky meant a lot to you these days. He was your friend and you were the one person in his life that he felt comfortable with. You didn’t want to ruin any of that with a date gone bad.

But even with that plaguing thought, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the way he had asked you out. His reassurance, the shyness in his voice, and the slight pink hue that had gone over his cheeks. He wanted this. And honestly, you really wanted this too.

The rapping of three knocks on the front door made you jump a bit. Checking one more time in the mirror before you walked over to check the peephole. The fish eye view of Bucky through the door made you smile a bit before you opened up.

“Wow..” he breathed. His eyes scanned over your figure, making you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Nervously you tugged down at the hem of your sweater, trying to cover up a bit before he held his hands up. Seeming to understand your sudden reaction. “You look amazing.”

Taking your turn to look over his appearance, you bite your lip at the sight. His regular tattered clothes have been replaced. New dark wash jeans, a freshly bought red Henley sweater, and his usual framed hair was combed away from his face.

There was even a small hint of cologne that filled your senses. He looked perfect. “I could say the same.” You murmured, not quite finding your voice yet.

“You ready?” He asked softly, reminding you that you actually had to talk and not just stare at him all night. Though that didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Yeah. sorry,” you chuckled, reaching for your keys to push in your pocket. “Let me just grab my bag and we can go.”

“Actually, all you’ll need is just your keys. I have everything else set up.”

“Everything else?”

He pulled you out your door, letting you quickly lock up before he pointed over towards the door to the roof access. “Figured it might be better for us to have a private dinner for two.”

Grinning, you rushed over to his side and slipped your hand in his. Watching the pink grow on his cheeks. You honestly never got tired of seeing him like that.

“I’d love nothing else.”

The two of you are huddled close on the makeshift bedding on the floor. Bucky’s idea of a small intimate dinner had been finger foods that he bought from a street market nearby. Something so small and intimate. Something that you weren’t used to, considering most of your dates in the past couple of years had been in major cities. But this was better to was sort of unusual for your dates, but pleasantly enjoyable. Either that or the company was what made it worth it.

Bucky was currently failing at hiding the smile on his face. Being only lit up by the few candles that surrounded the two of you. He’s been letting you go on about an extremely horrible vacation you had taken with Tony to Florida when you were eight years old. The original plan was to try and go to Disneyworld and catch Britney Spears perform. Until a series of unfortunate events occurred.

“So there we were on the side of the road, still tired from the flight in, sweating from this wet and hot Florida heat. Tony’s fighting with our driver about his limo breaking down, Happy is on the car phone with getting a tow, and I’m in the back seat crying because I wasn’t gonna go to the happiest place on earth or see my idol.”

“Please tell me that’s the end of the troubles.”

“It would have been. If it hadn’t been monsoon season.”

He lowly laughed at your misfortunes, making you feel a little bit more humorous at the bitter memory. You made it a point to huff jokingly as you take the last papanasi, aka desert, from his plate and pop it in your mouth.

The bit of jam on your face is worth it to see how fast his smile dropped. “You’re incredibly childish.” He mused, reaching a hand up to wipe the side of your mouth with his thumb. The action made your heart beat erratically, nearly making you miss his question. “Did you ever get to hear that girl?”

“Who? Britney? Oh yeah!” Despite the bad trip, it managed to get Tony into contact with people over at Disney, giving him the chance to get the pop star to perform at your birthday that year. “Got a hell of a performance to myself in my own backyard. With nice California weather I might add.”

Bucky rolled his eyes with a playful smile tugged at his lips. “Your brother must have pulled a lot of strings to make it happen.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, never having thought of it too much until now. “Tony does stuff like that a lot. He’s kinda more like another parent I guess.”

He hummed in response to that, dropping eye contact to look down at his lap. For a second you noticed his face flicker in concentration before turning into disappointment.

Reaching out, you threaded your fingers with his so you could rub the back of his hand soothingly. “Still here with me?”

The sound of his shaky exhale is all you heard for a moment until his blue eyes found yours again. “There’s a girl..in my mind. I can’t..remember her. But I remember helping her.”

You give him a few seconds to try and get his train of thought out. “I keep seeing her crying at a table. She’s so young, but she’s holding her arms out to me..at least I think it’s me. She wants a hug. I think she was family..”

“Do you remember her name?”

The question threw him off, making him push his plate aside as he brought his knees up in front of him. Despite the awkward position, he didn’t let go of your hand. Using the tips of your fingers as something to toy with as he tried to think. It’s not long till he’s dejectedly shaking his head.

“You had a sister named Rebecca..”

He repeated her name, trying to fit the name to the memory. “She was the baby. My baby sister.”

Nodding your head, you place your plate on the side now and bring his hand into your lap, massaging gently into the palm like you always did when he tried to go into deep memory. “You were probably like a third parent to her too.” you said softly, hoping to help urge his memory too.

“How..how did you- What else do you know?”

You kept your eyes down on your lap, staring at the pattern of lines that were inside his hand instead of his eyes that were currently puzzled at you. Honestly, you knew a lot more about Bucky’s family and bits of his past than you let on. Mostly all from Steve or his general history down at the Smithsonian.

