#stevie joins him after three steps and they fist bump.

[effervescentdragon]

is it too much for me to ask for a one word prompt...? bleed + carraville no pressure....you can ignore me :,)

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It's only a second; a second in time, a single moment where he isn't paying attention, when he doesn't know exactly where the attacker is because he's trying to pinpoint Stevie in the midfield, but all it takes is a second, and a tackle, and an elbow in his nose in the tangle and then pain and hurt and blood, and then there's faces all around him and Carragher is apologizing and Eriksson is shouting "Carragher, help Neville!" because he's trying to get them to play well together and not kill each other, and Scholesy is shouting something and Becks and Frankie are both trying to calm him down and then he's being pulled up, a strong body half-carrying him towards the locker rooms.

He shoves Carragher away after the world stops spinning and he goes, keeping close enough but not touching him, and Gary is grateful for that because the fucker almost broke his nose, and he has to breathe through his mouth because his nose is full of blood and he can taste it in the back of his throat as he slumps down onto the bench and leans forward, the drops of blood dripping on the floor.

"You should probably lean back," Carragher says and Gary is furious and he can't even speak properly so he just flips Carragher off and waves his hand, and then there's paper towels being pushed in his hand and as he's trying to get the bleeding to stop, there's hands on his bare knees as Carragher kneels in front of him, face worried, and asks, "Did I break your nose?"

"How about you apologize," Gary tries to say, but it all comes out jumbled, and Carragher slaps his hand away and mutters "I'm sorry, I promise it wasn't on purpose," and Gary's head hurts too much to start a fucking fight when Carragher drags a towel over his face and neck, gentle and hesitant, wiping off the blood carefully.

Gary knots his hands into fists so Carragher wouldn't see them shaking; his hands are perfectly still as he wipes off the blood slowly, and when Gary looks away from Carragher's face because he doesn't want to see the look on it, doesn't fucking care what it is, there is a red smear on Carragher's white shirt, right above the crest, and when Carragher says, "I guess this is what they mean when they say you bleed for your country," Gary laughs too hard which starts the bleeding all over again, and then kicks the laughing dickhead in the shin hard enough to make him topple over.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

More the Merrier

Pairings | Steve Rogers x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings | smut, swearing, Bucky being a literal SEX GOD, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, p in a

Word count | 2813

Summary | you and Bucky get a little freaking during a training session. Steve and Sam want to join.

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Sweaty strands of hair dangled over your eyes, the sweet burn stinging against them when the sweat dripped off. Your fists held tight in front of you, wrapped perfectly with a now tinged-grey bandage and a glossy sheen coating your skin. Bucky stood before you, cocky smirk on his lips and hair framing his face from where it has fallen out of the bun at the back of his head, fists held high before a punch is landed to your stomach. The force sends you falling back, butt colliding heavily with the floor and a groan slipping from your lips.

"That's the last time, James." You warn, rubbing your sore ass as he helps to to your feet - the metal of his hand a welcome coldness against the searing heat of yours. Your fighting was not the best, to say the least, and you usually relied on your powers. Bucky offered to help you - but so far he all but knocked you on your ass every five minutes, even after three weeks of training.

"Let's take a break." Buck decided, chucking your water bottle over at you which you barely caught in time before it would've gone flying into your face. You sent a glare his way and Bucky chuckled, throwing his head back and gulping down his own water - Adam's apple bobbing and drops running down his chin and over his throat. You subtly rubbed your thighs together, attempted to ignore the gush of arousal that flooded between them as you slowly dipped at your drink.

"Let's go again." You said definitively, back in stance and ready to fight. You threw a heavy punch, but Bucky merely caught it in his open palm, twisting until your back pressed against his solid chest. Heavy breathing reverberated in your ear, the hotness of his breaths making your cunt tingle and a shiver wrack down your spine.

"You okay, doll?" A husk in your ear, and you were a goner. A lewd moan escaped you as Buck cupped your clothed core with his flesh hand, the metal one encasing your throat. "Seems like you need my help." He smirked against your cheek, placing a few kisses there before he was ripping your leggings straight from you. If it had been anyone else you would have protested, seeing as they were your favourite leggings, but this was Bucky, so you merely let out a gasp and dropped your head back on his shoulder. "Fuck, so wet already, Doll." Bucky mumbled, fingers slipping past the waist band of your panties.

A wanton moan spilled from your lips when his fingers made contact with your pulsating clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you gasped. You could feel him smirk against the skin of your neck at your reactions, wet and open-mouthed kisses quickly turning to nips and bites that made both you and the super soldier groan.

