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Giggling bucky got ME blushing too... Damn.

Baby

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Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: After you spend the night at Bucky’s for the first time, you drop a nickname that turns the ex Winter Soldier into a blushing and stuttering mess.

Warnings: Fluff to a shameless extent, blushy!bucky, implied smut but nothing major

Words: 904 (short but sweet bc writers block is a biotch)

A/N: I’m getting a toothache from all of the sweetness. I’ve always pictured Bucky using petnames so often with his SO that when they call him one back he gets all cute and shy about it because he’s not used to it.

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I actually love dogs so much. There's a pug cafe here and I wish I could live there forever.

“Creampuff Heist”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to smuggle a dog out of the shelter but needs the help of someone who has experience carrying out a heist.

A/N: please remember it’s the owner who raises the dogs to be evil and aggressive, not the dog itself! - j. x

Bucky plops onto the cement in a heavy but swift manner. He wiggles his flesh fingers through the small holes of the chainlink gate, trying his best to get closer to the pitbull behind the gate.

When (Y/N) suggested he volunteer at the animal shelter as part of his therapy routine, Bucky grunted his reluctant approval. Truth be told, he initially didn’t have any interest in animal shelters and only agreed because he wanted to make (Y/N) smile.

But that all changed on his second day of volunteering, because for the second time in his life, Bucky Barnes fell in love.

Acting on instructions to check every water bowl, Bucky was making his way around the shelter when he made eye contact with a blue nose pitbull with scars running across her face. Both super-soldier and canine warily stared at each other, fatigue shining from both of their eyes, their posture a bit slouched.

The pitbull took the first step of courage, carefully padding to the chainlink gate barricading her from freedom. Her soulful eyes never breaking contact with his blue ones, the canine stuck out her muzzle to the best of her ability and licked his hand. And just like that, Bucky’s heart melted.

Her previous owners called her Scarface, but Bucky calls her Creampuff.

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WHAT DID I SAYYYY I WANT MOREEE

You’ve Got Us (Requested)

Cullen Reader (Marvel x Twilight Fic)

Word Count: 1100 // Rating: Gen

Warnings: none, fights, cullen reader. friendships,

Summary:  Reader (A Cullen) needs to go back home to help her 

Note: This is a requested fic one of a couple by @fandomnationwhore The others will take a day or two i really got into the volturi one

@fandomnationwhore Sort of going to blow up your request box for a while so expect me around a lot, anyways; request for twilight x marvel crossover. The reader is a vampire (she’s a Cullen) and she explains to the team (she’s hired as a secretary by Fury to keep an eye on them) anyways, she explains she’s a vampire and how she’s taking a break from work to visit her family

Sort of going to blow up your request box for a while so expect me around a lot, anyways; request for twilight x marvel crossover. The reader is a vampire (she’s a Cullen) and she explains to the team (she’s hired as a secretary by Fury to keep an eye on them) anyways, she explains she’s a vampire and how she’s taking a break from work to visit her family

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Yes.

dumb baby

relationships: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: how bucky finds out you have a dumbification kink

word count: 0.5k

warnings: dom/sub elements, degradation, praise, mocking, dumbification, spanking, dirty talk

smut! minors dni

“tell me what you want baby doll.”

he watches you squirm in embarrassment on his lap. you always do when you have to talk dirty. it’s precious. when you fail to answer he grabs your face with metal fingers, making you pout. he can’t help the words that tumble out of his mouth, “come on baby, use your big girl words.”

he’s never said something like that before and watches closely for a reaction, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. he hears your heart quicken and looks down to see an actual wet patch on his boxers. he chuckles, making your face heat up. he decides to play into it. he starts massaging your ass, “if you wanna play dumb i can bend you over my knee.”

you actually whine at his words. “i want to ride you bucky. please,” you pout, looking at him with big eyes. he grins, he’ll never say no to his doll. he sighs, pretending to consider. “you can try but i don’t think you’ll be able to.” he strokes your hips, as if he’s trying to comfort you but his words are mocking, “‘m just to big for you, sugar plum. and you know how cock drunk you get.”

you frown, wanting to prove yourself. “no, i can do it bucky! please!”

he smirks at your enthusiasm, “alright doll, but don’t go stupid the second i fill you up.” you nod desperately and raise your hips, giving him room to pull down his briefs and expose his hard dick. it bobs up, rubbing against your clit. you moan at the contact, gripping onto bucky’s shoulders. he slaps your ass, making you gasp at the loud smack. “come on baby girl, you said you wanted to ride me. realizing it’s too much for ya?”

“no. i can do it,” you repeat, clumsily lining up his dick to your entrance. he watches slick literaly dripping from your pussy and clenches his jaw, holding back. for now you’re going to do all the work. you sink down, both of you groaning at the new position. you finally bottom out, sitting on his lap with a whimper. “what did i say about going stupid, pretty girl?” he threatens with a huff, rubbing your still warm ass.

you whine, lightly bouncing on his dick, the shallow thusts keeping him deep inside you. he smirks at mouth open expression, cooing mockingly, “oh poor thing. is this too much for your baby brain?” you’re too lost in your pleasure to reply, something bucky doesn’t like. he uses his cool, metal hand to pinch one of your nipples. “big girl worlds. use them.”

you grip his shoulders, babling. “it feels so good, bucky. so full.”

he smirks, “good girl. but i think you need some help, don’t you?”

you furrow your brows, about to ask him what he means, when he plants his feet on the floor and starts thrusting up into you. you squeal, falling fowards against bucky’s chest. he smirks, holding your pilant body. “there’s my cockdrunk baby. can’t even hold yourself up, can you? need me to do everything for you,” he roughly grunts in your ear.

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a/n: my first smut drabble! thoughts?

I love an independent, strong reader.

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚

pairing: businessman!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: modern au. infidelity {bucky is having an affair}, alcohol use, drug mention {not an action, used as a metaphor} explicit sexual content. full of angst.

prompt: i’m not the only one by sam smith

writer’s note: this is for my sugarplum, @samthemarvelfan’s writing challenge. thank you so much for hosting love, and for being so gracious when i mentioned my entry would be a bit late. i absolutely adore you, and i hope you enjoy this xx

dividers are by @/firefly-graphics

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

Lillies.

Delicate, soft — sensitive to your nose as you welcome him home.

Red was the colour of his cheeks; scrubbed vigorously and void of the remnants lipstick would have left — too bad he missed the spot on his collar.

Like always, you washed it clean; bleach, detergent, softener. You’d perfected the method.

Touches remained the same; gentle hands and ardent kisses. As though an apology was spilling from his tongue.

Open wounds of the heart were treated with quick fixes — no bandaids were required when the alcohol swallowed would numb the pain.

Tears were easy to deny, searing your skin each night as you turned; back facing his while enduring another restless slumber.

Mornings were safe, the adoring moments spent together before he walked out the door. A time you could pretend everything remained as it once was — out of sight, out of mind.

For now, it was enough.

The feeling of his love was always sincere; three simple words calming the withering storm.

Vows had been shared, an oath declared.

Yet, sometimes you wonder if he ever really gave you his heart. Lord knows he kept yours.

“How did it go?” You ask, perched on the end of your shared bed as he changes into a sweatshirt. He’d already taken a shower; washing away the deceit.

“Was okay,” he replies as he walks over, slotting himself between your thighs. “The merger is almost over.”

Purring, you tuck your hands under his shirt and rub them soothingly; comforting as a line forms between his brows. “Are you ready for that?”

And he smiles, the same one that made you fall in love all those years ago; crinkled eyes and dimples barely visible beneath the stubble.

“Means I get more time with you.” He leans forward, mouth brushing yours.

“What’re you doin’, Buck?” The question ends onset a giggle; voice light and airy as he trails kisses down your neck.

“Mm, missed you.” He pushes forward, moving you to the centre of the bed as you fall on your back. “‘S been too long since you’ve been under me, bun.”

The nickname fills you with an adorning nostalgia, lacing your veins like a well-sought drug; embracing the intoxication after being without it for so long.

Bucky pulls your legs apart, fingers dancing over the slickening centre of your underwear. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Baby.

There’s something detached in the endearment; a distant memory of conversation as he laughed about it’s lack of originality — seemingly unimportant.

“Maybe not tonight, Buck.” You try your best to act indifferent; swallowing the lump that lodges itself in your throat. “I don’t feel too well.”

He watches you closely for a moment, confusion crossing his features as something unknown festers. “That’s okay,” he promises; pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The blankets are warm, familiar as they cover you both. A part of you wants space — distance between you both as you try to shake the nausea.

Except, he wraps his arms around your frame; pulling you into his chest tightly. “I love you, bun.”

Fingers intertwining, you bring them to your mouth as you kiss softly; settling into his body as you beg for a sense of normalcy. “I love you too.”

The house is quiet for a Saturday morning.

Usually, you awoke to the sound of a pan sizzling; Bucky whistling along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

There’s a note by the coffee pot, a simple;

had to go into the office, be home by 5 xx

You wonder how long you can keep fooling yourself into believing him. How many more trips away, prolonged contracts and late night phone calls could you take?

A fire threatens to start; burning with frustration as you wonder where he is, who he’s with. That’s the worst part, you suppose, not knowing what was worth the destruction of your marriage.

Because how do you fix something you hadn’t known was broken? Not until you’d cut yourself on the fragments of his lies — the shattered promises.

An answer finds you later, as Bucky walks through the door with flowers hidden behind his back. An apology spewed like salt to your open wounds.

“It’s okay.” It isn’t.

He washes away the sour taste on your tongue with sweet words; gripping your chin as mouths meet for a passionate kiss.

Dusk was approaching, the sky illuminating golden hues across his features; warmth radiated from his touch, a tease to the cold that had seeped into your pores.

“You’re so beautiful,” he compliments; pushing you against the wall as he bunches your skirt at the waist. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you, bun.”

Something twists in your gut at the words. “You were a good man.” The past tense goes ignored. “Couldn’t stop myself from falling for you.”

He takes advantage of it, smiling against your lips. “It’s been so long since I’ve had you, darlin’. Need to taste you, want to feel you come undone beneath me.”

And unlike the other night, you embraced his hold on you; pushing forward as you feel him pulse beneath his slacks.

Bucky takes you apart in a way only he knows how; playing with the lines of your body the way he does the strings of your heart. Tugging and pulling — all consuming as he swallows your cries.

You don’t know where he begins and where you end, but the feeling of him inside of you; full and thick, has you begging for more.

It’s always fervent; hot and heavy as he moulds your body to his. Bucky could ruin you, over and over again, until there was nothing left. And still, you’d give him more. Every last bit of you — maybe that way, he wouldn’t stray. Wouldn’t need the reason to.

“Let go for me, bun.” His voice is molasses, heady in tone as he pleads for you to come. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, show me how you need me.”

With bitten lips and heated cheeks, you fold to his command; sobbing his name like it was holy — a prayer on your tongue as you worship his touch.

The feeling of warmth spreads through your loins as he releases inside of you; seed dripping from your entrance as he whispers his love against your mouth.

Moonlight reflects in his eyes as you reconcile. Sweat slicked foreheads pressed against each other’s as his fingers flutter along the curve of your spine.

A part of you wonders if this is his own reprieve, a selfish exoneration from his crimes as his duplicit heart beats against your ear.

Sleep finds him easy, as though he had nothing to fret come the morning. Although something tells you, you wouldn’t be as fortunate.

“I saw them together.”

The words ring like ultrasonic waves, stinging your senses as you try to not coil away from Sharon’s sensitive touch.

“No.” Denial is easy, normal. “You’re wrong, I’m sure it isn’t what you’re thinking.”

Her approach is timid, as though she were approaching a scared, lonely fawn. “Bucky’s having an affair.”

“He wouldn’t.” Your voice breaks; the ring around your finger constricting.

“I know you love him,” she says. “But you deserve better than someone who would hurt you like this.”

“And you’re sure? That it’s her?”

Sharon leaves you with a photo, evidence of the one confrontation you never wanted to meet.

They’re close, his lips on her neck as a small smile plays on hers. Bucky’s hands are wrapped around her waist; close and intimate, in a way that only a lover’s would.

You hover the delete button, a potential threat removed, if you choose.

The sound of heavy footsteps distract you, Bucky’s call of your name making you lock the device before he can see it.

“There you are, bun.” He grins, arms outstretched as he pulls you in for a hug. “I was callin’ out for you, did Sharon stop by?”

This was the opportunity, maybe if he confessed, you could work on moving forward — together. “She was out by Morningside today.” Bucky tenses, humming quietly. “Weren’t you out that way too?”

Silence stretches in the air, and you hear his sharp intake of breath as your throat begins to swell. You step back to look into his eyes, waiting for his admittance.

“Actually I was out by Riverside, Sam wanted to have lunch there.”

Water burns your irises, a bitter smile on your face as you watch his brows furrow, bottom lip twitching as he gives it away. “Really?” You indulge him, wondering if he’ll take the bait.

A quick kiss is gifted, palms wiped down against the same brown coat you saw in the photo. “Yeah,” he agrees; subject changing quickly as he searches for a bottle of water in the fridge.

“Buck?” Your tone is light, treading carefully as he turns around. “C’mere.”

Surprises flashes across his features, and you wonder if he knows — that you know.

Time is your ally, and you bide it deliberately as your hands brush over his pristine buttons. “Get on your knees.”

He abides swiftly; pushing your panties to the side as your dress is removed. Your hands tug on his locks, guiding him toward your centre as he moves your leg over his shoulder.

Bucky never tires of the way you taste; saccharine on his tongue with slight zest. It’s addicting, and he treats it as such; swallowing down your nectar as you grind against him, beard burning your inner thighs as he tries for your forgiveness.

Fingernails dig into the flesh of your ass, encouraging your movements as your whines reach their peak; pouring slick into his mouth as you fall apart.

Huffing breaths fill the room, and you seperate yourself on shaky legs. You feel his hand reach out for yours, but you move away without a glance; picking up your dress and leaving him to deal with the mess.

There’s a hand on the middle of your back, guiding you through the restaurant.

Bucky’s been extra attentive, showering you with quality time and affirming words. It was enough for you to try — you’d been together for nearly ten years, and you couldn’t find it in you to give that up for something you weren’t sure existed anymore. A lapse in judgement.

But then, you see purple.

It’s striking against the red; complimentary tones as her eyes dazzle like emeralds among the candlelight.

“You remember Natasha?” Bucky introduces you to the table, vision focused on you. “My assistant.”

“Of course.” You smile politely at her, the younger woman who tries her best to not waver under your stare. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Natasha stutters, gaze flickering from Bucky to yours. “You too, Mrs. Barnes.”

The dinner is quick, barely any fuss as you catch up with those you know — Sam, Steve, Tony. All familiar faces who seemingly sense the underlying tension between the three of you who sit together.

With a peck to Bucky’s cheek, you make your way to the restroom in dire need of a moment alone. Closing your eyes for a second, you inhale deeply before washing your hands, only a small moment to yourself as your hear the door open.

“Sorry,” Natasha says; moving next to you by one of the sinks. “Just thought I’d clean up.”

The shiny silver on her wrist catches your attention, a single charm hanging off it that makes your stomach churn.

“My husband bought me one like that when we were first dating,” you tell her. “I was so enamoured with him, you know? Which is why falling in love was so easy.”

She looks down, thumb brushing over the bracelet.

You continue, “Bucky is charming, enigmatic and he’s a good man.”

“He’s been very determined with this deal.” Natasha nods, jaw clenching as she avoids your eyes.

“Yes, he has.” You dry your hands, leaving her with one last thought. “But sometimes, he becomes addicted to the chase. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

By the time you reach the table, Bucky is standing with an affectionate smile. “You good, bun?”

Taking his hand in yours, you return his gesture. “Let’s go home.”

It feels like your head is finally above water; floating amongst the calm as Bucky lays beside you, basking in the sunlight that glows.

Everything feels right, the Earth on it’s axis as balance restores your relationship once more.

The bliss is ignorance, falling back into old habits as he declares his love for you. Future plans of beginning a family are made. And you almost let yourself feel the relief you’ve been so desperately seeking.

“We are not naming our child Galadriel,” you giggle; baby book in hand as you both lay in bed.

Bucky pouts, “At least it’s different!”

Kissing his lips, you murmur, “You’re so adorable when you’re all geeked out.”

“And you, are so sexy when you’re talking about our kid.” Bucky grins, taking the book from you before placing it on the bedside table.

“Mm, what’re you sayin’, Buck?” The question is a courtesy when you already know the answer. Your legs wrap around his waist, already removing the clothes that cover your bodies.

“Wanna start a family with you, bun.” His tone is so earnest, it makes you forget the worries that plague your mind.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“‘S all I want, darlin’.” The tip of his hard length nudges your opening, coating himself in your slick. “You, me, and our little family we’ll make together.”

The test is negative.

Because you should’ve known the perceived perfection was a mirage.

The singular line a forewarning for what comes next.

I’m sorry.

Attached to Steve’s text message is a photo — of them; hands clasped together tightly as they sit on a park bench, foreheads pressed together as their lips are mid speech.

You feel foolish for letting yourself get swept up in the hurricane of Bucky’s love. How swiftly it cocoons you — devours you — destroys you. Leaving nothing but the scattered debris of your heart behind.

Strength isn’t always visible, loud, obvious.

It doesn’t need to be prideful.

Yours comes in many layers — empathy, second chances, understanding, reflection. It’s more than physicality. Worth decades of experience, of learning.

That’s why you stand tall as Bucky shouts, veins pulsing with anger as he pulls at his hair.

“You’re crazy!” He yells. “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

The dichotomy of his arguments is almost terrifying — one of a man you don’t recognise, and one of the man you loved.

Still, you’re passive in your approach. The images are louder than his roaring, and you can see as he deflates; expression crumbling under the proof.

“It meant nothin’.” His hands shake as they hold onto your face; tremors befalling your frame. “But you, darlin’ you are everything.”

Venom spits at him with every word that leaves your mouth. “How could you ruin everything for something that was nothing?”

“I fucked up, I know.” Bucky’s thumb finds solace in the dip of your chin. “It was a mistake, somethin’ that went too far. But I promise, it was never anything serious.”

You laugh, unable to decipher whether he believes himself. “She’s in love with you.”

“I don’t care.” The words sting, even though they shouldn’t, because you have no loyalty to Natasha. But there’s something in the way he writes her off, like she truly meant so little that it makes you feel sick for her.

“Who are you?” You mumble, pushing him away as you massage your temples.

Bucky tries a different approach — more delicate this time as he presses his chest to your back. “I’m still the same man you fell in love with. Please, bun. Let me prove it to you.”

Perhaps your weakness, came in the way you yielded to him, if only for a few hours more. The release of your frustration, of the hurt and pain — the endurance of a broken marriage that you’d tried to fix on your own.

It’s rushed, anguished; the build up of emotions that can only be released in the space between your bodies. Kisses are bruising and mean, touches are harsh and contused.

He sears your skin like an iron, permanently etched into your flesh with his mark. One that will be scoured raw, and with time, that you’ll be rid of.

Bucky wakes up to a cold bed, your side empty as he stretches. He searches for you, softly calling your name, only to be greeted by the quiet.

Rolling over, he smiles to himself as the lingering Gardenia scent of your perfume fills his nostrils. Lulling him to serenity as he begins his day.

It’s not until he reaches the kitchen, does he see the ring — next to a manila folder, with a note addressed to him.

James,

I have loved you, for so many years. And while I thought that would be enough for you, I’ve come to recognise that it’ll never be.

You’ve made me realise my deepest fears; breaking our vows, and my heart in the process.

Everything I thought I knew about you was a lie, and for that, I can never forgive you.

It’s over. We’re done.

I just hope it was worth it, and that one day, you’ll make peace with yourself the same way I have.

Goodbye.

I love this trope

Red-Handed [P.P]

Summary: You and Peter get caught red-handed playing “naked games” by Morgan, leading to an extremely pissed off Tony.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of sex/implied sex, swearing, typos

a/n: ahhh i’m just craving some stark!reader father daughter fluff :))) as always, reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated! enjoy!

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It was the little things about Peter that pissed you off. Overall he was a great person and an even better boyfriend. But he had little habits that could sour your whole mood. Like when he would skip through all the songs on a long car ride to get to the one he wanted, instead of just letting them play through or immediately clicking that specific song. Or when he’d take a few bites out of an apple, and then throw it away because he changed his mind about wanting it. One of his worst habits was leaving his coffee in the microwave after heating it up. He was such a busy person, he was always leaving his coffee or his phone lying around. 

One of Peter’s worst habits, that you didn’t really mind until recently, was forgetting to set his alarm. 

