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lunarbuck · 1 year

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Baby, It's Cold Outside (Stuckyxf!reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

WC: 4.3k

Summary: You’ve been friends with Steve and Bucky for quite some time, but when you accept to spend the holidays with them in a cabin, friendship evolves into something more.

Warnings: friends to lovers <3, stucky, fluff, smut (p in v, p in a?), anal, oral (m and f receiving), threesome - F/M/M, polyamory, pet names [doll, baby, princess], unprotected sex

A/N: not only is this my first time writing a Steve fic, it’s also my first time writing for a threesome… please let me know how I did/if this is something you’d like to see more of :) please also let me know if I did anything wrong!!! I want to learn <3 beta’d by the literal best, @lfnr-blog-blog-blog 💕

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The holidays are always a tricky time of year. No one has a perfect family, and even if that problem-free family exists, you bet even they have some trouble around the holidays. You know from experience that the holiday season brings out the worst in people, so when Bucky and Steve offered to have a holiday celebration with just the three of you, you couldn’t pass it up.

You’d gone just a little overboard with their presents, but how could you not? The two of them treat you better than anyone else in your life, and you just want to show them you’re thankful.

So now, as you sit in the backseat of the car, watching the world fly by, you’re thankful that the world brought the three of you together.

You’d been working at the Tower for some time before you ever crossed paths with Captain America and his friend, the Winter Soldier. Honestly, working in legal, it was bound to happen. It was an instant connection, and you’ve been friends ever since. Inseparable, practically attached at the hip.

Steve drives carefully as he eases off the highway and onto a little side road, taking the three of you further away from civilization and closer to the cozy little cabin you’ll be staying in for the next few days.

It’s easy to lose yourself as you watch Steve drive. The way his strong hands grip the steering wheel, the way his blue eyes reflect the bright winter sky. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of him that way. Who hasn’t? He’s America’s golden boy, the man of your dreams.

And Bucky… oh Bucky, your thoughts about him are simply unholy. The quiet, brooding partner to America’s sweetheart. As you’ve gotten to know Bucky, you’ve come to understand that there’s more to him than meets the eye, but you love the darkness that settles just below the surface.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Bucky turns and glances back at you from the passenger seat. “How you doin’ back there, doll?” He asks, a soft smile on his lips.

“Oh, I’m fine, Sarge,” you reply, smiling back. He gives you a wink before turning back in his seat.

You’re not sure how you’ll survive three days in a cabin with the two of them; there are so many variables… so many different ways this could send you up shit’s creek without a paddle.

You’re not going to lie; the past two days have been… tough, to say the least. There have been so many innocent touches and sweet smiles that you can’t tell what’s real and what’s your fantasy anymore.

Tonight is the official gift exchange. You’re excited for the boys to open your gifts; you tried so hard to find the perfect items. After changing into a pair of flannel PJ pants, you make your way out into the cabin’s main room.

You each have your own rooms, but each night you’ve been desperate to sneak into Steve or Bucky’s room and just see what happens. You haven’t had enough courage to do it, and part of you had hoped that one of them would do the sneaking.

You push the thoughts from your mind as the three of you gather in front of the roaring fireplace. There’s a sizable pile of gifts scattered around, more than you’d expect for a group of three, but you certainly don’t mind.

Steve and Bucky both wear similar attire to you, tight short-sleeved t-shirts, Steve in white and Bucky in black, as well as matching flannel pants.

The boys hand out the gifts, making three separate piles for each person. Butterflies flit in your belly as you run your eyes over their straining muscles. Their shirts are too small, and you can practically see everything. But you’re not complaining. No, not one bit.

“Okay, who’s starting?” Steve asks, sitting back on his heels.

“Youngest to oldest,” Bucky suggests, grinning. Steve rolls his eyes but nods, looking to you to pick your first gift.

Torn wrapping paper litters the floor, and Steve waves around the garbage bag again in an attempt to get you and Bucky to clean up after yourselves. The two of you just laugh and crumple up the paper into little balls, chucking them at Steve.

“You keep that up, and I’ll take away the rest of the presents,” Steve scolds, though his smile is big and bright, so you know he’s not upset.

There’s only one gift left for each of you, so once the little paper fight has ended and you all settle down, you begin to peel the paper off your gift.

Inside is a thin black box that you know for sure contains jewelry. Your heart thuds in your chest as you pop the box open. Inside is a simple silver necklace with a beautiful blue topaz stone shaped like a teardrop hanging from the chain. Even though Steve and Bucky have different shades of blue in their eyes, somehow, this stone perfectly encapsulates both.

Tears well in your eyes as Steve and Bucky both move to sit beside you. Bucky sweeps your hair to the side, freeing your neck for Steve to place the necklace.

“What’re you crying for?” Steve asks, brushing a stray tear away from your cheek. You sniffle a little and laugh, wiping your face.

“It’s just the perfect gift,” you reply, looking between Bucky and Steve. The way they look at you is heated, possessive, almost, but you shake your head a little and tell yourself you imagine it.

Bucky lets his fingers linger on your skin for just longer than he should before the two of them return to their seats on the floor.

Steve opens his gift next; it’s from you. He tears open the present like a little kid, grinning from ear to ear. Inside, he finds a new set of paints that were a bitch to find. He’d been talking about trying out a new style, and this one brand of paints would be perfect, so of course, you had to find him.

He gapes at the paints for a moment before wrapping you in a giant hug. “You’re the best,” he whispers into your shoulder before releasing you.

