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fanfictionera · 1 year ago

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My Queen (BuckyxReader) Smut

A/N: I have always wanted to write a Sex Pollen fic but every time I tried to write one it didn't feel right. Finally I started writing and the vibes started flowing. I wanted filthy smut but with emotion and feeling and I hope that I achieved that. Either way I am super proud of this and I hope readers enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Synopsys: The reader and Bucky are sent on a mission where they are exposed to what is referred to as Sex Pollen. Their feelings for each other are forced to be faced.

Word Count: 6,218

Warnings: Sex Pollon, Friends to Lovers, forced sex (due to drugs), sprinkle of Angst, Bucky, SMUT, SMUT SMUT SMUT. SO LITTLE PLOT.

My Queen

Bucky stood in the back of the Quinjet, checking over his person. It was like a ritual for him, starting from the top he would check every strap and belt, double check each gun and knife blade. His body swayed, compensating for the slight lurch of the Quinjet before it leveled out.

“And we have touched down,” Y/N said from the pilot's seat, with a press of a button her chair spun around. She came up behind Bucky gently tugging on his back harness. The back of the Quinjet dropped down, revealing several structures in a clearing, surrounded by trees. They began to make their way to the larger building in the center. The clearing was shrouded in a dark gray filter as the misty fog creeped its way through the trees, under a sky blanketed by cloud cover, reclaimed by nature. A scan showed no signs of human life, which was little in the way of relief.

They silently approached the front door before stepping into the building. A home. The remnants of one anyway. They entered the kitchen, with a table still made. Flowers in a porcelain milk jug left dead, wilted and dried in the center. A plate sat next to a folded newspaper. Y/N could feel the shift in the air as soon as they walked in. The weight of the secrets of the house, hidden behind the semblance of a quiet life, mixed with the pure evil that seeped from its walls in tendrils made Y/N uneasy.

They progressed through the first and second level of the home. Although every surface was covered in a thick layer of dust each room sat pristine, frozen in time as if the owner just ceased to exist. One of many of Hydra’s calling cards.

They made their way back outside and to the side of the house. Y/N turned scanning the tree line as Bucky yanked and cleared away brush that covered the storm doors nestled against the house. Nature revealed the chained and padlocked metal doors.

Bucky pulled the chain, breaking it in his metal hands. The parts slipped through his fingers like sand. The doors opened with a gut dropping creek revealing a set of stairs leading down into a dirt floor cellar.

“Ladies First.” He waved his hand as he motioned his hand forward, his eyes scanning behind Y/N.

She walked forward, “What a gentleman.”

The cellar was packed hard, the air was stale and stagnant. The wooden shelves that lined the stone wall held glass jars full of canned food.

Bucky walked to the corner, moving a basket out of the way, revealing a hatch.

The ladder led down to a concrete room, with the only doorway being a gated elevator shaft. An electrical box was mounted on the wall. Bucky opened it and began to check it over before pulling the large handle down. It made a large metallic thunk as Bucky forced the handle down. A soft wiring noise began to buzz.

Bucky pulled the metal gate to the side, ushering Y/N into the car, he closed the gate after he stepped on and reached for the hand crank on the side. Slowly the metal gears began to move and creak as the elevator descended. “Why does every Hydra base have a creepy elevator?” Y/N asked as she took in the rust-streaked walls of the shaft illuminated by dingy yellowing lights that flickered as they warmed up.

“Günter did suggest rainbows and butterflies, but as you can see, he was outvoted.” Y/N tried to hide her smile as she rolled her eyes.

The elevator came to a stop as it reached the bottom of the shaft, pulling the gate aside again, they found themselves in a storm of destruction “What is this place?”

“It's a lab, was a lab.” Bucky looked around, “I don't believe I was ever here, but it's where they developed all kinds of fun.”

They began to clear the room, flashlight in hand. Tables sat disheveled and tipped over, their contents scattered. Papers littered every surface like confetti. Various medical equipment and hardware mixed and mingled with the papers, while every box of a computer was shattered or broken. As if someone punched every screen. Several lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling, attached by a few wires, while others found their way to the floor. Bucky held a dangling light to the side, letting Y/N walk through before following.

She scanned the room as she took another step, a loud popping crunch noise made her jump, she looked down, lifting her foot, to see the glass shards sprayed across the floor.

Bucky laughed as he pushed past her. “You’ve been playing to many zombie games,”

“Shut up.” She walked behind him.

Bucky laughed again as he held his arms out, doing his best zombie impression, ‘Brainsss.” He turned to grab her head. “No brainsssss”

Y/N shoved him playfully, "Can we just do this and get the hell out of here?" Bucky chuckled as he clicked on his flashlight and continued sweeping the lab with a smug smile on his face. Y/N wasn't going to lie, nothing about this place made her feel good. She wasn't sure if it was because of its history or its current state, either way she was very much looking forward to leaving.

As they continued into the next room, Y/N eyes came to rest on Bucky’s back. They trailed across his harness, how it spanned across his wide shoulders. The dim lights still highlighted the muscular lines built into the metal of his arm. Bucky paused for a moment, pivoting on his heel to double check a dark corner. His face was concentrated, eyes trained. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have them trained on her.

She shook her head, focus, she mouthed to herself. With the room cleared they were moving forward again; her eyes came to the back of his head and down his back. They slowly trailed down to his ass, framed perfectly in his tactical pants, the seams accentuating his curve.

Suddenly Bucky stopped, looking up at a mess of chains, “Let’s see what's behind door number one.” He put his flashlight between his teeth as he began to roll his sleeve up his flesh arm.

Y/N watched, entranced by the simple action, she glanced up to see Bucky watching her. He smiled around the flashlight; he reached up with this metal hand taking the source of light. He took several steps toward her before bringing his hand up to her jaw.

“That’s what does it for you?” he swiped his thumb against her bottom lip before swiping his thumb down, pulling her lip with it. “Is it my arm?”

She nodded.

“Or is it my fingers?” Her eyes dilated as Bucky chuckled leaning forward, “Do you want my fingers?” She could feel his breath against her skin as he walked behind her, his flesh hand reaching around, grasping the toggle of her zipper. She could hear each tooth unzip as he pulled the zipper down its full length. The coolness of the metal left a tingling sensation as he followed in the zipper wake, his palm slid down her stomach, closer to her aching core. Her breathing became heavy as her head began to spin.

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice sounded firm, the look of concern evident “Are you okay?”

The world came crashing back in a blink of her eye. Her eyes snapped open to find Bucky standing in front of her, still messing with the chains. She shook her head trying to shake off the ghost feeling of his touch. Y/N took a deep breath, her brow began to pull together, "Do you smell that?” She takes another deep breath through her nose, “It's almost sweet, floral, its faint.”

Bucky looked at her puzzled, the air around them smelled musty and old. Then the realization hit him. "Shit.” With the chains forgotten, Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her back down where they came, “Where is that vile you stepped on?”

His touch was distracting, “Over, over there, I think?" He let go of her, "What's going on?” Y/N asked as Bucky began searching the ground.

He turned still looking, “Just, please, we need to find it.”

She walked back over a row and kicked a pile of papers, a cracked vile rolled out, “It's right here.” The end was still intact, the label holding the shards together.

Copulation Stimulant

Y/N’s eyes read over the label, “Is this?” She looked back down again hoping she read it wrong, “This is, oh my god--no-no-no-no.” She dropped the vile again, the realization setting in, her hands coming to her face as she rambled, “I can't do this, this has to be some cruel joke. Yeah? It’s labeled wrong? I can’t actually fuck my best friend…I can't--”

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“Oh, come on now,” As Y/N began to spiral Bucky knelt down to confirm his suspicion, "Best Friend!?" He tried to joke, to keep Y/N with him. "Nat might fight me for that title."

"Stop. I'm serious. You don't understand," She began shaking slightly, overwhelmed as the tears began to fall down her cheek.

Bucky's smug smile dropped from his face as he took in Y/N’s state, his eyebrows knitted together.

Y/N's chest tightened as she looked up at him. “I can’t fuck my best friend because I’m in love with my best friend."

"Sweetheart" The word came out of Bucky’s mouth like an exhale as he took in her words.

“Oh my god, am I going to fuck my best friend, who I’m in love with, for the first time in a dingy old Hydra base." Y/N's mind was moving a million miles a second. A heat began to spread from her core, she took a deep breath.

“Come on,” Bucky gently grabbed her arm, "Not here, let's get back to the Quinjet, okay?”