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My heart can't take this

Hey so I'm new to the whole 'requesting' thing. Anyways I have an option Bucky has a secret girlfriend. This'll take place between post-Winter soldier and post- civil war. Team cap has to go somewhere and Bucky wants to say goodbye to someone. Once they reach the readers and her and buck do some sort of act of love (hug, somethin special) and the team realizes that it's his girlfriend Thanks doll🖖✌️

Secret Girlfriend

A/N: This was a super cute idea 

Warnings: soft!bucky

Words: 1k

“Who’s he talking to? I thought we were his only friends?” Sam questioned, looking back as Bucky picked up his phone and left the room. Steve’s eyes following Bucky’s movements as he slowly paced the hallway.

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged, returning to packing his suitcase.

“I’m leaving for three weeks- tonight actually,” Bucky’s smile gets smaller as he informs you that you’d be without him for an extended amount of time. You stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond. You knew that stuff like this would happen when dating an avenger. Having to leave at a moment’s notice to save the world, there was a part of you that wished Bucky would have stayed. Coming up with an excuse to not go, but that would only bring an unnecessary concern to Steve.

“We got the orders a couple of hours ago; I wish I didn’t have to go.” Bucky huffs.

“Is there a way that I can see you before? Just to say goodbye?” You managed to hold back the tears. This would be the first time Bucky will be gone this long. 

          The two of you met just after he returned from Wakanda. You were working at the coffee shop he would stop by every morning. While making friendly conversation with you, he began to know you better, leading Bucky to feel comfortable enough to ask you to dinner. Of course, you said yes.

That was almost five months ago. Bucky having his own place, allowed him to be able to keep this part of his life private. It’s not that he didn’t want them to know, but it was something that he wanted to be sure of before sharing. You were also the only thing at the moment that wasn’t filled with history or was work-related. You had been his get-away from the fast-paced life of avenging.

“Yes, I’ll come by before I leave. Will you be home in an hour?” He asks, Bucky knew he needed to see you beforehand and a phone call wasn’t going to cut it.

“I’ll be at work, but you can still stop by. I’ll take my fifteen when you come in.” You respond eagerly. This gave Bucky a good excuse to stop before leaving for Germany.

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, Darling.” His smile reappearing. “I’ll see you soon, just text me before you get here, bye Buck.” You hang up and start to get ready for your shift.

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I want to be manhandled too

Your Friendly Neighborhood Sensitive Spider [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter's senses are really easily overwhelmed. He always finds comfort in you. This time you're the reason of his sensitivity.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, smut, pure smut really, i can barely remember the plot, it's just filth, creampie, heats basically ??, primal kink, dark undertones, dub-con kinda, pet names (bunny), handjob, pussyjob, face sitting, cumplay, masturbation kinda, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation of both peter and reader, manhandling of reader (peter basically doesn't stop fucking her), overwhelmed/oversensitive peter, titty worshipping (a teenie tiny bit), a lot of cum omg ?? genuinely, this is pure fucking smut, only that, kinda very precise description of physical features and sexual events ?? idk, please avoid at all costs if you think you might be triggered by any of these topics or the fic

A/N : did i write 10k plus words of smut ?? maybe... enjoy this because school is starting again and i bitch decided to pursue an education instead of running away in the wild

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Peter had always been very awkward with people and human interactions in general. It all came from his very good capacity to figure people out by simply looking at them. He was an incredible judge of character even before the spider bite and after that, it all turned into something else. That awkwardness of his had been turned into sensitivity, or even oversensitivity. He was easily stimulated by sounds, movements or smells and he had to learn how to live all over again.

Adaptation had been difficult at first but quickly he found tricks to work around life as discreetly as he could. One of these was you. You were the most efficient thing he ever came across when it came to calming his sensitive senses.

When he met you he’d could vividly remember having a terrible migraine because of the violence of all the noises around him. He had retreated to a secluded room, in an abandoned building on campus. He used it regularly to hide and was surprised to see someone in the room, you. You were sleeping on your bag and he wanted to leave but when he focused a little more, he was surprised to not hear a thing. He couldn’t hear the noises around except the sound of your soft breathing sounds.

He was absolutely flabbergasted, so much so that he rushed to you and kneeled in front of you to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. He even checked your pulse for you, completely ignoring your boundaries or personal space in the process, but making sure you were alive at least or not doing something to his brain. Weirdly enough, you had woken up a little surprised but not worried by the tall man looking frantically over you.

When you asked if he was okay, he leaped backwards. The whole move was very strange and when he thought about it, it was no wonder you’d guessed he was Spiderman. You had this effect on him, this hold on his senses and his mind, you just made it all so calm and effortless. He felt like he was seating on a cloud with soft satin pillows, heavy comforters and your soft legs wrapped around his waist. This was his happy place and every time he thought about it, he thanked his heightened senses for granting him the ability to feel it as if it was currently happening. He could feel the heat of your thighs on his palms, the scent of your collarbones and your soft and supple breasts serving as pillows for his face. You were his peace.

You made him feel so good, his entire body went numb to a point of losing the ability to think rationally. He remembered the things he would do when you two had become friends. Some random guy would scream and he’d start playing with your fingers. He’d be walking with you and a gust if wind would blow, his first instinct was to pull you towards him to have a little bit of your body heat. The sunlight would be too bright sometimes, he’d hide his face in the crook of your neck.

You’d grown use to it overtime, welcoming him with open arms. You had been able to understand the things that triggered him and would sooth his at the best of your capacities. Your favorite thing to do was bring his head to your shoulder and caress his hair softly while shushing him in a low voice. The low sounds brought him comfort and managed to drown everything around. You didn’t understand how but science wasn’t your things so you didn’t try to figure it out.

~

Peter’s need to physically feel you to be generally okay and able to go through his day without being the absolute worst often expressed in surprising ways. These ways you discovered them slowly, each and everyone of them slowly revealing themselves at the most random moments possible.

Again, you’d guessed he was Spiderman because this need to feel you prevailed over common sense. It happened on a Thursday night, you’d been writing an essay for one of your classes when you noticed the shadow of a figure in the distance. When you turned around, it quickly hid behind a wall. Now, the red fingertips and the fact that you lived on the fourteenth floor told you who it was very easily. You were no stranger to Spiderman and his weird way of appearing everywhere you were, but having him in front of your window was very new. Paying more attention to his physical shape, it was very familiar to you. Too familiar. You didn’t even think before pulling on his hand and bringing him towards you with a surprised expression mixed with a smile.

The moment you uttered his name, he wrapped you in his arms, falling on your floor and rolling around. He ripped his mask off and rubbed his nose on the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. He refused to lie to you, probably because he was incapable of doing so, and honestly, you already knew so he saw no point in fighting the truth. That night you stayed on the floor for a few hours before snuggling under your covers, still tangled in each other.

Now, to go back on topic, Peter Parker was one sensitive man just like he could find relief in you, you could also make it ten times worse for him at times. In these situations, you were the main trigger to his sensitivity and that he figured it out on one of the most random days of his life. On that fateful day he felt like he would die if he didn’t fuck you raw.

~

This had to be the worst fucking day possible to have superpowers. Genuinely, he was ready to trade body with whoever would be up for it. From the moment he woke up, he felt like his skin was burning all over. Covered in sweat and twisting uselessly, in hope of finding a little bit of peace and cold, he moaned out your name, begging for you to suddenly appear and save him.

"I... Fuck... I need my bunny... Where is she...?" He groaned, rolling around and searching you.

He’d managed to pull himself together just enough to get up and get ready but getting ready had been exhausting, his entire body feeling heavy and still burning as if he hadn’t spent twenty minutes under the most freezing shower ever. While on his way to the train station, he noticed that his senses seemed to be dulled, the sewer stench common to the streets of New York weirdly absent. His vision was blurry enough for him to need his glasses, he was hearing everything but it sounded like he was wearing earplugs and everything he touched felt sticky but distance. He was practically certain to be hallucinating half the things he thought he had touched.

Looking up from the floor, his head to heavy to be raised, he was attacked by something so familiar and good. The comfort he craved on a regular and specifically today. There you were, as beautiful as ever, your headphones wrapped around your head and your eyes looking off to the distance.

"Bunny..." He said softly, immediately feeling better.

He was pretty far from you, far enough to not usually be able to smell you but today he could. So distinctly, he felt dizzy the moment he took a big gulp of air. He could distinguish it all, separating each of the different things resulting in the most addictive smell he’s ever smelled in his life. The citrus from your body soap, the tropical fruits from your hair creams, the vanilla from your perfume, all of it was so vivid, attacking his nostrils and pulling him with force towards you.

He was like a lifeless being, incapable of thinking or seeing anything around him. He was surprised he didn’t fall or push anyone, skillfully dodging everyone around. He looked weird but clearly right now, it didn’t fucking matter, he needed to get to you. When he did, he couldn’t even speak, he simply grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. He cradled your soft cheek, the warmth of your skin spreading against his palm.

His vision wasn’t blurry anymore, he could see very well, better than ever actually. He could also hear everything perfectly fine, most of everything being you and the sound of your heart beating, your breath speeding up or your blood rushing around your body. He could hear all of this vividly, all of you, alive and looking at him with that deadly smile of yours. He was crumbling, slowly sinking inside himself because of you. You were killing him, with your entire being and that he loved it. He’d never get enough if it.

"Fuck... Bunny, my bunny..."

He seemed to not give a flying fuck about the fact that they were outside, in public, in broad daylight and pulled you in for a desperate kiss. His lips covered yours in a matter of second, folding and molding around the shape of your mouth and sucking in the sweet taste of you. Shoving his tongue in your mouth, he held onto your jaw tight, forcing it open wide for him to invade you further.

You small hands were gripping on his shirt, trying to push him away slightly but failing miserably because you wanted him too. You always did anyways but you knew when was the time. The Peter kissing you right now, was scouring through your mouth, looking for you to fill his ears with those delicious sounds that only you could make. You knew what he wanted, he was moaning and groaning in your mouth and you could feel disapproving looks on your. You did what was best for you and your dignity, biting his tongue enough to hurt but not too much.

"F-Fuck ! Why ?! Need you bunny..." He whined, reaching towards your lips again but being stopped in his track.

"I know baby, but you can't just swallow my face in public... I promise I'll take care of you later."

When he groaned in displeasure, whining lowly before diving towards your lips again, you had to stop him dead in his track, laying a hand flat on his chest in a commending motion. He looked at you straight in the eyes and you noticed how far gone he was. It’s like he wasn’t there all together. He often got like that after sex but you a simple (not so simply, really) had him desperately needing you in the middle of the street. Something was clearly off but you would wait it out, maybe he would be back to normal in a few.

~

He was, in fact, not back to normal in a few. It actually got worst, way worse. By the end of the day, he felt like he was ready to pass out. His entire body was on fire, burning as if drenched in lava and he could barely move. He swung home because it would be faster but practically died hitting a few too many windows on the way. The moment he saw his apartment, he thanked his past self for keeping the window open and threw himself on his floor.

It felt cold and so comforting, he rolled himself around for as long as he could. Quickly, his long body covered his floor in heat and it became unbearable to deal with too. He threw his bag on his bed, completely ignoring the possible state of his laptop and other things. He let his cheek rest on the surface and let his body relax, feeling completely numb but a little better. The reoccurring memories of the day and the state he was in were playing in his mind. For the first time, you weren’t relief, you were the problem.

He had thought that his minor episode this morning, would be temporary and quickly dealt with. It was not. It increasingly got worst, his senses focusing entirely on you. He suffered through long hours of lectures, your scent sticking to his clothes and drowning him in need. He felt like you were everywhere on his, multiple versions of you clinging to his skin and whispering sweet and sultry words into his ear. He couldn’t feel you, skin hot and covered in this warm glow that broke him apart. He could barely see anything, the image of your sunkissed skin shining so bright he felt like he was floating around the sun. You were the sun to him anyways so it wasn’t too far from the truth.

It was like you were a siren, singing your best song to him, bringing him to his knees, ready to run away to the farthest corner of a forest and worship you for as long as you’d allow him near you. You were like an oasis in the hottest dessert there was, draining his life force. God, he was so fucking far gone, he could barely remember his name before yours.

“Pete ? You okay baby ?”

Jolting awake, he frantically looked around when your voice resonated in his head. He let out the neediest whine of pleasure mixed with happiness when he saw your gorgeous face come in view. There you were, looking down on him with worried eyes. He reached up, grazing his fingers on your cheek, nose and then lips softly. Parting them with his thumb, he shuddered when your breath hit his skin. You looked at him with sweet innocent eyes and he thought that would kill him but when you moaned through a whisper, practically inaudible to the average ear but not his, he jumped back, away from you.

He covered his face with his hands, muffling a scream that hid a desperate moan. What the actual fuck was going on with him ?! What was his fucking problem that he had to run away from you because touching your lips drove him crazy ?! He had to be mentally broken or something cause he felt his cock harden and violently twitch in his pants. Starting to breath heavily, he looked around his room for clothes to wear, he needed to change. Anything but fucking jeans honestly.

Reaching for them, he rips them away from his laundry basket with a hoodie to go with it before running to his bathroom and locking himself in. He let out a heavy breath, shivering in comfort at the feeling of the cold tiles under him. He delicately started to peel off his clothes, quickly coming to the realization that each time he brushed against his skin, he’d moan like a fucking idiot. He could feel your fucking scent on them and it’s like his clothes were begging to stick to his skin. He was going absolutely fucking crazy, last time this kind of shit happened, he’d been bitten by a radioactive spider specifically designed to give him superpowers. Maybe he had been bitten by another spider without noticing, that would be pretty logical considering the fact that the only thing he truly fully focused on here was you. Maybe the spider liked you as much as he did.

Once he’d finally managed to get rid of his clothes without moaning too loud, preventing you from hearing him, he sat on his floor, panting loudly, cheeks red and hips moving on their own. He could see the stain of his sensitive cock, dripping cum on the fabric of his boxers. Looking down towards the pulsating bulge, he could practically see your fingers wrapping around him and he instantly winced in both pain and pleasure at the thought. He cupped his thick girth and rubbed it against his warm palm, begging for it to go back down. He was moaning at each of the heavy rubs he’d leave on himself, your name sounding more and more like a plea than anything else. He was begging for you, cursing himself for not feeling so conflicted. He was ashamed of himself, red in embarrassment at his own actions but also feeling deprived and needy for more.

When he felt his hot cum spill out of his cock and cover his boxers, he let out a sigh of relief, eyes crossing at the wave of pleasure spreading through him. He let it all sink in, taking time to relax a little bit before going back out there.

“Peter ? You okay in there ? Do you need my help ?”

He snapped his head towards the door, his relaxation dissipating quickly and being replaced by his previous mood. He was back to square one, needy and pulsating in his pants like a fucking teenager, at the simple sound of your sweet, sweet, sweet angel like voice. You wanted to help, because you were that good, perfect even. A perfect, perfect girl for an imperfect boy who was being crushed under the weight of his heightened senses and the rough consequences they had on his sex drive.

You could help. You could save him even, oh that you could. You and those sweet lips of yours, you could help him greatly. You just needed to get on your knees and let him fuck your throat so hard, you’d feel your own vocal cords move against the tip of his cock. Or did he want to fuck that sweet velvety pussy of yours with his tongue ? Yes he did. He wanted to taste your insides, attach his tongue to your walls and engrave that honey taste in his head. He wanted to bury himself in you too, oh god he wanted that. He wanted to burn your feel on him, god he was ready to carve your name in his skin. It would heal but he wanted you wrapped around him, he wanted to be absorbed by you, completely nestled in your body, in your DNA.

He was fucking insane, completely off his rockers. He needed therapy and a shit load of medication clearly. Maybe a mental institution too, maybe that would fix him, if he could be fixed. If he wanted to be fixed. He was obsessed with you, his body craving your entire existence like an asthmatic would crave air. He was absolutely gone, lost in the ocean that you were, so wide and big and tempting. As anyone ever wanted to drown ? Because he did, he wanted to drown in you.

Quickly shuffling around to get rid of his boxers and slipping in the sweatpants, he opened the door to be faced by your worried face. He gave you his best smile (he looked absolutely fucking crazy) before swerving around you, trying to avoid touching you or breathing in your scent. He’d need to take extra precautions to not let you see through his desperation to fuck you.

~

As soon as he started his little scheme to appear normal in front of you, he was attacked by a new wave of arousal, heat burning him from the inside and jumping out of his body like a violent beast. Looking at you, smelling you, hearing you, all of this was tickling the salacious thoughts in his mind. They were bringing those images lf your naked body rubbing against his to life.

Come on Peter…

Don’t you want to play with me ? My pussy missed you so much.

Felt so empty without you and your cum Pete…

Please baby… Please, suffocate me… I want your cock in my throat…

Peter… Please love, look at my tits… All pretty and lonely, they need you…

I need you… Don’t you need me Peter ?

God, fuck… Yes he did ! Yes he needed you ! More than anything ! He couldn’t express the visceral need he had to scream than he needed you at the top of his lungs. He was ready to lose his voice and vocal cords to say that he needed you wrapped around him. He wanted to feel you all over, be in you skin, invade your every cell.

Thinking like a beast in heat, he couldn’t handle the additional feelings invading him when he noticed that he could feel your arousal. He didn’t know where it came from and honestly, he couldn’t care less. All he knew was that he was smelling the sweet scent of your leaking pussy and he was very close to jumping on you and feasting on your wet folds until he quenched his thirst. He was desperate, for release, he needed you to heal him, save him from his misery.

Rubbing his long body on the mattress, praying for a little friction to free him from his torture, he whined when his skin brushed against yours. Your exposed thighs, soft against the back of his hand, he could feel the heat of your body on his. That heat, he could recognize it anywhere, it was even frightening how he found himself seeking it. Burning hot like lava and turning his entire being into a pile of ash, you were like a volcano. That heat, he couldn’t get used to it, he was responsible for it, that lust pumping through his veins every time you touched you. You were needy for him but you could contain yourself. Now he couldn’t.

Laying his heavy head on your exposed thighs, he rubbed his nose on your flesh, inhaling the scent of your core and drinking it the aroma he could taste on his tongue. His mouth was watering at the thought of your drenched folds coating his lips and entire face. He wanted you to sit on his face, right now.

He distanced himself, practically falling off the bed and ripping his sweatshirt off before throwing it in a corner if the room. That was probably a stupid move on his part because he was now shirtless, erection in full view for you to see and fawn over. You always enjoyed the whole gray sweatpants thingy but never that much until Peter. With him it was a whole different story, no amount of boxers would be able to hide what he had to offer and clearly he opted for the no boxers alternative.

Biting your lip, you hoped he couldn’t see how drenched your panties were already. You were a terrible person maybe. Your boyfriend was in pain, suffering from an unknown illness and needed as much comfort as he could get but you still found time to drool over his barely covered body. You were, indeed, a terrible person.

Looking at him with an amused smile, you slid your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp and soothing his inner turmoil a little. He couldn’t understand what was going on and he didn’t feel like it right now, you could feel that. You knew he needed you but you didn’t want to press him, you wanted him to come to you. And seeing how touchy he was being, you knew you wouldn’t wait long. You jumped slightly when he violently ripped himself away from you to crawl to a corner in the room.

“Oh my fucking God ! Peter are you okay ?! Do you need me to call somebody ?! Maybe Gwen, she has medical or scientific expertise !” You blabbered, panicking at his sudden actions

“No ! Please no ! Do not call… Call anyone… I’m g-good…” He begged, eyes screwed shut and trying to peal his clothes off as if the were his skin.

He threw his head back, resting it against the wall and spreading his legs wide. He couldn’t move anymore, he was breathless, horny and exhausted. If he moved, he felt like he was in a burning shower the water sucking out every drop of water in his body. He was desperate now, or at least more than he was before. He couldn’t handle this sudden new development in his body. He didn’t care if it meant he was dying or something, he just wanted help.

You got closer to him, placing yourself between his legs and laying a hand on his thighs while the other cupped his cheek tenderly. You were worried, hell probably more than simply worried. He could feel it, and he could feel your throbbing cunt from where he was. It was as if your body was vibrating at a frequency that only him could feel and it was torturing him. You were like a siren screaming in his ears to tell him that you needed him to fuck you badly. He who found comfort in you most of the time was being tortured by you too at the moment. The irony of the situation was very unpleasant.

“Baby, please… Tell me what you need... I can’t stand watching you get all weird and sickly without being able to help… I’m not the best scientist but I got Google for that… Please let me help.” You pleaded with that deadly sweet voice. He was being physically suffocated by the honey that your voice was, drowned like a bee that got too close to Paradise.

Looking at you, his brain suddenly shut off completely, the fight against insanity lost miserably. He fought long and hard but clearly, this enemy was too strong, the enemy was you after all. He looked down at the prominent bulge showing through his sweats, if we could call this a bulge. He couldn’t distinctly see the shape of his girth through the fabric, practically begging to come out. He hissed, almost painfully, at the vibrations of his member, looking up to your sweet face in awe.