By the time you recover from the embrace, Bucky is already opening his last gift, also from you. It’s a first-edition print of The Hobbit. The way Bucky looks from you to the book speaks volumes, and you’re about to tear up again.

Tonight went so much better than you thought it would. You’re so happy to be here, with them, in this cabin, on a perfect winter night. The snow has been coming in pretty steadily, but you don’t care one bit.

The three of you clean up, casually talking about work and other things happening in your lives, and once the main room is tidied, you realize how late it is.

It’s almost midnight, and Steve never shuts up about his bedtime. Bucky gives him shit for it, teasing him for needing the beauty sleep, but a good sleep routine is necessary for your line of work, so you don’t mind.

But you don’t want tonight to end. Tomorrow, you’ll have to pack up and return to the real world.

Fuck that. Fuck the real world.

“You headin’ to bed?” Bucky asks Steve as the two of them toss the trash bags by the back door. Instead of responding, Steve just stares at you, lips slightly parted. You cock an eyebrow at him, confused.

“It’s way past your bedtime, old man,” you tease, hoping to clear the air of the odd tension that’s fallen over the three of you.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?” Steve suggests, leaning against the wall. “My room has the biggest TV.” Bucky smiles, and you nod along. A movie sounds nice.

Never mind, a movie is torture. Bucky and Steve lay on either side of you, and you’re practically frozen where you sit. If you move even an inch, you’ll be pressed up against a muscular chest. As much as you’d like to be pressed against one of them, you’re not sure how they’d feel about it. Sure, it was Steve’s idea to watch the movie in his room, but that doesn’t mean he was consenting to you being all over him.

Bucky’s vibranium fingers trace little patterns on your arms, sending shivers through you, but you try to pretend like you don’t notice. You’re worried that if you acknowledge it, he’ll stop.

The credits roll on the cheesy holiday movie Steve had picked, and you slowly push yourself upright. You huff a bit of a breath, and both men look at you curiously.

“Well, it’s late,” you say, shifting yourself down the bed to avoid crawling over Steve or Bucky. “I should probably head to bed.” You nearly run into the dresser, feeling around for your slippers.

“Awe, come on,” Bucky practically whines from the bed. “The night is still young.” Even though you can’t see him in the dark, you know he’s wiggling his eyebrows in a way that makes your heart squeeze.

“I– I really can’t stay,” you say, fumbling over the words as you make your way toward the door. There’s movement behind you, sheets rustling, then suddenly, a presence right behind you. If you took a big breath, you’d be pressed against him.

“But baby, it’s cold outside,” Bucky tells you, placing his hands on your hips. His warmth envelops you from behind, begging you to sink into his embrace. You shiver.

“Tonight was,” your voice falters as you search for the words. “Amazing, but really, I should head to my room.”

“Baby,” Steve whispers, suddenly stepping in front of you, blocking your access to the door. “It’s cold outside.”

Even in the darkness, you can see the way he’s looking at you. You could drown in it. The heat of his gaze sends fire sweeping through you; it settles in your belly and makes you ache.

Bucky gently tugs you back into his chest, pressing you against him. Steve closes the distance, and you’re surrounded by them.

“You’re like ice, princess,” Bucky mumbles into your ear, nudging your neck with his nose. “Let us warm you up.”

Steve’s hands cup your jaw on either side, tilting your head up. His bright blue eyes shine despite the lack of light. “Is this okay for you?” He asks sweetly, thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks.

“Yes,” you breathe, a weight seeming to lift from your shoulders. Steve leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, sending electricity shooting down your spine. Steve kisses you like he’s tasting you, like you’re a porcelain doll he doesn’t want to damage.

Bucky litters kisses along your neck, sucking and nipping at all the sensitive spots. He’s leaving marks, but you don’t mind. Your right hand reaches out for Steve while your left feels back for Bucky. Both men react to your touch, pressing even closer to you.

“You know how long we’ve wanted this?” Bucky whispers into your ear. Steve keeps kissing you, swallowing the little moan you release. “The day we saw you, we knew.”

Steve releases you from the kiss and uses his grip on your head to turn you toward Bucky. His eyes are darker than Steves’s, not only in color but in intention. It makes your legs feel like jelly.

“I want you too,” you reply, the words slipping from your lips before you can stop them. Bucky grins and leans down, capturing you in a heated kiss. Steve’s hands drift down your neck, feeling the little marks Bucky left before reaching the neckline of your shirt.

You pull away from Bucky only long enough to tug your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere in the dark room. Steve sucks in a breath at the sight of you in your bra, and you practically glow at his reaction.

“You’re so beautiful,” Steve mumbles, leaving a trail of kisses from your collarbone, down your sternum, and between the valley of your breasts. He kneels in front of you as his fingers find the clasp of your bra at your back. He undoes it and carefully slides the garment off you, exposing you to his gaze.

“Stevie’s been craving you,” Bucky muses at your ear, hands sliding beneath your arms to grasp your tits. His vibranium fingers are cold in contrast to his flesh hand, and you moan at the feeling. “He’s so eager to please you.” His fingers tweak your nipples before heading south. His left hand finds Steve’s head, spearing his fingers through the blond’s hair. “Why don’t you tell our girl what you told me before this trip,” Bucky says to Steve. Your blood rushes in your ears. How is this real?

Steve gazes up at you with stars in his eyes. “I want to taste you,” the man practically moans. “I need it.” Bucky makes a sound, and Steve’s eyes shift to him. That must not’ve been the answer Bucky was looking for.

“Come on, Stevie, tell her exactly what you said.” You reach out and run your fingers along Steve’s jaw, silently telling him that you won’t judge him.