Y/N shook her head as she let Bucky lead her out of the bunker. She could feel the heat spreading throughout her body, like water slowly trickling down through the soil, saturating each grain as it was pulled down by gravity. It felt invasive.

The Quinjet bay door began to close as Bucky climbed into the pilot's chair. Y/N sat in the back, her breath becoming heavy. "I'm getting really hot."

“Like little pin pricks of heat all over your skin?" The Quinjet shook slightly as it rose into the sky.

"Yeah-h" Y/N said as a sheen of sweat began to cover her face.

"It's hitting you faster." He quickly flipped some switches before getting up out of the chair, he grabbed a med kit duffle bag out of the closet before kneeling in front of her.

Y/N's brow slowly pulled together, "Why?"

"It's designed for super soldiers." Bucky began as he pulled out and cracked a jelly ice pack, instantly making it cold before placing it on her neck. "Which means it's stronger for you."

Y/N felt the sting of the cold radiate, "Okay, okay…okay. What's going to happen?" Her head swirled as she placed her hand over his that held the ice pack, grounding herself. “Be honest.”

Bucky took a deep breath, unable to pull his gaze from her pleading one. "Your adrenaline will slowly rise, until your heart feels like it's going to burst and every cell in your body is vibrating." He flipped the ice pack to the other side of her neck. "It's going to alter chemicals in your brain, driving up your sex drive and arousal." His chest began to heave as he began to feel the effects. “At the same time, it will lower your inhibitions and block all sense of self control.”

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. "And sex is the only way?"

"No, we can ride this out." Bucky said as he also breathed deep. "It will be torture, an ache of a pain that will thunder through your existence. Every second you resist will feel like one second closer to death, but it won't kill you."

Y/N fought through another wave of heat before responding, "I don't know what to do. It's getting hard to think."

"Yeah." Bucky knew what was to come. How many hours they would have to endure if they waited it out. He dropped the ice pack, now warm, before bringing his hands up to the sides of Y/N's face, pulling her focus back. "Listen to me," He took a moment, “Never in a million years would I have wanted this to be our first time." He let out another grunt as he fought another wave, a smirk appeared through it. "I planned on asking you out, on a real date, before I led you to my bed. To treat you like a queen. My queen.” Tears threatened the corners of Y/N's eyes. Her heart was beating in her ears, and it felt like years as they leaned forward, their foreheads resting against each other. “If we do this now, it won't be like that, you need to know once I start, I will not be able to stop. You will not be able to stop."

Her fingers came up dragging down the edge of his scruff-covered jaw line. “I understand. I trust you, please, I trust you.”

The moment his lips touched hers everything stopped. Bucky physically felt Y/N's body relax as her lips began to move against his. She snaked her hands up his chest and behind his neck before pulling herself off the back of the chair and as close to him as she could.

Y/N got lost in the intense high created, everything slowed down and hazed over. A dull, mind numbing, wave of emotions swirled in her brain as all sense of time was lost till eventually it wound itself into a ball and exploded against the back of her eyelids. The heat began to fade, leaving a chill across her skin. Her head felt empty and tired. Mentally she couldn't string two coherent thoughts together. Her body felt loose, and her eyes watered as a tear slid down.

"Hey, it's over." Bucky was catching his breath as he held her head in his hand, looking into her eyes, "it's over," her gaze was distant.

"Shit." Bucky held onto her, held her close as he began rummaging through the duffle bag, "Come on, there you are." Bucky returned to Y/N, "Y/N, doll, I need you to take this. It will help, can you do that?"

Y/N Glanced down at the small syringe in his hand, "What is it?" The words slurred and tired.

"It will let you sleep till we get back and Bruce can help." Bucky replied softly.

The tears began to stream down her face, "I'm feeling everything. At once."

“I know. It’s the drug, a side effect.” Bucky took her hand, “Sleep will help.”

“Okay,” Y/N shook her head as she sniffled. Within moments of the liquid entering her blood stream, Y/N's eyes became heavy, and her body relaxed as she drifted off. Bucky gently maneuvered her, placing her on her side across several seats. He fixed her suit, now ripped wide open from navel down to her exposed thighs, her breasts out on display. He pulled the sides of the fabric, covering her the best he could before he grabbed one of the packs of the on-board pillows and blankets, ripping it out of its packaging. He positioned the small pillow under her head and draped the blanket over her body before cleaning himself up and making his way to the cockpit.

Bucky listened and waited for her to fall into a deep sleep before grabbing the headset. "Friday, please connect me with Steve and Bruce."

"Right away," Friday responded as two small transparent screens appeared in front of Bucky's face.

Steve's face was scrunched as he slowly woke up, "Hey, what time is it?"

"Two." Bruce replied as he did a double take, pulling on his glasses, "In the morning."

"There's been a situation," Bucky's voice was low, Steve's attention was immediately caught, and he finally took in Bucky's appearance, "We came into contact…with a substance," Bucky looked back again making sure Y/N was still out, "It was developed by Hydra for their breeding program, they called it copulation stimulant, but everyone referred to it as sex pollen." As the Quinet silently made the trek back to the compound, Bucky filled them in.

Bucky tossed and turned in bed, he rolled over, sheets tangled around his legs and stared up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath he reached over for his phone, the screen turned on showing it was only mid-morning.

He rubbed his face before kicking his sheets off and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He stared down at his floor, his mind taking over sucking him back into that moment. Flashes of Y/N's face, filled with fear, overwhelmed with emotions and emptiness played on repeat.

He blinked away the images as he made his way out of his room. Bucky walked down the hall towards Steve's room.

Steve sat at his table; papers strewn about as he caught up on his paperwork. He heard the knock before Bucky walked in.

"How are you feelin'?" Steve asked as Bucky slumped into a chair, aimlessly picking up a piece of paper, setting it back down, not interested.

"How is she?" Is all Bucky asked.

Steve pushed a tablet towards him, "Medically speaking, she's okay, nothing more than a few bruises."

Bucky looked down at the screen, a mission report, currently on the recorded incidents page. His eyes instantly skimmed and settled on Y/N's list of injuries before swiping through the rest of the report.

"I decided not to include the details." Steve continued as Bucky sat the tablet down with an exhale. Steve slowly set down the pen as he leaned back in his chair slightly. "Buck, how are you?"

"Angry." Bucky shook his head. "For me to go through it again, fine. But not her."

"Did Hydra use this stuff often?" Steve's brow pulled up softly.

Bucky's lips flashed a sad smile with a huff of a laugh, "It cycled through. They called it a compliance tool." He looked at his friend, "Sometimes they would call it a reward."

"Jesus." Steve let out under his breath.

“They had an endless supply of compliance tools and rewards.” Bucky shrugged slightly, "I'm okay Steve, honestly.”

"I was going to go check on her in a bit.” Steve leaned forward and picked up his pen again as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Bruce gave her something to help her sleep more, rest is probably the best for her right now, so she probably won't be stirring for another hour or two." Bucky nodded his head slightly as Steve spoke.

Steve watched as Bucky began to slip back into his thoughts. "Hey," His voice pulled Bucky's eyes to him. "You guys will be dancing around each other again soon enough."

"I told her." Bucky's confession came out softly. "How I feel, right before I railed her brains out in a fit of uncontrollable horny rage."

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve sat staring at his friend, “You thought, that after being exposed to a chemical weapon used to sexually exploit their victims, yeah this is a good time to confess my feelings to the woman I’ve been absolutely obsessed with since the first day I saw her?”

"Yup," Bucky popped the p, "In my defense she confessed first.”

“Unbelievable,” Steve pinched, “Why are you two like this?”

“In love? Or Insane?” Bucky asked back with a shrug,

Steve crossed his arms as he leaned back, “Go talk to her you jerk."

…

Y/N’s room was dark, every curtain pulled tight and not a single light was on. She had woken up several times only to roll over and fall back asleep, not wanting or ready to face the world yet. She lay on her belly, letting herself lay there, her head spiraling with thoughts. She grabbed for her phone, the brightness from the screen making her recoil, it was already close to two in the afternoon. She rolled back over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

“What's wrong with me?” She asked quietly to herself.

She never wanted to experience sex pollen again, it scared her to her core to have her own free will taken away. Her heartbeat picked up as she thought about it, a panic slowly bubbling. She took a deep breath, “We can ride this out.” His words echoed in her head. “I wanted to take you out on a date. Treat you like a queen. My queen.” Her heart stuttered a moment as she took another deep breath.

A knock at her door drew her attention. Slowly she rose from her bed, just as she approached the door another soft knock came. She reached for the handle and opened it to find Bucky standing with a paper bag in hand.