He was practically crying for help, anything to calm him down. He was conflicted, wanting you close but knowing that it would only make him feel worse. He retreated further in the corner, wrapping his body in his arms and blinking back the weird haze he was in. His breath was loud and short. It sounded strained and come out with difficulty, as if breathing made him suffer. And it did, every breath he took, carrying with it the memory of what you tasted like. He could feel your taste in his mouth when he breathed and it would rush down straight to his cock every time.

“P-Please… Please I can’t… I can’t do this a-anymore… I can’t stand it…” He cried softly. Your worry skyrocketed and you tried to get closer to hug him tight but he jerked, rejecting your hands on him. “I… I need… I need you to leave… Or to just… J-Just let me fuck you… I promise I’ll be good, and I’ll clean you up after but please… Choose for me…”

You looked at him with loving eyes, the worry dissipating and allowing you to nod slowly towards the option he was silently begging for you to pick. Letting his body move on its own, his large hands slid under the hem of your skirt, taking two handfuls of your ass and hoisting you up effortlessly. You yelped, your hands shooting up to his shoulders as he sat you on his lap, carefully positioning your core over the wet patch formed by the tip of his cock. He bit the inside of his mouth, keeping his own needy moans to himself as his started grinding against you.

“P-Pet-“ He was quick to shut you up, two of his fingers finding refuge in your hot mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

“Don’t… Don’t fucking say a word…” He groaned, looking attentively at your bodies moving in sync. “Fuck… Do… Do you have any idea of how much I wanted my cock stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours today…? I barely got though the fucking day, thinking I was going fucking crazy… Never been so fucking sensitive before, fuck…”

His free hand grabbed your waist, holding it tightly and pushing you down harder. He couldn’t feel the pulsating of your folds on his bulbous tip, body your centers, leaking and wiping over the other. He should’ve been ashamed by the wet patch on his joggers but he was too busy focusing on the thought of you riding him while he kept his mouth stuffed with your panties.

He groaned in pleasure, a little louder than he was already doing, when he felt your soft fingertips on his wrists, wrapping tight around it to pull your fingers out of your mouth. He looked up at your face and felt his body melt under your gaze, eyes soft and loving but also sharing pure lust and pleasure. He couldn’t see them try there hardest to not cross in pleasure, something you did that absolutely drive him crazy.

Whining into the palm of his hand, you licked the tip of his digits sensually before diving them low against your body. You ‘et go of his wrist to let him do what he wanted, simply lifting your skirt to show what he’d been truly looking for.

“Oh fuck…” He exhaled, looking down at you as if you’d shown him the Holy Grail. His fingers slid under the elastic of your panties slowly before ripping them off of your body in one singular motion. Caressing your exposed hips and your uncovered ass, his fingers dove down on your folds, sliding in between the flesh and stroking his fingers back and forth. You threw your head back in pleasure, his thumb rolling around your pulsating clit.

He was absolutely mesmerized, practically forgetting everything around him. His fingers were drinking in the sensation of your juices coating his fingers. His senses were on alert but not for danger, for more of you. The needed to feel you all over, to have you wrapped nicely around him, sucking out every drop of energy and possibly life even. He was ready to give his life force to you at this exact moment. Was he okay ? Probably not. Did he really care ? Absolutely not.

Raising you up once again, he threw you over his shoulder, inhaling the scent of your wetness coating your inner thighs. His fingers were quick to come play with your exposed mound, gathering your slick and licking it off of his fingers. He walked, painfully hard erection visible through his sweatpants still and ready to be tended to. That would need to wait, for now, Peter needed to do something first, he’d been thinking about it for too long to simply ignore it.

Laying you on the mattress, on your back, you watched attentively, finally able to fully see his face. He looked absolutely magnificent even when the exhaustion was clear on his features. His lips, red and plump, were parted, air coming out in heavy breaths while he tried to focus. His face was flushed, red and sweaty, he tried to calm himself down, you could feel it. He was battling with his needs.

When you reached up to him, he pulled you forward by the wrist, forcing your chest against his as he hungrily kissed you. Your lips tasting like sweet, fresh berries, he bit on your flesh and swallowed the surprised moans coming out of you. How could you not be surprised when the man you loved was practically swallowing your face, ripping the literal oxygen out of your lungs ? You couldn’t, not when he was acting as if the universe had deprived him of you.

His hand slid down your back, pushing you against his chest and pressing his lips further against yours. His tongue, warm and wet, was diving deep in your mouth, licking as far as he could reach and sucking in your delicious taste.

He was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling and the ones you were feeling. He could feel it all, everything was ten times worst than usual, everything was enhanced. His senses were being drowned by your intoxicating scent, your sweet taste, the soft feeling of your skin and the siren like sound of your voice. All of you was pushing him down a cliff, hell, he was jumping down himself, willingly and expecting the result eagerly.

“P-Peter… Peter wait… C-Can’t…” You moaned in his mouth, trying to pry him away from you, loosing air fast. He didn’t let up, taking your jaw in hand and keeping you close to him until he felt you truly loose air.

“Sorry…” He apologized without really meaning it. He was staring at your lips and probably wanted more of them but you were panting hard, trying to catch your breath in his arms.

Ignoring you, his kept himself busy by rubbing his nose against the veins of your neck. His nose, inhaled that specific smell that only you had, trying to engrave it into his senses.

Suddenly straightening himself, he swallowed hard, as if he was on the verge of tears. You observed his movements, your eyes doubling in size, when he ripped his sweatpants off of his own body and tossed the shredded fabric on the floor. You were so surprised, you couldn’t even pay attention to his throbbing cock, pulsating against his stomach. You didn’t know if you should’ve focused on that or the fact that the act in itself had you clenching your thighs desperately. You sometimes forgot how strong Peter was and all the things he could do to you if he wanted.

Feeling how aroused you just got at the display of physical strength, he gave you one of those dopey smile he gave when either tired or extremely horny. You loved it so much, you wanted to coo at him but he was quick to remind you of his true intentions. Grabbing your wrist, he brought your hand close to his girth and exhaled in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of head when your fingers wrapped around him.

“Ugh… Fucking hell bunny… You’re killing me…” He whispered, voice breathless before you’d fully done anything.

You instantly knew what you had to do, his heavy shaft pulsating in your closed fist. You admired the shape of his cock, red and covered in past strings of cum, still leaking out of his tip. You could feel the blood rushing through it, the veins bulging out and vibrating on your skin. You looked up, meeting his dark eyes, telling you (more like begging or ordering you) to do something, anything. He would take anything from you.

You started stroking his cock, smiling with pride when he moaned your name loudly. It was strained, almost stuck in his throat, but he pushed it out at the feeling you’re your skin on his warm cock. He was finally reaching peace, getting closer to salvation at each of your moves. You got closer to him, still moving but changing pace to go faster, and laid your free hand flat again his chest. You felt his abs flex understand your fingers. He looked down on you, ignoring his hips as the started to fuck your fist nice and slow.

When you started pecking his exposed chest, he knew he would spend the rest of the night doing the countless obscene things he had in mind. He bit his lips, keeping in tears of pleasure that were threatening to spill out of his gorgeous brown eyes but letting the desperate moans come out without a care in the world.

He felt dizzy, from both pleasure and his eyes jumping between your hand on his dick and your lips on his chest. You were pecking high, living butterfly kisses on his collarbones before sliding lower on his torso. You were still looking up at him and he was slowly dying inside, feeling big load of cum about to burst out of his oversensitive cock.

“You okay baby… It’s okay… I’m here love, do what you want…” You muttered, your voice hitting his skin and traveling through his body at the speed light.

“Ah… Aahhh fuck… Please… Please I’m begging you… Please…” He didn’t know what he was begging for honestly but he just needed you to do something, anything. He was begging for anything from you, anything you could give he would take how of love and pure lust.

Holding the back of your nape, he caressed your nape tenderly, his hips still moving and fucking himself inside your closed fist. His moans echoed louder around the room, perfectly in sync with the movement of your wrist and the soft kisses you left on his skin.

Seeing his cum shoot out to cover parts of your face and your covered breast drove him even deeper down the hole of insanity he was sinking in. Vision so blurry he was certain that he would faint soon, he let loose, loud and lustful moan escaping his swollen lips. Both red like cherry, you looked up at him as he unconsciously kept moving his hips against your palm.

You felt it, he needed more and he wouldn’t need to tell you, his stiff and throbbing cock would do the job. But you were prevented from really doing anything or even thinking clearly about what you wanted to do to him. He took control fast by lifting you off the mattress and carrying you against his chest again. He took you place, sitting down on the bed and putting you on his lap.

He was moving with both control and pure instinct, looking like an animatronic, wired and programmed to work a certain way. He was indeed, working fast and eagerly, searching for the next target of his assault to your body. He was served with everything he craved the whole day and could barely think about where he wanted to start.

His dilemma was quickly resolved by the subtle moan that escaped your beautiful lips when your when your leaking cunt rubber against his veiny girth. Feeling the wetness coat him all over, he couldn’t help but drool shamelessly at the thought of having it in his mouth. Yeah, he wanted you to sit on his face still. So he laid on the covers and at your confused glare, he simply pulled you by the waist all the way to his face.

“Oh my fucking God ! Peter what the fuck are you doing ?” You exclaimed, worried that you’d suffocate him to death. He had super strength but still very much needed to breath.

You seemed reticent but did not move, keeping yourself above his face rather than sitting on it like he desired. When he tried to pull you all the way down, you glared at him, pushing his hands away from your body. Deciding against the rational part of him that refused to manhandle you, he let the primal need in him to have your sweet juices pooling all over his lips take over.

Grabbing your wrists forcefully in one hand, he wrapped his arm tight around your waist, forcing you to move at his will.

“Listen to me and listen to me well bunny.” He ordered, looking both controlled and wrecked. “I’ve spent the entire fucking day feeling everything you felt times fucking ten and not even you could calm me down. The only fucking thing I want right now is that sweet pussy of yours all over my mouth so either you sit on my fucking face or you run away as fast and far as you can before I actually start considering doing all the most disgusting and unsanitary things I have in mind.” He threatened, eyes big and dark, showing the absolute lack of restraint behind them.

You stared at him, completely in awe at the bluntness of his words. Peter gad always been pretty honest about the things he wanted to do to you, never ashamed to tell you how hard you made him on a regular. But here, he looked too fucking tired to even speak it, wanting to act rather than explain himself. This Peter would clearly do all the dirty things you wanted him to do more, the things he’d rarely try, too scared of hurting you.

He looked at you, unmoving but still holding you with a firm grip. He wasn’t going to move until you gave him an answer, or at least he thought he wouldn’t until you arched your back and tried to bite back a moan. Oh yeah, he was way past thinking clearly or asking for permission now. Now when your pussy was calling out for him.

In a few swift movements, you ended up fully sat on his handsome face, quickly losing the fear of crushing him when his wet tongue slithered between your folds. You threw your head back and arched your back once more, this time fully screaming your pleasure in the comfort of his room. Your hand grabbed pieces of his hand, pulling on it at each flick of his tongue. You could only shake over him, feeling jolts of electricity run through you when his breath hit your clit.

“Oooh ! P-Peter, fuck ! A-Aaahh… F-Fuck me !” You wailed, wiggling on him and quickly regretting it when it only made his tongue move deeper inside you.

You’d never expect for his breathing to do this kinds of things to you but here you were, moaning his name louder and louder, chanting it like a prayer even. His firm grip on your thighs made it all too much for you feeling the pad of his fingers burn through your skin. You would feel his hands for days, that was for sure. Even more when you knew he wasn’t anywhere near ready to let you go.

~

As the minutes passed, they quickly turned into hours. Hours sitting on your boyfriends face, fucking yourself on his tongue.

He’d kept his abuse constant, needing a little more each time you came. He was hungry for more, turning into a very distant version of himself, one that couldn’t control himself and his urges. His five senses were all pointing towards you, focused entirely on you and the pleasure he was giving and receiving from you. Feeling your full thighs around his face, tightening a little more each time he let his tongue wander towards your clit, he couldn’t keep himself from getting greedy. He tried to think but his mind was blank, only knowing your name and the different ways he could use to please you.

“F-Fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! Oh, fucking God, Peter !” You moaned, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

His face was red and had been red for a while now but it was also glistening under the lights of the room. He was messy and needy, letting your juices coat as much space as possible on his face. You scent was overwhelming, burying all there was around under you and your aroma. He was going to remember how you smelled for days, maybe weeks and if he was lucky, it would last for even a few months. He’d have in engraved in his brain if he could, he was already contemplating not showering to keep your sweet scent on him for as long as possible.

You were now completely bare, your naked body rubbing riding his mouth at the best of the capacities you had left. You were exhausted and your thighs had given up on supporting you a while ago. Trembling and tender, each time you tried to pull away to let him breath a little at least, he’d responded with a deep grunt and bit your inner thighs as a warning that you listen to diligently. You weren’t going to risk cumming from it once more, the first time violent enough for your clit to throb at the memories only.

One if your thighs had been free from his iron grip on it but your skin was left shaped like his hand for a few seconds before returning back to it’s normal state. When he looked up at you and saw your swaying breasts, he needed to see more. He ripped your blouse open and took it off your body before tossing it somewhere. He was about to do the same to your bra but you stopped him to take it off yourself, remembering how he’d ripped your panties and skirt off of you. Poor clothes, you liked them. They would be missed.

When your exposed tits came in view, he freed one of your legs to wrap his slander fingers around your soft and warm flesh. He palmed it vigorously, eyes still trained on you and watching each of your reactions attentively. You were crying his name in pleasure, grabbing his wrist when his thumb started twirling around the pointing bud. He couldn’t help but need more. He’d never been this greedy before and each record he would hit would be topped a few minutes later.

He sucked and swallowed your slick, feeling it run down his throat and allowing him to fill his stomach with you and you only. You were the only meal he needed, the only one he wanted. He was reminded of that fact a little more each time you came hard on his face, the beautiful memory of you squirting just as destructive for him.

“P-Pete ! Baby, p-please… Please just… J-Just aaah ! Ah, fuck, oh fuck ! Oh, God, please ! Please ! P-Peter, peter ! Oh fuck, Peter !”

He smiled under you, his name never sounded better, never sounded sweeter. He was groaning and grunting into your wet mound, letting your folds quiver on his mouth, his tongue still gathering your juices with enthusiasm. He was only made to pleasure you at the moment, completely disregarding his aching cock. He couldn’t even feel it at this point. He was still throbbing violently and he was redder than before. The veins around him were pulsating more than even, strings of cum leaking out if his tip.

He wasn’t touching himself and you couldn’t touch him either but he was still cumming as much as his body could, white creamy ropes coating his chest and your lower back to drip over your ass. He could see it in the mirror in front of the bed. He had stopped counting the amount of times you came or the amount of time he did. He simply let it happen, moaning desperately in your cunt each time. His body had started to act on its own, sensitive and searching for more raw pleasure to feast on.

Tears of overstimulation were pooling out of your eyes, silently crying as he moved your hips on his own to ride his face, your eyes crossed and rolled to the back of your head. You were being tortured, his soft lips, wrapping around your clit and sucking onto it again as he felt you violently shake, sign of another orgasm coming fast.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, o-oh fuck ! Oh, no, please, please, please, please ! P-Please I can’t take it !” You begged loudly, you wouldn’t be able to take another orgasm. You knew you wouldn’t, your poor body wouldn’t be able to take it.

You were crying out for it to not happen but your body was moving in the other direction, hips jerking and thrusting yourself on his tongue. You couldn’t take more but he wasn’t asking for permission anymore, he needed it, craved it desperately. Your cum all over his face, he would get it. And he did. You bounced on his tongue, letting it twirl inside your walls and suddenly be covered by a waterfall of your wetness.

“A-Ah ! Fu- Oh god, fuck ! A-Ahn Peter ! Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter !” You sung, loud enough for anyone who paid attention to hear.

He did, he paid attention and his cock couldn’t take more of this, you broken voice crying out his name in both pleasure and sensual agony. You came hard and fast, and so did he, hot cum shooting out oh his sensitive head and falling on your back. The vision of your back covered in him did something to his brain, he had a new interest, finally.

Your body fell limp in his arms, head bobbing around as if you were unconscious and you couldn’t support yourself anymore, you were fully broken now. Poor bunny, he wasn’t done with you. He needed more, but the little voice in him that could still think things through promised to take good care of you for the next days. That was if he was finally calmed down and if you allowed him to touch you.

You leaned back, supporting yourself on his chest and slowly cried at how wrecked you were. You’d made fun of him internally earlier and now you were probably worse than him. You whimpered softly when his groans his your sensitive center. When his hands grabbed your waist, you were scared that he wasn’t done eating you out, you couldn’t take more honestly. You weren’t even sure that you wanted him to fuck you now. Maybe, you didn’t know. Your brain was too scrambled to think about it.

Suddenly laid on your back, your boyfriend wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed your forehead, cheeks and nose. His lips lingered on you and brought a wave of warmth all through your body. You felt comfort again, peace and quiet.

Kissing the side of your face, his current mission was simply to call you down a little before stuffing himself deep inside you. He was still too out of it to function properly, his body still running purely on instinct. He simply did what his oversensitive senses told him. They told him you needed to be calmed a little, and that’s exactly what he would do.

He was fast to feel a wave of need take over in his mind. Brought at a crossroads, he had the choice between ruining your sweet cunt again and probably be banned from touching you in the future, or lock himself in the bathroom and try and call his aching member while you slept. Rational Peter would’ve chosen A while also considering B, because he was a considerate boyfriend. Now, Irrational Peter was an animal clearly, incapable of pushing his urges away and thinking things through. He was choosing A without a second thought. He’d make it up to you however you desired.

His lips wandered lower, finding your breasts and taking one of your nipples between his teeth while your other breast was vigorously squeezed by his other hand. Drunk on the feeling of your warm flesh in his mouth, he sucked long and hard, his tongue rolling around the sensitive bud before letting go in a wet sound and turning towards the other. This time, he only used his mouth, ha ds wandering lower to palm the flesh of your ass and thighs. He was close to cumming again, just from the things he was doing to you and he wanted to make sure that make you cum with him.

Standing straight, he grabbed the back of your thighs and rubbed his erected girth on your swollen clit. Your cries of pleasure erupted again, only fulling his thirst for whatever you had to give. Yeah, we already established that he was greedy.

“P-Peter please… N-No… No more edging… Please baby, I-I… I promise I’ll be good... Please... No more ! Please, d-don’t tease me no more !” You sobbed softly, clawing at his lower stomach, to pull him forward but also push him backwards.

Looking down at his own cock, he watched it drip droplets of cum on your folds, he was hypnotized by the vision. He backed up slowly, still holding your thighs apart and positioned himself at your entrance. You whined and squirmed beneath him, trying to get him inside as soon as possible. He chuckled lightly at your eagerness before thrusting deep inside you in one rough move.

He let out a groan, mouth falling open and eyes crossing as they rolled to the back of his head. He was feeling everything all at once, close to cumming only from this. He tried to get his thoughts together but he couldn’t, it was so hard, you felt so good. So, so, so good. He was keeping tears of pleasure to himself, cock so sensitive, he felt like it would explode. He lowered his face and his eyes juggled between your face and your pussy, swallowing him whole and ripping away all he had. Yeah, take it all, take everything from him.

Backing up, he repeated the motion, stretching your insides and engraving the feeling of his pulsating veins on your warm velvety walls. His pace only got quicker from there, the sounds of your cries of pleasure only matched by the sound of his skin slapping against the back of your thighs. The sensation was burning your sensitive body, still tender from the grip he’d kept on your flesh only minutes ago.

Your vision was unfocused, eyes going everywhere frantically, searching for something to focus on, to keep you steady. You couldn’t look at him, not now, not when you were so weak to his every move. Everything he did to you was piling up, all the emotions and sensations crumbling on you all at once. You could barely process one that the next was erupting inside you. You knew that if you looked at him, his expression would only make it worst.

You always loved how he looked when he was fucking you but it was ten times more arousing for you when he was overwhelmed, which was practically all the time. He’d always groan your name louder and louder, big brown eyes drowning you both in a pool of lust. You couldn’t even deal with the memory of his face.

“F-Fuck… You feel this bunny ? My fat cock… It’s spreading you so wide… Bet you can feel it all the way in your tummy…” He groaned, leaning forward and pecking your puckered lips.

You were always needy for his kisses and he was always glad to give you as many as you wanted. He was yours to play with, and you always did so much for him, he would never refuse you anything, out of gratitude, boundless loyalty and love. He chuckled at the thoughts he was having. He could still find it in him to be a sap, even when his brain could barely process daily words or actions at the moment. Love would do that to you.