“I need you like I need to breathe, I need to feel you, need to taste you. I want to taste you on Bucky’s cock. I want to taste myself in your pussy.” You were already wet before, but now you’re soaked. The needy tone of Steve’s voice, the possessive grip Bucky has on both of you, it’s almost too much. It’s not quite enough.

Steve brings his lips to your breasts, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples while his fingers play with the other. You lean back into Bucky’s muscular body, and he holds you upright, letting his hands roam your body.

You’ve never been with two men, but the thought had undoubtedly crossed your mind when fantasizing about these two.

“You gonna let him taste you?” Bucky asks, teasing the waistband of your pants, slowly dipping his fingers beneath the elastic. “You gonna give Stevie what he needs?”

All you can do is nod and let Bucky and Steve tug your pants down. They help you step out of the pooling fabric before Steve is pressing his lips against your panties, breathing you in.

His fingers grip your hips and ass, digging into your flesh and muscles. He eats you out over your panties, driving you wild with the need to feel him directly.

“Please, please,” you beg, arching your back to get your point across. Bucky chuckles and reaches down to help Steve pull your panties off. You catch the way Steve balls them up and tucks them into Bucky’s pocket, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Steve dives back in without another word, lapping up your arousal eagerly. He works your clit in perfect circles bringing you right to the edge. You’re so worked up that when Bucky bites your shoulder, it sends you spiraling. Your legs buckle beneath you, but they’re both there to catch you as you come down from the high.

“That was perfect, princess,” Bucky praises, kissing you sweetly. You smile into the kiss, feeling him lift you up and place you on the bed.

“Your turn,” you say, reaching out for both men. Bucky groans at your suggestion, palming his erection. He directs Steve to sit on the bed and gets everyone into position. You love how he commands the room; he’s in his element.

You slip off the bed and kneel between Steve’s legs while Bucky kneels on the bed, hips at Steve’s head. What you’d give to be a fly on the wall watching this…

The men both remove their pants and boxers, and you shamelessly ogle them. They’re both built like gods, sculpted from marble and fucking magic. Their cocks are just like the rest of them, and it dawns on you that you have no idea how they’ll fit.

Even so, you reach out and wrap your fingers around Steve’s hard length, bringing his attention down to you. As you begin to circle your tongue around his tip, he tangles his fingers in your hair. He doesn’t push you, just moves with you. Bucky then guides his own cock to Steve’s mouth, and you notice that the more eagerly you please Steve, the harder he works Bucky.

You grin at the power you hold over both of them and work your mouth down Steve’s cock. You take him into your throat until you’re sputtering, and Steve moans around Bucky.

The way Bucky guides Steve’s head has you moaning as you try to replicate the movement. Steve strains around Bucky’s cock but takes him so well. Bucky praises both of you, grunting about how good the two of you are, how perfect you are.

A moment later, Steve pulls you off his dick and tugs you onto the bed. Bucky is repositioning himself as well, and butterflies flit in your tummy.

“We don’t have to do anything else tonight,” Steve tells you, running his fingers down your back. “I don’t wanna push you or anything.” Bucky nods in agreement, vibranium hand cupping the back of your neck.

“This is all pretty new to you; we won’t be upset if you want to take things slower,” he adds.

“What if I don’t wanna go slow,” you reply, sucking in a heaving breath. You want them so bad you’re practically vibrating with need. “What if I need to feel you?”

Steve whimpers at your side, and Bucky moans.

“Fuck, princess, that’s music to my fuckin’ ears.” Bucky kisses you, pressing you down into the mattress. He hovers over you, caging you in. His right hand reaches between your legs and runs along your sensitive flesh. Steve does the same from the other side, two hands working you in tandem.

Their fingers open you up, stretching you in a way you’ve never experienced before. They work without needing to speak, a singular goal in mind.

“You’re doing so good,” Steve praises, running his free hand along Bucky’s back. “So good for us.”

Once Steve and Bucky are satisfied with their handiwork, Steve guides Bucky’s cock to your entrance. “You ready, baby?” Bucky asks, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yes, please fuck me, Bucky,” you plead as he presses into you. Even though they prepped you, Bucky is still big, and you’ve never taken anything quite so large before. It feels so good as he thrusts deep and hard inside of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head while your hand seeks out Steve, needing the connection. Finding his cock, you wrap your fingers around him and pump at the same speed as Bucky. Steve hisses in a breath at the feeling and bucks into your hand.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, princess,” Bucky moans into your ear, hiking one of your legs onto his shoulder. “So tight for me.” Your mouth falls open, your lips forming an ‘O’ as the band in your belly tightens.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, getting closer and closer to snapping.

“That’s right, baby,” Bucky urges. “Come all over my cock. That’s it; you’ve got it.” You burst at the sound of his words, coating his cock with your orgasm. He keeps fucking you, making you ride the wave for what feels like an eternity.

He pulls out once you’ve caught your breath and tugs Steve down. Steve eagerly takes Bucky into his mouth and moans at the taste. You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of Steve sucking the cock that had just been buried inside you. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“You like what you see, princess?” Bucky asks, one of his fingers drifting to your clit, circling it slowly. “He can’t get enough.”

Bucky guides Steve off his dick, and the two men turn to face you.

“I want both of you,” you whisper, barely able to muster up the courage to admit it. Bucky cocks a brow at you before turning to Steve.

“You hear that, Stevie?” Steve nods, seemingly in a trance. “She wants both of us.” You watch in amazement as Bucky positions the three of you in the way he wants, quickly figuring out where everyone needs to be to make your fantasy come to life.