She stared at him, her words stuck in her throat, “Team ordered out, I got your favorite.” Bucky held the paper bag up. “I, um, I wanted to check in and.." He paused as he shrugged.

Y/N could see the anxiety and pain behind his eyes. She stepped closer to him, her hands coming to the sides of his torso and sliding back, as she hugged him.

As if on que Y/N stomach growled and she let out a small laugh. She pulled back, taking the bag from Bucky. “Thank you, I don't think I ate anything in the med bay when we got back.” She turned into the room, “Wanna come in?"

As Y/N walked back in, she flicked on a few lamps, creating a soft glow. Bucky closed the door behind him, unsure of what to do. Her desk was sitting just far away to be awkward but the only other place to sit would be her bed, somewhere he had never thought twice about before as he would just sit down or jump in. Now? He was acutely aware of his actions, and it created a ball of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

“Bucky, you're welcome to sit on my bed.” Y/N noticed his hesitation.

He shrugged. “I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren't” Y/N said as she pulled a plate down from a cabinet in her Kitchenette.

Bucky paused for a moment before taking a deep breath, "What's going through your head?" Y/N stopped what she was doing, food forgotten as he continued. "Be honest."

Y/N turned, leaning against the counter, to face him. She crossed her arms as she took a moment to bring her words forward, "Did you mean what you said?" her question was soft and quiet. "Your queen." She blinked her gaze up to his.

Bucky let out a huff of a laugh, the corner of his mouth pulling up, “I remember the day you arrived at the compound.” He continued. “That morning Steve and I were set to leave to go on a recon mission. We were going back to the Siberian Hydra base; I hadn't been back since the airport incident. I was an absolute mess leading up to it.” Bucky looked down at his hands as he absentmindedly followed the lines and seams of his metal finger with this flesh. “I probably shouldn't have gone.” He paused again. “I had come so far, the words out of my head, a family around me and I had finally thought I found peace. Yet the moment I stepped back into that room, I looked upon that pit with that monstrosity of a machine still sitting there. I lost it. It instantly triggered a spiral of anger and I felt pushed right back down to my lowest existence.” Bucky kept his eyes trained on the floor. “Steve watched as I destroyed the machine, before helping me calm down. We got the answers we needed, well Steve got the answers we needed. When we got back, I was so far stuck in my head, but then I heard this laughter, it was light and contagious.” Bucky looked up at Y/N who was giving him her full attention. “Your laughter.”

“I followed that sound, until I saw you. Sitting at the counter, a smile on your face and I swear I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. For the first time since I could remember I could feel this spark of a flame ignite inside of me.” Bucky continued. “This spark that created light and hope and feeling. It only grew. Day after day. It grew with your kindness and confidence. Your strength and your intelligence. That day you took Steve down, he played it off, but I knew that you had genuinely taken him by surprise, I could see it in his eyes. So, I let myself fall in love, I let that light grow into a raging blaze. Until I found myself trying to muster up the courage to tell you while simultaneously trying not to take you where you stood. Ask me again, ask me if I meant what I said.”

Tears were building up in Y/N’s eyes, “Did you mean it?”

"Every word." There was no hesitation in his response as he didn't look away. "I would worship every inch of your mind and body, if you'd let me."

The world began to fade away as Y/N's heart began to beat faster. Bucky's words swirled in her head as she tried to comprehend their meaning as if she couldn't believe them. Bucky sat patiently watching as Y/N slowly walked up to him. Her gaze uncertain, he could feel the tension in the air, as the line they both were hesitant to cross was quickly approaching.

Y/N tentatively stepped between his legs. She could feel the tug of war between her anxiety and adrenaline as she reached to touch his face. She moved her thumb across his jaw, Bucky could see her mind taking off.

He brought his hands up to rest on her hips, "Look at me." Y/N stood quiet for a moment as she took in his unwavering gaze. "What do you need?”

Y/N took a deep breath, "To be your queen.”

He gently pulled her closer. His lips pressed against hers, a tingling sensation ran through her body. Y/N felt Bucky’s hands gently slide down to the crook of her knees. He pulled her up onto his lap, sliding his hands over her thighs following the curve of her ass, before pulling her flush as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against hers with a gentle urgency as they began to get lost in each other. In that moment, nothing else mattered - no worries or fears, no past or future. There was only the heat of the moment, the electricity between them.

Y/N let her fingers sink back into his hair, tugging slightly, as a low moan tumbled from Bucky’s mouth. “I need more.” Y/N said as Bucky kissed down to the nape of her neck.

He slid his hands up under the hem on her shirt, letting them slowly trail up her sides. Her chest heaved as his thumbs ghosted the underside of her breasts.

She pulled herself off him, sliding herself back to stand between his legs again, slowly she pulled her shirt up and over her head. He reached up and pulled his own shirt over his head, discarding it. He leaned back, picking up his hips as he pulled his pants down, kicking them off. His length sprung up to full attention and Y/N’s eyes dilated. She stood back admiring Bucky, taking in his sheer size, she bit her lip as her core began to pulse.

“Come here,” Bucky’s words pulled her in like a lure.

As she climbed back on his lap her hands came to the side of his face and pulled him into her lips. A breathy sigh of a moan escaped Y/N. She lifted herself up on her knees, pushing him slightly back to get to the right angle. She could feel his tip resting at her entrance.

Bucky nudged her nose with his, getting her to look at him. She held eye contact as she slowly slid down, feeling herself stretch around him until she bottomed out. A broken gasp fell from Y/N as the feeling of fullness made her body shutter, Bucky’s stomach twitched in response. She slowly began to roll her hips. His hands squeezed her thighs as he let out a swallowed moan. Her pace quickened until her hips began to fall out of rhythm as she desperately chased her release.

"That's it sweetheart," His words of encouragement doused in an aroused tone. He felt her sides flutter. He could feel her pressing down on him. He kissed the edge of her jaw as his other hand cupped the back of her head before slowly sliding his lips down her neck. Grazing over her nipples. Another flutter. Her hand slid up into his hair and gently pulled him closer, pressing her nipple to his lips. The way she took what she wanted made him feral. "Fuck" Bucky whispered. The sound was low and guttural, skittering over her skin like wildfire.

With every heavy breath a moan escaped. With the last roll of her hips her orgasm exploded through her. Y/N's let out a choked moan as her knees clenched together on either side of Bucky. She felt his metal fingers splayed across her back and his flesh held onto her waist.

Still fully seated, She let her head fall onto his shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. Bucky pressed his lips to the other side of her neck before tipping her head back up to see her face. She felt like she was floating in euphoria.

"Feeling good?" Bucky's hand cradled her head.

A smile spread on her face as she nodded into his hand. "I need more."

Bucky pulled her face to his, guiding her to his lips. Kissing her slowly as he reached his hands behind her, sliding them down her back. He began kissing down her neck and chest as she leaned back slightly. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, feeling Y/N pulse around his sheathed member. He let it fall from his mouth watching the soft skin bounce slightly before latching on again. Y/N squirmed, grinding down, desperate for any movement.

Bucky gripped her hips and pressed her down further as he worshipped her chest. "James," His name came out as a broken whine.

"Say that again." Bucky instructed, "Say my name."

"Ja-ahhhh-mes" He sucked her nipple again as she spoke.

He smirked slightly as he slid his hands under her ass and stood up, Y/N held on as Bucky turned them around and dropped her on the bed. Y/N rubbed her thighs together from the loss of friction. Bucky watched for a moment before Y/N let her legs fall open. Splayed fully open for him, Bucky instantly crawled over, his breath against her sex making her shutter. His lips trailed kisses up her stomach.

“How many nights have you imagined me like this?” A low chuckle came from Bucky, “Not just nights, and not just this.” He sucked her nipple between his teeth, making her gasp, before he soothed the shock away with his tongue. Y/N’s fingers ghosted over his hairline as she slid them back into his hair, he looked up at her and his eyes darkened as he sunk down and ran his tongue flat against her core.

Her fingers curled, pulling his hair as her back arched off the bed. Electricity buzzed and exploded up over her body. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her from going too far.

Y/N fell further into bliss as Bucky explored her folds with his tongue. Soft moans spilled between her breaths. She gasped as he slowly inserted a finger, moving it in and out, then two, he felt her walls constrict as he slowly moved and curled his fingers. Y/N began to rock her hips against his face. His lips captured her clit sucking softly before pulling back, letting it fall from his lips. Y/N’s mouth fell open as the filthiest moan fell from her lips.

He began rubbing his lips and tongue against her in a smooth pattern that felt like a love letter. Her hands gripped his, slipping back to his wrists as she writhed with him, completely letting him guide her over the edge.