His body got closer to you, lowering himself on you and plowing deeper and harder in your tight heat, living for the various ways you’d scream his name.

“P-Peter ! Oh, oh my… Oh fuck, more ! Peter, more please more baby ! More ! Peter please !” You sobbed into his ear when he nestled his head in the crook of your neck to bite your collarbones hard enough to leave a mark.

He was close, dangerously close. He was actually surprised he managed to hold out for that long, and just as surprised that you did the same. Working himself inside you, he started sucking on your skin and biting it all over, one of his hands letting go of your thigh and placing itself on your stomach to press your belly. He could feel the tip lf his cock violently poking through.

Pushing your legs on your chest, the change of angle gave him access to the perfect spot inside you, the one that would have the neighbors complaining despite the diy soundproof padding of his apartment. He would probably need to invest on a new bedframe too, the one he owned currently, threatening to split in too as his rough hip thrust made the bed shake and slam on the wall. Lucky him, he was holding you, if he’d been holding the head if the bed, he would’ve ripped it apart himself.

“Oh god, oh, god, oh Peter, God ! Please, I’m s-so, so fucking close oh please !” You begged, tears spilling all over your flushed cheeks.

“F-Fuck… Bunny, please, give it to me… Come on bunny, one more… Just one more…”

Your high came surprisingly fast, surprising the both of you and raining over you in a sweet shower of pleasure. You arched your back, biting one of the most obscene noises you’ve ever made. You gripped on the bedsheets, ripping them apart too in the process. You’d barely processed your own orgasm that the man above you followed quickly after, filling you up with him cum, warm and thick, coating your walls and invading your entire being.

You whimpered, breathing with difficulty and trying to gather yourself. You couldn’t, not when he was still holding you and still going. You looked at him as if he’d grown a new set of arms and three heads. He attempted leaned down, kissing the side lf your jaw and chuckling in your ear when you whined in displeasure.

“Sorry baby… I’ll take good care of you, I promise…”

“I… I hate you…” You sobbed silently. Yeah, you should probably cancel your plans for the rest of the weekend.

~

Many hours later, you didn’t understand how you were still standing, or in this case, kneeling. Holding yourself on all fours, your body was rocking back and forth, at the rhythm of his thrust inside you. You could do it anymore, you couldn’t take more, nothing in this world could take this much, human or not. This man was insane, this was evident now.

You would need to make a run to the pharmacy for the morning after pill. Your birth control could definitely not take the amount of cum he’d fucked in you, and you loved him but neither of you were ready for a baby, even if you enjoyed the thought of having one and the process too.

The sheets were ruined, cum and drool all over them, adding to the many holes you both tore in the fabric. No washing could save them either, he’d get new ones and hopefully they would get treated better.

Peter was probably just as wrecked as you but clearly not exhausted in the slightest and definitely not bothered by the state if his body. His skin was covered in various marks that could’ve been given by some kind of enemy he fought in his red and blue costume. You’d given him these marks, biting on the skin of his collarbones, his jaw, his ear, his shoulders and honestly anywhere you could reach. He’d let you mark him however you pleased, a small price to pay for what he did to you. Even the bloody lacerations on his back were definitely worth it to him.

He felt a little guilty but never enough to stop, not when you sounded so good moaning his name. Nothing could get him down that high he’d been stuck in the entire day. He tried to calm himself down at times but nothing would be enough, nothing would quench his thirst for you and your body.

Gripping on your hip and slamming his cock deep in you, your ass bouncing on his lower stomach, he could feel himself cumming once more. He watched you reach forward, as if trying to run away, you’d done it a few times already and he pulled you back by the ankles each time. Your face fell, burying itself in what was left of the sheets and bite into them hard, saliva soaking them a little more when your mouth fell open and a scream hit the mattress.

“Good… Good girl, just one left… Only one left and I'm letting you rest baby…” He groaned, leaning over your back and kissing your nape tenderly.

“Aaaahhh… N-No… C-Can’t… N-Not anymore…” You muttered, voice broken and incapable of thinking about coherent words to moan.

His balls slapped against your folds, the sound of your wetness and his cum vibrating in his sensitive eardrums. He could still hear and feel it all, his senses pushed to the maximum of their capacities and suddenly going completely silent. He reached forward too, fingers grazing the soft skin of your arm to intertwine with yours and hold your hand tightly. His free hand wrapped around your middle, pulling you towards him. You soon both came, just as hard as you’d previously did, both your juices spilling out of your sensitive hole.

Your moans and his grunts quickly turned into loud sounds of breathing, your heavy breathing resonating in the room. He leaned his head on the back of yours, feeling a sense of calm and peace he’d craved for a long while. He was finally feeling better, all calm and not as overwhelmed as he had been previously.

A suddenly ray of light caught both your attention, your heads snapping towards the window. Your eyes widened as you saw the sun rise and peak through the window. You had fucked the whole night. The entire night, you had been turned over and over, your body stripped bare and abused non stop. The whole night. You sobbed in desperation and disappointment too. You didn’t really know why you were disappointed but you were, probably at the lack of self control. You boyfriend, on the other hand, was keeping in a laugh he knew would get him in trouble.

“I’m sorry… So sorry bunny… I’m so, so, so sorry… I promise, I’m sorry…” He muttered, kissing your neck tenderly.

You knew he only meant it partially, never truly sorry for the things he did to you. He loved how wrecked he made you and loved how dumb you got for him, he would get just as stupid for you. In thus situation, he’d been stupid horny from the beginning.

You both fell to the side, facing the window and the rising new day. You were starting to feel the exhaustion fall over you all at once and so was he. He yawned and you did the same, nuzzling your face in the pillows. His hand rested on your stomach, caressing it slowly and trying to massage your aching parts. He pecked your cheek tenderly, smiling to himself at how great of a girlfriend you were. Finally, he was calm again, after practically breaking your body, he was okay.

You would probably put him on a sex ban for the foreseeable future and it would be deserved. Now he understood why you were the one calming him down when overwhelmed by the world : you were the one with the common sense. When the spider parts became too much to handle, you’d handle it for him.

“Pete ?” You called out after a few minutes of silence.

“Hum ?”

“You feelin’ better ?” You asked softly, still looking out for him by being as quiet as possible.

He exhaled in your neck, feeling his heart thump in his chest. He was so in love for you, he could barely think. You were genuinely the best, still carrying about his wellbeing when you were hanging on the last ropes on consciousness. He raised himself slightly to bed himself forward and kiss your lips.

“I’m fine bunny… I might just need to do a few researches in my dad’s stuff, we wouldn’t want this whole thing to happen again, would we ?” He chuckled lightly, voice deep and resonating.

“No thank you. I’ll take the running away option next time.” You responded, side eyeing him. You loved him but absolutely not, never again (or probably at least once, it wasn’t that bad).

For the rest of the day, you caught up on sleep, still attached together and when he woke up, he found his father’s researches, discovering the cases of heats that spiders would go through, specifically the kind that bit him. Turns out, when location a pray to mate with, they get overwhelmed by a the sensations felt by the other, feeding of this connection to know exactly what to do. His already sensitive senses turned towards you only and seeking to please you.

Good to know, at least he knew that next time, he should read the entirety of his father’s researches instead lf skimming through them. Luckily, Peter was a fast learner. And he had the heightened senses to help.

Madness

Hi, I love your work so much! Sorry this might be kind of long: I was hoping you could do an amazing Spider-Man imagine where instead of Peter getting sucked into the mcu, the reader somehow gets sucked into TASM universe. Reader is an avenger with some sort of powers so could you somehow include when she first enters the universe she meets face to face with Spider-Man in a dark alleyway or something and obviously gets really freaked out and tries to attack him because she thinks he’s a threat. Idk just some sort of a small angsty fight and love at first sight sort of thing pls haha thank you <3

You and Me

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Avenger!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

NOTES: both Peter and reader are 21 so she can drink. also there is one f bomb. but bro if it were me, I’d drop everything and live with Peter in his universe, life would be great <3

“BOOM! And that’s how ya do it,” Sam hollers, throwing his cards down on the table. Steve throws his cards down, Bucky and Natasha immediately shake their heads and cause a fit, and you, well... you weren’t about to let him win. 

“You sure about that, bird man?” you grin, placing your cards over his. 

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me,” Bucky practically cackles, while Sam stares blankly with his jaw dropped open. Natasha grins wide, patting you on the back. 

“Atta girl, finally beat the bastard,” she says. Steve still smiles as you get up and walk over to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. 

“About time, huh Sam? Couldn’t let you keep stealing all the thunder, right?” you laugh as you drink out of the bottle before letting it tip to pour into the small glass you pulled out of the cupboard. No one responds, and your eyebrows crinkle up in confusion. “What, are you getting pissy with me?” 

“Y/N...” Natasha’s voice calls out with fear, making you abandon the kitchen, running back to the room to make sure she’s alright. You don’t know what you’re looking at when she makes eye contact with you. Sam and Steve are gone, and Bucky... he’s standing looking down at his hands, looking like he’s... glitching? You don’t know how to even describe it, and he lifts his head to see you one last time before he just disappears. 

“Nat, what’s happening,” your voice shakes, and you look back at her before she stumbles towards you, grabbing your forearms and forcing you to look in her eyes. 

“Stay strong, alright?” and just like that, she’s gone too. You don’t even realize tears are streaming down your face until you feel the wetness on your hands, the hands that were just holding one of your best friends. 

“No, no, no, no!” you scream and panic, not knowing the first thing to do. Before you even have another moment to think, it feels like your brain goes fuzzy and you can’t concentrate, everything seems so out of place and the earth feels like it’s spinning. Your hands clutch your head and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping the end doesn’t hurt as much you thought it did. When you open your eyes, you’re not in the compound.

Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground, your hands splaying out in front of you so your face doesn’t make impact with the ground. Your breathing is erratic and you can’t think, can’t speak without wanting to scream. So much fear is running through your bones that you don’t even realize where you are until you sort of start to get your bearings.

1, 2, 3... inhale...exhale

You take three deep breaths, counting in your head, allowing yourself to get a grip. Have to start thinking. Have to start doing something. You hear a garbage can clang against the ground, and you let yourself calm when you realize that was just you. Sometimes when you were under stress or panic, your powers would go out of control and things would go haywire. You try to focus your mind, not to let your powers get a hold of you. Telekinesis wasn’t always a gift. Standing up, you take a look around, finding that you’re in some dark alley way in what looks to be New York. You had to have gotten drunk or something, there has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Or this is just some nightmare you haven’t woken up from yet, so you pinch yourself to make sure.

No, you’re definitely awake.

Attempting to walk, you take a couple steps, going slow to make sure you don’t fall again. By now, you have more focus, but so many questions are bouncing around your head. It’s night out, bright lights at the end of the alley from the busy streets of New York, and loud sounds coming from honking cars and so many people. Every few minutes, people will pass by and you shrink further into the shadows, hoping to conceal yourself from anyone’s view. You hear a faint noise from above you, looking up the fire escape on the side of the building. At first you don’t see anything, but suddenly, a red and blue figure jumps down landing in front of you, shooting an arm forward which makes you think this person has a gun, so you throw him to the side, launching him into the brick wall beside you. You hear a groan, and before you can react, a web attaches itself to your hand and throws you back into the wall, making your hand trapped. The person in the strange suit is already up on their feet, making slow steps towards you.

“Slow down, I’m not gonna-” they start, but you slip the hidden knife from under your shirt, always having one on you, cutting the web away quickly before you’re already throwing the knife at them. “What the h-”

Despite their obvious shock that you just used your mind to get the knife back, they side step it quickly, catching the handle and throwing it over their shoulder, which makes you tilt your head in confusion. No one has ever been able to catch your knives before, the only way would be to expect it coming, and no one ever does. “Look, miss... I’m only trying to-” they start again, but you use your powers to pull the knife back towards you, it flying back into your hand so you can advance on the masked person in front of you. You don’t think, you just fight. Listening to the voice, it sounds like a man, and from the looks of him, you just assume for the time being. He still tries to talk to you as you slash the air in front of you, making him back up and avoid every single slash you’ve attempted to make. He knocks the knife out of your hand, grabbing your wrist with a tight grip. Surprisingly, he’s a lot stronger than you originally thought, and despite probably knowing that you won’t escape his grip, you fight against him. 

“Let me go, let me go!” you yell, hitting him hard in the chest, but he doesn’t budge. He webs your wrists together, tugging you against him so you’re unable to move. Everything inside you is screaming to fight back, punch, kick, do whatever you can to escape his grasp, but you only squirm and stare him in the face with panic. Letting go of you with one hand, he quickly brings his hand up to tug off the mask, pulling it off his head and grabbing you again. 

“Look at me, look at me... I’m not gonna hurt you, I won’t hurt you. Just calm down, calm down...” he says comfortingly, with a soft look on his face. His hands stroke your arms up and down and your hands stay webbed in front of you. He’s young, most likely around your age, with curly brown hair and warm honey eyes that make you want to melt to the floor. He’s pretty, but in a boyish way that makes you want to never stop staring at him. “Take a deep breath for me okay? Can you do that?”

You nod your head, slightly shaking from the adrenaline, but he holds you as you take a few deep breaths. 

“Good, you’re doing great! Can you tell me who you are, or how you just used your mind to take that knife back?” he tries a grin, but your eyes widen and you remember that you don’t know where you are and that all your friends just disappeared in front of your eyes. This man is most likely not the reason your friends are gone, but even despite the kind words and the fact that he’s not trying to kill you, you step back and attempt to break free from your bonds.

Peter panics, webbing you again, pulling you against his chest. Not even ten minutes ago he’s swinging around New York, and then all of a sudden, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he can almost feel a presence near him, a potential threat but... not exactly. He had swung as fast as he could, not even knowing where he was going, but as soon as he saw you, he knew something wasn’t right. You were absolutely beautiful, probably the most breathtaking woman he’s ever seen, but something inside him is telling him that you need to be detained. But looking at you, all he could see was a frightened girl who didn’t know where she was, and his first instinct was to help you. 

Your breathing picks up again, and tears start to fill your eyes. You squeeze them shut, bringing up your fists to cover your face. You almost never cry, but in this moment, you feel like your lungs are constricting and everything is hopeless. 

They’re gone.

I won’t find them. 

They’re already dead.

You’re lost. 

They. are. gone.

“Hey, hey! Listen to me, you’re alright, nothing’s going to hurt you. You’re safe, I got you. Just breathe...” his hands grab your face and pull you up, your bound hands falling and your eyes dropping with them. He follows your gaze, quickly breaking them, making your hands grip his fiercely. “What’s your name, tell me your name love, focus on that,” he says, all seriousness written in his features. 

“Y-Y/N..” you manage, your tearful eyes meeting his and he smiles. 

“Good, you’re doing so good Y/N, do you know where you are?” 

You blink, more tears falling down your face, “I don’t know, I don’t know-” Before you can panic even more he diverts your attention back to his face, reeling you back in. 

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay! You’re in Queens, do you know where that is?”

“N-New York,” you sputter, tightening your grip.

“Yeah! Yeah, you’re right. Do you live around here? Can I get you home or call someone?” You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing what to say. Something inside you is telling you that you are nowhere near home, even though he just said you’re in New York. As you think even more, everyone in New York, practically everyone in the world knows who you are, you’re an avenger. How does he not recognize you? And wouldn’t you know if there was another vigilante running around? 

He nods his head, “Okay, well, I’ll take you to the police station so-”

“No! No, don’t take me there, I need-” you shake your head violently, “I-I just need to know how I got here. I was at the compound with Steve Rogers and-” 

“Is Steve your friend, can we call him?” he interrupts, trying to find the quickest possible solution to help you. You stare at him with a blank face.

“You don’t know who Captain America is?” Now it’s his turn to look confused. 

“Who?” You gasp, pulling away from him, bringing your hands to your head.

“No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. I thought maybe there was a possibility, but I never thought I could be right. There’s no way, no way-” 

He grabs your face again to look at you, “What are you talking about, what could you be right about? Where are you from, Y/N?”

“Queens...” you mumble, “Queens, New York. But not this, Queens.” For a moment, you think you’re gonna have to explain yourself but, for some reason, it looks like he knows exactly what you’re talking about. 

“The multiverse...” he whispers quietly. You nod your head, confirming what you both are thinking, and he opens his mouth but closes it again. 

“I don’t know how I got here, but I need help...” you say frantically, “my friends... they may have somehow gone to other universes too, and I don’t know how to get back!” You’re both quiet for a moment, and your ragged breathing starts to slow after a bit. You didn’t even realize he was still holding you, gently rubbing your arms. He stopped, giving you a nod.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he says, with a tight lipped smile. 

You look at him weird, “Is that like your alter-ego name or...” 

He blushes a little bit, “Right! No, yeah that’s my alter-ego name, my real name’s Peter Parker.” 

“Thank you, Peter Parker,” you say quietly, suddenly shy because you didn’t even know him yet and you already made a fool of yourself.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m glad I could help, even a little bit,” he nods his head. Noticing he’s still holding you, he lets go, rubbing his hands down his side and scratching the back of his head. 

“So um, you wanna come back to my place? You can stay with me until we figure out how to get you back?” He asks, avoiding your eye until he quickly adds, “Only if you want to of course!” 

You laugh a little, nodding your head, “Sure, thank you.”

“No problem at all,” he says. He puts his mask back on and puts your arms around his neck, then tightly holds you around the waist. “Hold on tight!”

... 

3 months later

“Ow!” Peter groans, throwing his head back on the chair. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you mutter through your teeth, trying to stitch his side as quickly as you can. Ever since you starting staying with him, you would always patch him up when he’d come home after a long night. He told you you didn’t have to pay him back for staying with him, but you offered to do things to help out anyway. One of those things being patching him up when he’s hurt. And right now, even though he’s the one in pain, he’s trying to comfort you, because he knows you don’t like seeing him like this. 

“It’s fine, just stung,” he looks down at his wound before looking back up at you. You were concentrated, your tongue poking out like it always does when you’re focused. He can’t help but hiss again, grabbing your arm as he groans in pain. You cry out again and again that you’re sorry, but he only rubs your arm in comfort, letting you know you have nothing to be sorry for.

“I’m done, I’m done now,” you breath out, placing a bandage over it so it doesn’t tear. You smooth it gently onto his skin, as carefully as you can. He breaths out a sigh of relief, picking his head up to look at it. 

“Good job, better than I would have done,” he says jokingly. You roll your eyes, knowing that it was a total lie. 

“Don’t boost my ego too much, Parker,” you smirk, handing him a bottle of water and some medicine to make him feel better. He waves it off, and you give him a look. 

“I’ll be fine in a couple of hours, don’t worry.”

“You say that, but last time when I woke up you were still groaning in pain! Take the damn medicine,” you say sternly. He chuckles, giving you a smile.

“Yes, ma’am.” You blush a little bit, getting up to wash your hands in the bathroom. When you come back, he’s pushing himself off the stair, standing up with a hand on his abdomen. 

“Hey, where do you think you’re going mister?” you run over to him, catching him right before he fell back down. He puts his other arm around your neck, keeping you there as you attempt to get him back down. 

“Ya know, I never had this,” he says, looking into your eyes. You hold him, but don’t try to move this time. 

“What do you mean?” you ask quietly. 

“Before I met you... nobody patched me up when I came home. I don’t let my Aunt May see any part of what I do, and... I don’t have very many friends,” he laughs.

“Why not?” you ask.

He frowns a little, “I can’t put anybody in danger, them knowing me... it could ruin their life.” 

“I know the feeling,” you force out a laugh, your gaze towards the floor. You’re both quiet a moment, his finger eventually coming up to lift your chin to look up at him. You stare at him, watching his eyes jump between your lips and your eyes. “Peter-” 

Suddenly, his face rushes towards you and his lips touch yours gently, almost shyly at first, before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands hold your face close to his. His hands slide down to your neck, slowly, and then down to your waist, where he grips you and holds you closer to him tighter. You take his face in your hands and move back, taking a deep breath and resting your forehead on his. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since the minute I laid eyes on you,” he mutters, one hand coming up to rub your cheek gently. You lean into his hand, kissing his palm gently. 

“Why now?” 

He doesn’t know what to say first. Honestly he doesn’t really know the answer to that. But he knows the first time he saw you, it almost felt like seeing a sunset for the first time. Or eating your favorite food after a really long day. Or coming out of water for a breath of fresh air. It felt like falling in love. 

“I couldn’t hold it in any longer,” he shakes his head, “Meeting you that day felt like I just met the most important person in my life. It felt like I could finally breath after all the air got sucked out of my lungs, it felt like I fell in love.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and dropping your head onto his shoulder, “Peter-” 

“You don’t have to say anything-”

“I love you.” 