Bucky then steps away, digs through the bedside table, finds what he needs, then returns. “Okay, Stevie, lay back and let our princess ride you.” Steve does what Bucky asks and helps you straddle his strong hips. You guide his cock to your entrance and sink down on him, watching his face contort as you squeeze his length. He fills you perfectly, hitting spots inside you that make you see stars.

From behind you, you feel Bucky’s fingers, slick from what must be lube, slide against your ass. You shiver at the feeling but welcome it, angling your hips so he has better access.

“You feel so perfect squeezin’ me,” Steve moans from below you, hands reaching out to grope your tits.

“Isn’t she tight, Stevie?” Bucky asks, pressing a finger into your ass. You hold your breath at the feeling, but Steve just whispers calming words to you. You relax into them as Bucky slowly moves his finger.

One finger becomes two, and you ride Steve a bit harder as you warm up to the feeling. He grips your hips and guides you on his dick, working the pleasure from you.

Bucky adds a third finger, and you feel like you’re going to explode, but a good explosion. You’ve never felt so full, and you can’t imagine how amazing it’ll feel when it’s his cock and not just his fingers.

“Please, Bucky, please,” you beg, leaning back against his chest. He kisses your neck and smiles at your neediness.

“You ready for me, princess?” he teases, thrusting his fingers at a quicker pace.

“Fuck yes, Bucky, I need you so bad.” Bucky pulls you into a bruising kiss as he removes his fingers and replaces them with the tip of his cock.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. For us. Be a good girl and let me in.” Bucky keeps kissing you as he presses his cock further and further inside of you. Steve helps you relax, but you can tell it’s difficult for him. His strokes are getting messy as you get tighter around him.

Only a thin wall separates Bucky and Steve’s cocks, and that just turns them on even more. It turns you on even more.

They pump into you simultaneously, finding the perfect rhythm that makes your heart stutter. You’re at mercy to them, putty in their hands. Bucky and Steve worship you; they chant your name like a prayer.

All you can do is moan and beg, your brain becoming jelly the harder they fuck you. With their supersoldier serum, they last so much longer than other men. They bring you to orgasm after orgasm, pleasing you seems to be their only goal.

“I’m gonna come,” Steve whimpers from below you, fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. “Please, I’m gonna come.” Bucky leans over your shoulder, pumping into your ass with deeper strokes than ever.

“Give her your cum, Stevie; she wants it so bad. Right, princess?” Bucky’s vibranium fingers wrap around your neck, and you come again just from that.

“Oh my god, Steve, please give it to me. Please come inside me,” you moan, gripping Bucky’s arm.

Steve comes on a long, drawn-out moan, sending Bucky over the edge right after. He thrusts into you a few more times before he becomes too sensitive, then they’re both pulling out.

The three of you fall into a heap on the bed, panting and sweating. Bucky kisses you deeply before shifting to give Steve the same treatment. Steve carefully slides off the bed and grabs a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean up with.

He takes care of you sweetly, ensuring not to irritate your sensitive skin. You clean him up, and together you care for Bucky.

Once you dispose of the washcloth, Bucky and Steve tug you down into bed between them. Your limbs tangle with theirs, and you melt into their embrace.

“You were so perfect, baby,” Bucky whispers against your head, thumb rubbing circles into your arm. “You are so perfect.” Your heart tugs in your chest.

“I hope you know,” Steve interjects, clearing his throat. “We both have feelings for you, more than just for the physical stuff. If you feel the same way, we wanna make this work out in the real world. The three of us.” Your breath catches, and you feel like you’re dreaming. No way is he saying this.

“Really?” you ask, turning to see Bucky’s reaction.

“Really, princess. You’ve been ours since the day we saw you. We’ve just been waiting for you to realize it. We’ll take it slow, it’s not gonna be as easy as a ‘traditional’ relationship, but we’ll make it work. We want it to work for you.” Tears brim in your eyes and Steve kisses your cheek.

“Yes, yes, of course, I want this,” you reply, holding their hands. “Who gives a shit about easy? Nothing is ever easy. As long as we’re in it together, that’s all I care about.”

Bucky’s eyes crinkle in the corners as he kisses you. When he breaks the kiss, he turns you to Steve, who presses his lips to you sweetly. It all feels so natural, so easy.

Even though the winter wind whips at the windows, you’re comfy and warm in the embrace of your two supersoldiers. Nothing could be better than this right here.

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staticl0ve · 1 year

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Baby It’s Cold Outside [2] - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Words: 4.7k Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, oral sex (both receiving), VnP sex Summary: Superhero AU. WandaVision vibes. After a spontaneous set of events, a virtual machine: RK800, was granted a real body. Luckily for him, he’s given a spot on a superhero team. Life’s pretty easy as a super but when Connor develops a crush on his teammate, things take a turn. Notes: Having a bit of seasonal fun with a superhero twist to a DBH universe.

Part 2/2 - All I Want *

It was peak holiday season, or as the tradition had become: a shopping season.

Shoppers buzzed around a busy downtown, weighed down by bags full of goods. Ice, gray and hardened with salt coated the edges of the roads. Taxi cabs honked at pedestrians too caught up in a snowball war to notice they were stalling traffic.

The most absurdly decorated building in downtown was Kamski Tower. Ropes of garland wrapped up the railings with bows, pine cones and candy canes embedded in the plastic pines. A tree, tall enough to reach the fifth floor was covered in sparkling red and gold tinsel and orbs of shiny metal and glass.

There was a celebration at the cafe along with a steady supply of warm beverages, some spiked with hard liquor to boost morale. People held their glasses up, sweet and spiced liquor sloshing together in a hero’s welcome for your return to The Nine.