“Hey,” he urged, tugging at you to look up again. “Tell me.” He whispered.

“I know a lot. I just never said anything because I didn’t want to overwhelm you with memories I wasn’t even a part of.”

“What do you mean?”

Dropping his hand, you ignore the bit of sadness that’s washed over his face. “I wanted your memories to come from you. Not from me feeding them to you.” Turning your body to face him now, you reached out to cup at the side of his face, smiling a bit when he naturally nuzzled into the palm of your hand.

“You’re going to go through a lot of feelings and possibly triggers during your memory recovery. I don’t want to ruin all that hard work by making you distrust me at any point for being the only person telling you stuff about you.”

There’s a slight tickle to your hand when his lips brush against the inside, making your eyes glued to his mouth unashamedly. “It’s okay to tell me if you’re trying to help me.”

“But it won’t be right for me of all people to tell you stuff about your past. Especially if I wasn’t even there.”

Now it’s his turn to reach out for you, letting his right hand wrap around the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him. “You’re the only thing that feels right to me these days. I think it’s okay if you tell me things that I think could help.”

Pressing his forehead against yours, you try to focus on breathing instead of how much stronger his cologne has plagued your senses again. “D-Do you really think that?”

“That you can help me? Yeah.”

Shaking your head slightly, you traced your fingers slowly down his neck, feeling him shiver a bit before you put your hands between you again. “No, I meant do you really think I’m the only thing that feels right to you?”

A somewhat chuckle comes from his lips and you can’t help but thrive to hear that sound again from him. “‘Course I do. You’re the best thing that’s been in my life in seventy years.”

You do your best to hide the smile on your face from that comment. But all Bucky does is grab hold of your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes again. “I mean it. You mean a lot to me..”

For a moment there’s no other words said. But the two of you slowly inch closer together. The cold touch of his other hand grazes at your jawline, letting him cup your face while also cooling your heated cheek. And just when you think he’s about to kiss you..

“Miss Stark, you have an urgent call from Avengers tower.”

He pulled away first, making you frown at what could have been before you reached into your pocket for your phone. “FRIDAY, I thought I turned you off here.”

“Apologies, boss, but it’s a bypassed message.”

Looking over at Bucky, you give a weak apology and get up from the floor to quickly answer the call. “Sam Wilson this better be good!” You muttered into the phone.

The other line is silent for a moment. Making you think you had lost reception until a voice finally spoke up. “It’s not Sam..”

You nearly drop the phone then and there. The sound of Steve Rogers on the other line was enough to do that after months of ignoring his calls. But why he was calling in the first place was more nerve wracking than his voice.

“Uh, hey Steve. Didn’t really expect it to be you on the other end.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know that Bucky had focused on your conversation now. The slight sound of shuffling as he got up from the floor was pretty loud in your ears. Something about him being able to most likely hear what Steve said to you made your stomach begin to turn.

“Well considering you’ve ignored me for months, I figured out I’d try a little extra measure to reach you.”

“It’s not like you don’t know why I haven’t been picking up your calls or texts.” You frowned, hating your emotions for rising up so easily again. “What did you need, Steven?”

There’s a huff on the other end. The use of his full name still bothered him despite not having heard it in months from you. “Sweetheart, Are you serious right now? I have no idea where you are for months and you haven’t let anyone here tell me how you are. I’ve been worried.”

“I know for certain they aren’t just leaving you dry with information about me. I’m fine, Steve. Great, even.” You really do mean it, but with the frustration of the call it comes off more sarcastic than you want it to.

“Look, just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you. I still miss you Scout..”

A tiny part of your emotions brought out a bit of guilt. It had been a while since you last spoke to him. And it wasn’t like you didn’t care for Steve. You did, just not in the way that he’d want you to be. “Look, I didn’t..I’m sorry. Things are just different now.”

“It doesn’t have to be. I still think of you as my friend. And friends check in.”

Stupidly, you peek over your shoulder, catching the sombering sight of Bucky staring off at the end of the rooftop now. Though you could only see the side of his face, it was enough for you to feel your stomach twist up even more. This phone call wasn’t helping anyone right now. “Steve, now is not a good time to catch up. I’m busy.”

“Too busy for me? You used to always have time for me.”

Bucky seemed to have heard enough of the conversation and changed what he was looking at into cleaning up the area. The way he quickly dismantled the little area you two had just been connecting on was being thrown into his bag. Each crush of paper and plate into the other bag with trash was like a stab in your chest. “I used to have a lot with you. Now? Not so much.”

“Please don’t say that. You never even gave me a chance to fight for-“

“Steve, I have to go. I’m..with a friend.” You blurted. The whole world seemed to pause as Bucky stared frozen at the ground and Steve paused on the line. The man before you looked wide eyed into the bag in his hand. Shit.

“I’m sorry..I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well now you know what I’m up to. Please don’t call again.” You don’t mean to end it so abruptly or so rudely. Really, you knew you should give Steve the chance to talk things out. At least for civility. But watching Bucky pack up made you panic. Especially because you were too much of a coward to tell the truth about what you were doing. This wasn’t how the date was supposed to go.