"Shit, James." You sighed and a small growl escaped him when you used his name. He let his middle finger slip lower, tracing your wet slit before dipping ever-so-slightly into your heat. He hummed in approval when you clenched around the tip of his digit, before slowly sliding the rest of his finger in. You were literally a moaning mess at this point and he'd barely touched you. (I mean come on, it is Bucky Barnes after all).

Bucky started to pump his finger, giving your throat a little squeeze as he added another finger to your wet pussy.

"S'tight, doll. I don't know if I'll get my cock in there." He drawled, accent thick against your ear. All you could do was let another lewd moan escape you, the only thing keeping you uptight being Bucky's hand wrapped around your throat, the cool metal a stark contrast to the hot flush that was brushed all over your skin by now.

"James!" You cried out, knees buckling as his palm began bumping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. A third one was added to your heat.

"You like that, doll?" He rasped, curling his fingers upwards experimentally and grinning at the little Yelp of pleasure it dragged from you. The grin only spread when Bucky picked up on footsteps coming towards the gym, the unmistakable voices of Sam and Steve filling his ears.

Of course, you didn't hear this, as Bucky had super-soldier hearing and all. Bucky doubled his efforts, determined to have you cumming as both your friends walked in the room. Give them a show.

"C'mon, doll, cum for me," Bucky egged, letting his fingers hit that one spit inside you with ever curl, "soak me, cum all over my hand." He continued, nipping on your earlobe and pressing his hard-on into your back.

You could also hear Steve and Sam approaching now, but you were way to intent on getting your release to being yourself to care. Fuck them, you thought - then a smile graced your lips, maybe seeing you come undone would grant that wish.

"I want you to scream for me, y/n." Bucky groaned as the door to the gym swung open - Sam and Steve in the middle of talking and not looking away from each other until a shriek of pleasure ripped from you.

"F-fuck! Bucky!" You moaned so bloody loudly, Bucky was convinced that anyone on the bottom floor of the tower must've heard you. Your cunt spasmed around Bucky's fingers, legs trembling as hands clawing at Bucky's muscular thighs to ground yourself.

"Good girl." He whispered against your ear, smirking at the sight before him. Stood before you, were Steve and Sam. Steve looked like a deer in headlights - eyes wider than saucers and jaw hanging so low it may as well be on the floor. Sam, on the other hand, was also smirking, eyes roaming your shaking body with a hunger that Bucky had instantly noticed.

"Fuck me, is there room for another to join?" Sam was quick to blurt out, earning him a shocked side-eye from Steve. Bucky's smirk grew.

"What do you think, doll? D'you reckon we have room for a couple more?" Bucky asked you, breath tickling the side of your face.

"The more the merrier." You purred, words still slightly spurred from your orgasm, but you were back to thinking clearly. Sam wasted no time, and before you knew it he was stood in front of you and pulling you into a searing kiss. Bucky retracted his hand from your panties, stepping back slightly and looking to Steve.

"You gonna join us or what, punk?" Bucky smiled amusedly as his best friend, who was trying his hardest not to stare at your semi-naked body. Your hands were gripping Sam's biceps tightly, hips rocking over her thigh that he had spotted between your legs as you moaned into his mouth. When he pulled away to scold steve you were panting.

"What's wrong, old man? Forgotten what an orgasm is? When was the last time you got laid?" Sam teased, tone mockingly accusatory but it worked. A scowl quickly spread over Steve's face, arms crossing over his chest to show case his bulging muscles.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." Steve remarked and Bucky rose a brow.

"Really, pal? Because I don't remember you being with a lot of women back in the day." Bucky teased and Steve sent him a look.

"Yeah, well, I spent a couple months working only with a group of girls after I was injected, remember?" Steve said, his boyish grin telling the rest of the story.

"Well, Mr America's most wanted, why don't you come prove us wrong?" Sam prompted, and by this time your were back to rubbing you thighs together at the though of taking all three of them.

"Please, Steve. I need you." You whined, hoping to speed him up a little bit. Steve took long strides towards you until he stood in front of you, hand cupping your jaw and directing your gaze to him.

"Suck a needy little thing, aren't ya?" Steve chided, pushing your face to one side and then the other as he examined you. "You will address me as Captain." He said authoritatively and you barely had enough time to utter a little 'yes, Captain' before he was slinging you over his shoulder and sauntering over to the weights benches.