“To Scarlet!” they cheered.

“Aw, guys,” you cooed.

In your hand was a mug of buttered rum, half filled and cooling. You had given the team quite the scare, nearly dying on an operating table. Groups of supers had come to talk and reminisce on their days of near death experiences. Some money was exchanged between those who participated in the bet, gallows humor from people too powerful to die of ordinary circumstances. You found Connor after the celebration, waiting patiently for his chance to speak.

“Hey, uhm…thanks for helping me out there,” you said.

“Of course,” he replied politely.

He was doing his best to seem like he didn’t spend the past few days anxiously pacing outside your room. Hank was there too, although he spent most of his time reassuring Connor. The first day was the worst, sitting in blood caked clothes, his tall frame hunched over a chair. Hank had ensured he’d be unbothered by work until you were fully recovered. A few other supers came by to drag Connor away, claiming a bar run would ease his mind, but he stayed like a guard dog outside your door.

A few days later, you were whole, back to laughing and joking with the team and ready for the next mission. But he was observant, very little got past his sensors. During gaps in conversations, your fingers wandered and stroked where the gash once was, the wound now closed into a tiny five pointed scar.

“It’s kinda nice being the damsel instead of the hero,” you said with a soft laugh. “Once you’ve been a super as long as the rest of us have…it’s easy to forget we’re not invincible.”

“I am relieved to see that you’ve recovered fully.”

The air thickened as your eyes met. There was so much more Connor wished he could say but his tongue was a lead weight. In the days that passed, he had time to reflect and peruse error logs. His desire for companionship was tinged by animal wants creeping into machine neutrality. There was no more denying it, he had it bad.

Connor wasn’t the kind of person to impose or demand but for the first time, he intended to. Even now, as your hands nervously fidgeted, he wanted to soothe you in a way best left in private. Damn it all. He was going to do it.

“Oh!” A short squeak slipped through your lips when a pair of arms engulfed you, pulling you close until all you saw was the white of his button up. The steady rhythm of his hardware drummed against your cheek. His nose brushed a line through your hair and he sighed, visibly relaxing his shoulders. His breath fanned over the back of your neck, warm lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and his voice, was low and richer than the drink warming your stomach.

“Will I see you at the party tonight?”

It was an innocent question from a coworker, one that you’ve been asked all afternoon. But the hand on your back and the proximity of his body wrapped around yours made your voice catch in your throat.

��Y-yeah.”

If there was one thing supers did best, it was throw a party. Models, celebrities, millionaires, anyone with a name and a pretty face got to mingle with the best. The penthouse floor was as rowdy as a metro station in rush hour. Drinks were flowing, mouths were running off and challenges accepted.

Your dress was thin and silky, cascading over your curves like a second skin. It was red to match the holiday theme and you knew some people would get a kick out of it.

“Ow! Scarlet in a scarlet dress!” A super you were close to, Nat, short for Natasha, lingered around you like a smug mother hen. She had hair as firey as your magic and it made you wonder why she got a spider themed code name instead of Scarlet. “Come to keep me warm?”

“Mhm,” you teased back. “As long as your green beast of a boyfriend doesn’t mind.”

“I’m sure he would not.”

The small talk was pleasant, a few other supers came by for photos and chugging down drinks together. But you sensed she had a top secret objective in mind.

“So,” she said with a long drawn out “o”.

You followed her eyes flicker from you and a certain adorably dressed android in a snowflake knit sweater.

“No,” you replied and failed to hold together a stern expression. A laugh broke through you when she elbowed your ribs. “Whatever you’re cooking up, no.”

“Why not? You have been eye fucking him all night.” She swirled her drink and sipped. Her lashes fluttered menacingly behind the glass.

“W-what? I have not! I was…curious about his sweater. Do you think he knits?”

“Who knows? Let’s ask.”

You could barely squeak out another “No” before she grabbed your wrist and tugged. For an agent, she was incredibly strong. It was no wonder that she could handle her boyfriend. You stopped your scrambling as soon as Connor turned from his conversation with a look of intrigue and surprise.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hello.”

“Okay. Bye,” Nat added with a wave and vanished back into the crowd.

Oh god, it wasn’t this awkward before. That hug seemed to have completely turned things upside down for you. If Connor noticed, he played it down, asking you about the party and complimenting your dress. You learned the sweater was a gift from Hank which was rather sweet. It was all going a lot more smoothly until a drunken outburst startled you apart.

“Yeah! You can do this!” a deep voice shouted.

The noise came from a crowd around a low table. Between the masses was a smug looking thunder god as guests took their turn at lifting his hammer.

“Shit! It totally moved an inch!”

That was unlikely, as very few could be considered worthy enough to wield Mjolnir. Thor’s grin grew while he coaxed Kamski into giving it a shot. The inventor wrapped a metal arm around the hammer base. Miniature jets sparked and hissed, knocking over drinks. Suddenly, something blunt came flying in your direction and you ducked. Without thinking about it, you grabbed Connor’s arm, tugging him gently away from the commotion and towards a balcony.

“Trust me,” you said with a shake of your head. “You don’t wanna stick around to see how this ends.”

His cheeks lifted, tinting visibly pink in the dim light. “I was hoping for a turn.”

“Mmm…you might just be the guy who can do it but last time someone broke the table trying. Come on, let’s go.”

He chuckled, following you out into the cool air. No detail was spared in the seasonal decorations outside of the tower. Golden fairy lights lined the railings, adding a warm glow to the plush garland wrapping around the metal. Snowflakes dusted over your heads, the clouds light and parted enough to reveal bits of a starry sky.