“Hey, I’m so sorry about all that. I-“

“You don’t have to apologize.” He replied curtly, not noticing how the reply made you visibly wince. Carefully, you extended your arm out, trying to reach for his. In a single grab for the bag he brought everything out in, he managed to avoid your touch. “It was getting kinda late anyway.”

“It’s only nine..”

He glanced down at his wristband, noting the time with a flicker of astonishment before the cold hard look returned on his face. “Yeah, well maybe we can just turn in early.”

There didn’t feel like much you could do to save the night. And what hurt the most was the idea that you said something that might have upset Bucky. He wasn’t a part of the break up, he didn’t need to be in this mess.

“Okay.” You mumbled, continuing your streak of being a coward tonight. Picking up the trash, you helped gather the rest of the stuff. Eventually staggering behind him towards the stairwell. He reached out to grab the bag from you, using his other hand to open the door back to your floor. Not meeting your gaze the entire time you walked down the steps.

“I had a good time, Bucky. I really am sorry for the call.”

For a second you see a flicker of anger cross his face before he quickly shook it off. “Don’t worry about it.” The two of you seem to move glacial towards your door. If he wasn’t so noticeably upset with you, you would have thought he was trying to linger.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” The question comes out weaker than you wished, making you realize how worried you’d be if he said no to it. A glimpse inside your apartment made you gulp. The darkness inside creeped you out. It didn’t have its usual welcome feeling.

“Yeah, we have training to work on.” A sigh of relief slightly slipped past your lips. Not seeing him would have felt a lot worse than anything.

He offered you a small smile, but you could tell that it wasn’t really how he felt. “I’ll see you then.” The most he gave you as a goodnight was a small rub at your shoulder before he turned to the stairs. Giving your heavy heart a sinking feeling with every step down he took. The sounds of his heavy boots echoing along until the sound of his door shutting forced you to move again.

It’s only an hour or two later that you realized what mistake it was to let him walk away. You liked Bucky. More than just a regular kind of crush. But you really liked having this kind of date with him. And you knew that if you hadn’t just came out with it to Steve you wouldn’t have ruined it.

There were only two options now. You could either leave the night as is, go to bed and try to move on from the awkward terrible ending of the date. OR you could try and still fix this while you can.

Before you could even register it, your legs had already led you out the front door. Closing it softly behind you as you made your way down the next floor. Thankfully no one around the two floors seemed to be awake, meaning they wouldn’t catch you in your pajamas. Bucky’s door loomed underneath the light that shined at the edge of his doorway.

Raising your hand up, you tried to ignore the slightly erratic beating of your heart. But before your knuckle could be the surface of the wood, the door opened up. Revealing a slightly tired looking Bucky.

“I heard you coming downstairs. What’s wrong?”

Your body had seemed to move faster than your mind because all you could do was flop your mouth open and close. Trying to form the words in your mind. But being here before him, you realized how scary it was to admit this kind of truth to him.

That only seemed to make Bucky grow slightly more concerned. His hand reached out to cup the side of your face as he shushed you to calm down. “Hey, it’s okay. What happ-“

Cutting him off, you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly as you pressed your body tight against his chest. Thankfully, he’s quick to hold you back, rubbing the cool metal hand against your back.

“I’m so sorry.” You started, pressing your face against the soft shirt on his chest. The light bumping of his heart was faint against your cheek. “None of that should have happened. All I wanted was to spend time with you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and just when you think he’s still upset, he surprises you. Pressing his lips against the top of your head as he gave you a gentle kiss. “I’m sorry if I got upset too easily. I haven’t exactly felt jealousy in a while.” He admitted softly, moving to rest his cheek on the top of your head now.

“I didn’t mean to lie to Steve about what I was doing..he’d only try and talk about it. You’re still this secret that I’m not exactly ready to share with anyone yet.”

“And here I thought you were covering up for me because it’s what I wanted.”

The heat of a blush crept over your cheeks, making you thankful that he couldn't see your face exactly. You didn’t mean for that part to slip out. “It’s a little bit of both now. I’ve had you to myself for so long..I’m not ready to give that up.”

He gently pushed your face away, allowing his warm right hand to cup the side of your already heated cheek. The look in his blue eyes was gentle, the kind of look they always had when he looked at you. “I don’t really want to share you with anyone either.”

“On the roof,” you whispered. “You said I meant a lot to you. Well, you mean a lot to me too.”

“Do you really mean that?”

Without hesitation you nodded your head quickly. “Yes, you mean so much, Bucky.” The front of his chest swelled at that, making him let out a breath that he seemed to be holding in.

You stood up on the tip of your toes, allowing your face to inch closer to his. Taking the hint, he leaned his face down towards yours, letting his nose brush against the side of yours. “Can I?..” he asked softly.

Nodding your head, you allow your eyes to slip close, meeting him in the middle. It’s been almost months since you last shared a kiss with Bucky. The last time had been at the wrong time. You were panicked, worried, and guilty for sharing a kiss while with Steve.