A choked moan came as Y/N’s legs squeezed Bucky’s head. She involuntarily curled up. Bucky wiped his mouth as he sat back on his knees, bringing his fingers up, sucking them clean.

He reached down and grasped her thighs, pulling them up and over his. He leaned back down, letting his hands slide up her torso, up and under her breasts, as his lips found hers once more.

Y/N could feel his tip at her entrance, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She clung to his shoulders, nails dragging across his skin as he slowly pushed himself to his base. She felt the stretch as Bucky began to roll his hips, slowly dragging himself in and out. He began to pick up his pace, to read her body and follow her needs. Y/N hand snaked back around Bucky’s neck, as he sat back up on his knees, she clung to him as he continued his relentless pace. Y/N gripped onto the back of his neck with one hand as she found his knee with her other hand, propping herself up. There was no need however, as Bucky held her up, with his metal hand firmly on her ass and his flesh arm wrapped around the small of her back. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, his lips catch and dragged up her neck before sucking on her pulse.

Y/N’s body trembled as she fought to hold back, selfishly wanting more yet not knowing if she could take it.

She felt her core wound as tight as it would go, unable to hold on to it any longer, she let go. Her body shuttered and Bucky could feel her orgasm pulse around him, squeeze him. He continued, fucking her through, dragging her out as far as he could. He was close and couldn't take it anymore. He let Y/N fall back onto the bed, as he pulled out and finished on her stomach.

Their breathing was heavy as Bucky leaned over once more, bringing his hand up to Y/N face, her eyes glossed over in euphoria. “Are you okay?’

“Yeah,” She shook her head as she let out a sigh, “More than,”

A smile spread across Bucky’s face as he kissed her, “I am going to go get the shower ready for you, is that okay?”

Y/N Shook her head again before gently pressing her lips to his. “I need to lay here for a moment.”

“You just lay here and look pretty,” Bucky pulled himself off the bed.

Bucky walked into the bathroom, turning the water on to let it warm up. He quickly washed himself and cleaned up before setting up the bathroom for Y/N. He pulled a fresh towel out, placing it in the warmer next to the shower. A purchase that at first, he thought was ridiculous but has since rescinded that opinion.

He heard Y/N soft pitter pats as she walked in, the steam beginning to form and build. “All set, towel is in the warmer.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said as she made her way to the shower.

“Don't be too long, your food will get cold.” Bucky kissed her forehead before he left Y/N to clean up as he went back out and continued to reheat the food, he had gotten for her. While the microwave hummed, he stripped the bed and stretched new sheets from corner to corner. Laid out the blankets and pulled them back slightly ready for Y/N to crawl in.

He pulled down another plate for himself before playing up the food. Just as he finished cleaning up Y/N walked out. “Smells good.” She came up to Bucky’s side, wrapping a hand around his arm, leaning against his shoulder. “I am so hungry,” a laugh escaped Y/N, her head moved slightly as Bucky moved his arm. “Go eat, I’ll be right there with some water.”

“Thank you,” Y/N grabbed the plate and took a deep smell through her nose and smiled. “You really did get my favorite.” She said as she settled in on the bed and took a bite.

Bucky sat a cup of water down on her side table before crawling in to join her, “I know. I know all your favorites.”

“Oh?” Y/N asked as she took another bite.

“And I have the rest of the night to figure out the ones I don't know.” A blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks.

“I am looking forward to it.” She smiled as she glanced over at Bucky. “I could get use to this queen shit.”

“Oh, you just wait Doll,” Bucky replied. “I am just getting started.”

-End-

#bucky barnes x reader #buckyxreader #bucky #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #marvel fic #marvel #mcu #steve rogers #sex pollen #smut

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pforestsims · 1 year ago

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Here's a replacement for electric guitar, University EP.

Superflux ÜberUV Default

Recolors & decorative add-ons

Download: SFS | BOX

Polycount: 2110 (was ~850). Textures are 1024x512 px, I also included 3 amplifier recolors, 512x512 px. New guitar mesh is not 100% compatible with old recolors although some of those might look ok. Texture PSD with layers is here (SFS).

Updated 07.04.2024- Deco guitar floor stand can be placed on surfaces without moveObjects cheat

*This is for The Sims 2

More pics under the cut:

>> If guitar recolors don't show up in your game - apparently there's some kind of conflicting CC object that's causing this. No idea what it is tho. <<

Included add-ons feature guitar stand and wall-mounted guitar. Of course these require my default to work.

Default guitar features: mesh, textures, TXMTs and SHPE resource.

The original guitar is a peculiar mix of cordoba stage guitar and Gretsch electric guitar. The strings are missing for some reason.

I separated some parts as non-recolourable subsets with new 256x256 px texture. There are two color versions to choose from.

FYI I've edited amplifier recolors after taking the pics so these look a little different.

Here's how recolor for original mesh looks like on my default. It's this one by Michelle.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 cc #ts2 defaults #ts2 decor

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mysticode54 · 2 months ago

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This iceberg chart serves as a table of contents for the ICO encyclopedia I've long been building up in my brain. Feel free to reach out and ask me about any of these entries (but don't anticipate a quick response, especially when I need to gather a lot of sources to fully explain the entry). Transcription of the image under the cut. Higher resolution image

Tip of the Iceberg

Connections to Shadow of the Colossus

US vs Japanese Box Art

Watermelon Ending

You Fight the Sacrificed Children as Shadows

Design by Subtraction

"Mono is the Queen" Theory

Inspired the Gaming Industry

Below the Surface

(a.k.a "What you might learn in a video essay about the game")

Inspired Hidetaka Miyazaki's Career

Hidden Weapons

Originally Developed on PlayStation 1

The ICO Novelization

Amiga Game Inspirations

Scrapped Human Enemies

Yorda's Language is Japanese with Each Word Spoken Backwards

Yorda's Tattoos (PS1)

The Cut Dialogue

Regional Version Differences

i-c-o.net

Yorda's Hints

Ueda's "Pilot Movie" for ICO

Bottom of the Iceberg

(a.k.a "What you might learn from a speedrunner about the game")

50 Hertz Super Jump

Shouting Makes Ico Faster

The Shadow's Names

The US Version Released First

Shadow Phasing

The Unseen Commercial that Inspired Ueda

Shadows are Weak to Water

Ico Can Block Attacks

Below the Ice

(a.k.a "What you might learn from research and repeat playthroughs")

The Pipe Between Upper and Lower Cogwheel

E3 2000 Articles Claim Yorda is Magically Cursed with Blindness

The Staff Exclusive ICO Merch

The Queen's Sword Has a Missing Scabbard

Ico's Handcuffs

Scrapped Shadow Types

R1 to Find Queen's Sword

Dark Water

(a.k.a "What you might learn through translation and sharp eyes")

The Horsemen are Priests

Scrapped Bats and Geckos

Yorda's Name Comes from Hilda (from "Horus, Prince of the Sun")

UEQ Website

The Castle Has Some Electric Lightbulbs

Kabutomushi

The Graves Have Horns

The Deep

(a.k.a "What you might learn over the course of many years")

Scrapped Backstep Maneuver

Idol Statue Children are Based on Yorda's Pilot Design

GPL Violation

The Queen and Yorda Share Face Textures and Body Proportions

The Queen's Concept Design is Still in the Game

Yorda's Dress is Partially Inspired by Cicadas

Midnight Zone

(No clever title. You're too deep for clean categories.)

The Pattern is Everywhere, Even the Sofas

Scrapped Mid-Boss Fight

Yorda's Shadow Form Briefly Has a Forcefield in the Storyboards

Luz y Sombra

Ramsès Younan's "Tropique du Cancer" is the True JP Cover Art Inspiration

Prototype "Nostalgia of the Infinite" Cover

Abyssal Zone

Yorda's Cage Neighbors the Throne Room

Wireframe Office Fans

Insect Net

November 5th, 2001 at Shibuya's "Museum 1999 L’eau à la bouche"

Subtle Alterations to End Credits' Flashbacks

Yorda Sings in Early Concepts

Below The Abyss

Ico Calls Out Yorda's Name (8/06/01 Prototype Build)

Scrapped Queen Statue

Scrapped Heroine "Reaction" Mask

イand コ Buildings

Scrapped ICO Numerals

Hadal Zone

Throne Room Bloodstains

The Saddle Blankets

Scrapped "Torture Chamber" and Other Stages

PS1 Ico Operating a Mounted Gatling Gun

#team ico #ico #iceberg chart #ps2 #fumito ueda

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technician-the · 4 months ago

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Light box/Drawing table!!