“Wow, pretty night,” you said in awe.

“It is,” he replied with a quick glance over to you.

In the distance, the party was only beginning, glass shattered and people cheered. But the noise didn’t reach either of you. Snowfall had a way of soaking up the commotion of a sleepless city. Leaving two people, not quite coworkers and not quite friends, to stare awkwardly at anything but each other.

It was certainly too cold for you to be on the balcony in your thin attire. Connor knew that and yet, he was busy arguing with a voice in his head instead of offering you…oh, the shirt off his back. He should have brought his jacket.

“Are you cold?”

When you glanced up, he was much closer than before. Shadows fell around his doe like features, sharp lines forming around his pointed nose and cheeks. His hand snaked up your arm, running up goose-bumped skin.

“A little.”

“I…” he began, dipping his face to yours. He hesitated, stalling just inches from your lips. He couldn’t just offer body heat, could he?

You made a hand wavy gesture and a plant appeared, hovering over your heads with a red plume of magic. “Would you look at that? Mistletoe.”

“Does this mean…” His eyes brightened, full of anticipation.

Nodding, you leaned into him, hands digging into his wool sweater to pull him closer. You barely caught a glimpse of his lips stretching into a smile at your impatience. His nose brushed the tops of your cheeks, colliding lightly against your nose until his lips finally met yours.

From the moment you moaned softly into the kiss, Connor knew he was ruined. Your fingers buried into his hair, lightly gripping the soft strands. A little part of him wanted you to pull harder. He lost his mind when you did, coaxing your lips to fall apart and greeting your tongue with light flicks. You were trying to keep up with him as he explored the velvety texture of your cheeks. At the slightest shiver on your part, he closed the gap by wrapping his arms around your back, fingers kneading into your shoulder blades.

This was getting far too heated for a holiday party. One glance outside the glass walls and anyone inside could see. You had to wiggle a palm between your bodies to plant it onto his chest and he reluctantly broke the kiss.

“We s-should…get back…to the party,” you suggested between drawn out breaths.

“Is that what you’d like to do?” His canines glinted, teeth catching his lower lip. A fox grinning in the snow.

“No,” you replied with a smile that matched his grin.

“Then…we should go.”

With a flick of your wrist, a seam of red light tore into the space behind him, opening up into a portal. The makings of a bedroom could be seen just beyond it. He took a few steps back, dragging you with him. Gone was the chilly and snow dusted city, replaced with a warm, fire lit room.

You kicked off your heels and he did the same with his shoes, mindful of not knocking snow all over your room. As he took in his new surroundings, he noticed a thin layer of dust coated the surfaces. The sheets on the bed were undisturbed and the closets and dressers devoid of fingerprint smudges.

“It doesn’t look like you come here often,” he said. He regretted the comment as you tensed, face falling into a thoughtful, far off stare.

“Yeah. I meant to move here when—if I ever left The Nine. They’ve got plenty of bedrooms back at the tower and I…I forget to come back here.”

Especially since trouble didn’t sleep and you, the glutton for punishment, didn’t mind being on call.

“It’s like I clocked in and…forgot I could…leave,” you sighed.

The last time you left was ages ago. You visited home to see friends and family. And they were shocked to see you unchanged after so many years apart.

“Dude, you’re like a vampire.”

“Wait…Is that why they call you Scarlet?”

It was all fun and games. You had missed them. But as they laughed, you noticed the lines on their skin ran deeper than before. Their children giggled and screamed as they ran circles around the room.

Time was not a thing you could place in a box and check on later in the hopes that it would be exactly as you left it. Change had to happen. Change was natural as many would say.

Still…you haven’t been back since.

Your arms crossed defensively over your chest. While you shrunk back, Connor did the opposite, drawing in closer and placing his large palms over yours.

“You are not a machine,” he said, head dipping until his nose rested on the crown of your head.

“Says the ma—”

“And I, am not a machine.”

His hands loosened yours apart, moving one of your palms to rest on his chest. Your skin tingled from the gentle thrumming and rhythmic pounding. Slowly, you looked up at him and his honeyed eyes poured over yours.

“I can feel and when I close my eyes….” He did, long lashes kissing his cheeks. “I see that I am more than the magic that has bound me to this body.”

His eyes fluttered open, brimming with adoration.

“I see it in you, too,” he added.

The scar on your belly itched, the skin not nearly as healed as you played it off to be. Exhausted, you sank into him, shoulders sagging and arms wrapping around his narrow waist.

“You are not alone. We’re a team. As long as you want, I will be here.”

You smiled up at him, chest swelling with a warmth you haven’t felt in years. “I…hope you know it’s the same for me.“

Your lips met in an urgent kiss. You muttered something against his cheek, barely inaudible but he heard every letter.

“I need you.”

He cupped your cheeks, squeezing them before slowly lowering them down your neck. The straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders. He snaked an arm around to find the zipper. In an agonizingly slow pace, it fell apart with his fingers occasionally dipping between the fabric to trace the skin beneath.

“C-Con…”

“You feel nice,” he replied in a husky voice.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread to your cheeks, as starved eyes drank in every inch of your skin. He kissed down your neck, gently massaged your chest as he pulled the silk past your waist. It fell gracefully, slipping down your skin in a slow reveal.

“I like seeing you like this…you feel…so soft.” Warm lips pressed on your scar and an even hotter tongue licked it. He glanced up when he reached the apex of your thighs.

“I’ve always wondered…” he mumbled.