You let out a little mph as Steve dropped you onto the bench, dropping to his knees and parting your legs. He begun to press wet and sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, kissing ever exposed bit of skin he could find except where you needed him most.

"Captain!" You whined, wishing he would hurry up a little. Steve rolled his eyes at your childish behaviour but suddenly stopped and let out a groan when you buried your short fingers in his hair and attempted to pull his head into your core.

"Patience, little one." He chided, and the nickname nearly made you want to cry with want. Steve was the only person at the tower that called you 'little one', and he only did so when he was scolding you or agitated with you. You never thought it'd be such a turn-on during sex, especially coming from his lips.

"Woah, woah, woah. Back up," Sam interrupted suddenly, just as Steve went to place a kiss over your clothes heat. "Steve actually knows what eating a girl out means?" He inquired and Steve scoffed.

"Jesus, Sam! I'm from the forties not a fuckin' nunnery!" Steve exclaimed and Sam raised his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, man." He backed off a little and Steve shook his head before turning back to you and resuming to tease you over your panties. You gasp when he ran a finger over your covered slit, some of the remnants of your orgasm seeping through the fabric and transferring onto his finger. Steve brought the now damp finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at your taste.

"You taste so good, little one, like fuckin' honey I swear." Steve groaned and before you could respond another gasp was released as you felt the fabric of your panties being ripped from your skin. Steve pocketing the scrap of fabric did not go unnoticed by you or the boys, and Bucky smirked out how confident his little Stevie had become.

"Captain, please!" You whined impatiently, desperate to feel his mouth on you. Steve's lips curled into a smirk, before they were descending on you. You bucked your hips up into his mouth, but Steve tutted you and pinned your hips down with his arm, keeping you from moving again. He licked a stripe up from you slit to your clit and back again, doing this a few times and making you try to thrash your hips. Steve stopped at your entrance and pushed his tongue into your pulsing heat, pumping the warm muscle in-and-out, tearing pornographic moans from your lips.

Your hands found their way down to Steve hair, tangling your fingers into his blonde locks and tugging harshly, getting a groan from him as Steve's tongue curled around inside you, stroking your walls. Your cunt clenched around him and Steve moaned into you in response, sending vibrations throughout you core. You shuddered as Steve started to rub circles on your clit, adding too much to the sensation and you came screaming Steve's name.

As slap to your thigh caused you to jolt, crying out when the contact was made.

"What did you just call me?" Steve demanded and you stuttered, a babbling mess as he kept up him ministrations.

Steve pulled away but didn't stop, moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance and pushing them in to the knuckle, pulling out to the tips and pushing back in, while waiting for his answer.

"I'm s-sorry, Captain!" You managed finally.

"Good girl." Steve groaned before he lowered his mouth to your clit and lapped around it, flicking it with his tongue. Your eyes rolled as Steve sucked your clit into his mouth, nipping it and dragging it out with his teeth. You soon came again, biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

He kept going, curling his fingers upwards and trying to finger your spot.

"Captain!" You moaned as he found it, making him reangle his fingers to hit it with every thrust. His mouthy worked at your clit still, bringing you to a third orgasm from just Steve's tongue and fingers that made your whole body shake. Steve pulled away and smirked at you, climbing over you and kissing you. You could taste your own sweetness in the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

When he pulled away your face was full of a fucked-out expression, one that made Bucky coo as he stroked your cheek lovingly a after Steve had stepped back.

"You tired already, baby?" He said sweetly, his thumb pulling at your swollen bottom lip and dragging it towards your thin with his thumb. It bounced back into place as you nodded, eyes barely open. "Tough. You still haven't taken any of our cocks and poor Sammy hasn't even got his hands on this perfect body of your." Buck murmured in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating against your skins as your eyes widened at his words.

He stepped aside with a wicked smirk, holding his arm out in gesture towards you for Sam. Sam stepped forwards eagerly, leaning down to place a bruising kiss against your lips and before you knew it the Falcon had your legs wrapped around his waist and you back slammed against the wall.

His lips trailed over you jaw, down your neck as your head fell back against the wall, a lewd moan escaping you when you felt his hardness press into your bare cunt.

"Sam, please." You whined breathily, trying to wiggle your hips against him as persuasion. Bucky and Steve chuckled from behind sam, and when you dared to glance over his shoulder a new flood of arousal flocked to your entrance at the sights of both men stripped and stroking their cocks. A groan spilled from you lips and Sam smirked against you skin, using a hand to pull his work out shorts down and pull his cock from his boxers.