This is what Ive really been working on the last few days, and its done!! ^^ (technically it's still too cold for wood finishing, but all the functional parts are done, so I can begin using it)

the design was based on an ergonomics page I found on the animation guild website ( https://animationguild.org/ergonomics-for-animation-artists/ ). I layed out dimensions for the upper part based on the angles they recommended, then built a cardboard mock-up to test how the angle would feel, and see how tall the legs needed to be

the writing surface is about 31x19, and is made from a piece of clear acrylic. The lighting is 480 led per meter led strip, about 5 meters, and is really quite bright (the first and second picture are taken with the same room lighting but with phone auto-exposeure).

the body of the table is bade from scrap 1/2 ply (construction grade, its actually off-cuts from the walls of the garage lol) and 1" boards (mostly 1x4 but one 1x6 too).

It's assembled with leftover screws and hardware from other projects, plus lots of west system epoxy. This assembly method isnt really "high end" but it is very strong, and fast to put together.

the led's are mounted to a piece of hardboard, which I painted for better light bounce. (this is what the glitter paint was for, I though it might help diffuse the reflected light). the switch is in an old-work electrical box, and the little power brick is screwed to the inside of the table (it had mounting tabs built in).

the top was actually too clear, but it was all I could get locally in the right size and thickness, so I sanded the back to try and "frost" it. It's mounted all from the front with no glue in case it doesn't work, or gets stained and I need to replace it.

the hairpin legs are from amazon, because they were really cheep and easy. they arnt my favorite, but they are easily removable, so its not a problem to change them in the future.

#woodworking #diy woodworking #art #artist on tumblr #art tools

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chapel-of-rizztual · 2 years ago

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Oh no im back like a house mouse that nibbles your cereal boxes that you think you caught but never really will :]

(Begging for prompt #59 part 2, Mountain rocks Phantoms shit; electric boogaloo)

Seeing as all of two people asked for a part 2 for the Mountain rut ficlet, a part 2 had been delivered!

Phantom whimpers and smirks at him. “That a promise?” He’s pushed into the kitchen counter chest first, the hand on his hair forces his head down so his cheek is pressed against the cold marble. His sweatpants are down by his ankles before even realises it and Mountain is leaning over him, his body fully covering his.

“No.” Mountain growls into his ear, licking along the shell. “That was a threat.”

Phantom moans, his back arching, his tail coming up to rest high over his hip. The smell of Mountain’s rut was making his head spin already, the need to submit and be bred and be good was crawling in his veins. Mountain kicks Phantom’s legs apart, immediately grinding his cock into the cleft of his ass. “Submitting to me already? Aren’t you a good boy.”

Phantom moans again, pushing his hips back into Mountain, his tail hiking itself up even higher.

The hand in his disappears and he feels two sets of hands on either side his hips, pulling his ass up. His ass get pulled up so high he had to stand on the very tips of his toes, his feet barely touching the floor.

He lets out a strangled sound, feeling breathless already. “I-Mount, I can’t-“

He’s cut off my Mountain snarling at him and biting the back of his neck.

“Shut up.” He growls into his ear again. “I don't need to you to speak, I just need you to let me do what I want to you.” Phantom let’s out a cry, Turing his head to allow Mountain’s fangs to graze over his scent glad just like before. “Good boy.”

Phantom moans out feeling himself slump against the counter.

Mountain ruts the head of his cock against Phantom's hole and Phantom lets out a panicked squeak thinking for a second that Mountain is about to force his cock inside him dry. He tries to wiggle away from him but Mountain’s grip on his hips tightens with a low growl. “Stop moving. You’re meant to be good and let me use you.”

“Mount-I- please, lube, you need lube.” Phantom pants against the counter.

Mountain growls again and mutters something Phantom can’t hear properly but he stands up from behind Phantom. “Stay.” He barks at him as he rummages through the kitchen cupboards for something that could be used as lube.

Phantom doesn’t move a muscle as he listens to Mountain growl and slam doors. There’s a bottle of something slammed down next to Phantom and Mountain is leaning back over him, covering os back fully with his body. “That better be good enough for you, princess, because that’s all you’re getting.”

The bottle of something turns out to be olive oil but before Phantom can say anything about it theres two slicked fingers rubbing over his hole before pushing their way into him. He moans, unable to help himself as Mountain hits his prostate immediately. Mountain doesn’t waste any time, only thrusting his fingers into him for a couple of beats before he’s pulling back and tapping the head of his cock against Phantom’s hole. “You better have been serious when you said I can hurt you.” Mountain groans into his ear as he pushes himself in in one long thrust. Phantom screams at the feeling of Mountain breaching his asshole, the burning stretch making him screw his eyes and his legs kick. He feels like the breath gets knock out from his lungs as Mountain just keeps going, keeps pushing into him, until finally- finally- he bottoms out, his knot bumping against Phantom.

“Ah-shit, fuck-mount-oh.” Phantom’s hands scrape down the marble surface, his claws digging in and scratching deep lines. “So big, fuck Mount- didn’t-didn’t think you’d feel like this.”

Mountain licks at the side of his neck, right over his scent gland and rolls his hips in small circles, pushing his knot harder against Phantom’s entrance. “What’s wrong, little bird? Overestimated yourself a little?”

“No, no-fuck- feels so good, hurts so good.” Phantom feels like he can hardly breathe, his cheeks feel wet already but he doesn’t remember when he started crying.

Mountain growls in response, grabbing at Phantom’s hips even harder, pulling him up even more. “Satan, you’re such a whore, I would have fucked you sooner if I knew you’d be like this.” Mountain pulls all the way and slams himself all the way back in. Phantom screams again, his wet eyes rolling back into his skull. Mountain grabs the base of his tail, pulling his ass up even higher. Phantom squeaks as his feet get lifted off the ground and hand limply off the counter. He kicks his legs as Mountain pulls all the way out again and slams himself back in, making the earth ghoul snarl at him and bite the back of his neck. “Stop fucking moving. Stay still and let me use you.”

Phantom falls limp against the counter as Mountain starts to thrust into him with a speed that has him crying out again, more tears streaming down his cheeks. “That’s it, good boy.” Mountain bites the back of his neck again pinning him Down, his other hand keeping a firm grasp on the base of his tail. Phantom’s legs swing with each powerful thrust of Mountain and he lets out little ‘uh, uh, uh’s’, unable to make any other sound as he feels like Mountain is truly ruining him. Mountain’s tail wraps around his thigh and pulls his legs further apart and he growls as he’s able to thrust deeper into Phantom. His knot gets bumped against Phantom's hole and he howls out, his head rolling to the side so he can see Mountain from the corner of his eyes. “M-mountain!” He gasps open mouthed. Mountain release his jaw from Phantom’s neck, but his other hand comes up and pressing against the back of his neck to hold him into place. “Yeah? Can you feel that?” He’s out of breath, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. “Can you feel my knot?” “Yes, shit, Mountain please. Need it, please knot me.” He cried out, feeling Mountain’s cock twitch inside him. “Gunna lock you on it.” Mountain’s hips snap forward particularly hard. “Gunna fill you up, fucking breed you.” Phantom sobs, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as he tires to rut his very hard cock onto surface below him. “You’ll look so pretty filled with my kits, nice and round and fat.” Mountain’s thrusts slow to a grind feeling his knot throb as it expands even more. “Maybe I’ll keep you knocked up, keep you full of my kits so everyone knows who you belong too.” Phantom whimpers, feeling his thighs start to shake as he feels his orgasm building in the pit of his belly. “Please- oh fuck- Mount, please knot me. I’m yours, own me.”

“Gunna bend you over every surface in this den, keep you full of me until it sticks.” Mountain licks up the shell of his ear, his knot throbbing just on the cusp of popping. “You’re mine, little bird. I’ll show you off to the others, show them how well you take me, how you let me breed you.” Phantom cums completely unexpectedly, his cock trapped between his belly and cold hard surface of kitchen counter, kicks and spurts coating his belly and making a sticky puddle on the surface. Behind him Mountain all but howls, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into him. Phantom cries out, feeling sensitive from having just cum, but it only last a second before Mountain is gasping out and grabbing at his hips so hard he’s leaving scratch marks. “Fuck, fuck, fucking take it, take my knot.” Mountain’s knot pops into Phantom as he cums hotly into him with a long groan. If Phantom thought he was full before he was wrong. He feels Mountain’s knot expand fully and lock inside him and for a brief second he wonders if it’ll actually fit. Mountain groans again, resting his forehead on Phantom’s back. “That’s it, so good for me, taking it so well. My good boy.” Phantom moans, feeling Mountain still cuming inside him. “I-fuck, Mountain.” “Satan, you feel so good, so perfect, Phant.” Mountain kisses him between his shoulder blades. Phantom looks back at Mountain as best he can from his position. “I hope you weren’t lying when you said you’d bend me over every surface on here because you are so, so, Fucking me like that again.” Mountain let’s out a small laugh. “You’re insufferable, you know that.” Phantom grins at him, wiggling his ass on Mountain’s knot making them both hiss. “Don’t think you’ve managed to knock me up yet. Mountain growls one again, nipping at the back of Phantom’s neck. “Don’t tease me, little bird. I’m just getting started with you.”