Peter’s eyes widen, and then he smiles so big it almost makes you stop crying. Almost. When he realizes you’re crying because you’re upset, his eyes turn sad and his hands grip your face.

“Baby, why are you crying? I love you-”

“I’m so scared,” you sputter out, hating to see the worry in his face that you’re taking your confession back, “I really miss my friends, but I fell in love with you and I wouldn’t be able to go back.”

“Hey, look at me,” he says, “I would go anywhere you go. Fuck the universe, alright? It’s you and me now, you got that?” You shake your head fiercely, making him smile at you and rest his lips on your forehead. 

“You and me?”

“You and me.”

Boyfriend!Bucky AHHHHHHH

baby- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: it’s really all fluff, just intense mutual pining and flirting

about: request! Bucky and reader have tension with their crush on each other but are too stubborn to make a move. One day reader calls him by his Initials (B.B) in conversation but Bucky mishears it as “baby” and had to do a double take ?

you don’t seem to realize the blue eyes on you as you strap knives to your thighs, checking your weapons before you move to hide them along your body. cerulean irises follow your every movement, dragging on the shape of your thighs as you snap a gun into place on your hip. sam can notice you’ve caught him by the way you seem to take longer to adjust the holster along your thigh, running your fingers along your suit-covered skin longer than he’s ever seen you take.

bucky seems entranced, eyeing your hands as they move with sharp blades as you observe them in the light, a gentle index trailing over the sharp side, your lip quirking when you’re satisfied. he follows your hand as it goes to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, then as it loads a gun.

sam thinks how great you are with weapons is hot, too, but he doesn’t spend the entire quinjet ride staring at you.

he elbows bucky, raising an eyebrow at him when he finally tears his attention off of you—a few seconds late, might sam add. “you’re staring,” sam lets him know.

bucky shrugs, “she’s my friend.”

“she’s mine, too. ‘don’t catch me starin’ at her, do you?”

bucky turns back to you, “not since last time.”

sensing sam on the verge of responding like a smart ass, bucky stands, stepping over to you, swiping one of your favorite knives from the table next to you. your eyes only flicker up to him to make sure it is him before you look back down at the gun you’re cleaning, a smile making its way to your face.

“why don’t you do this before missions? like a responsible adult?” bucky asks, beginning to twirl the knife in his hands, you can’t help how your eyes catch on the movements of his fingers, breath catching for a moment before you force yourself to pay attention to what you’re doing.

“like you?” you ask, shaking your head when he shrugs.

“hardly’d call you a ‘responsible adult,’” you grin, remembering a few weeks prior, when bucky had set out all of the things he was planning on using today to clean since he “hadn’t in a while.” you can also recall him sticking his metal fingers in the toaster and nearly electrocuting himself, having to make his way to shuri shortly after.

bucky grunts, stopping his playing with your knife, “now why wound me like that, doll?”

you laugh, putting the gun you were cleaning and reaching for your dagger, grabbing the blade half and poking bucky in the chest with the handle, “i can’t wound you any worse than you can wound yourself, mister i-get-myself-stabbed-every-three-days.”

“worth it to see you play nurse. you get cute all worried.” your face heats, shaking your head.

“yeah? maybe i should get stabbed then, see how cute you are.”

“no, no, no, no getting stabbed. i’ll spend every second right next to you if i hav’ta to make sure.”

“good,” you nod, “i’m planning on doing that anyways seeing your history.”

“and i’m irresistible and you’re unable to say away,” bucky adds with a wink.

“that, too.”

-

natasha raises a groomed eyebrow at the sight of you and bucky behind the island in the kitchen, cocking her head as she observes you offer a spoon of nutella to the super soldier. from her place on the couch, she purses her lips when you dip your finger in the chocolate, about to lick it off yourself when bucky suddenly does it for you. you laugh, lightly pushing him away and teasingly reprimanding him with the spoon in your hand. bucky shrugs, his eyes dragging over the way you take the spoon for yourself, continuing to do what you were.

shaking her head, natasha turns back, deciding she has to do something about you two if the both of you continue like this as you have for the past few months. as sweet as it was to see the two people who most deserved love get it, it was getting painful to watch you be so into each other without doing anything about it because you “weren’t sure if he feels the same way.” she’d rolled her eyes at you then, and she would now.

“bucky!” you laugh, natasha not even bothering to turn around. you blink up at bucky, accusing eyes settling on the playful glint in the sea blue of his irises. he smiles in the way that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, lets you take a peek into the teasing personality he’d gotten stripped away from him all those unfair years ago.

“oops, doll. accident,” bucky shrugs, raising a hand up to your chin again, a tender thumb reaching to swipe the chocolate he’d rubbed on you off of your nose. his palm is warm against your skin, leaving a trail of gentle heat that rushes into your cheeks.

“yeah, sure.” you scoff out, blinking away the daze you had been caught in, his lips frozen in your mind. gently shaking your head, you go back to what you were doing, “about as much of an accident as this will be.”

“what wi—”

he gets cut off by a clementine you throw at his chest, forehead crinkling, the glimmer back in his eyes as he looks down at his chest where the fruit impacted, then back up at you. nodding, he begins taking slow steps at you, immediate defensiveness falling from your lips when you realize what he’s doing.

“you started this,” you point out, beginning to back away and then quickly stumbling your way out of the kitchen when he speeds out, hands stretching out to grab at you, only able to graze your waist, his fingers curled around air. he quickens, too, chasing you out of the kitchen and leaving your snack there, laughter echoing through the compound’s halls as he catches you, spinning you around by your hips to hug you close to him and smudge more nutella on your nose.

natasha shakes her head from the couch, “idiots.”

-

the gigantic television in front of you is playing how to lose a guy in ten days, your attention only half on it but your heart fully in it as you play with bucky’s hair. his head is on your lap, watching the movie with furrowed brows, asking you questions as it goes. if he’s completely honest, he’s paid attention to maybe a third of the movie in total, and he couldn’t tell you the answers you’d told him in response to the questions he’d made up with whatever he had access to in the scene, he was only able to concentrate on the feeling of your fingers in his hair and just wanted to hear your voice.

the popcorn bag next to his head crinkles when you stick your hand inside, shoulders dropping when you realize it’s empty, “can you make some more popcorn?”

“uh huh,” bucky hums, barely registering the question until you remove your touch and he realizes he has to get up. internally groaning becausw he didn’t realize it, he stands, stretching.

“d’you want me to pause it?”

“no need, doll, you can explain if anything important happens. sounds better in your voice anyways.”

you roll your eyes, reaching for your glass of water, the cold crystal up to your lips when you realize you’re nearly finished with it. you lean back, “bb, can you also get me some more water, please?”

you’re too concentrated on the lines in the movie to catch the moment of silence from bucky’s end, his brows furrowed as he processes your words, baby? as in boyfriend baby?

“uh, sure, angel,” he replies awkwardly, cringing at himself for being so slow at his response.

you choke on the last of the water when you hear the term of endearment, a hand coming up to your chest, “what?” you croak, turning to him. you’d only ever heard him call you doll, something that drove you insane already, but you figured was something casual for him, but angel? hell, your boyfriends hadn’t said anything sweeter than babe.

“i said—sure, i’ll get you some water,” bucky replies, hesitant in repeating the nickname even if you started it.

“you called me angel,” you explain slowly, “that’s very… boyfriend-y?-”

“you called me babe!” bucky defends, “that’s in girlfriend one-oh-one.”

“i didn’t—”

“i don’t mind it, i think i actually like it better than bucky.”

your arguments die on your tongue, your face heating immediately, only able to let out a strangled sound, “gh.”

“what?”

“bb,” you repeat when you get your bearings, “bucky barnes, bee, bee? your initials?”

“oh,” bucky realizes quietly, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment, “oh.”

“but,” you start nervously, “if you say you don’t mind…”

THIS IS MY FAV FUCKING SCENE LMAO HAHAHAHAHA

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) 1.03 Power Broker — dir. Kari Skogland

Iconic

Hey, Cass. I have a quick question for you. How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?

EUPHORIA 2x05 — Stand Still Like the Hummingbird

I love my short king

short king - b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson warnings: tiktok trend about: request! doing this tik tok trend on bucky barnes? But it's to him in person. ( gaslighting bf into thinking he's short. )

the weight of bucky’s head is sweet against your thighs, soft tufts of dark hair between the spaces of your fingers as you run them through. the cerulean of his irises is hidden behind fluttering eyelashes, his cheekbones pressed against your lap. he hums once in a while to voice how comfortable he is, lightly tightening the arm looped around your waist to pull himself closer.

the sound of the television is not enough to drown out the music from sam’s phone, constantly changing from the tiktoks he’s watching. bucky can barely hear any of it through the sound of your heart and the wonderful feeling of your love that makes his skin tingle.

sam’s chortle nearly snaps him out of the daze that made him begin to drift off to sleep, a quiet grunt slipping past his lips in disapproval. it disappears when he feels you giggle, fidgeting with a particularly silky strand. he pushes his face further into your thighs when sam turns up the volume on his tiktok and restarts the video.

after attempting to laugh quietly for two minutes, sam begins to guffaw, and bucky grumbles after a few seconds of it, reluctantly raising his head from your skin, “sam.”

sam shushes him, “i’m trying to hear.”

“if i can hear, you can hear,” bucky grumbles, sighing frustratedly when sam waves him off. “i’m going to the bathroom.” he’s already been forced out of his comfort, so he might as well.

kissing your thigh before getting up, bucky shoots sam a look before going to the elevator to his room, he never liked using the ones on the main floor.

“what’re you laughing at?” you ask sam when bucky is gone. sam snickers.

“there’s another tiktok thing going around where girls convince tall guys they’re short. it’s great.”

you tilt your head, nodding amusedly, “i can imagine that.”

sam’s eyes suddenly rise from his phone to you, a wide grin overtaking his face and a delighted laugh already bubbling in his throat, “you don’t have to.”

“what?”

“you should do that to bucky! how tall is he? eight-ten?”

“i don’t know, at least six feet?”

“i don’t care, you should do this to him,” sam encourages, thrusting his phone into your hands. you roll your eyes.

“bucky’s one-hundred-and-four, he isn’t going to freak out over me saying he’s short when i know he’s not.”

“who knows?” sam exclaims, “people can surprise you.”

“sam—”

“do it.”

pursing your lips, you settle your attention on the man, squinting, “you’re not leaving me alone until i do.” he shakes his head and you throw your hands up, “fine! but this will be very boring because he will just nod yes and then kiss me on the cheek.”

“nuh uh, this will hit a gross little part of him, you’ll see.”

“stop,” you laugh.

“stop what?” bucky asks when he enters the room again, sitting next to you and pressing a kiss to your head as he throws an arm over you.

“i just told y/n how tall you were,” sam cuts in, you cock your head at him.

bucky’s brows furrow as he looks back at you, “and you said stop?”

“height is just a number, bucky, don’t worry about it,” you assure smoothly with a light hand on his bicep. you wish sam wouldn’t look so impressed, this was your damn job.

“what?”

“i mean, i knew you were short, but i never—”

“short?” bucky interrupts, turning to you with inquisitive eyebrows.

“yeah, but it’s not like it’s something new,” you shrug comfortingly, “and it’s not a bad thing, honey.”

“i know, but i’m not.”

“oh,” you pout, “whatever you say, baby.”

bucky scoffs, “it’s not—y/n, i was tall before the serum and i’m taller now.”

you hum along, stroking his arm, “okay.”

“don’t—okay, do you think sam is short?”

you shake your head immediately, “no, no, sam’s tall, buck. what’re you talking about? you know you shouldn’t compare anyone, especially because of something so tiny like your height—oh, sorry.”

“i’m taller than he is!” bucky points out. you tilt your head at him, smiling softly.

“oh, honey, it’s all about perspective.”

“stop it! say that i’m tall.”

“okay,” you nod, “you’re very, very tall, honey,” you give in, pecking his nose. bucky groans.

“not like that,” he argues, letting his head fall against your shoulder, “this is bullying.”

“it’s okay,” you coo, yelping when you’re suddenly pulled up, one of bucky’s hands at his forehead.

“look,” he whines, “tall.”

at his insistence, you can’t help but laugh, tugging him closer to you, “yes, sweetheart, tall.”

“y/n, stop,” he drags, his chin above your head.

“it’s okay, you can be what the ladies call a short king,” you wink. he groans. sam laughs.

“bullying,” bucky insists, nuzzling his nose against your forehead.r

I love training montages

Sam Wilson in EP4 of TFATWS (training montage)

Tony just saying "No" is quite accurate

Where Do Babies Come From? (Avengers X Child!Reader)

Character: Avengers X Child!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mild swearing, sex ed talk

HUMOUR

Request:Ive just found your blog!! Youre an amazing writer!! I wanted to ask one in which the reader is the little protect one sister of the avengers (like 12 years old) and she goes around the tower asking the avengers how babies are made. (she doesnt have a mom, so she doesnt know anything) and Tony freaks out because doesnt want her to grow up! I know u have a lot of work, hope this isnt bothering you!!! You are greeeat!

Tony had raised you since you were a baby, since your mom was out the picture. Being his little girl, he took his job as a father very seriously. He didn’t want to mess up like his own father so he made sure to go to all your school showcases, helped you with your homework and made sure you spent at least one day every week having a father-daughter relationship. Also since he’s Iron Man, he was very protective of you. The rest of the Avengers could see you were Tony’s world so vowed if anything bad happened and he couldn’t keep you safe, they would make sure to keep you safe. This led to you getting close to the Avengers.

Keep reading

Don't text and drive, kids!

Sorcery is a slippery slope to madness!

THAT'S MY CAPTAIN AMERICA

Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson in Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Tony actually having a panic attack 😹

Steve: How is everyone doing?

Y/N: Well, I’m breathing.

Steve: Setting the bar pretty low huh?

Y/N: Well, it’s better than Tony, anyways.

Tony, having a panic attack: Honestly, fuck you.

Got me breathless and shit

Hey Kinny ! Are you taking requests!? If so would you consider writing a threesome with Nat and Bucky ? In any way you like ! I just think this is soooo fucking hot

mhm.

his girls

18+

bucky's going through a tough divorce. what kind of friends would you and natasha be if you didn't try your best to make him feel better?

content warning: nat x reader x bucky, smut (mff threesome, dom!reader x sub!nat, oral sex, voyeur!bucky, scissoring, fingering, daddy kink, blowjob, penetrative sex, cum eating), fluff.

i think this is the hottest thing i've ever written

"I'm bored," Natasha whispers into your ear while you take a long sip of wine. "Let's go upstairs."

Looking around the room, you smirk at her. "Everyone already thinks we're fucking. You really wanna fuel the rumors by sneaking upstairs during a party?"

She rolls her eyes. "This is not a party; it's just Steve's attempt at showing off his big, new house while everyone rides his dick about how amazing it is. Let's at least put it to use," She suggests, tracing her fingers up your bare arm. "I'm bored."

Glancing up at the bar, you see Bucky and Sam sharing muttered words over beers. You sigh and look back at Natasha. "I'm glad Bucky's here. I was starting to think he'd never leave his house again."

"Well, that's divorce for you. At least he's gotten through the ugliest part," She says with a shrug, before gripping your arm. "Now, come on."

"What exactly do you wanna do upstairs, hmm?" You ask her teasingly.

She smirks, leaning closer and muttering, "Things I'd rather do to you than say to you."

You pout at that. "But you know how much I like dirty talk, baby."

Taking your hand, she places it on her upper thigh, sliding it under the hem of her dress before coyly whispering, "I'll let you choke me."

Within minutes, you're upstairs in one of the spare rooms with Natasha, lying on the bed while she looks around the room.

"You think any of this shit belongs to the previous owners?" She asks as she looks at the trinkets on the book shelf, before shuddering. "They died in this house, you know."

"Cool," You say dryly, sitting up. "Come sit on my face."

Immediately, she lets out a shocked laugh, raising a brow. "Yeah?" Natasha asks, slowly walking over to the bed and kneeling onto it. "Whatever happened to 'friends don't fuck'?"

You shrug, "I've never had a friend that looks like you. You make me wanna break the rules, Tasha."

She crawls up to where you're lying, sitting on her knees beside you. "I don't know," She says lowly. "I don't want you to do something you regret."

Leaning up to her, you lower your voice. "If you don't suffocate me between your thighs right now, I'll die here, just like the previous owners. Is that what you want?"

Natasha bites her lip. "Are you sure about this, honey? What if-"

"Tasha, I need you to cum on my face," You tell her gravely. "Now."

Not one to waste time, or a good opportunity, she rolls up her dress and throws her leg over you. You pull her panties to the side and impatiently latch your mouth onto her clit, sucking and toying with it.

"Oh, my God," She cries, grabbing onto the headboard as she rides your face. "So fuckin' good."

You bring your fingers up to play with her pussy as you pull away to say, "That's it, baby, ride my face like a good little slut."

She shudders above you, rolling her hips while crying out your name. You poke your tongue into her entrance, letting her juices soak your face as you take in her sweet taste.

Bucky can't help but stand at the door and watch.

He didn't come upstairs with the intention of being a pervert, but when he heard the pretty noises Natasha was letting out, he had to see it for himself. And boy, is he glad he came. Knowing it's wrong and that he shouldn't be eavesdropping on his good friends in this way only makes his cock harder, and he has to bite his lip to hold back his own moans.

"Cumming!" Natasha cries as she gushes all over your face, squeezing her thighs together. You can't breathe, but you don't care. Your tongue continues to lap at her cunt as she shakes, letting out weak whimpers.

Giving her another spank, you grab her by the hips before throwing her back down onto the bed. You peel off your dress while she takes off her own, both of you rushing to get naked.

Bucky doesn't remember exactly when it happened, but at some point, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He lets out a heavy breath when he sees you spreading apart Natasha's legs and kneeling between them, his eyes widening. Are you about to-

Oh, God.

Your clit rubs against Natasha's as you grind against her, pulling one of her legs to rest on your shoulder. Slowly, you thrust against her, the both of you letting out harmonious moans while your tits bounce.

This is the single greatest thing Bucky Barnes has ever witnessed.

He's tempted to take out his phone and film you scissoring, but he doesn't want to risk getting caught.

"Just like that," Natasha whimpers, throwing her head back against the mattress. "So good, baby."

"You're so fucking wet for me, Tasha," You groan, pulling her up by her throat. "Your pretty little pussy feels so good on mine."

Sitting up, she latches her mouth onto your hard nipple, sucking it with ardor. You moan loudly at the sensation, bucking your hips faster. By some chance, you glance up at the doorway, your heart skipping a beat when you see Bucky standing there, stroking his cock while he watches you fuck Natasha. He stops his movements, his lips parting in shock.

Oh, shit.

"Hello, there," You greet him with a smirk.

Natasha immediately stops her movements, pulling her head back with wide eyes.

"It's okay, baby," You assure her, stroking her hair. "It's only Bucky."

She lets out a shaky breath at your casual tone, blinking up at you. Nevertheless, she cautiously returns her mouth to your nipple, feeling too good to stop.

You raise a hand up to Bucky before gesturing for him to come closer. "Don't be shy, James," You say reassuringly. "Come in. Join us."

Swallowing thickly, he takes a timid step forward, making you pout.

You roll your hips harder against Nat, moaning at the shooting pleasure. "Come on, Jamie, we know how lonely you've been," You say between gasps. "Let us comfort you, baby."

Turning her head, Natasha stretches her arm out towards him. "Please, daddy?"

This has to be a dream.

Taking another step forward, Bucky closes the door behind him, a bewildered look on his face.

"Take off your clothes," You whisper, continuing to slowly ride Natasha.

He does as you say, unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off and throwing it on the ground. Next to go are his pants, which he discards in the same way. In nothing but his grey boxers, he kneels onto the bed, staring at the point where your pussy meets Natasha's with astonishment in his eyes.

"C'mere, Bucky baby," You coo, cupping his face in your hand. "Give me a kiss."

Moving closer to you, he complies, kissing you softly. It quickly deepens, and he strokes his tongue with yours before you do the same to him. You take one of his hands and place it on Natasha's breast, making her bite her lip. He expertly begins to play with her nipple while keeping his mouth attached to yours in a sloppy kiss.

You pull away after a few moments, before moving your hips away from Natasha's, making her whine. "Look how wet we are, James," You whisper as his eyes take in the pretty sight. "You wanna feel us?"

Clenching his jaw, he nods.

Natasha and you share a look before sitting back and spreading your legs for him. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering between your pussies.

Chuckling, you raise a brow. "Spoilt for choice. Where do you wanna go first, Jamie?"

He crawls forward, licking his lips. And then, he strokes his hand up your inner thigh before finding your clit which he begins to rub. You throw your head back in pleasure, delighted to be picked first. Natasha would be jealous if she wasn't so turned on by the sight of Bucky playing with your pussy.