"You ready, baby?" He husked in your ear, running his length through you folds and letting the head bump you clit as he collected your wetness.

"Fuck, please, just get inside me." You moaned, head lolling forward to rest against his shoulder. Sam let out a guttural groan as he entered you, throw in head back as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, giving some time to adjust and chucking again when you tried to move on his dick.

The man pulled his hips back, slamming them against them with so much force you could see stars.

"Fuck!" You screamed, biting down on Sam's shoulder to try and keep quiet - fully aware that anyone else at the tower could walk into the gym at any moment to see Sam railing you against the wall and Steve and Bucky jerking off at the sight.

"That's it," Sam groaned, smirking as you screamed when he hit that spit deep inside you, "taking my cock so well in this tight little pussy." He praised, hands braced against the wall behind you as he thrusted harshly up into you. You were a babbling, moaning mess, reaching for you clit to push yourself over the edge again. The accompanied sounds of all three men groaning and moaning was enough to spurt in your release again, and you soon hit your peak crying out Sam's name.

He rode out your orgasm with a few more hard pumps, groaning your name as he released inside you. Sam's forehead pressed to yours, heavy breaths shared as you both calmed down. "Fuck, that was good." He grinned, slowly pulling out of you and setting you down on the ground. You kept your hands resting on his shoulders, untrusting of your own strength when it came to your now-wobbly legs. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" He whispered huskily in your ear, you eyes darting nervously to the two super soldier's with rock hard cock slapping against their stomachs behind Sam.

You gulped, making eye contact with Bucky as he spoke.

"My turn."

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[steveharrington-imagines]

Fine Lines (brother!Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: "what happened, kiddo?”

Warnings: self harm, bullying- please don’t read if these are triggering topics for you!)

"Y/N, come on! You're going to be late!" your brother shouted through the door of your bedroom, waking you from your slumber.

You sat up straight, your hair a mop atop your head. "Okay, I'm up!" you shouted, sitting up to stretch. Within minutes, you had grabbed your clothes and ran to the bathroom. You stripped out of your pajamas and stepped into the shower, standing under the hot spray. "Shit," you hissed as it stung your wrists.

You looked down at the fresh cuts that dotted your wrists, the ones you added at 2 am the previous night. Despite the pain searing throughout the irritated skin, you hurried throughout your shower, rushing to get out.

After drying off, you got dressed in your favorite pair of jeans and a mustard yellow sweater. You finished your routine in record time, slipping on your tennis shoes and racing to the kitchen where Steve was waiting,

"Morning," you greeted, sitting across from him at the table. "Hey sleeping beauty," he muttered through a mouthful of toast. "Almost ready to go?" you asked before taking a piece of toast for yourself. "Yeah," he said, shoving the rest of the bread down his throat. He pushed his chair back, gathering the plates and wordlessly offering you the last piece.

"No thanks," you declined, smiling as you went to grab your bag while eating your toast. The sound of Steve rinsing off the dishes sounded through the House.

"Ready?" he shouted, sorting through keys. "Yeah!" you called back as you walked to the front door. "Let's go, kiddo," he murmured as you walked by, giving your head a soft pat. You hopped in the passenger seat while he locked the door.

He joined you and pulled out of the drive, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "Did mom and dad come home last night?" you asked. Steve clicked his tongue. "Sorry- they should be home tonight though."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. Out of habit, you pulled your sleeves over your hands, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Cold?" he checked, "oh, uh, yeah," you lied, turning to stare out the window just as you pulled up to the school. "Have a good day- I'll see you at 3:15," he said with a smile.

You held your fist up, smiling as he bumped his against it. "See you tonight," you said as you exited the car. You watched as he drove away before entering the building.

Your feet tapped against the tile floor as you walked down the crowded halls. With a few minutes to kill, you trudged to your locker. After turning the combination and opening the door, you tried to block out the voices behind you.

"Look at her," one of the boys whispered loudly enough for you to hear. "People only like her cause of her brother."  You had just gotten your textbooks out when a large hand slammed the door closed. You let out a gasp as its owner shoved you against the lockers roughly, pinning you there with both of his arms.

"Hey there, Harrington," he breathed, staring down at you like a predator to prey. "Tony-" "Shh, mouth closed. You look better that way," he said. You glared at him despite your quivering chin. "Aw, c'mon baby- as ugly as you are, who else will treat you like this?"