#the band ghost #ficlet #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #my writing

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taperwolf · 1 year ago

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The power supply I picked up for my new Eurorack case is itty! Less than 4.25"×2.5".

(It's only 1A for each of the ±12V lines, but the plan is to install a couple more when I need them, and add my own 7805 board for the +5V line. Right now my concern is proper grounding; I feel like I should install some kind of ground plane chassis inside the wooden box to mount this on, and connect wall ground to that; I may also coat the inside surfaces with a conductive paint I have. I'm — justifiably — a little leery of working with wall AC at all, so while I hear a lot of horror stories about ground loops, making sure there's a safe return path for the electricity seems more important.)

#synth diy #modular synth #eurorack #diy

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clowningaroundmars · 9 months ago

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previously:

In the midst of the sudden chaos, Gwen’s wide eyes honed in on one particular screen, which was pointed directly at the collider room’s interior…

... And directly at earth-42’s Miles Morales himself.

now, in this chapter, we get to see how the kids get themselves out of this pickle! will they reconcile and set aside their differences to work together? and who is this Doctor Octopus from earth-42 anyways?! the nerve of this guy!

all will be revealed in this part. enjoy! :)

<< part 2 of 4 >>

Gwen jumped into action… into the security room. Once the men all filed out into the hallways, she webbed the door shut behind them.

There was no way of her knowing if this was even the only security room in the entire building, but whatever. Spiderpeople didn’t usually stop to think about such small details, not when time was of the essence!

As quickly as humanly possible, while also keeping an eye on the collider room’s screen, she followed the wires from the various TVs all hooked into one main power source behind the desks and found just what she was looking for: a main fuse box.

That was the lucky thing about being trapped in the basement level in most situations; it often gave anyone access to main power sources!

This one looked… strange, though. Definitely unlike any other power source she’s encountered before, with its glowing green lights and circuit-like patterns etched all over the inner panels. It looked somewhat like the circuits 42 played with in her own prison-room from before.

Whatever. All of these gadgets were destroyed the same way anyways, so without further ado…

BANG!

The panel almost blew Gwen’s right arm off, emitting weird green electric sparks everywhere and billowing smoke pathetically afterwards.

She shook her arm off and rubbed at her knuckles while turning back to the screens, relieved to see that her quick thinking got her just the results she was looking for.

Every single screen mounted on the walls and sitting on desks were black now. She accepted this small victory before focusing again.

Ok, no more time to waste. We gotta get to Miles!

Gwen bit her lip and flew up into the vents once more, absolutely high-tailing it through the enclosed space she was just in moments earlier. She didn’t care that she was most likely making a ruckus on the metal surface, the alarms were probably drowning the sounds out anyways.

Once Gwen reached the vent opening she initially entered, the guards had already made their way past the entrances and swarmed the interior, weapons drawn.

No trigger discipline on these guys, not a single one… what a shame.

Her wide lenses bounced everywhere trying to look for her friend and her sight led her from the tips of the goons' guns all the way over to...

The collider!

42 was perched on the top of one side of the super-collider that was in the process of being built, glaring down at the henchmen milling around near the lab equipment, taking their aim.

It was lucky that he was too far away for their bullets to hit with any semblance of accuracy, because once he saw them pour into the room, he quickly got to work, easily dodging their shots.

42 planted various small bombs that stuck to the sides of the intricate equipment, clawing at wires, hosing, and metal coils all the way down.

“Whaddya doin’ you morons? GET DOWN THERE!!” One of the goons bellowed at the crowd, prompting many of them to start a mad dash down the various stepladders in the corners of the room.

“Oh no you don’t!” Gwen shouted as she leaped through the air and flipped gracefully onto the scene. “You wanna get to him? Get through me, first!”

She pirouetted sharply, delivering a lethal kick to one of the henchmen’s sides and sending him sprawling and crashing through a couple of desks.

Chaos erupted once again, alarms still blaring through the compound, lights flashing, blows landing everywhere and shots ringing out every so often.

The burlier guys stuck to the fight, meanwhile the more agile ones of the bunch quickly snuck away from the fray and slid down the ladders down into the collider’s massive housing.

While Gwen handled the bigger guys, the small fries tumbled down the steep slope towards their second target. However, their odds were already stacked against them anyhow, since 42 was prepared for their eventual arrival.

Once the masked vigilante was done rigging up his bombs to one side of the collider’s build, he attached a grappling hook to it and used it to swing down and towards the small crowd already gathered directly underneath him.

One of the goons couldn’t even aim at the moving target, he didn’t get the chance to shoot; 42 flew right past them, leaving them nasty little surprises on their backs and sides, all the metal bombs softly beeping and counting down to the men's inevitable demise.

From there, 42 did a barrel-roll on the ground and got a running start uphill. Up, up, up, until he had to engage his anti-gravity sneakers in order to stick to all of the metallic components that lined the wall of the cavernous room in his climb back up to the lab.

With a grunt of effort, 42 hoisted himself up into the next fight, immediately leaping like a giant cat with his claws out at Gwen’s final foe.

The goon was the biggest guy of them all, tanking Gwen's hits like they were nothing. Curse that armor… if there was a way to get past all of his Kevlar, she would’ve done it ages ago!

But her prayers were answered when the man howled like a wounded bison suddenly, and he ducked and jived all around, dropping his weapon.

She leaped up onto a wall for safety, watching with wide eyes as 42 clung onto the man for dear life with his claws sunk into the man’s sides, eventually getting an arm around the man’s neck and choking him out slowly.

The man was not going down without a fight, though. They both plowed through a few desks and sent equipment flying everywhere in their struggle.

After the guy finally drops down onto his knees and passes out, both vigilantes suddenly turn as they hear various other boots clanging onto the metal bars of the ladders just below them.

Shit. The other guys finally made it to the ladders again, trying to get back up into the lab!

No time for that. 42 motions for Gwen to follow him, and she does-- after webbing one of the climbing henchman’s hands to the floor first.

He shouts with indignation, and she flips him off and laughs as they dash out of the room and out into the corridors once again.

The bombs then went off, all of the explosives detonating all at once and causing the area nearby to rumble as giant hunks of metal blew off of the collider and fell to the ground.

The screams of the men could be heard from blocks, echoing through the halls and following the fleeing teens.

But those weren’t all of the henchmen, unfortunately, and they had to run up and down the maze-like hallways to try and avoid being captured by Doc Ock’s other security personnel who hurried towards the commotion.

Bemusedly, Gwen thought back to those old Scooby Doo cartoons she used to watch often, where the Mystery Gang would run up and down hallways during their iconic chase scenes. Her and 42 were no Velma and Shaggy, but her brain still took her there anyways.

They skidded to a stop once a platoon of them seemed to turn down a corner from out of nowhere, weapons already brandished and pointing directly in front of them.

Wordlessly, 42 and Gwen glanced at each other with a mutual understanding between them: fight, or get skewered like kebabs.

Gwen nodded and raised her fists, her Spider Senses blaring loudly up and down her spine and racing up to the back of her head.

It was gonna be a tough fight down here in the limited space of the corridors in the underground, but it was going to have to be a fight nonetheless.

She took a deep breath and got to it, flipping, kicking, and using the bodies of the other henchmen for leverage, webbing up their weapons before they could even get to shooting them.

42 fought even more viciously, which was certainly a sight to see up close.

Gwen couldn’t really recall his fighting style since whenever they’d be on missions together before, they were often separated due to 42 often skulking off and doing his own thing regardless.

But apparently, he took no prisoners from what she was able to see.

In the chaos of the fight, she tried to still be mindful of his position and not accidentally whack him instead of their enemies, which meant she had to stop every so often to allow him to claw off a helmet or two.

He used his gauntlets liberally, but utilized his surroundings even more, even using an incapacitated henchman to knock over a couple of other ones like bowling pins. Every now and then, he needed to take the time to let his claws recharge, but that never interrupted his flow, which impressed Gwen more than she'd care to admit.