Biting his lip, Bucky glances over at Natasha, needing to feel her, too. In an instant, he takes his hand off of you and starts rubbing her clit, before bringing up his metal fingers to your cunt, instead.

You're incredibly grateful to have his cold, harder fingers on your throbbing clit. You and Natasha sit up as Bucky slowly slides his fingers into you both. A melody of moans escapes your mouths as he starts to finger fuck you, his cock throbbing with the power he feels.

As his fingers curl inside you, you buck your body closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Natasha mirrors your movements and the both of you lean on him, moaning and writhing at his hands.

"Just like that, Jamie," You whimper into his ear.

"Yeah?" He mumbles back, fingering you faster. "Making my girls feel good?"

"So good," Natasha purrs, digging her nails into his back. "Being so good to us, daddy."

"Mmm, that's right," He groans, enamored with the feeling of both your cunts tightening around his fingers. "My good little girls."

You shiver as his fingers scissor inside you, spreading you open. Placing your mouth onto his neck, you start to suck on his soft skin, biting and nibbling on it while Natasha does the same. Bucky's eyes roll back as his hips buck forward instinctively, and he speeds up his fingers. When he feels both of your pussies tightening around him, he smirks and throws his head back, ready to feel you cum.

"Let go for me, angels," He growls, kissing your shoulder. "Cum for daddy."

With loud cries, the two of you cum all over his fingers, rolling your hips as the pleasure courses through your veins.

"That's it," He mumbles with a cocky grin. "Good girls."

Feeling weak, you fall back against the mattress, breathing heavily, Natasha remains sitting up, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as she slowly pulls down his boxers. His thick, hard cock springs out, glistening with pre cum.

"Looks pretty enough to eat," You say coyly, sitting up and taking Natasha's hand in yours. "Good thing we know how to share."

You lead Natasha off the bed, where you both sink to the ground on your knees. Bucky is quick to follow suit, sitting on the edge of the bed after pulling off his boxers. Leaning up, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, making him shudder.

"Fuck," He whispers as his eyes darken. "In your mouth, baby."

Obediently, you open your mouth wide to take in his dick, wrapping your lips around the tip before allowing the rest to sink into your throat. Bucky lets out a loud groan while Natasha watches you with an awe-struck look in her eyes. You suck him a few times before pulling your mouth off of him and looking at Natasha.

"Go ahead, baby," You invite her slyly. "Daddy tastes so good."

Bucky can't believe how lucky he is while he watches you bring Natasha's pretty mouth to his cock, keeping your hand on her throat as she takes in his length. You both look up at him with wide eyes, and he almost cums right then.

"Oh, shit," He moans as Natasha slowly starts sucking him off, running his hand through her red hair. "Just like that, Nat, fuck."

You lean forward and wrap your mouth around his balls, making his body convulse. While Natasha gags on his cock, you suck on his sack, feeling his hand pull on your hair.

"Fuck, you're both so perfect," He mutters, gently thrusting his hips and fucking Natasha's face. "My perfect little girls."

After a few minutes, you and Natasha switch positions, and you're glad for it because the feeling of Bucky's dick gliding down your throat almost makes you cum again. You look up at him at the same moment during which he glances down at you, and you shoot him a wink. He chuckles deeply, stroking your cheek while watching his cock disappear past your lips.

"So fuckin' gorgeous," Bucky mumbles, stroking Natasha's hair at the same time. "God, I'm gonna cum for you, girls."

You gently pull Natasha's head back and the two of you wait eagerly with your mouths wide open, anticipating his cum. Bucky wraps his fist around his dick and strokes himself, groaning at the sight of you two with your tongues out.

"My greedy little sluts," He growls as his chest heaves. "Fuck. Ready for daddy's cum?"

The two of you make eager noises, practically bouncing on your knees with excitement. With a loud grunt, Bucky shoots his load, doing his best to get an even amount onto each of your tongues. Before Natasha closes her mouth to swallow, you grab her face and give her an open-mouthed kiss, tongues sloshing against each other.

Bucky shudders as he sees his cum mix in your mouths and drip down your chins, your whimpers almost immediately making him hard again. "Oh, you dirty, dirty girls," He groans, stroking your hair. You look up at him with a sly look, still playing with Natasha's tongue. Bucky bites his lip and pats his lap. "Come, give daddy a kiss."

You happily oblige, and the two of you climb onto the bed on either side of him, one of you on each of his thighs. He places a hand on the back of your heads before pulling you closer, staring between your mouths. Slowly, the three of you start to lick and suck on each other's tongues, the remnants of Bucky's cum making it the filthiest three-way kiss any of you have ever participated in.

Bucky's cock stirs beneath you, dancing slightly as it bounces against your thigh. Natasha whimpers into the kiss, while you wrap your hand around Bucky's throat.

Pulling away for breath, Bucky has a look of pure adoration in his eyes for the two of you. "This is the greatest night of my fuckin' life," He breathes out.

You smirk at his words, raising a brow. "And you haven't even fucked us, yet."

Something flickers across his eyes as his lips part. Natasha clambers off him and leans back against the headboard, spreading her legs apart. "Me first, daddy," She says slyly, biting down on her lips.

"Fuck," Bucky utters, still in disbelief that this is actually happening. You move to the side, watching as he slowly crawls over to her, stroking his hardening cock while staring at her pussy. "Want me inside you, Nat?"

"Please," She cries, bucking her hips up desparately. "I need it, daddy."

"Always knew you were a slut," He mutters before grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her stomach. "Arch that back for me, Natasha. Be a good girl."

You bite your lip as you sit back and watch him spank her a couple of times before she gets into position. Without warning, he plunges his cock into her, making her cry out. Once he's built up a rhythm, you move closer to him and start kissing down his jaw.

"Fuck her harder, Jamie," You whisper against her loud moans.

He turns to look you in the eyes, utter bliss on his face. "You like watching me fuck her, baby?"

"Just as much as you liked watching me fuck her," You retort teasingly, rubbing your hands over his nipples. When he shivers at your touch, you rub his nipple again, making him grab your wrist harshly.

"Keep doing that and I swear to God, I'll cum before I get the chance to rail you," He warns you, making you laugh softly. Knowing that he's already cum once, you don't want to push your luck and end up horny and frustrated.

"Right there, daddy!" Natasha screams against the pillow, which muffles her voice. "So fucking deep inside me."

"Does it feel good, being fucked this deep?" Bucky asks her with a cocky smirk as he spanks her again. "You love it, don't you, you slut?"

"Yes, daddy," She answers him obediently, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath her.

You move behind Bucky and wrap your arms around his torso, pressing soft kisses to his back as he slams into her. The sound of their sex amplifies as you shut your eyes, as though you're listening to fucking whale music.

"I'm gonna cum!" Natasha announces, which you take as your cue to lay down next to her. On your back, you turn to her and kiss her cheek, before reaching under her to find her pussy.

Bucky watches with delight as you rub Natasha's clit, making her shake beneath him. "That's it, baby," You coo, stroking her throbbing bud faster. "Cum for us. Show daddy what a good girl you can be."

With that, she lets out a scream and buries her head in the pillow, cumming all over Bucky's cock. He continues to fuck her through her high, taking deep breaths while trying to stave off his own orgasm. Not yet, Bucky. You've still got another pussy to satisfy.

"That's it, Tasha, good girl," You praise her, stroking her hair as she comes down. "Did so well for us."

Bucky pulls out of her before looking down at you with a sly smirk on his lips. Moving closer, he forces your legs apart before slotting himself between them and leaning down. "Are you ready for me, baby?" He asks you softly, sucking on your earlobe.

You shiver, wrapping your arms around him. "Always, Jamie," You reply with need.

He reaches down to line himself up with your cunt before slowly sinking into you, growling in your ear. "So fuckin' tight for me," He grunts once he bottoms out, filling you up like no other. "Shit, can barely fuckin' pull out."

Slowly, he drags his length out of your throbbing cunt before plunging it back in again, immediately hitting your g-spot. You let out a loud cry as he begins pumping in and out of you, letting out groans with each thrust.

"Taking me so well," Bucky praises you, linking his fingers with yours and pinning your hands down above your head. "Daddy's got the best little cocksluts in the world."

At his mention of her, Natasha finally finds the energy to get back up, leaning up to kiss him. He releases one of your hands to wrap his around her throat as their tongues poke and glide into each other's mouths.

"Daddy," You whine, throwing your head back. "Faster."

Bucky happily obliges, pulling away from Natasha and thrusting faster into you. "You like that, baby? Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes, Jamie," You cry, gasping as he starts pinching and pulling on your nipple while Natasha sucks on your neck. In retaliation, you lift up your own fingers to rub his nipples, toying with them and making him shudder.

He falls forward, chuckling between groans. "No fair," He whines, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "You better fuckin' cum with me, baby."

"Promise I will," You say, crying out when Natasha lowers her fingers to your clit. It all becomes too much; her rubbing your bud, Bucky fucking you and his fingers playing with your nipples, and soon, you're letting go and cumming all over him.

"Look at you," Natasha coos in your ear. "You're so pretty when you cum."

Meanwhile, Bucky feels your cunt milking his cock as he cums inside you, grunting as he slams into you a few more times, giving you every last drop. With a heavy sigh, he pulls out, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy.

"Oh, fuck," He whispers, before looking over at Natasha. "Clean her up."

Without skipping a beat, Natasha crawls lower down before licking your cunt. Bucky's cum disappears into her mouth as she laps at your folds, making you shudder as her tongue strokes against your sensitive bud. Once she's done, she pulls back and you sigh with content, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Holy shit," Bucky mutters, lying down next to you. He grabs Natasha and pulls her on top of him as the three of you catch your breaths and try to recover from the intensity of what just happened.

"I didn't know your dick was that big," You admit out loud.

You can feel his chuckles vibrate against your neck. Natasha plays with your hair while saying, "I did. I saw it once, when we were on vacation."

"And you never thought to inform me?" You ask her with a scoff.

She smirks, stroking his chest. "I didn't want to objectify him."

"If this is what objectifying me leads to," Bucky begins, rubbing Natasha's back. "Please, objectify me every day. Every day."

"Noted," You mumble, linking your fingers with his. "You might regret saying that, though. Nat and I are insatiable."

"That's what I'm here for," Bucky states arrogantly, holding you both close to him. "Satisfying my girls."

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pairings: bestfriend!bucky x bestfriend!female reader

summary: you ask your best friend to give you a hickey to make your work crush jealous. yes. 

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𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚! 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Love and loyalty is tested after Bucky realises you aren’t who you pretend to be.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || unprotected sex, loss of virginity, oral sex, abduction. MINORS DNI

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You stared at the wooden ceiling as you laid down in your bed. The ship was silently swaying from side to side due to the night breeze like a cradle. But sleep didn’t come on such nights.

The bed wasn’t bad, and your stomach was filled yet when you closed your eyes, only thoughts plagued your head. It had almost been two weeks since you had been taken, but you weren’t so sure as it was difficult counting days on the sea.

You still vividly remembered each and every detail of how your life had taken a one eighty degree turn. Princess Wanda of your kingdom was betrothed to Prince Vision, whose kingdom was across the sea.

You being her best friend had decided to accompany her overseas and had therefore set sail in a grand ship. It was all going perfectly well until the pirates raided your ship. But more than the jewels and wealth, they were interested in the princess; they had something against the other kingdom.

You had known it at that moment that if you let them take Wanda, she would face situations worse than hell. So at that very instant, you both had changed clothes and you had let these pirates abduct you instead, though you didn’t look anything like the princess.

You had expected these people to be brutish and ill mannered but instead they were jolly and accepting. You had imagined horrid scenarios but instead these people gave you respect, fed your food, and looked after you. And the only thing they forced you to do was to sing along with them after every dinner.

So in short, the problem wasn’t that you were abducted by the pirates and neither was it homesickness. The problem was a certain metal armed pirate and leader who went by Bucky.

He was unlike any you had ever met; charming yet sharp, gentle yet commanding, alluring yet fearful. Since the moment you had come here, his eyes never left you and neither did yours left him.

And his eyes, oh god his eyes, they were deeper than the sea and lustrous like the sky. His lips were so plump and soft and that perfect nose of his. Every moment you saw him, your mind was filled with not so decent thoughts.

You wanted to hate these pirates; you wanted to hate Bucky. But somehow things weren’t going how you wanted them to be. You were instead thinking of living here forever in the back of your head. You later did get angry at yourself, but the thought wasn’t so bad.

You changed your sides and closed your eyes in a poor effort of mimicking sleep. The silence of the room was disturbed by a firm knock at your door. Grumbling to yourself, you got up to answer.

You weren’t asleep, but that didn’t mean you weren’t comfortable in that small cot. It was nice and cozy being bundled up but then some ass had to disturb you. Sighing, you opened the door only to see Bucky.

“Umm, what are you doing here?” It was really too late for anyone to visit you, a supposed princess. “Just came to see you princess.” You pouted at the title but didn’t reply.

The moon was casting beautiful shadows on his face making him look enigmatic. He entered without really waiting for your answer and locked the door behind him.

Sitting on your small bed, he motioned you to come forward. The room was dingy and didn’t have much space to roam free, yet you walked two steps closer.

“Now that the princess is here, one might think the royal wedding would be stalled.” The room didn’t have a proper lighting, but from what was visible, his stare was deadly.

“But you see,” he got up and walked right in front of you. You gulped nervously as he gently placed his finger of your cheek and trailed it till your chin before he continued.

“That is not the case.” A violent shudder passed through you as he gripped your chin tightly. You knew this day would come and yet you were unprepared for it.

“The royal wedding took place yesterday. So that leaves us with two possibilities, either they married the false princess or…” he jerked you closer to himself, “You are the fake princess.”

So this is how I die, you thought to yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so brave and let Wanda get captured, at least the kingdom would’ve searched for her. But for you, no one came.

“Answer me!” He was so close to your face that your breaths were intermingling. “I…” you didn’t want to cry in front of him; you didn’t want to be weak. But then you couldn’t stop the tears that started spilling from your eyes.

You were all alone on this ship and no one would come to save you. You hadn’t just warped Bucky’s plan but you had also lied to him all this time.

“I trusted you, and what you did was betray me.” He wasn’t lying, he had been nothing but kind to you. When you didn’t reply, he held you by your arms and shook you.

“I’m sorry.” You finally sobbed out. “You could’ve told us. You could’ve told me!” Bucky wasn’t really angry at the fact that you had lied about being the princess, he was mad as you hadn’t told him the truth.

You were one of the most kind, hardworking and caring person he had ever met. He hadn’t thought he would ever fall in love, but you had proved him wrong. You had become his lighthouse in the storm of life.

“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.. I mean I did lie to fool you, but that was before I met you. I couldn’t let you capture Wanda…. Please… please don’t kill me.” You ducked your head low with guilt and helplessness.

Your words shifted something in Bucky. His hard touch suddenly turned gentle and he now held you to stop you from falling. You were shaking in his hands and he hated it. He hated the way you thought he’d let anything in this world harm you.

“Hey… hey look at me.” He placed his hand on your chin once again and titled your head up, just this time his hands were tender. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” You were surprised with his confession. You stared up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something more. “No. I could never hurt you.” The next thing he did surprised you the most, he kissed your forehead.

“Bucky..” your said breathily. “Shhh…” he shushed you before gently pecking your left cheek. “I am angry at you for lying to me.” He kissed your right cheek next and you felt tingles go down your spine.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll hurt you.” Holding your face firmly with his palms, he kissed your nose. “I know you don’t trust me yet. But I need you to know something; I trust you.”

Those three words were more important and real than anything else in the world. You knew Bucky didn’t rely on many people, but the fact that he trusted you made you feel a different kind of warm.

“Bucky, I trust you too. You’ve taken care of me more than anyone else in my life.” Placing your hands on his worn out shirt, you pulled him in for a proper kiss. You readily opened your mouth for him as you melted into each other.

You let out a squeak when he teasingly bit your lower lip. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, princess.” You shook your head and corrected him. “I’m not the princess.” He just chuckled, “You are. You are my princess.”

This man is going to be the death of me. You batted your eyelashes flattering manner and smiled. “You’re so sweet.” You stared at him as he shook his head and laughed. “You won’t be saying this in fifteen minutes.”

In the next instant, his flesh hand was gripping your hair as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You previously didn’t get it when your friends gushed about kisses, but now you understood.

Your arms travelled up his chest and tried to bring him even closer to you. The way he was kissing you made you stupid and your toes tingle. The kiss was wet and lewd and you loved it just as much.

You both were panting and breathless as Bucky pulled his shirt off. You couldn’t help but gasp as you eyed his muscles torso. His arms were decorated with veins and his scars were making him look even more rough.

With an unsteady pointer finger, you slowly traced the dips and curves of his hard abs. Licking your lips, you gulped nervously, “I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” You didn’t know why but you were somewhat ashamed of your lack of experience.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll go slow, I promise.” His eyes were sparkling with mischief but you didn’t yet understand why. “Okay.” Your voice was small as you nodded.

With careful fingers, Bucky untied the knots of your dress. Once you were naked in front of him, true to his word, he gently laid you down on the bed. Biting your lower lip between your teeth you saw with interest as Bucky unbuttoned his pants.

Your eyes became wide as you saw his veiny length. You hadn’t seen a naked man before, but you were sure he was very well endowed. “Don’t get scared. I’ll make it good for you.” His voice was dripping with a sinful promise.

As soon as he climbed on the bed, he started peppering kisses from your breastbone to your belly. “Wha… what are you doing?” You asked as he placed himself between your legs.

“Nothing you won’t like.” His answer didn’t really clear anything but you let him continue anyway. He pried your legs apart with his hands and licked his lips, “You’re so beautiful.” He said looking into your eyes.

You were insecure for a moment as nobody had seen you like this before. But Bucky proclaiming how beautiful he found you put your worries to rest. “Thank you.” You replied shyly.

“You don’t need to thank me for stating facts.” With that he placed a small kiss to your throbbing clit. “Bucky!” You got up on your elbows to look at him. “Do you want me to stop?” He clearly had no intentions of stopping.

“Umm no.” Locking eyes with you, his tongue lapped up your juices. Your hand instinctively took hold of his long locks as you fell back into the bed with a moan. After that you were too lost in the sensations to form coherent thoughts.

With his talented tongue, he licked up your slick and flicked your sensitive pearl. You blindly guided him by his hair to where his tongue felt the most pleasurable. You squirmed under him at the barrage of sensations only for him to hold you tight.

The coil in your gut became tight and you knew you were close to a pleasurable release. But just then Bucky painstakingly slowed down himself from fucking you with his tongue.

He just slowly licked you as you whined under him. “Bucky..” you complained as the feeling of an impending high dissipated. “What? You wanted me to go slow.” He was smirking and he knew exactly what he was doing.

You wanted to hit him and at the same time bury his face back between your thighs. “I… I don’t want you to go slow.” You turned around to avoid looking into his eyes.

He crawled up to your face and made you look back up into his eyes. His metal arm was cold as he explored your body with it. You mewled as he nibbled your throat, “As you wish.”

With that his entire demeanour changed. Little nibbles turned into bites which he later soothed with his tongue. His fingers pinched and rolled your nipples and the only thing you could do was hold tight onto him.

“Are you ready?” His breath tickled your hair as he whispered into your ear. You simply nodded and held his shoulders as he lined up his cock and slid into you.

A tear slipped out of your eye when he finally entered you. “Fuck. You’re so warm. Fuck!” The people you grew up with didn’t really curse, so when Bucky did that you always found it hot.

With one arm holding himself up and the others resting on your hip, he started thrusting into you. Your girlfriends had told you how good sex felt, but you always thought they were exaggerating; turns out they weren’t.

Your entire body felt electrified as Bucky snapped his hips into you. You didn’t want him to stop and you wanted to forever get lost in this sea of pleasure. Your nails were probably marking up Bucky’s back, but neither you nor him cared about it.

You were once again close to that dangerous peak from where there was no return. And yet you dived head first into it. Your back arched and your eyes closed shut as you came, hard.

Bucky wasn’t far behind as your walls convulsed around him. He buried his face into your neck as he emptied his warm seed deep into you. Your bodies entwined impossibly closer as you road the aftershocks.

You both just lay there, covered in sweat and slick, as you finally came down from the high. You lovingly stared in each other’s eyes as Bucky caressed your face.

“Don’t leave me.” He whispered as his thumb rubbed your cheek. His eyes were vulnerable and you knew he was scared. You had thought about this possibility and had already thought of the result. “I won’t.”

But just as him, you too had your questions. “Are you disappointed that I’m not the princess?” Bucky pecked your cheek tenderly, “I don’t care about the princess now that I’ve got my Queen.”