This time was different in the best way. His lips were soft, warm, with hints of toothpaste, possibly from getting ready for bed after he left your apartment. It still managed to make your heart beat speed up like a hummingbird. There was a faint tickle against your cheek from his beard making you smile into the kiss. It was absolutely perfect.

Bucky seemed just as happy as you did, humming against your mouth. It would seem he only gotten better since the last kiss you two shared together.

When the two of you parted mouths slightly for some air, he used his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip. Playfully teasing you and getting you to unashamedly emit a whiney moan. But instead of making you feel embarrassed by that, he only seemed to grow more pleased. The blues in his eyes were nearly gone with how blown out they became.

“I’m not gonna be able to stop kissing you.” He panted, already leaning back in to steal a couple of more pecks. When you didn’t pull back from him, he took that as his chance to bring your body closer to his. Hooking his hands into the back of your legs so that he could have them wrapped around his waist.

“Then don’t stop.” You laughed, letting your head lull forward, sneaking your way into the side of his neck and giving some attention to the soft skin there. Nodding his head, he took that as a sign to slowly pull you inside his apartment, and shut the door behind him with a gentle kick.

Now you two had the rest of the night to end the date right.

ONE MONTH LATER

“Again.” He grunted. Moving his arm to wrap around your middle, tugging you closer to him. The light touch of his metal hand brushed against the exposed part of your waistline. Causing you to shiver against him. Every part of his front was pressed into your back, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than curling your body to him.

“Please, I need a break.” You moaned, feeling the adrenaline start to wind down.

Bucky chose to ignore that, leaning down a bit so his lips barely brushed against your ear as he spoke. “You wanted this, darling.” Again you shivered. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“I’m getting a sense of deja vu.” You chuckled, returning to the same position as before. With your body facing him again, the man beneath you moved to have your leg wrap around his waist, giving him a good view of your body.

“Darling, I know you’ve got one more in you for me.” He said lowly. There was a rough gravel like sound in his voice, possibly from how loud he was earlier. Regardless, it managed to make the heat in your body pool down to your core again. Making you just as needy as he seemed to be at the moment.

“Can you give me one more, baby? Just one more time.”

The tone he cooed at you was making your head spin. Would everything about him make you this hot? Leaning down, you pressed your lips to kiss against his swollen ones, tasting the lingering taste of yourself from earlier.

“You’re killing me.” You chuckled, pulling away to catch a smirk appearing on his face. The bastard enjoyed teasing you way too much.

Reaching down between your bodies, you stare at Bucky’s face and grab hold of his cock. Watching the way his plump pink lips parted at the sensation. A quick glance showed you how hard and red the member was. Making you a little surprised that he was still this ready for you, even after having a go at it a few moments ago.

With a gentle couple of strokes, and a few teasing words yourself, you almost deny him the thing he really wants until his eyes snapped down at you. Watching the movement of your hands before he reached out to grip at your hips. “Darling..” he warned, looking more like a hungry lion than your sweet boyfriend.

“Don’t worry, baby.” You sighed, lifting up your hips to hover over his waist. “I need you too.” Aligning the tip of his cock to your core, you eased down onto his body, feeling the way he filled up inside of you perfectly.

“God,” he groaned, leaning his head to rest against your shoulder. “I’ll never get tired of this feeling.” He pressed soft kisses against your collar bone before his mouth wrapped around your exposed breast. The sensitive bud grew tighter the more his lips and teeth toyed with it.

It hasn’t been long since the two of you started this aspect of your relationship. After that first date, the most you two did was make out or cuddle in each other’s beds. It wasn’t till about two weeks ago that you finally were able to express more in the relationship through intimacy.

Bucky needed to take things slow at first. Something you didn’t mind at all, any moment with him was special. It was only a couple of first tries that he claimed to feel a little bit like someone he used to know.

“Move, Bucky. Please.” You whined, wrapping your arms around hsi neck. He stopped playing with your breast, giving the red skin one last kiss before he slipped back up to kiss you again. Without giving you a reply, he kept the kiss going as he began to snap his hips up into you. Making sure every thrust was strong and deep.

A chorus of moans is all that’s heard between the two of you. Mouths openly panting against each other as the pleasure seemed to grow.

The very pleasure that deliciously made you both weak. Whether it be for the perfect spot Bucky managed to hit, or from the way your pussy gripped tightly to his aching cock. The man beneath you seemed to need to stimulate you even more, licking the tip of his thumb before he reached down between you two. The calloused pad gently rubbed at your already sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I can’t!” You gasped, letting your head fall back as you moved your body to thrust against him now. A small dark smirk glossed over his face.

“You can handle it, darling. Let me make you feel good.”

He always enjoyed watching you become desperate for the release of an orgasm. Seeing the way you tried to squirm out of his grip. But even if he pulled back for a second, you’d manage to pull him back in. Rocking your hips to move harder on top of him. It drove him wild.

It was sudden when he held onto you tightly and turned the two of you over on your bed. Switching the positions now so that he was on top of you. It allowed him to push his cock deeper inside, slowly and slowly until he bottomed out. Having almost every part of him cover your body. The sensation earned his name to fall past your lips in a chant.