At one point, it seemed that they had most of the men handled, all but two completely incapacitated when the alarms stopped blaring all throughout the compound.

Gwen hesitated, straining to hear if any other possible goons were making their way over to their location, but 42 didn’t stop. He made quick work of knocking one man unconscious and then delivering the mother of all uppercuts to the last guy, finishing their fight.

He pointed up to a vent in the ceiling hidden between pipes and wires snaking all up and down the corridor and grabbed Gwen’s arm.

“There’s no time to waste. Let’s just go!” He growled, and she didn’t stop to argue.

With a mighty pull of her web, she freed the vent shaft opening and let the grate clatter onto the ground. She leaped up into it and promptly pulled 42 up in with her, webbing the grate back into its original position in order to conceal their last-minute escape route.

It seemed to work. At the very last hair-splitting second, several more heavy work boots stomped over to the mess, assessing if there were any dead bodies amongst the pile that the vigilantes left behind, quickly sweeping the area.

They went off to search in teams after their leader barked some more orders at them, and he also called the paramedics team onto the scene to remove all the injured parties from the premises.

The two teenagers were just about to start quietly removing themselves from the area, when a familiar voice calls out loudly to the leader.

“And what have we got here, gentlemen? Did you all let the girl escape?”

“Er, sir-- I mean Doctor… yes. When me and my men finally got here, the fight seemed to be over and the girl managed to get away…”

Gwen and 42 glanced at each other and then looked back down.

“Not a single one of you thick-headed fools managed to apprehend her?” The Doctor’s voice scoffed haughtily. “And why I keep you all on my payroll, I may never know…”

“I’m sorry, Doctor. We’re sealing the entrances and exits and setting up a tighter perimeter now. We won’t let her get away this time! Whole place is on lockdown now.”

Doc Ock finally came into the limited view of the two teens sat almost directly above him. He sniffed and surveyed the scene, stepping carefully over various different limbs all sprawled out in different directions, hands clasped behind his back as if he were surveying a shelf in a store.

He was a tall, reedy man, the complete opposite of Gwen's own version of Doc Ock, and definitely nothing like earth-1610’s female version of the villain. He had salt and pepper in his hair, a sharp goatee, and an even sharper suit on that reminded her a bit of Orlando Octavius…

And he looked every bit of evil that every Doctor Octopus has ever looked. Good to see that some things never change.

“What’s the status on the collider? Have we sealed off that area as well, or did you bumbling buffoons also let the girl destroy that, too?”

“It’s… uh,” the leader shifted nervously, clutching his gun. “There... there were explosives set off in the vicinity of the lab room. The collider’s status is still… unconfirmed…”

He trailed off slowly, eyes wide behind his helmet and mask.

Gwen almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.

The Doctor’s arms materialized and unfolded from a node on his back that seemed to almost blend in with his suit, snaking out from their resting place much in the same way that 42’s own mask and backpack technology seemed to work. All triangulated pieces of metal unfolding out from each other.

Gwen watched with rapt attention as those octopus arms hovered menacingly in the air, snapping their claws hungrily.

“Well then, you’d probably better make your way down there and confirm it, then, right?” The Doctor loomed over the poor henchman threateningly. “And you’d better pray that it’s all in one piece, if you want to live…”

“Y-yes sir,” the man gulped, backing up quickly to go and do just that.

The Doctor then turned to another cowering henchman who flinched when they made eye contact.

"And you," the villain says to him, "you go and search for that girl. She couldn't have gotten far, but we still don't know what we're dealing with yet. She's clearly... enhanced. Stay cautious, but shoot to kill."

Here, the Doctor cocks his head at the sight of claw marks left on one of his minions' faces. "... We're still not quite sure what we're dealing with here."

While the Doctor was tutting away disapprovingly at the way things turned out for his own personnel, 42 nudged Gwen on the shoulder silently and motioned for her to follow him. He tapped on his mask as a way of saying I know the way out, and turned around to sneak away from the area as quietly as possible.

After several minutes of crawling, they made it far enough out of possible earshot of anyone out on the hunt for them and so Gwen grabbed at 42’s leg to stop him. He sat on his heels and turned to look at her.

“They don’t know you’re in here with me!” Gwen whispered to him excitedly, peeling her mask off of her sweaty face. Her hair stuck to her forehead uncomfortably.

“Yeah, which would be a good thing… if I didn’t leave my bombs and claw marks everywhere back there. They… might still think it was all you, but we can't make decisions on assumptions like that right now.” Then, a small pause, and 42’s mask unfolded off of his own sweaty face too. “You, uh. You came back for me?”

“I saw the monitors in their security room, and you were on it. That’s why the alarms went off,” she breathed. "I think the security personnel went and got some food and then came back. That's how they saw you,"

“Damn. Of course… I thought they detected me going into the collider room, but… I shoulda guessed,” 42 shook his head disapprovingly.

Gwen placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Relax. I destroyed the main power supply for the security room and got you out of there alive, right? So we should still be good for now,”

42 gave her a lopsided grin. “Yeah, more like I saved your butt back there! That big dude in the lab could’ve turned you into mashed potatoes if I didn’t jump in.”

They chuckled quietly at each other and caught their breath.

“What a day, though, huh.” Gwen sighed, sagging against the vent wall and fanning herself with her mask. “Definitely didn’t think it’d end up this way.”

“Yeah, well. That’s vigilante work for ya,” 42 shrugged, disengaging his gauntlets and peeling off his gloves. “Just gotta roll with the punches.”

A few moments pass, and an irate Doctor Octopus shouts his way up and down corridors after receiving news of his beloved collider. Many work boots stomp along with him, communicators beeping and orders being shouted left and right. They come and go, never stopping their movements.

If only they had a single braincell to share between them, maybe they’d think to look into the vents for a bit, but Gwen was more than happy enough to let them take their sweet time figuring it out.

“You might be right… about the power sources here in this building, by the way,” Gwen comments, once the chaos dies down enough for them to whisper again comfortably. “My watch is busted, can’t even open a portal to let us out of here. And that fuse box in the security room… I’m not sure it was running on electricity, actually.”

“Gee, ya don’t say? Why is it that you never believe me when I tell you stuff? It’s seriously messing with me,” 42 scoffs.

Gwen groans. “Hey. Not this again! I’m on your side, remember? I just… I dunno. I guess I should trust you more, considering we’re trying to get out of this place together. But…” she sighs, running her gloved fingers through her sweaty hair.

42 peers at her out of the corner of his eyes. “But? What, I’m not trustworthy or something?”

“I’m Spiderwoman. I’m here on a mission… I usually have my head on my shoulders, for the most part. It’s just… ever since I landed here, it’s like there’s a fog hanging in my brain that won’t go away. I feel like I’m…”

“Not working to your full potential.” 42 finishes for her.

She looks up at him and then back down. “… Yeah. Yeah, that. Not fighting to my full potential. Not thinking to my full potential.”

"Don't say that," 42 mutters quietly, earning him another glance from his companion. "I mean... it was your idea to blow up the collider."

Gwen's own lips quirk a bit at that. "Was it?"

"Yep," 42 replies. "You got me thinking... maybe I am too up in my head about completing my mission. Maybe I can stop to ruin Doc Ock's day a little more while I'm here... right?"

"Ah," Gwen grins, "looks like I'm not the only one that's not thinking to their full potential!"

42 shrugs at that, unfolding his legs and leaning his head back on the wall behind him. “This dimension has ways of messing with your head, sometimes. It's not just you.”

“Being trapped in this place is also not helping at all,” Gwen points out, exhaling.

“Tell me about it. You think you’re out of your element? Imagine me. I kinda rely on this tech stuff to live, to fight.” He gestures to his gauntlets and mask. “Having so much of my gear go out of commission seriously sucks.”

Gwen jolted with a realization. “But you got it working, eventually! What was it that you did to your pack in the collider room earlier? Could you… could you do that with this watch?” She looked at him hopefully.

42 eyes the thing dubiously. “That’s a mini-collider on your wrist there. You saw what the Octopus was doing back in his lab, and even he wasn’t finished yet. We don’t have the facilities to fix that thing without potentially fucking up the space-time continuum... or worse. Unless you know what you’re doing?”

Gwen sighs again and leans back, studying the watch even closer.

“...No. I don’t,” she eventually answers. “Where’s Hobie Brown when you need him, am I right?”

42 exhales a laugh at that; internally, Gwen cheers.