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Eye For An Eye

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x barnes!wife!reader // mob!bucky barnes x mistress!dolores // mob!thor odinson x barnes!wife!reader

summary: you come home one night to find bucky in bed with another woman. after threatening divorce, he begs for your forgiveness and tells you he'll do anything. he should’ve known to always be careful with what you wish for.

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warnings: angst, bucky is a scumbag, infidelity, use of pet names, daddy kink, mentions of divorce, mentions of murder, smut, use of restraints, forced cuckholding, sub!bucky?, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, cream pie, happy endings for some !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

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You weren’t supposed to witness this. You were never supposed to see your husband of 7 years, laying in your marital bed, fucking another woman. Hearing him call her the pet name that you thought was reserved only for you, while he drove his hips into her. The way ‘sweet plum’ rolled off his tongue with unwavering ease made you nauseous at the revelation.

You should’ve immediately known something was up when you entered your Manhattan townhouse that evening. The apprehensive looks you picked up on from the assigned security details should’ve alerted you that something was wrong, but you ignored it, desperately trying to reconnect with your other half.

Being away from your husband for 2 weeks, while on vacation with you sister, made you stir crazy due to not having Bucky near you. It was with unfortunate, yet fortunate luck that landed you here due to your sibling getting sick with food poisoning; the event resulting in your month-long planned trip being cut short.

Loading into the elevator and clicking on the master floor, glee filled your body as you ascended the 3 flights up. But the second those doors opened up, dread took its place.

The first thing you noticed was the stray high heel; the item was 6-inches and hot pink, a stark difference to your usual choices. The shoe started the trail of strewn articles of clothing that led to your shared bedroom.

Following the string of garments, taking steady steps, you heard the familiar moans of your husband. His deep grunts were distinct, rich and gruff, the acclimated sounds were already implanted in your hippocampus.

Pairing his groans of pleasure were the squeaks of a woman. Hers were shrill, the piercing yelps already causing a headache to form. All you heard were the over exaggerated pleas of a wanna-be pornstar escaping the confines of your bedroom.

Though you had heard the infidelity, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of it unfolding before your eyes.

Bucky had the long haired redhead bent at his will. His large palms pressed her thighs back to where her knees touched the sheets, no doubt causing a burn to run through her legs.

His hips proceeded to rut into her, the sounds of slapping skin bouncing off the walls. You watched as their eyes were trained on each other, a slight smile adorned both faces as they moaned out.

“Fuck sweets, you feel so good taking my cock,” Bucky swore at the woman underneath him, “You like Daddy’s dick tearing you apart, don’t you?” Her yelps of desire were an acceptable response to the brunette.

You stood there for a while, not able to tear your eyes away from their motions. 7 years of marriage down the drain, 7 years of love and tenderness thrown out the window. So caught up with misery, you didn’t realize you had started crying; but the pair did.

“Shit.”

Removing himself, Bucky jumped up and grabbed his crumpled boxers off the floor and quickly pulled the material up his legs. “Sweetheart, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear.”

A dry chuckle boomed in your stream of consciousness. It was honestly amusing to think that a idiotic line like that would excuse his actions, yet he said it anyway as if you didn’t just watch him be balls deep in someone other than you, his wife. You continued to stand there, mute, as your thoughts ran wild.

“(Y/N), baby please,” the man pleaded, staring deep into your eyes, “Just hear me out.”

Not wanting to listen to any lame excuse he could try and conjure up, you brushed past him and towards the walk in closet, avoiding his insisting eye contact. Following in tow, he watched as you grabbed a suitcase and started stuffing as much of your wardrobe in the travel bag.

“Wait- wait hey, (Y/N). What are you doing? Where are you going?”

You filled your bag with your clothes and grabbed a carry on, side stepping your husband yet again and heading into your combined bathroom.

“Please, baby, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything, just look at me and let me explain.”

Bucky stared at your rigid frame. You did everything in your power to not pay him any mind and it broke him.

He knows he shouldn’t feel bad, he brought this upon himself.

Being the leader of the Barnes Family Syndicate, it was always expected of him to have a wife and a mistress. His father had one, as did his grandfather and so on and so forth.

When he met you, he realized he didn’t want to follow in his family’s footsteps of infidelity so he maintained his devotion to you. But dealing with constant teasing from fellow heads of families of how whipped he was, and how he wasn’t a ‘real man’, made his resolve slowly weaken.

So the day you left for Tahiti with your sister, he thought what better time than then.

He had gone to his best friend’s, Sam, nightclub and that’s where he met Dolores. A pretty little thing, with flowing red hair. She had caught his eye as she danced on the crowded floor. Bucky watched as her hips glided to the beat. The skirt of her dress rose due to her actions, enticing him even more.

An hour later, he had her pinned down in the backseat of his town car. His motions caused the vehicle to rock back and forth as it stayed parked on the sidewalk.

After the moment, he was filled with a tremendous amount of pride. He had lived up to the family name, following in his fathers footsteps. But once his driver, Peter, climbed into the front seat and looked at him through the partition with shame, his bones were riddled with mortification.

He had broken his sacred vows. ‘To love and to cherish’ were burned away as the sweaty redhead laid next to him, stroking the damp hair away from his forehead.

But the ridiculing words from the other syndicate leaders flowed back into his mind, pushing the guilt he felt away. So he ordered Peter to drive him back to your shared home and rolled the barrier up, avoiding the young man's piercing gaze.

Bucky should’ve never acted on the words of his colleagues, because he knew how much they loathed that he got someone as beautiful as you.

It was no secret that you were out of his league. The moment he saw you enter the crime disguised butcher shop, he knew he had to have you.

Your beauty made everyone stop and stare, it caused him to lose friends and colleagues due to their own lustful desires directed towards you. That’s why he married you only after 6 months of dating, to make sure that he could never lose you.

Yet here he was, wearing only a pair of boxers while you packed up your belongings after watching him have an affair, his nightmare coming to life.

You continued with your actions, making sure you had every item of your beauty regime packed away. Collecting your belongings, you began to make your way out of the room before Bucky’s booming voice rang out.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N), just look at me! Talk to me! Say something!”

Frozen in spot, you felt 2 pairs of eyes on your back. One from the redhead who stayed tucked under the covers, and the other from your husband.

You cleared your throat, removing the bile that had built up there upon your revelation. With your back still towards the pair, you found the courage to speak. “How long?”

“Listen sweet plum-” he began, but was quickly cut off by your sharp voice.

“I asked you, how long?”

With a sigh, he revealed to you the horrible truth, “Since the night that you left with your sister.”

A broken sob shot through your being. He couldn’t even wait a day without your presence for him to go and find someone else.

Wiping away the stray tears that escaped your eyes, you picked up your suitcase, slung the carryon over your shoulder and made your way out of the home, making sure to grab the luggage you had forgotten when you first arrived.

You didn’t bother taking the elevator, not wanting to be stuck in the small space with the cheater so you descended the stairs, bags in tow.

Bucky’s apologetic pleas followed you down the steps and out the front door, the security that were posted avoided the unfolding scene like the plague.

Stepping out onto the city sidewalk, you raised your hand to hail a taxi, desperately trying to escape the begging man standing only in his underwear.

“Please baby, she means nothing to me. I got so caught up in the guy's words that I felt like I had to do it. But it meant nothing, it won’t happen again. I promise you.”

You ignored his sorrow-filled confession as you watched the yellow cab pull in front of you. The driver could sense the tense energy and popped the trunk, staying in the safety of his vehicle and not wanting to mess with the well-known mobster.

Lugging the heavy cases into the trunk, you closed the lid and entered the backseat.

Before the driver could pull away, you rolled down the window and finally locked eyes with the brunette.

Bucky watched as a smile found your lips, and he began to feel hopeful. But the words that left your lips next shattered his aspirations.

“The next time you hear from me will be from my lawyer. I’m filing for divorce.”

And with that, Bucky watched as the cab drove away along with his self-sabotaged marriage.

It had been 3 weeks of radio silence from you and Bucky was an absolute mess. He tried to call you, visit your family and friends, and even used his connections with the NYPD. He did everything in his power to talk to you but you had ignored all efforts of communication.

His empire was slowly collapsing, due to his queen running away. He never admitted it, but the reason he had become so powerful over the years was due to you.

The effect you had on business partners and clientele gave him a leg up in the competition; everyone desperate to be in your presence, in any way shape or form.

Now with you not by his side, he was crumbling. His usual attire of 3 piece tailored suits were replaced with stained t-shirts and baggy sweats. Bucky’s hair was typically kept neat, not a strand out of place, but now it had become unruly, matching the scraggly beard he had developed.

During those 3 weeks, the brunette managed to drink through a plethora of liquor bottles. Finishing off every glass in hopes that it would somehow bring you back, but to no avail.

That night when you left, he threw Dolores onto the street, treating her like the trash that he should’ve when she started flirting with him that night at the club; ignoring the obvious wedding band on his left hand.

Unfortunately he couldn’t escape the sex-filled odor of his actions that soaked the bedroom, so he had it deep cleaned. The action was supposed to make him feel better, but it only made it worse when he realized that the sweet smell of your usual vanilla and caramel perfume was gone.

Bucky spent most days crying on your side of the bed, grasping onto a forgotten sweater of yours that had traces of your scent ingrained in the fabric.

Meanwhile, a few miles south in Greenwich Village, you sat in the office of Stephen Strange, a reputable divorce attorney.

It took a while before you were able to conjure up the courage to step foot into his office. But today you felt better than the days prior, finally wanting to get it all over with.

“So you don’t want any of the houses or the cars. You’re fine with just alimony?” he questioned, his coiffed hair bounced as he turned his head to the side watching you.

“Yes, just alimony, he can keep everything else. I don’t want anything else tied to him.”

He nodded along to your answer. He knew who your soon-to-be ex-husband was, but wasn’t scared of him. The Strange family had their own notoriety that made them a formidable opponent so he wasn’t worried about any backlash.

“So did you want to fi-,” his question cut short at the ring of your cell phone, the 17th time ever since you sat down less than an hour ago.

Growing tired of the nuisance ringing, you angrily picked up the phone, “Did I not say that the next time you’d hear from me would be from a lawyer? Or were you too busy thinking about your side pieces cunt to listen to what I had to say?”

You heard the sounds of a broken man wailing into your ear, the noise making your eyes roll.

“Please baby, I can’t do this without you. I’m so goddamn sorry. Just please give me one more chance.”

Your chest rose as you took a deep sigh, rubbing your temples in the process. “James, you couldn’t even wait 24 hours until I left the country for you to fuck somebody else. How the hell am I supposed to trust you? How do I know this was just a one time thing and you haven’t been making me look stupid for years?”

Stephen slyly listened as you yelled into your device, half-focusing on the papers in front of him.

Bucky had never heard you call him by his first name the entirety of your relationship, only addressing him with pet names. The government name sounded foreign, your tone filled with rage, as it ran off your tongue.

“Please sweetheart, it was only the one. I promise you. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, I feel like shit. I can’t sleep knowing that you’re not here anymore.”

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to maintain composure so that you didn’t cause a scene in the office space. “It’s kind of hard to believe you, considering the fact that I probably would’ve never found out if I didn’t come home early from my vacation.”

Bucky’s tears started to flow freely, he felt like he was in a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from. “Please (Y/N). I’ll do anything. Anything you want I’ll do, just please give me one more chance.”

The LED lights hanging from overhead, caught the pear cut diamond of your engagement ring. The unplanned action gathering your attention to the 40 carat jewel.

You sat there as your mind raced, pondering all possibilities when one particular thought came to the forefront of your mind. “Anything, huh? You’ll do anything I say?”

Bucky sat up from the plush bed, hopefulness rushing through him like a tidal wave. “Yes doll, anything. You name it, it’s done.”

A smile decorated your face, “Alright. Remember our first anniversary, we stayed in the honeymoon suite at The Hotel Indigo? Meet me there tomorrow night, 8:45.”

You ended the call before you could hear his response. Pulling up your text messages, you scrolled until you found the desired contact. You typed in a message, detailing your plan before sending it off.

Once you were finished, you met the questioning eyes of your lawyer.

“Well, as I was saying,” his voice laced with interest, “Did you want to file the papers or did you want to hold off on them?”

Bucky had arrived at the hotel ahead of schedule, but waited in the car, not wanting to arrive earlier than expected and ruin his chance of gaining you back.

He made sure to look his best. Getting his haircut and beard shaved, dressing in that black sleek suit with the red floral patterned shirt that he knew you loved so much.

It was 5 minutes until the designated time when he climbed out the vehicle and made his way into the lobby and towards the elevator. His intimidating presence alone made the hotel's occupants stop in their tracks and shy away from the mobster.

Once he climbed up the appropriate level, he nervously walked down the hall and towards the honeymoon suite. The sight of the door bringing back a flood of memories of the night they shared all those years ago.

His ringed hand knocked on the hardwood door, the sound echoing throughout the empty hall. When you opened it, he was met with a sight he never expected to see that evening.

You had donned a red lingerie set. The cups of your bra elevated your breasts, your ass was accentuated with a lace thong. There was a matching garter on your waist, the straps of it leading and connecting to a pair of mesh stockings; the feature allowed your freshly painted white toes to shine through.

You looked absolutely delectable and Bucky could’ve came in his pants right then and there if he didn’t control himself.

“Come on in,” you stated, your voice seemed devoid of emotion as you walked back into the room.

Bucky followed as he watched you sit down on the creme colored silk sheets, your manicured hand pointing to the placed chair in front of the bed. “Sit.”

Listening to your orders, he immediately sat down in the seat directly across from you.

“(Y/N), baby I can explain. I-”

His pleas were instantly cut short at the raise of your index finger, the simple action shutting him up.

“I’m not here to listen to your excuses. You said that you would do anything, right? Anything, and you’d do it without question?”

Bucky nodded along, not even noticing the smirk on your face or the honeyed tone from your lips. He was beyond desperate to get you back. “Yes sweetheart. I can’t lose you.”

You smiled at him, content with his answer. A few seconds later there was a knock at the door. “Oh, that must be room service.”

You sauntered to the door, trying not to seem too excited at the expected guest. Once you unlocked the door, you were met with the 6’6” Adonis himself.

“What the fuck are you doing here Thor?” Bucky yelled, furious that he was interrupting his personal moment and also due to the fact that he has now seen you in such an intimate way.

The blonde chuckled, the noise was guttural and mocking, as he made his way into the suite carrying a plastic bag. It’s evident contents pierced through the plastic. “Hello James. Lovely weather we are having tonight.”

Bucky stood up, getting into the blondes face, “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you need to get the fuck out now. You’re not welcomed here.”

“Actually he is. I invited him.”

Your confession had his eyes darting back and forth between you two, disbelief overwhelmed him. “Wh- what are you talking about (Y/N)?”

You made your way back to the bed, kneeling as the silk fabric caressed your legs. “Well, you said anything. And well, I realized that you won’t experience true pain, true heartbreak unless you feel what I felt that evening. So, you’re going to sit in that chair and watch as I let Thor fuck me.”

You couldn’t deny the fact that you found the blonde attractive. From his massive stature to his raucous and smokey voice that only accentuated his deep accent. You would always catch his wandering blue eyes whenever he came to visit for the weekly syndicate meetings. And though the thought of actually acting upon the urges never crossed your mind, you did always wonder what it would be like to lay with the Norse god-like man.

So when Bucky informed you yesterday that he would act on anything you desired, your first thought went to him. After scheduling the meet, you found Thor’s saved contact and told him about your plan. How you wanted to get back at your cheating, scumbag husband in the worst way possible.

You weren’t expecting him to agree so suddenly, his accepting response sent in not even 2 minutes after. He even said he would bring a special something to make sure everything went according to plan.

Which brings you back to this unfolding moment.

Bucky’s lips sputtered like a fish out of water, trying to form a sentence but was completely flabbergasted. “W- why him? Why this? Isn’t there anything else, something else I can do to prove how sorry I am?”

“The only way you’ll know what it feels like to watch your spouse fuck somebody else, is to actually watch them fuck somebody else. So it’s this way or the highway, take your pick.”

Bucky stood there and weighed his options. The thought of another man touching what was his made bile rise in his throat. But if letting Thor fuck you just this once would guarantee that he wouldn’t lose you, then that’s the price he would have to pay for his actions.

With a heavy sigh, he nodded his head. “Fine, if this is what I have to sit through I’ll do it. I’ll do anything to get you back, doll.”

Thor clapped his hands together, the mighty sound rang in your ears. “Perfect, now we will just need one more thing before we get this party started.”

Reaching into the hardware store bag, the man produced a lengthy amount of rope.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with that?” screeched the brunette.

Thor looked at you, silently asking for approval, and was grateful that you nodded to his request.

“This is to make sure you do not get up and try to stop me. Or punch me. It’s for both actually.”

Bucky looked at you, silently pleading to stop this madness but you looked at him with daring eyes, trying to see if he actually wanted you as much as he cried out.

Knowing that his efforts were going nowhere, he sighed and made his way to the chair, sitting down and resting his arms on the wooden rests.

You watched as Thor securely tied him to the chair, tightly restraining every part of Buckys’ body, making sure there was no chance of a sudden escape.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he made his way to the bed, staring down at you. “Oh my dove, I have wanted to do so many things to you the second I met you. He is a fucking imbecile to stray away from a goddess like you.”

His intense gaze and pet name had you giggling, you felt heat rise up your body and warm your face.

“You better not even think about cumming inside of her!” Bucky interjected, his arms testing out the durability of the knots.

The two of you, lost in each other’s embraces, ignored the pleas of the restrained man.

“I am going to make you feel like a queen amongst men when I’m finished with you little one.”

And with that, the blondes hand latched onto your throat, dragging you to your feet to stand in front of Bucky.

With your back pressed against his front, Thor’s hands glided across your body. His rough and large hands were a stark contrast to the soft, suppleness of your frame.

A breathy sigh left you at the stimulation as he continued to massage your body. His warm palms cupped your breasts through your bra, fondling the fleshy mounds while his thumbs stroked your covered nipples. “Oh, Thor.”

All the blonde could do was smile at his dream come true unfolding. He had a crush on you the moment he saw you enter the meeting room of your shared home with Bucky years ago. Dressed in a pair of tight leggings and a crop top, he could barely contain the desire that flooded his being at the sight of you.

So he did everything in his power to break the two of you up, even joining in on the other leader's tirades of convincing the brunette to cheat.

When he heard that you had uncovered the truth he was overjoyed, even more so when he got that glorious text from you yesterday.

So he here was, groping and fondling your body with the grace that you deserved.

“That’s it love, just relax,” he purred in your ear.

Reaching behind and unclasping your bra, he removed the lace material to unveil you to him. Turning you to the side, he bent down a tad to take your left nipple into his mouth. His taut tongue swirling around your hardening peak made you press your chest deeper into the man as your back arched.

With your tit in his mouth, he occupied his hands by grabbing handfuls of your ass, relishing in the soft feel of them. Bringing a hand up, he collided his palm with your flesh, a loud spanking noise ringing out. The feeling of the metal rings he wore imprinting your ass made you lewdly moan into the air.

Your hands grasped the sides of his face, pulling him up to tower back over you. With his suit jacket in your hands, you began to strip him of his attire; starting with his jacket, unbuttoning his dress shirt, and finally removing his belt out of the metal clasp and pulling the leather out of the belt loops.

Looking deep into his eyes, you sank to your knees, tugging his slacks down in the process. Thor’s bulge was prominent through the thin pair of black briefs he wore, his hard on pleading to be free from its confines.

With your hands in the waistband of his briefs, you tugged them down his long legs, only stopping until you heard the thunderous noise of his heavy cock smacking against his abdomen.

You looked up at his manhood with your mouth agape and eyes bulged. Buckys’ cock was big, but Thors’ was huge.

The red mushroom tip was heavily leaking precum, the secretion already sliding down his stomach. His length was thick and veiny and his balls were heavy, the sight making you salivate.

Reaching up, grasping the base of him, his girth only allowing you to circle half of it. Thor sighed in relief at the feel of your soft hand easing his ache. “Ahh, you see what you do to me my love?”

Thor watched you look up at him as you took his head into your mouth, sucking and lapping up his precum.

You knew due to his girth it was going to be tough to take it down your throat, but you were determined to consume as much of him as possible.

Pulling away, you spit on his cock and begin rubbing to get it slick before shoving it back into your mouth.

“Oh yes, little one. Such a perfect mouth of yours.”

You could only take a third of him but you stroked what you couldn’t with your hands.

Bucky sat and watched as you pleasured the blonde, his heart breaking in the process. He knew that his punishment had only just begun but he didn’t know if he could handle watching anymore of it.

Thor grabbed onto the top of your head so that way you could look your husband in the eyes. He bucked into your mouth, the tip of him poking into your cheek and extending the fleshy muscle. “How in the world could you ever stray from a perfect little mouth like this one James? Feels like fucking heaven.”