Eventually there was the overwhelming climax that was starting to approach you. The ache in your core grew stronger and it’d only be a couple of more thrusts until you were going to split apart. Falling into that heaven like state you always did after sex.

His head leaned down to meet yours, giving your lips a tender kiss before he moved to settle his face against your neck, biting and licking against the sweat coated skin. “I’m getting close.” He warned.

His breath was hot as it washed against you, making it hard to calm down. “Me too.” You groaned, moving your legs to hook around his waist. It gave for a better angle for him to thrust into. Causing the walls of your pussy to clench harder around his cock. He whined loudly, sounding a lot like a wolf to the moon. The better angel almost had him stopping his pumping.

“Come for me.” He groaned, snapping his hips at a pace that nearly had you bouncing underneath him. With the command of his deep voice and the fastened speed of his movements, it isn’t long till your body goes rigid, nails digging into the skin on his back as the wave of ecstasy washed over you.

The feeling of Bucky’s moan against the skin of your neck lets you know that he's reached his peak too. Followed up with the slowed and sloppy thrusts from his body. The soft mewls of content couldn’t stop coming from your lips as you searched for his lips, needing to feel him completely everywhere.

It’s only a few moments after that the two of you have stopped moving. Still tangled together, but now trying to calm down and get your breaths back to normal. Or at least that’s what you did while Bucky murmured praises against your body, kissing at his favorite spots before he’s pulled back to look down at you.

The post sex gaze of his always made you more shy than any look he’d give you before hand. Mostly because you weren’t sure anyone has ever looked at you with such adoration before. It always felt like he was seeing you in a light you couldn’t picture for yourself. “Have I told you how amazing you are?”

You shake your head, lifting your hand up to brush away a sweaty lock from his face. There’s a red hue to his lips and nose that has you dying to take a picture. But you settle for letting the tip of your finger trace over them until you’re cupping at his cheek.

“I feel like I should be telling you that.” He moved his face to nuzzle against your hand. Letting his lips press loving kisses against your wrist before he felt that wasn’t enough and leaned down to kiss you instead.

The weight of his body on top of yours was pleasant. Almost enough that you wished you could lie like that all night. But a glance over at the clock on your nightstand reminded you of the original purpose of the night. “Wait,” pushing a hand against his chest, you slowly helped get his body off of you. Forcing him to fall back against the mattress with a confused look.

“What’s wrong?”

Holding a hand up, you ignored the protests that your body had as you climbed off the bed, grabbing onto the nearest shirt on the floor and quickly stepping out onto the kitchen for the surprise you had for him. “It’s almost midnight and I don’t wanna miss giving you this.”

Returning to bed, you hold out a small single vanilla cupcake with chocolate frosting. It was from the bakery by the apartments, one that Bucky always seemed to linger by on your late night walks. “I know you said we shouldn’t celebrate because you missed out on my last one, but you’ve missed out on seventy of yours so I say screw that!”

“You didn’t have to get this just for me.” He sighed, still smiling a little at the small treat. While he picked off the wrapping slowly, you quickly reached under your bed and pulled out the small wrapped package.

The look of shock on his face was almost sweet if he didn’t have a small smudge of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. Leaning in, you give it a quick wipe with your thumb before kissing him quickly.

“The gift isn’t extravagant so don’t stress out about the price. But it’s not every day I get to celebrate the birth of Bucky Barnes. So please accept it.” You smiled, giving him the gift finally. He set the half eaten cupcake on the nightstand, licking at his fingertips before he gingerly placed the small item on the bed.

“You’ve already given me so much.” His eyes cast down, tearing at the brown tissue slowly until he got on with it and tore the rest off. Carefully, he examined the small journal, confused by the book before he glanced back up at you.

“I figured you’d like a more practical gift. And what’s more practical for you, than a journal where you can jot down any of your memories or thoughts? It beats having stacks of paper that can be torn, or misplaced, or-“

He’s pulled you back towards him, crashing his lips against yours as he poured in his emotions into the kiss. You happily pressed back, letting your hand come up to curl into the back of his neck. The mixture of Bucky and chocolate on his tongue was simply divine.

When he finally pulled back, he whispered out a small thank you before he stared at you. For a second it looked like he wanted to say more. “You’re incredible.” He sighed eventually, moving to pepper areas of your face with kisses that had your stomach leaping.

Moments like this were what reminded you how worth staying in Romania has been.

It wasn’t long till his hand slipped underneath the bottom of your shirt, tugging the material off and over your head as he pulled you back to lie in the bed. The all too familiar look of his blue eyes blown out was enough sign for you to tell where this was going.

But before any of the fun resumed, you leaned up and slanted your mouth against his once more. Needing just a bit of sweetness again.

“Happy Birthday, Bucky.”