“Oh…!” you gasped. His tongue fell out of his mouth to lick a stripe up your laced panties. You heard him make a noise of surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to be so drenched there. He hooked a finger under the lace, tugging it to let his tongue slip under. Small, teasing nudges probed at your folds. That was all it was, a bit of teasing. He pulled your underwear down, rising to his knees with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Want these off,” you hissed impatiently at his clothes and he chuckled. You reached out to him, nimble fingers working his sweater over his head. His slacks followed suit, his belt hitting the hardwood with a loud clatter. You had a faint memory of his naked form. Your palm followed the planes of his chest, down the ridges of his lightly toned abs to a set of freckles that trailed down his hips like a map leading to treasure.

“You know, you’re not half bad yourself,” you said playfully and pushed.

Connor sank backwards into the bed, elbows propping him up as his legs draped lazily over the edge. From down in the sheets, he could see the glow of night kissing your curves. A pink tongue wetted his lips and his cock twitched in interest. His eyes were bright, a bit too eager in a strangely naive manner. A stray thought cut through the fog of lust.

“Wait, Connor,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. “Is this…is this your first…”

“It’s alright. I have adequately researched this.”

He held a hand out, teeth sparkling in an encouraging smile. You let him pull you closer until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“I might feel better about this if you told me what you liked and didn’t?” you asked.

As he nodded, you began to straddle him, your knees digging into the mattress below. You flattened your palms down his chest. His muscles had a surprising amount of give as you drew little swirls over the skin. It reacted to your touch, retracting to the android skin you’ve seen before. Accidentally, your thumbs grazed his nipples and his hips jolted from beneath you. You had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling off.

“Mmph…!” he said while biting down a moan. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. How does that feel?”

“G-good. Really good.”

You made a sound of acknowledgment, giving the pink flesh some attention before grazing your fingers down his abdomen. Instantly, his muscles tensed and flexed in anticipation. You barely touched his cock when he whimpered.

“Should I keep going?” you asked.

“P-please, touch me,” he replied with an eager hand covering yours, bumping the tip against your wrist. He pleaded again, silently with large and desperate brown eyes. As you enclosed your hand around him, his hips rose in encouragement. It only took a few languid pumps before your palm was coated in his slick. Breathier, louder moans rushed out of him and he knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not when you felt so good. rA9, and this was just your hand. A fire burned behind his closed eyelids, a coil wrapping tighter in his abdomen. He could feel the precipice of letting go, like snow teetering on the edge of a branch.

“Fuck, Connor…you’re so…” Your words came out breathy, and another moan escaped him. You brushed your lips against his cheek, smearing lipstick on the pale skin. “So perfect.”

He grunted, using a free hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You lost your rhythm momentarily, only to tighten your grip on him, swirling his slick from his tip and down his length. His tongue broke past your lips, thrusting into your mouth with a roughness that was demonstrative of what was to come. He hardened in your hand, tensing and expanding as he spilled between your fingers.

“Oh!” you exclaimed. There was so much on your hands, his spend dripping everywhere and somehow he was still rock hard. He slumped backwards, panting with a glazed look over his eyes.

“Connor? You okay?”

The hand on your head twitched, gently pushing you lower in a not so subtle direction.

“I…can y-you…” he muttered in some post orgasmic stupor.

You grinned a little, relieved to see he hadn’t short circuited. He gasped as soon as your hands went back to stroking him.

“Think you can handle it?” you mused, licking your lips just inches away from his face.

A deep, rough sound broke out of his chest. Your eyes widened marginally before narrowing challengingly back at him. You were both supers, hard to kill and impossible to maim. It meant he could be a little demanding.

Connor sincerely didn’t know what came over him, pure need infecting his limbs, causing him to push your head down to his lap. Obediently, you opened your mouth, greeting him with a wet tongue. A sweet and salty taste coated your senses. You lapped at him for a bit, cleaning the mess he made. His regulator pump nearly leapt out of his skin when you shoved him down your throat and suckled him like a candied treat.

“F-fuck…” he hissed. At this rate, what was left of his politeness had vanished between your lips. A warm palm tenderly stroked your swollen cheeks. “Your tongue is…ah!”

When Connor said he had done some research, he wasn’t kidding. Thousands, maybe even millions of hours of porn condensed into the quickest marathon a machine could attempt. He consumed content of every category and had come to the conclusion that nothing held a candle to the real thing. Sex was animal, noisy in ways that didn’t always sound sexy, messy and clumsy. But it was also incredibly hot, your moans vibrating down his length and lips wrapped around him. He could feel himself disappearing down your throat, feel you choke a little and strangely, he liked it.

“May I move?”

Your fingers tapped his thighs and tugged at his hips. Message received. He started thrusting his hips and you were more than eager, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing over him at an increasingly faster pace. A hand dug into the back of your head and he began guiding you along his length. You could feel him getting close, his cock growing heavier on your tongue until he flooded the back of your throat. He moaned your name, repeating it as he slowed his thrusts.

You freed him from your mouth with a small pop, but before you could speak, he lifted you off your knees. In a blink, he adjusted his position, lying back and pulling your hips towards his face.

“W-what are you—“ you chuckled while trying to not smother him. It seemed to be what he wanted as his fingers dug into your hips. With parted lips, his tongue slipped out, licking up your inner thigh.

“Come, sit.”

“If I sit, I’ll probably drown you,” you joked.

“You won’t.” He grinned and winked. “You can’t hurt me, I don’t need to breathe.”

Using your hands as leverage, you placed your palms on the mattress and leaned forward until your hips hovered above him.