In a burst of courage, you pushed him away just in time to run to class. You blinked away tears from your waterline, slinking into the classroom alone.

•

The day progressed as normal from there. Three o'clock arrived sooner than you thought, signaling the final bell to ring.

You went back over to your locker, gathering your bag. Footsteps echoed behind you, prompting you to pack faster. "Harrington," Tony sing -songed as he came up behind you. His shadow cast upon the otherwise empty hallway. "I've gotta go," you mumbled, trying to get past.

He wrapped a fist around your forearm, his fingers digging into your cuts. You hissed, pulling back. "What's the matter, dumbass?" he began. "Are you gonna go slit your wrist?" Tears welled up again, and you jerked away , successfully sprinting out of the building.

You wiped your glassy eyes on your sleeve as you spotted Steve's car in the lot. Your feet slapped against the asphalt as you ran to his vehicle. Tony watched from the concrete steps as you escaped.

"Hey-" he started. "Please, drive," you sputtered through tears. "What happened?" "Please!" you repeated. You sobbed as he drove home, brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on, kiddo?" he asked softly, reaching over to rub your back.

His touch, while soothing, brought more tears to your eyes. "I can't do it, Steve," you whimpered. "Do what?" he asked as he pulled into the driveway. "Anything," you dismissed before sniffling. As soon as he parked, you grabbed your house key and bag before running to the door.

Steve watched sadly as you ran inside. What had happened, he wondered? He couldn't push away his feelings if concern as he rubbed his eyes with his palms in exasperation. With a sigh, he slipped into the house.

You had been in your room long enough to pull your razor blade  from under your mattress. Your hands trembled as you pressed the metal into your skin, holding your breath to stay silent. The new cut stung as you slowly pulled it to the right, watching as it crossed your veins. Blood pumped from the wound, smearing across your skin.

Your tears mixed with the thick, red liquid. After repeating the action twice more, you sighed and shoved the weapon back under the mattress. You laid down atop the purple bedding, ignoring your still-bleeding wrist, pulsing and numb. You continued to cry, allowing yourself to drift off in a dreamless sleep.

-

Steve stood outside your door, his fist hovering in front of the wood. He wanted to check on you, but didn't want to invade your space. Defiantly, he shook his head. 'This is silly,' he thought to himself, rapping his knuckles against the door.

He was met with silence. "Y/N?" he called, concern rising to his throat.

You stirred from your sleep with a jump, pulling your sleeves over your knuckles. "Just a minute!" you rasped before scrambling out of bed. You combed through your hair with your fingers, making yourself more presentable. "Come on in!" you called while straightening your shirt.

Steve slowly pushed open the door, peeking around the corner. "Hey," he said softly.

You smiled weakly as he sat beside you on the bed, by your pillows. "Hi." "So um, what happened today?" he asked. “It's nothing, just emotional I guess."

His eyes bore into the side of your head as you stared at your toes diligently. "Y/N, is someone hurting you at school?" he asked sternly, resting one hand on your shoulder and one on your pillow. “No, it's f-" "Whoa," Steve interrupted, staring at his palm.

Your face burned as you looked at the red liquid covering both your pillowcase and his hand. Slowly, your brother turned to face you, brows furrowed in concern.

"What happened?" he asked immediately, inspecting your rigid form. "I don't know," you lied, turning slightly to further hide your wrist. “Y/N," Steve said, a crack in his voice. Your eyes remained on your toes. "Kid, please, let me in."

You flickered your gaze up to meet his hurt one. "I p- I promise, nothing's go-going on," you said through sniffles, few tears slipping down your heated cheeks.

Steve sighed before pulling your head into his chest, smoothing your hair as you cried into his green sweatshirt. “Im sorry," you whimpered, pulling back enough to wipe your eyes, exposing your bloody sleeve.

Immediately, Steve pulled your wrist to his face. He gently pulled back your sleeve to reveal cuts, old and new. "Y/N," he whispered, running his thumbs over the welts.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his wounded eyes flitting to meet yours. "I couldn't," you said, feeling shame crawling under your skin.

"I'm your brother- I'm always here, I always have been. Why was this a better option?" he begged. You shook your head helplessly. “I need help, Stevie," you cried, wiping away more tears.  "I know, and I'm here for you," he soothed before pulling your head back into his chest.

His tears fell in your hair as you held on to him, finding solace in his familiar form. "I'm sorry," you admitted. “No, no, it'll be alright, we're going to be ok." He paused to look down at your shivering body before repeating himself. "We're going to be ok."