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry it’s been forever since I’ve updated. I had the absolute worst writers block. Plus! I really wanna make this chapter and chapter four special before we reach back to canon storyline. My writing for smut is questionable lol. I haven’t written it in so long. I hope you all enjoyed this~

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appocalipse · 19 days

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something good ⋆ bucky barnes

summary: bucky is about to go to war without confessing his feelings for you. you are about to watch him leave without confessing your feelings for him. that is, unless one of you gets up the courage to do something about it...

"I...need some fresh air. I'll be back."

Steve looks like he's going to argue with you as you push the chair out, but then you glance toward where Bucky disappeared in the crowd of people dancing, and Steve's face softens before he gives you a nod.

"We'll be right here," he says, pointing to your barely-touched drink. "Be careful."

The alley behind the bar is damp and quiet, cool from the rain earlier in the day but blissfully empty. You lean against the bricks and tip your head back, closing your eyes.

Steve was wrong — you should have stayed home.

He'd begged you to come out tonight; it wasn't just the two of them, he'd said, his eyes wide with hope. A few others had been invited, too, old friends who Bucky had wanted to see one last time before shipping out tomorrow.

And girls, of course. Girls with big smiles and bright eyes, who looked at Bucky as if they were hungry and he was a steak dinner.

To his credit, though, Bucky had asked you to dance first, and you'd said no. No, because it would have been impossible to act casually around him with your hands on his chest and his on your waist.

So, yes, you’d needed some fresh air after that. How could you not, when—

"Are you mad at me?"

You turn toward the voice that came from down the alley. Even though it's dark, you, of course, recognize him instantly, silhouetted against the weak light coming from inside the bar.

"Me? No, you—I'm not," you reply, your tongue feeling like it weighs three pounds. You attempt a smile. "What are you doing out here? You should be inside, enjoying your last night, no?"

Bucky shrugs and walks closer, but only far enough so you can see each other without straining.

"I was looking for you," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Steve said you'd come out here."

"I'll go back inside soon, I promise. Don't worry."

He doesn't move except to kick a loose pebble away from his toe. "Why didn't you want to dance with me?"

Your stomach plummets at the question. He sounds almost hurt, and you wish you could explain yourself to him in a way that doesn't include blurting out your stupid feelings in the process.

"Uh...I don't know, I just...well, no reason," you stumble, wishing desperately that you weren't such an idiot. "I thought I'd keep Steve company while you...you know."

"Danced with the rest of them?"

You nod silently.

Bucky makes a scoffing sound before running a hand through his hair. "They're all the same."

"Okay..."

"It's not, uh, it's not what you think," he continues, taking a step forward, then back again as if he's unsure of how close to stand. "The girls — they're nice and pretty, sure, but...they're just not... I don't think they're my type, I guess."

"Uh-huh," you murmur, turning your gaze downward toward your shoes, suddenly finding it easier to look anywhere but at him. "Yeah, well, we better get back before—"

"Is there somebody else?"

The air in your lungs vanishes at his abrupt question, and you look up as your heart starts beating out of rhythm.

"Excuse me?" you whisper, surprised that you've even found your voice. "Somebody else?"

"Somebody that you...that you're seeing," Bucky says slowly, his words strained, as if every one causes him pain.

You stare at him for a second, hoping this is a joke, that maybe Steve put him up to asking these ridiculous questions — or maybe he's been drinking too much — because, surely, Bucky couldn't possibly be trying to ask you what you think he's trying to ask you.

"Bucky, let's just go back inside—"

"It's Steve, isn't it?" he cuts you off with the most absurd statement yet. His expression softens. "It's okay, really. If you are, I mean. He's a really good guy."

"Steve?!" You actually laugh at the absurdity of it all, shaking your head until the shock fades away into incredulity. "Jesus Christ, no! I mean, Steve is...he's like a brother to me, what...what the hell are we even talking about?"

"But...there's someone?" he asks again, sounding less upset than he had a few moments ago.

"No, not—no," you say, slouching against the wall and shrugging halfheartedly. "There's no one. Honestly, there hasn't been since..."

"Since when?"

Since I met you.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and praying that a sinkhole will open up and swallow you whole. This has gone on long enough. "I don't know. It's...been a little while. I don't know what you want me to say, really."

"I just wondered."

"Okay, fine."

You start to walk back to the door leading inside, but Bucky moves so quickly that you run smack into his chest.

"Wait, just—"

He grabs your hand and holds it gently, thumb softly brushing along your knuckles.

Your breath hitches at the unexpected contact. You glance down at where he's holding onto you, then back up again, confused, curious, wondering if this is real and not some strange dream you'll wake up from any moment now.

You exhale with a shaky laugh when he lifts his other hand to your cheek and rubs his thumb across it, stopping at the corner of your mouth.

Slowly, so slowly, he leans in.

"Bucky," you breathe, his name soft on your tongue.

His forehead touches yours, and you reach up to rest a palm against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips.

"Do you not want me to...?"

He's never been this close to you, but everything about the moment feels familiar — the heat radiating from his body, the light scratch of his stubble on your cheek, the smell of him surrounding you.

You lift your chin slightly. "I do, but..."

"Just..." You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips; he's so close now that they brush against yours as he speaks. "I wish I'd...said something before it came to this."