His taunting words had the brunette tug at the binds, desperate to remove him from you.

“Now as much as I am enjoying your tongue,” the blonde began as he removed you from him, “I need a taste of your sweet cunt.”

Pulling you up by under your shoulders, he lifted you onto the bed. He wasted no time in ripping your thong to shreds before diving in tongue first.

“Oh fuck yes!”

You felt his tongue dart through your slick lips, tasting every crevice of your core before sucking on your clit. The action made your back arch and your cunt press more into his mouth.

Thor placed his left hand on your stomach, pushing down to restrain you. With his right, he pushed his middle and ring finger into your sopping heat. Every push and pull of his digits caused the fire to bloom in your core. Your juices leaked out and soaked his face and ringed hand, making the metal glisten under the light.

He felt your walls tighten and spasm, your impending orgasm evident. Thor sped up his motions with his hand and applied more pressure to your mound with his tongue until he felt your juices squirt out and a loud moan ring in the air. “God- fuck!”

The blonde finger fucked you through your release, until you were a panting mess. Removing his fingers he placed them in his mouth, sucking off your essence and making sure to be loud enough for the tied man to hear him. “You taste absolutely divine, my dove.”

Thor’s cock bobbed at the sight before him; your body spread out as your eyes were hooded, rising chest, and swollen cunt. You were a sight for sore eyes.

Even though you had just experienced an orgasm, you desperately wanted more so you reached out to him with grabby hands directed towards his cock. The action caused a booming laugh to escape him.

“Needy little thing I see,” Thor taunted, “I guess you needed a real man to show you how it’s done.”

All that flashed through Bucky's mind were thoughts of murdering the blonde with his bare hands. “You’re lucky you tied me to this fucking chair otherwise you’d be dead on the floor already.”

Thor ignored his threats as he pulled you up and into him, your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you until he was right in front of the brunette. Placing you down on the floor, he manhandled your body until you were bent down, your hands holding onto Bucky’s forearms with your face directly in front of his.

He held the base of his cock, using it to run through your folds and getting it slick with your essence.

“Here little one. Let me show you how it feels to actually be fucked.”

A sharp yelp turned moan ripped through you at the sudden intrusion. Thor's cock filled you up in crevices of your cunt that you didn't know you had. He wasn't even fully sheathed inside of you and yet you felt so full. “Ahh- oh god.”

“Fucking hell princess, such a tight cunt,” spoke Thor through battered breaths.

With the compromising position you were in, Bucky felt every sharp breath leave your lips and waft over his face. Every buck of the blonde's hips pushed your frame into his. He watched your eyes roll back into your skull due to ecstasy. Ecstasy that, for the first time in your marriage, he wasn’t the cause of.

“Yes Thor, fuck, just like that.”

You felt the man behind grab onto your hips and pummel inside of you. You felt every ridge of his cock drag against your spasming walls.

The pace he had set was brutal, making you feel how badly he wanted- needed this.

Thor needed to show you what true bliss felt like. He needed to show you how you didn’t need the pathetic excuse of a man in front of you. And more importantly, he needed to show Bucky how much of a dumbass he was for thinking he needed anyone else but you.

He pulled out of you, much to your dismay, before trudging you back to the bed. He sat down on the edge and maneuvered your body to where your back was pressed against him once again while your legs were spread out on either side of his thighs. The position left you bare to the restrained man, allowing him to watch everything that was about to be performed to your soaked cunt.

Thor moved your right arm to sling across his shoulders, allowing the two of you to watch your victim. With both hands on your waist, he raised your body up and sunk you down on his shaft. A content sigh came from you both.

“You feel so warm my dove,” he cooed only loud enough for you to hear, “I could get used to this pussy wrapped around my cock for the rest of my days.”

You moaned at his statement while locking eyes with Bucky.

He unwillingly sat there and watched Thor piston into you. His sharp thrusts continuously impaled you as he matched them by bringing your hips down, creating a sweet tempo.

By the feel of your channel tightening around his cock, he could tell your second orgasm of the night was imminent.

Moving a hand down to your cunt, he rubbed taut circles to your numb, drawing a frenzied cry from you. “Oh yes! Fuck yes, please don’t stop!”

He laughed at your unadulterated request, “Would not dream of such a thing.”

Your head flew back in ecstasy as he continued fucking into you while rubbing on your clit, the pleasure becoming all-consuming.

“Look up,” Thor ordered you, “Look at your husband. Look how pathetic he looks as he watches his wife getting properly fucked. He cannot tear his eyes away from your delicious cunt. Poor bastard even has a hardon at the glorious sight of you taking every inch of me.”

And it was true. Even though Bucky hated the scene in front of him, he couldn’t deny the fact that it had him hot and bothered. The way your breasts bounced and the sounds of his- your squelching pussy had him in a daze.

Thor proceeded with his actions until he heard a mighty shout from you. “Yes- yes I’m cumming!”

He felt your cunt squeeze the life out of him as your juices soaked his cock and thighs. His thrusts began to dwindle down, trying to stave off his own release.

You felt like jelly against the mass of muscle pressed into your back. The two orgasms you experienced felt better than anything Bucky had ever given you in your 7 years of marriage.

Sensing your exhaustion, Thor slung his arm around your torso, keeping you upright. With you secure in his arm, he stood up and walked you around the side of the bed, then crawling onto the mattress. He flipped you onto your back causing you to stare back at him.

He maneuvered his hips until his dick caught onto your hole before slowly sinking in, your warmth engulfing him yet again. “Princess, you're going to be the death of me,” Thor spoke through clenched teeth, making you giggle.

With this new position came a new pace. What began as brutal and quick thrusts turned into slow and deep ones. He made sure to make you feel every ridge and every inch of him. The curve of his dick made your walls flutter around him, the stimulation driving the you two wild.

The both of your foreheads were pressed against each other, your eyes locked in as you savored the moment together.

So lost in the moment, you forgot all about Bucky sitting there watching. So far gone that you didn't register him crying.

Bucky had never thought he could feel true heartbreak until then. When he first got with Dolores, he thought about the off chance of you finding out, but he thought the revelation would be something you would be able to get over.

But sitting there, watching the love of his life being pleasured beyond belief by another man, he finally knew what you felt that evening when you walked in on him.

His chest was hot and heavy as agony filled it, tears fell down his face, and his whole body shook due to quiet sobs. “Please, please (Y/N). I get it. Just please stop.”

The pleas of the broken man fell on deaf ears as you and Thor were lost in your own world. The heavy weight of his large frame was comforting as he slowly drove into you. His hot breath warmed up your face as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with both lust and admiration.

“Who does this pussy belong to, my love?” He quietly questioned, directed only to you.

“It's yours Thor. It's all yours.”

With a content smile, he leant down and connected his lips with yours. His kisses were hungry, desperate even. Thor etched the comforting feel of your lips against his own in his mind.

Your mouth opened, giving the blonde the chance to slither his tongue into you. The wet feel of his tongue massaging your own, paired with his leisurely thrusts brought you to a blissful stupor.

You were both close, your breathy moans signaling your impending third orgasm were swallowed by the man above you.

Though his thrusts were still languid, Thor added a bit more power to them. His soft head repeatedly nudging your g-spot. Every impact from his cock made you lose a bit of reality as your core began to bloom.

“Cum in me,” you breathed into his mouth, “Cum in me and I’m all yours.”

With your blissful words filling his head, he delivered a few more passionate thrusts into your heat until you both came with a shout.

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

Even though you were blissed out beyond belief, you felt Thor’s cock pump and coat your walls with his cum. Heavy amounts of his seed spilled out from your battered cunt, sliding down and staining the sheets below.

His thrusts continued but were slowed, all of his focus still on molding his lips to yours, drinking in the heavenly taste of you.

Once he had completely emptied himself inside of you, he removed his lips from yours and smiled. “You are mine forever, little dove. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”

You looked up at him with a dopey smile and eyelids heavy with lust. It was at that moment that you heard the sobs coming from Bucky.

Looking to the side, you watched as the brunettes head was down as he cried out, but quickly returned your attention to the man above.

“Take me home Thor.”

The blonde removed himself from you to search for his clothes. Picking up the stray material of his dress shirt, he waited for you to sit up before dressing you in it.

“Wait,” Bucky interjected, “What are you doing?”

With shaky legs, you got up from the mattress and went to the bedside table where a manila folder had been sitting; your cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bedroom carpet. Picking up the packet, you walked in front of Bucky and placed it, as well as your wedding ring, on his lap.

“Here are the divorce papers,” you avowed, “Make sure to sign them right away.”

Once he had put back on the remainder of his clothes, Thor went and picked you up bridal style and headed towards the door, leaving your now ex-husband to reflect by his lonesome.

“B-but you said-” the brunette bewailed, his eyes bloodshot and full of tears.

Looking over at the man, you laughed, “Did you really think you could have your cake and eat it too? That’s not how it works James. Have a nice life, I hope she was worth it.”

And with that, Thor whisked you away, down the hotel and towards the awaiting car, leaving the broken man tied to the chair.

Bucky was now a shattered being. Though part of him felt pure rage, his emotions were more consumed with grief. He had lost the greatest thing to ever happen to him, all because of his stupid desires.

So he unwillingly sat there, tears flowing uncontrollably as he wallowed in his self pity, regretting all of his choices knowing that he had now just lost you forever.

A/N: whew, this was a hot concept. i absolutely love cheating fics for some reason but i hate it when they make reader get back together with them, so decided to change that.

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The Box

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Tony finds Peter’s box of condoms and confronts you

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“Do either of you want to explain this?”

To punctuate his sentence, Tony slammed a small box of condoms down on the table in front of you. You immediately recognized the packaging and looked at Peter in fear. Peter looked just as scared, but gave your knee a squeeze to assure you that he had it handled.

“Um,” he gulped, “it’s a box of-“

“I know what it’s a box of.” Tony cut him off. “Actually, I knew what it used to be a box of. But for some reason…”

Tony dumped the box over and all but two condoms fell out. Your eyes somehow went even wider as the situation somehow got even worse. You knew it couldn’t be a good thing when Tony called you and Peter into the living room, you just never imagined it would be this bad.

“It’s empty.” He continued. “Can either of you heathens tell me why it’s empty?”

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I really need more twilight x avengers. Ultimate team up bro.

Its a family name.

This is a fun little story I created when my friend reminded me that Carlisle Cullen is richer than Tony Stark. Anything that doesn't make sense for either fandom plotline just ignore it this is for fun.

I just imagine Tony one day coming across a BuzzFeed Top 10 richest men article and feeling so smug until he sees he's like just behind some random ass doctor from Washington and he spends weeks complaining to the rest of the team about it like,

Come on guys, something is clearly up with that family they have 7 kids and one working parent?? No doctor is that good, no offence Strange, but seriously Washington isn't even that long a flight

and they're just so fucking over it like,

Tony leave them alone their a normal civilian family living their lives let them be.

Then the Cullens are there at the same time fighting the newborn army setting that shit on fire.

Tony then googles their family tree cause we know that man wouldn't drop it, and he sees a trail of money going from account to account every 60 years or so for like centuries under the name Carlisle Cullen. Eventually, he flies to Washington and confronts them and the Cullens obviously know he's coming i mean they've got Alice and Edward on that immediately and Tony is like

So, Adams family, what's the deal.

Carlisle is just like, yeah man it's a family name Idk what to tell you. he points to jasper or someone and is like, this is my kid Carlisle. And hands him some fake birth certificate cause he's a doctor he could and tony can't find anything wrong with it so he just gives up and leaves.

Years later, the Avengers are about to fight Thanos or whoever and Nick Fury comes in saying he called in a favour with some old friends and before they come in he tells the team about the existence of vampires and werewolves and everyone is shocked af and tony has long forgotten the Cullens until they walk in and Carlisle is like,

Yeah, sure we can help but we're gonna need someone to look after my granddaughter.

They bring out their freaky little toddler looking baby and Clint is like, oh cute I have kids too, what's her name? and Carlisle looks Tony right in the eye and says

Carlisle, Carlisle Cullen. It's a family name.

hehehehehhehehehe

Madness, Thy name is Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky put on a show for the team.

Words: 685

Warnings: public sex, language, smut

A/N: Smol drabblee

MASTERLIST

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“What the fuck?”

You heard Tony’s voice ringing, but you were too caught up getting railed by Bucky to give a flying fuck. Your boyfriend didn’t care either and kept thrusting, the slapping sound of your bodies echoing in the kitchen.

“Guys, we eat here!” Sam moaned out.

“Oh yes, we do. I ate her out before putting my dick in her” Bucky said over his shoulder and you grabbed his face to give him a dirty kiss. Here you were in the Avenger’s kitchen getting the shit fucked out of you in full view of your teammates. Well, they probably couldn’t see much of you as it was blocked by Bucky’s body over you, but they sure could see your legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging in, urging him to go faster.

The team had walked in on a beautiful display of you against the kitchen counter, moaning and sweaty limbs sliding on the marble. Steve had taken one look, gave a loud groan and walked straight out, too tired for your shit. Nat and Clint had actually laughed and looked ready to take a seat and watch before Bruce grabbed them by their necks and tugged them out. It only left Sam who was torn between fascination and disgust and Tony, who was struck with his thousands of dollars’ worth of kitchen top getting defiled by your bodily fluids.

“What the fuck, Barnes! And Y/n?” Tony shouted, while Bucky and you kept going at each other absolutely shamelessly. Your grandma could have walked in and you wouldn’t care as long as Buck kept scratching the itch inside you just like that.

“Why?” Sam was crying and pacing.

“You’re paying for the sanitization! The mess you’ve made!” Tony said, losing his shit.

“Don’t worry Stark, we won’t make too much mess. I’m gonna cum inside her, ain’t that right darling?” Bucky said and you nodded, clenching hard. Getting caught was your kink and your voice started reaching new levels of high with each passing second. Soon enough you clamped hard on Bucky’s cock, your heat washing over him with a scream and triggering his own release. You both stilled, him still deep in you and both wearing satisfied smiles on your face.

“Oh god, what did I just see?” Sam was still pacing, and you chuckled.

“You fucking hypocrite, Wilson, we’ve seen your round browns humping in the open enough times!” You said and Bucky grinned, pulling out of you slowly and reaching for his t-shirt to pull over you. He pulled on his boxers and you both finally turned to see your audience.

It had started with Bucky charging into your room today with vengeance on his face and unbuttoning his pants.

“Take off your clothes, we’re fucking in the kitchen today.” He had said.

Now that you had fucked in the kitchen, Bucky gave Tony a smug smile and pulled you into his side.

“What was that you’d said about me not having an interesting sex life, Stark?” He taunted and Tony’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why you gave us a show? Because I made a comment?” Tony asked, aghast.

“Oh no pal this was the trailer. You’d get to see the show for the whole week. Me and my girl are gonna christen every room in the compound, in your plain sight. By the time this week is over, you’ll regret saying my sex life is boring.”

Bucky strutted out of the kitchen in his boxers, smacking a hysterical Sam on his head before leaving. You stayed back to collect the rest of your clothes and gave Tony a sheepish smile.

“Please tell me he was kidding.” Tony said to you.

“Sorry Tones, but if my man wants to dick me, I’m gonna let him dick me.” You said and winked making him cover his face.

As you were walking away you heard Tony fiddling in the kitchen cabinets and Sam asked, “What are you looking for man?”

“Bleach, to wipe my memories. And my scotch. I’m gonna need a whole lot of that to get through this week.

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This definitely happened.

Bucky Barnes : You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Steve Rogers : I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Bucky Barnes : Absolutely not.

This definitely happened.

Natasha Romanoff : I can explain.

Steve Rogers : Can you?

Natasha Romanoff : If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

My knife + blood kink is going OFF!

Hit Me

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x enhanced!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Pietro’s a smug bastard during your private training session until you hit him

Warnings: use of knives, reader has trajectory manipulation like Diego from tua, pietro being a little shit, pietro gets a little injured but kinda deserves it

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Come on, you have to try harder than that printsessa.

Your head whips around and the knife in your hand flies through the air before lodging itself in the wall.

I'm not even going that fast.

You huff as you hear the arrogant Sokovian now on the other side of the room but you're quick too. You pull another knife from your belt and throw it in his direction. Predicting he'll go left, you focus your energy to curve the knife to the left but he goes right and it hits the wall again. You take another knife and throw it at the wall out of anger, you're on hour three of this ridiculous training exercise and you haven't hit the stupid speedster once.

Are you giving up little one?

He stops right next to the knife you just lodged into the wall and pulls it out. He flips it around a couple of times before he zooms off again. You're exhausted, but you're also determined that you're gonna hit him and you're not one to give up. So you close your eyes and suck in a deep breath, trying to focus your mind that's been clouded by his taunts that have melded into frustration. Your hand finds your belt and pulls another knife from its holster, you're listening for his movements before raising your arm and releasing the knife.

Oh so close.

Your eyes open and he's in front of you again, your eyes scan him looking for a knife to be sticking out of him but you only find a slight tear in the arm of his shirt. Before you can even say a word about how that should count, he's run off again. Anger floods you again and you pull knife after knife out of your belt and fling them one by one in the direction of the blue streak.

Are you even trying?

He laughs as you pull another knife and throw it at him before he darts just a few feet away. Then as you reach for another you feel a gust of air and something cold against your neck.

Got you.

Your head goes fuzzy for a second. Breathe. Then in a second, you've elbowed him in the ribs and his hand drops the knife. You catch it with ease and turn to place it to his neck and pushing him against the wall hard.

You were saying speedy?

He just blinks for a second before he smiles and his smile makes you angrier because you got him, finally, you'd got him after three goddamn hours.

Doesn't count but you're hot when you're angry.

You blink and he's gone and your cheeks are flushing at his words. You shake your head trying to rid it of the indecent thoughts of him it was conjuring. He's trying to get in your head, trying to throw you off. That's what you're telling yourself anyway so you can focus. Your breath shudders when he stops behind you and speaks right in your ear.

Come on, hit me.

Okay now he's actually asking for it, you watch the blue streaks bounce around the room and you clear your mind again. You throw the knife in your hand and move it in the air to follow the blue streak, this time willing it to speed up as it takes turn after turn and then you hear him yelp. For a split second, you feel victorious until guilt washes over you. Quickly you turn toward the sound and Pietro is stood with a hand over his ear.

I'm sorry, are you okay?

He laughs again and your face screws up in confusion as you approach him. You can see the little drops of blood on the shoulder of his shirt and you panic that you hit him somewhere he didn't have Tony's high tech armour.

Why are you saying sorry? You were trying to hit me no?

He's still got a smile on his face when he pulls his hand away from his head, he wipes his hand against his trousers and you can only see a small cut on the edge of his ear but you still instinctively reach your hand up to brush his hair out of the way and check for more injury.

I am okay Y/N.

His head turns so he can look you in the eye, your hand rests on the back of his neck and you don't know what overcomes you but you pull him toward you and you're kissing him. Your mind explodes because two minutes ago you were pissed at him for being an ass for the last few hours and now you're kissing him and you like it? You go to pull away but his hands are on your face pulling you closer. You have to pull away again though because you've lost the ability to breathe. Panic floods his face and his hands drop from your face.

I'm sorry, I thought you-

No, no, I do. I want to. I just need air.

You splutter out the words before he thinks you didn't want him to pull you closer because you did, you just didn't expect him to and he quite literally knocked all the air out of your lungs. One of his hands comes back up to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek while his other hand anchors itself on your hip. Your own hands go to his face so you can pull him into you again.

Is everything okay?

Wanda's panicked voice floods the room with the sound of a door slamming against the wall. You pull away from Pietro instantly and turn toward the other Sokovian. Wanda pauses for a second, tilting her head and looking at the way her brother is stood so close behind you and the blush coating your cheeks and her lips slowly turn upwards. She knows exactly what she's just walked into and if she didn't you're sure she could've got all the information she needed from Pietro's way too loud mind.

Oh, I see that everything's fine here. Sorry for... interrupting.

She gives her brother a look and you can only assume they're communicating to each other through their thoughts. Then she's turned around and is out of the room before you can formulate a sentence explaining what she just walked in on.

So, we're going to do that again yes?

The smug tone in his voice makes you laugh and bury your face into your hands. His hands land on your hips to turn you around and face him. When you slide your hands down your face he's looking down at you and licking his lips. He goes to move in for another kiss but just meets the palm of your hand, he pulls away with a confused look.

Not until I live down the embarrassment of your sister just walking in on us and not until you get this cleaned up.

An unpleased sound, that makes you laugh, comes out of his mouth at your words. Your hand combs through his hair again, moving it away from the cut and his eyes close. You take the opportunity to kiss him once again quickly and he smiles when he opens his eyes to see you looking up at him. You could both get used to ending training like this every day.