“Okay—ah…!”

Connor wasted no time, lifting his head off the mattress to close the gap. His tongue curled around your folds, massaging them between his lips. Shocked by a new discovery, he traced the line of your slit as your muscles pulsed just beyond it. He groaned, resting his face in your leg.

“I can…I can feel you,” Connor murmured on your skin. Blinded by need, he dove back in, holding you in place as his tongue pushed past your folds.

“Connor! God…!”

Your back arched, teeth biting into your bottom lip. His tongue stroked your silky walls, pumping into you as you clenched around him. While his taste buds were nonexistent, he still found enjoyment from your slick coating his tongue. Even better were the moans you made, for him. And when he glanced up, he had quite the view of your muscles pulled taut, chest heaving and thighs trembling as he crushed his nose against your clit. That seemed to be all you needed as you came with a sob.

He heard your quiet whimpers when he removed his tongue out of you to lap at the nerves above. After a few swirls, you no longer humored him and moved off his face. Collapsing backwards into the sheets, you let out a pleased sigh. You stroked his thigh, running it up to his length.

“You coming?”

With renewed vigor, Connor abruptly sat up and settled between your thighs. His palms rested flat around your head as his legs pushed the backs of your thighs further open. He planted a tender kiss on your lips, your tastes swirling between your tongues. The head of his cock was achingly close, his hot skin only grazing over your folds. He broke the kiss, glancing down at where you were almost joined.

“I-I can’t seem to help myself,” he confessed as he ground against you.

“This may be a lot for you. Go at your own pace.”

He was touched by your words and began to move. His mouth was on your shoulder when he began to push in slowly. His tip was barely in, stretching and holding you open as his hips stilled. “Y-you’re so tight. It’s like…”

Your muscles swallowed him further and a force beyond him drove his hips forward. His shoulders pressed down your open legs, keeping you firmly in place. You called to him, encouraging him between moans. He slipped halfway out, only to nuzzle his hips closer, pressing as deeply as he could go.

His gasps were sharp in your ear and his eyes pinched shut. It was as you said, a lot. He wanted to work through it, hear you fall under the same spell he was under. You followed the same rhythm, hips rising to meet his every push and pull. Your nails raked up his back, your moans hot against the shell of his ear. He could feel you everywhere: your skin beneath his teeth, your pulse on his tongue, the same beat hammering around his cock.

You cursed when his fingers worked its way to your clit, drawing swirls as his hips snapped more violently. A smattering of dots sparked in your vision as you shuddered and clenched tightly around him. He groaned, mouth clamping on your neck as a spurt of something hot spilled into you. In his excitement, he slipped out and more of him coated your stomach.

“I’m going to be drenched by the end of tonight and it’ll be all your fault,” you teased.

He pulled back, eyes blinking innocently. His fingers swirled the mess on your skin, collecting it before plunging it all past your folds. Something about seeing you covered in him struck a deep and insatiable need in the machine. Biologically, it didn’t even make sense to him why his body bothered with anything at all. It was just…he didn’t expect he’d like it so much.

You found yourself flipping onto your stomach with his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. He waited briefly to scan for any signs of discomfort. Your hips rose, face turned to the side as you presented yourself.

rA9, he was going to lose his mind.

His chest crushed your back, hips colliding with yours as he pushed himself in. Without the restrictions and mess of limbs bent around each other, he felt bigger and deeper at this angle. A large and possessive palm slowly lowered between your thighs to work a set of nerves that made you choke on a sob. His weight on your back was a comfort, a faint reminder of a shield.

“Connor…”

“Please—“ he barely groaned out. “Again.”

“Connor!”

He cursed and rolled your clit faster between his fingers. “W-want to…feel you.”

You gasped as the hand slipped lower, a finger pushing in. It was a tight fit as he thrusted in time with his hips. He ground his palm on your clit, curling his finger to stroke a spot that had you screaming into a pillow. Bed sheets filled your clenched fists. He was relentless, never leaving you empty.

“Yes, like that,” he growled, feeling you pulse around him. His thrusts grew frantic, and desperate. He buried himself like it would become permanent, mark you as you’ve marked him. He held you close as you shook and he once more emptied himself deep within. Moments elapsed with his breath on your neck, his lips trailing loving pecks down your spine. You softly groaned and shifted. As gently as he could, he eased himself out and brought you to his chest. Absolutely spent, you flattened your cheek on the strong muscles below and let out a deep sigh.

“I feel like we’ve gone through half of a magazine of sex positions,” you said.

“Actually…”

“Nope,” you joked, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“Another time then,” he laughed.

The room had calmed as you both laid in bed. Snow lightly battered the windows and frost coated the glass, masking out the cerulean delight of evening. The wood in the fireplace crackled and popped, orange streaks dancing across the walls of the room. Connor’s hands wandered up and down your back, following the flickering light over your skin. As he wrapped his arm around your body, his fingers grazed over the scar that still ached.

“Hank might have been right about the whole…rest day thing,” you huffed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it might be nice doing non-superhero stuff. Go on a sabbatical, visit a different realm and ride a Pegasus. But maybe I should start with something closer? I haven’t been home in a while. I dunno, it’d just…it’d be nice to go somewhere.”

“If I may, would there be an android present on your journey?”

You hummed, sitting up to kiss him once more. A strange set of circumstances brought Connor into your life and another set almost took you out of his. There was something about his infectious bright outlook that was rubbing off on you.

It was time.

“Only if he would like to come along,” you said.

Warm palms cupped your face. Connor’s face broke into a soft smile.

“I would.”

A life beyond The Nine.

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