"Before what came to this?"

"That I'd have...asked you. Proper, like. Dinner, movie. You know, the way it shoulda been. Before I...before I leave."

You stiffen at the word leave, pulling back so that you can look him in the eye.

"Bucky..."

"I wish I would've asked you to dinner. Would've loved to take you to dinner," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Wouldn't that have been nice, doll?"

A small smile lifts the corner of your mouth. "It would've."

"It could've been nice, you and me."

"I think it could have been."

"Yeah?" he chuckles quietly, lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of your fingers, then your palm. "I think it can still be. You see, I'm quite selfish. I'd like to go to war with something good to think of. Something — or someone — to come home to. That'd be worth coming home to."

"Like...Steve?"

It's a joke, of course, and Bucky, to his credit, does laugh, too. Then, he slips a finger under your chin and tips your face up toward his. You hold your breath as he dips his head to place a gentle, barely-there kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Not like Steve. No."

The music from inside the bar becomes louder, a woman's voice singing softly, sweetly. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear...

"I..." You clear your throat nervously, fiddling with the collar of his jacket. "You better come back to me in one piece."

"You gonna be waiting for me?"

You smirk. "I mean, I already waited this long, so I might as well—"

The rest of your words disappear into his kiss. You gasp at the sudden, almost desperate press of Bucky's lips on yours, but then he brings his hands to the sides of your face and kisses you more gently, more slowly, more purposefully, as if he has a lot to say to you in this moment but words fail him and the only thing left to do is this — to kiss you, over and over, again and again, to say, with his lips, with his hands, with every inch of himself...that he'll come back to you.

You whimper as Bucky's teeth catch your lower lip and tug before letting go. He pulls back far enough to look at you, to see your swollen lips parted. "So...that means yes, right?"

"Yes," you murmur. You slide your hands over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling his mouth back down to yours. "It means yes."

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devilfic · 11 months

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thinking about lyla hiring you as miguel's in-person assistant because as good as she is, she can't stop miguel from throwing chairs across the room. she introduces you to miguel on your first day and he immediately tries to fire you, insistent he doesn't need someone to "babysit" him, let alone someone with half the muscle mass and twice the mortality. except lyla's the one paying you, and even if it's miguel's money, lyla has made sure he can't stop the checks from clearing. so you're here to stay.

he does his best to ignore you at first and for the most part, you rarely get in his way. he goes about his duties and you shadow him, only ever speaking when spoken to if ever at all. but then one day, he's had a particularly difficult time with an anomaly and suddenly his fangs are splitting his lip, his claws are punching holes into his desk, he's snarling and the rage is taking over him again.

he grabs the thing and flings it across the room-

and you catch it. you set it down, calmly, safely, and it's so shocking to miguel because he's never seen you exert more force than needed to open a door, and you caught it.

miguel's anger melts away just like that. he watches you exhale, watches you drag the heavy thing back over to him where he stands dumbfounded and feeling. silly. he didn't think- "instead of throwing things, you can take your anger out on me."

miguel goes blank. he sounds so pathetic when he fumbles for a "w-what?"

you smile, the first time he's ever seen you do so, "I'm a good partner."

this had to be a. prank, right? lyla had put you up to this? he knows it's been a while, and she'd made the joke plenty of times before, but. were you. really? miguel clears his throat, ready to rebuff you, but he thinks about it and...

I mean, it has been a while. "you work for me." he reasons. it's not a refusal, you notice.

"it's okay," you assure him, stepping closer, "this kind of thing's in the job description."

and god. miguel doesn't know, is it actually? had lyla really. done that? he'd muster up the embarrassment if you weren't standing right in front of him and smelling so good and this whole time he'd been convinced that if he even dared to touch you he might break you but you'd caught it without breaking a sweat. what else could you handle? what were you offering to take?

you step even closer and then-

your fists are up. you're crouching and your fists are up. miguel stares.

"come on, then," you taunt, smiling wider, "I've fought bigger."

sparring partner.

now miguel's really embarrassed. he doesn't even have it in him to actually take you up on your completely innocuous, innocent offer. you wanted to spar. you wanted him to take his anger out on you in a fight. you'd sapped the anger right out of him just from this conversation. maybe it'd be better if he took a nap instead. he hadn't had one of those in a while either.

when he continues to just stand there, staring, red hot in the face, you raise an eyebrow and your smile becomes a little... mischievous. "what? did you have something else in mind?"

part two

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mushyblushyredhead · 9 months

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HELP I was SO LEE yesterday and STILL AM TODAY AKFHWKDHFJ (*´ー｀*) so here take this I guess it probably looks like chiz but I needed to draw some flustering tk art (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎) (also cuz I rewatched Spider-Man 2 for like the fleventeenth time last night)

Ok bye gonna go hide in my blanket cave now (〃ω〃)

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writerpetals · 6 months

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gratified | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

Feeling him grow hard between your thighs causes the heat to build from the pit of your stomach before it floods every inch of you. The way he desperately grips your hips in an attempt to receive more only fuels the desire to tease him further. He’s cute and whiny when he’s worked up, feeling his hard cock pressing to the silk of your thin panties to drive you wild with desire.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice deep and strained against your ears. His head falls back against the couch where you are currently straddling him, knees on each side with the two of you only in your underwear. What started as nothing more than a heated make-out session quickly turned into you teasing him in nothing but panties, and he groans beneath you, so eager to come it becomes arousing all on its own.