“Yeah. Hobie ain’t around to save us. It’s just you and me.” Then, he gets serious, leaning forward. “Look. I’m not your Miles, y’know. We’re not BFFs like you two are. But we are allies and we need to get out of here alive right now. So…”

He sticks a hand out, sans gauntlet or glove. “Let’s just forget about all that stuff we said to each other earlier. Truce?” He asks, finally making eye contact with her.

Gwen takes it and shakes it, approving of his strong grip. It was getting pretty warm inside of these vents, and she was pretty sure he wanted to get the hell out of there too, so she nodded.

“Yeah. Truce.”

With their masks and gear back into place, they quickly and quietly traversed all up and down the winding vents, taking several turns and climbing up into certain spaces, avoiding large vent fans.

It seemed like they were crawling for hours before finally coming across yet another vent opening that looked down into a high-tech room.

This one looked like yet another lab in the endless maze that was this compound, all of them already starting to blur together in Gwen’s mind. So she was slightly confused when 42 stopped them both to peer down into it.

“What’s up?” She whispered, mindful of the personnel that still milled around right below them.

“This is it. This is where I’ve been needin’ to go.” 42 informs her.

“Wait… that wasn’t the collider room that you needed? What were you doing for so long in there, then?”

42 grunts and shakes his head. “I didn’t find the info I was looking for. But I did find more maps I could download in that side room. This is the real room we need.”

Gwen balked a bit and glanced down. “This place? What’s in here?”

“Security plans, drives, passcodes, hundreds of gigs worth of files and information. This is the payload,” 42 says hungrily.

Gwen sighs softly. “And you’re absolutely sure we need to hit this place up before escaping? For all we know, we could drop down and it might end up being a trap!”

42 glances down and cranes his neck to check the corners of the room as well before looking back up at Gwen.

“What’s the matter? Don't think you can handle another fight?” He challenges.

“I dunno about you, but I think we’ve been in here a little too long. Maybe we can hightail it out here now and live to tell the story, right? Just place a little tracking chip here and we’ll just be on our way!” Gwen seems uncharacteristically nervous.

42 shakes his head disappointingly. “Unbelievable. Why you chickening out all of a sudden?”

“I’m not! I’m just… I don’t want you to get hurt, okay? That Doc Ock looked… menacing. Like he might kill the both of us if he ever gets his hands-- er, tentacles-- on us.”

42 gives her a once-over. “He will. The Cartel never takes prisoners, not usually. But if we don’t do this today? Who knows how many other victims they’ll get their hands on if we don’t stop 'em?”

They lock eyes, lenses fixed on each other’s faces for a tense moment.

But shit, he was right. She couldn’t chicken out now, especially when this was earth-42’s Sinister Six they were talking about here.

After today’s events, who knew if anyone was ever going to be allowed back in ever again? By the time 42 and his uncle made it back here to this compound, it would probably already be shut down and scheduled for demolition, Doc Ock and his motley crew already long gone.

And with them, those hundreds of gigabytes of data that 42 mentioned as well...

It was true… Gwen had to back down and admit that 42 was right on the money on this one. It was probably going to be a hell of a fight if they were ever caught, but the lives of thousands of New Yorkers were on the line!

She would have to concede… even if it meant putting her only friend and ally in this entire dimension in danger.

He’s more than capable, Gwen’s conscience chimes in, and her memories flashed back to the millions of times she’s always underestimated her own Miles before, only to be proven wrong every single time.

… It was time to take the leap of faith yet again.

She sighed again. “Alright. But please do not get caught, okay? They don’t know you’re in here with me and I’d rather take the majority of the blame. Okay?”

42 gives a little shrug. “Anyone ever tell you that you worry too much? I got this. I always do. Just watch my six and be ready for anything. Cool?”

Gwen’s sure that he gives her a meaningful look behind his mask. She eventually relents and nods, placing her hands on the grates and taking a deep breath…

… Before giving it a mighty shove, and doing a handspring into the room.

The few armed guards sweeping through the room jumped in unison at the unexpected intrusion. With a few well-timed webs, she had them all glued to the floors and walls without a single shot ringing through the air.

Well, that was easier than she thought it would be!

Spotting a camera in the corner of the room, she quickly shot a web to cover it up and then webbed up the exits while she was at it, as well.

“Room’s clear,” Gwen announced to the air, prompting 42 to then quickly drop down from the vent opening and stalk over to the biggest computer monitors in the room. The computers were labeled with a very conspicuous figure 8 symbol most likely belonging to the man of the hour himself.

“I thought about what you said earlier, how they don’t know I’m in here with you,” 42 spoke as he reached behind him to detach a cord from his pack and plug it into one of the computers. “You’re right, and I think we should stick by that assumption, actually.”

Gwen nervously makes her way over to one of the exits, listening for any heavy work boots marching over to the very room they were in. ”Mmnyep! Yeah, I’m glad you said that! That means you’ll let me handle the fights from now on, right?”

“Whoa,” 42 tosses his head like a horse and glares at her for a moment. “Never said anything like that. I just mean, we might have a tactical advantage there. Right? Think about it,”

Gwen peered at the screen and gawked at the slowly loading download bar taking its sweet time copying files onto 42’s own drive. “Is that thing gonna, like… take a while, or?”

“What’s the matter? I told you to back me up, right? And you did just say you wanted to handle all the fights...”

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP

The vibrations of several pairs of work boots thrum through the walls and floors like a steady heartbeat, growing louder and louder as they get closer and closer.

“Miles!” Gwen groans. “Time is kind of ticking here, man! We don’t have forever!”

42 tosses her one last glance back over his shoulder and steps back to assess his options.

Number one, he could destroy everything in this room, it being the data center of the compound and all. It wouldn’t help the resistance much, but it would be a major setback to one of the richest and most powerful villains in New York City.

Number two, he could stay and fight, completely blowing his cover and possibly jeopardizing his mission to come in completely undetected and sneak out with his prize. His escape plan mostly relied on the element of surprise as well, but then at least he wouldn’t be leaving precious info-- or his new friend-- behind.

Sure, she could handle the fight, most likely… but if she was captured…

There was no telling what Doc Ock would do to her. No, he couldn’t let that happen. And he most definitely didn’t want the Octopus getting his slimy little tentacles on that portal watch Gwen was sporting, either.

Quickly taking his pack off, he left the wire connected and called to Gwen.

“Web this thing onto my pack. That way, we can escape with it on me and we won’t have to wait.” He instructed.

Gwen goggled at him like he just spoke Mandarin Chinese all of a sudden. “The computer? That thing? It’s huge, it’s heavy! It’ll weigh you down! Let’s web it up to me instead,”

42 grunted in frustration. “I need my backpack. It’s got all my other gear in it, and you’re the one who’s mostly gonna be fighting goons off of us while we make a break for it. I can handle this!”

The boots were now outside of the doors, banging on the metal and shaking the piles of webs used to fortify it.

“INTRUDER, WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” A booming voice bellowed out from behind one of the doors. “COME OUT NOW AND WE’LL SPARE YOUR LIFE!”

“Oh right, like that’s gonna happen,” Gwen scoffs sarcastically.

She then turns back to 42 and looks determinedly into his mask’s lenses. She exhales.

“Fine! Fine, but if it’s heavy and slowing you down, you’ve got to let me know. Deal?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

Gwen does as she’s told and attaches the big computer tower to 42’s backpack as quickly as possible, giving it a final shake to make sure they were firmly glued together.

She motioned for 42 to turn around and helped him slip the pack back on, now weighing at least a few pounds heavier. He bent down to unplug it from its monitor, and then they were ready.

While she got them both prepped, she noticed that her web shooters were running quite low on their web fluid supply already, much to her chagrin.

Either way, no time to worry about that now. She'd just have to use them sparingly from now on.

They faced the door side-by-side.

“Are you sure you want to stay? I can boost you up into the vents again!” Gwen implored, desperation evident in her body language.

42 got into his fighting stance, gauntlets up. “This is our fight. We’re still outnumbered right now, but if we work well together, we can do what we did before. And maybe we can finally beat Doc Ock, too.”

Well, Gwen had to hand it to the kid. He had that charming kind of stubbornness that endeared her to her own Miles, and he wore it well.

It seemed like that was yet another constant through time and space; in every universe Miles Morales is in, he was always going to be annoyingly stubborn. And annoyingly self-sacrificing, too.

She relented. Leap of faith, after all.

“If you’re sure… then stick by me, and we’ll do it,” Gwen reassured him, hoping her smile under her mask was readable in any way at all.

They exchanged glances one more time, and then braced themselves for the inevitable.

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