“You’re cute when you beg,” you tease him, lowering yourself to his lips to taste the desperation on his skin. He cranes his neck to get more of you, chasing your mouth as you pull away with a giggle and continue rocking yourself against his throbbing cock. He strains against his boxer-briefs, pulling the fabric so tight against his skin it begins to hurt, but you have no mercy on the boy as he whines beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he chokes on the words as he speaks. You can’t deny the fact, loving to watch his eyes roll as he bites down on his bottom lip. It’s a sinful sight to behold and one that drives you to draw out the moment for as long as you can. His muscles tense and tighten beneath you, every inch of his stomach contracting against your fingertips resting over him. “Just sit on my cock already, baby.”

You ignore every desperate plea, continuing to grind yourself against him just to watch him suffer. Though suffering and begging quickly turns into groaning and jerking his hips beneath you. He’s too worked up at this point, taking notice the moment his teeth sink into his bottom lip and his brow wrinkles. The bliss begins to overtake the need as the silk of your panties coated with your own arousal slipping against his painfully hard cock finally starts to suffice.

Though you take time to pause for a moment, easing yourself off of him to grip four fingers into the band of his boxers. Surprised, he watches carefully as his cock springs free, brushing your fingertips along his length to earn a hiss from the motion before you’re settling against him once again. Now the silk eases over his flesh to have him groaning, yearning for more once you begin to ride him again.

“Go faster, baby,” he groans with a hiss. A request that is so easy to comply with. You can’t help but to follow the words, riding his cock fast enough to please him. It only helps when his arousal, so thick and hard and twitching for release, presses tight against your clit, suddenly becoming just as worked up as him as your hips move quicker.

Warmth rushes from between your thighs to reach the rest of your body, toes curling while pressing harder against his cock. Your aching clit works against the tip of his length, becoming lost in your own pleasure with the desire to tease him no longer your main priority. You never knew how good it would feel to grind against him, even with panties on, with your juices beginning to drip from your core to soak through your panties and dampen his flesh.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, words nearly choked and caught in his throat, but he can’t help but to compliment you when it feels so damn good to have you against his body, pleasuring his cock in any way possible. “Ride me, just like that. Keep going.” His hips thrust from between your thighs, nearly catching you off guard from the sudden jerk, but your eyes only shut tighter as you fall into the pure adrenaline of the bliss rushing through your veins.

The arousal coating his flesh from the way you drip in need for him only makes the motions easier, slicker, caressing his cock between your thighs as it presses so tight against your folds. Each time the tip brushes past your clit, a shiver runs down your spine, the heat from below swelling more and more with each second that passes. Whimpers and moans begin to spill from your lips, calls of his name, a few curses, so surprised at how good riding his cock in such a way can feel.

“Fuck, I’m-” you begin to mutter, but your voice is overtaken by desperate moans, strained and so breathless as they pour from within. You want to tell him how good it feels, that you’re getting so close as the greed consumes you and you want nothing more than release while rubbing yourself against his cock. The slick, sticky silk of your panties is foreign in the way it eases over your skin, knowing how amazing it must feel to him as well.

His grip on your hips tightens, urging you to continue, begging for more without much more than a deep, raspy groan that bubbles from within his chest. The bliss is filling him to the brim, and from the way he pushes his hips into you from below, you know his end is drawing near.

So you move faster, grind your hips harder, press against him tighter to receive all you can. Surges of warmth begin to course through you, warning you you’re seconds away from coming undone. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from becoming too loud, nails leaving marks against his skin and it suddenly becomes too much to bear as the pleasure fills every inch of your body.

Your muscles tense, trembling against him as the first wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your hips slow as your body shakes, but he won’t let you stop. Still rolling your hips against him with the guidance of two hands pressed to your body, the pleasure soon becomes far too overwhelming as you come undone, walls clenching, just dying for him to be inside of you.

He thrusts from below, so close to the edge watching you reach your peak. His cock slips back and forth between your thighs, getting to hear you moan and whimper, feeling you quiver against him, only helping him in his own pleasure until he’s huffing and panting and finally releasing the pent up tension as a deep, yet strained groans slips from his lips.

In an instant he’s making a mess of himself. Thick ropes of white coat his stomach, landing in droplets against his skin as you watch him come undone beneath you. The sight of his clenched jaw and muscles tensing as he climaxes has desire burning all over again in the pit of your stomach. His cock twitches beneath you as he comes, grip loosening around your waist until the moment his hands fall to his sides and he grows limp against the sofa.

As he tries to collect his breath, you slip off of him to press your back to the opposite side of the couch, doing the same while regaining your energy from discovering something new and sinful with him. Even if you were only wanting to make-out, and then tease him, neither of you can complain when the results are so satisfying.

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